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yanderecandystore · 3 years

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Black and Red take the advantage of Buddy being gone to flirt and drop hints about wanting to have another child with the s/o. Blacks wants to have the s/o be in a relationship now while Red wants to wait a bit more. Also I hope you feel better! Self care is best care :o - Cold Anon

Wow, I loved when I received both of your requests because like- Oh shit this fits so well!

If y'all don't mind, let's make this a complete Headcanon with both of your requests!

TW/Tags: NSFW // Forced relationship // dubcon (I don't condone this actions irl, so please read this with caution if the subject triggers/harms you in anyway) // Poly/Threesome (although it's only like half mentioned because I took way too long to write this lmao) // if you're confused on what is going on, you may want to check this [🧃] // delusional thinking and manipulation // non gender specific yandere boys and female reader just cause I'm kinda want to to make this one female just because- // swearing

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Thank God the walls are soundproof [Yandere!Among Us x F!Reader - Headcanon]:

Okay but let's first have a real talk, like- Imagine your alien dog just went missing out of nowhere, and then these hoes come in and say some shit about "family" and "mating" and all that jazz-

Bitch, my dog just ran away, control your horniness-

I think that they have been up to this point pretty much saying "we dig you, like a lot!" but also making it seem like it's nothing too serious?

Since they know you're unaware of their true feelings and intentions, it felt only right to give you some time and ease you in this relationship as quickly and smoothly as possible. Some flirting and constant compliments should have done the trick, yet you weren't really understanding what they meant with it.

You thought it was weird to see two people suddenly expressing so much affection to you despite the fact they were both married to each other and that you never felt like the type of person to attract people, so seeing two people to openly flirt with you made you think they were only joking around.

It could be their little thing, right? Flirting with other people in front of one another? Yeah, that could be it-

Of course you have assumed the possibility of them being polyamorous and are trying to call you to their family and form a triad, but then again, sounds kinda hard to believe, right? Two people wanting so badly to be with you? Sounds like something straight up out of a fantasy story.

Although, you couldn't lie that you kinda wish it to be true, since they were very pleasant to be around and well… You found them attractive and pretty charming in a weird way. Their romance with one another seemed so passionate and pure that you felt a little jealous and maybe craving a little bit of their attention.

I guess you tried your best to stay oblivious to their advantages either unconsciously or just defensively, as it can be quite shocking to receive so much attention out of nowhere from those two.

They always seemed so… I don't know, in their own little world….

After Buddy had disappeared, their presence had started to seem more stronger, it was so oddly coincidental how they started to act more friendly than ever towards you after Buddy disappeared.

You shouldn't be so suspicious of them, after all, it was only common sense that people would start to be friendlier and start comforting you after a tragedy.

Yet, you still doubted them, and right now you realize exactly why. Their weird attachment to you was starting to make a lot of sense.

It was the third time you had a breakdown after Buddy disappeared, and it's been the third time that they helped you by "comforting you out", even though you don't feel necessarily more comfortable by their constant caresses and odd words- they keep going on and on about how things will get better soon, that you'll be part of bigger family that promises to cherish you and never abandon you.

And although their words were strange and oddly soothing considering that you felt lonely due to your sweet boy running away, you still felt odd about their exact words and expressions that were thrown at you, but you disguised it as "being their awkward way of showing affection". Because it's a lot easier to lie to yourself than to admit that you were surrounded by possibly dangerous people, it was easier to believe that Buddy was going to come back anytime soon than to admit that the possibility of him already being dead was possible.

But sometimes reality will pull your hazy brain to observe the intriguing situation you found yourself in, since you were still a little hazed by the constant crying and the despair you felt for your best friend, it took you some to realize them both cuddling with you and placing small kisses here and there.

Either you had ignored/blocked out the feeling of invasive touches and phrases that were so off the rails, that even if they sugar coated their speech you would still feel threatened by it, or you were simply disassociating from this particular event.

Who would've guessed that being locked in your own room all day with only two people to talk with has started to make you crave their attention? You just felt like letting them touch you and say nice things despite how it felt…. Weird.

You started to feel guilty, to feel awkward whenever they praised you and touched you a little more roughly in more private areas. You felt good yet awful, you felt like this situation was wrong but it did feel right in some weird way.

You felt ashamed of their soft voices- Or more accurately, Red's soft voice and Black's deep breaths covering your skin with each kiss. They seemed to be on their own little worlds, just like you were a couple of seconds ago.

When you tried to free yourself and get up, Red took the opportunity to make you sit in their lap facing your back to them, they shushed you as you noticed Black felt a bit sad at your sudden reaction. You weren't expecting to be stopped from getting away from their hold which made you feel wary of the situation.

You've let them pamper you for too long, you've let them touch you and crave you for way too long. Black took the fact you were stuck on their partner's lap and decided to take a bite for themselves. A deep kiss that although heavenly sweet to them, it tasted bitter and provoked you to start wriggling against Red to get away from their hold. This was starting to be suffocating.

Yet nothing, they didn't let you, they chuckled at your struggles just like a person would chuckle at an infant playing around and trying to get their attention. Red whispered sweet nothings while Black seemed to be enjoying licking your skin, from your shoulder to your neck, it felt good yet somehow a little too… Good? There was something like desperation starting to appear in Black's breathing, their licks felt sloppy and the sounds coming from deep in their chest made your mind hazy, made your body crave more of this mix of rough and soft touches coming from them both.

Yet your mind told you otherwise, your conscious kept telling you about more important things that you should be worrying about. You felt like this was not exactly what you wanted at the moment, but your body was betraying your own thoughts as you felt yourself getting just as needy as them.

You still told Red you felt like this was happening too fast for your comfort, yet they only told you to relax and enjoy the view.

The "view" was Black getting more and more agitated, they seemed high out of their mind if not completely lost in their own instinct. Drooling like an animal, breathing like they have runned up a hill, and although there was only lust and admiration in their eyes, there was something in that frantic laugh that made you feel like there was something else in their hearts.

"- Black, we talked about this… Look at her, your scaring [Y/N], babe." Red said while pushing Black to back off a little, without putting too much pressure, just telling them to get back a little.

Black didn't take it personally yet still whined like a lost puppy. Black surprisingly hasn't said much considering the situation you were all in, you would at least hope for them to say something, yet they couldn't make any comprehensive sounds except for growling and heavy breathing.

