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Flowers

Full-length fic because my roses are currently in bloom in my garden and I couldn't get the romance away from my head while crocheting.

Word Count: 3,587

Swordsman just needed something light and fluffy.

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Inhaling the sweet fragrances of botanicals, you reopened your eyes to gaze at the vast abundance of colours that lay before you. Hues of vibrant orange tulips, deep red roses and the softness of babies breath with sweet jasmine paling the arrangements within the harbour-side florist.

You tapped your chin and hummed thoughtfully as you continued to mull your decisions over in your mind. The whole reason you joined the Straw-Hat pirates was specifically to document rare and unusual species of flora, fauna and fruiting plants that remain undiscovered and undocumented. You worked hard with Sanji whilst out on the open sea, determining the edibility of certain plants or what properties they could possibly wield to benefit your crew.

“Can I help you with anything there, love?” a voice called from inside the florist shop. An elderly woman made her way over to you, a warm grin adorning her cheeks in welcome.

“I’m just browsing for now, thank you,” you smiled in return, turning your gaze immediately to seek out a small floral arrangement in the corner of the room.

Vibrant green-drooped flowers hung lowly; trumpeting out along their wide stem. Peppered throughout the arrangement were pastel purple orchids, small bundles of dark crimson and yellow roses and small bulbs of vibrant pink gumnuts. Although the arrangement was beautiful, the true star of the show were the larger stemmed clusters of the emerald flowers.

“Ah,” the shopkeeper sighed, “you’ve seen my gladioli. Aren’t they spectacular?”

You gasped in absolute delight, bringing yourself closer to the cluster of florals.

“The arrangement,” you began, turning back to the elderly woman, “it’s breathtaking.”

“It’s peaceful, romantic and-,” she cut herself off, a small gasp sucked through her hissed teeth before releasing her breath, “sorrowful. This day marks ten years since my husband departed from this life and awaits me in the next. These are what I created for him.”

“I may not have known him,” you said, walking over to the woman and bowing a nod of respect towards her, “but from the representation of the flowers: the roses for grief and devotion, the eternal love from the orchid, the playfulness in the gumnuts; he sounds spectacular.”

“Don’t forget the gladioli,” she smiled through her sorrow, “they were his favourite.”

“Gladioli for integrity, honesty, and,” you reached down and took her hands within your own, cradling them against you warmly, “strength in character. He sounds like an amazing man, and I am truly sorry for your loss.”

She smiled at you and nodded her head at your words, receiving comfort from the sympathetic utterances from a complete stranger. You tore your gaze back towards the vibrant emerald colour of the gladioli flowers, fixating on their beauty.

“This may sound a little harsh; but, may I buy them from you?” you asked her in a low tone, turning your face back towards her with a soft smile, “you’ve placed a quest onto my heart that I require to see meet fruition.”

She quirks her brows at you and looks back to her prized arrangement, looking longingly at them.

“I would only sell them for good reason, lass,” she nodded, pursing her lips, “what quest holds over you?”

You sighed and released her hands, rummaging into your bag in search of your berry.

“Under usual circumstances,” you began, furrowing your brows as you continued your rummage, “men only receive flowers once in their lifetimes.”

“Oh,” she gasped lowly to you, nodding her head sorrowfully in acknowledgement, “how long has he been departed?”

“He’s not dead,” you smiled and shook your head, “although try as he might, he’s still with us.”

She furrowed her brows, tilting her head to the side and immediately smiled at your words, “these are for your fella then?”

“He’s not exactly my ‘fella’,” you nodded with a light laugh at her words, “but for a friend, yes.”

A small twinkle formed within her eye as she brought herself closer towards you and whispered; “and for how long have you been in love with him?”

You stiffened at her words, halting in place in shock. You had never thought about how you felt about Zoro aboard the Going Merry. Not when he would bring you a fresh cup of coffee and sit with you in the early mornings, silently watching the rising sun bring warmth over the ocean in solitude. Not even when he would instinctively hold out his left arm to shield your body from harms way once conflict arose with formidable foes. Even still, not a single thought regarding him absent-mindedly seeking you out for your opinions on shrubbery and moss he’d located and presented towards you; sitting adjacent to you and cocking his head to the side as he actively listened to everything you said about botany.

She hummed in delight and made her way over towards her arrangement and began to collect the stems from within their display, flourishing it with a brown hessian sash and tanned parchment paper.

“35,000 berry and they’re all yours, sweety,” she cooed at you, scrunching her nose up at you.

“That’s awfully low, Ma’am,” you frowned at her, locating a more appropriate amount of berry, “you’ll take 352,000, and I’ll also leave you with my name for future business arrangements.”

She halted her movements, looking down at the arrangement in her hands one more time before nodding to you and taking your berry from your outstretched hand.

“Thank you for parting with these,” you upturned your eyebrows in empathy, placing your hand on her shoulder and giving it a light squeeze in comfort, “they are beautiful and represent everything I want to now say.”

“I’m glad to be of assistance,” she hummed, tilting her head into your embrace. You held onto her for a moment longer before bidding her farewell with your departure.

It took a while for the remainder of the crew to return to the ship, you sat and documented within your botany journal a diagram of the flowers you purchased; shading various petals and leaves to depict the beauty of the arrangement.

As you had a small amount of time to yourself, you began to actively think on why exactly you immediately thought of your crewman as soon as you saw the flower shop. You never usually purchase flowers, especially since you would always find them on your adventures and set up arrangements to decorate the kitchen and your crew-quarters. You had never once thought to decorate a fellow Straw-Hat’s crew quarters, nor gift an arrangement prior.

What changed? Did you have budding romantic feelings developing for the loyal knight and protector of the Straw-Hat crew? You gulped the dry pit forming in your throat, a giddy feeling arising within your chest. Your fingers began to tremble and your heartbeat thumped with a drum-like rapidity.

You shook your head to rid them of the thoughts, your hands remaining the only thing strained and trembling under the implications of a small budding infatuation. Rolling your shoulders back and closing your eyes, you began to shake the feeling away before the crew began to rejoin you aboard your ship.

“There you are,” you heard a voice behind you. You upturned your head, seeking out the source of the voice.

Zoro’s vibrant green hair was the first thing you drew your attention to. The gladioli were the exact vibrant hue of his short locks; the entire reason you first intended on purchasing the arrangement.

“Here I am,” you replied with a cock of your head and a wide smile. His expression was airy, yet unreadable. He had his left wrist hanging on the hilt of his white blade attached to his hip, raking his eyes over your seated position at the polished wooden deck table. He quirked his head once his eyes met with the flowers in front of you.

“You got flowers?” he asked, his brows furrowing together in the middle before asking you again, “someone give them you?”

You laughed a small melodical chuckle before rising to your feet and clutching the wrapped flowers within your hands. You walked over to his place above deck and grinned at him.

“Actually, Zoro,” you began to anxiously giggle, your eyes widened in shock at your next words, “I bought them specifically for you.”

The furrow in his brows rose as he began searching between your two irises for hidden intentions, silently questioning your actions as you held out your hands with the arrangement. He hesitantly reached for them, looking down at the mixture of greens, reds, yellows and soft muted pastels and hesitated.

“Why?” he asked in a low rumbly whisper, halting his fingertips a hairline away from receiving your gift.

“Because I wanted you to see them,” you whispered in return, searching his face for reason for his apprehension at receiving his gift.

His fingertips brushed yours as he took the parchment wrapped florals into his grasp; the waft of whimsical beauty falling in waves over his senses.

“Why do you want me to see them?” he asked you, continuing to hold your hands within his as they clasped around the flowers. Both of your eyes held firm to the complimentary florae, focussing on anything other than fixating on each other’s eyes, ignoring the tension arising between you as you relished in his extended touch.

You sighed low and sorrowful, retracting your hands from the stems as you secured them within Zoro’s grasp.

“Men only receive flowers only once in their lifetimes, and they never even get to see them,” you sighed, taking your lower lip between your teeth to halt your nerves. A small rumbly growl of confusion began to rise in Zoro’s chest, questioning you on your thoughts.

“I wanted you to see them,” you reiterated, “you are so strong, Zoro,” you reached your hand up and hesitantly pressed your palm against his cheek, “you fight valiantly and with honour and integrity.”

You began to retract your hand, Zoro chasing your palm with his cheek as he clutched the flowers within his hands. You giggled at him, reluctantly placing your hand back to his cheek.

“And what is the one occasion men get flowers?” Zoro cluelessly asked you, prompting all playfulness to flee from your face. You didn’t think you had to actively inform him on the subject. Your brows rose upwards in sorrow as you searched around his cheeks, chin, nose, forehead and temple before settling once again on his eyes.

“Their funerals, Zoro,” you whispered, completely retracting your hand from his face, “this is a mourning arrangement for the honourable departed.”

Your eyes fled from his face and again made contact with the arrangement he held within his grasp.

Pursing your lips, you hardened your resolve and began to walk him through the several pieces clutched in his expert grasp.

“The yellow rose is for strong ties, as I am bound to you as your crewman,” you uttered in a low tone before adding, “the dark red is for grief and sorrow.”

You stood taller on the tips of your toes as you stooped with your index finger extended towards the various florals; “the gladioli, that’s the green one, is for a strong character. You’re so strong, Zoro,” you snuck a glance upwards to see Zoro’s eyes darkened and his teeth held tightly shut in a vice-like grip. You hesitated before continuing, “the gumnuts are for your humour.”

A small rumble began to form from his chest in disapproval at your comment, prompting a small giggle to escape from your lips as a natural and organic response.

“And the big purple ones?” he asked, his brows creasing and lip upturning in thought, “what are they for? I don’t speak flower.”

A wide grin appeared once again to your cheeks as his smirk playfully returned to his.

“Those are orchids,” you whispered, your eyes and smile softening as you stepped closer to him. You felt your pulse drumming painfully harshly within your ears as you sucked in a trembled and shaken breath, nodding to yourself before declaring; “those are because-,” you hesitated once more before flittering your eyes down to the flowers before looking up at him through your eyelashes, “well, they’re because I love you, Zoro.”

Disbelief. Complete and utter disbelief came over Zoro as he heard those words depart from your lips. He never thought his feelings towards you would ever be returned, holding fast within his resolve for his broody pining to forever remain painfully unrequited.

He had hoped, sure. He had longed, absolutely. He had dreamed that you would lean yourself against him in the early rise of the sun’s rays as you sat together. He had imagined having your lips meet for the first time as he loyally protected you from harms way on the battlefield. The way you spoke so passionately about honing in on your craft as botany and plant specialist bewitched him every time you opened your lips to depart knowledge onto him. His thoughts were only of training to finally match the league of Dracule Mihawk, and of how desperately and deeply he cared for you.

“I’m sorry,” you added, retreating from your proximity of him, “I shouldn’t have said anything. Please-,” you held your right hand up defensively in front of yourself and began to back away in retreat, “-please don’t treat me any differently. Enjoy the flowers,” you added with a small, soft smile, “they’re yours to do with what you will.”

Zoro now found himself in a bewilderment. He was perplexed that you relayed your emotions and intentions in such an unbridled manner, so boldly presenting him with your gift. He was sure you had even surprised yourself, not intending on relaying a romantic declaration on a meagre Tuesday afternoon in the middle of a random layover.

“Hey,” Zoro called over to you, a small harsh growl erupting from his tone; halting your step in your retreat, “get back here.”

Your body ceased up at his command, every fibre of self-preservation in your body refusing to turn to face him again. A warm blush had reddened against your features, hues over your nose, cheeks and tips of your ears heating your face to an uncomfortable temperature.

“Now,” Zoro again ordered you. Your body responded immediately, turning back to face him with your head holding firm in its bow to the floor; your eyes fixating on the wooden crevasses of the ship’s deck. Once close enough in bodily proximity to the swordsman, you heard his footsteps approach your body and almost stand flush against you.

The scent of the flowers hung within the air as he brought his left hand, which cradled the bunch, against your right shoulder. His right hand hooked his index finger under your chin as he raised it upwards. Your eyes first met with the broad scar across his chest, inflicted by the great warlord of the sea as he granted to spare his life under the great duel.

He continued to rise your chin, your gaze meeting with his lips; focussing on the small flicker of his tongue which darted out and retreated back within his mouth.

“Look at me,” he uttered with an air of confidence, prompting you to hesitantly meet his gaze with a small rose-tinge lingering still atop your cheeks.

His eyes held a foreign softness within them, his aura still commanding and noble as he held you tenderly within his fingertips. He smiled, wrapping his left arm around your shoulders and hooked you into his torso; the floral bunch resting behind your back within his clutches. Your breath hitched within your throat as your eyes widened in shock at his closeness.

“You buy me flowers for my funeral,” he uttered into you, the whisper of his breath against your lips force your eyes half-lidded in desire and anticipation, “and you don’t even stay for the procession?”

A small whimper fled from your lips at his attention, a tingle shooting up your spine and igniting the follicles on the surface of your neck and forearms. He released his hold on your chin as he fled his hand down to grasp at your hip, pulling you flush against himself as he brought his lips down to mould themselves atop your own.

You stood in shock, your eyes looking at his face in awe at his kiss. You snaked your arms around his shoulders to rest at the nape of his neck; fingertips brushing against the tri-pierced left earlobe as you raked your right hand over his muscles. You flittered your eyes shut and smiled against his lips in glee, standing atop the tips of your toes once more to reach more of his towering body.

He immediately dragged his left arm over your shoulders to draw it down to your hips, immediately hoisting you upwards into the air. You shrieked in surprise, feeling his lips grin against you as he picked you up below your thighs. You hooked your ankles behind his back, thighs resting atop his hips as he arched his face upwards to meet against your lips; arching his jaw and chin to deepen the connection shared between you. You felt his blades begin to awkwardly dig their hilt against your flesh, but paid them no mind as you were now held securely within the strong arms of the valiant knight and loyal protector of the Straw-Hat pirates.

You drew your right hand up to rake your fingertips against Zoro’s hair, gently caressing his follicles with your fingertips. He groaned against your lips, furrowing his brows and leant appreciatively against your touch. While continuing to clutch the flowers within his left hand, he smoothed his right hand to rake its hold against your thigh, reaching around the flesh to grasp the muscles of your ass and support your body further against himself.

You were so enraptured by each other’s touch, the feel of your bodies moulding so intimately together; you felt as if you were the only two people existing on this side of the world. Zoro walked your body over to the table and placed you down to rest atop it, his swords again bumping against your body awkwardly; prompting a small giggle to flee from your lips and onto his at the collision.

Zoro tentatively placed the bouquet gently beside you as he stood himself between your parted legs, hooking his hands below your knees to bring your body as close as he could possibly feel you while clothed. You moaned into his mouth as you brushed your hand over his hair and onto his cheek; feeling the cool metal from his piercings once again below your palm.

All of your senses were completely overwhelmed by your swordsman; the way his body felt flush against your own, the waves of desire you could tangibly feel radiating from him for every hungry kiss placed against your lips. He trailed his lips against the corner of your mouth, brushing and grazing your skin below his tongue and teeth as they raked their way down your neck. A small whimper escaped your lips as he located your pulse, swirling his tongue against it with a rough groan falling from behind his own lips.

The smell of the bouquet beside you was as sweet as the sounds you were pouring from your lips and into the awaiting audience of Zoro’s ears; a private performance meant only for him and him alone. The ocean breeze wafting over your senses as the wind picked up, a small inkling of something not entirely unfamiliar to you; but unwelcome never the less.

Tobacco.

A rough cough interrupted Zoro’s action of pulling the neckline of your shirt down to reveal your clavicle for his next assault with his mouth. You both snapped your eyes over to the sound, noticing the blonde chef ignite the end of a new cigarette with the filter end drawn between his lips, a small litter of depleted butts pooling at his feet.

“H-how long have-,” you began to stutter out, eyes wide and in shock at the knowledge you were in the presence of an audience.

“-Long enough to not miss the procession,” the chef chuckled at you both, inhaling the cigarette before releasing the nicotine riddled smoke in a long exhale, “came to let you know lunch is ready.”

“And you didn’t say a word?” Zoro growled through gritted teeth at the chef, prompting another laugh to flee from Sanji’s lips.

“Hey,” Sanji began, holding his hands up defensively, “we placed a wager on it, I didn’t want to sway the odds.”

Zoro growled, reluctantly releasing you from his grasp and shielding your dishevelled body from view of the blonde chef.

“Are you okay?” Zoro asked you quietly as you collected yourself. You sighed with a light smile coming to your face.

“I am, Zoro,” you replied, “better than ever.”

He smiled down at you, fixing the scabbards of his swords on the hilt to his side with a large, wolfy but bashful grin. As you both collected yourselves, you hopped down from your place atop the table and turned to walk towards Sanji, vocal reprimands fleeing from your lips as you did so.

Zoro chuckled under his breath, turning back around to collect his flowers. He stared at the bouquet, examining it. They were beautiful, a perfect reminder of his mortality. He vowed to return the favour at the next port, wooing you with a reminder of your own fleeting moments together in this life.

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chemical-killjoy · 6 months

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Eternally Yours

Chris Motionless x Female Reader

Warnings: smut

Word count: 4.4k O_O

Summary: Basically a fanfic of the eternally yours music video, if the reader was the girl in the video

Author's Note: I know I have a bunch of asks, and I'm getting to them, I swear, but I finally finished this after like, 4 months... so... ta da?

It was tough watching the love of your life, your best friend, getting it on with someone you hate. But you soothed yourself with the fact that it was all for the cameras.

Motionless in White were shooting the music video for their new song 'eternally yours', and being his best friend, Chris jumped to have you on the project. You were one of the best light technicians after all... Plus it was fun to work with you. Chris wouldn't admit it, but he missed you.

