#it was the most tender innocent gesture and somehow i have never felt so loved. not even falling asleep naked wrapped around a lover

[malice-ov-mercy]

“You’ve broken me. All I can think about is you.”

Pairing: incubus!Adam De Micco x unnamed OFC

Content Warnings: mentions of death/dying, mentions of life/soul transferring (???), (im not entirely sure how to tag any of this to be completely honest)

Word Count: 600

Prompt from this list

“You’ve broken me. All I can think about is you.”

A/N: kind of a continuation of Adam’s Version. Also kind of just a mish mash of words.

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“You’ve broken me. All I can think about is you.”

A statement that was more like a plea, I stood firm, willing away the unpleasant feeling coursing through blood. Until now, I’d never feared Adam. Other than being a demon, he’d never given me reason.

Sinfully beautiful and dripping with faux innocence, his smile blinded me.

“My sweet lamb, that’s entirely the point.” His voice held no remorse or sympathy for the way he’s ruined me.

I suppose I can’t blame him because he’s right. Adam’s sole purpose is to wreak havoc, make me helpless, crazed, and so reliant on him that I become involent. He’s to strip me not only of clothes, but my humanity and will so I’m less inclined to resist the inevitability of my demise. Seduction was an art, and by the Devil, Adam was a master.

Naive I may be to think I’ve somehow had a positive influence on him, this creature of dark nightmares, but I hadn’t given up hope yet. I was bought, a purchased good, but I still believed that somewhere in the depth of his demonic heart and the place where his soul used to be that he cared for me—more than he’d admit.

He stole less of my life every visit. Often, he’d bring me morsels of others to replenish what he stole. Did that make me the same as him? I didn’t feel any different.

“You let me feast on you, allow me the pleasure of returning the gesture. You taste better when you're alive and full.” He’d say, pouring essence into me. Those kisses and intimate moments were my most cherished. He was most tender and lovingly giving me life.

Perhaps Adam was lying to himself like I was myself. He’s been this way for longer than he can remember. Maybe he’s just forgotten what it’s like to love. He’s capable of it, I’m sure.

I knew my fate was sealed the second he appeared in my unconscious mind. Death would sing her hauntingly beautiful melody and soon I would have to join her.

“I’m not sure how much more I can offer you, Adam,” I confessed. Clouds obstructed the soft sky blue of his eyes, hiding his intentions—something that’s never happened before.

“There’s… enough.” He didn’t sound convinced. “As long as you keep accepting my offerings.”

I memorized every crack and print of his lips, could draw a perfect replica if or if not my life depended on it, but—

This was nothing like any of the others we’d shared. Pieces of me instantly broke apart and flowed easily to him the second we connected. Not now. I didn’t feel the familiar yet odd tingle of another’s life filling me. I felt… an unusual heat, like the beginnings of an eternal fire. It spread through me quickly, delightfully burning from the inside out.

Dizzy and lightheaded, I clung desperately to him, unashamed of my desire. His tongue ran across my bottom lip, asking for a taste of mine. I sold myself to him, he no longer had to ask, I was his forever—but still he always asked and I swooned all the same, like I always did.

A harsh sting of teeth piercing my neck pulled a pained moan from me that quickly dissipated to one of pleasure.

“A sweet little lamb,” Adam rasped against my skin, his breath fanning the fire he started, “once so perfect, so pure, sent herself to slaughter.”

I threaded my fingers through his silken tousled curls, overwhelmed with arousal.

“What is a wolf to do when he can’t kill his prey?”

#adam de micco x ofc #adam de micco fanfiction #adam de micco fanfic #adam de micco fic #lorna shore fanfiction #lorna shore fanfic #lorna shore fic

[lonelythimble]

the oldest pianos were made of ivory.

though my bone is not nearly so thick

as that of the old giants,

i will peel back my skin

trying to find myself under the weight of it all.

then, will you hold my hand,

piano player? will you rest your nimble fingers

over my sorry skeleton?

#my hand was held the other day and i am so touch starved i have not been able to think about anything else #it was the most tender innocent gesture and somehow i have never felt so loved. not even falling asleep naked wrapped around a lover #i do not need romantic love for fulfilment in my life anymore and it has allowed me to be happy #i am free and the taste of this meaningless gentility is so much less threatening and so much sweeter #poetry #original poem #poets on tumblr #romantic poetry #poem #love poem #spilled ink #dermatillomania #pianos

[mitsubitchiee]

Sweet and Spicy lol

Pairing: Mammon x f!MC

Cw: smut (pretty vanilla), afab mc

Summary: porn w/o plot. but like, loving and soft porn? Lots of feelings and making each other feel good.

Preface: So! I didnt finish it. I started writing this like... 4 months ago? lmaooo i dunno if ill ever complete it at this point?? But i alrd wrote like 3000 words of it so i thought ill just post it like this. Just heads up, it cuts off pretty abruptly in the middle of spicy times hdhsh Its also not edited ofc. Ill use the fact that im not usually a writer as an excuse for this jssgp

Mammon’s bedroom door closed behind them as the two walked into the space, her feet headed straight to the couch in the middle of the room. She let out a yawn, stretching her arms just about ready to flop onto the sofa when she felt arms wrapping around her middle. Sighing, she leaned into the heat pressing against her back, resting one hand on his and the other combing through his hair. Mammon had his head buried in her shoulder, taking in her scent that had always soothed him. 

“Thanks for having my back down there… What would I do without ya?” His voice was muffled by her shoulder but she heard him loud and clear as she felt soft lips pressing against the skin near the base of her neck. She hummed. “Just another day, right?” she chuckled, turning in his arms to face him. He was tired. It was one of those days when it was all too much for him, the witches, his work and his brother’s relentless insults. 

Most days he could take it, he would  take it, whether it was because he knew he deserved it or because he was just so used to it, he wasn’t sure. But something changed when she came. She showed him kindness that he had never really been treated to before. She touched him so gently, so lovingly and he didn't know how to take it. When she kissed him, he could’ve sworn he still had his angel wings fluttering behind him. He had never noticed just how tired he was. He never stopped to see how the insults had really affected him until she came. Until she brought the whole world around him to a stop and made him feel like the center of her universe. She looked at him like he was the most precious treasure in all three realms and she cried at the scars that he didn't even notice he had. And then he couldn’t stop noticing it. He felt it every time he was insulted and every time the witches extorted him, every time someone took advantage of him. He learned to recognise it, and every time he does, he just wants to be in her arms. He wants to be held and to be doted on and cared for and ...loved. And he loved her with every fiber of his being, even when he knows he isn’t good at showing it, even when he doubts that he is worthy of loving her, he could never push her away. He would take whatever she was willing to give him even if it's just - 

“You okay?”

Mammon hadn’t noticed how he was leaning onto her hand that was holding his cheek. She saw his face turn into the familiar shade of red as he nodded. She smiled, giving him time to speak. “Can I…” his eyes averted and she had a feeling she knew what he wanted, but let him finish anyway. “...can i kiss you?” Her smile grew and she felt her heart grow in her chest. He had never made a move without her consent, never without asking and maybe that was the reason she felt so safe with him. But she needed him to know that he could ask for or initiate affection whenever he needed. She gently pushed his cheek to get him to look at her before closing the distance between them. As their lips met he felt the breath that he had been holding escape in a sigh, melting into the touch. He felt her hands snaking into his hair, pleasantly scratching his scalp the way she knew he liked. His hand that was resting on her waist made its way to the nape of her neck, cradling her head that was tilted up to reach him. In that moment he felt an immense wave of love flood over him. This human, this tiny, fragile human was the source of his comfort. His human was there, standing on her tiptoes to reach him, hands combing his hair to soothe him, kissing him as if to tell him everything is alright and there's nothing but the two of them in this universe. 

He bent down more than he already had, letting her feet rest comfortably on the ground. Without breaking the kiss, he gently guided her to the back of his sofa, lifting her to sit on it. She squeaked a bit in surprise before pulling back with a laugh. Both of her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him there with his forehead on hers. “Did that make you feel better?” She nuzzled her nose against his, feeling the delightful breath of air that escaped him when he chuckled. “Not yet. I might need one more” his tone was playful, but his eyes were genuine and almost pleading. With a hum, she connected their lips again, revelling in the feeling of his lips against hers, tasting hints of whatever sweet desert they both had after dinner. Teeth grazed her bottom lip, biting gently on the soft flesh, asking for permission. Mammon was never the quietest even in tender moments like these. Her head spins at the sounds of contentment he makes no matter how many times she had heard it before. In the heat of the moment, she couldn’t help her own whimper and she found herself rotating her head, wanting more of him. Her hands travel down his chest, caressing his sides. A growl escaped his throat, feeling his greed slowly growing inside him. He wanted more. 

The two separated, gasping for air but a smile was plastered on their faces, eyes half lidded and pupils blown. “Mammon…” she bit her lip where he had done so before, her hands tugging at his leather jacket, urging him to get it off. He chuckled, pleased at her eagerness, letting his jacket pool on the floor under him. He basked in the way she ran her hands down from his shoulder to his exposed arms and finally to his hands which she took to her lips, placing kisses on his knuckles. He swallowed, somehow more flustered by this innocent gesture than the make out session they were just having. She loves me. The thought sent him reeling and his heartbeat picking up. He watched her hands reaching to the back of his neck, pulling him closer so that she could nibble on the soft skin on the base, pecking anywhere she could reach. Fuck, she loves me. Trailing up his neck, she gave a teasing tug to his earlobe with her teeth, kissing the spot right after. She really-

“I love you” her voice was a whisper right against his ear, effectively knocking the air out of his lungs. He grunted, eyes shut tight, forehead pressing against her shoulder. He couldn’t handle this. “Ya drive me crazy, y’know that?” Before she could answer, he picked her up and carried her to his bed. She giggled, holding on to him tight before she felt herself being placed on the bed, her back resting against the headboard. Her eyes locked on to his as he made his way closer to her. “I love ya too” he grinned, settling down with his legs straddling her thighs, making sure he doesn’t rest his full body weight on her. Being so close, it took all he had within him to not take her right then and there, but he had to be sure she wanted it too. As if reading his thoughts, she guided his hand to rest on the skin just under her shirt, sighing at his coldness on her warm skin. She brought her face close to his so that he could feel the words she would say. “Then show me,”. At that, he let go of his restraints and let himself indulge in the desire to touch her, to taste her and to let her know just how much he loved her. 

A chaste kiss quickly turned heated as he felt her hands roaming his body. The soft caress of her fingertips on the skin of his abdomen sent shivers running down his back and he couldn’t help the sound that came from his throat. He pulled away from the kiss, bringing his lips to her jaw, down her neck before separating to let her pull his shirt off. One of her hands rested on his waist, drawing circles with her thumb while the other traced the outline of his jaw. “You’re perfect, Mammon” she sighed, taking in the sight in front of her. Mammon huffed, not knowing how to respond except to go back to kissing her neck. He nibbled and bit into the spot he knew has her gasping each time and sure enough, she gasped, her hands gripping his waist trying to ground herself. He drank in all of her sharp inhales, her sighs and her whimpers as his hand traveled up her tummy, circling to her back and tugging on the clasps of her bra, getting them loose. A moan ripped through the air when his hands cupped one of her breasts, teasing her nipple. The sound egging him on even more, finally pulling her shirt and bra off, tossing them away. 

“Gorgeous” He breathed, continuing his trail from her collarbones, hands roaming her top half, not wanting an inch of skin to be left untouched. She didn’t bother covering up her sounds, knowing just how much he liked hearing them. His growing erection didn’t go unnoticed as she cursed under her breath, feeling him harden against her. Her hand slipped in between their two bodies to feel the bulge over his jeans and she bit her lip, feeling herself getting excited by the thought of him. Mammon whined, rutting against her hand begging for more friction. His lips didn’t stop their descent down her front even as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, trying to pull them down impatiently. He slipped out of them swiftly, tossing them away. Before he could do the same to hers, she had wrapped her fingers around his length, causing him to hiss. Slow strokes up and down his cock had him gritting his teeth, a hand resting on the headboard beside her head to support himself and another gripping her shoulder. “Fuck, babe” He moaned her name as her hands stroked the head of his cock deliciously. “So pretty, Mammon.” He had his lips slightly parted, pretty sounds escaping from it, eyes intoxicated and his beautiful toned body bare, just for her. It’s a view she could never get tired of. 

With a grunt, he pulled away from her touches, panting lightly, ignoring the throbbing in his member from the sudden absence of friction. “Let me make ya feel good first” he looked into her eyes, searching for even the smallest bit of discomfort but all he saw was her nodding, her lips pulled into a shy smile. "Mmh, please" she sighed as cool air made contact with the skin of her bottom half once Mammon helped her out of her pants and underwear. With a little ushering from his hand, she spread her legs, feeling both embarrassed and excited by him being able to see all of her. A hand slid down her folds and she could feel herself tighten from that touch alone. Heavy breaths escape her as he traced up and down, thoroughly soaking his fingers with her wetness. "Fuck, you're this wet already" Mammon growled, feeling himself twitch at the thought of her getting so wet because of him. Only him. He prodded at her entrance before feeling his finger almost being sucked into her heat. He curled his finger, searching for the spot she liked best. "S-shit" her head was thrown back, grunting at the feeling of his long finger inside her knowing just where to hit. Another finger was pushed in and she swore her fingers could never do what he did to her. He kept his pace slow, focusing on her reactions wanting to pleasure her more. 

Shifting his position, he brought his face near her core and she could feel his breath so close to her. He licked a stripe from her entrance up to her clit, moaning at her taste and the loud gasp that he heard coming from her. "Mammon…" she felt her walls clenching on his fingers as he continued to lick her clit over and over, her hand tightly gripped on his hair and pushing her hips up to grind against him more. His tongue drove her crazy, flicking and sucking at the sensitive bundle of nerves all the while his fingers rubbing at the sensitive spots inside her. He feasted on her like it was his last meal, greedy for more of her sounds and eager to please. The fingers inside her never stopped pumping in and out, gaining speed over time. “Y-your tongue, fuck!” the hand she had on his head pushed down, a silent beg for him not to stop. He felt her walls tighten as she sang his name, cumming around his fingers. Mammon made sure to catch a glimpse of her face as she came, before slowly pulling out of her heat. He sat up and pressed his palm over her hole, still feeling her throb and easing her out of the orgasm. “That’s it, baby. Ya taste so fucking good” 

She opened her eyes as she calmed down, seeing him lick off the mess she made around his mouth. A wave of affection took over her as she pulled on his arm, guiding him closer before joining their lips together. She tasted herself on him as his tongue met hers. Mammon felt his chest being pushed gently and he pulled away. Next thing he knew, he was on his back and she was on top of him, peppering kisses down his chest. He writhed at the words of praise that were whispered against his skin. “You’re so good to me, Mammon. You know just how to make me go crazy for you” her hand was already on his dick, stroking slowly up and down. She hummed, pleased at how hard he had gotten, feeling her mouth start to water. 

A kiss to the tip of his leaking head had him groaning, propping himself up on an elbow to look at her. His other hand combed through her hair, gesturing how good she was being as her lips parted around his cock, sucking and licking the head. Her tongue traced back and forth along the bottom of the head before taking more of him into her. He was big. So big her jaw opened near its limits when she took him in and out of her mouth. She stroked the length that she couldn’t fit, feeling a little irritated at not being able to take all of him. With a groan she shifted her position so that his cock was angled straight to her throat. Mammon watched her intently and his breath hitched as he realised what she was doing. He sat up so that he was resting on his ass instead of his elbow. She took him into her mouth again, all the way to the back, wiggling her head to get him deeper, to have all of him inside her. His hands clutch at the sides of her head, assisting her down to the base, his cock twitching at how eager she is to take him. The press of his cock at the back of her throat made her eyes water, but the loud moans that left Mammon made her want to keep it there. She looked up at him, mouth still filled, and he felt his pride swell at the sight of her. “Holy shit, baby. Ah... You’re taking me so well- mmmh... fuck” His voice was hoarse and he spoke between moans. She bobbed her head in shallow movements, loving the way he bucked his hips and moaned praises her way. 

She lifted her head slowly, coughing as she pulled out before looking up at him, licking her lips. “Yummy,” her voice was rough and she was breathing heavy to catch her breath. He took her face into his hands, brushing back the stray hairs stuck to her forehead. “My good girl, taking all of me like that. You’re so good to me” Feeling a gush of wetness escape her at his words, she climbed on top of his lap, rubbing herself on his cock earning her a low growl from Mammon. Their lips meet again in a passionate kiss, needy, greedy for each other. Her pussy felt so awfully empty, desperate for him. “Mammon...please, i need you” in any other situation she would have been embarrassed at the desperation in her whine, but she couldn’t bring herself to care about that right then. Mammon wanted so badly to be inside her too, he only growled in response before guiding his tip to her entrance. She slowly sinks herself onto him, back arching, mouth gaping and hands clutching his shoulders to keep balance. A drawn out moan escaped her when her hips were flush against his. He had his face buried in the crook of her neck, cursing at the tightness around him. For a moment they were still, relishing in the feeling of being connected, arms wrapped around one another, bodies pressed against each other, pure bliss. His lips scrambled to find hers, his feverish need for more only slightly satiated from the kiss.

Use your imagination for the rest ;) ⭐ ...i am so sorry but i did warn you it was gonna end abruptly

#mammon smut #obey me smut #obey me thirst #obey me mammon #yeah... idek what to say... #i tried to write smth ok!!! that counts for smth right? #o-<-< #mitsu's thirsty

[yeojaa]

GIRL we need a devil in a new suit drabble where jungkook gets jealous pls bless us😭😭❤️

[ read devil in a new suit ]

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.  rating.  explicit.  tags.  kook being hilarious and naive, reader being a little frustrated but head over heels, smut in the form of:  titty sucking (kook is a big boob guy in this), cunnilingus, kook wanting to love you forever.  wc.  2.1k.  author note.  i am... so in love with this couple so what was meant to be a “kook gets jealous and breaks reader’s back” turned into... this.