"- Can you see it, [Y/N]? It's so adorable when they get like this, it's even better if you let them get impatient, not like you'll have to wait much, they're simply too easy to please, you know?" Red giggled into your ear as Black was grinding the bed like a desperate dog in heat, which still scared you a bit-

How hungry their eyes looked made you squirm and distance yourself from them, which led to Red holding you tighter since you were getting closer to them. It felt like it was normal for them, this sort of ritual, and you just seemed to get yourself involved in, not knowing how to respond to anything.

"- Uhn- R-Red- I…. I think we should go to sleep already-" You said, it was indeed very late, and you were starting to feel like not being part of this- Something was very, very off, your gut told you that much as you started feeling pretty nauseous.

"- So soon? Are you feeling nervous darling? I did tell a certain someone that they should have been more patient, yet they said they couldn't wait any longer-" Red said, mentioning Black who was flustered and angry at how their partner seemed to act so casually about their "condition".

"- But I don't think you need to worry your little head, after it we can go to sleep together, okay?" Red answered you while nuzzling your neck, now they noticed how much they were craving this moment, yet still not as much as their shape shifting partner.

"- No! I-I mean- Shouldn't you two sleep in your own rooms- I think the others would get suspicious of three people sleeping in the same bed." You managed to stutter out, yet you felt like your words had caused more harm than it should have.

Black growled in a more animalistic manner while also hitting their hands in the bed to try to take your attention, their expression was of anger mixed with disappointment.

Red just sighed and shook their head, they put their hand in your face and guided you to look at them, their tone sounded patronizing and disappointed.

"- It's that really what you're worried about? What other people think… This has nothing to do with anyone but us, love. So please try to focus on the now instead of how they'll react. And besides, we wouldn't want to miss this opportunity, now would we?" They said while kissing you just as passionately as Black did. Yet you didn't get what Red meant with that, so you obviously asked.

To which they didn't really respond, just hugged you again after slowly pulling away and saying:

"- Normally we have to wait up to six in six months to get their next heat, but apparently it came earlier than it should have! Isn't this beautiful darling? It's like all the stars have been perfectly aligned for us to be together." Red squeaked excitedly about the pattern of luck they've been having lately! First started with your dog disappearing, then it went to you being more comfortable with them around you, to you downright accepting being part of their family!-

The truth was actually rather bitter, you didn't really agree to any of these and you seemed to have tried to get out whenever you could, but both Red and Black took your lack of response as a sign of acceptance rather than anything else. Why else would you let them cuddle you three times in a roll, if not because of love? Why would you let them kiss you, if not because of love?

"- It's going to be so much fun adding two new members to the family, don't you think love?" Red spoke once again although not really towards you, but rather to their very attentive partner that was fuming with the idea of a new kid ever since their heat began about three days ago.

Thanks whatever cosmic entity to have granted them not only the privilege of holding you for so long during this time of need you were facing, but to also have gifted them this marvelous opportunity. Their species are fertile only periodically, it's not like they can do this any time they want, so to be in heat while your stupid bodyguard is missing it's a fucking miracle.

Yet I guess it would be really rude to mention that to you in person, after all you did love that mutt with all your heart, so-

Well, it's not like Black can express how desperately they want to pounce on you, they go through a thembofication when they're needy like this, besides- What good are words if they can simply let their moans filled the room and let it clear through actions how fucking long they have been craving this.

Your dog would have smelled them a lot sooner and tried to warn you about this, he could have prevented this but it seems like he ditched you, which is so unfair, none of them would ever leave you alone, but who cares about Buddy anymore, right? They're pretty sure that after you have a baby you'll forget him, because children and dogs are literally the same thing, ask Mini Red about it-

The fear that overcomes you when seeing them take off their disguise through your very eyes it's both heartbreaking and a little exciting. It's horrible for Black to see you screaming and trying to get out of the room despite the fact the door is locked tight and the walls being soundproof, were you really that disturbing that you couldn't handle?

Or maybe you realized who has been going around, ya know, eating people? And you thought you would be one too, which seemed to be the first time both of them understood what your worries were.

"- Oh no darling, don't worry okay! Shh- Everything it's fine- Look, we know this is sudden but it only felt right to show you the truth right now. You understand that right?"

Red tried to calm you down while simultaneously putting more fear in your heart.

"- Let me go! I-I- don't want anything to do with- With that thing! Or even you for that matter!" You spat venom at them while you squirmed in the mattress as Red was holding your arms and Black was holding your legs from kicking them.

So much hatred in only one sentence, truthfully, this wasn't going to go so well.

For you, that is.

You'll see that you love them, you see that this pity party you're throwing is absolutely ridiculous, weren't you kissing and whimpering at their touch five seconds ago? Honestly dear, hypocrisy doesn't look good on you.

But maybe you just need to relax a little, and let someone take care of you. Clearly the disappearance of "Whatever his name was" took you by surprise and made a big impact in your consciousness, but after proving you how much they have to offer, surely you'll understand their point of view.

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rukia-writes · 4 years

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You have no idea how much I’d love that Kruger breeding kink scenario 👌🏻🥵

Well I suppose I’ll just have to write it.

Request here

✨Setting: modern au✨

✨Breeding kink! Eren Kruger x fem! Reader✨

✨Warnings: 18+, no minors 🔞, R✨

Kruger’s eyes fell upon (Name) returning from the store, a sly smile came upon his face as he watched her come inside his house.

Kruger waited for her to come in his room knowing full well the situation at hand. The door opened to see her come in his room with a pleading face.

“What’s wrong with you? Didn’t enjoy your trip to the store?”

Kruger teases as he took one last puff from his cigarette as (Name) sat on the bed and opened her legs. Kruger grunted in approval as he looked inside her skirt to see a small vibrator slowly pleasuring his beloved.

“Take it out please. I’ve done what you asked.”

Kruger loved it when his darling was obedient, as he then discarded the cigarette in the ash tray then made his way over to his bed.

Removing the vibrator from his girlfriend’s wet and sensitive cunt Kruger smirked in approval hearing the moan that came from his beloved and seeing how wet she was.

“I can-can have you now, yes? You’ll finish?”

Only a chuckle left him at hearing his darling who was pleading for his cock. Merely kissing her inner thigh, inserting his index finger in her wet cunt he was pleased how wet and needy she was for him.

Nodding in approval Kruger kept his end of the deal, gladly.