And while working with Chris was always fun, having a tall, skinny, blonde model (who thought she was God's gift to the world) making out with him... it didn't exactly help your self esteem. He was perfect. So was she. Why would he ever like you? He'd never go for someone like you when he could have Chloe.

Speak of the devil, you thought, as Chloe sauntered up to you.

“Y/N, I need my skinny mocha.” She demanded.

“I do lights?” You said, frustrated and waiting for her to understand.

“And I'm needed on camera. Hurry up.” The blonde walked away before you could argue.

You rolled your eyes and mentally cursed her. Then you heard a thump and a scream.

“No! My ankle!!” Chloe was on the floor, screaming over a mildly twisted ankle and performing the tantrum of her life. “I can't do this stupid job, I deserve better!”

And that was the fastest working karma you'd ever seen... It also came back to bite you on the ass.

“What?! Me? There's no way. I am NOT that pretty, or seductive, I can't do it!” You begged.

“Come on Y/N, please. There's no one else to do it, and you look perfect for the part! Please, we need this video shot by the end of the day, you know that. Plus, there's no one I'd be more comfortable with.” Chris begged you to step in.

“I don't know.”

Chris smiled at you with pleading eyes and you knew you were done.

“Fine. But I'm going to need hair and makeup.”

You looked in the mirror. The reflection you saw, you hated. It wasn't some succubus, it was gross. You hated seeing yourself in such a small outfit. You were too insecure, what were you thinking agreeing to this?! Plus, you'd have to actually kiss Chris. While you desperately wanted to, did you really want it to all be fake? What if it makes things awkward? You were in the midst of a mental spiral when you heard and knocking on the door and a familiar voice.

“Y/N, you decent?” Chris asked.

“Um, yeah. You can come in.”

Chris slowly opened the door, and his eyes widened when he saw you. You hugged your stomach nervously.

Chris made a kind of sputtering noise before mumbling “wow”, which you weren't supposed to hear. The word make your lips turn up.

“Uh, Y/N, you look spectacular.” He said, standing next to you in the mirror, and admiring you. You looked away, blushing.

“No, I don't. You have to say that. You're my friend.”

“Friend...” Chris said softly. “No, I don't have to say that. You truly look phenomenal. Dare I say, sexy.” Chris brushed some hair over your shoulder, turning to face you. Right then, the buzzer rang, summoning you to the set.

You cleared your throat.

You were about to walk out the door when you turned back to Chris.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” he said, without missing a beat.

“This won't change our friendship right? I just don't want things to be weird.”

A voice called from down the hall, asking you to hurry up.

You walked away.

It took a bit, but after some friendly cat-calls and whistles from the crew, you had the confidence to try to be seductive. You felt a little awkward, walking around the red and blue lighting and just looking around dramatically, but you trusted the director.

Next, you got in the coffin. With David, the director, shouting orders, you got into the part and began to have fun with it, playing model. Your confidence grew and your performance got better and better, until David decided enough was enough.

“Alright, Chris, get in there.”

Suddenly the anxiety returned.

You watched Chris in his suit walk around mysteriously in the lights and tried not to allow a shiver to go through you when he looked down at your lips and removed his glove.

“Y/N, you're the woman, you're not supposed to be so hard.”

The crew chuckled and you rolled your eyes, embarrassed that your anxiety was so obvious.

“Hey, you OK with this?” Chris whispered.

“Ye-yes. Yeah. Just. Out of my comfort zone.” You replied, before raising your voice. “Any directions, boss-man?”

“Just, act like you're a complete whore. You would die to touch him, you need him like oxygen. You're excited, get a little wiggle going on, yes?”

Mentally screaming at him, you nodded your head, and looked at Chris with daggers in your eyes. He couldn't hold in the laugh. Suddenly you were both laughing so hard you nearly fell back into the coffin, and Chris nearly fell in on top of you, making you laugh so hard your eyes watered.

“Oh come on, now your make up is all crinkled, everybody, take five! Y/N, go to hair and make up, and Chris... never mind.” David trailed off, you and Chris still giggling as he helped you out of the coffin. You fumbled a little in the stilettos, but Chris held you around your waist til you got your balance.

“Let's go.”

“David was right, you know,” Chris said, words you thought you'd never hear as you walked to hair and make up.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Not like that! I mean, you just seemed super tense, stiff.” You chuckled at the innuendo. “C'mon Y/N, I'm serious. Am I doing something wrong? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, OK? So just tell me.”

“... I- complete honesty?”

“Always, you know that.”

“I'm scared... I'm scared that if we kiss you'll be disgusted by me or it'll change our friendship and I'll lose you. I don't want to kiss you for the first time in front of cameras and people—I mean, I don't want to kiss anyone for the first time in front of cameras—I mean, your opinion matters to me, and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Y/N. Breathe. Yeah?” Chris said, stopping walking to grab you by the shoulders and look you in the eye with a half smile that made you melt. “Would it help if, uh,” Chris looked to the side and nervously rubbed his hands. “If we kiss now, before cameras or anything. You can tell me what you like and what you don't so I don't fuck up,” he said before adding “It'd look better on camera if we're actually enjoying it, right?”.

You bit your lip and stepped closer. Chris brushed your hair behind your head and you couldn't help but turn into his hand a bit as he did, before looking up to his dark brown eyes. He stepped in til your bodies were nearly against each other, and lent down to softly brush your lips with his. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You looped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips hard against him. The kiss was fire, and within moments you felt Chris's tongue against your lips, asking for entrance. You stood frozen in time, exploring each other as much as you dared before eventually breaking away for air.

You both stood there, entangled and breathing hard, looking away with small smiles.

“Um, so yeah, if you just do that it'll be fine.” You said, with a breathy voice and a little laugh. Chris joined in, and to your dismay, pulled away.

“Yeah, yeah definitely like that.” He said with a wink, before continuing the walk to hair and make up with his hands in his pockets. You stood still for a moment, hand to your lips, before walking fast to catch up.

You re-filmed the start of the shot after talking with Chris about what you were comfortable with (“well, we're in character, right? Just go for what feels right, and if I'm uncomfortable I'll stop you. Same goes for you.” to which Chris replied “You better let me know, I never want to hurt you.”). Chris walked up to you, and took his glove off. The look in his eye sent a shiver down your spine as you arched your back and lent across the coffin, convincing yourself you were leaning into the part and not Chris. But instead of kissing you, Chris brushed the hair from your face, and placed his head against yours, shutting his eyes. The tension was too much for you to bear as he lent down and rubbed his face against yours, kissing you without doing so, breath against your neck sparking electricity through your veins. You returned the motion, nuzzling into the man. But where Chris's hand had been around the back of your neck, he shifted his hands to be around your throat, lifting you up for better access to surprise you with a fierce, open-mouthed kiss.

It was like the man was trying to torture you. Or ruin you in the best way. You lent further into the kiss, deepening it.

“And cut! Perfect, we'll get all the kissing done at the same time to not waste the lipstick, yeah?” David said, ruining everything.

Chris helped you out of the coffin and you prayed you wouldn't slip and suffer the same fate and Chloe (not that you'd let a sprained ankle stop you now), and David guided you both to an empty area with a few blue lights around.

“OK. Now. I want you guys to make out. Just go for it. Chris, I want you to ravish her.” David directed.

At this point, you looked at Chris and just shrugged. He laughed and pulled you flush against him by the waist, both of you with cheeky grins.

“You ready to start filming?” Chris asked, an air of mischief in his voice.

Before David even said yes, Chris's lips were on yours again. It started a little sloppy and silly, but turned slower and more passionate fast, your hands cupping Chris' cheek, his arms around you only drawing you in closer, impossibly so. Chris broke the kiss and whispered in your ear.

“I'm going to do something, if you don't like it, just stop me, OK?” he spoke in a low whisper, and you didn't have to pretend to be turned on.

“I trust you.” You breathed back.

Then suddenly Chris was kissing your neck, then your chest. You arched your back to grant him better access, and stroked his neck as he sucked on the soft skin of your collarbone. It was all you could do to hold back a moan. When he pulled away and looked up at you, you could have died. Suddenly you felt too tense to kiss him again, scared you'd convey how much you need him, as Y/N, not the character in the music video. You turned your away, and then it was time to touch up your lipstick and a break before once more getting in the coffin.

You were drinking icy water and trying to calm yourself down from the growing heat and anxiety within you. You tried to compose yourself. You didn't want to be a creep, it's not exactly like he's consenting to you getting off from his acting. And that's all it was. Acting. Just... really convincing. You tried to reason with yourself and prepare yourself for the sex scene.

There was another knock on the dressing room door.

“Come in.”

Chris walked in, immaculate in his suit, but a concerned look in his dark eyes.

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?” You responded, feigning innocence.

“Did I do something wrong? I thought everything was OK. Did I cross a line? You know you can always stop me Y/N, I know you've been through shit and I don't want to ever hurt you, I'm really sor-”

“Chris, Chris, it's fine. You didn't cross a line or anything. I just. Um. Fuck,” you looked away, a blush spreading across your face. “I- Look, you did nothing wrong, OK? You did everything right. Maybe too right, if you get what I mean? I guess I just kinda froze up. But trust me, you didn't do anything wrong. You're... perfect.” You looked back up at Chris with imploring eyes, only to be met with a cocky smirk.

“Too right, huh? Man's got moves.” He laughed to himself, and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Don't get all proud of yourself,” you said and walked past. “Show time.”

Once you two opened the coffin and climbed in, it was up to you.

“I have one direction. Make me feel something. Action!” David boomed.

You started simple, Chris climbing on top of you, but you decided to take control. You lent back and put one heeled foot on Chris's chest, pushing him down slowly. He looked up at you with such an intense lust you could have moaned from that alone. You kissed for a moment before sitting up and helping Chris to take his jacket off. His eyes never left yours, piercing into your soul. The world didn't matter; nothing was real but this moment.

The pair of you moved in time, shifting seductively as Chris whispered to you, hand in your hair.

“Would it be too far if I,” he slid his hand across your face, and you understood his gesture. When his thumb slipped into your mouth, you sucked, fully getting into it. You were determined to make him as desperate as you were. He held both sides of your face and was about to kiss you, but you wrapped your arms around his wrists and tried to pull him down. But Chris was not one to obey. He pulled his hands away and brushed some hair out of your face, before pulling you up against him. Chris scooped you up, one hand cradling your neck delicately, the other gripping your ass for stability and control. You felt immediately how badly Chris wanted this when he grinded into you. The thin fabric of your costume and his suit was not enough to conceal his arousal. You gasped and grinded back as Chris lent in for a kiss that felt like fire. He guided you down into the coffin, as you felt his tongue slip past your lips. After just a moment of kissing, Chris sat up, both of you coming up for air, and double checking consent.

But you just grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. He kissed you lips, your neck, down your chest, even kissing your thigh, then lifting your leg up to caress as he kissed you deeply and passionately, grinding occasionally and trying to control himself. After a few more kisses, you broke apart.

“Perfection! Now we just need to close the lid.” David stated.

“I'm sorry, what?” you asked.

“We're going to close the lid. Well, Chris is. Make it extra dramatic, that's the ending of the video. Two lovers in their final bed.”

Normally you'd fight this, as the idea of being shut in a coffin—even for a moment in a music video—gave you anxiety, but in your current state, the idea made a shiver go through your spine.

The last scene was shot, you snuggled into Chris as he looked up into the camera and closed the door. For just a few moments, you remained just like that. Head on Chris's shoulder and hand on his chest, his arm around you and hand on your ass. You looked up at him and though you couldn't see it, he was looking down at you too.

Chris cleared his throat and tried to find something to say.

“Wow.” He stated, eloquently. You laughed quietly, knowing the camera was still filming.

Before you could lose your nerve, you reached your hand up to find his lips. You heard Chris breathing harder as your fingers found his lips. You just started to shuffle closer when you heard a voice.

“That's a wrap for tonight guys. Everyone fuck off home, it's going to be another big day tomorrow.” David said, walking off and dismissing the crew. The crew (most of whom your were friends with) thought it would be funny to leave you both in there rather than helping you out. Which meant you had to untangle yourselves and find a way out.

Someone tapped the coffin twice.

“See you tomorrow guys!” the voice was Ricky. Then, quieter, “Don't have too much fun.” You could feel the smirk through the coffin.

“Motherfucker!” Chris yelled, and only get a distant laughter in response.

You heard nothing but Chris' heartbeat and your head rested on his chest.

For a second, you just looked up at Chris, unsure what to do. You wanted to tell him, but you were scared. You wanted to kiss him, but what if he freaked out, what if it was only for the video, and he was just another actor? But could you live with yourself if you didn't take the chance? Before you could do anything, Chris tried to pull his arm out from under you to push up on the lid of the coffin, and in doing so ended up half on top of you. Chris breathed in sharply as you felt what was most definitely not his leg pressing on yours.

“Ah, sorry, I just, uh, you know,” Chris laughed nervously before looking into your eyes, “You were too good too.” He meant to joke, but his emotions leaked out through the words.

“Trust me, if I was a man, I'd be apologising for the same thing,” you laughed, trying to ease into talking again, and letting Chris know it was all OK. “I mean, when you pulled me in and like, thrust into me? Fuck, I know you said you have moves but damn, you really have moves!” You joked—or tried to make it seem that way.

“I mean, I'm happy to show you more, if you want.” he said with a wink, leaning into it in a joking manner.

“Bold of you to assume I don't want that.” you returned. The joke slipped out, challenging him, but you weren't expecting his facade to drop as he looked at you with total sincerity.

“Y/N, I—I need to ask you something. Was this, ah, was this just for the video? Cause I could swear I felt something real, and I'm hoping it's not just because I want there to be.”

“I- Thank God I wasn't imagining it.” You smiled and pulled him in. But this wasn't like when the cameras where on you. This was soft. Hesitant. Fragile and delicate but determined to push yourself. Because you couldn't let this slip away. Him slip away. While you were aiming for just a short kiss, a peck, wordlessly checking it was OK, Chris had other ideas.

Suddenly his hands were in your hair, his lips on yours, and instead of passion, there was a soft declaration of love. Just taking time to memorize the feel of your lips. But you were both still worked up, and then the heat came in moments, the kiss like fire. As your tongues danced, Chris slid a hand down your body, stopping to squeeze your ass as he grinded into your leg. You moaned into the kiss, rocking your hips against his.

“Chris,” you moaned, as he started to grind his cock against your clothed core.

“Dammit, how do you get this thing off?” He asked, tugging at your costume, and you laughed.

“Fuck, this stupid costume, we're gonna need to get out of here to get it off... Dressing room?” You suggested.

“I don't know,” Chris said darkly, breathing against your ear. “I was looking forward to fucking you right here in this coffin.”

The statement sent a shiver down your spine. Chris didn't miss this.

“I knew you thought this was hot too,” he said, voice low and leaving a hickey on the small of your neck. Chris slid his hand down to rub against your heat, and you bucked your hips into his hand immediately.

“Fuck, you're a lot darker than I gave you credit for, kitten.” Chris' low voice forced a whimper out of you. Then he stopped. “If I go too far, stop me, OK? I don't want to hurt you... well, unless you want me to.”

“Chris, if you stop now, I will fucking murder you.”

“Can't think of a better way to go.”

“Chris!”

With that, Chris tore the fabric connecting the top and bottom of the costume, sliding your panties off at the same time. Before you could even register the destroyed costume, his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit and you cried out.

“Yes! Just there!” You moaned, and Chris slowed his pace. You were about to protest when you heard the zipper of his of his pants. You reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants, and he groaned as you pumped him slowly.

“Shit, I'm not going to last if you keep touching my like that, Y/N,” Chris moaned airily as he thrust into your hand.

“I'm only teasing you back, baby,” you smirked, letting go and kissing him harshly.

“Uh, I don't have a condom, are you OK with that?” Asked Chris, ever the gentleman.

“I'm on the pill, just fuck me, please.” The last word slipped out before you could stop yourself. As hot as this was, you knew your friend would never let you live this down.

“'Please?' Don't tell me,” Chris said, melodramatic, “you're a sub!”

“Chris, don't make me do it, don't ruin the moment.”

“I'm not ruining anything, all I'm saying is-”

“No,”

“that you have to beg.”

“I am not-” You stopped as Chris rolled on top of you, grinded his cock against your wet core, and bit the spot just below your ear, causing you to let out a high pitched whimper.

“Are you sure about that, darling?” Chris asked in a low voice.

You whimpered more as he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Please Chris, I'm begging you, please fuck me!”

With that Chris thrust his full length into you without any warning.

You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, the later only making the first more intense. Chris was far bigger than any other guy you'd had, both in length and width, and the stretch was perfection. You could've cum then and there when Chris hammered into you without waiting, groaning into your ear. The noises that man was making could drive you insane. Each thrust was deeper, and took you to a new level as you ran your nails down Chris's back, legs wrapping around him for more, more, more. You were in such a state that neither of you could even feel or hear the coffin jolting with each thrust. You wished you could see more of Chris, but the darkness of the coffin only heightened your other senses. Each thrust felt more powerful, as Chris hit your g spot without fail each time.

It wasn't long before you Chris stopped kissing your neck to groan into your ear, slowing his pace.

“Y/N, I'm gonna cum,” He warned, asking without words what you were comfortable with.

“Cum in me,” you said without missing a beat, and you could've sworn the man whimpered a little. “Please.”