Jeon Jungkook doesn’t get jealous.  Not because he doesn’t care, or he’s unaffected, or any other negative connotation under the sun.  He doesn’t because he’s him, too soft and sweet and silly to believe the worst in people.  (This, coming from the man who’d steered clear of dating apps and blind dates because he was worried he’d be hurt.)

Once, you’d been waiting for him to pick you - he’d been running late, dinner with his parents and younger sister - and he’d found you chatting politely to an old fling of yours.  Well, maybe not so old.  A recent fling, a friend of sorts.  Someone who’d swanned into your life during your college years and had remained there ever since, popping his head in from time to time. 

You’d always been on good terms, caught up for lunch every six months or so when he’d return home from his overseas job.  In the past, you’d found familiarity in the shape of his hands, the neon outline of his almond eyes and pouting lips.  He was good in bed, as charming between the sheets as he was on the street.

But your heart belonged to Jungkook now - had, before you’d even realised it - and Taewoo was just another guy.  Another face in a crowd.

Still, you’d thought your beloved boyfriend would have some sort of reaction.  Maybe a quirk of his perfectly groomed brows, a certain tightness belying his displeasure in the softly peaked bow of his mouth.  You’d spied neither after extracting yourself from the hug and waving goodbye.  Jungkook had been sunshine and sweetness, opening your door for you and stamping a kiss to your cheek.  

That night, he’d loved you how he always had, with you crying his name and making a mess of his sheets.

Another time, you’d been at a work function.  One of those ridiculous galas you loved, full of women in their highest heels and men in their swankiest watches.  (You’d worn Aquazzura that night, Jungkook with an Audemars Piguet loose around his wrist.)  

He’d stuck close to your side, far more interested in the way your dress hugged your figure, cut intimidatingly high over your thigh and revealed the swell of your ass at juuuust the right angle.  Yejin had been the only one to tear him away, insisting on shots that you knew she couldn’t handle.  Anything went if free booze was involved.

Thirty minutes later - give or take, since you hadn’t had a watch of your own on - your boyfriend had returned, flushed and adorable.  There’d been a garden of colour creeping over the expanse of his chest, peeking around the collar of his shirt and disappearing into his neatly tousled strands.  He’d giggled his way back to you, somehow completely oblivious to the man that’d found you at your table and settled himself into the spot labelled Jeon Jungkook.

The imposter had been affronted, gaze narrowed at the younger man who was a little too loose, a little too smiley.  Wholly out of place at an event like this, where people spent too much time up their own asses, noses held aloft and business cards exchanged.  

(One of the reasons you loved Jungkook so much.  He was a breath of fresh air in a world you thrived in - found humour in, at the very least - carrying you high above the clouds with the sound of his laughter.)

“Hi, baby.”  Your darling boy smothered you in kisses, traced them up and over the exposed expanse of your shoulder, nosing against your skin, utterly unbothered by the man shooting him daggers, wishing him ill from the spot he’d wrongly claimed.  

Of course, he’d thought Jungkook was making a point - claiming what was his - but that was so far from the truth you’d almost laughed when he’d spoken, voice carrying above the slightly laboured breaths of your lover.  “I guess that’s my cue to leave, huh?”

You’d smiled, nodded with a hand threaded into cornsilk curling over Jungkook’s nape.  “Looks like it.”

(Then your idiot love - your big-hearted moron, your doe-eyed baby - had come up for air, cheek resting in the palm of his hand.  “Where’s your friend?”  He’d asked, eyes so wide you couldn’t doubt the sincerity of his question.)

Such was the kind of person Jungkook was, with an unwavering belief in the goodness of others, a silver thread outlining everyone’s silhouette.  You sometimes wondered what it would take to drive him to any sort of displeasure, any sort of emotion beyond quiet melancholy (seldom seen but heavily felt, when the rare occasions rose) or easygoing amicability (his default setting).  Not that you’d ever push to see that, of course.

You were happy.  Hopelessly in love.  You wouldn’t have traded him for the world - couldn’t even fathom doing anything to hurt him.  

And yet, you discover albeit by accident - it’s really not that hard.  All it takes is a pretty girl.

“This looks incredible,”  she says, standing close, long dark hair falling in a fluid curtain down the line of her back.  It’s the loveliest shade, cool-toned beneath the boutique lights, and reflects colour like a waterfall.  You’d complimented her on it when you’d stepped into the fitting area, a handful of hangers set across the rolling rack.

Fingers smooth over embroidery, revelling in the feeling of it over your skin.  It’s a beautiful thing, black tulle that hangs to your fingertips.  Not Jungkook’s preferred style - he much prefers harnesses and so many straps it might as well be a cat’s cradle - but you think he loves it nonetheless. 

(You’d confirm, but he’s been stoically silent, seated in the plush chair tucked beside the privacy partition, normally soft gaze hard and trained on his phone.  He doesn’t seem very much in the mood to talk, hardly reacting with each outfit change.  A nod here, a smile there.  Not even the most scandalous of the options - a black corset decorated in Leavers lace - had elicited his usual enthusiasm.)  

“You think so?”  You’re not insecure about your body - know what it looks best in, which assets to play up.  Still, it’s nice to hear from someone other than your doting boyfriend, the people caught in your orbit.  

The sales associate nods, beams at you in the multiple mirrors.  A hand of her own drifts over the thin strap of the slip - an innocent gesture that dislodges wayward strands of hair from beneath.  “Of course— and I’m not just saying that because I’m trying to sell it.” 

You nod, satisfied.  Even if Jungkook doesn’t seem ecstatic, your own joy makes up for it, buyer’s delight spilling over.  “I’ll take the satin robe, the blush silk set, and this in the violet.”  

“Great choices,”  she hums, pulling back the curtain to the adjoining change room to allow you privacy.  Silence follows as you slip the delicate number off, returning it to its hanger.  You don’t expect when the brunette continues speaking - presumably to your surprisingly surly boyfriend.  “Don’t you agree?” 

“Yep.”  He’s never been a man of few words, usually so full of excitement that he rambles when he doesn’t mean to.  

It’s a dead giveaway - a confirmation that something’s wrong.

Unfortunately for you, you don’t have time to broach the subject, your purchases already paid for and a firm hand on the small of your back the moment you’ve stepped out of the dressing stall.  “Jungkookie?”  You mean it quietly, just for the two of you, but falter when he slots his fingers between yours and all but tugs you out of the boutique.  You hardly even have a chance to toss the helpful girl an apologetic smile, imposing glass swinging shut behind you.

“Men—men are fine.  I don’t have to worry about them.”  There’s a confidence you’re so proud to see, turning his words as solid as the weight that rests against your hip, sears burning heat into your bared skin.  “No other man is going to love you better than me.  But women?”  A shudder runs the length of his imposing frame, tugs his shoulders up to his ears and tingles the small of his back.  “Women are scary.”  (It’s a sentiment he’s echoed in the past.  In particular, months ago when you’d insisted he dive into the dating scene.)

Hands thread through his too-soft strands, twirl the ends around your fingers as he speaks, nearly muffled into the crook of your shoulder.  He’s being so tender, giving you all the love he has to offer as he writes his insecurities into your skin, offers them with the wet of his tongue.

“A woman might sweep you off your feet and steal you away.”

You laugh then - sound snapping past your teeth before you can tuck it away.  It filters loudly into the baies scented candle you’d lit when you’d gotten into his apartment.  

Jungkook whines in response - a terribly endearing sound that makes you roll your eyes but only with affection (always with that) - and buries his face into your tits, sucking your nipple into his mouth with complete disregard for the tulle that acts as a barrier.  Saliva stains the material, makes it stick to your hardened bud as he laves over it with his tongue - bites surprisingly gently - and tugs it just hard enough to have you keening.

“S-s’not funny,”  he huffs, palming your other breast in his broad tattooed palm.  When he continues, he bites into you like he’s got a personal vendetta against whatever lies beneath your flesh.  “She was flirting with you.”  

It’s less of a sigh of annoyance - more sensual, drowning in need.  “She was not.”

He nips at the delicate flesh again, spreads crimson marks all across the sensitive skin until it’s a mosaic beneath the fabric, his finest work painted by his second favourite brush.  “That’s what you think but she was.”  The hand previously kneading your skin drops, flat of his palm sliding easily over your bare pussy.  

There’s zero hesitation when he slots his fingers on either side of your clit, catches the delicate pearl against the webbing of his hand and applies pressure that has you bucking beneath him.  It’s not nearly as aggressive as he normally is but it’s just as good, paired with the sinful motions of his tongue and teeth. 

“She wants to be the one doing this,”  he continues, saliva pooling across your chest, slipping into the valley of your breasts only to be licked up by the flat of his tongue.  He continues even once you’re clean, skin sticky and a little gross but so erotic it makes you quiver.  Then he descends, pushes the hem of your new slip higher, and licks another stripe from the joint of your thigh up to your belly button.  Repeats it again, moving lower with each pass until he’s sucking your clit into his mouth.  “She wants to be the one tasting this pretty, pretty pussy.”

You reach for his hand - the one somewhere near your ribs, side of his wrist soothing against the ladder of bones - and tangle your fingers together as he drives you mad, tip of his tongue switching between sweet kitten licks and tantalising figure eights.

“Baby,”  you coax, reprimand almost.  Jungkook’s never this lenient, never this sweet on you (not inside the bedroom, at least).  It brings you to a different high, his love folded into lovely origami cranes you tuck into your pockets and the spot you’ve carved out for him within your chest.

“Sing for me, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t mean literally - refers instead to the sound of your voice when it leaps three octaves, bounces between sultry and singed, burnt at the edges by the fire he brings to life. 

“Tell me you’ll never leave me.”  Despite how the words muffle, come broken between the glide of his tongue within your fluttering walls, you can hear the sincerity in them.  The earnestness that begs you to promise him this simple thing.  “Not for her.  Not for anyone.”  

“I won’t leave you,”  you answer, threading the vow between your fingers as if they’re the thread binding your love story together.  “Not for her - not for anyone.”

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[insufferablelust]

Hi!! I have a fic request if you’re still taking them. Reader has always been really flirtatious with spencer but he’s never taken it seriously because she’s younger than him. Reader calls spencer daddy or sir kind of jokingly but spencer get’s really turned on. This would be post-prison so he won’t hold back. He’s all like you don’t know who you’re playing with😡 you act so tough but can’t even take it !! And she is obviously exited and her bratty ass eggs him on.

Holy shit, this fic is 3,7k words long and i’m so proud of it like fuck, i’m so tempted on making a series based on this cause i got the plot line figured out, tell me if you would like a sequel or continuation of this because honestly i have some ideas gshsj! anyway its filthy.

Warnings : Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, post prison spencer, filthy smut, rough sex, daddy kink, rough spencer, pain kink, masochism, spit play, pet names (bunny, little girl, princess etc), big age gap (but reader is NOT UNDER AGE/A MINOR), degradation by name calling, slight exhibitionism, just filthy rough smut with fluffy after care! please read at your own risk.

MASTERLIST.

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If there’s one word that could describe your relationship with Spencer Reid, that would be playful. Playful as in you’ll try to be flirtatious just to watch the deep pink warmth spreading over the doctor’s cheeks. You always considered yourself to be playful maybe it was fitting for your age seeing that you both have a pretty noticeable age gap but, anyone who knows you would know that too.

It started as a small competition between the two of you, finding each other’s quirks and similarities just for the sake of teasing and taunting each other— enjoying your effects on one another. But for you, it was so much more, despite being playful you’re also prone to falling in love quickly, even more so when it’s someone like Spencer Reid; how could you not? from the way his lip twitched whenever he’s thinking, or the way his demeanor changes whenever he interrogated an unsub, or just how he simply himself. You are falling for Spencer Reid, and you’re falling hard.

Imagine your surprise after a couple of drinks at the bar with your teammates, that you let it slip, of course it was mainly the buzz talking, but you know what they said about a drunk man who tells the tell tale truth. The moment you let the seemingly innocent word past your lip, your drunken haze could see how his jaw twitched, feel how his breathing changed, and most definitely, feeling the tension grew thicker and thicker— excitement and nervousness seeped into your skin that has you writhing inside.

“I’m sure you knew that much, given your age, daddy.”

You swear you didn’t do it on purpose, it was just one of those slip ups that for you, coincidentally saying daddy in front of someone you— not only admire but have a major crush on, and for sure would call daddy, if you were together. But you weren’t, you both were only teammates, and flirtatious friends that somehow ended up in this awkward yet exciting situation because your mouth couldn’t let your fuzzy brain to think it through.

“Oh, god. I’m really really sorry i was just— i was truly just indicating that.. that you know! um i think i’ve had too much drinks tonight— maybe i should find em-“ before you could finish your messy apology and an excuse to find Emily, you felt the tender burning sensation across your throat.

It was his palm, pressed ever so delicately yet alarmingly on your throat, his thumb grazing along your pulse as if its telling you to stop talking or he will press against your windpipe. Your surroundings became blurry as you focused on the only thing that matters; him. His breath so close to you, his warmth electrocuted your veins, and his touch— god his touch on your throat burns and melts you.

“Shut up for once, little girl. Have you got any idea how much trouble this pretty lips of yours would get you?”

His voice was venomous as it rang up your ears, spreading over your core like you were an open flame to sacrifice. You tried to speak, tried to reply with a snarky reply or something to save your dignity, but the only thing your mouth could let out was a, “sorry..” that caused him to chuckle with amusement, gripping your jaw tightly,

“I think you’re missing something there,” He whispered lowly, eyes sharp on yours. You shuddered at the gesture, feeling your knees buckled as you answered; voice barely a whisper, “Sorry, daddy.”

“What was that, bunny? didn’t quite catch that.” He pressed his thumb tighter on your skin that were sure would leave some nice deep purplish marks. So you replied louder, though your voice were shaky and pathetic, “Sorry, daddy!” earning yourself a soft graze across your lips and a hum from Spencer.

“I would say that you’re a good girl but you aren’t, aren’t you?” He tilted your chin then, making sure your eyes locked with his as he scoffed, “No, you’ve been so bratty. Teasing me, all this time huh? thinking you could just push every button? slutty minx like you get nothing.”

You let out an obscenely loud mewl, and stomp your feet, causing him to growl possessively against your neck, biting the soft skin lightly, “Quiet, you want the team to know how insatiable you are?” He grunts, the back of his palm went to slap your cheek softly causing you to gasp, “No, daddy.”

“Good. Now, go tell Emily that you’re coming home with me.” He patted your reddened cheeks before tilting his head.

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the drive back to your place had been quiet, you were too nervous and buzzed to say anything, and he was enjoying it— the way you squirmed in anticipation and the way you keep stealing glances at him.

You jumped suddenly when you feel the electrifying warmth on your thigh, noticing that it was in fact Spencer’s palm gripping the soft supple skin, tender whimpers escaped your lips as you feel his fingers crept up your thighs slowly up and down.

“Choose a word,” He said simply, eyes stilled on the road ahead as his palm knead the inside of your thigh, leaving crescent marks at it’s wake. “What? i-Oh! don’t understand..” You whined as you feel his fingers grazing against your panties.

“For your safe-word pet, choose a word, or i swear to god i will do more than just making your ass purple, i’ll make sure you can’t walk.”

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The word you chose was lilac, having no idea your favorite shade of purple could mean so much to you now.

After the tense 20 minute drive, you both arrived at your place, you were almost fully sober then left for the lingering buzz behind your neck that might just be from the fact that you were turned on. The way your fingers trembled as you tried to open your front door sets the idea of just how nervous you are, especially with Spencer’s looming figure behind you, watching your every move— imprinting them inside his mind with his touch ghosting above your skin as if he’s dancing on top of them.

When you finally get the door open, you let out a deep breath and let him in muttering a small, “welcome to my palace!” jokingly. Yet, when you looked behind you, you could see just how mad he was but most importantly— just how much he wanted to hurt you in the most pleasurable way, pleasure through pain. His curls were all over the place, his lip half bitten, and his eyes, god his eyes could tell you just about everything that was racing on his mind.

You noticed it of course, before all of this, right when he got out of prison, you’ve noticed it clearly. Something inside him shifted, something more primal rather than the fact that he becomes way more bold yet private at the same time. Maybe it was because you were the only one who paid that much attention, but you could just see how much he wanted to take control in every situation he was in.

Spencer before prison was a very complicated man yet he was also someone who wouldn’t mind not being in control, he wasn’t your typical alpha male if you could put it that way— and that’s one of the things you love about him, its the fact that he’s not scared to be himself and show his vulnerability at times. But Spencer Reid after prison, is someone you hadn’t expected to meet, the moment he hugged you first; the moment he snapped at everyone for not taking him seriously about a case; the moment he took down an entire mission by himself; the moment he does everything screamed one thing to you, and that is yearning for control.

You couldn’t say you could possibly understand the horror that the prison imprinted on him, but you could understand just how much it affected his need over power— over owning something, over the situation, over someone. And if he needs to own you tonight, then you would willingly give your soul and body to him.

Y/N took a deep breath as his tucked hands reached to grasp her soft neck, already covered in small red marks from earlier ministrations. He hummed at the sight, somewhat pleased, but somewhat disappointed. Disappointed that it’s not deep enough to noticed from the end of the room. Then, his eyes met yours— sending shocking waves of heat inside your body that surely had you clenching your thighs tightly.

“You’ve been so...careless, so out of your place, pet.” He muttered, tracing his thumb just above your pulse up to your jaw and up your blushing cheeks, “I’ve tried so hard to.. hold back, hold back every time you acted like a brat, every time you teased me, you must thought you were so cute huh?” His grip got tighter then, shoving you backwards towards your bed, before releasing your jaw almost in an attempt to not push himself further— he hesitated.