Rewarding her at first by using his tongue to please her and when she was just about to climax, he decided to stop so he could giver her an even better reward for being a good girl.

Making her get on her hands and knees while taking his long and thick cock from behind. Which was now deep inside her wet and throbbing pussy with ease, so much so Kruger let out a soft “fuck” while (Name) let out a whimper as Kruger had his way with her.

For the night, The man had a goal.

Listening to her moan and whimper he thought to himself how cute she would be if she were pregnant with his child. It was a thought that came earlier that day as well.

Now here he was.

Relentlessly fucking his girlfriend on his bed.

A manly hand snakes down to his girlfriend’s clit, lightly tapping it with his finger, and then whispering in her ear.

“This is mine, you know that right?”

The lust filled blue eyes of his never strayed as he watched his darling nod her head as his pace became erratic and wild. His cock began to hit her g-spot relentlessly, showing no mercy. While his hands massaged her breasts as his animalistic pace never faltered, all the while imagining her belly full with triplets. His cock steadied leaked pre cum at the thought, and then his hands left from her breasts to her stomach.

“I can’t wait. Your belly will be so big-when I’m done with you.”

A smirk came to him as his hands rubbed his lover’s belly tenderly, his pace however was anything but soft and gentle as he could feel her cunt tightening by the second as she heard his words, and simply chopping it up as dirty talk as she heard his grunts and her own moans. However, what Kruger said next made her think otherwise,

“I swear, I’m going to make you a mom.”

A gasp and then a moan left her as he then laid her down on her back with her legs still wrapped around his waist and putting his cock back inside her needy cunt and began his pace once more with a tight hold on her hips as he watched with lust as her breasts moved to the rhythm of his thrusts, while she could feel him hitting her tender g-spot again.

With a little smile (Name) simply asked not wanting to miss her opportunity.

“Are you going to cum inside me? Are you going to..make me a mom?”

Kruger heard her questions and her little pause in between from the pleasure his cock was giving her. Thinking back on previous times as the two would have sex he would always pull out, a sly smirk crept on his face. But he didn’t say anything and simply kept his insatiable pace inside his sweet girlfriend tight, wet cunt. Enjoying the feeling of her cunt to the fullest, his hands made their way to her belly once more and he couldn’t take it.

The image of her with a full belly and seeing her with a pregnancy glow was too much to pass up.

When the two finally reached their climax (Name) noticed her boyfriend had a tighter grip on her hips, holding it down in place. Then with one last thrust (Name) gasped in surprise as Kruger’s potent cum started to fill her fertile womb to the brim.

(Name) was still surprised but a little smile crept on her face at feeling his cock twitch excitedly inside her, draining the last bit of his cum inside her womb.

“Kruger..”

Kruger chuckled in a dark yet sexy manner in (Name)’s ear

“Now you’ll make a great mother.”

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#breeding kink! Kruger #tw: breeding kink #tw: mature content #eren kruger x reader #snk x reader #aot x reader #eren krueger x reader

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wri0thesley · 4 years

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Oh it’s so good to see you back here! I love all of your content so I’m super excited to see what you end up writing! Can I request a scenario or headcanons, whichever you prefer, for Erina domming Jonathan and reader? For a Halloween twist maybe it’s vampire erina and mortal jojo and reader ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Happy monsterfucker season!

i am simply gay for beautiful vampire ladies

social call - vampire!erina x fem!reader x (and jonathan but only kind of tbh)

afab reader, fem pronouns - blood warning.

Erina Pendleton was beautiful, charming, demure - and by all accounts, utterly in love with her husband, Jonathan Joestar. Since their marriage, seeing her in society was a rare occasion - before, she had often arrived late into the night and shyly rejected most advances, but with Jonathan Joestar by her side her shyness seemed to have simply multiplied. She occasionally drew you to her breast and asked, her blue eyes wide and round and beseeching, about what she had missed in the last few society parties - but as a whole, Erina was rather a lonely type, although seeing her large husband by her side was the norm instead of the exception.

Even though she had made her match (and made it well), whispers still abound about how beautiful she was. The abundance of golden hair and the big eyes and the creamy pale skin, unmarked by even the slightest blemish - the delicate way she held herself and the graceful movements of her walk, like that of a ballet dancer. You would be a fool if you did not admit to yourself that you, too, had spent many nights imagining what her skin would taste like against your lips and how soft her hair might feel unbound as it tickled your cheeks as you kissed her. You would be a fool, too, if you did not admit that her husband awakened just as much of a desire in you as Erina herself did - still, they seemed deliriously happy (if reserved), and you tried to fight back your desires for them until you were alone and could keep your whirring brain happy with fantasies you never expected to be made flesh.

You had been surprised by the invitation to spend a weekend with them in their palatial manner - although when you arrived in the dark evening light, Erina had been gracious and lovely (if apologetic that perhaps their staff were not what you were used to; you had found it a little odd how small their household seemed to be, but Erina you knew came from slightly less aristocratic stock and you had felt it crude to comment upon). You had been even more surprised as attention had been lavished upon you, not merely by Erina herself but by her husband - you were quite used to men who left ladies to their own devices in the parlour.

None of these small surprises, though, had meant anything when Erina had pressed her cool cheek against yours and you’d felt her pretty mouth curl into a smile and she had professed that she had rather an … indecent proposal for you, if you’d be willing to indulge her. She had listened, kindly, to your embarrassed protestations - gently telling you she had seen the way you looked at her and her husband. Fingers gently dancing across your collarbones as she whispered that your form was hardly displeasing to her or Jonathan, either. Mouth soft again as she kissed cool lines over your throat and assured you that nothing you or she or Jonathan did behind these walls would ever need to be confessed to anyone else, as long as you were willing to cradle one of her own secrets close to your chest–

And so, you had found yourselves in the bedchamber of the Joestar couple.

And so, you had watched - fascinated, your body thrumming in need - as Jonathan had inclined his head for his beautiful wife, as she had softly sunk fangs into yielding flesh, as the man’s eyes had flutter closed and he’d sighed a soft sigh as blood had stained Erina’s lovely mouth (already so red) - as she’d pulled back, coy smile on her lips and murmured;

“Would you mind? I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

You do not know how truthful her promise may be - all you can think about is the skin on display in her low-cut gown, the way her lips and eyes glitter wickledy in the low light, those late nights spent fantasising about her or her husband - and you’re soft and respectful as you kneel before her on the bed and her cool fingertips trail over bare skin.