With that, Chris returned to his brutal pace, kissing your lips like he needed you like air. He pinched your nipple, and as a gasp escaped, Chris used this to his advantage for further access. After a moment, you felt his thumb toy with your clit again, slow circles getting faster, and as you felt yourself clench around Chris, the tightness in your stomach released and you felt ecstasy as you bucked wildly, desperate to stay in this moment. Just as you started to come down from your high, Chris released into you, losing control. You couldn't help but climb higher as the man you'd die for moaned into your ear, holding your hips and just losing himself into you.

You two cooled down, breathing hard against each other, the scent of sex heavy in the coffin. Though you could hardly see it, you could feel Chris looking into your eyes. Then his hand brushed some hair from your face and he kissed you sweetly, still inside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly. When the kiss ended, Chris slipped out, and let out a sigh.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Y/N. How much I need you.” Chris's voice was soft and gentle, a stark contrast what took place mere moments ago.

“I feel like I could say the same. Chris, I-” You stopped yourself before you could say how you feel. Because even after all this, the fear remained. But Chris wasn't going to let that get in the way.

“You what?”

“I've liked you for the longest time.” You chickened out.

“Well, I've loved you for years.”

Even in the dark, you looked over at him.

“What?”

“I wrote this song for you, actually. I'm eternally yours. If you'll give me the honour of being so.”

“I love you.” Was all you could say before your lips crashed to his once more in the beautiful blackness.

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I went to see this really great Talking Heads cover band on Friday, and before the show started one of my friends ran into a guy she vaguely recognized, and while they tried to figure out how they knew each other, one of that guy’s friends started chatting me up.

Gang, I can’t stop thinking about this guy. Not because he was hot (though he was), but because I have never in my life felt so wildly unmoored while speaking to another human being.

Like, he told me his name, I told him mine, and then I made a very in context joke about a lizard - too much to explain here, but I promise it made sense at the time. He responded, and I am not taking any liberties as I quote this:

“A lizard? Aren’t those the little guys that run around on two legs sometimes?”

It is hard to know what to say to that. I am good with conversational curveballs, but this was out of left field. I hesitated, then put on a very polite social smile and responded “yeah! I guess lizards do run around on two legs sometimes!”

“You are much like a lizard, then.” He said. “You’re also on two legs.”

Well.

I was briefly saved from having to come up with a response because the opening act started playing. Opening acts are hit and miss, but I was happy to discover that this particular one, Ruby Dear, has a frontwoman with an absolutely incredible voice. Like holy shit, after the first song my friend and I looked at each other and simultaneously said “PIPES.” I got pretty into their set, and would have been bummed out when they had to wrap up if the promise of a truly spectacular Talking Heads cover band wasn’t on the horizon.

I had by this point forgotten about my new friend The Lizardman, but he tapped me on the shoulder and said “Did you like the performance?” Okay, that’s a normal question, I could handle this conversation.

“Yeah, I thought they were great! Did you like them?!” I said.

“Yes! I’ve never been to a concert before!” He replied.

Well.

“…HOW?” I finally said.

He shrugged. “I just haven’t.” I had to study him to see if he was fucking with me. He did not appear to be.

This presented a new question. He looked like he was roughly in my age range (late 20s/early 30s), but was it possible that he was very young?? He had to be at least 21 though, he’d been carded at the door and was drinking a beer. Furthermore, the friends he was with were in their late forties at the absolute youngest.

“You must really like the Talking Heads, if this is the show that got you to come out!” I finally said.

“Oh, I’ve never even heard a song by them.” He replied politely. “That’s the band that’s playing next?”

Well.

“The band playing tonight is called Start Making Sense.” I finally explained, after I had wrapped my mind around this. “They play songs by the Talking Heads. The Talking Heads broke up in like 1990.”

“Oh! Cool!” He said. “Were they any good?”

“… Yes.” I said after another few moments of interal debate about whether this guy was fucking with me. He had to be fucking with me.

Per the awestruck expression on his face after the band opened with Psycho Killer, he was not fucking with me. And he had questions.

“EVERYONE IN THE AUDIENCE KNEW ALL THE WORDS?!??” He exclaimed.

“YEAH WE ALL LIKE TALKING HEADS ENOUGH TO GO TO A TALKING HEADS COVER SHOW!” I yelled back.

“THAT’S AMAZING!” He decided.

And like, putting myself in his shoes (by which I mean the shoes of a time traveler from either 1600 or 2400), I had to agree with him.

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inn-oceanid · 8 months

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``—LOOK ! ,,

Lyney is such an interesting and flirty motherfucker. Recently this song has been all over my fyp; Tingin (Look) by Cup of Joe. It's a Filipino song and it's vvvvvvvvvv good.

I recommend listening to the song while you read this.

Imagine—

Another spectacular performance by Lyney and Lynette has brought huge smiles and loud cheers from the crowd, expressing utter satisfaction and glee from the magic they have witnessed once more.

It was no lie that Lyney was fond of the crowd cheering for them, it boosts his pride and confidence as a magician. It gives him strength to go further with magic, to bring joy to people, even if it's just for a while.

Dawn has fallen as the Opera Epiclese started to empty, the audience had started to make their way back home with a lingering excitement left in their souls, magic truly has such a strong impact. Some started to go home while some stayed, chatting with their friends, family, whoever as laughter filled the air. It was like music to Lyney's ears.

"Great Magician Lyney!"

A kid who happened to be an audience from today's performance waved at the magician who made his way out of the opera with his sister, or also known as his magic assistant. The little boy jumped excitedly as he shook his arms in the air, eager to be noticed by him.

"Hello there," Lyney did not fail to notice, that's a given. He waved back at the little boy and grabbed a card out of nowhere, making the child gasp as his eyes went wide as plates. Flicking the edge of the card with his index finger, Lyney pulled out a balloon from it, amazing the child further.

The distinct sound of the child's cheers immediately drew attention from other people, ending up creating another circle of audience.

Lyney chuckled and gave the white balloon to the kid, patting his head firmly. "You're the coolest magician in the whole world!" Beamed the child as he made sure he had a good grip on the string, jumping happily while the crowd clapped their hands along.

"Magician Lyney show us another trick!"

"Another one, encore!"

The magician placed a hand on his chest, wholeheartedly feeling warm from the crowd's cheering. Usually, he doesn't do any more tricks whenever he finishes a performance at the opera. But as he looks at the crowd cheering for him in glee, how could he say no? The crowd's happiness was, indeed, his happiness as well, after all.

Moments has passed as he showed the crowd small tricks here and their, erupting the joy and excitement further more, creating a lively evening. Twirling his hat on his index finger, he tapped it and white doves flew out, swimming in the air.

Lyney adored magic.

That was what he thought, until he saw you in the midst of crowd.

He felt like time has stopped the moment his eyes landed on your figure, your skin that illuminated from the light that the moon had radiated. The way your hair flowed along the wind as you walked past. You made his heart stop beating, but beat so fast at the same time.

Were you not interested in magic? Or were you simply just the type to mind your own business? A foreigner perhaps that has yet to know him? Either way, even though you didn't turn to look at the crowd surrounding him, he was enticed by your beauty.

The cheering of the crowd became more and more incoherent to his ear the more he stared at you, as if you and him were the only ones there. Or better yet, as if this moment was given for him to admire you and your unfamiliarity that he found so alluring.

Have you noticed him before he could even notice you? Were you looking at him while he was busy entertaining the crowd? Was there any second that you took to look at him before you turned around? He hoped you did. He hoped that you glanced at him by any chance.

—

That's all he thought about as he went home. His head was drowning in the thought of you. It felt weird for him to feel this way, you were a stranger and yet he felt attached already. He wanted to see you again.

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines #genshin impact lyney #genshin lyney #lyney #lyney x reader #lyney x gender neutral reader

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teddypickerry · 1 year

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Hey please can I request a Nikki Sixx x reader! Just a bit of jealous! Nikki, something along the lines of that there either at a music awards or some red carpet and the boys are off performing, and whilst waiting with the other s/os reader gets hit on by someone, and she plays into it, until the boys return and all hell breaks loose because no one flirts with Nikkis girl

𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐈’𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋!

pairings! 2000s nikki x younger gf

warnings! age gap couple (not specified age), i think that’s it

word count! 900

a/n! hi mfs. alive & thriving w another nikki fic. i didn’t specify his exact age or the readers. but it is hot 2000s nikki bc he is my bf (real). so. DEAL WITH ITTTT.

AS IF BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP with a rockstar wasn't enough pressure from the public eye and his many (envious) female fans, music awards were pure stress. although your boyfriend, nikki, grew out of his phase of attending every spectacular event, you were still in attendance of a few of them. while nikki loved showing you off and having you there for support, you didn't quite enjoy it as much as you wished. although the thought of fangirling over your favorite musicians sufficed — you also had to deal with the overwhelming flood of hate directed at your relationship on social media the next morning.

it was always the same headlines. "nikki's downgraded to another twenty-year old" "y/n is hardly enough for a rockstar" "he's probably off cheating on her as per usual" or "i prefer nikki and his ex" it's just pure judgment of a relationship they haven't even witnessed. they don't see the love you share or how well the man treats you.

but the headlines truly didn't matter as much as supporting your boyfriend and his career, his passion. so, you found yourself sat at the rock 'n' roll hall of fame inductory evening. although mötley had yet to be awarded for their one of a kindness in the rock industry, they were still being honored tonight in the form of performing. which excited all four of them because whether or not they liked it, they would be performing infront of the most iconic and talented musicians. mick couldn't stop talking about jeff beck on the car ride over. he didn't want to fuck up in the god's presence.

but so far he'd done excellently during the beginning and chorus of 'kickstart my heart' which was a song having the crowd losing their shit. and quite honestly, so were you. you hadn't seen nikki perform too many times due to busy schedules and god was it hot. but as the hit came to the end, you noticed a man inching closer to you in his chair. he was only a few down from you but since the band was up on stage, they left you, their empty chairs, and tommy's girlfriend. you shot her an odd look as she glanced in the man's direction, shrugging it off. you decided to do the same until he filled your boyfriend's position beside you. which only made you ultimately uncomfortable.

"what's a beautiful girl like you doing here alone tonight? looking for eligible bachelors?" the man whispered towards you ear while the crowd roared in cheers for the notorious rock band. you simply rubbed your lips together without turning in his direction. your eyes locked on your boyfriend exiting the stage and heading backstage. "eligible bachelors?" you scoffed, simply annoyed with the toying of flirtation.

"yeah, some rich rocker... but you seem like a self-made typa woman," he quipped as his eyes travelled your tight fitting dress. your eyes finally caught a glimpse of him — recognizing him as some drummer in a rock band not so popular. but you knew him from your brother's crippling obsession with underground bands. "what does that even mean?"

"you've got a mouth on you..." he smirked while running a hand through his short dark hair as if he was all that. which only got on your nerves even more as you messed with your up-do, watching them announce commercial break upon the stage. but this guy wasn't letting go. "so are you an artist, producer, manager, a plus one, perhaps?"

"plus one." you responded with a glare as the man attempted to scoot closer to you. your thighs brushed for a moment before you shoved over to the next chair — visibly uncomfortable. "will you leave her alone?" tommy's girlfriend asked as she viewed the situation. the man furrowed his eyebrows before shooting a charming smile. "just making conversation."

you crossed your arms defensively as tommy's girlfriend shot you a sympathetic look. "so who're you with then, doll?" the drummer asked daringly. which only made you hold back an eye roll. "just saw him onstage."

"one of the old guys, cmon." he rolled his eyes as if it were nonsense. even though he couldn't be much younger than nikki himself. it was when nikki's death glare caught his attention that his eyes slightly widened. "old guys? will you get the fuck out of my chair before i deck you in the fucking face." sixx warned as the man stood up quickly and made his way towards the aisle and as far from the group as possible. slash laughed from the row behind. "jesus christ," you mumbled as nikki took a seat beside you. you scooted into him, back into your old seat. the rest of the band followed behind him and questioned the man practically drooling over you.

nikki wrapped an arm around you as you placed a kiss to his cheek. "thanks for saving me, rockstar." you whispered which made him smile slightly before going back to his 'hardcore rockstar' look. "yeah well, no one messes with nikki's girl."

"dumbass," tommy mumbled beside the in love nikki. all while the bassist was planning the ways he was going to fuck up the guy hitting on you after the show.

#teddypickerry #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx #need more nikki sixx fics #mötley crue fic #tommy lee x reader #mick mars #vince neil #nikki sixx x fem reader #nikki sixx oneshot #nikki sixx blurb #older nikki sixx x reader

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On May 20, 1944, Joe Cocker was born in Sheffield, England.

(20 May 1944 – 22 December 2014)

"The world without the blues is empty."

The world found out about Joe Cocker when he took to the Woodstock stage — and completely transformed the Beatles' "With a Little Help From My Friends". This strange Englishman was twitching convulsively in accordance with some of his cosmic rhythms, wheezing desperately and playing an imaginary guitar. His version has a sweet song from "Sergeant Pepper" Turned into a soul rock masterpiece storming the skies:

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British rhythm and blues artists of the 1960s (including Mick Jagger, Eric Burdon, Jack Bruce) Joe Cocker was probably the most assertive and uninhibited. He has always been an original interpreter, taking material from the Beatles, Bob Dylan, Randy Newman, Leonard Cohen, his idol Ray Charles.

A native of Sheffield, young Joe Cocker was not going to work as a gasman all his life, as his mother had assumed. After dropping out of school at the age of 16, he threw himself into music.

Already in his youth, standing at the microphone in the pubs of his hometown, Joe Cocker began to develop his signature vocal style. A demo recording earned him a contract with Decca Records in 1964, and he debuted with a Beatles cover of "I'll Cry Instead", which never made the charts:

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After the tour, opening for The Hollies Joe Cocker returned to his job as a gasman, working hard on music in his spare time. Together with bassist Chris Stainton, he assembled the first line-up in 1965 Grease Band. Two years of performing in pubs brought the band devoted fans.

Success happened in 1968, when the most spectacular version of the Lennon and McCartney song "With a Little Help from My Friends" (with Jimmy Page on guitar) was released, which topped the British charts in November. The Beatles themselves warmly approved of this performance. This song has become the unofficial theme song of the indefatigable cover artist:

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Now Joe Cocker could begin to conquer the American market. A string of concerts and television appearances culminated in a triumphant performance at Woodstock in August 1969.

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Following this, he noticed another Beatles cover of "She Came in through the Bathroom Window":

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Joe reached his peak with a massive tour Mad Dogs & Englishmen, which was attended by about 30 musicians. A grueling 65 concerts in 57 days spawned a double best-selling live album. But at the exit, Joe Cocker was left with only burnout and a bunch of unpaid bills.

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Joe fell into a long period of binge drinking, heroin addiction and problems with the law. He still toured and released uneven albums, but without the same success. He managed to truly return from oblivion only in 1975 with the ballad "You Are So Beautiful", co-written with Billy Preston:

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Joe strengthened his revival with a duet with Jennifer Warnes "Up Where We Belong" from the melodrama "An Officer and a Gentleman" (1982). Both of these songs are far from his early works in their power. But the expressiveness of the vocals, the recognizable charisma are still the same. Over the years, Joe has moderated the intensity of his stage antics, but has not lost his inner fire.

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His career was slowly moving forward, Joe enjoyed the respect of colleagues and the loyalty of an international audience, performed at respectable parties from the celebration of the 70th anniversary of Nelson Mandela to the Montreux Jazz festival. There was also another unconditional hit — the song "You Can Leave Your Hat On" by Randy Newman from the movie "Nine and a half Weeks".

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In 2002, Joe Cocker joined drummer Phil Collins and Queen guitarist Brian May to perform "with a little help from friends" at the Queen's Golden Jubilee party. From Woodstock to Buckingham Palace: the circle has closed. Five years later, Joe became a Knight Commander of the Order of the British Empire. Not bad for a failed gasman from Sheffield!

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Joe spent the last years of his life in Colorado, doing fly fishing and caring for a greenhouse. And he fully deserved this quiet life, having gone through a long-term ordeal of fame, money and the excesses of rock and roll. And leaving us a lot of really heartfelt and bright music.

#Everything you need to know about Rock📌

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rippersz · 1 year

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𝒯𝑜 𝒫𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃:

(A Larissa Weems x fem!reader fanfic) (Part 5)

(Part 4) (Part3) (Part 2) (Part 1)

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Your luck ran out, it seemed.

3 weeks and no stranger.

3 weeks and no jaw-dropping beauty.

3 weeks and the station seemed quieter than it did before.

You loathed to admit it to yourself in the beginning, but eventually you faced the truth. You missed her. That was that. Plain and simple. You missed her and your days felt emptier without her there, but it was fine. You were fine. Life was not all about train station crushes and dawning rose-colored glasses at any chance you got. No, it was more than that. It was watching people and observing them and wondering about the intricacies of their lives. It was sitting on park benches and admiring the birds and listening to their songs and ignoring the way your heart lurched in your chest when someone with white hair walked past the corner of your eye. It was listening to music in your living room and putting your pencil to paper and watching the tall feminine figure of a distant beauty come to fruition before you even realized what you were doing. And it was also about falling asleep, sinking into dreams, and waking up with the image of blue eyes swiftly fading from your mind.

All in all, yeah - life was more than just longing. You knew that. You knew that very well. Probably better than anyone else.

…So how come you missed her so bad?

How come she was on your mind every time you entered the station? How come she popped into your thoughts while you were looking for drawing references, stumbling across fashion blogs and figure studies? How come she crossed your psyche every time you heard the click-clacking of heels? Were you obsessed? Was that it? No… no you were infatuated. Yes. You recognized that behavior - you were infatuated and you had imagined so many things about her that the pedestal she stood on in your mind was far too high.