“You surely know better don’t you, bunny? know better than to just carelessly... make a prey out of yourself.” His thumb graze over your bottom lip, tracing side to side slowly as he chuckles, “But i see now that my cute fierce little coworker, is not as innocent as she seemed.” He mused, lips twitched in endearment as he watched you suckle on the tip of his thumb.

“You got everyone fooled by your charming witty self, believing just how bright and good you are. But not me, i’ve seen through your acts pet, i’ve seen just how much you wanted me to just...take control of you, to own you, to.. hurt you just how you like it, isn’t that right bunny?”

You whined through your lips, sucking harder on his thumb with your hands gripping wrist. You were so dazed out, fuzzy with need, and turned on beyond belief that you fluttered your eyes shut, afraid that if you looked at his eyes one more time, you would lit on fire. But like he said, he always sees right through you, he pulled your hair back with his unoccupied hands causing you to gasp- mouth agape and eyes trained to his.

Spencer could swear that he felt his palm twitched at the sight of your face, the desperation dripping from you metaphorically and literally, the hand that was on your jaw moved to your cheeks, caressing the soft skin before suddenly you felt it. Felt the burning sensation of his palm on your cheeks, the pain arouses you to no end, and the aftershock made you moan, out loud.

“Please...” were the only thing that you could let out as you craved for more, you craved him just as much as he craved you, you could care less about the marks— you loved it even and you know now that he loves it too.

Spencer inhaled sharply at her plea before dangerously pressing their foreheads together and warned, “If i start, best believe i’m not going to go easy on you, not a chance. I’m a changed man Y/N, i won’t be gentle, and i definitely will hurt you, you have your safe word but if you don’t want this, or you expected me to go soft, say the word and i’ll leave and we can pretend that this doesn’t happen—“

“I want this..” Your broken voice rang through his ears like music, it was so heavenly that he closed his eyes for awhile as if to made sure that this isn’t a dream, that the woman he love yet been desperately trying to be away from because he was scared to hurt her, is here asking him to.. own her.

“Say it again.” He growled, hands coming back down to her neck as he pushed her down onto the bed, “Please.. daddy, own me, hurt me, fuck me, i don’t care! just do something!”

“Put your hands up, don’t move if you move them even an inch, i won’t let you cum tonight.” He grunted against the skin of your neck, teeth sinking onto them— marking you up in various different spots. He then trail down his kissed to the juncture of your collarbones, fingers trailing down to take off your dress.

You squirmed at the sight of him practically drooling over the image that is your wonderful body, his hand caressed the taunt covered nipples before tugging your bra off and immediately sucking onto one of the sensitive buds, and pinch and twirl the other one.

The mewls and whimpers that left your mouth was lewd and loud, getting louder with each lick and suck he delivered, sending thousands of electric shock-like waves through your veins, you let out a trail of uh’s as Spencer tug your panties down and stared up at you.

“Pretty baby just wants to get fucked, ‘s a shame that you’ve been a bad girl, would’ve wanted to eat you out for hours but i have to punish you now instead.” He mumbled, with an exaggerated sigh, mocking you in his tone, leaving you desperate and soaked through the sheets at the thought of him eating you out. “But-“

“Shh, bratty whores aren’t allowed to talk. so shut up and bend over my lap.” He growled, ending his sentence with a slap to your delicate wet pussy— earning a loud yelp from you as you scrambled to your feet and bent over his lap on the edge of the bed.

“How many do you think you deserve, baby?” The names he called you warmed your heart, you’ve been under his spell long enough to know that this is a trick question, no- you can’t say the exact numbers, the only correct answer is, “As many as you think i deserve, daddy.” He smiled at your obedience, whispering a “good girl” as he caressed your ass. Daddy always knows better after all.

Then you felt it, the first slap felt like fire against your skin, you yelped out a loud mewl as he growled, “Count.” So you did, letting out the shaky numbers as his hand collided with the soft supple skin of your ass cheeks— bruising them on his wake. “T-Ten! god daddy!” You screamed, thigh clenching, cunt fluttering around nothing, and your hands gripped the sheets on for dear life.

“Oh don’t whine now, you asked me to hurt you remember? i’m just giving you what you want little girl.” He chuckled, each words that left his mouth made you even wetter. His palm came down again and again, marking each and every untainted skin of your bum, painting them with his handprints and his crescent nail indents. Your ass was definitely on fire, tears streaming down your face in pleasure and pain, you were dripping down your thighs as Spencer delivered the final slap.

“Twenty! please daddy! i’m sorry!” you cried out, feeling his palm caressing your skin as he coo’d at you, “What are you sorry for bunny... is it for being a slut? for teasing me all this time? for being a damn brat? for being reckless on that mission last week? hm which one is it?” He taunted, bringing more tears to your eyes, lips quivering as you answer him shakily, “All daddy! i’m sorry for being bad! please!”

“Apology can only get you so far, lay on the bed, and spread your leg. I’ll ruin you so next time you want to get under daddy’s skin, you’ll know what happens to slutty bratty whores like you.”

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You were spread out, hands above your head, tied with his tie, and there he was between you, slowly rubbing your swollen clit trailing your wetness all over your folds. He had taken off his clothes, on his knees bare in front of you with his— beautiful cock, you have no idea one could be so pretty and perfect yet there he is.

His thumb move faster on your clit causing you to buck up against his touches, mouth agape as the lewd sounds kept on spilling from your mouth, he slapped your clit when you bucked your hips again, causing you to gasp in shock and pleasure, “Stop being a greedy, minx.” He muttered lowly, before continuing his ministrations, your moans only grew louder with soft uh’s and “daddy!’s”

Spencer couldn’t even hold himself back, feeling the urge to just take you then and there because you’re here, fucking perfect and spread out for him. Like a damn peach ripe for the taking, your moans was music to his ears, fueling his need— his ego satisfaction as he sped up, “Open your mouth.” he demanded, and you obeyed so happily and eagerly, awaiting for anything he was about to do.

You couldn’t believe yourself when you felt it at first, feeling the warmth of his saliva down your throat as one of his unoccupied hand gripped your waist tightly and pushed himself inside you— letting you feel every veins and the stretch of his cock— pulsing with need.

“Fuck! oh fuck daddy!” You screamed out loud, your breathing as labored as his, you could feel how deep his cock was seated inside you, nudging the soft spongy spot that has you seeing stars, that has you tightening your walls around his length, causing him to let out a deep guttural groan, “Fuck Y/N, so fucking perfect and tight.”

“Please harder daddy!” You begged him, eyes doe like with tears as you looked up to him and egging him on some more, “Please ruin me, Spencer.”

“You want harder? fine i’ll give you harder.” At that, he gripped your waist tightly before pounding inside you relentlessly, each thrust overpowering your whole being, making the room grew smaller as the both of you relinquished the feeling you have for each other.

“Yes! yes yes! o-oh!” Your moans were choked out this time, as his hand went from gripping your waist to gripping your neck tightly, pounding your cunt over and over again, with double the pace and intensity each time harder. “Feel so fucking good, bunny.” The praise that left his mouth only fuels you up, clenching your walls tightly as he let out string of curses and your name.

“Look at me,” He ordered, yet you whined instead, not having the ability to open your eyes. Spencer slowed his pace down as he gripped your jaw and slap your cheek one time causing you to gasp, “Look at me, Y/N. I want you to look at me as you cum, i want you to scream my name when you do, cause i own you. You hear me? you’re mine.” He growled, the words that left his lips sending electrifying feelings on your heart and of course your cunt, pulsing around his cock.

“Yes yes yes! i’m yours Spencer all yours!” You were in commando as you spew out everything you’ve been holding onto for the past few months, “please show me i’m yours.”

Spencer sees red flashes across his eyes, his primal need to mark you and to make you his overshadowed everything, so he picked up the pace again and thrust in and out of your pussy with brutal pace, “Good slut, that’s it my good little girl you are— fuck!” He grunted as he feel you tightening around him, knowing damn well you were about to cum.

“Don’t you dare cum without my permission.” He warned dangerously as you looked up at him tearily, his hands tightening their grip on your waist and neck as he went faster, “D-Daddy! May i- oh uh! cum please!” He chuckled darkly as he faux a pout, leaning closer so your noses brush, “No. Bratty girls waits for their daddy to cum first.” He rasped suddenly, as he drilled his cock inside you and his thumb was on your clit.

This is torture, and you loved every bit of it.

“N-No! can’t hold it! daddy please!” Your were squirming, arms tugging against the tie, as he moaned out loud, feeling himself getting closer and closer to his climax, “Please daddy! Inside me!” You moaned loudly, holding onto your own orgasm as tightly as possible.

“Fucking- fuck! Y/N fuck, cum now.” His commands were deep guttural and shaky as he reach his high, still thrusting inside you with his thumb on your clit. You followed shortly after, feeling the wall burst and you came with a silent scream and toe curling hardest orgasm you’ve ever felt.

Spencer’s controlled his breathing rather quickly, whilst you still squirming and panted under him. He quickly untied your arms kissing your bruised wrist softly before letting it fall beside you. “Shh so good, such a good girl.” He keeps on whispering as you’ were coming down from your high, fingers clutching to his arm.

“D-Don’t leave..” You mumbled weakly, feeling the fuzziness inside your head as he pulled out, and watched the mixture of you and him slip past your wall. “No princess, i’m going to go grab a wet cloth so i can wipe both of us and then we can get some rest okay..?” You mumbled a silent okay, before he leaned down to softly kiss your lips and then goes to grab the cloth.

When he comes back, the first thing he did was cleaning you up, your skin tingles at the gentle touch of the cloth and him— mainly him, you hummed happily as he sat the bucket of water down after he cleaned himself and then grabbing a water bottle.

“Come love tilt your head— there you go pretty girl.” He cooed, as you took sip a few sip before laying back down. He goes to take some sips too, then proceed to laid next to you, and pressing your body close to him, fingers playing with your hair.

“Spencer..” You mumbled tiredly, using the rest of your energy to look up at him and smile, which he returned and mumbled a small, “hm?” whilst playing with your hair gently.

“I have a crush on you..” You weren’t sure whether you were orgasm drunk or whatever but it just feels right to say it— so you said it.

“I know, and i..” He chuckled in shyness, something you used to see on pre prison Reid, your heart flutters when you saw him smile and became nervous.

“I feel the same way.” He continued, making sure he holds you tight and kissed your forehead gently, “We’ll talk about it over coffee and croissants tomorrow okay? for now lets just sleep first.” He smiled gently, pulling the covers on top of the both of you.

“Good night, spencer.”

“Night, Princess.”

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Although, cute the ending still kinda suck lmao. Anyways, again if you want a continuation of this fic, or me possibly making it into a series, please let me know!

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[nervousladytraveler]

The Alibi: Chapter 2

A continuation of the the wee fic inspired by the kiss prompt: A + B are in an argument, then they stop, just stare at each other, and then crash their lips together, because, like i said... fuck this shit Ross and Demelza (Requested by the lovely @veryflowerobservation)

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Ross woke just a little after 9AM. He’d pulled the thick curtains the night before--it had been dark then so the gesture had been solely for privacy. The morning light was largely blocked, save one stubborn sliver that succeeded in illuminating a patch of carpet in front of the bed.

He looked over at the sleeping woman beside him. Demelza faced the wall and had failed at fully covering her body with the hotel bed sheets, and as a result her glorious back and the very top of her bum remained exposed. She might have been turned away from him but that didn’t mean she had given up on him. He knew he could sidle over and press himself close to her, and that she’d receive him warmly, eagerly. She’d made her feelings quite clear.

It had been a complicated night--and yet so easy. To finally be with her after so many years of constant companionship. Yes, they’d had years of steady loyalty to one another but he could see now that their friendship the last few months had been fraught with unresolved tension, overpowering attraction, and something deeper still. It hadn’t been one sided, only he’d somehow been blind to it all until the truth hit him like a cricket bat to the head as she yelled at him in the dark car park. Then he’d kissed her and it was as if he’d always known.

And as they lay together, in between feverish bouts of love making, they tried to make sense of what had just happened. They didn’t talk about the near-miss with the cops or Trencrom’s betrayal, just the sudden, seismic shift that occurred between them. And what it meant.

He was glad that she’d been able to say what he too felt, since he’d never be articulate enough to find the words or have the presence of mind to speak them.

She knows what I’m thinking before I even speak. No wonder she saved my neck last night, he thought to himself with a soft laugh. Yet somehow he knew not to take that for granted. She was her own person and he’d have to work harder to demonstrate his respect for her. No, respect sounded such a cold and clinical word and hardly sufficient. He revered her, he admired her, he was captivated by her, he desired her…

His thoughts never reached their logical conclusion of what all those separate emotions added up to because she exhaled a long sigh and he could resist touching her no more. He ran the backs of his fingers down her spine, then along the gentle curve of her hip, and up to her breast.

She turned to him with a smile, her eyes struggling to open.

“You tryin’ to wake me, Ross?” she asked. Her voice was sleepy, raspy in an innocently sexy sort of way.

He pulled her closer at once and kissed her eyelids, in a tender attempt to keep them closed. He felt a strange sensation in his stomach, not just butterflies but a whole swarm of wings fluttering up, perhaps to carry off his heart. His hands gripped her upper arms--the same arms that seemed destined to deck him yesterday seemed warm and reassuring now.

“No, stay asleep. It was an exhausting night--you earned a lie-in.” He kissed her lips now. Her eyes remained closed but her mouth opened wide to receive him.

How could he have ever considered himself alive before he knew that kiss?

He realised he’d sighed like a love-drunk school boy but he had no shame.

“Yes, it was exhaustin’,” she laughed, “but are you referrin’ to the events before or after we went to bed?” She put her hand to his rough cheek.

He laughed too, as though he’d caught the urge from her, like a yawn or a sneeze.

Ross had no business being so happy. His world was crumbling around him--he’d most likely lose his business and the police’s interest in him had not yet been resolved. And yet...

Yet those things mattered little. Was that really what his world consisted of? Because being with Demelza, loving her and being loved, that seemed a most significant triumph.

“Demelza, I meant everything I said last night.” He’d grown serious again.

“I seem to recall it was me doin’ all the talkin’ and you said a lot of ‘me too’...” she laughed.

“Okay, I meant everything you said,” he teased back.

“You sure about that Ross? Because I also called you stubborn and stupid…”

“And ‘an absolute arsehole’ don’t forget…” he added and rolled on his back with a chuckle.

“Oh Ross,” she said. “I didn’t mean those things…”

“Yes, you did--because I am. Maybe not ‘absolute’ but I can admit I’m ‘somewhat’ of an arsehole…”

She kissed his chest before resting her head lower on his belly. “Then you are my favourite somewhat arsehole, Ross,” she said.

“And you are the most meaningful person in my life…” he said, reaching out to touch her soft hair.

“Thank you for sayin’ that,” she said softly.

“Those were your words, Demelza. So thank you,” he said and pulled her up again so she was level with his head on the pillow. He stroked her cheek and looked into her eyes. They blazed with an intensity he’d come to know well over the last few hours together.

He wanted nothing more than to spend the day with her bare body wrapped around him, with inspired caresses, endless kisses. Even the ancients knew that nothing succeeded at keeping troubles at bay--or at least out of mind--like the pleasures of physical love.

But just then the telephone rang--a rapid string of jarring bleeps loud enough to be heard in the next room. The only person who knew they were there was Jinny Martin.

Good god, was her night shift not over yet? Shit hours for a single mum with two small children. Hoping he hadn’t made trouble for her, Ross switched on the lamp and picked up at once.

“Sorry, Ross. The police are here and want to ask some questions. I told them to wait and I’d call you down but they’re on their way up.”

“Thanks for the warning,” he said and rang off.

“What is it?” Demelza sat up in alarm and watched Ross furiously pull on his trousers “Ross?”

“It’s the police, they’re here. Apparently they want to ask me some questions...” He tried to sound calm.

“But how did they know where you were? What can this mean?” she cried and reached for her knickers.

“I don’t know. It seems so unlikely they’d find me...but stay in bed, Demelza,” he said and switched the lamp off again. “Pretend you’re asleep and don’t get up unless I call to you.” His voice was firm but gentle. He wanted to reassure her, to convince her he had a plan--though he most certainly did not.

He hadn’t fully buttoned his shirt when the knock came. It hadn’t sounded aggressive or urgent--was that a good sign? Or was Ross just reading too much into this?

“Just a minute,” he called gruffly, trying his best to sound as though he’d only just been roused. He put his fingers to lips and at his signal Demelza rolled over on her side facing the wall again. This time she had the covers pulled snugly up to her chin.

Ross ran his hands through his hair so it stood even more on end, then exhaled before he opened the door. He blinked his eyes at the glare of the hall light. It hadn’t been an act but added a convincing touch.

“Sorry to bother you, sir. I’m PC Pendarves, and this is PC Bunt, ” the taller constable said then he looked at his notepad, “Mr. Ross Poldark, is it?” He still had youthful spots on his face that were barely concealed by the sparse beard he was trying to grow.

Ross was confused by the question--surely they knew his name--wasn’t that why they were there? The constable didn’t seem sharp enough to be putting him on. But Ross’s bewilderment worked in his own favour--he didn’t look like a man who, for the past seven hours, had been expecting the police to call.

“Yes, what can I do for you?” Ross asked then glanced over his shoulder at the supposedly sleeping form just visible in the dark room. He pulled the door behind him so it was only open a few inches, and stepped into the hallway. “Sorry,” he whispered. “I don’t want to wake my...friend.” His hesitation at what to call her publicly was genuine but again fit tidily into his ruse. If Demelza and Ross were to have had a secret rendezvous, he’d hardly have announced it readily to the first person who knocked.

“Right, Mr. Poldark. Erm...the clerk said the other guest in the room is Demelza Crane?” This time it was PC Bunt, the squat bespectacled constable who spoke, trying not so subtly to get a peek at the woman in the bed.