“Oh, you’re darling,” she says, as soft as waves lapping against a sandy shore. “Isn’t she darling, Jojo?”

Her husband, still dazed, murmurs his assent and she laughs, softly - before she gathers your chin in her hand and pulls you close to her. Her lips are still wet with blood as she kisses you, but that’s unimportant against how soft and cool and pliant her mouth is against yours, how fangs nip softly at your lower lip so your moan is transferred into her mouth. Her tongue is just as cool as it swipes over your tongue, playfully begging you to kiss her back - and you are helpless, helpless, helpless to do anything but that. She pulls back from you, smiling, cooing softly;

“Such a good girl,” she whispers. “I’ll reward you for that, I promise.”

She makes good on that, and you’re softly lowered onto the bedcovers. Erina’s fingers are soft as she trails them up your thighs, ruching skirts and petticoats about your hips, leaving bloodstained kisses across your skin.

“Jojo,” she says, and from her tone it’s abundantly clear who is in charge of the relationship. “Help me with her dress, won’t you?”

Jonathan walks slowly, his eyes fixed on Erina - but he still looks at you before he lays either of his big hands on you.

“Is it alright?” He murmurs, quietly. Erina laughs softly, turning her attention briefly to press a kiss onto his cheek. Both of them are so beautiful - but Jonathan’s hands, hovering over you, are warm where Erina’s are cold.

“You’re not doing what I told you to,” Erina says, playfully, and one of her fingers trails over your thigh to rest casually between the softness of your legs, the coldness barely registering because the space between them is so hot and needy and damp with your own desire. “She already said, and she wants this–”

“Please,” you breathe out, and Erina smiles, leaning down and brushing her lips against yours again.

“See?” She says to her husband, and Jonathan’s hands are surprisingly nimble for such a big man as lacings and buttons and all of the various fripperies of gowns are untangled and undone, and fabric is being pulled from your body. The room is just as cold as Erina herself, but your body is running too hot with how much you are wanting to feel much of a chill. “Look how beautiful she is, Jojo–”

“Mm,” says Jonathan, and his smile when he looks at you is soft and earnest like that of a puppy dog. Your fears - what little of them managed to survive past the burning need for Erina to touch you - subside into nothing as Erina parts your thighs, shooing her husband out of the way so she can kneel between them. You look at her and your heart skips a beat - she is so beautiful like this.

All of those fantasies of hair spilling over her creamy shoulders and her glittering eyes come true all at once as she lowers her full lips down, pressing soft kisses along the meat of your thighs. Her breath (cold) fans against your sex and you find yourself squirming even as Jonathan comes up behind you, gently holding your hips in place and leaning over you.

“Good boy, Jojo,” she murmurs approvingly, and the vibration of her low voice makes you want to squirm even more although you know Jonathan is there to stop you. “You’ll get a good view, at least–”

“Any view with you is a good one,” he intones, and she laughs again - but before you can react to that her mouth and tongue are upon you and there is nothing you can do but clutch at silken bedsheets as the muscle works over your aching heat, toying with your clit and circling your entrance. You cry up into the ceiling and Jonathan does not even make an attempt to make you hush, merely murmurs; “She likes it when you let her know she’s doing a good job.”

Oh, she is very much doing that. She licks and sucks and grazes her teeth against you like a starving woman savouring her last meal, lapping at your slick like it’s fine wine. The tip of her neat pink tongue traces your entrance, thrusting in and out of it a few times, the sensitive opening practically clamping around her like a vice.

There is nothing in the room but your own whimpers and gasps and the lewd noises of Erina’s mouth on your most private parts, your thighs pillowing her head (her golden hair brushes against them as you’d always imagined they would) - occasionally, dark blue eyes gaze at you over your body with dark-fringed lashes and you feel another bolt of arousal all through you at just who it is currently between your thighs.

Your hips begin to jerk more and more erratically, a tight, hot ball of tension in your stomach threatening to come undone - and then, Erina pulls her mouth away (the blood and your slickness have mixed together and made quite a mess of her face, though even the mess looks beautiful on her) and you cannot help but let out a petulant moan as the peak which had felt so close is snatched from you with moments to spare.

She laughs like a bell, pulling herself further up on the bed, pulling up her own skirts so silken stockinged legs rub luxoriously against your skin.

“Don’t pout so, darling girl,” she says to you, dropping a kiss onto your cheek. “I won’t leave you wanting, I promise. Jojo?” Her husband pulls back from you, his face flushed at watching you and his wife, his manner utterly respectful and bashful. “Take off my dress for me, won’t you? I feel rather overdressed.”

He is even quicker with hers - and you cannot help the greedy way your eyes rove over her body, as lovely and delicate and unmarked as you’d secretly always imagined it would be. Your eyes are hungry as they look at her, but all she does is laugh and pat your cheek, sliding her newly bared thigh to grind against the soaking wet place between your thighs.

“You like what you see?” She murmurs. “I’ve had no complaints, but you make me feel even lovelier, looking at me like that–”

“How could anyone not?” You breathe out, and she giggles softly. She kisses you on the mouth once more and you cannot care about the taste of yourself on her lips - not when she kisses you so hungrily.

“You’re charming,” she says to you. “I’m afraid I, though, am going to be wicked.”

Fingers trail over your throat and you realise what she wants and, without even the briefest lucid moment of fear, you tip your head to the side so she’s able to get to your neck. She coos at you in delight as she lowers her mouth, kissing and sucking and licking at the flesh there. You are all prepared for the sting of her fangs sliding into your tender skin–

But first to make you sigh is cold fingertips between you and her, sliding inside of you, thumb neatly grinding circles into your clit as Erina’s clever movements work up a fire in you that you had feared she would leave unstoked. Your thighs tremble and shake as her fingers work their magic, circling and stretching, toying with your clit until–

The ball of tension seems to come apart all at once.

Stars explode behind your vision. Your back arches, body moving beneath hers, at the same time as you feel the sting of something sharp and piercing sink into your soft flesh and you come hard at the same time as she feeds from you, rhythmically sucking at your puncture wounds as her clever fingers gently coax you over the final aftershocks and peaks of your orgasm.