Although… was it? Was it truly? Hadn’t you made no assumptions aside from believing she simply must have a partner at home? You hadn’t compared her to the gods, you hadn’t claimed she was a model or anything like that.

…But you could. You definitely could. In fact, you could say many things - you could say she was something utterly spectacular. Something not made by human hands or love. You could say she was something that was too refined and too pleasing to the eye to be just mortal. Hell, you could go the extra mile.

You could say that Aphrodite wanted to create a predecessor that was unbelievably beautiful. That she yearned for a pretty face to look at and refresh her subconscious whenever she wished. You could say that Aphrodite went about that by creating the stranger from clay; following in Prometheus’s footsteps and breathing her own life into the figure. And then you could say- you could claim- you could insist- that when Aphrodite opened her hands to see the result, she fell to her knees and began screaming in horror, realizing her mistake too late. See, in her eagerness to create the prettiest thing she’d ever seen, in her own image, she made the most egregious error of a lifetime. Oh yes… she had created her own downfall.

For the most beautiful thing she shaped turned out to be far more beautiful than her.

And even as the goddess of love and carnality… well even she had to admit it to herself. Her own creation… with eyes bluer than hers and hair shinier than hers and lips pinker than hers and hands far more slender and feminine than hers…

You could say that, in horror, Aphrodite allowed the creation to slip from her fingers and fall to Earth. And there the mortal flourished, until finally she walked into your life and changed you forever.

…Okay so perhaps ‘forever’ was an exaggeration, but in that span of time, when you missed her so terribly, you were convinced your heart would ache until you died. That’s what missing people did - it brought a weight to one’s soul that was so strong it could only be forgotten about in a drugged stupor or a sleepy haze. Drugs and alcohol were never your thing, so sleeping away the image of such beauty was your best bet. And even that didn’t work.

So at the end of the day, you could claim that the stranger wasn’t human at all; that Aphrodite birthed her from her bare hands; but what was the point in that? No one would listen. No one would believe you. Really the longer you were left without her presence, the more you thought you could have been hallucinating. Perhaps there was no one there in the first place. Perhaps such a stranger didn’t exist at all and it was just a mirrored image of your ‘dream woman’. Perhaps your mind was playing tricks on you - trying to make you feel less lonely.

Though like most mind tricks, it worked until it didn’t.

Days and days went by as slow as snails and there was still no sign of her. February finally turned over into March, crowds came and went, and several people occupied the bench that, at one point, had been hers. The first time a different person sat there, a strange violent anger twisted within the depths of your soul. You wanted nothing more than to get up and push them onto the concrete, but the part of you that didn’t want to get charged with assault kept you still. And it also told you the truth. It murmured reality into your ears.

‘She’s not coming back. And you are foolish to wait for her.’

But you weren’t waiting for her. Were you? No. Why would you? What exactly would you be waiting for? The moment in which she’d show up at the station again? And throw her arms around your neck and claim that she’s liked you since the first day she saw you? No. No, you were a daydreamer of sorts but not to that extent.

Right?

‘She’s returned to her own life and you have to return to yours. So stop longing for someone who doesn’t remember you.’

But- but nothing had changed. Your life was still the same. It still went on… just without her.

And could it really be that big? The gap left behind once her spotless heels went walking off into the distance? Could it really span that far - from the beginning of the first week to the middle of the third? Yes. Apparently so. And for a stretch of that time you wondered if she had that effect on everyone, but swiftly realized that of course she did. Looking like that, sounding like that… how the world wasn’t bowing at her feet, you’d never know.

How you weren’t trying to get the memory of her out of your head, you’d never know.

Instead of doing whatever you could to distract yourself, to get over your silly little crush, to put an end to your idiotic yearning… you gave in. You did what you did best and you gave in. Subconsciously, unconsciously, and consciously dedicating yourself to keeping her in your head for as long as possible. And by the end of the second week, you felt a bit sick upon realizing the extent of your misplaced infatuation. Each sketchbook page you turned, each journal entry you wrote, each doodle you scribbled with whatever was near… she was there. She lived there. Hidden on each line, in each grain, along each edge. White hair, blue eyes, pale skin, red lips. Like some strange albino vampire. Or a ghost you couldn’t live without.

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It was yet another Friday night when you decided to change up your schedule a bit. Falling asleep had become easier and easier as time passed, so you thought that perhaps going to the station at 1 AM instead of in the evening would add a bit of excitement to your hobby. The station nearest to you ran 24/7 and as anyone knew, a city never truly slept. An early Saturday morning, for example, saw people of all kinds going out to nightclubs. Those in business attire returning home late from work, young teens switching between each other’s apartments and grabbing pizza to take back, and a variation of others lingering near the walls and benches. The constant noise of the city filled the air without reprieve, successfully keeping everyone awake. Though despite that, you could easily spot the exhaustion hiding within certain people; like the girl in the sparkling purple dress standing while on her phone had bags under her eyes and was probably asking her friends if she could stay home. And the man with the crinkled suit who kept running his hand through his hair and checking his watch, pacing every two seconds, just trying to keep his eyes open. And the young girl who had already fallen asleep against her mother’s side, dozing off into dreamland while her mom quietly spoke on the phone.

And then there was yourself; sitting alone with a busy mind and empty hands. The bench across from you was occupied by other people- a highschool girl, two college friends, and a man who sat tuning his guitar. Any memory that could have existed of the fair-haired stranger was gone. Only left to linger in the minds of those who had, at one point, saw her just as you did. And if you told anyone about her- about the kind of woman you observed but never met, they’d stare at you as though you were ranting about witnessing a UFO floating above the city. As though she were a phenomenon that would never happen again. As if she, for all you know, could have disappeared off of the grid entirely and would not show face until many years had passed.

Well. That was unlikely. But still.

More often than not, you had to remind yourself that she was just another woman anyway. No- not just another woman- she was so much more than that. No, she was just… just some woman. She was just some woman and she would not be coming back and that meant you had to forget about her. That meant throwing away the sketchbook pages, tearing out the diary entries and burning them, and never looking at that damned bench again. That meant going to work and coming home without a strange pulse in your heart pulling you toward the station. That meant leaving any ounce of daydreaming behind, because you were only hurting yourself more when you thought about the way those eyes would have looked when placed on you. Or how, in some other life, there was a chance that you could be doing something as boring as laundry and taxes together and you’d still find beauty within her even then.

Though thoughts like that… oh those were the ones that left you sitting in bed at night with your eyes glued to the ceiling. The world dark, your skin cold, your head pounding. And with no one beside you. No one to wake up to. No one to return to. There was a quote that perfectly described your feelings, actually. What was it again? Oh, right, yes…

‘When nobody wakes you up in the morning and when nobody waits for you at night and when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it, freedom or loneliness?’

Charles Bukowski was very correct, wasn’t he? There would always be a fine line between solitude and loneliness. Usually it didn’t get to you, but for some reason ever since seeing that stranger… it was becoming more and more difficult to ignore. It followed you like a cloud. Your phone never rang, your hands were never filled with a brown lunch paper bag, your cheeks were never red from an overload of kisses. You never got flowers, you never got hugs, you never got a smile in return when you told someone you loved them. In fact, the only people you hung around were the ones at your job - and even they were too busy with their own things to befriend you properly. So you ate lunch alone and you rode the train alone and you listened to music alone and you worked alone and you lived alone and everything was done alone alone alone alone alone alone alone alone-

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised to see you here again…"

A smooth accent filled your ears.

“… you weren't waiting on me, were you?”

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alive for you l j. studnicka

I drive fast / wind in my hair / push it to the limits

summary: Jack just cannot wait to get you out of this club. He also can’t seem to wait until you get home.

wordcount: 3k

song: burning desire - lana del rey

warnings: minors dni! Surprise surprise: cursing and smut! Also, semi public sex. Oh and proofreading was uhhh…fast. So bear with me.

a/n: I actually don’t super love this one but I have a huge cr*sh on him and there isn’t enough talk about this man so here you go. Inbox is always open for you. Love u love uuuuuu

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“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, baby.”

The vibrations of the music ran through your body as you found yourself in the corner of the Canuck’s most cherished and frequented club in the city, your arms securely wrapped around your boyfriend.

That's what he had become, officially, a couple weeks ago.

Much to your surprise, Jack blew your expectations when he took you out to dinner to ask you properly.

You had gotten to see how romantically cheesy he was behind closed doors, but taking the step to officially call you his girlfriend made you swoon to no end.

“It drives me insane when you call me that.” He muttered, moving his lips across the shell of your ear.

As you looked at him, his skin reflecting colorful lights amongst the crowd, all you could do was place your lips on his again.

It felt like you had spent the whole night attached to each other.

You truly hadn’t been able to stop kissing and making out since you met at the doors of the club. The first kiss in two weeks was spectacular, but something kept you pulling each other together.

Magnetized.

The feeling of being together felt addicting; it felt like peace, like placing the last piece in a puzzle.

The slight problem was that as much as you had craved each other for a while now, you hadn’t actually gotten to spend private time together yet.

Right after making it official, Jack had to leave for a ten day roadie, leaving you equally high and dry.

So right after you became official, you were separated. It was okay, part of his life that now involved yours, but it had come at the worst time.

The last kiss before he left leaving a sopping puddle in your underwear.

So tonight, finally reunited, you stuck to each other like glue.

There was absolutely no way he was going to leave your side, just like you only went to meet up with him.

Mostly self contained people, you could care less about the club or the drinks. The earlier you could both politely sneak away from the team, the better.

The tension was there, palpable, and obvious to everyone, even though you didn’t care, both in each other’s worlds.

Jack's favorite spot tonight had been behind you; whether at the bar, reaching over your head with his lanky arms to grab drinks, or on the dance floor.

He had always been shy, the more reserved guy in every group he was part of.

It all went out of the window with you.

He didn’t know if it had been the shots, he doubted it was the environment, but he felt alone with you as he bravely took you to the middle of the dance floor before immediately slipping his tongue past your lips for the millionth time.

You couldn’t hear the scoffs and chirps from his nearby teammates as you collided, craving to be on top of each other already.

His muscular thigh boldly splitting your legs apart, he was all around you.

Wild and intoxicating, he ondulanted himself against you harder and harder, practically rubbing your small frame on top of him as he kept kissing you. The fabric of his dark washed jeans reverberated against your clit, creating waves of pleasure under your thin panties.

His cock began swelling fast, having you in such a vulnerable position, both mentally and physically, all while in a public place.

He couldn’t help himself.

He had to have you close to him; he had to grab you and run his fingers through the roots of your hair, up and down your silhouette as you grinded together to the beat of the music.

He knew you were moaning, your whimpers and sweet meowings vibrating against his lips as he moved his mouth in unison with you, pushing his tongue against yours deeply.

He wanted more, and it was hard to hold back as your hip would bump into his hard and evident boner every time he pushed your back closer to him again, literally moving your body up and down his perched leg.

It was only when he realized his hands were gripping the flesh of your ass underneath your bodycon dress that he pulled away from you, breathlessly, his eyes panicking with lust as he took your features in.

“I’m about a second away from bending you over this bar and fucking you right here.¨

He muttered against your ear, causing eyes to widen as you felt your underwear drench at his explicit words.

He watched you smile sweetly in response, the hint of nervousness as you bit the inside of your cheek being the last straw for him tonight.

“C’mon.” He said, reaching out to grab your hand.

He wouldn’t bother with goodbyes or formalities.

Not tonight.

Jack had fallen hard.

After his last breakup, he was sure he’d never love again, or at least not anytime soon.

With the undoing of his long, tumultuous relationship with Boston as the backdrop, the only thing that kept him going was hockey.

But it was all in the past now.

You came into his life at the perfect moment, in all of your splendor, and took the poor boy by storm.

He had no clue how enthralled he would become with you, falling fast and hard, and yet, so securely.

You had brought such a sense of normalcy and tenderness back in his life, acclimating him to his new city in the most simple and still significant way.

He knew you had to be his.

He was over the moon when you accepted, regardless of the looming trip that was upcoming.

Now that you were his, he could have you whenever he wanted.

He basically hauled you to his car, your platforms dragging through the asphalt as your tiny steps attempted to keep up with his strides.

He knew that the next 20 minutes were going to be difficult.

He didn’t mind the roadie, even if he thought about flying you out while in the midst of it. The anticipation that had built up between you two excited him; but he knew that his patience had worn thin.

He couldn’t keep up the civilized act in the club, around the whole organization and teammates, let alone in this empty parking lot.

He knew that if he slowed down, or picked you up, or even glanced at you, that he was going to rip that tiny dress right off your body and take you right then and there.

So he kept his gaze stuck to his shoes as he hurried you through the night, opening the car door. with an excited giggle that he couldn’t contain as he peeked at you slipping in the seat.

“Jack, you’re so-“

“Shut up.” he interrupted you, his face changing shades as he shut the door swiftly.

It was bad enough that you heard him giggling like an idiot schoolboy; he didn’t need your chirping.

You got on the road quickly, Jack pushing down on the gas pedal harder than he should have as his speakers began playing, coincidentally, the sultriest playlist he had.

He inhaled sharply as the engine of his vehicle roared, giving his impatience away.

“You okay, babe?”you asked, peeking over at him with a smile.

It was almost adorable how hard he was trying to keep himself tamed.

“I can’t wait to get you in my sheets, Y/N.” He uttered, running his clammy hand through his thick locks.

You instinctively bit your lip in excitement, your body betraying you as you let a whimper out.

He tried to hide it, but you could see him smirk when he turned his head slightly towards his window.

“I, um, I can’t wait either.” You uttered.

As you looked around the slick interior of his sports car, the dark and empty road moving fast around you, you let your mind wander for a little too long.

Perhaps it was the drinks, or just him, but you turned yourself towards him, ending up with your knees on the seat and your elbows on the console.

The initial cheek kiss that you gave him made the both of you blush, his bashful eyes battering over at you slightly. But the more kisses you planted, the louder your humming against his chiseled jaw became, the thicker the air felt around you.

“Wh-, what are you doing?” He gulped.

“Am I distracting you, Jack?” You asked, unconsciously seductive.

“I don’t mind that it’s you distracting me…”

“Can you stay focused?” You continued, placing more kisses on his face, by his cheekbones and sideburns.

“…Yeah.” He responded after a couple of beats.

“You can?” you whispered into his skin, now lowering your lips against the back of his ear, his neck and collarbones.

“Mm, yes. I can.” he said, his low voice quivering.

“Right.” you said, your free hand slithering over onto his throbbing bulge, his cock pressing painfully against his fly.

Your skin absorbed the pulsations of his cock as you undid his pants, silky fingertips feeling the ridges of his member through his boxers.

“God, baby, you’re such a tease.” He quivered as you circled your nail around the wet spot that he was leaving on the fabric.

“I don’t have to be.”

Hastily, you moved your head down, letting his cock hit your face as you pulled the boxers away from him and his length into your throat immediately.

The car swerved slightly as a moan violently left Jack.

“Baby…?” you asked, batting your eyelashes up at him.

“I can do it, I can do it” he reiterated, not brave enough to face you. “Just took me by surprise, that’s all.”

You chuckled as you closed your mouth around him once again, swirling your tongue and mixing your spit with his salty precum, making out with the head of his cock, now bright red and palpitating.

“You’re a dream, you’re a fucking dream.” he moaned, the leather of the steering wheel creaking under his tightening grip, knuckles fading into a creamy white of frustration.

You took him deep again, choking on his girth as he hit the back of your throat. His hand flew into your hair as he praised you through gritted teeth, the way you were hollowing out your cheeks as you bobbed up and down had his muscles clenching involuntary.

“Fuck yeah, baby.” he groaned, still responsibly keeping his eyes on the street signs as began to unravel under you.

Muffled and choked moans were the only thing coming out of you, spit dripping down from your throat and seeping into his pubic hair, his balls, his clothes.

“Wait, wait, wait.” he said, pushing you off him a little too harshly. “Uh, you’re going to make me cum, baby.”

Jack made sure to wipe your bottom lip as you came up, the rough texture of his fingertips recoiling against your plump mouth. He did everything to stop his thumb from sneaking inside you, the vision of you sucking on his digits too much to take.

“We’re almost there, baby. Just a little more.” You whispered against his hand, rubbing his clenched arm. He couldn’t stay away from you, and you could see it was truly taking a toll on him.

All Jack could think about was touching you.

Evidently, he had more self control than you, but not by much. His eyes kept darting over to your legs, your skin tight dress having raised up just enough to have him twitching in anticipation.

It was becoming more unbearable to focus on the running pavement in front of him, the sounds of your heavy, exasperated breathing muffling the music.

“Fuck it.” he muttered. “Spread your legs, angel.”

You did as commanded, no reluctance, and watched his hand lower onto your heat right away.

“Holy fuck.”

He pulled your panties to the side, still as focused as he could be driving, and wasted no time in dipping his fingers inside your dripping pussy.

“God, baby.” He groaned, moving uncomfortably in his seat.

Jack’s eyes struggled to stay on the road, his light brown irises moving back and forth in pleasure. The more he played with you, the more he could feel you get wetter around his digits, his skin wrinkling as you soaked your desire within his touch.

All he wanted was to see you.

He didn’t want to be around anyone else.

He for sure didn’t want to be driving.

He had spent weeks away from you, dreaming about lowering his head in between your thighs so you could finally reveal the heaven he had fantasized about so much.

And now, he found himself painfully stuck feeling you only, piecing you together by touch only.

Running his fingertip up and down your folds, Jack felt every single inch and crevice of your cunt.

The warmth of you transpiring onto him as he rubbed your clit with his thumb, reaching his long fingers around to feel more of you.

He was able to mostly keep it together, puzzling you inside his mind as the sounds of your moaning made his skin raise into delicious goosebumps.