“Carne,” Ross corrected. “Demelza Carne.” Instinctively he shifted his position to fully block any further view. “Do you need me to wake her…?”

“No, no sir. I don’t think so.” The first constable said and cleared his throat, seemingly embarrassed for his partner. Perhaps he wasn’t so young after all. “Yes, well, we’re making inquiries about a missing person.”

“A missing person?” Ross asked and hoped the relief wasn’t visible on his face.

“A Miss Rosina Hoblyn. Her father reported her missing day before last.”

“Oh?” Ross wondered why they were talking to him about this. “I’m not sure how I can help you…”

“We’re talking to all the guests with rooms facing the road,” Pendarves said as if reading Ross’s thoughts. “You see, a neighbour ‘cross the way, saw a young woman who fit Miss Hoblyn’s description last night right out in the street. A bit of a disturbance it was--she seemed to be having a row with someone. Then left in the same someone’s car.”

“On Church Road?” Ross twisted his brow as he took this in, an expression of questioning concern, which disguised his renewed panic at the presence of traffic cameras. No, he and Demelza had entered the hotel from the rear and were never even on Church Road.

“Yes, this happened right in front of the yoga studio,” Bunt offered, unable to hide his smirk that such an establishment had recently taken the place of a perfectly useful off-license.

“I’m afraid we heard nothing. We’ve…erm...” Ross paused. His sheepish expression was both genuine and well-played. “We’ve been in all night.”

“So you heard nothing? All night?” Bunt said. “This would have been around 11:30 PM?”

“Yes...I’m not sure what time we checked in. You can check at the front desk or I can wake Miss Carne…she might remember.” Ross took a chance here. It was better to be honest that they hadn’t even arrived until quite late.

“No bother, Mr. Poldark, if you didn’t see or hear anything of note outside the room,” Bunt said and laughed to himself, apparently amused by it all. He seemed to buy that Ross had other things on his mind the night before--perhaps he’d even been imagining the scene in his head.

“And the neighbours?” Ross took another chance here. “Did they observe…?” It would be good to know who was up last night and what they knew.

“Nah, they didn’t hear anything either. Okay, thanks for your time, Mr. Poldark. Here’s our cards if you or Miss Carne think of anything later…” PC Pendarves said and fumbled in his pocket before PC Bunt beat him to the punch and triumphantly handed over his own slightly crumpled business card.

“Of course,” Ross said and nodded politely. He waited until they began their retreat down the hallway before he slipped back into the room.

Even at the sound of the door closing, Demelza remained motionless, as though she was holding her breath. Without switching on the light, Ross snuggled next to her and buried his face in her hair.

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “They’re gone.”

She turned to him, and in the dim room he could see her eyes were wide--and wet.

“Demelza,” he said and wrapped her in his strong arms. “Don’t be scared. I’m still here.”

“I know, Ross,” she said bravely. “Tell me everythin’, I only heard bits. Is it true? The police are askin’ after Rosina Hoblyn?”

“You heard most of it then. Seems she’s missing--or so her dad says. I’m surprised he even noticed, the drunken lout that he is,” Ross said.

“Ross, did you tell them that you know Mr. Hoblyn? And you know her?”

“They didn't ask, and to be fair, I don’t really know Rosina—I know of her. I don’t think I’ve ever exchanged a word with her.”

“But Ross, you know she’s datin’ Charlie Kempthorne, don’t you? Or at least she was until recently. I think I just heard she broke it off with him.”

“I’d forgotten that. And it’s a connection I’m not happy to make. Ugh! I wonder what she was doing here in Truro?”

“And whose car she got into…” Demelza added.

“You heard the police say that as well?”

“Yes...Oh Ross, you don’t think Rosina could be in trouble, do you?”

“Well, if she is, at least the police are looking for her.”

“And not for you?”

“So it would seem…for now anyway.”

“Ross, I’m knackered as hell but my heart is racin’...I think we should go home.”

“I hate to say it, but I agree.” He kissed her lips, lingering for as long as he could, and dreading to pull away. “If you’re still tired later, we can take a nap together back at Nampara,” he suggested.

“No, Ross,” she said quickly. ”Remember we can’t be seen together.”

“What? That’s ridiculous,” he laughed. “The police now know we’re together and the whole point of you being my alibi is that people know about it…”

“Only some people--the right people at the right time. And we have to make it look like we want to keep it a secret. Otherwise why would we be out in the cover of night and sneakin’ off to a hotel in another town when we could just shag at your place or mine? Think about it, I mean, we both live alone…”

“I don’t. I have a housekeeper, remember,” he reminded her.

“Hmm...we have to decide if we tell Prudie, don’t we? No, maybe just leave some hints and clues. Better let her think she’s put two and two together on her own. She’ll probably start squawkin’ and she’ll want everyone to know she figured out our secret…”

“I don’t like this, Demelza. You know you’re not just my alibi, don’t you?”

“Yes, and I know you don't really think I’m ridiculous,” she said with a smile, reminding him of one of the insults he’d hurled at her the previous night that he’d repeated just now.

“But it is ridiculous that we’re together now…” he began.

“What?” she laughed and pretended to hit him.

“Let me finish.” He caught her hand in his and kissed her fingers.“We’re finally together, after months of idiocy…”

“Years,” she corrected him.

“Okay, years...and it’s ridiculous that we have to pretend to not be.”

“Not all the time,” she added.

“But to see you, to do this again,” he said, running their joined hands down her naked body, ”has to be secret? Or planned enough to seem secret? In any event I can't be with you freely, when I want, when we want. I think that’s going to destroy me.”

“No, Ross. Don’t you understand? It’s worth it to keep you safe--so we can be together. And it won’t be for long. As soon as this Trencrom business blows over, we can let the cat out of the bag.”

“Just so we’re clear, as much as I love the cat, I hate the bag. I hate it very much,” he said and laid his head on her chest.

“I know, Ross. Believe me, I want the whole world to know I’m yours.” She put her free hand to his head to play with his curls. A small gesture but one that moved him more than he expected.

“Me too,” he sighed, then not unpossessively put his hand on her hip. “And hopefully it will be over soon.”

“And no more Trencrom?”

“No more. We might be homeless and unemployed but…”

“Ross?”

“Never again. I promise you.”

----

DS Vage threw down his bacon sandwich with disgust when he saw PCs Pendarves and Bunt return from their door to door inquiries. He already knew what they’d say: No one saw anything, sir.

Oh, they'd swear they’d been thorough, but if they truly had, would they be back so soon? The door knocking, the questioning of witnesses--some of whom didn't even know yet that they were witnesses--that was real police work. And these idiots...what did they think the job was going to entail? High speed police chases? Suspects coming in willingly?

He glanced up at the photo of Rosina Hoblyn he’d pinned to the wall. She wasn’t a resident of his town but he’d be damned if she’d become a victim on his turf.

“Okay...what did you find?” he asked with a sigh.

“That yoga bird, she’s something, isn’t she?” Bunt laughed then turned serious when he saw his boss’s expression. “No sir, I mean Miss Rebecca Ellery said the same thing to us in person that she’d reported over the phone.” He looked in his notebook to get the exact words. “A young woman, blonde curly hair--dye job but with good low lights, approximately 5’4…”

“Oh come on,” Vage said with a groan. “That’s a bit specific, isn’t it? Did you question her on that? Did she tell you what shade of hair dye was? Icy Platinum or Natural Ash Blonde #004? Could she tell you what salon she’d been to?” he asked sarcastically. “And really...five four exactly?”

Everyone these days thought they knew it all. It came from watching too many police procedurals on the telly.

“No sir, I mean yes, sir,” Pendarves quickly interrupted. “Miss Ellery explained that she’d been a hairdresser before she opened the yoga business and it was her...erm ‘stock and trade’, she said. And she says she’s five four herself and this other woman was standing next to the lamp post under that rude graffiti so she could get a sense of her height. She also said she’d complained about the graffiti but no one has responded to her…”

“Alright...go on,” Vage said reluctantly.

“Yes, so the young woman was shouting at a man...Miss Ellery thought he was a man but she wasn’t sure how she knew it--she said that herself…”

“So this other person ?”

“Miss Ellery didn’t get a good look so she couldn't even say hair colour but they-him or her-- remained in the driver’s seat of a lime green Vauxhall Astra GTC.” Bunt was apparently very proud of himself for keeping an open mind about the driver.

“She was specific about the make and model of the car?” Vage raised a brow.

“Yes, she was, sir,” Bunt nodded. “And the lime green colour--she said it looked ‘super douchey’.”

Maybe Ellery was a reliable witness after all, Vage thought to himself.

“Okay, then the girl shouted something to the driver that sounded like ‘You’re a dickhead and you deserve what’s coming for you…’ But he--sorry, the person--didn’t say anything back, least not loud enough that Miss Ellery could hear from her window above the studio. But this person must have said something because Rosina...erm I mean the blonde girl, stopped shouting and got into the car...”

“Just got in? Signs of any coercion?”

“No physical force according to Miss Ellery. Do you think she knew the driver?” Pendarves asked.

“It’s possible…” Vage said.

“Then the Astra drove away north on Church Road,” Pendarves added.

“We’re checking the CCTV,” Bunt said quickly.

Bloody idiot. Of course the CCTV would be checked--DS Vage had already put in a request himself.

“And the neighbours?” he asked. He wanted to hear about the rest of their morning’s work.

“Only three residential flats on the east side of the road,” Pendarves explained. “One just above Miss Ellery--and they’re in Spain for the month. Another, number 74--Mr. and Mrs. Nathaniel Stephens heard some noise around 11:30 but it had stopped by the time they went to the front window--their bedroom is in the rear, you see. They saw nothing, closed the window, and went back to bed. Number 78, was Mister Bart Maddock, who openly admitted he’d been high--he said that--to the police!--and he was painting so he was ‘oblivious’ to what was happening on the street.”

“Painting? Like walls?”

“Naw, he’s an artist,” Pendarves explained. “That place is sorta a loft, big flat for just the one person but mostly taken up by what he called a ‘studio’. Two studios on one street--never knew so many arty types had moved in.”

“Rents will rise as a result,” Vage grumbled. “Okay and the hotel, the Star and Garter?”

“Three guest rooms faced Church Road. Ground floor is the pub, closed at 11 of course…”

“Of course…”

“Proprietor and night desk clerk heard nothing but their offices are in the rear. The rooms are all on the next floor up. Older woman at the end of the hall took her hearing aids out so she heard nothing and the couple next to her put their baby down to sleep just after 8, then fell right asleep themselves after that.”

“Poor sods. That’s family life, isn’t it?” Vague sighed.

“The couple nearest the stairs though…” PC Bunt let out a chuckle.

“Well? Yes?”

“They were busy shagging all night…”

“Aw c’mon, Bunt…” Pendarves groaned.

“What?” Bunt objected to being called out. “The man said as much as said himself! According to him, they were in all night and were ‘otherwise occupied’ so they heard nothing.”

“Nothing? Great…” Vage sighed.

“Lucky bastard, that one. I got a glimpse of the friend waiting in his bed,” Bunt chuckled then he saw his boss was not amused by tales of him leering at sleeping women.

Dance of Life, Vage was thinking. All the stages of love and life on one hallway. First there’s early love and passion, then settling down and starting a family, finally you’re old and alone. And behind which door is my life lived these days?

He really didn’t consider himself old, though he knew his colleagues did, especially the newly minted constables like these two. At least he was still fit and had all his hair--and his hearing. Could he still be considered a family man though? His own children were grown and far from home. He missed them but not the sleepless nights of teething and ear infections, or even the teenage years when they proclaimed how much they hated him right before they asked him for the car keys and 20 quid.

And door #1? He could barely remember the days of needing that sort of urgent and exhausting sex, but he’d certainly been there in his younger days, with his Tina. What a looker, she’d been. Blonde, curvy, with those great legs. His Tina who was no longer his--she’d left him right after their youngest went off to the army. He should have known she was slipping away from him when she’d switched her hair colour from Natural Ash Blonde #004 to Icy Platinum.

“Okay, and you got names and contact information of all these witnesses--or ‘not-witnesses’ as the case may be?”

“Yes, we got names,” Pendarves said quickly. He had not in fact gotten contact information but assumed he could request it from the hotel at a later time if really necessary.

“Deaf bird was…” Bunt began reading from his notepad again.

PC Pendarves coughed and shot him a look.

“Hearing impaired guest,” Bunt started over, “was Elizabeth Triggs from St. Just, the family with the baby were the Tregeagles--Benjamin and Sarah, didn’t catch the baby’s name…”

“Also Ben...Benny they said,” Pendarves added. “From Falmouth.”

“Right,” Bunt said, “and our ‘sex’ couple was Demelza Carne--we didn't talk to her, she was asleep--and Ross Poldark.”

“Wait a minute,” Vage said, a bell ringing somewhere in the back of his mind.

“Sorry sir. Thought it was respectful to let her sleep. Should we have talked to her?” Pendarves asked.

“No, that’s quite alright. But did you say the man was called...Ross Poldark?”

#poldark fanfic #poldark modern au #ross poldark #demelza carne #fake dating turned secret dating

[danddymaro]

Abbacchio’s Daughter meeting Giorno

Reader insert // Your name // (Y/n)

Daughter’s name // (D/n)

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

Word count: 1422

FYI this is related to the first one : Here

   Abbacchio’s Daughter meeting Giorno because why not?

"Why hello there," Giorno said with a soft smile, kneeling before the little girl with welcoming kindness, offering her the gentle, genuine upturn, "And who might you be?" He asked her with the same tenderness, already knowing who she was, as well as what she was doing there.

Instantly, (d/n)'s face blossomed with a new color, staring at the man with eyes that refused to blink, the golden orbs wide as she stared at the man in awe.

The little hand that was wrapped around (f/n)'s fingers suddenly squeezed tighter and with worry, (f/n) came down too, getting only a small glimpse of her daughter's face before she began to giggle, quickly understanding,

'I've never seen her act this way,' She mused, finding the rather bubbly girl to be bashfully stricken down. 'My sweet little girl,' She mused, finding it sweet, subduing her little chuckles to properly introduce the two,

"(D/n), this is a good friend of mamma and papa's," (f/n) told her child, her hand gestured towards the man before them.

"Giorno Giovanna," Giorno introduced himself, being patient with (d/n), taking her shyness to be natural, thus remaining unbothered by it in the least, because by the same age, he'd been much more withdrawn.

"Giorno… " (d/n) said back, her eyes glittering as she gazed up at him, entranced by the long golden strands that fell past his shoulders, and much more, fixed upon his green eyes, the color being so beautiful to her she couldn't stop staring.

Her little heart raced, a rather strange feeling coursing through her, making her not want to look away from the lovely person, because he seemed just so ethereal and perfect.

Shaking her head with a disbelieving amusement, (f/n) smiled, " She's a bit shy right now." She said with a little chuckle, " There are so many new people around...It’s a lot to take in..." She trailed off, earning an understanding nod.

"It's understandable," Giorno told her, needing no more say, "I'm just glad I was able to find you," He said to her, once again up to his full height, the woman mimicking his actions and following in suit to properly speak to him,

"I wanted to see you in person, just in case you decided to leave after all," He added, causing (f/n) to chuckle,

"Really? Don't tell me you missed me that much?" (f/n) asked teasingly, causing him to release a small sound of amusement as well,

"Very," he answered back,"...But not nearly as much as he has," He said while not naming the certain someone,

" I don't think I've ever seen him so...well..." Giorno said with a little hum of contemplation trying to find the right words,

“-Complete.” He finally decided.

" Not to mention; it's been so long since I've seen any type of enthusiasm in him, not even a tease of it. And then about a month or two ago it's like he found a reason to smile." he further explained, " It's no doubt because of you. And of course this lovely little lady too," He said while briefly looking at (d/n) again, his vibrant eyes flashing down to her for just a second, causing the girl to suddenly fidget.

"All in all, I'm glad you're back, " He admitted. " And It's good to know you're alright," He said to her,

"When you have time, I'd love to have a moment with you to catch up," he said with certainty, causing her to nod in agreement,

" Of course!" she said excitedly, smiling with happiness bursting through her chest, "I can't wait to catch up GioGio," She said while he grew embarrassed, a soft, little color rising to his cheeks as she used the pet name.

'I see he hasn't grown out of it,' She mused, remembering that any time he was referred to by the nickname, no matter who it came from, he sported the soft color.

Somehow, though strange as it may be, it felt that despite all the time had gone by, she fell right back into place, going back into the same groove of before with ease, and it brought her so much comfort,

‘I’m home,’ She thought to herself, truly believing it.

After saying their goodbye's, Giorno then began to walk away, intent on leaving their stories for another day, all while (d/n) watched with trailing, enthusiastic eyes.

He was soon out of earshot, and only during then did (d/n) speak, "Mama..." She piped up, tugging at her mother’s sleeve, " he looks just like a prince," She mused while being awestruck, having thought so all the while.

" He's so pretty!" She gushed, and at that very moment, from where Leone stood, his chest ached.

From where he'd stood and waited, he could see the glowing eyes of his child, as well as (f/n)'s nod in agreeance,

" Yeah....He sure does, doesn’t he?" (f/n) mused, actually agreeing.

She couldn't deny it because in the time she'd been away it'd seemed he matured more.

His face shaped out more, losing most of its sweet innocence, it being replaced by a charming handsomeness that one could only place in a fairy tale world of perfection.

‘And then of course there is all that new muscle,’ She added, having noticed he’d also thickened with just the slightest bit of beefiness.

- All the while Leone's shoulders sank,

' My two girls, ' Abbacchio thought seldomly, blowing out a soft blue puff of air.