Later on that weekend, undressed, draped over Erina’s lap as her fingers delve in and out of you lazily and Jonathan hands her a neat white lace handkerchief to dab at the puncture wounds marring your breast, she murmurs;

“Shall you visit us again, dearheart?”

You have never agreed to a social call as fast in your life.

#Anonymous #jjba #not sfw #erina pendleton #jonathan joestar #vampires #blood for ts #afab reader #fem pronouns

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hookedontaronfics · 4 years

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I’ll Be Home For Christmas - Part 1

Title: I’ll Be Home For Christmas - Part 1 Pairing: Taron x OC Rating: T Warning: None A/N: I wanted to write a sweet little 2-part series for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day as a way of saying thank you for giving so much back to me through this blog. Every like, follow, reblog, comment and ask is so appreciated. I hope you enjoy this fluffy fluff and have a happy and healthy holiday season. Love! X

Andi sat tucked up on the window seat, staring out into the wintery afternoon as swirls of snowflakes blew across the landscape, blanketing everything in white. She was clutching a steaming cup of rich hot cocoa, made the way her mam had always done on Christmas morns. She idly traced the patterns of frost on the window, leaving a couple of smudges, her fingertips going slightly numb, and sighed to herself. She’d tried to distract herself with a book, but she couldn’t ignore the nagging absence in the room.

She sighed heavily and cast a glance around the living room, lights twinkling on the Christmas tree and amongst the fresh boughs strung along the fireplace mantel. She’d worked hard to make the place feel homey for the holidays, but none of that mattered if her husband couldn’t be home to see it.

“I’ll be home for Christmas!” he’d promised her, but he was quickly running out of time. Andi checked her watch again, the clockface reading just after 3 p.m. on Christmas Eve. Another year, another promise broken. He’d kept telling her, time and again, that the next time he wouldn’t miss the big important things, that she was the priority in his life. And yet, time after time, he’s missed the birthday, the big promotion, the office party, Boxing Day, Bank Holiday, but this - this was quite possibly the worst.

She tried to tamp down the hints of anger roiling her stomach; anger wouldn’t make him come home. She had accepted long ago when they’d first started dating that sometimes his job would mean he’d miss a holiday here or there. And she was proud of all of his success. She didn’t begrudge him for what he did; only that it left her lonely on nights like these, when she wanted nothing more than to share the special moments with him.

She finally got up from the seat, tired of staring out the window and hoping. Taron wouldn’t be walking through that door no matter how long she watched for him, so she might as well get on with the rest of her plans. She had a pheasant and some cranberry sauce to prepare for dinner at her parents’ later that evening before church service.

She ground up some herbs for the dry rub, pounding them harder than was probably necessary, slapping them onto the bird and imagining if she were on a cooking show, someone might ask “What did that bird ever do to you?” But right now, that bird, not her husband, was the only thing in front of her, and so she took her frustration out on it. Once she was done dressing it, she wrapped it in foil, set it carefully in the roasting pan, and slid it into the pre-heated oven. She popped the cranberries in the sink to wash them off, tossing them about in the colander to make sure they were good and clean, and to get rid of any lingering stem bits. She dried her hands and sighed again, staring at the wall of the kitchen they had designed together, in the house they had dreamed about owning together, lost in thought.

A jiggling at the door brought her sharply back into reality. “Who’s there!” she called out, even though that was a stupid thing to say. She grabbed the cast iron skillet off the stove top and tiptoed around the kitchen to peek around into the hallway leading to the door, which swung wide open, letting a blast of snow in around a shrouded figure who stepped inside and quickly shut the door behind him, keys jangling in his hand as he lugged his suitcase around.

“Don’t you come any closer!” she gasped, holding out the skillet with both hands as if it were a lightsaber.

“What are you going on about? Babe, it’s just me,” Taron chuckled, pulling his hood down and shaking snow out of his hair. “I’m no stranger.”

“Well I wouldn’t know it as I haven’t heard from you all day,” Andi said, crossing her arms over her chest, the skillet still in her hand. “I just figured you weren’t coming home at all.”

“What? I … Of course I was coming home. The snowstorm buggered all the flight schedules up and I probably should have texted you but I guess I wanted it to be a surprise,” he replied sheepishly, taking a step toward her and watching her take a step back. “I wasn’t going to miss this,” he tried to explain. “I promised you.”

“Like all the other promises you’ve made and broken? All the other holidays I’ve celebrated alone?” Andi said with a huff, returning to the kitchen and slamming the skillet back down on the burner.

“I … deserved that,” Taron sighed, shedding his coat and kicking off his boots, leaving them to make a dripping mess in the hallway as the snow melted off. “I know you’re angry at me…”

“Really? What gave that away?” she asked tersely, knowing she was being unfair but unable to keep the pent-up irritation out of her voice.

“It’s Christmas Eve, hun. Can’t this argument wait until later?” Taron asked, holding his hands out in a peaceable manner, but Andi was having none of it.

“Until when, Taron? The next time I see you, in a goddamn month? Or maybe longer? How are we even having a relationship when you’re never here?” she said, running her hands through her hair, clearly upset. “It’s been like this for years. You keep telling me it will get better, but it only gets worse the more successful you get. And I love what you do, I’m so fucking proud of you, I am. But I don’t know how much longer I can take not being the priority in your life.”

She sniffed and turned away from him, facing the sink and rocking on her heels slightly as her tears fell off her cheeks and splashed down onto the cranberries still waiting to be stewed and mashed. Their fat grey tabby, Tibbs, peeked around the corner to see what the commotion was all about, stalking into the kitchen and weaving his way around Taron’s feet, looking for attention. They’d adopted Tiberius from the shelter a year ago, mostly to fill a void they’d so far been unable to fill.

“Babe...Andi… I’m so, so sorry. I had no idea you felt that way. After this project wraps up, I’ll make changes, I promise. And I’ll keep that one. You’re the most important part of my life, and that you don’t feel that way… I’ve failed you, somehow,” Taron spoke haltingly.

“It’s fine. I’m being irrational,” Andi said, wiping quickly at her face to try and scrub the tears away.

“It’s not okay, darling, at all,” he said, stepping closer as she turned back around to face him.

“This isn’t quite the reception I’m sure you hoped for. I am happy you’re home,” she said, trying not to sniffle again. “I’ve just missed you so much.”