That’s what ultimately drove him mad.

He couldn’t bear to listen to you like this and not see it, not be closer to you and present.

“You’re making it so fucking hard to hold back.” He said, his jaw clenched. “Look how hard you’re making me.”

Your eyes darted over to him, his cock sitting up, dripping and making a mess over him. The sight made you twitch onto his fingers, calling for a moan out of you both.

Jack thought about it for two seconds, but seeing your hips grind on his fingers when he peeked over at you solidified it.

“Fuck this.” he said. “I’m pulling over.”

Thankfully, he was able to find a secluded spot quickly, his bicep visibly clenching through his dress shirt as he pulled on the parking break.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out.” he said, immediately turning to you and wrapping his hands around your cheeks, holding your face.

You both laughed as you ran to the backseat. It took no time for him to get settled, spreading his thighs in the middle seat as you straddled him at the same time.

Your hands ripped his button up open, revealing his flushed chest as he let your breasts trickle out of your dress, directly burying his face in them while you began to rub yourself up and down his shaft, circling your pelvis instinctively.

“You ready?” He asked as he came up for air, his grip tight on your hips, angling you above his leaking cock.

“I’ve been ready since I saw you hours ago.”

Jack threw his head back with a smile, the warm, golden light of love rushing through him at your words. He could see your illuminating smile fade into a gasp with him as you sunk down onto his cock.

The moment you two had been waiting so long for, yearning for weeks, and…

… it wasn’t enough.

As tight and overwhelmingly good it felt, Jack just felt the need for you increase.

He wanted, needed to move inside you.

He craved the waves of pleasure to thunder through your bodies, electricity jumping through his nervous system with arching hedonism.

Jack’s hands began to roam as you started to bounce on top of him, tearing your dress off in as many ways as he desperately could.

His extremities started tingling in pleasure as you kept moving, bouncing and grinding, letting your body seek out gratification and ecstasy on its own and driving him further and closer to his peak.

He was grabbing you perilously, as if he had never felt skin before, reaching for indulgence in every possible way.

“Jack, oh my god.”

The look of delirious pleasure, the way he was reaching for you, groaning and growling loudly, squeezing you a little too hard and even accidentally scratching at times, made you move faster. He was completely unhinged and primal, running his tongue up your neck, you tits as your nails trembled from gripping onto his thick shoulders so hard.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so close already.” He said against your arm, planting sloppy kisses in between words.

You were covered in each other, all around, making the windows fog.

The wheels of the car began to move just by the slight force of you riding him as he gave into his instincts and stated fucking back up into you, his cock reaching even deeper than before.

He could feel how gushy you were inside, your temperature heating him up and covering his twitching member in your desire. The louder he groaned and let go, the harsher he thrashed into your cunt, hitting the perfect spot to make you see stars.

“Jack, I’m, I’m-“ you warned him.

Jack felt your heels shake against his shin, as you started to lose control of your muscles at the edge of your orgasm.

“Don’t hold back, baby.” He coaxed, making sure he could see your clearly by holding your hair back.

“Cum all over me, fucking cover me in it, baby.” He said breathlessly. “Mark my car, my seats, I don’t give a fuck.”

His words made the floodgates open, a gush of syrupy cum ripping out of you with enough force to make you convulse in his lap, moaning as no one in the world would be able to hear you.

“Holy fucking-, you’re going to make me cum. Oh, baby.” He gulped in response, his eyes following your every expression.

The passion had built enough to release, becoming to powerful for either of you to take, as you came over each other. You gripped him hard, his hands clenching on your ruched up dress as he emptied his load inside you, audibly hyperventilating and growling deeply into your chest as you clutched his soft hair, coming down, shaking.

You both trembled for a while, quivering and wavering in each other’s arms as you let the chemicals run through your veins; only pulling back after a while, Jack staring up at you, dumbfounded.

“You’re an angel, I think.” He said, bringing you down to kiss him as you wiped the sweat beads off his forehead gently.

Hours could have passed before you decided to leave; keeping each other breathless as you sat together, his cock soaking the mixture of cum as you kept kissing, ending the night just how it had began, before you headed home to do it all over again.

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Extrication in G Major | Part Four

Extrication in G Major Masterlist

Summary: After a sweet morning with Jake, reality finds you at home that night and the consequences of your decision to stand up to Luca become abundantly clear.

Warnings: VIOLENCE – [Assault, Battery, Weapons], Serious Reader Injury, Blood, Wounds, Emergency Services, First Aid, Cliff Hanger, Mature/Explicit Themes [oral – m/f receiving, manual stimulation – m/f receiving, condoms, multiple orgasms, vaginal penetration] – 18+ Only.

Author’s Note: This part contains intense violence. If you are not comfortable taking on the warnings above, please stop reading once you reach the part where the reader is asleep at home in her apartment. I will add a sanitized recap at the beginning of Part Five.

Word Count: 4628

The watery grey of pre-dawn seeped through your eyelids, rousing you to consciousness. The heat of Jake’s body was pressed against your back, his arm slung around your hips holding him to you. At some point in the night, in a futile attempt to regulate your body temperature, you had slid you legs out from beneath the duvet to counteract the warmth he supplied.

He deep, soothing, rhythmic breaths nearly pulled you back under. Made your eyelids droop. But your body protested its need to visit the bathroom, making clear the real reason why you found yourself awake. Biting your lip to hone your focus, you carefully slid his arm from your body before slipping off the edge of the bed, creeping to the ensuite bathroom to resolve the issue that woke you before padding back into the room quietly. The sun was just beginning to work its way above the horizon behind the city skyline across the bay, giving advance warning of its arrival by drenching the clouds in hues of pink and red. Snagging the throw that had somehow, once again, found its way onto the area rug beneath the bed, you wrapped the woven fibres around the bare skin of your body before carefully unlocking the sliding door and stepping out onto the covered balcony to take in the sunrise in its full glory.

The bay was calm, the water almost as smooth as glass; reflecting the riot of colour playing out above, amplifying the spectacular beauty of the moment. A pair of strong arms suddenly slid around you from behind, making you gasp as you jumped slightly before you leaned back against Jake’s broad chest.

“Sorry Jake, I didn’t mean to wake you…” You whispered, feeling as though speaking any louder at that time of day would be utterly inappropriate.

“S’ok.” He mumbled into your shoulder sleepily. “You just looked so pretty out here I couldn’t help myself…” He yawned deeply and you bit your tongue to hold back a chuckle.

The pair of you stood in companionable silence, watching the sunrise, until his arms tightened around your waist a little.

“Darlin’, would you do something for me?” He asked softly, sounding notably more awake.

Turning in his arms to face him, you swallowed thickly to see that he had not bothered to cover his expanse of golden skin.

“Of course, Jake…” You murmured breathlessly, fingers tracing across his pectoral muscles absently, drawn to touch him by a force akin to magnetism.

His lips pulled up into a smirk as he watched you through his soft lashes, wetting his lips with his tongue.

“Would you play that song for me again?”

“Hmmm?” You looked up to him, confused, as you had played a great many of songs with him in the audience.

“The one where you sat my dumb ass down, darlin’, the first night we met…” He grinned knowingly and you could not help but laugh, pulling his lips to yours for a firm kiss.

“Sure…just let me get my cello.” Your lips brushed against his as you spoke, pressing another warm kiss to them before you stepped back to head inside.

You dropped the throw and dug through the pile of clothes, pulling on his boxers – your underwear truly was beyond use, and his black t-shirt before heading down the stairs to fetch your cello from the kitchen. The roses remained a supple red where they lay half in the sink and you smirked, pleased, before returning to the main suite to find him sitting on the end of the bed, still not bothering with clothing.

“Can I record you?” He asked, long fingers idly flipping his phone end-over-end as he watched you set up in the armchair in the corner of the room.

“Sure, just give me a moment to look over the score again, it’s been a bit…” You rifled around in inside pocket of your cello case, finding the paper score.

Humming along softly, you practiced the fingering against your thigh. You ran through it twice before you felt ready and looked to Jake.

“It might not be perfect…” You warned him as you took your position, nestling the cello between your knees.

“You’re perfect, darlin’…” He winked and your heart skittered against your ribs.

You took a deep, steadying breath before nodding to him to go ahead and press record. The rendition of Bach’s Cello Suite No.1 in G Major that you played that morning was different than the first time you had met. For one you were not furious at him. In fact, despite that rocky start, you had grown to care for him quite deeply. For another, you were also facing the consequences of your refusal to pay Luca’s latest bill. Your stubbornness in the moment had planted a seed of fear deep inside you which laced the overall melancholy of the melody with a frenetic energy. Your dynamic bowing had the generous neck of Jake’s t-shirt sliding off your right shoulder, but you did not even notice as you continued to play, lost in the song.

You stayed perfectly still as the last of the notes faded into the silence, waiting for him to confirm he had stopped recording.

“Stay right there, hold on.” He quickly stepped over to you and took your bow carefully putting it and your cello away, closing the case before inserting himself in the empty space between your legs, looking awfully pleased with himself. “Finally made it right where I wanted to be.” He crowed softly on his knees, and you rolled your eyes, pressing your lips to his to shut him up. “All seriousness though…” he panted against your lips, shaking his head. “…what is a talented woman like you doing wasting her time in San Diego?” The sea glass green of his eyes flicked to yours, making the muscles of your throat constrict roughly.

“Got tired of the cold and grey…wanted sun and sand…Plus if I knew they made them as pretty as you out here I would have come a lot sooner…” You slid your hands into his hair and arched down to kiss him deeply, hoping to erase that train of thought as you licked along his tongue.

He grunted into your mouth hungrily, fingers digging into the fabric of his boxers on your hips, tugging on them insistently until you lifted off the chair. He pulled them down your legs, hooking your knees over his shoulders before latching his mouth onto your inner thigh. You whimpered as he sucked the tender flesh between his teeth, planting your hands on the arms of the chair, unable to look away as his eyes bore into yours from below.

His progress towards the apex of your thighs was slow, methodical, and he left a trail of marks along the inside of each of your trembling legs along the way. By the time his heated breath at last brushed against your folds you were swollen and dripping with want, your clit peeking out from beneath its protective hood. Jake sank lower onto the floor, seeming to melt at the sight of you, before dragging his tongue through the glistening slick his actions had created.

“Jake!” You gasped out raggedly, fingers scratching at the rough weave of the linen chair, making an audible noise beneath your nails.

Humming against you in mock sympathy, his fingers shifted to spread your folds, exposing your clit to the teasing tip of his tongue. You slumped back in the chair, the last vestiges of your proper cellist’s pose lost with a ragged exhale as one hand threaded through his hair eagerly. Sealing his mouth around your clit, he began to suck rhythmically, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves while applying gentle pressure on the top of your mound. You moaned richly and bucked towards his mouth, ankles locking behind his neck to hold him in place greedily.

“That feel good, darlin’?” He panted cockily against you, making you tremble and whimper eagerly.

“Yes please, Jake, yes…” You babbled and tugged at his hair pleadingly as he chuckled but promptly obliged, mouth returning to your clit to resume his persistent torture as the index finger of his other hand circled your entrance before sinking into your warmth, promptly hooking forward to seek that spongey spot he had so triumphantly located last night in the kitchen.

“Oh fuck!” You howled, hips surging forward and thighs pressing against his cheeks recklessly as his targeting was successful, trembling violently as his throaty chuckle vibrated through your body.

Seemingly undeterred by basic needs such as oxygen, Jake added his middle finger to the effort, thoroughly focused on providing relentless and steady stimulation that was gradually turning your peripheral vision hazy. Each of his actions were ratcheting the tension tighter and tighter in your lower abdomen, your toes curled rigidly behind his head as your chest heaved, each exhale a stream of keens and pleas until your orgasm shattered over you in a blinding white light.

Awareness returned with the sensation of Jake pressing generous, wet kisses to the insides of your still-trembling thighs and you smiled down at him adoringly.

“Mmm get up here, pretty boy I wanna kiss you…” You sighed, untangling your legs from around his shoulders.

He obliged promptly, but not without a self-satisfied chuckle against your lips. You raked your fingers through his hair, planting your feet on the floor as you kissed him deeply, the tang of your release against his lips only making you press closer to him. You could feel the needy length of him pressed between your bodies and it was your turn to hum in mock sympathy.

“Want some help with that, pretty boy?” You licked your lips as you pulled back to drink in the intoxicating green of his eyes, the long-healed scar on his left cheek, his kiss-swollen lips.

“Pretty please, darlin’?” He smirked, the expression ripped off his face as your fingers wrapped around his cock, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as his eyebrows knit up together in pleasure.

You marveled at the velvety soft feel of his skin, contrasted by the firmness of his arousal. Your thumb caressed tip of him before you began to slide your fist along his length, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and down the corded muscles of his neck.

“You’ve been so generous Jake…” You murmured warmly and you felt him swallow viciously beneath your lips. “So, tell me…what can I do for you…” You ran your teeth along the hinge of his jaw before following it with a swipe of your tongue, enjoying the way his breath hitched in his throat.

He groaned softly in response, lost in the feel of your hand stroking along him, until you halted your movements and pulled back to look at him expectantly. His eyes fluttered open, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Ride me.” His voice was hoarse with arousal, deeper than usual, and combined with his statement made you clench around nothing.

“You want me to ride you?” You confirmed breathily and he groaned, lips crashing into yours hungrily. “Bed?” You gasped out when he finally gave you the opportunity to breathe and he lifted you up, quickly covering the distance across his bedroom to lay on his bed, sitting you on his abdomen as he settled back on the pillows.

You leaned over to reach into the drawer he had retrieved the condom from the night before, grabbing a foil packet and shifting down to sit on his thighs. Unable to resist, you shimmied down onto your stomach, licking at the length of him a few times before carefully unrolling the latex over his cock. Raising up once more, you slid one arm from his t-shirt, intending to remove the garment entirely but he shook his head quickly.

“Leave it on…like my clothes on you…” He croaked and you licked your lips with a nod, opting to leave the one arm free, your breasts peeking out from beneath the folds of fabric across your chest.

Taking his cock in hand, you shifted forward, pressing the tip of him to your entrance before slowly sinking down. You let gravity fill you inch by inch until your pelvis sat snug atop his, chest heaving as your fingers dug into the hollows of his abdominal muscles.

“Christ darlin’ you fit so snug around me…” Jake panted from below you, voice filled with wonderment as his hands caressed your thighs.

Rocking forward at first, grinding your clit into the neatly trimmed hair at the base of his cock, you moaned raggedly, driven to work your thigh muscles to rise up his length only to sink back down, eager to be full of him again. The temptation to clench your eyes shut was great, but you fought against it, wanting to memorize the way Jake’s jaw clenched each time you ground against his hips, the way his eyebrows rose along with your hips, the glassy quality of his eyes as they stared up at you. Your earlier wardrobe choice was rewarded when his hands slid up to cup your easily accessible breasts, his scorching palms kneading at your sensitive flesh, making you flutter around him and drawing a hiss from behind his teeth.

A sheen of sweat covered your body from the effort and Jake courteously planted his feet, offering his thighs for you to lean back against. The new angle had the head of his cock dragging along the front wall of your cunt, making you whimper obscenely, your arousal drenching his pelvis. You gripped his forearms, desperate for an anchor to keep to tied to this plane and keep moving, wanting so very much to make him cum.

“Don’t you dare fight it…” He growled, bucking up against you sharply, making your mouth fall open. “I wanna feel that pretty pussy squeeze me so tight I can’t breathe, darlin’.” He shifted slightly to begin thrusting up against you in earnest, making your head loll back between your shoulders as you wailed nonsensically with each collision of his hips against yours.

“Jake! Ahn! Oh fuck!”

He only grunted in reply, his hold on your breasts firm as he maintained his punishing rhythm, driving the air from your body. Your nails dug into the skin of his arms as his relentless thrusts flung you into release, leaving a matching set of crescent moon shapes in his flesh as you spasmed around his cock ruthlessly. You were vaguely aware of his anguished moan, the haphazard pace he set as he chased his own orgasm as you slumped forward onto his chest bonelessly. His arms wrapped around you, holding you to him so very tightly as he arched from the bed, spilling his release into the protective layer of the condom as he groaned hungrily.

You woke him gently several hours later when the sun was much higher in the sky, pressing gentle kisses across his cheeks and brow. “Jake…” You called warmly, smile widening as his eyelashes fluttered before flitting open to reveal bleary eyes. “Hey…I have to go. I’m waking you up so you don’t think I left without saying goodbye, ok?” You kissed him softly.

“But it’s Sunday….” He muttered bitterly, trying to pull you back into bed, fingers pulling at the clothing he found covering your body.

“I know, the whole orchestra was sure to express their displeasure at the admin arranging headshots for today, but we have no choice. So, I have to go get my hair done and then my make up and yeah…it’s going to take all afternoon. So please relax and enjoy your day off, ok?” You smoothed his hair lovingly, grinning as he nodded. “Is it ok if I leave my cello here? I’ll come get it tomorrow…we’ll have dinner…”

He nodded quickly, swiping his thumb along your bottom lip. “Sounds perfect, darlin’. See you tomorrow.”

Your eyes traced over the features of his face once more, tucking them into the corner of your heart for safe keeping before you leaned in to kiss him deeply, savouring the taste of his mouth.

“Oh…and Jake?” You whispered. “I stole your underwear in payment for the ruined ones.”

“Oh fuck…” He groaned, trying to grab your hips but you were already too far away, walking backwards out the door. You gave him one last wave before heading downstairs to grab your re-wrapped roses and outside to your waiting ride share.