In all of (f/n)'s amusement, she'd been ignorant to his presence, only noticing him last minute out of the corner of her eye, catching sight of his disheartened expression in that instance,

‘ Oh Leone...’ she thought to herself, rolling her eyes, ‘Are you that afraid to lose us?’ she thought with light amusement,  knowing just what thoughts rolled around in his head.

‘You’re such a silly man,’ She thought to herself. 

Granted, she found it sweet, but by then he should be aware that there was nothing that could come between them.

" Well..." (f/n) then sang, stretching out the word as she spoke with just a bit more volume, " I think Giorno is really cute," She started, " but..." she said while tapping a finger to her chin, " I don't know, I think your papa's much more handsome," she said with a little shrug,

"But that's just my opinion," She said while strutting towards the man, reaching out to him, her fingers running down the side of his face as she came close.

"MI Amore," She breathed, utterly entranced by him. " There's no one that really compares to him," She said while gazing into his eyes, speaking more to him, reminding him that there wasn’t anything that could overrun the beautiful warmth that resided in her for him.

If both the combined forces of the years and long-distance hadn't worn down the sentiment, then she was sure that nothing could.

'If I loved you then...

If I loved you during all that time...

If I still love you now....

Nothing will ever wash those feelings away,' She thought to herself.

It'd also taken her moment, but as (d/n) realized her father was there, her eyes lit up even more, a large smile erupted over the face that showed all of her imperfect, tiny teeth.

She dashed to him, her arms straining to reach up the entire time, wanting to be scooped up, held, and cuddled.

"papa! Papa!" She cheered overjoyed to see him, completely forgetting about the golden-haired man as she was in her father's arms. " Your back!" She cheered while she was picked up, her nose happily burrowed through the sweet smell of his white locks.

"I missed you... so much," she breathed, holding onto him tightly, not wanting to even give him the chance of putting her down.

He was left stunned as both females ambushed him, happy kisses and squishes smothering him before he began to chuckle, the sound causing (f/n) to release a sound of equal amusement, their child following in suit as she was happy to be held in between them both, even if she was wedged and almost unable to move.

'It's perfect this way, right Leone?' (f/n) silently spoke, finding his sweet expression to be too pure and lovely, filled with so much happiness it could be placed in a dictionary for all to see a visual depiction of the word fulfillment.

'I really am home,' she mused, happy.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Eye of the Storm 10

Warnings: nonconsensual sex (series), teasing, some good old grinding and power plays.

This is dark!Thor and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are a new servant at the palace of Asgard but the job isn’t so easy as you thought.

Note: Well, this if officially the calm before the storm but not really because the storm is already blowing and this shit only gonna get worse from here. Let me say thank you to you all for your support for this series. Usually Thor and Loki aren’t really popular on my blog but I’ve had so much fun writing them.

And as always, @lokislastlove​ is the actual devil. 

Thank you. Love you guys!

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When at last Loki let you rise, you felt hollow but full. Your legs were jittery but heavy. You bent to gather the blanket as he dropped the book in the basket. You dumped the folded fabric atop the rest of your load and felt a brush across your ass and stood straight.

The prince acted as if his fingers hadn't just been wandering across your rear. He was rather good at acting the innocent. You hooked your arm through the handle of the basket and choked down your anger. You suspected the more you gave him, the more he'd take.

He smirked and turned his back to you, waving you to follow him. You kept behind him, just a few steps back, and watched the ends of his dark hair that hung between his straight shoulders. He walked as if he had not a care in the world, even after his brother had gotten the best of him. Well, in turn, Loki had got the best of you.

When you returned to his chambers, his silence persisted. He shed his heavy jacket and disappeared into his bedchamber. He returned, his tunic collar open wide across his chest and untucked from his trousers. His boots had been disposed of as well and he reclined over the chaise.

"I should like to finish my book, if you could bring it here," He said at last.

You set the basket down and dug around for his book. You crossed to him and held it out. He took it, his eyes on you as he did, and rested it against his chest. His long fingers picked at the edge of the cover as he watched you.

"Shall I read to you again?" He asked coyly.

"Your highness," You uttered, "I must dispose of the crusts we did not eat and take the blanket to the laundries."

"Leave them for now," He cooed.

"And your chambers will need sweeping. Some dusting at least along the mantle." You insisted.

"Go ahead then. I am certain you can listen and clean at the same time." He took the book and opened it. "It might make your work easier... or harder, depending on your perspective."

"I do not like the story," You argued. "I'd prefer silence."

His eyes flashed and he lifted a brow as he looked to you again.

"I would prefer silence as well. From you." He said sharply. "I will not abide that tongue for much longer if you insist on impudence."

You averted your eyes and sighed quietly. 

"My apologies, your highness." You eked out.

He grinned and nodded. He opened the book then closed it. He sat up suddenly and placed the book down beside his leg as his other hand shot up, his index pointed in epiphany.

"I have devised a way to make our work more... entertaining," He said. "At least, for me."

You blinked. You knew by his tone that it would not doubt make your work more difficult.

"Take off that ugly dress." He demanded. "And the presumably stained shift you wear beneath. You may dust my chambers then... I shall try not to be too distracted from my reading."

"Your highness," You spoke between gritted teeth. "I--I..."

"Darling, would you rather I remove them myself? I fear they might not be left in a wearable state should it come to that." He warned. "So go on," He grabbed his book and laid back down. "I expect you to be about your chores by the time I am done the first page."

He propped his head up on the end of the chaise and lifted his feet up on the other. He found his place as you glared at him and begrudgingly untied your apron. Loki grinned and began to read.

'A veil of sunlight shone over her, illuminating the simple yet intricate curves of her body. She was like a statue come to life, chiseled painstakingly to perfection...'

You could not repress your spite as you undressed, one piece at a time, and when you were naked, you kept your back to him and cursed whatever tainted fortune had led you to this point.

You fished inside your apron pocket and let it fall back with the rest of your clothing. You took the cloth and went to the mantle as his voice carried through the airy chamber. You took each ornament and wiped away the few specks of dust upon them and then the shelf itself.

'Her sleepy eyes peered up at him as he held himself above her. She tasted like cinnamon as he kissed her. She grumbled but did not pull away. He felt his desire growing and soon prodding against her thigh. He needed her again. Badly.'

You dropped the cloth as you shook away the scene etched in your mind by Loki's voice. You bent to retrieve it and heard a hum. You glanced over and the prince winked at you.

"The table," He gestured to the low table that faced the chaise. "Don't forget that."

You approached the other side of the table but realised there was no where to hide; no vantage from what he would not see most of you. You kept the table between you and bent to wiped the smooth surface. He watched you before slowly turning the page and finding his spot.

'Her lips were so delicious, he wondered what every part of her tasted like. He slowly retreated, holding himself above her as he pushed himself back, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along her tender flesh.'

Your lips parted without thinking and you gripped the edge of the table. You felt that same warmth between your legs and as you moved, you felt a dampness there as well. You turned away to hide your confusion and went to the side table along the wall, giving extra attention to the vase there.

'...And her most sacred part tasted like paradise. He delved into it without restraint. Lapped her up as her legs pressed against his head in her want for him...'

You looked around for another task and caught your foot on the leg of the table. You stumbled and crashed to your knees. You cringed and shakily climbed back up, embarrassed at your clumsiness. Loki had stopped his reading.

"Are you well, dear?" He asked.

"Quite," You lied. "Careless is all, your highness."

"Mmhmm," He purred and raised two fingers, bending them as he beckoned you close. "Come here."

You pouted without thinking. He raised his brows and you obeyed. You neared him and reached to take the cloth from you, tossing it so it landed on the low table. He grabbed your wrist and drew you closer until your legs met the side of the chaise.

"Get up here," He set aside the book and patted his stomach. "Just atop me."

"Your high--"

"What did I tell you about that mouth?" He warned. "Do not be so nervous, I am fully clothed and I mean no harm."

You pushed your tongue against the roof of your mouth in frustration. He let go of your arm and you turned, lifting a leg over him as you climbed up onto the chaise, straddling him beneath you.

His hand went to your hips and grazed your sides, sending a chill through you. He cupped your tits and let out a heady breath.

"Tell me," Loki said. "Has a man every held these before? Held you?"

You stared at the wall and shook your head. He tweaked your nipple and you looked at him.

"Answer me aloud," He ordered.

"No, your highness." You answered stiffly.

"Never?" He asked. "A pity."

He played with your tits a little longer, his eyes followed his hands. You felt something stir beneath you, just within his trousers. His hands settled on your hips once more and he led your pelvis back then tilted it forward again. You gaped at him curiously.

He rocked you again, slowly at first as he kept up the motion. Then you felt it, the way his bulge rubbed against your bud, the way your arousal spread across his pants. Your lips formed an O as you looked down at yourself and planted a hand on his stomach as you tried to stop him.

He let go of you and grabbed your wrists. He put your hands on his shoulders and held you like that.

"Move your hips, darling," His voice was low and lurid. "Don't make me tell you twice."

Your lips twitched but no protest could rise above your fear. You did as he said. You rocked as he had guided you to before. Slow, nervous, and yet each time felt better than the last.

"Faster," He urged and your brows drew together as his eyes went between your bodies. "Faster, dear."

You obeyed. Again. You felt helpless and yet it was you. You were riding him and you didn't want to stop. The heat began to swell within you and the slickness which had seeped into his trousers only added to it. It was wrong, you knew that, but you just didn't care.

He purred as you grinded against him harder and your hips picked up without thinking. You bit your lip and pushed your head back as your fingers curled against his shoulders. 

His thick breaths turned to animalistic grunts and his hand fell to your ass. He pushed you against him as he lifted his pelvis just a little, his cock rubbing through his pants against your clit. You bucked as you got closer, closer, closer.

You shuddered as you came and kneaded your ass. He snarled and swore as he squirmed and grasped your hips to slow you. He was panting as he stilled you entirely and his hands slipped down along your legs. He smiled, his eyes dilated and dazed.

"My dear maid," He slithered. "I thought you were supposed to be tidying my chambers, not making a mess of me."

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Loki didn't let you dress until he dismissed you. After his little game, he allowed you to return to your work only to resume his reading. You hated how he could make you both so angry and so entirely weak. You hated him but somehow he could make you want him. You didn't understand him or what he did to your body.

As you made your way down to the lower levels, you felt as if you were walking through water. As if every step was a struggle. You were tired, overwhelmed, and utterly perplexed. By Thor and his politics, Loki and his teasing, and yourself, more than either of them. 

You should go; get out of the palace. You thought of running away but where could you go that they wouldn't find you? Of course, they'd search the docks first and they wouldn't stop there. The king had enough guards to scour the kingdom a dozen times over and you had no gold to take you away from Asgard. And even if you did leave Asgard, where could you go?

As you turned the corner to the corridor lined with the servants’ shared chambers, you caught yourself. There was a shadow not far ahead, waiting for something or someone. It only took a moment to recognize the large silhouette.

You backed up on tip toes and felt along the wall as you retreated around the corner. Your hand caught on a handle and you pressed the lever down slowly. You eased open the door, praying the hinges didn't betray you, and slipped behind the heavy wooden barrier. You coaxed it back into place and leaned heavily against it.

You turned your back to the door and slid down to the floor. You drew your knees up and listened. The king's boots scuffed softly on the stone as he paced. He wouldn't wait all night. He couldn't. You were trembling.

You closed your eyes and lowered your head to your arms crossed over your knees. Thor's footfalls harried from patient to frustrated. You heard his breaths, almost growls, and a grumble to himself. He cursed his brother and marched away from the servants' quarters and past the closet you hid within.

You didn't dare emerge, even as his steps faded away and you were left only with the still silence of the palace. You slumped down onto your side, unknotting your apron to bunch up beneath your head, and fell into an uncomfortable slumber.

You dreams were a blur of blue and green eyes, hands reaching for your body, voices swirling in your ears. Run, run, run, but you could never hide. In the end, you would be caught. As it was, you already were.

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The next morning, you awoke with a crick in your neck, slightly disoriented by the racks of brooms and rows of buckets. You stood, bracing your sore back, and stretched with a suppressed groan. The tension had nestled between your shoulders.

Well, since you were already there. You took a broom, a pan, and a bucket. You carried your lot to the prince's chambers and left them just inside the door before you descended once more and fetched his breakfast.

Upon your return, he was awake. He stood in the bedchamber doorway as he rubbed his forehead and smiled as he saw you carrying the tray. He was unashamed of the ten at the front of his trousers or his bare torso.

"I will enjoy my breakfast on the balcony," He announced and strutted through the archway.  "It is such a lovely morning."

You followed him with a sigh and set the tray before him. You removed the lid as his eyes skimmed over the scenery of the palace yard. He took a lush berry and popped it in his mouth and chewed. He swallowed it with a contented hum.

"I have decided to work from my chambers today." He declared. "And you... will serve me as you did yesterday."

You frowned. Did he mean--

"I do hate the way that apron gets in the way," He tugged on the fabric that hung from your waist. "A woman like you shouldn't hide herself and I suspect you've done so most of your life, dear."

"Your highness," You gulped. "Out... here?"

"Trust me, darling, those below barely have the same vantage as I," He smirked. "So let's avoid the threats and this little act you have. I've seen it all already."

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. It didn't matter that he'd seen you naked before nor that he'd touched you. Not even that he'd made you feel so... delightful. It was still absolutely degrading.

You sniffed and began to undress. You left your clothing on an empty chair around the table and swallowed your shame. You looked at Loki as if you were not bare and folded your hands before you.

"Did you require anything else for you meal, your highness?" You asked.

His eyes searched your face then drifted lower. His thoughts brewed behind his green eyes and he shrugged.

"No, you may go about your usual duties. I do expect to bathe when I finish," He bid. "And you might tidy my desk before I get to work."

"Your highness," You bowed your head and turned away. 

His hand snapped across your ass, a stinging slap, and you flinched but kept on. You strode over to the broom and took it, tempted to return to the balcony and hit the prince over the head with it. Instead, you dragged the bristles over the stone.

You finished sweeping the receiving chamber as Loki appeared in the archway. You went to draw his bath and he wasn't far behind, shedding his loose silk pants before sinking into the steaming tub. You left him and neatened his desk.

When he emerged, he dressed in the clothes you set out and sat at his desk. You retrieved the broom and began to clean his bedchamber. He was unbothered by the constant scratching and barely seemed to notice you. 

His work continued well until noon as you kept yourself busy in the receiving chamber. Then a knock came and you stopped dead, a cushion in hand that you'd been fluffing up. The banging came again, louder, and Loki swept into the room. You covered yourself as well as you could with the pillow.

"Fetch some goblets and a bottle," He said. "And put that thing down."

"Your highness, I--"

He smirked and tilted his head. "I gave you an order."

He continued to the door and opened it. You went to the cabinet and opened it carefully. You took a pair of cups and nearly fumbled the bottle.

"Brother," He greeted, "Do come in. I have some wine and we will discuss my proposal. I think it would do the farmers well if we subsidized them."

"Oh, yes, I do rather enjoy talking about seeds," Thor replied dryly as he entered. "I really do not have--"

He stopped as you spun around. He blinked at you, his lips parted slightly, than glanced at his brother. He sniffed and cleared his throat. He went to the straight-backed chair and sat. Loki remained standing as you set the cups on the low table and poured.

"Make it quick," Thor snarled.

"Not an issue if you've read my proposal in full. A subsidy would only be a temporary loss and in the end a profit to the crown," Loki said smoothly.

You offered Thor his cup and he took it without looking at you. A vein stood out along his forehead as his eyes narrowed at Loki. He didn't drink but cradled the cup over his lap. You then handed Loki the other goblet and he sipped before continuing.

"Not only that, but it would be good for your reputation among the common folk," Loki smiled. "And it is not as if we cannot afford it."

"Fine. Do it." Thor barked as he stood, restless. He put the cup down so hard the wine sloshed over the rim. "I know you did not me bring me here to speak of crops. What is the meaning of this?"

"Of what, brother?" Loki prodded.

Thor looked at you at last and his nostrils flared. His eyes sparked and electricity seemed to pulse beneath his skin.

"You know what." Thor hissed.

"It has been a hot summer, brother," Loki taunted. "And I am doing no different than you have done. I know you've not so quickly forgotten--"

"You wait." Thor jabbed his finger in the air and a crackle flew off of it, dying in the air before. "You are still just a prince. As you will ever be."

Thor turned and his cape flapped around him as he stomped towards the door. He slammed it behind him as he stepped out into the corridor. You were breathless, stunned. Loki however only seem amused as he chuckled.

The room suddenly turned dark and you turned to look through the archways. You stepped closer and lightning shot across the sky, eerily black in the daytime. A sudden hale of rain began to batter at the balcony as a storm raged without and added to that within you.

"Well," Loki neared and peered out. "That was fun."

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All I Need.

Jasper Hale x Reader

I’ve made this so it can be a two parter if people want! Let me know what you think and I hope everyone is staying safe during this scary time, my inbox is open for anyone needing a chat.

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It started like the first snow of winter – light and gentle – nothing at first to be concerned with, the numbers of runaway teenagers and drifters gently began to increase, but just as innocent as the snowflakes appeared, it quickly became an avalanche as the bodies of workers around the coast and hunters began to appear in the vast woodlands surrounding the isolated town.

It wasn't until the echoing sound of a glass vase, smashing against the hardwood flooring, a single shiver travelled throughout your body as the whole room became slow-motion. The entire Coven turned it what would have been lightening speed – if your vision hadn't slowed – to face Alice, her large eyes, blinking rapidly yet somehow remaining blank and glassy – a wave of confusion and concern spread throughout the household as Edward's and Jaspers faces sunk with dread.

You gently touched Alice's hand but in her frozen state, only one word manages to force itself from your mouth. “Victoria.”

That single name confirms everything we all dreaded the most. Those drifters and runaway teenagers weren't just a coincidence. She was making an army, but not just a regular human army – an army of Newborns, the most powerful and cruel creatures to exist, they have no drive except to hunt and kill.