“And gods, I’ve missed you too,” he said nearly in a whisper. “There hasn’t been a single night I didn’t think of you as my head hit the pillow, wishing you were next to me. I love filming, and I’m incredibly grateful to be able to do it, but I’d give it all up if that meant you’d be happy.”

“That’s not… what I’m asking for, Taron. God, I’d never make you choose between me and your job. That’s just silly. All I want is more of a balance, you know? Ever since Rocketman, it’s just been project after project and we’re lucky if we get a small vacation in between. And the scripts don’t stop coming, you know. There are boxes of them in the basement with your trophies. I can’t stand to look at them because they make me yearn for you more. I know you’re kind of a hot commodity right now, and I mean, why wouldn’t you be? Look at you…” she smirked at him lightly, making a show of looking him up and down playfully. “Everyone wants you, but I’m the one that gets to keep you. And I’m very lucky. I’m just tired of only having the in-between. Maybe it’s selfish, but I want more of you.”

“And you’ll have it darling,” Taron said, stepping forward until he could wrap his arms around his wife’s waist. “Once this project wraps, I’ll take a much-needed break. I haven’t signed on to anything after that, and yeah, maybe I’m just tired of it all too. Tired of the lonely nights, taking dinner by myself, watching telly and thinking how funny you’d find it too, if only you were with me. This has affected me too, and it can, and will, change,” he said, brushing away the hair that had fallen across her face. He leaned in and kissed her sweetly, and whatever anger she had been holding onto finally faded away as she tangled her fingers into his hair which had, admittedly, gotten a little too long.

They embraced a few minutes longer until Tibb’s indignant meow at being ignored broke the silence, making them both laugh. “So needy,” Taron chuckled, bending over to scratch Tibbs under the chin. The kitchen timer dinged, and he stood back up. “When’s dinner again?” he asked, as Andi raced to pull the pheasant out of the oven.

“In an hour and a half. Can you baste the bird while I get the berries started?” she asked.

“Of course. I’ll baste this bird within an inch of its life,” he smirked as she handed over the baster.

“You do realize it’s already dead, right?” she grinned, shaking her head at him. She dumped the cranberries in a saucepan and mixed in a cup of sugar and a couple twists of orange zest before setting it on the burner over low heat while Taron got the pheasant properly basted. He’d stuck his tongue out slightly as he concentrated, looking up and catching his wife gazing at him slightly.

“Yes?” he smiled at her, his eyes fairly twinkling at her.

“Oh, nothing. You’re just adorable, you know,” she couldn’t help but grin.

“In my travel clothes and everything?” he asked, raising that eyebrow she so loved again.

“What wife wouldn’t love seeing her husband helping out in the kitchen, hmmm?” she grinned, tossing the kitchen towel at him and making him just chuckle. He slid the pheasant back in the oven before going to get himself cleaned up and dressed in something more appropriate for a Christmas Eve dinner and service.

Andi busied herself with the cranberry sauce, watching the skin of the berries bursting, stirring occasionally and making sure it got to the right consistency. Taron returned, hair freshly combed, in black slacks and a grey pullover sweater, looking every bit as handsome and stealing her breath away.

“Your turn, love. I can finish up here,” he grinned, pulling her to him and giving her a sweet kiss before gently pushing her toward the stairs.

“You sure?” she asked.

“Just go,” he laughed. “I think I can handle a few cranberries.”

Andi smiled to herself before running upstairs. She dashed some makeup on and ran the hot iron through her hair before pulling on a nice green sweater over her grey skirt. She smoothed it down, her hands pausing slightly over her stomach. She pulled on some warm winter leggings because of how cold and snowy it was outside, and fastened one of the many sparkly necklaces Taron had gotten her over the years around her neck. She deemed her appearance good enough for her family and returned downstairs to find that Taron had already packaged the cranberry sauce in a bowl covered in foil and had transferred the pheasant to a nice baking dish.

“Everything’s ready to go, my love,” he smiled in that charming way he had. “We should probably head out if we’re to get there on time,” he said, checking his watch briefly.

“In a minute,” Andi said, sounding nervous for a moment. “I wanted to give you something first, before we go. Something that’s been waiting for you to get home.” She grabbed Taron’s hand and pulled him along to the Christmas tree in the living room, it’s white lights twinkling merrily among the pine boughs, red poinsettias offering a contrast of color against the silver bulbs. “Here,” she said, handing Taron a rectangular wrapped box and biting her lip.

“You want me to open it now?” he asked, and she nodded enthusiastically. He pulled the ribbon to undo it, dropping the string to the floor, where Tibbs pounced on it with gusto.

Taron slowly opened the hinged box and gasped slightly at the grainy black and white picture taped to the inside lid, and the positive pregnancy test nestled lovingly in tissue paper inside.

“Andi! You are… We are ... ?” he said, tears already springing into his eyes.

“I am,” she nodded, her eyes bright in the glow of the lights. “About 10 weeks now. I just had the ultrasound last week. I heard its little heartbeat. It’s really real this time, babe,” she said softly as he gathered her into his arms and peppered her face with kisses. “It’s why I needed you home so badly. I’ve very nearly told you on the phone every day this week,” she said, giggling along with her own tears.

“I’m going to be a dad,” Taron said, in total awe of his wife, pride shining in his eyes.

“There’s still a risk, of course, you know… We’ve lost the last two so quickly,” she said, both of their faces darkening at those painful memories. “But the doctor said everything looked perfect this time. So I’m daring to hope.”

“I think it’s high time that we were able to dream a little,” he agreed, inspecting the grainy black and white image more closely, tracing the little blob that was their baby with his fingers and looking completely overwhelmed.

“I wanted to tell you first, so I could surprise my mam and papa too,” she smiled.

“And tomorrow, my folks,” he grinned back at her, and she nodded excitedly.

“One step ahead of you, dear. I’ve already made them up surprise gifts,” she grinned, holding up the wrapped gifts as Taron chuckled, wiping at his eyes. “But we really should go now or everyone will start eating without us.”

They grabbed the food and gifts and loaded the car before heading across town, Taron driving carefully now that he had a precious baby to protect as well. They were welcomed into her family’s home, the smells of delicious homemade food wafting out into the evening air. They were both embraced with many hugs, from her mother and father, her sister Hannah and brother-in-law Jude. Andi’s sister was a mirror opposite of her, as naturally blonde as she was brunette, ice blue eyes to Andi’s deep chocolate brown ones.