You were asleep in your bed, headshots on file with the program pamphlet designers, makeup washed off, roses proudly on display on your kitchen room table in the worn plastic jug, when you heard the crack of the door as it gave way under the force of a crowbar. The chain was easily ripped from the wall, apparently having not been installed effectively, and the chair you had propped under the doorknob proved ineffective as well. You had come home, knowing that you could not hide at Jake’s house forever. Naively hoping to prevent his entanglement in your father’s failings. The invasion of your apartment was startling but no surprise.

Luca was on you immediately, hauling you from the bed, slamming you down into the chair at the head the kitchen table once he had pulled it out and turned it forty-five degrees.

“Oh, sorry kid, did we wake you?” He sneered inches from your face and your eyes snapped to the doorway to see he had brought a friend – a broad, looming figure you did not recognize.

The unknown man ambled through the apartment, somehow making the one room space feel even smaller, to lay the crowbar, a hammer, and a hunting knife on the table beside you.

“Now. We didn’t get to finish our conversation the other day. I believe we were discussing the consequences” his eyes drifted meaningfully to the tools on the tabletop, “of your refusal to cover your father’s debt.”

His breath was acrid, reeking of tobacco and vodka, burning your nostrils and making your eyes water. You tried to turn your head to the side, but he gripped your chin painfully, forcing you to look at him.

“This is your olive branch.” He spat angrily, sweeping the jug of roses to the floor carelessly. “Your last fucking chance, kid. I would smarten up if I were you…Otherwise Rodney will convince you.”

“I don’t have it.” You ground out stubbornly, trying to ignore the growing ache in your jaw.

He sighed heavily and shoved your head back, letting your neck jerk painfully as he released your jaw suddenly. He nodded to Rodney who performed a ruthless search of the apartment, upending everything in search of items of value. Finding nothing, even the screen of your phone, charging at the table was filled with cracks, the men switched places. Luca moved to stand by the ruined door, holding it shut as Rodney stepped closer and immediately backhanded you, snapping your head in the other direction. The force of the blow nearly pulled you off the chair and flooded your mouth with the metallic taste of blood.

“Pay.” He grunted in a non-descript accent and you glared up at him silently, feeling dampness dripping down your chin and onto your tank top.

The next blow was to your stomach and had you doubling over, wheezing and fighting back a wave of nausea. You nearly slid forward from the chair, but Rodney ‘helpfully’ shoved you back into place, the rungs of the chair biting into your shoulder blades, before he repeated his one-word command.

“I…can’t…” You heaved out, knowing it made no difference to them, but it was still the truth.

There was a moment of silence, a look exchanged between Rodney and Luca, before the larger man in front of you grabbed the inside of your left forearm and slammed the back of your hand into the table. Your eyes widened and a whimper involuntarily shot from your mouth as blows to your body were one thing but your hands…

“Not so brave now, hmmm…” Luca taunted from across the room, and you clenched your eyes shut, pressing your lips together lest some impossible promise fly from them to try and protect your precious hands.

The cold bite of the hunting knife carving into the flesh of your palm had you screaming behind your sealed lips, eyes flashing open to see Rodney had fashioned a crude ‘x’ there.

“Pay.” He grunted a third time and the glare you delivered this time in response was weakened by the tears brimming in your eyes and the quivering in your limbs. He sneered down at you. “X marks the spot, bitch.”

“Rodney wai –” Luca’s rushed order was cut off as the larger man drove the blade through the centre of the mark in your palm, ripping a shriek of pain from your chest.

Your entire being reacted in self-defence, head snapping forward to slam against his while your free hand reached out to claw at any exposed flesh you could reach. Your feet pedaled against his legs, kicking at his knees. His rage erupted in a string of curses and his meaty hand gripped your neck painfully, slamming you back into chair.

“You motherfucking whore, you’ll pay for that!” He snarled and grabbed the hammer, aiming for the handle of the knife still embedded in your palm and struck the end of powerfully, driving the blade through your appendage and into the wood of the tabletop.

Your wail of agony was smothered by his heavy palm, which had recently abandoned your throat, before you began to shake uncontrollably, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of your ruined hand.

“Jesus fucking Christ Rodney…” Luca hissed, grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt, slapping a business card onto the table. “Give me a call when you’re ready, kid.” He snapped before hauling the man from the apartment, ranting at him that you could not make them any money with a fucked-up hand and that this was why Stefano never let him do anything.

The door to your apartment wavered in the slight breeze, the latch broken – likely to never function again. Warm liquid dripped from the underside from your worn kitchen table, bearing the scars of your childhood and its journey across the country in the back of a U-Haul. The droplets hit the linoleum tile with a soft pat, pat at first, before enough of them accumulated to change the sound to a sharper plink, plink.

Your eyes scanned over the hunting knife driven through your ruined hand and into the wood of the tabletop, the blood pooling in your palm.

That was that then. There would be no coming back from this, you reasoned. Music had been the driving force, and only constant, of your entire life. With two rage-filled hammer blows that goon had taken it away from you. You could feel yourself growing colder, feel the strength ebbing from your body. The sultry temptation to just go to sleep licked at your consciousness. Just let the struggle end. As your eyes fell shut, however, the image of a bleary-eyed, freshly wakened, blonde, Texan, pretty boy flooded your mind and made you inhale sharply.

Because you had more than just music in your life. And if you gave up now, Jake would be so very disappointed in you. As the bitter taste of fear belatedly flooded your mouth, panic setting in at the gravity of your situation, the fingers of your free hand were reaching for your phone, fumbling across the fractured screen to call Lieutenant Commander Jacob Seresin of their own volition. You barely had time to register that you had called him before the line started ringing. The jolt of adrenaline started your right knee bouncing and you irritably swiped at a stream of warm liquid trying to invade the vision of your left eye.

A groggy voice came on the line midway through the fourth ring and you barely let him get out his garbled greeting before you interjected firmly –

“Jake…!” Your tone was filled with naked fear, causing a similar reaction that memory of his face had stirred in you, a sharp inhale sounding over the line.

“Where are you?” He replied, sounding completely alert.

You could hear the rustle of his bedding, the jangle of his belt, the thump of his feet on the stairs, and the door of his truck opening and closing.

“My apartment….at the table…” You clarified as though it was not a one-room studio.

The ignition roared to life, and you heard the tires squeal a little in protest as he pulled out of the garage, relief flooding your veins as you could hear him coming to you.

“Door’s open…. And…Jake? No…cops, ok?” Your voice was shaky and hollow as you were finding it harder to hold your head up.

“Stay on the phone with me, darlin’” He barked out sharply, the engine of his truck thrumming angrily in the background as he pressed the pedal down aggressively, forcing the vehicle to speed up.

“Jake I’m tired…it’s cold…” You whined, the shock starting to wear off and pain beginning to gnaw at various points on your body – most notably your hand.

“You stay awake!” He shouted your name, and you jerked up, startled by the volume and intensity of it, looking around your apartment in dazed confusion.

“I’m awake…” You slurred in protest, head snapping to the door as he burst in, panting from his sprint up the stairs.

“Oh darlin’…” He whispered under his breath, easily stepping over the mess Luca and Rodney had left in their wake, hurrying to your side and looking over your face with a deep frown.

His eyes drifted to the tabletop, to your hand, and he swore viciously. He ended the call with your phone and quickly placed another on speaker phone, asking emergency services for an ambulance, pressing a finger to your lips when you started to protest.

“Just paramedics, I promise…” He shushed, setting his phone on your lap, before laying his forearm down the front of his thigh, unbuckling his belt and gripping the buckle, swiftly pulling it over his arm and out of the loops. You blinked sluggishly, the effectiveness of his movements would have, in any other setting, deeply affected you.

All the while, he was authoritatively discussing your situation with the dispatcher on the line, and you were stunned to learn you had a gash on your eyebrow, a split lip, and marks around your throat. You had been so focused on your hand…The painful pinch of the leather of his belt around your forearm cutting off the blood supply to your hand interrupted your thoughts and made you howl. You tried to squirm away, still very much in fight or flight.

“I’m so sorry darlin’, I’m so sorry I just have to stop the bleeding, alright?” He kept his grip firm on the makeshift tourniquet while wrapping his other arm around yours as he knelt down in front of you, threading his fingers through yours.

You gripped them tightly, leaning into the warmth of his body trying to steal every bit of his heat. The sound of sirens started out as distant, steadily growing closer.

“They found me…” You whispered tearfully against his shoulder. “Jake how did they find me so fast…I thought I’d have more time…how did he rack up debts again so fast…Oh I’m so sorry I was so selfish and I…”

“Shhhh easy darlin’, I’ve got you alright?” He soothed gently, interrupting your rambling, his own voice sounding more than a little shattered by emotion. “Help is coming. They’re almost here…”

Read Part Five

Extrication in G Major Masterlist

Credit: The San Diego Union-Tribune

Tag List: @mizzzpink

#jake hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #hangman x you #hangman smut #hangman angst #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfiction #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #jake hangman x you #jake hangman imagine #jake hangman fic #top gun imagine

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hesterias · 8 months

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I don’t even know where to begin with tonight. I told myself I wasn’t gonna go on and write a post, but I’ve had one of the best nights of my life and if I don’t articulate it, I may actually explode. We started queueing for GA floor at around 1:30pm and there were about 450 people in front of us, so I thought there was no way we would get to be in the front. Well, fast forward to 8pm and we were third row. We just booked it as soon as doors opened, and it was the best decision. The monkeys were so close 🥹

Fontaines DC opened and god, what an amazing show they put on. Such energy. Loved them. (I didn’t capture any videos or pictures of that, but I did capture Davey!)

Then the monkeys came on with Sculptures and it was truly BEAUTIFUL. Surreal. Alex, glorious motherfucker he is, started singing and I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts. The whole venue was deafening with how many people were screaming. That song live is… gorgeous. It was like being in a film, and for a second, I truly thought 007 himself was gonna burst through the ceiling to save us all, and from somewhere a director was gonna yell “cut.”

Here’s a photo taken during Brainstorm (could literally smell him he was so close):

They played Crying Lightning, Fireside, and TBHC back to back and I could feel my soul elevating. The three songs I was hoping they’d play but never thought they would in one single gig, much less one after the other. My voice was already gone at this point, I was insane.

Loved the stage colors during TBHC 😍

Arabella was amazing live. Alex even pointed to his little boots while he sang she’s got some interstellar gator skin boots, what a precious babe. Will attach video in a separate post. I wish Tumblr let me attach multiple videos in one post.

Someone brought a Dr. Simi dressed as a 🪩 and threw it at Alex during TBBAM 😭🤣 Iconic.

But my favorite part of the night has to be during IBYLGOTDF 😭 Alex was singing and made eye contact with me at one point, and my high 🚬 ass pointed at him as I sang 🫵🏼 I bet YOU look good on the dance floor 🫵🏼 and then he pointed back at me and scrunched his face in a playful 😠 way while singing, and then I mouthed oh OKAY 🤔🤨🫵🏼 and he nodded his head and mouthed yeah, yeah 🧐🫱🏻 or something like that. Dork, I truly had no fucking clue what that was about but I believe we came to a mutual neuro understanding 🤣 Apparently I have game when I’m high. Or delusion. Or both. Wish I had a video of that!

Oh and he dedicated DIWK to Amelia 🥺❤️

Ooof. Still riding that high, the whole day was spectacular. Brought my dad with me cause he’s a big AM fan and we’d never gone to a concert together, so it was truly special. They sound amazing. Alex looks even more ethereal in person, which I’m not surprised about. Babygirl is gorgeous. Anyway, life = made 🐒

#arctic monkeys #the car tour #the car tour los angeles #kia forum #la night 2 #mine

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Common Ground (1/3)

Pairing(s): Idia Shroud/Reader

Warning(s): Reader is g/n, reader uses (they/them) pronouns

a/n: If you thought the last story felt rushed, you're not gonna believe this...

Idia loved his younger brother to pieces. Often, he regrets how much he does, as he'd do anything for him. So when Ortho burst through his door one day after school,

"Brother! Brother! I made a new friend!"

He knew he was in trouble.

"That's great Ortho," he said, his headphones still on one ear.

"They're so awesome and friendly!" Ortho beamed.

"That's cool Ortho."

"I invited them over today to 'hang out'!"

"YOU WHAT!?" He nearly yelled, his headphones were fully off and he was now very attentive to what his little brother was saying.

"I invited them over today," He said, not picking up a hint of dissatisfaction from his brother, "they informed me they wanted to meet you so we could play together!" He said with his childlike innocence shining through extraordinarily.

"Ortho! You know how I feel about people! Do I even know this person? What if they don't like me because I'm such an S-tier NEET. No, not just S-tier! We're talking UR+ weird! What-"

Idia's rambling was interrupted by a knock on his door, and Ortho quickly floating over to open it. Seeing no way out of his situation, Idia quickly headed for his closet. He soon found himself too big to fit, and too little space inside.

"(Y/n)!"

"Ortho!...Idia?"

Yeah, he was really regretting giving in to his brother all the time. This was one of the worst situations possible. Ortho hadn't befriended just anyone, he'd befriended you. The prefect from ramshackle. The perfect prefect from ramshackle

He could feel his face getting hotter than his hair, and his PC, which was still on the game he was playing.

To save him from embarrassing himself further, and to break the awkward silence, you turned your gaze to the computer. Your eyes lit up in recognition of the character on the screen.

"Wow! Is that The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl: The Game? I didn't pre-register so I haven't heard much from it. It's it good? Does it do Ruri-chan her 'Sparkling justice?'" You struck a pose to match your words. Idia instinctually turned around faster than you could see, to match the reference you'd made.

"'The center of justice that is pierced by love!'" Idia started,

"'Magical Ruri Hana!" You both finished, striking matching poses. You burst out into a fit of giggles, and Idia immediately regresses into himself. He can't believe he did something so embarrassing, and out of instinct too. More are equally important, he heard another voice start giggling.

"Wow! That was truly spectacular from both of you! You were completely synced!" Ortho cheered as he clapped, a scrapping metal sound coming from his hands.

"Thanks, Ortho!" You accepted his praise happily, you looked over by his closet to see Idia resting his head on it, likely wishing he'd just disappeared already.

There was a silence that didn't seem to be broken soon. You didn't know what more common ground you had than one game, and you were sure Idia wouldn't do anything to quell it, so you-

"Do you want...to play?" Idia mumbled. You barely heard him, had he not been one of two people in the room you were focusing on, you wouldn't have heard him.

"Y-Yeah, I haven't gotten a chance to. Grim dumped all our assignments on me so I haven't had time to myself recently."

'I always have time to myself' Idia thought. He shuffled to pull up a chair next to his computer as he sat in his gamer chair. He saved his progress and quit the game, opening a new save file for you. The title screen flashed on his computer, and you started humming the theme song. Idia hummed, softly, with you, while Ortho used his voicebox.

He took one look at you and Idia both at his computer and opted to quietly exit the room.

#twisted wonderland #idia shroud #idia x reader #idia x y/n #twst idia

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ay0nha · 10 months

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Love is a Losing Game | Remus Lupin

SUMMARY: Remus held your glare with softness. Its intent wasn’t to make you squirm, but it had. You wanted to fight, a reason to retaliate. But Remus knew you well, understood you still, and knew what it meant to distance yourself with well-earned vexation.

Every lie we tell incurs a debt to the truth. Sooner or later, that debt is paid

PAIRING: Remus Lupin x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 2K

WARNINGS: semi-enemies-to-lovers, semi-forced proximity, morally grey reader, mutual pining, slow burn, adult Remus, drinking, swearing, canon-typical things, etc.

A/N: Oop, not me using another Amy Winehouse song as a title. Anyways, Remus has been On My Mind. I wanted angst and this is where I ended up. Enjoy.

TAGS: @kalllistos @sp1rit-realm

“Answer the question.”

The brief and concise statement thrown at you mimicked the ones prior. Your reluctance to answer was anticipated; everyone seated before the Wizengamot reacted similarly. But the jury surrounding you didn’t have the same empathy for you.

“The answer is obvious, isn’t it?” You were oddly relaxed in the stiff wooden seat. The eyes on you hadn’t made you nervous but rather energized your subtle rage. “Or is our system that dull? Have you truly failed to see who is behind this?”

“Be mindful; your responses have repercussions.” The interrogator warned. His position saved you from a scornful vote against your innocence. Yet, those who looked on weren’t too far off. “Were you or were you not in possession of a time-turner?”

Of course, I was, you thought. The framing of your trial was spectacular. All evidence was vindictive, and the story was so perfectly skewed there was no way to worm your way out. Your fate was already sealed.

“You lot ask the wrong questions.” Your laugh was bitter.

“Your admission. Only.” His patience was running thin, his politeness only formality as his tone opposed it entirely.

The truth was a volatile thing. Children were taught that it was essential in life, valued so highly that corrupt justice could manipulate it so finely that you almost believed it yourself. Lying, therefore, became a habit. It came naturally as if second-hand nature.

The twitch of your lip was poisonous. “Guilty.”

The crowd murmured at your feigned candor. The whispers were silly, as anonymity never existed for those wearing plum-colored robes. Every face was bared, burned into your memory by resentment.

—

It happened more often than you liked—where your breath drew in tightly, and your eyes shot open as if searching your environment for more air. The air always felt stolen. At times, it was.

Rarely did it happen when it was still light out. It was a mistake to fall asleep so openly.

“You alright?” Remus perked from his book, cautious enough not to cause a scene but aware enough to know you weren’t. His attentiveness made you nauseous.

Ignoring him no longer led to guilt. You viewed it as self-preservation. It was the only selfish act you could take in your condition. You’d be stupid not to exercise your only right.