Carlisle’s eyes flicker towards Jasper and yourself as a aura of concern surrounded him. A familiar feeling blossoms in your chest as you stare at Bella and Edward, your eyes and face couldn't hide the glimmer of resentment towards the pair, if he hadn't bought her along that day, if she hadn't of been so numb to the danger, then we wouldn't of had to hunt down and murder our own kind, Victoria's mate – James.

“Y/N.” Edward speaks lightly, clearly breaking the rule about reading your mind.

His hand coasts across the skin of your upper arm but you pull away like his touch burned you.

“We need to start preparing,” Jasper said, taking the focus off you for a minute, “We all need to train and plan a location that'll work to our advantage because trust me, if we want to survive this, we'll need it.” Carlisle nods silently.

“Bella, you better go talk to Jacob, we'll need the help of the pack too.” you mutter, loud enough for the human to hear you before leaving the room in silence.

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The frosty ground crunches beneath your feet as your dart through the dense woodland, dodging the towering trees, upturned shrubs and roots with large rocks and ridges with ease, throughout the years you'd memorised the area like the back of your hand.

From the corner of your eyes, you spot the large clearing and slowed down towards the edge of the trees, allowing your sprint to turn into a walk. The tender ground turns from soft moss and dirt to a tough, grey stone; the clearing is several meters wide and across before leading to the edge of a vast cliff.

You stood in silence as you sat on the very edge of the cliff, the toes of your shoes hanging over the edge as you look down at the thrashing waves beating against the cliff bottom. Your mind wanders as you stare out at the water, you twist the small ruby ring on your middle finger, watching as the small rays of light dance across your skin making it sparkle, a young child had once told you, “It's like you made of diamonds.”. Breathing deeply you look out at the calmness in the distance is the opposite to what was about to occur.  

After a few more minutes, you notice out of the corner of your eyes a blonde haired man watching you intently, a small smile on his lips as he takes in your stance, Jasper had always admired how strong you are, the way no matter what happened, you always had a strong aura around you but with Jaspers powers, he knew exactly how you felt – scared.

He approaches you carefully, “Talk to me darlin', you've been distant.” he speaks softly, his rich southern accent peaking through, making you smile.

“I guess I'm a little sceptical about fighting Newborns again.” you admit, subconsciously running your nails softly across one of the scars that decorates your body, this one is what made you what you are today, and it covered the small patch on the middle of your shoulder.

Jasper nods slowly, his body radiates with your emotion of fear and nervousness. He wants to make you feel better but you made him promise he would never mess with your emotions, so instead, he reaches out and touches your cheek with his hand, grazing his thumb across your cheekbone tenderly. He engulfs you in a loving hug, peppering light kisses on your forehead and cheek, causing you to erupt in giggles, you pull away and look up at him, taking in the beauty of his golden eyes, thick light hair and sharp facials features, you tip-toes up to peck his lips quickly causing Jasper to smirks before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, almost of though he was attempting to keep you warm.

“Come on, let's go train some mutts.” Jasper half-joked before detaching himself from you, pushing you gently and sprinting off into the distance with you hot on his heels.

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About a mile from the training ground, you and Jasper slow down and walk leisurely the rest of the way. Everyone was wearing workout gear with the girls wearing their hair out of their faces. Carlisle and Esme are the first to greet us – Esme affectionately kisses your cheek – before you greet your adoptive brothers and sisters, Emmett is excited to start training, any excuse to show how strong he is, Rosalie is stood with a stiff upper lip as Alice chats to her excessively. A few minutes later, Edwards car screeches round the corner and stops abruptly, he jumps out before dashing round to open Bella's door, helping her out like she was made of glass.

“Are they coming?” you ask.

Edward nods silently as a growl echoes throughout the woodland and a few seconds later, eight huge wolves of a variety of difference colours and shades appear, their muzzles pulled back in a constant snarl as they approach us. The Coven opens from the circle we had created to stand in a line facing the wolf pack.

“They don't trust us to be in their human forms.” you say, breaking the silence between us all.

Edward nods, Carlisle steps forward confidently, “They came, that's what matters.” he says before turning to Edward, “Will you translate for me?”

He nods silently and approaches with Carlisle, Jasper moves us forward slightly as Alice stands by Bella and Rosalie and Emmett hold hands. You watch as a medium brown wolf with shades of ginger kept looking over at Bella, you smile gently when you realise it's Jacob. Carlisle thanks the wolves for coming, who bark or growl in response before turning to Jasper and yourself. “Jasper and Y/N have experience with Newborns,” he announces, guesting to us, “They'll teach us how to defeat them.”

Jasper nods at the creatures as you offer a friendly smile, your eyes link with the large black wolf as he takes in you for a minute before turning back to Carlisle and growled. Your stomach twisted slightly at the response to you but Edwards glance assures you it wasn't aimed directly at you.

“They want to know how the Newborns differ from us.” Edward says.

Carlisle went to speak but you interjected, “They are stronger and more lethal than us. In the first few months of our new life we are the most powerful because our human blood still lingers in our bodies.”

Jasper smirks at you, “My beautiful mate is right, that's why they are created...” a bitter tone takes over his voice as he slips into his natural deep southern accent making you watch him intently, the Major in him began to peak through making you smile and your eyes darken. The Major was someone you hadn't seen fully in a number of years, Jasper felt your arousal and turns to look at you momentarily before continuing on with what he was saying, “A Newborn army doesn't need thousands like a human army and no human army can stand against them.”

Jasper took a step backwards and motions to you, “The two most important things to remember are, one; never let them get their arms around you, they'll crush you instantly, and two; never go for the obvious kill, they'll be expecting that and that's how you die.”

You turn to Jasper, “You want to go first?”

He laughed, “No my darling, ladies first.”

A small smile settles on your lips as you turn to your big brother, Emmett, you teasingly gesture at him with your index and middle finger like an old kung-fu film, he returns your smirk and both take positions, Jasper acts as a referee giving tips to us as we fight, “Don't hold back,” you tease cracking your neck.

Emmett laughs loudly before launching himself at you, for the first few moments you let him throw you about to make him overly confident before you launch yourself up his body, legs wrap around his head, you throw your body around causing Emmett to flip over onto his back, the ground beneath the pair of you shaking slightly as the dirt cakes the clothing you both wore.

Jasper smiles at you, “Never get to confident and lose focus.” he says as the pair of you separated.

Next you up was Edward and Carlisle, Jasper remaining the referee as the wolves allowed you to stand next to them, giving them tips and tricks that they can use, the wolves accepted your help, letting out noises and expressions to let you know if they want more information. You even went as far as to show them where you most vulnerable places are and where the best places to bite and claw at will be.

Jasper called you away for a minute to pair us with Rosalie, you winked at her to tease her, she always needed to be the best at something, the fight was actually a smidge harder than Emmett, Rosalie was more graceful in her moves, quicker in the sense that she was strategic but even with that, you had her in a headlock in less that ten minutes, tight enough to cause her to panic but not enough to do her any actual harm.

You allowed Jasper to train Alice, the way he smiles at her made you wince a little inside, especially because of how she blushed – not literally of course but figuratively – he was easier on her than the rest.

Once training was over, you headed back over to the wolf pack with Edward to ask if there was anything else they felt they needed to know or learn, you even offered to do one-on-one training with them so they knew what it was like to fight a vampire. The large black wolf – the Alpha, Sam – bowed his head at you.

As the rest of the Coven and pack mingled amongst themselves, you spotted Bella sitting on the bonnet of Edwards off-roader, you headed over at human speed not to startle her. She looked up from her palm and smiled at you.

“Hey.” you speak, hopping up on the bonnet with her.

Bella's aura softened, she had always been worried that you didn't like her, in that respect you were a lot like Rosalie, just softer round the edges, you trusted but when it was earned and you protect yourself with a hardened exterior because it was drilled into you during your first years as a vampire.

“You know I don't blame you, Bella.” you spoke after a few minutes, touching her arm with your hand gently. “This is all just one huge flash back for me, and Jasper.”

Bella turned to you, “How do you guys know all this stuff?” she asks, her voice in a whisper.

“We didn't exactly have the same upbringing as the rest of them,” you mutter, pulling up one of your sleeves to expose a series of bite marks all the way up, some overlapped, others weren't neat. “Battle scars.”

Bella gripped your arm and inspected them closer, you smile at her inquisitive side, before pulling up her sleeve to reveal the bite James had given her. She looks at you momentarily and you just nod, confirming silently that vampires had made the marks on you.

“How? I mean...” Bella trailed off.

You let out a small laugh, “I'm originally from England, if you couldn't tell from the accent, but when I was turned my maker realised I had a rare... ability, shall we say... he saw more benefit for him in trading me,” you say, Jasper stood several meters away, leant up against one of the large trees, listening to you, “We arrived in Texas waiting to meet Maria, the leader of the Coven my maker wanted to do a trade with but we were attacked by her Newborns, my maker was killed almost instantly but I... let's just say I cost her ten Newborns that day.”

Bella studied your face as you bit your lip, memory lane for you wasn't the happiest, “She was making an army?”

“They were apparently very common in the south, constant battles for territory. Maria always won, she was careful and smart but she one important weapon – Jasper, he was a Major  in Texas Calvary, when I arrived he was in charge of training us and his ability to control emotions served her the best. She never let them live beyond a year, it was Jaspers job to –”

You swallow hard, Jasper felt a sudden wave of sadness echoing through him.

“Dispose of them.” Jasper said, appearing in front of you making Bella jump slightly, “I could feel everything they felt, the fear, the disappointment, the wondering of worry. I thought what Maria and I had was love, but I was just a puppet.”

He paused, glancing at me.

“It wasn't until Y/N arrived I realised what love what,” he laughed look at you, “She was just as stubborn and strong then as she was now, she started training the Newborns with me but she was also the one to convince me to runaway. If it wasn't for her, I have no idea what I would of done, or what I would be now.”

You smile widely and smugly, “I sound awesome right?” you wink.

Jasper and Bella laugh along with you, soon enough Edward approached us, “Come on, we better get you home.” he says, scooping Bella off the bonnet carefully before pushing you off, Jasper catches you bridal style as you flip Edward off.

Your mate hugs you into the side of him as we watch them leave, a comfortable silence settles over the clearing, everyone else had headed home leaving you and Jasper once again alone. You look up at Jasper with a loving expression.

“You saved me.” you whisper.

Jasper smirked and looked down at you, “No, you saved me and you have saved me every single day since.”

You lean up, wrapped your arms up around his neck, pulling his lips to you. The pair of you work perfectly, tongues soon battle for dominance as the kiss heats up, soon Jasper pushes you against the trunk of a tree, his forehead against yours as you both pant – unnecessarily of course but something's are just naturally going to take your breath away.

“So Major, what's you plan now?” you tease.

Jasper shakes his head at the nickname, “Well ma'am, I plan making you very happy and moaning a hell of a lot, how does that sound?”

You can't help but laugh loudly, you put on your thickest southern accent impersonation, “Well sir, that sounds mighty fine.” and wink at him.

Your mate laughs loudly before kissing you again. A smile remains on your lips throughout the kisses, you may not be like Alice and see the future but you know for sure that everything you will ever need, is right here with Major Jasper Whitlock.

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if i had my way i would be yours chapter five (taywhora)

fuck ME this chapter kicked my ass but i’m gonna go insane if i go over it any longer so here it is, the long awaited chapter with some smut. it’s the last scene if you want to skip it, the rest is clean

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Tayce felt like she was floating on air when A’whora got close to her. Her heart couldn’t handle the cuteness of her roommate in their affectionate moments. She had no idea what she did, innocently cuddling into her as friends did. 

Because they were just friends. Only friends and nothing more. And it totally wasn’t eating Tayce up inside with every moment she realised that. Not at all. 

A’whora herself was just glad to have her friend back, living without Tayce in close proximity was so strange, she loved the way the brunette always kept things interesting in their flat. There was always something going on with her and even when there wasn’t she made something happen. Somehow trying to relax and watch a movie turned into a gossip session, rife with giggles and stories of stupid things no one else would find as funny. But it made them laugh until their faces hurt. Because they were together. 

A’whora took Tayce’s coming out as a chance to bond over something different. She introduced Tayce to small bits of queer culture at a time, though she’d absorbed a lot through being best friends with a lesbian for years and having their whole circle of friends being part of the LGBT. 

“How do I know this will scream I like women?” she’d questioned while A’whora helped her with outfits for a night out. The pair were determined to make sure Tayce had a good first experience at a gay bar while out. She was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, a similarly dark flannel shirt, and a leather jacket. She could not have looked more gay if she tried, though the way the jeans clung to her ass made A’whora rethink agreeing to help her with everything. How was she so hot? She would look so good under her clothes, what A’whora could give to rip that flannel off her and- 

She needed to sort herself out before they left. Her feelings, how hot Tayce was and alcohol was a dangerous combination. She could hold herself together if only Tayce would stop looking so good. 

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They were late to get there, they always were with Tayce’s lack of time management and A’whora having to spend hours getting ready for anything. It was a bad combination but that didn’t motivate them to fix it, plus people were used to Tayce being late, including A’whora because they were attached at the hip.

They joined Bimini and Asttina once they got inside, Lawrence and Ellie joining soon after. 

“So what actually happened? She was fuming, you were having communication issues and now it’s all fine? You two never cease to amaze me.” Asttina got right to the point, an eyebrow raised as A’whora gave a nervous smile 

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Tayce felt relaxed by the alcohol in her system, though neither her nor A’whora were particularly drunk; they were a fun level of tipsy, giggling amongst themselves much to their friends' chagrin. A’whora was joking about something, Tayce found it hard to focus on her speech with how cute she was. Her dimples showed as she smiled, laughing at her own joke. 

“Tayce? Are you even listening! That was really funny!” She whined, poking Tayce in the shoulder to get her attention, pouting as she got an eye roll in response. 

“Maybe if it was that funny I would have listened.” Tayce quipped back, holding back a laugh as A’whora whined even more. 

“You’re such a bitch, why are we even friends?”

“Because, someone has to put up with you. Figured I'd give the world a favour.” Tayce smirked, delighting in the huff that the blonde let out before taking another sip of her drink.

“Tayce!” 

“I’m kidding, you’re sweet if not a bit annoying sometimes, it’s what I love about you, you know that, dumbass”

“Yeah, I am pretty loveable.” A’whora bounced back quickly from her annoyance, her chest warming at the compliment. She tried to play it off, flicking her hair in an overdramatic show of confidence. 

“Your ego isn’t” Tayce deadpanned, erupting into laughter as A’whora gasped, hand on her chest in exaggerated shock. 

“You’re cute, don’t let it get to your head though.” Tayce wondered if it was the alcohol giving her the confidence to say what she thought. A’whora could react in any kind of way but she didn’t care. 

“You’re not so bad looking yourself, still a bit of an ass though.”

“You say that like you’re not the biggest cunt I've ever met.” 

“Well, you are what you eat.” The blonde grinned as Tayce shook her head at the comment. She delighted in shocking her and causing reactions, 

“You’re disgusting oh my god.”

“What? You’ll discover how good it is soon enough. I know it’s been a minute but you’ll find a girl to show you soon.”

“Aurora please stop talking about my lack of a sex life.” Tayce shook her head, for all that she loved about her A’whora did not have a way with words. She was open to a fault and found it hilarious how squeamish Tayce would get when she got explicit. She could handle most of it after a while but the way she would switch mid-conversation was something too unpredictable to deal with. 

Despite all that, she was still adorable in the way she burst into giggles at Tayce’s plea, agreeing while trying to compose herself. 

“What are you two laughing about, it must be something hilarious to have her laughing like a diseased seal.” Lawrence interrupted them, though Tayce was thankful that A’hwora couldn’t go further with her comments. She wasn’t drunk enough to deal with it yet. 

“Wouldn’t you lovebirds like to know? You two been shagging in the toilets or something? Haven’t seen you since you came in here.” Tayce looked them up and down, noticing the lipstick slightly smudged. They’d been getting up to something, it was obvious by the way Lawrence stammered trying to respond with a quip and failing. Ellie stood silent, shaken by how perceptive Tayce could be.

A’whora had no such reaction, laughing harder as they stood slack-jawed and hanging onto Tayce in a feeble attempt to calm herself. 

“At least they’re finally doing something about it, watching them fumble around their feelings while ignoring any possibility of mutual feelings was just painful.'' A'whora shook her head, delighting in the way Tayce snickered, nodding emphatically in agreement. She internally sighed in relief that Lawrence was still in shock and didn’t notice the way she looked at Tayce when she laughed. 

She didn’t need them pulling attention to her feelings. 

Not when she could barely hold them in.

“What is it with everyone tonight? Bim and Asttina are all over each other, have a bit of class you hounds!” Tayce exclaimed, shaking her head in mock judgement at the couples. Part of her still didn’t love seeing people in a situation she found almost impossible but it was easier now, as if the weight had finally been lifted when she came out to A’whora. It felt good to be understood, to have someone so attuned to you they knew what was happening and exactly what she needed. Tayce shifted, perhaps it was the alcohol but she couldn’t help but think she didn’t deserve how lovely A’whora was. Though no one did, she was perfect, too good for the world she lived in.

She ached to verbalise it, pull the blonde close, and whisper how much she adored her, though Lawrence and Ellie were still there and they were in public. She just wanted to give affection but it didn’t come easy. Maybe with some time? 

The scots seemed more interested in each other than whatever light conversation had happened between the four of them, something must have been in the air to explain the way their companions split off into pairs, interested in no one else than their partners. 

Tayce wished she could be one of them, hold A’whora close and press soft kisses to her as the alcohol broke down her barriers, leaving her a melted putty in A’whora’s hands. 