“Let me help with those!” her father said, grabbing the bowl of cranberry sauce from her as Taron carried the pheasant into the kitchen. Her mum and sister helped with putting the gifts under the tree, and soon they were seated around the table, filling their bellies with good food and their hearts with plenty of laughter, reminiscing about past family Christmases and stories from when Andi and Hannah were little girls.

They went to Christmas Eve service next, and even if Taron wasn’t particularly religious, he didn’t mind sitting through the service with her family. It was important to her, and he supported that. Once they had retired back to the house, Andi and Taron’s secret nearly got spoiled when her mum ladled up cups of mulled wine for everyone. Andi took her cup hesitantly, realizing that if she declined her mam would instantly be suspicious. She shrugged to Taron, and set her cup on the sofa end table, where it would remain untouched for the rest of the night.

They gathered around to open presents, and Andi insisted on going first. Taron tried to stuff his nervous excitement down long enough to not spoil the surprise when she handed her parents both a gift. She’d explained on the car ride over what was in them, and they both waited in anticipation as her parents opened the gifts.

“What do I need this for?” her father asked, holding up a bib in a confused manner, but her mother instantly squealed when she held up a sippy cup. Hannah joined in the squealing and rushed over to hug Andi, as her dad was still utterly confused.

“She’s pregnant, dear!” Andi’s mom laughed, wiping happy tears away as her dad finally joined in with the celebration.

“I just thought this meant you all thought I was messy!” he chuckled, as they all excitedly talked over one another, her mother of course wanting to know a full run-down of all the details, some she hadn’t even managed to share with Taron. But he didn’t mind, just happy to see her excitement over it all; it was infectious, and everyone was just beaming over the good news.

They eventually got around to opening the rest of the gifts, though her sister quipped that there was no way to top that gift this year. The evening was a lovely time, but eventually it was time to say goodnight. They’d be driving to Aberystwyth in the morning to spend Christmas Day with Taron’s family, so getting some decent sleep was probably the best idea. Plus, Taron was fighting some serious jet lag at that point, hiding his yawns behind his hand and fooling no one.

“Best get you to bed, lover mine,” Andi giggled softly once they were seated in their car and headed home.

“Only if you’re right there with me,” he grinned, but kept his eyes on the road.

“No place I’d rather be, T,” she replied sweetly, running her fingers lightly over her belly. “So is it too soon to start thinking of names?” she laughed softly.

“I think we still have a little time for that,” he smiled in reply.

“But you’ll still have to return to the film again, and that’s going to be months before you’re done. This is why I told you how I felt, because things are really going to have to change now,” she added.

“And they will change. And I will be here for this little one, and for you. You’re not going to go through this alone. And if you need me to come home, at any point, I will, and the film schedule is just going to have to understand. I don’t want to miss these moments either,” he said, squeezing her hand. “We’ll figure out our way through it, I’ll wrap that film, and then you’ll have me for as long as we can stand before you send me off packing to work again,” he teased her.

“Oh please,” she rolled her eyes, but seemed happy with this commitment. They settled into a comfortable silence, Christmas tunes playing low on the radio until they gratefully parked at home. They unloaded their gifts and the dishes and made sure to refill Tibbs’ food and water dishes before heading upstairs to bed.

They brushed their teeth and changed into jammies and crawled in under the covers together. Taron pulled Andi sweetly to him, wrapping his arms around her, their legs intertwining, but they were both far too tired to do anything else even if the want was there, pulled tight like a string about to burst. Taron’s eyes were already drooping shut as he kissed his wife, both sweetly and passionately, the spark that had originally ignited in them years before still burning strong, steady and sure.

“I love you so much,” he murmured gently, their foreheads nearly touching as they laid on the pillow, gazing tiredly at each other. “Today couldn’t have been better, truly.”

“Aside from that part where you were running really late and I got pissed off and nearly threw a skillet at your head,” Andi joked lightly, and Taron cracked a smile.

“Nope, even that part was perfect because it was so painfully and utterly my strong-willed, independent, spirited wife. And those things I fell madly in love with you for, hook, line and sinker.”

“You’re such a romantic, babe,” she said dryly before giggling.

“And you know you love it,” he grinned, as she nodded and then yawned herself.

“Sleep?” she asked plaintively.

“Sleep,” he agreed with a nod, kissing her a couple of last times before they settled into their normal sleeping positions, feeling happy and over the moon with each other all over again. Andi couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow had in store for them, as she genuinely loved his family as much as her own. Though they didn’t spend a ton of time together over the year because of the distance, they still welcomed her in every time, and she absolutely adored his sisters. Seeing Taron interact with them had always made the part of her that wanted children ache a bit inside, but now, well, now things were about to change.

Taron was already softly snoring next to her, and she relished the sound, the warmth of his body next to hers, the way the bed leaned slightly so she’d sometimes roll into him, the way his arm would sometimes drift across her body even in his sleep, the sleepy smile and messy bedhead in the morning, even the kisses before either of them had brushed their teeth in the morning. He was perfect to her in every way, though he wasn’t perfect in and of himself. No one was, but they made each other stronger in their union, and that was what truly mattered.

Tibbs scratched at the door slightly, so she tiptoed across the hardwood and cracked the bedroom door open, letting him in. He jumped onto the bed and settled at their feet, maybe sensing things in their lives were about to change, maybe not. Andi sent a little Christmas wish up to the stars, hidden somewhere beyond the clouded sky, that everything with this pregnancy would go well, that this little miracle would be theirs to keep and cherish forever, as she slowly drifted off to sleep, ready for what Christmas Day would have in store for them.

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As thick as thieves, Chapter 23

TITLE: As thick as thieves

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 23

AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you were in the same school as Loki and you met when he saved you from bullies. You became the best of friends throughout secondary school, always getting up to mischief and into trouble. You both had a crush on one another when you were in your mid teens, but it never went further than an innocent kiss…

RATING: M

It had been a few weeks since Brian had kidnapped Josephine. She hadn’t had any more nightmares since Loki started giving her a lavender bubble bath to soothe her before bed. He’d also made dinner each night too for them both, or ordered a takeaway.

‘I’m starting to think that you are trying to fatten me up.’ Josephine smirked at Loki one lunch time.

They were at work, and as usual Loki had packed a lunch and they were in his office to eat.

Loki grinned wolfishly at her as she perched on his desk, him in his chair. ‘I need to make sure there is plenty of meat on your bones before I put you in my oven.’ He said cheekily, scooting his chair over and moving between her legs.