Pushing yourself from the loveseat, you noticed how the fire had grown from the small ember you started. The cold was getting to you only due to how well-suited Remus seemed for it. His home was characteristically quaint, more inviting than you could ever be.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, but fate was never on your side.

“Is it the same dream?” Remus pushed lightly. His attempts at your vulnerability were in vain. It had been weeks, and you’d yet to budge.

You pulled your neck until it popped. You didn’t speak until there weren’t any more joints left to crack. “You know, Lupin…” You were setting him up for failure. “...You consider us the same…”

Remus’ mannerisms were predictable; they suited him well. They were an extension of his character that only caused a chain reaction in you, with his middle finger covering his lip to hide his growing smile, his pointer, and thumb balanced on his jaw and chin.

Even he looked inviting.

Remus’ posture shifted, placing the book beside him with no need of a bookmark as the pages frayed with favoritism. Your fingers twitched with curiosity to trace every word as if it were an exploration of his mind. Yet, you were far too preoccupied with his smirk, ready to welcome a challenge.

“I’ll bite.” His tongue had been sharpened since you were children. You were cut from the same cloth.

“The skeletons in our closest are almost—” Maybe your exhaustion had caught up to you, jumbling your words that they didn’t even make sense to you. “—interchangeable. Sure.”

Remus hummed, wholly amused by your shrug.

“Yet, there’s something that is distinct, something you conveniently overlook.” You matched his hum, the miming childish but necessary for the pageant you created.

Amusement shifted to confusion. Perhaps it was your newfound voice or the pent-up anger that came with it. It was calculated and wild.

“Remus J. Lupin, the reluctant hero…” You tutted with tender sarcasm. A hand rest above your heart, the same way the elderly read the headline that exploited your name, “...how kind of you to pity a recluse like me… if only you could show me the way…”

“You ridicule empathy as if—

“Empathy—” The word was sharp, foreign on your tongue. “Empathy will get you killed.”

Remus held your glare with softness. Its intent wasn’t to make you squirm, but it had. You wanted to fight, a reason to retaliate. But Remus knew you well, understood you still, and knew what it meant to distance yourself with well-earned vexation.

Therefore, he moved slowly. The book returned to its place in his makeshift library. The fire was tended to with a quick glance. Remus stood beside you, not close enough to inflict discomfort but near enough for you to hear how his softness permeated through into words.

“Then, I am a dead man walking.”

—

Your dreams—nightmares—always stopped before your sentencing—when Dumbledore was called as the final witness. Your verdict was felt as you were hoisted from your seat, dragged through a crowd that believed you were let off too easily, another questioning attribute of Dumbledore’s sanity.

Procure her wand. Dumbledore shrugged, appealing to half the court. Even then, you droned out the conversation knowing how he was skilled at manipulating a room with innate cheekiness.

However, you were drained, any resistance becoming a luxury. Your wand was snapped before a cheering crowd; your mind went blank in reaction to the resonation. You were no longer your own; that much you took away.

There forward, the memory continued hazily; the only evidence of consciousness was the photo before you. Taunting you.

The flash made you squint, distorting your frown into a grimace. It was unflattering, as were all of the Daily Prophet photos. Your hands were preoccupied, one finding solace on your necklace, a nervous habit you never tried to shake—never truly noticed until Remus had.

The other, reaching forward with an instinctual drive. The repetition of the photo missed the moment of impact. But you recognized the hand reaching back for yours, the littering of scars a sincere giveaway. Dumbledore invited him, knowing you would never ask Remus to be there yourself.

If you stared long enough, you swore you remembered how the connection led you to safety.

The consequence of the memory always led to liquor. Remus knew about your small stockpile but never addressed it. He learned you favored wine. Although what you procured was cheap, its tangy sweetness invited mischief and mended the faint heartache. It was a dangerous game to play with the soft jazz that wafted from downstairs.

You caught yourself humming; the tune played so frequently that you caught on. It was a reliable tune. Attached was a perfected image; Remus fighting sleep with a dwindling cigarette sucked on every offbeat.

Just as imagined, Remus’ head rested back, eyes closed. His wrist was limp on the arm of the couch, cigarette dangling dangerously close to the fabric. Beside him was the script-filled letter he’d only just put down that you’d already memorized.

“What did he want?” Your voice covered the distance as you weren’t yet ready to inch forward. Remus heard the groan of the old stairs as you snuck down. You rarely left your room once the sun set, but you’d excuse your presence for a search of warmth.

It was endearing the way Remus’ head lulled to meet your eye. “You’ve already read it.”

“Professor Lupin.” You teased. Your intoxication compelled you. “Sounds nice.”

“You’re making me blush.” His words were muffled with another drag. The smoke framed his face, drawing you in. He didn’t smoke often, so you knew nerves formed the habit.

“You’ll do well.” Your kindness was premeditated. Although you blocked the guilt, your subconscious couldn’t. And now words tumbled from your mouth, slurring just barely. “Be careful.”

“I’m sure I’ll manage ten-year-olds.” He eyed you as you moved to sit across from him. He took your uncharacteristic chattiness in stride.

You shook your head, revealing the concern that etched your features, “You know that’s not what I mean.”

The fire crackling filled the lull. The house felt different the past few days. It was obvious what rippled through the air. It caused panic in every household. Every outlet in every house was filled with the news.

Black still at large

Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today.

Black is mad. He's a danger to anyone who crosses him, magic or Muggle.

Have you seen this wizard?

Remus appreciated the opportunity you provided him to dismiss your comment with another.

“I’m going to throw a party while you're gone. Really wreck the place.”

His eyes crinkled with light laughter. It bubbled at your teasing. It made you shy, like you’d said something wrong, gone too far, and lost your defensive bravado.

“C’mere.” Remus beckoned you. His eyes tracked you carefully as you stood again. Your lack of hostility felt refreshing, but your steps forward gave away your stupor. But you were intentional, bumping your knee against his.

With the barely-there tangling of limbs, you plucked the cigarette balanced on his lips. The smoke reached deep within your lungs, eliciting a soothing cough. “Never was one for these.”

Remus’ arm grazed past you, fabric provoking friction as he reached for the letter. His body moved with an ache that he couldn’t seem to shake. You noticed it in all his actions; even small movements reminded him of his burden. You restrained yourself from reaching out to support the weight that ought to be off his left side. He managed, but it wasn't enough.

“Go on, hold it out…” He nodded to the impending roach, letter still in hand. Remus was being gentle purposefully. It functioned to ease you into what you were about to uncover. “...look closely.”

You expected him to reclaim his cigarette and tease you about a habit you could never pick up like he had. Your mind wandered briefly, reminiscing on shared teenage innocence, but the thought was interrupted.

The parchment was enchanted, revealing its true contents. It was a novice spell, one that was often times forgotten. To reveal it, one had to warm the paper, and the cinder of the cigarette did just that.

Letter by letter, the hidden message reflected your name. Dumbledore was clever enough to foresee your snooping.

Your arrival will mean so much more than you know.

You should have seen it coming. It was a natural progression due to Sirius roaming. The movement was enough to bleed into the muggle world. It was imperative that Remus would respond, motivating him and the dementors attached.

Everything had a magnetism, pulling you in out of necessity.

“Naturally.” You flicked the remnants of the cigarette into the fireplace. The letter followed. Warmth spread through your limbs, an anger that you had almost forgotten. You went to distance yourself again.

“It’s for the best.” There was candor to Remus’ comment. It was a part of your stipulation, another idea introduced by your former headmaster.

Remus was responsible for you, there to supervise your lack of magic. Where he went, you did. Otherwise, you would have carved a space for yourself in Azkaban. You’d never admit it, but some days you questioned if you’d be better off with the solitude of a cell.

Regardless, eyes were on you.

Your frown ticked, “I never liked children.”

“They’re harmless.” Remus tried to reassure you. You knew he’d do well; there weren’t many things that he didn’t have a natural aptitude for. If he had, you were the obstacle.

“Is that what we were?” You hummed with a bite. “Harmless?”

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Track One of SSplague’s Super Psycho smut and song fic spectacular

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Warnings: Stalkerish/Aggressive behavior, mentions of abusive family, radicalized religion, Vampire AU, blood, blood sucking, virginity loss, slight blood play, degradation, chains, SEX, Let me know if I missed any!

“Some people call it a one night stand but we can call it paradise”

🌃. You saw me standing by the wall, 🚏 Corner of a Main Street & the lights 🚥 were flashing on your window sill 🪟 all alone ain’t much fun 🪩 so you’re looking for a thrill 🪞 and you know just what it takes 🫦 and where to go

It was with apprehension you reorganized your vanity after deeming your face fit enough to withstand a night out. You’d become something of a recluse over the last few months, and when anyone asked why they never got a straight answer. You’d rather not tarnish your reputation by admitting the truth behind the matter, deeming it better to keep your lips sealed and replaying the truth late at night while you lay awake in bed. Secret to remain hidden between clenched thighs and twitching hands that were desperate to wander.

You had been naïve, going out on the town all alone, but you hadn’t known any better. Having grown up in some small town in the Bible Belt.

You ran off to your freedom under the cover of night with two strange young women who had been camping in the woods near your home for a week. You happened upon them by chance as you’d slipped into the woods to avoid the preacher’s son. The “godly” young man who’s wandering eyes seemed to always linger on and outline your figure these days. After introducing yourself to the duo, the two had provided a listening ear to your tales of woe. Once you’d finished, they began to share stories from their lives back home, the tales that would be normal to anyone else were riveting to you. You visited their camp every day after that, and when they offered you the chance to return with them you took it. Your heart pounded in your chest as you rode away in the back of that jeep, there truly was more to life than fire, brimstone, abstinence, womanly duties, & utter misery.

Stealing another glance at yourself in the mirror you wondered if this was really a good idea? Luck had been on your side last time, but what if this time luck wasn’t enough? All you could remeber clearly were piercing red eyes, and the way he made you feel that night. Feelings so strong that you still felt echoes of pleasure, and mixed emotions half a year later.

You glance out your dingy window to survey the streets below, the tingle on your skin serving as an inkling that someone’s eyes had been on you.

It was just a trick of the light that had a lone figure smoking a cigarette appear to have that same flash of ash blonde hair that comes and goes within the reel of memories from that night.

This night was different than that one, you aren’t going out with something to prove, with someone to defy. It was a simple night out with friends, no expectations other than returning home alone and falling asleep happy you had went.

Shuffling inside the club you were pleased to find a somewhat comfortable atmosphere. The heat wasn’t stifling and bodies didn’t occupy every single space of the building. People were still dancing but the bass wasn’t overpowering to the point your rib cage was rattling either. A familiar pinkette catches your eye with an eager wave and you approach the table of familar faces, only to realize that not all of them are ones you recognize. You were lured out under false pretenses it would seem, you fight the curling of your upper lip and offer a slight grin.

“I’m so happy you came out! These two didn’t believe me when I said you were coming!” Mina exclaims happily. You already know she’s referring to Jiro and Uraraka, and not the three men that also occupy the table. Six people that already seemed to be paired together and you just happen to be unlucky number seven, a third wheel.

“Have I really been out of the loop for that long?” Translation: All three of you are in relationships now? Last time I checked I thought you all were “smart, independent, etc.

The first man to be introduced was the largest, his stature and bright red hair weren’t what got you, it was the sharpness of the teeth he flashes you when he smiled. The second was only slightly smaller than the first, he had a boyish charm that was stark in contrast to his black suit and mop of green curls. The third was average in size but what he lacked in brawn was made up for with his seemingly larger than life personality, his electric blonde hair was as shocking as the enthusiastic greeting he gives you.

Kirishima, Midoryia, Kaminari, three friends that happen to be seeing Mina, Ochako, and Jirou. You knew it wasn’t a coincidence that they happened to all be in the same place at the same time. Just as you were about to excuse yourself to grab a drink, one is set down in front of you, the same one you’d had on that solo night out six months ago. You quickly reach out for the women that brought it over as she began briskly walking away, “Excuse me! Who is this from?”.

Her eyes flickered behind you for a split second before she pursed her lips, “I cant tell you that but I assure you it’s safe, I made it myself”. That being said she’s quick to slip out of your light hold and retreat back behind the bar.

“What will it be miss?”

“Ah um…I don’t know what exactly to call it but I want a Shirley temple with alcohol in it…”

“You have ID?”

You present the card with burning cheeks and the women nods, “Cherry Vodka okay with you?”

“Ah yes, uhm that’ll work”

The memory has your cheeks heating up again, and feeling eyes on your back has you turning in the same direction the women had glanced in. When nothing sticks out you rejoin the group you’d been sitting with. Rather than swigging your drink down in a couple gulps (like you had last time) you took note of your company and decided on small sips. Offering demure smiles in between, attempting to keep your facade as you giggled, and engaged in light hearted teasing with your friends.

You’d allowed Mina to pull you to your feet and danced with both her and Ochako for a handful of songs. Happily handing them over to their respective men as the music transitioned to something slower.

On your way back towards the table you passed a nervous looking Jiro being pulled into the crowd of dancers. Sitting back down at the now empty table, you felt the slightest bit envious. Deeming now as good a time as any to grab a smoke on the patio, you wander outside. It was somehow even darker out here than it was inside, getting a cigarette out of your bag, you cursed as you shuffled the few contents around in the small space.

Dammit!

You chose to ignore the feeling of being watched this time, maybe if you hadn’t, you’d of been prepared when you met that alluring crimson gaze. “Need a light?” The voice spooked you as a flame appears in front of your face. Taking a couple small inhales your cigarette is lit and you begin to thank the man. Only when your eyes meet his, the words seem to get loged in your throat.

Despite the shock, you are able to keep any trace of recognition off your face, “Th-Thank you…guess I forgot mine”. You purposely walk a few feet away, foolishly backing yourself into a corner as if he wouldn’t follow you. Silly girl, you just barely escaped him last time, and he’d been on the hunt for you ever since.

It would take a lot more than luck to save you this time.

“Here by yourself?” The raspy sound of the familiar voice leaves goosebumps on your skin. You pray he’s forgotten about you, that your face hasn’t been at the forefront of his mind since you silently slipped from his bed. You fail to realize your immediate slip up as you answer “Not this time, friends are inside”. It’s impossible to even attempt to feign disinterest in the gorgeous man at your side.

“Seems like they’re preoccupied….Since they let you sneak away outside I mean” he tries to make it sound like an off handed speculation, but you catch the implication. “Ah you’re right, they’re probably looking for me, I should go-“ your attempt to flee is easily thwarted as his larger body cages you in between himself and the patio railing.

“Nah, their too busy, I’m sure they’ll be reassured your okay if they remember to ask about you” his sudden grip on your back side has you gasp as you try to push against the chiseled chest between your delicate fingertips, “Excuse me, I really should be going-“.

“Cut the Fuckin’ act, you weren’t this disagreeable last time!” He snaps, catching your chin in between the thumb and forefinger of the hand not gripping your ass.

The shock of being called out has you gaping open mouthed back at him, “I played by the rules last time, you wanted to Dance so I asked you to dance, reassured you I was a good guy and all that other shit, I’ve been looking for you for half a year now, remembering how beautiful you looked beneath me, and the angelic sounds you made from my touch, m’sorry if I’m a bit too pent up to play your Fuckin games tonight princess”.

You bat your eyes as you pout your lips when the pad of his thumb caresses your plump appendages.

“Awww was I too straightforward? You imagined our reunion would be sweeter than this? C’mere dumbass” he isn’t gentle when your lips meet his, despite the shyness you show him once again when his tongue playfully engages with yours. Looking back on this time in the future, you’ll realize you didn’t stand a chance at ever truly escaping from him. The realization of this hits you heavy as you find yourself in the back of a fancy car with a driver taking the two of you back to the place you’d managed to give him the slip last time.

Rather than risk you trying to scamper off into the night, he scoops you up in his arms and carries you inside, up the same stairs you’d nervously followed him up last time. You felt each of the remaining beats left in your heart, relished the almost sensual rythm it pounded out within your chest. This was how you chose to remember the moments before it ceases to ever move another inch.

The first time you’d entered this lavish bedroom had you realizing just how sheltered you’d truly been all your life.

It was so easy to forget all the warnings and lectures on saving your virtue, as you became lost in those crimson orbs. You hadn’t thought twice about lowering yourself to kneel before him, the way you stared up at him with such reverence as though he were something to be worshipped.

“I’ve never done any of this before”

That statement both saved your life and sealed your fate. Originally, he’d just planned to drain you dry and let you wither away into a husk, to be swept away by the wind at first light. Plans change.

Forever here would your innocence lie; First blood, shared and swapped between hungry lips, and any excess sinking into expensive Italian sheets as your pleasurable cries resound around the bedroom walls. Laying with you in his arms was the most at peace he’s felt in five hundred years. It was only natural for him to get some much needed rest, but waking up to an empty bed, well that didn’t sit right with him. He curses as he jumps out of bed, all terrifying snarls and gnashing teeth as he continuously berated himself inside of his head.

-Should of fucking turned her the second she’d passed out, who knows how long it will take to find her again!

When you’d made it back to your dingy little apartment the first slivers of sunlight illuminated the way as you were barely able to stumble into bed. Next time you woke up the sun was setting on Monday evening, you’d been sure you’d got home around 4 am on Saturday …What the hell had happened? The fog clouding your memory, skin being adorned by so many bruises making you look something akin to a Dalmatian, accompanied by the aching in places that had your face burning with embarrassment…That served in solidifying your decision of becoming a temporary shut in.

Returning to the present in a daze, It’s not the feeling of your clothes seeming to have disappeared as you’re tossed on the bed that has you sensing overwhelming dread.