“What’s got you thinking so hard? Is everyone pairing off making you have an existential crisis or something?” A’whora jabbed lightly, Tayce letting out a laugh at the comment. She didn’t know how to respond, it wasn’t easy to communicate your feelings to your roommate, the fear it would make things unfixable between them heavy on her heart after their previous spat. It wasn’t worth the risk, not to lose her. 

“I just think it’s funny how they paired up. Lawrence and Ellie used to mope with us about being single while Bims was the only one with any balls to say something to someone they liked. Now it’s just us two.” Tayce mused, feeling a hand take her own and give it a slight squeeze. A’whora stared at her, smiling softly. IT was an innocent gesture that sent her reeling further. She really had no idea the power she had in making Tayce feel like she was floating at any sign of affection. 

“It’ll happen to us eventually, you’ve only just come out there’s no need to rush things, no matter who you date.”

“Thanks, Rory. You’ve been really helpful with all of this.” Tayce’s softer tone told the blonde everything she needed to know. Her words were tender, heartfelt. It was a rarity for Tayce to be so open, it felt good. 

No words had to be exchanged. Maybe something was different, they stayed close, Tayce’s hand stayed held by A’whora’s own. Tayce felt a warmth envelop her body that couldn’t have been the alcohol. The way A’whora looked at her just added to it, something playful in her eyes as she smiled at Tayce as if she’d done anything more than sitting there and melt over her pretty roommate. 

“Shit, I think everyone is going to do their own thing, Tayce, maybe we should go?”

“Yeah, I was getting kind of bored of watching them almost fuck in a bar. Takeaway?” Tayce asked, smirking as A’whora’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. 

“You read my mind.”

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“You good there, Rory?” Tayce watched her roommate distractedly attempting to put some chips in her mouth and failing, blinking in surprise at Tayce calling her attention. She shrugged, the alcohol had mostly faded and she was too busy trying to distract herself with anything that wasn’t Tayce’s current state of dress. She’d complained of being too hot, stripping into a bra, and still in her jeans. It drove a’whora insane to look at. She couldn’t hold herself in if she looked for too long. Though she turned to Tayce as she spoke, soon coming to regret her decision. 

“You like what you’re seeing?” Tayce felt A’whora’s eyes on her, mouth agape. She wanted to mess with her, winking. Internally she was delighting in the way she blushed at the comment. Was she always this easy to rile up? It was probably the alcohol but they both felt pretty sober now. Something about having the blonde unable to take her eyes off her was enchanting. It made her heart speed up, something fluttering in her chest but something else she wasn’t so used to. Something churning below, a desire for a certain someone she was finding harder to contain by the minute. 

“You should put a shirt on,” A’whora muttered out meekly, unable to verbalise much of anything above a pitiful whine. She couldn’t do this, not with Tayce being so hot and her being so pent up. It had been too long, she just wanted to hold someone and make them scream in pleasure. She wanted to know what Tayce would sound like mid climax, would she squeal? Breathe heavily? A’whora pegged her as a quieter person, letting out low moans and grunts as she was pleasured. She wanted to test it, see what would make her squirm and-

Fuck. 

She was too horny to be dealing with this.

“What if I didn’t? Would it drive you insane if I took this shirt off? You wanna see my tits, don’t you, you absolute hound.” Tayce eyed her up like a predator staring at its prey. The way she licked her lips while maintaining eye contact sent A’whora. She couldn’t handle it anymore. She crawled over, placing Tayce’s box of chips on the side before unhooking her bra. Tayce let out a hum of curiosity, nodding to signal A’whora to keep going. 

This was far too interesting not to watch. The way A’whora’s eyes stayed trained on her chest, flickering up to gauge Tayce’s reaction every time she did something. With another nod she went further, hands cupping Tayce’s breasts, thumb running over her nipples, and delighting in the way Tayce’s breath hitched. She kept at it, Tayce letting out small noises at the action. Something was about to happen, they both knew it. It was the last chance to bail out before they ended up doing it and Tayce just nodded once more, eyes serious as she smiled at the blonde. 

A’whora took the go-ahead, pulling her into a searing kiss. Tayce could feel her lust in the way she grabbed at her hair, lightly pulling it to steer her into where she wanted. Tayce followed her instincts, letting her lips trail down A’whora’s cheek and feeling herself wetten at the noises she let out. 

A’whora was loud, she knew that already but to be causing those noises and seeing her squirm was doing something to Tayce. She couldn’t hold herself back. She had to close the distance between their lips as A’whora let out a soft moan. 

“We should take this to the bedroom,” A’whora spoke quietly, not sure how much she could get out without Tayce getting more noise out of her. 

Tayce nodded, following A’whora as she pulled her into her room and lightly pushed her down onto the bed. She couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as she got on top of her, hovering about her body as she pulled her into another lustful kiss. 

Tayce tried to get the same rise out of A’whora, running her hands all over her body. Grasping at her tits as A’whora had before. Something had shifted in her the second they hit that mattress. Her eyes sparkled with something that sent a shiver down Tayce’s spine. She knew exactly what she wanted and wouldn’t focus on anything else. 

She wanted Tayce, and she was going to get her. 

A’whora took the lead, her hands exploring the body beneath her as Tayce groaned in pleasure. The sound encouraged her more, snaking her hands down to where her jeans were still on, unzipping them, and helping Tayce out of them. A few fingers fell to her underwear, rubbing through it to see where she was and delighting in the soft whine Tayce let out. 

A thought crossed her mind about making her beg for it, drawing something out of Tayce that she’d never seen but it wasn’t the right time for that. She just wanted to make her feel good, they could play around next time.

Tayce didn’t know how to deal with the pleasure erupting through her body. She muffled a moan into her hand at how well A’whora seemed to know what she was doing. Every flex of her fingers sent ripples through Tayce. She was helpless against her touch and could only let out low moans begging for more. 

A’whora blessed her, speeding up her fingers. Tayce threw her head back, shamelessly letting out a loud groan at how good it felt. She couldn’t help but melt against her roommate's touch. Something about her was so good, it was better than anything Tayce had ever felt. 

If this was what sex was like, she’d never want to go to anyone else. 

She wanted to pull A’whora into another kiss but her body had made another decision, her mind clouded only able to focus on the building feeling of irrepressible pleasure.

A’whora felt her building up, speeding herself up and pressing kisses to Tayce’s thighs, suppressing a smirk at how she gasped at the feeling. She removed her fingers slowly, pressing her mouth to her slick cunt. Tayce let out an uncharacteristically high whine as her tongue hit all the right spots. She squirmed against 

Tayce let out the sound again, lasting longer as she climaxed, A’whora moved back to her fingers to lull her out of it before crawling up to cuddle Tayce as she laid back, recovering from it all. 

“What about you?” Tayce hummed, her tone thick with tiredness. A’whora wanted to laugh at how easily she was wiped out but thought better of it. She was too cute like this, a dopey grin playing on her features as she was still running off the high from her orgasm.

“I’m alright, I just wanted to make you feel good. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” A’whora shrugged, her chest warming as Tayce scooted closer to curl into her arms. 

“Me too.” The dopey smile returned, Tayce’s words warm with affection in a way that made the blonde’s heart soar. 

Tayce didn’t say much more, passing out with her head on A’whora’s chest, held close by her arms. This was it, all she wanted. A’whora savoured the moment before succumbing to her fatigue, smiling as she heard a muffled “gnight Rory” on the brink of consciousness. 

#taywhora #rpdr fanfiction #if i had my way i would be yours

[babykatsu]

Star Gazing.

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pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

word count: 2k

rating: mature 🌧

genre: fluff, lil smutty(?)

warnings: kissing, suggestive, indications of sex, sexual touches, for the most part, it’s just fluff 🤧

masterlist!

synopsis: Somehow you managed to drag your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou, into coming to stargaze with you. How? Quite simply, he could never say no to you. So when you brought up this very cliche date idea, as much as he wanted to refuse and decline, he couldn’t.

The navy sky above was drizzled in glistening pearly stars, arranged in different patterns and shapes. Every one of those gleaming orbs having their own meanings in the vast universe that was beyond your reach. You felt so meaningless when the sheer size of your surroundings began to sink in. Your surroundings were black, the night's trail engulfing you. The only light present was soft, just barely illuminated the atmosphere. It’s source was the moon, shining gently through the pitch void that absorbed your two bodies. The two bodies that lay comfortably on the grass below. You rested your head on Bakugous chest. Every thump of his heart was audible, the way it calmly chimed in a steady rhythm. It made this whole moment worthwhile.

As much as Bakugou didn’t want to admit it, he was enjoying himself. The way you felt so warm under his grasp, the way you would shudder ever so slightly when he rubbed his warm fingers against your chilled skin, even the thoughtless rambling that flowed out of your dreary mouth. It was all so soothing to him. All his brain could think about was how lucky he was to have someone like you.

He never felt like he could have something so special in his life, never a priority or thought that crossed his mind. But when you showed up, you softened him up in a way he never thought he could. All the touches he never wanted to receive, all the presents, all the sappy dates. Suddenly, he wanted them all. But he didn’t want these things from just anyone. He wanted to share these moments with you and you only.

To say he was in love was an understatement. He loved you way more than words could describe, that’s maybe why he rarely used them. You didn’t mind however, it made his rare vocal affection all the more special in your opinion. He may lack in that aspect, but he damn well knew how to spoil you in his physical gratification.

Bakugou didn’t want to give in and say he enjoyed this moment, he didn’t really want to speak either but this moment just felt so right. It felt so right to give in to his rare desire to vocally praise you as he put his pride aside.

“I love you”

His words streamed out his mouth smoothly like it was second nature to him. It came as a surprise at how normal his words sounded, especially when he used them so infrequently. As dramatic as it was, he didn’t just throw that phrase around. That’s what made stuff like this so meaningful.

You felt your face slowly warm-up until you knew for sure it had a red glint to it. A sudden swarm of butterflies paraded in your stomach and a smile grew across your face. Like a child who just received a sweet, you felt an overwhelming amount of joy flood your system, so much so you could just barely speak. Stumbling for words, you felt them bottle up at the back of your throat.

“you don’t have to say it back, dumbass”

A low raspy laugh escaped his lips, only adding to your embarrassed state. He really made you a mess with just three simple words, but that’s the dominance he held over you, and he loved every god damn second of it. He knew exactly how flustered you got as something like that. Especially when he rarely lets you hear his gratitude.

Slowly, he trailed his warm fingertips up your arm, leaving goosebumps to prick up along the attend areas. His touch felt so soft yet it had a teasing aura to it, like he knew what he was doing. And he sure did.

He knew exactly what he was doing actually. From the words that spilled out his mouth to the carefully planned touches. He was no idiot, of course, he would strategically plot this. You might as well call this your karma for giving him no choice into part taking in this silly date.

This was going to be one hell of a night for sure. You couldn’t help but wonder what treat you were in for tonight, what was he plotting?

Though you kept pondering, thoughts looming around your brain as your body melted on top of his, the gentle touches continued. And as they did, they had found there way to your jaw. The warm pads of his fingers crept up your face, it’s sudden warmth shooting a chill to crawl all over your body. His tender fingers lifted your face, an overload of emotion causing your breath to hitch and mouth to go dry.

It was so weird how even after all these years of being together, he made every interaction between you two feel like the first time. His touch never got old and your body always seemed to fall apart whenever he did so much so as to look your way with that love-filled gaze in his eyes. And once again in this very moment, your body was erupting in all sorts of ways as he literally just caressed your face.

“fuck, I wanna kiss you so bad right now”

He admitted as his eyes darkened, glazed with a shadowy glint. At this point, you felt yourself fully weaken at his words and gestures. His touches were too overwhelming and his words were sending you to cloud 9. Just simply looking at him at this moment. The way a shy light brightened his handsome features, accentuating his vermilion gaze. It was all too much to take in all at once.

“nothing’s stopping you”

You somehow managed to choke those words out, though they seemed to coil up at the tip of your tongue, resulting in it coming out as just barely a whisper.

“Wouldn’t want to make a mess out of you, princess”

He knew fully well that you were in fact already a mess, you were speechless, your nerves all over the place, and most of all your body felt hot all over. That cheeky piece of shit.

“oh wait. you already are”

his hot breath trickled down your neck as he came closer to your ear, whispering his teases. Your body tensed as you felt yourself quiver, his comments making you feel so helpless it was starting to get humiliating. In false annoyance, you pouted your plump lips, returning your focus to the night sky above.

That mischievous grin that had itself so comfortable placed on bakugous face, only grew wider as he watched you behave so childishly. He knew you weren’t mad at all, just being your usual childlike self.

Bakugou didn’t just enjoy this sappy date, he fucking loved it. Nothing in this world could have prepared him for this much satisfaction, and his laughter and jokey laid back nature proved it. You’ve never seen him so chill.

A sudden warm yet wet feeling made itself present on the delicate skin of your neck. A kiss. An overabundance of fluttery pecks peppered your neck, resulting in your eyes to widen and fingers to curl into the soft cotton fabric of bakugous shirt. As he showered your neck in his innocent praise, you finally gained just an ounce of the affection you were seeking so hard just a few seconds ago. You felt your body heat up again. Once more you felt the flutters fly throughout your body as you clung onto bakugous frame. It wasn’t just because you were so flustered at his touches anymore, but because it began to deepen.

The friendly pecks soon turned to passionate kisses. As his tongue trailed down from the bottom of your neck to your ear lobe, he nibbled and sucked in all the right spots, resulting in the echoing of a gentle moan coming from you. The way your boyfriend's lips curled up was evident as you felt, his lips brushing against you.

“if you want more, just use that pretty voice of yours and tell me”

He smirked against your skin and by now you were more than just flustering at his actions, you were beyond that. Every movement made you melt and you wanted more. Way more.

“p-please, kats-u”

Your voice trailed off to bliss as you hummed his name. His praises didn’t stop, not even for a second as his warm drenched tongue ran laps across your sensitive skin. He sucked harshly, but not enough to hurt you, yet enough to cause you pure pleasure. Wincing a whining as he left his mark on your neck.

Something about this little innocent date was suddenly taking a... mature turn.

Your slender fingers scrunched into a fist as tender gasps slipped out your mouth, music to bakugous ears. Carefully, he traced his lips along your delicate face, until they hovered over your needy lips, yearning to be kissed and attended.

“you’re so god damn beautiful like this, babygirl”

He spoke in a hushed tone, deep and husky before he finally connected his smooth saturated lips to yours. They felt amazing. The way his lips wrapped around your own, his warmth exciting you to every degree. Swiftly, he tugged at your bottom lip, trailing his damp tongue across it before eagerly slipping it into your own mouth. The heated muscle rubbed and explored every inch, circling your tongue and sloppily slipping in and out of your mouth. Each time when your lips came to meet again, the kiss deepening in a passion.

But it wasn’t just his mouth doing wonders, making your heart race and loudly beat against your chest. His callous hands did equally as much of the work, not hesitating to trail, grip and caress every curve and inch of you. That familiar buzz shooting through your veins, feeling yourself getting more and more hungry for his touch as the thought of all the things you want him to do to you clouded your brain.

His hands crawled down your spine, edging closer to all the more sensitive areas of your body. Breathlessly panting between each kiss you and bakugou shared, you suddenly felt his warm hand squeeze your ass causing a squeal to erupt from you.

“someone’s excited”

He broke the kiss, his mischievous glare taunting you as his iconic smirk appeared once more.

“let’s take this somewhere else but i wouldn’t mind fucking you under the stars either, baby”

The seductive tone that was laced in his voice made you weak at the knees. Maybe his idea didn’t sound so bad.

“Please do, katsuki”

And with that, he resumed his touches, hands wondering to your weakest spots.

This was going to be one hell of a night...

#bakugou #bakugou smut #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou x reader #bnha #katsuki bakugou #mha #bakugoutextfic #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha au #mha au #my hero academia #baku no hero academia #bakugo katsuki #bakugou imagine #bakugou bnha #bnha headcanons #bakugou au #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha fluff #mha smut #bakugou kagsuki smut #my hero academia smut

[yandere-wishes]

Aquaphobia //Yandere Leviathen x reader//

Oh, have I never mentioned that I am MORTIFIED of water and literally any sea creatures...no? It must have slipped my mind.

For this story, I'm making a few assumptions. 1) Levi can turn into some sort of sea monster-like thing I'm assuming it looks like a cross between a Megladon/Giant squid/ Sea serpent. 2) He can communicate with sea creatures. 3) The giant horrifying aquarium that basically makes up his back wall is in reality linked to either an ocean or somewhere that houses a bunch of dangerous sea beings. 4) In addition to sea animal communication Levi posses Aquakinesis

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For as long as you can remember water has always haunted you.

The large bodies of H2O particles have never failed to shake you to your very core. 

In every single nightmare you ever recall, you are drowning in one of those shallow blue celestial bodies. The colorless liquid invading your mouth, clawing its way to where your lungs rested, joyously filling and choking them. 

Sea roamers of all kinds flocked to your drowning corps, millions of eyes drinking in your defenseless form, from the beady black shark eyes to the yellow cyclops eye of a giant squid. A fraction of a second later and those beastes were sinking their fangs into your tender flesh, large tentacles wrapping themselves around an arm or leg and tugging it until it detached from the rest of your corps. 

But in the end, you always woke up, always resumed your day as if nothing had come to pass the night before, back then you knew that it was only a nightmare....however this time you weren't so sure. 

Out of all seven brothers you'd always dreaded Leviathan the most. You had nothing against his "otaku" like ways or his unkempt appearance. No, it was simply what he was that made you keep your distance. 

Yet the third born seemed to have other plans for you. Leviathan hates "normies", the average demons and humans that overpopulate the earth, mocking those like him who have hobbies and likings that are "abnormal" in their eyes, forcing them to live shameful lives of isolation. Due to the superiority of normies in all three realms Levi had never once come across someone as abnormal as himself...that was until the new exchange student had arrived. At first, they had seemed to be just like anyone else, a normal human with absolutely nothing extravagant about them. But as time progressed Levi became aware of just how similar the two of them were. She would spend hours talking to Mammon about the newest anime or the latest level of the video game she was playing. Her tone was always so excited and pure, eyes gleaming and radiating happiness. But Mammon never understood, he simply scuffed and made some degrading comment about her being a nerd or worst then Levi. 