‘I wouldn’t fit in your oven.’ Josephine laughed, leaning down to press her forehead against his as his arms slid around her.

‘Hmm. Perhaps you’re right. Then again, you do taste delightful raw.’ Loki purred and captured her lips with his. He pulled her off the desk and onto his lap so she was straddling him, his hands slid down to hold her arse and he squeezed it, making her squeak.

He leaned back slightly and smirked, her lips were puffy and bright red from his rough kissing. He reached up and trailed his thumb across her lower lip, she flicked her tongue out against it teasingly and then sucked his finger into her mouth.

‘You taste good too.’ She grinned.

‘You are going to be the death of me, Josie.’ He growled. ‘I do believe we have yet to christen my desk… What do you say, fancy having a romp with the boss in his office?’ Loki wiggled his eyebrows at her, making her laugh.

Josephine slid off of his lap and turned to the desk. ‘It would be a shame not to christen this beautiful oak desk.’ She reached across and swiped her arm along it, attempting to swipe everything off and to the floor in the process.

Loki raised an eyebrow up at her as he watched, then smirked as there was a bit of paper at the end of the desk that failed to fall. Josephine looked and glared at the bit of paper as if it had offended her. She stretched over and swiped it away, but reaching over she fell onto the desk on her stomach so she tried to act like she meant to as she quickly rolled onto her side and leaned up on her elbow, trying to look sexy.

‘I’ve always wanted to do that.’ She grinned.

Loki couldn’t contain a laugh as he stood up and crawled onto the desk over the top of her. ‘So full of grace you are darling.’ Loki teased.

‘Shhh! It went movie perfect.’ Josephine giggled and grabbed his tie to pull him down closer to her.

‘Well let’s make our own kind of movie.’ Loki leaned down and kissed her, sliding his hands all over her body in the process. He slid his hand underneath her blouse and stroked up over her ribs, his fingertips left trails of goosebumps across her skin.

Josephine felt needy, she wanted him as in yesterday. But Loki was in no mood to rush, he wanted to take his time. To savour every moment with her. He dragged out the teasing as he caressed her body slowly and kissed her neck, driving her insane with desire.

He smirked against her skin, stilling his lips on her neck when he felt her arching up to grind herself against him.

‘Someone is needy today.’ He teasingly flicked his tongue out against her skin, rumbling in approval as he licked further down her collarbone.

Josephine just moaned in response. She knew when Loki was in a teasing mood there was no way of coaxing him out of it. Not until he actually got inside of her anyway. So she just had to go along with it.

Eventually Loki undressed her and she managed to undress him too. But he still took his time with the foreplay, using his devilish fingers to coax her to an orgasm by curling and twisting inside of her, only to keep her hanging right when she was at the very edge of release.

He whispered naughty words to her as she writhed beneath him wanting more. His alluring voice only making her even worse.

Loki struggled to keep composure, with the beauty underneath him. Her constant writhing and little moans that escaped from between her lips. His kisses grew hungrier over time and Josephine knew that he was slowly starting to lose his own will. As if the hardness pressed against her thigh wasn’t enough of a giveaway from the get go.

When Loki gave in and finally slid his length into her, they both fell into the pit of ecstasy. Their limbs wrapped around one another as Loki rocked into her, moving the desk in the process, sweaty bodies firmly pressed against one another.

Josephine bit down on his shoulder and dug her nails into his back, he felt so good as he filled her up. The way he was hitting so deep and because of his size he was stimulating her clit with each and every thrust, so it was no surprise when she came quickly. Loki felt the rush of her arousal cover his cock in such a delightful manner that he nearly lost all control. Almost. He managed to push her through her orgasm and work her up into another one before he joined her.

The two kissed and busied their tongues as they came together, not wanting to make too much of a noise with the other employees lurking outside of Loki’s office having their lunch.

Loki collapsed on top of her, the two panting in unison as their bodies stuck together.

After a few minutes to gather themselves together, Loki raised his head and smirked at Josephine. ‘Well… We are in a bit of a mess.’ He chuckled.

Josephine agreed, but tightened her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. She enjoyed feeling him on top of her in that way. She felt small, but not in a bad way. In a way where he was enveloping her with his body to protect her.

‘I love you.’ She whispered, trailing her fingers up and down his bare back.

‘I love you too, Josie.’ Loki whispered.

When the couple got home that night after work, it was the same ritual they had quickly fell into. Loki made dinner while Josephine fed little Loki and cleaned his litter tray. She then picked up Loki’s mail and put it on the counter, but that’s when she noticed there was a letter for her too.

She frowned as she picked it up, she knew by the envelope it was from the police. Her heart sank as she knew it would be about Brian.

Loki looked up from the cooker and saw the frown on her face. He rushed over and put his arm around her.

‘What is it?’ He asked, but then he looked to her hands and saw the envelope too.

Josephine gulped and opened the envelope. Her hands were shaking as she did so. Loki covered her hands with his large ones and he rubbed her back in soothing circles. Giving her the confidence she needed to read the letter.

Loki read it in time with her. But neither of them were sure whether to be relieved or not.

He was given a three year sentence, but it wasn’t to start until a years’ time. If he behaved and didn’t get into any trouble or go near Josephine then he wouldn’t have to serve his time. But effectively if he broke his bail terms then he would be arrested and immediately put into prison. He also had to carry out a years’ worth of community service.

Loki kissed her temple and pulled her into a hug.

‘I know having him behind bars right now would be the best to happen for you. But this way, he still cannot come near you without getting into trouble. If he does, he will be taken away straight away. And I will not let that happen anyway. You will not see him again.’ Loki assured her.

Josephine knew that he was right. That he would be in deep trouble if he did break his terms. But it still made her feel uneasy knowing he was still out there. Then again, there was still a tiny part of her that hoped he would change his ways and realise what he did. That he would change and forget about her, move on with his life. As long as she didn’t have to see him again.

‘I will need to contact my lawyer to find out about getting the divorce. I don’t want to be connected to him for any longer. The sooner it happens, the better.’ Josephine sighed and turned her face into Loki’s chest.

Loki nodded in agreement. ‘You should call her first thing in the morning. Get the ball rolling. It should be easy enough with what happened and his sentencing.’

‘Yeah. Then I can move on and forget about these last few years.’

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