It’s the heavy weight of something fastened to your ankle, surely put there to prevent another possible escape attempt. If news of your disappearance and inevitable death happened to reach the bum fuck town your parents continue to reside in, your mother would blame your early demise on your fascination with sin, but to the public she’d claim it on a thorn of the flesh. Apparently all the prayers herself and the other delusional townsfolk would have undoubtedly said for you by now weren’t capable of preventing this sticky end.

“Six Fucking months I looked for you…You won’t get away from me ever again…”

In the blink of an eye he was looming over you, and the inferno blazing within that crimson gaze threatened to consume you.

“I…I didn’t think-“ your stammering is cut off by the annoyed huff that escapes him, “Tch, course you didn’t think, didn’t think I’d care if you ran out on me? Didn’t think I’d look for you? Guess you thought fucking wrong then hah?”. It’s adorable the way your bottom lip trembles as you force yourself to continue staring up at him, tears shimmering behind your lashes.

The display only made him feel more desire, his teeth ached to sink into you, to condemn you to an eternity by his side.

You shuddered, eyes closing as his fingers blazed a trail down your chest, thumbing each of your nipples before tip toeing down your stomach. Only to come back up and strike each mound before pinching the stiff peaks.

“Look at me”

A whimper escapes you as you shake your head, he doesn’t like that.

Let me in

Once again your chin is gripped between his thumb and forefinger, applying pressure that has your jaw creaking, “I said look at me”. Your eyes open and all you can see is red, it’s sucking you in, drowning you in pools of crimson.

Rummaging around inside your head, Katsuki sees you writhing around in your bed, feels the yearning you felt as you longed for his touch instead of your own. Sees the night sky and busy streets through your eyes as you sniffle, chastising yourself for calling your mother, and hating yourself for even slightly hoping that she had anything other than venom to spit. Of course she was disgusted by your confession and still furious at your desertion.

“I’m not a bit surprised that you gave away your virtue so easily. Running off to live in sin! Don’t you dare return here with some bastard child on your hip, I won’t let you pass the threshold unless you’ve decided to repent! Learn your lesson the hard way, you are no child of mine until then!”

The loneliness you felt was something Katsuki was all too familiar with.

“I…I know what…you are” your whispered words interrupted his venture into your head. Now that your eyes were wide open again, the man above you pressed his forehead to your’s. “You’re a…You’re one of them”. Your teeth began to chatter after you managed to stutter the words out.

“What am I exactly?” His tone mocking, your lashes flutter when his tongue runs across your lips, “Are you afraid y/n? Hah?”. His lips ghost over your’s once more, and then he’s pulling away from you. You are afraid, afraid he might just melt into the shadows around the room and leave you alone. So you make a grab for him, with pleading but still lust filled eyes, “I’m not scared of you, if you wanted me dead you would have done it last time….I feel it too y’know…M’not as stupid as I look”.

A beautiful flash of defiance appears in your eyes as you continue, “You made me feel more love in one night than I’ve felt my entire life…There’s something going on here…How did I know your name before you ever told me it? Just as you knew mine? It’s not possible that we met before that night…is it?

“I ran away because once I woke up I was frightened, I gave myself to a complete stranger, a being that I was taught preyed upon weak willed, easy to deceive fools out alone at night…I fell into the traps I’d been warned about for years and all I can think about is how badly I want you to ensnare and keep me trapped with you forever…” your hands aren’t shaking when they run up his muscular biceps and loop around his neck “Make me your’s again Katsuki, for good this time”.

Of course he’s more than happy to oblige, this was going to happen wether you wanted it to or not, but it was better to have you willing.

If his heart was capable of pounding it would be hammering away in his chest right now. To have you this close again brought an end to his agonizing loneliness.

Spending 400 years without you was awful in itself, but the pain returned ten fold when you’d slipped through his fingers six months ago. Katsuki wanted to hate you for tricking him into believing the all consuming loneliness had come to an end, letting that old wound scab over as he slept soundly with you in his arms. Only to awaken with empty arms and the chill of his empty bed, but I still the wound re-opened the full ache replaced with a sharp sting beginning again. You may not remember your past lives together, but he did. Then again, considering you knew his name before he’d omitted it, maybe the memories were just as locked away inside your head.

As good a control as Katsuki prides himself on having, he felt it slipping after your request. Buying himself some time to cool off, he slips down your body to settle himself between your thighs. Last time he’d split you open on his cock before getting a proper taste of you. The blood that dribbled out of you had been so sweet, so savory that he had slip his tongue inside your mouth so you could see what all the fuss was about. The memory has him rutting against the bed as he takes a bite of your thigh, flicking his tongue over the skin to soothe it. Grinning at the way your arch up off the mattress, you tug at his hair as he slurps up some of your juices, giving your clit a harsh suck and a tiny little nibble, just for the sake of hearing you cry.

“Please don’t make me wait anymore, I need you”

You quit blubbering when he’s hovering over you once more.

Trailing one of his fingers over the small trail of blood that he leftover on your thigh. You open your mouth instantly as he presses down on your tongue, keeping eye contact while sucking his finger clean.

Finally the blunt tip of his dripping cock pokes through your lips and prods at the rim of your hole. Pressing inside of you Katsuki lets out a hiss as you throw your head back, lips forming an O at the sinful sensation. The stretch is painful but welcomed at the same time, your inner walls are sucking him in, squeezing his cock just as fucking tight as last time “Fuckin hell your choking me princess, loosen up”.

His words have you doing the opposite, instead squeezing around him harder for a few seconds, before your legs are securely gripping his waist.

Good, now there is no escape for either one of you.

“Hold on tight baby, cause this next part is going to hurt, and once I get a taste of you on my tongue I really won’t be capable of being nice”

He warns you, stroking your cheek with his thumb, the emotion burning in his eyes is reassuring.

“Then I’ll remember everything? We’ll be together for eternity this time?” You limit yourself to two questions, cunt pulsing around the intrusion as you cock warm him.

“You should, once you grant me full access into your mind, you did it earlier so it should be easy a second time…You won’t ever be able to escape me princess, once I mark you I’ll always be able to find you, there won’t be anywhere you can hide” his lips press against the spot on your neck, and your trembling fingers thread together with his.

The seconds before the bite were a blur, and though you could feel yourself screaming, it was as if no sound had slipped out. It hurt so much, you sobbed as your life force was seemingly drawn out of you.

You think you’d cried for your mother at some point, when the venom started circulating through your veins. Everything was burning, it was all so excruciating! You felt the last beat of your heart, it pounded up until the very end and then it was over. The heaviness that’s weighed on you since your teen years was gone. You felt featherlight, like you could walk on air! Your mind was free from the weight of guilt, sorrow, failure, and loneliness, those feelings could be cast aside just like your mortality had been. you started to come to, Katsuki’s voice inside your head was the most beautiful sound,

“You back with me now? You did so good baby, m’so proud of you…feeling a little better?”.

Your eyes opened, a scarlet ring surrounded and faded into the e/c, they were somehow even more captivating than ever like this.

Blinking up at the handsome face hovering inches above your own you grinned at him. Your tongue found the sharpened points of your canines instantly, poking at each of the new additions curiously. A wave of intense and sudden desire had your fingers tangling themselves in ash blonde locks, with much more strength than normal you pulled their owner in for a kiss. The taste of your blood was still fresh on his lips, it stained his tongue, and you delighted at this. The internal walls of your cunt clenched around the cock still inside of it. The two of you moan in unison as Katsuki gives an experimental rut of his hips, which was quickly reciprocated by you grinding down on him.

I can’t believe this bastard had me cock warming him while I was unconscious and suffering!

The sudden loud laugh that your lover emits against your lips startled you. He continues laughing once your mouths are separated and your eyes narrow, “What’s so funny?” You practically hiss. His reply doesn’t reach your ears verbally, I can hear you idiot! rattles around the inside of your skull. You gasp loudly, eyes widening as he continues speaking directly inside your head; I was planning on fucking you through your transformation but I guess I got a bit overwhelmed once I got to taste you again….Had to make sure I did everything properly to turn you, then once I felt your fear and anxiety coming through I just needed to comfort you…

“So we can share our thoughts and emotions through some sort of mental link?” You asked out loud, muttering a quiet “Guess I’ll need to work on it…” as an afterthought.

“Our souls are bound to each other forever, without one the other can’t exist” he replies, placing a tender kiss on your lips. Which quickly becomes more heated and knowing that this intense desire is not only your feelings but also his has something awakening inside of you. You actually do let out a loud hiss when your hips are pinned to the mattress, putting a stop to their grinding against his.

“Awww Whatsamatter?” You could feel the smugness radiating off him, rather than making you Angry, it only succeeds in making you that much more desperate for him.

“Is she upset because my princess wants to get her guts rearranged? Seems my innocent little lamb has been replaced by a cock hungry whore….Beg for it if you want it” the filthy language has you clench around him once again “Like getting talked to like this baby? Fuck yeah you do, I can feel it”.

He can’t help but gently press both your guy’s hips together again, unknowingly making the head of his cock poke at your Gspot.

The soft keen you let out sounds angelic to him, and he’s barely holding himself together at this point. Katsuki could feel a pulse in his cock as it throbs inside your tight little cunt, he won’t be able to control himself when he does get around to fucking you. There was just one thing he needed first, “Tell your sire how badly you want him to ruin your sweet little angel cunt, and how you only exist to be his cock sleeve…maybe then I’ll give you what you want princess”.

The crude words easily spilled from between his lips, the expectant smirk he wore while looking down on you ignited a fire in your gut.

You opened your mouth attempting to comply, despite the burning sensation of your cheeks. It wasn’t going to be easy to get over the “ways of a proper woman” that had pretty much been beaten into you, wether you’d transformed into a “creature of the night” or not. Your bottom lip is suddenly sucked behind your pointed teeth, ending the prolonged eye contact as you begin to feel insecure.

From age five up until you’d fled from your hometown, every week you were forced to attend a class (which honestly was just a group meeting at a specific house for two hours) with other girls ages ranging from five to eighteen. The old crow that taughtlectured you each week was a bitter woman with posture so straight it was as if a yardstick was wedged up her ass, a tongue that was sharp enough to cut down any younger woman that suffered from low self esteem, often reducing them to sit there sniffling through silent tears. Supposedly Margaret was an heiress and affluent socialite in her younger years, but after her mother had been exposed as the towns resident homewrecker It filled the young woman with such despair she fled to a convent that happily took her in. That’s how the never married, childless, bitch became “Sister Margaret”.

“No man worth anything would want a foul mouthed, continuously speaking out of turn, heard before she’s seen type of Trollip” says the sister, as she paces around her living room. Beady narrowed eyes scan the faces of each young girl present, judgment always evident in her stare. Locking eyes with you as she continues; “The only time you should ever speak your mind is at the end of the night while kneeling beside your bed while saying your prayers, the all mighty above should be your only confidant, your spouse has more important things to worry about than some silly housewife dribble”.

HEY

The angry voice inside your head and hand clutching your chin succeeds in recapturing your attention. Realizing the angry blonde must have seen the memory you’d recalled had you nervously shift beneath him, attempting to break eye contact again. The anger surging through your neglected sire is thrilling as well as terrifying, the creak of your jaw can be heard as familar pressure is reapplied when his thumb forces your mouth open.

“I guess I didn’t make myself clear enough earlier, so I’ll explain this only once and never again” Katsuki pauses, leaning down to kiss you. Only he doesn’t…your eyes flutter shut in preparation, all you end up getting is his spit between your plump lips. He’s talking louder before you think to interrupt him.

I’m your god now, and I’m a jealous vengeful one at that…So I won’t take too kindly to any disrespect and that includes you ignoring me when I demand your fucking attention, and especially when I ask you to do something, you fucking do it without hesitation! I’m the center of your universe, your life, body, mind, all belong to me now, is that clear you Fucking whore?

His eyes glow, it’s such a vibrant red in the darkened bedroom, so much intensity directed solely on you is unnerving.

I..I can’t look away…what’s happening?

That’s right, just give in to me

“Please sire, my body and soul belong to you, please use me how ever you see fit my beloved”

Good Fuckin girl

Drawing his hips back just to slam his cock back deeper inside of you, you cry out at the dull pain of him being buried so deep inside of you.

Any of the self restraint Katsuki previously showed you was gone, you were about to be ravaged by this feral beast of a man and you were excited. You longed for it, this was what you had desperately been seeking all your life, going against everything that had been engrained in you since childhood.

Becoming one with the darkness and finding endless amounts of pleasure in being damned for eternity. It all provided the most sensuous rush, your senses were overloaded.

You hadn’t even realized you’d bit Katsuki until the taste of him invaded your mouth. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the gentle sucking began. Rather than rip you off of his neck, a large hand on the back of your head keeps you in place encouraging you to suck more out of him.

The gentle movement of his cock slowly rocking in and out of you clouds have literally put you to sleep in this haze you’d found yourself in. When you pull your teeth from his skin you can’t help but swipe your tongue across the punctures left on his neck, placing a gentle kiss over them as well.

You had settled back down on the pillows, the drunken smile on your stained lips disappeared when you realized what you were dealing with. Oh shit… If you thought he was a monster before you hadn’t seen anything just yet. Katsuki was completely feral now, and you were his only outlet to take it out on.

“I-I’m sorry Katsuki! I don’t know what came over me I-“ your cut off by his hand clasped around your throat. “You marked me too…So now I can’t escape from you either, not that I’d ever want to…cunning little minx!” The smile he gives you is wide and menacing as he continues “I knew you definitely couldn’t handle me like this as a whelp of a human, and even with you being turned I was still planning to take it easy on you this time! Then you just had to go and provoke me”.

I didn’t do it on purpose

“Oh I know that, you’ve always been such a sweet soul, not an ounce of deception in your head, but all actions have consequences, what kind of god would I be if I didn’t demonstrate this…”

You didn’t even have time to praise yourself for using telepathy, once he speaks the last word of his sentence, he throws his hips forward to sink back into your depths.

The breath had been stolen out of your lungs, each over exaggerated thrust into you was sending your body up the bed. Once you’d been pushed all the way back to the headboard, Katsuki once again has a hand around your throat, and his other is holding onto the metal bars that make up the headboard.

“I know you’ll always be my good girl, but inevitably something will happen, and no matter how accidental it may be, your poor little angel cunt will get the punishment for your unintentional transgressions…understand?

Yes Sire I understand

Bending your legs at the knees you’re instructed to hold them up on either side of your body.

Katsuki lowers his head, fangs skimming their way up and down your flesh. It must be anticipation that’s building up in your gut, you are so wound up in the best kind of way. Your bent legs start to shake and your nails dig into the meat of your thighs as your fists clench, your mouth falls open as your tongue unabashedly slips out.

You try focusing on your panting breaths in attempts to calm yourself down but it’s no good.

Without warning the sharp points of teeth once again sink into your flesh. Your world is still and silent for a moment before erupting into euphoria. The crying that outpours from your mouth is like an angelic symphony to your beloved’s ears.

Saving some of your blood in his mouth, he shares it with you as he sucks your tongue into his mouth.

You’re trembling beneath him, shaky hands trying to take hold of him.

Please….Please….Please

One more baby, wanna get you there one more time so we can fall apart together

Katsuki knows your spent, and the overstimulation has began to overwhelm you but he can’t quit now. Not until he gets the experience he’s been craving throughout all these years of loneliness. Making sure his hands are gripping the head board he starts rapid firing the deep thrusts of his hips. You’re crying as you stare up at him, but it’s from happiness. Your internal walls start tightening up again, that sweet little angel cunt loves to keep his cock in a chokehold.

I love you…I love you Katsuki

Fuck!

A loud screech sounds above your head as the metal bars in his fists are broken apart and what’s left in his hands is reduced to powder. The weight of his spent body laying atop your’s is surprisingly welcomed, like the best kind of weighted blanket.

Your continuous content coo’s are like beautiful music to him.

Both of you are still so high from feeling your souls entangled, becoming one entity despite being two separate beings.

I love you

It’s a mantra on repeat in each of your heads until the first slivers of sunlight find a way to slip between black out curtains.

You succumb to sleep before Katsuki, and despite everything that just happened he finds himself cuffing one of your feet to what’s left of the bed posts, and one of your wrists to his own.

Now try and run out on me

You only let out a content sigh, unconscious but still scooting closer to his body, needing to feel his bare skin on yours. Calloused fingers gently smooth fly away hairs out of your face, before a kiss is placed on your forehead.

Taking you in his arms, he’s finally able to lay down and get some much needed shut eye.

Despite the happiness in this moment, you will eventually wake up and desperately cling to him as you hysterical cry. Your memories from the past will be back once you open your eyes, and Katsuki will be here to comfort you until you come back to the present, blinking your now red ringed e/c eyes.

Once the tears have dried up and you lay on top of him this time, keeping his cock wedged inside your warns insides to prevent the fresh batch of your shared essence inside, your lover can feel blood lust building. For the first time it’s not actually his own. The confusion in his eyes as he questions you mentally, earns a verbal reply;

“The one that ruined everything back then, was also reincarnated in this lifetime… and I know just where to find him”.

The malicious smile appearing on your lover’s face is mirrored back at him with an identically sinister grin of your own.

“I can’t wait for you to meet my folks”

A/N: So how was that for my first time writing Vampire AU? Like I said before, I got carried away since I enjoyed writing this story so much! Are you interested in finding out what happened between these two during y/n’s previous life? Do you have any guesses on who may be the mystery villain? What sort of punishment awaits them? I may split the second half of this story in two parts. I’d love some feedback on this one, but I still have a variety of stories left to post as continuation of my event, so stay tuned ❤️‍🔥

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