Maybe it was then and there that Levi had decided you were the one. That if anybody angel, demon or human would ever understand him, ever be this alike to him, it would be you, it had to be.

You didn't want to go to his room. You'd avoided it like the plague after Mammon had described the bathtub bed and giant aquarium that drew its water from one of the Devildom's massive oceans. The avatar of greed had even vividly described how the ceiling tiles could pull away, reveling yet another large aquarium for a roof. 

It sounded worst than any haunted house, a place you would never dare venture into. But this time you didn't have a choice, try as you may you couldn't get out of this. 

Earlier that day you'd awaken to something cold and yet trailing down your visage. The mere texture of the substance had jolted you from your slumber, the fear of the colorless liquid had bounded itself deep into your body's habits and subconscious. Eyes dilate, body frozen, tears at the brink of falling. A moist want reached out and cupped your chin, turning your neck too briskly that you were sure you heard a few bones "pop". A squeal escaped your lips only to be met with an instantaneous "shh, be quiet".  Your (eye color) orbs landed on the third born, his eyes housed a sort of sick glee it matched the sadistic twisted smirk he dawned on his face. Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through your veins, maybe it was the fact that you'd just awoken and your brain was still partly asleep. Either way, you could have sworn that Leviathan's teeth had somehow changed. They where long and jagged, bending at roots were they sprouted from his gums, to top off the horror thin lines of thick juicy crimson highlighted the tips and betweens of his shark life teeth. 

By now you had begun to sob, tears flowing non stop from your puffy red eyes. Your body was frozen you dared not move, vocal cords had given up and your tongue laid dead at the bottom of your mouth.

"Hello, princess sleep well?" Despite it seeming so innocent there was a sort of mocking laced into the question.

You noticed something in his other hand. A large familiar blue-colored plushy with a gasmask was suffocating in this grasp. That was a rare collectible you'd somehow managed to win from a Crain game back in the human world. You never slept a night without, feeling safe whenever you held it in your embrace. When you'd arrived in the Devildom you'd practically begged Lucifer to retrieve it for you. It had taken all so many tears and tantrums, in addition, to agree to take over his chores for the course of two months. The day the firstborn had carelessly tossed it to you, had probably been the second happiest day of your life. 

Levi let out a cruel giggle as he brought your prized possession closer to your face. His long nails dug into the fabric of its forehead as he dangled it before your eyes. "It's kinda cute, what show is it from?" This time round he sounded genuin, no inanity to be heard. Yet you didn't speak still petrified and stiff. 

One heartbeat

two heartbeats

three heartbeats--

"Fine! What you won't talk to me cause you think you're better than me?!" You shook your head slowly, the gesture barely being noticeable. Yet he picked up on it. He let out another string of offensive giggles "You're scared, right? Afraid the big bad sea monster will eat you?". Oh, God how desperately you wished you could run. Find Mammon or Lucifer and cling to them. To find any means to get away from this monster. 

His fingers fell from your face, he turned without saying another word and made his way to the door. As he opened it, he called behind his shoulder. " If you want it back, come to my room at midnight and come alone" He then slammed the door abandoning you to your thoughts and terrors. 

In short, that was why you were standing in front of the door that would lead you to your personal hell. You had no desire to step foot into his room and yet it was the sole means to retrieving your stuffed monster. Hesitantly you lifter your hand to knock, your finger had not touched the wood when the door creaked open and something slithered around your arm and dragged you into Leviathan's room. 

"I-I'm h-here know p-please give it back--"

Your back collided with the cold tiled floor. You let out a scream of pain before Levi's hand was shoved over your mouth. 

"Be quiet would ya?" His orange and purple orbs gazed into your wide mortified eyes. He let out a sigh and his gaze softened. "(Y/N)...I-I've never felt this way about anyone before...well maybe Ruri-chan and Sugar Frenzy's lead singer for a short period of time, oh and this one...nevermind! Look I-I feel like your something different okay. I g-guess that I have a little crush on you. Noting big alright! But-but what do you say (Y/N) will yo be mine? We'd make a great couple! We like the exact samethings, share practically the same opinions. We are meant to be one!" Slowly he lifted his hand from your mouth, an excited smile playing at his lips, his eyes sparkled with joy and exhilaration. Maybe if you'd have time to think this trough you would have felt bad about what you next words where. 

The second his hand was removed from your mouth you shouted.

"NO! No no no no no! Never! I can't I just can't your a freaking sea monster you--"

No sooner had the words left your mouth that you felt your head accelerate forward and then get smashed on the wet hard floor. The notion repeated again and again. You where sure you were bleeding, some sort of concussion must have formed, your sight was blurry and spots were dancing everywhere. 

"You stupid normi! You tricked me! I thought you were like me! That would actually love someone like me! You made me freaking fall in love with you, you bitch!" 

He twisted your head to the side and pushed your face into the floor. "You're scared of water aren't you? Your sacred of what lives in the water too right? Is that why you don't love me (y/n)? Cause I'm some sort of water freak? Well? Damit answer me!"

"Yes" you choked out "y-yes L-Leviathan, I'm scared of you!" He let out a furious sigh, his tail wrapped around your neck and hosted you up pressing you into the glass of the aquarium. An odd noise filled to room, something alike to buzzing yet..somehow very different. "You know what's funny (y/n)? I may be some sort of freak, but I'm also the only thing keeping you safe from the horrors behind the class." 

Something was swimming closer and closer, it's figure getting bigger and bigger. The teeth and large snout and hulking dorsal fins soon became evident what was coming toward you. You screamed, the noise echoed and bounced from one wall to the next. Your throat started to bleed and go raw, your mind blank with the loud ringing of alarms or was that your heart trying to break your ribcage and runaway?

As the monstrous shark swam only a few centimeters away from the glass, you could feel the sensitivity and life drain from your corpse, blackness taking over. You tried to remain awake to grip on to conscious, darkness was not friendly for it only showed the monsters face, the image burned permanently into your brain. 

As you slipped away into a stygian dream world, Levi brought your limp body to his chest cradling you gently and sweetly kissing your forehead. He waved a hand dismissively at his "pet" and watched for a second as it swam away. He lifted you up and brought you over to his bed. Placing you carefully inside. He placed your stuffy next to you and stood up admiring the aesthetic of your sleeping form. You were so gorgeous when you weren't scared or defensive. 

"You're mine (y/n), finally! I'm never going to let anyone else come near.. you never!"

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me leviathan x you #obey me leviathan x reader #yandere obey me #shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me yandere leviathan x reader #obey me yandere leviathan #obey me yandere leviathan x you #obey me leviathan aesthetic #obey me leviathan moodboard #leviathan #yandere leviathan #yandere leviathan x reader #yandere leviathan x you #yandere #yandere x reader #yancore #Yandere aesthetic #obey me x reader #obey me x you

[a-lil-perspective]

Hello! May I please request some Wrecker fluff?🥺 thank you! (ᵃˡˢᵒ, ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ!!!!)

Hello!! Thank you!! Wrecker fluff? Say no more. :)(Also has a twinge of kiss prompt #48 requested by @obiorbenkenobi) I hope you enjoy!

@shadow-hyder @thegoodbatch @obiorbenkenobi @starflyer-104 @everyonehasanindividuality @karpasia @kriffingunlucky

A Sweet Sense of Scents and Sweat

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“How many is that, now? One-seventy-nine?”

“One-eighty.” Wrecker grunted, a hint of pride looming over his response while his arms extended straight, elbows locking with the motion of hefting his bulk off the floor in completion of yet another push-up.

“Are... you sure you’re not tired yet?” You hesitantly inquired for what was going on the tenth time now, wishing you could see his face from your current position splayed flat across the wide expanse of his backside, stationary in your stance during the entirety of Wrecker’s current workout consisting of one hundred and eighty push-ups—and counting.

He faltered in his movements to regard you with full attentiveness, a hint of confusion coating his words.

“Y/N, if you think you’re hurting me—you aren’t, don’t worry. I barely even feel ya back there.”

“Does that mean I’m not providing enough of a challenge for you, or is that just your superior strength talking?” You muse, reaching up to pat his shoulder.

“Neither. I just wanted an excuse to have you on top of me.”

You could hear the sheer mischief in his voice fully effervescing in that instant.

“Well just say the word and I’m yours,” you smirked, unflinching in countering his proclivity for brazen declarations while deciphering any underlying subtleties that desired to be interpreted in that instant.

“I’ll remember that, for next time.” Wrecker flashed a wide grin. The two of you had been engulfed in various workouts the entirety of the day, and Wrecker finally halted his endeavors to lift himself off the floor and catch the towel you tossed him; taking a moment to wipe the sheen of sweat from his face before turning to address you with further clarification.

“You aren’t actually heavy, though. If it makes ya feel better—everything is light to me. I myself am the impossible one to lift.” He suddenly lifted a thick finger to prod with a sense of reverence at the soft contour of toned muscle adorning your upper arms before continuing in pragmatism. “Even for you, verd’ika.”

Was that a challenge? You took a moment to feel a deep sense of appreciation towards Wrecker’s underlying compliment in addressing your skill as a radiant confidence washed over you; a playful scoff and impish grin on full display. “Bet. I could definitely lift you.”

“You think so?”

“All six-foot-eight of you, ramikad.”

Wrecker’s bellow of laughter reverberated through your entire form. “This I have to see!”

“Oh, you will!” You blurt, eyes sparkling in determination before wagging a stubborn finger in his direction, to which Wrecker simply arched a brow in amusement while regarding you for a long moment.

“You are so—”

“Ah ah, I know you’re not about to say cute,” you tsk, having intercepted his claim by crossing your arms to coincide your ribbing tone.

“But... you are!” He sheepishly defended his innocence. “Especially with you wanting to lift me. You’re so funny.”

“What, you don’t believe I can actually do it?” You jut your bottom lip in a pout of feigned offense taken, seamlessly easing into the role of whimsicality alongside the larger man’s own.

He somehow missed your performance; eyes suddenly going wide in response to what he perceived to be your literal whine. His voice was laced with apology, a large hand rubbing the back of his neck out of discomfit. “No, that’s... that’s not it. I just meant—”

“I’m teasing you, Wrecker. Don’t get all flustered around me, big guy,” you chortle, the playful flick of your finger against the well-endowed muscle accessorizing his arms barely placing emphasis on your tease. You absentmindedly wondered if his sensory receptors to touch even registered your subtle gesture due to the utter density of his muscle mass.

Inwardly, Wrecker fully acknowledged your touch, and it never failed to send a wildfire spreading through him. He wanted to tell you that your teasing spanned beyond verbalization, but ultimately decided that was a conversation for another time and place.

Feeling an inflation of confidence return to his side, Wrecker contemplatively eyed the way you strolled up to his towering frame before your arms, petite in contrast to his hulking ones yet bearing impressive strength, wrapped tightly around his waist; the particular area of his body most closely aligned with your eye-level.

You weren’t even granted a chance to impress the man with your own physical prowess before your feet suddenly became absentee from the floor as you felt your form hovering, locked in place within large arms now pressing you firmly to his chest.

Not fair.

“Hey!” You complained over your new position with a laugh of surprise at finding yourself now directly eye-level with Wrecker, whose face greeted you with a handsome and knowing smirk plastered to his texturized features while he gazed at you with eyes of adoration.

“Yes, Y/N?”

His sense of humor was absolutely infectious.

You cleared your throat in dramatization. “In case you forgot... you were supposed to be the one dangling mid-air,” your legs swing in a childlike manner. “Not me.”

“Well, how else was I supposed to reach your lips?”

His teasing question held validity.

You quickly recover from your stupefied expression before addressing the hovering of his lips over your own with the light peck of a youthful and endearing kiss.

“Good point. I would’ve had to stand on my tip toes and then some, while you would’ve literally bent in half like a piece of flimsiplast from having to lean down so far.”

The sound of a simultaneous burst in euphoric laughter echoed the entire room, projecting off the walls as the air eagerly welcomed the permeating cheeriness and heightened spirits.

You loved Wrecker’s simplicity—a man straightforwardly unabashed in his emotions and affection; his ability to brighten moods by way of pure authenticity and whimsical wonder never ceasing to amaze you. His jovial demeanor kept everyone grounded in the present by way of tossing colorfully expressive grenades set to periodically explode into wholesome exuberance alongside an amiable personality.

If you were honest with yourself, you couldn’t get enough of the big guy.

Your chortling finally faltered as you became tangibly aware of the way your arms currently slung around Wrecker’s neck became clammy with the thin veil of sweat settling over the bare areas of skin between the two of you; a lingering result now manifested from the several hours of physical exertion that preceded your tender interaction. You playfully wrinkled your nose in feigned repulse.

“We seriously need to shower.”

“We? Are you offering your company during a shower session?” The suggestive wink from his good eye left you inwardly accepting the slight heat rising to your cheeks.

“Ah, not yet, handsome. However—” you pause in deliberation to briefly lean into the crook of his neck, and Wrecker vaguely noted the way your demeanor changed when you promptly retracted; a glimmer of mischief over some obscure confirmation or newfound revelation now flickering across your features as you continued, “—I am offering to share my shower products. You can keep using my sweet star-cherry scented soap—it smells amazing on you.”

The pure scarlet washing over Wrecker’s natural skin pigmentation to accompany his adorable reaction to your discovery of his little scented secret resulted in your head thrown back in a fit of unrestrained laughter as you lovingly pulled him close.

“Oh Wrecker—I love you, big guy.”

#star wars #Wrecker X Reader #my writing #it’s a Lil thing

[alexblakeisgay]

Will You Love Me When...

Ship: Alex Blake/Reader

Summary: You’re married to Alex and the two of you are expecting your first child together.

Word Count: 1365

This is in response to the anonymous request: alex blake/reader thing i headcanon alex as being such a gentle partner like she’d be the one that kisses your cheeks and just makes you all blushy and soft inside

Please feel free to send me requests!

As you finished heaving your stomach contents into the toilet, a presence loomed in the doorway to the bathroom as your wife joined you.  You would’ve said something to greet her, but you weren’t entirely certain that if you opened your mouth, it would be words that came spewing forth.  As it was, you kept your head leaned against the wall, eyes falling shut as you breathed shakily through your nose to quell your churning stomach.

“Are you okay?” Alex asked quietly, settling on the bathroom floor next to you.  She found your hand and squeezed it gently so that you’d know she was there.

“No...” you whimpered pitifully, leaning your head on her shoulder without ever opening your eyes.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” she murmured, rubbing your back with soothing strokes of her hand along the ridges of your spine.  “Is there anything I can do?”

You shook your head, immediately regretting the action as it sent your stomach roiling once again.  You leaned back over the toilet as you started retching again.

Alex moved to hold your hair back, her fingers working the strands into a plait down your back – you’d always found it incredibly soothing to have your hair played with and you appreciated the gesture, even in that moment.  She hummed a soft note of sympathy as a sob burst forth from your lips in spite of your best attempts to control your emotions, even if you couldn’t control your stomach.

“This sucks,” you lamented once you felt well enough to sit up again.  “I’ve never felt so sick in my life...”  You swept your bangs off your forehead from where they clung to the cold sweat that beaded along your brow.  Your skin was clammy to the touch and undoubtedly had a sickly green tinge to it.

“I know,” she said, pulling you into her lap and wrapping you in a tender embrace. “It won’t be for much longer, though.  Just a few more weeks at most.”

You sighed, letting all the tension bleed out of you, going limp like a ragdoll in her arms.  “Promise?”

She smiled softly, one hand coming to rest on your stomach, thumb sweeping back and forth across your belly. “I promise,” she vowed.  “And it’s all going to be so worth it in the end.”

You knew she was right, but it was hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel just then, when you’d spent the last six weeks puking your guts out on a daily basis.  It’s not that you were ungrateful or even unhappy over your circumstances...you knew how lucky you were that the IUI had taken on the first try – or even at all – but morning sickness was getting really fucking annoying all the same, no matter how hard you tried to look at it from a positive angle.

Her voice gentle, she suggested, “Why don’t you take a bath?  It should help you relax and then maybe you can rest a little – you barely slept at all last night.”

“Only if you’ll join me,” you insisted.  At her raised brow, you held up your hands in self-defence.  “Purely an innocent request, I promise.”

She just laughed, shaking her head softly.  “You’re rarely innocent, Y/N...” she teased.

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You still found it hard to believe sometimes, that someone as incredible as Alex would want to be with you...  You weren’t certain it would ever really sink in, considering the fact that a ring on your finger and a baby on the way still didn’t make it any less unbelievable.

Alex was intelligent and beautiful and kind and you often felt underwhelming by comparison.  But whenever you voiced these doubts, she made absolutely certain that you knew the depth to which she loved you.

Pregnancy, however, had increased your self-doubt tenfold.  Between your growing body, your hormones, and the exhaustion, you found yourself entertaining doubts like never before – namely, that Alex would somehow find you repellent now and leave.  (Logically, you knew that would never in a million years be the case, but knowing it and believing it were two very different things.)

“Will you still love me when I’m all fat and bloated and my feet and ankles are all swollen?” you asked, “When I waddle when I walk and can’t even see my feet?  When I’m the size of a whale?”

You were cuddled into her, your back against her chest, as the warm bath water lapped at your body.  The soft fizzling sound of the bubble bath underlined the gentle lilting tones of your voice and all around you soft candlelight flickered in the otherwise dark bathroom.

She laced her fingers with yours where your arms rested on the ledges of the tub, squeezing your hand gently.  “I’d love you even more because I get to watch you grow and change to provide a safe home for our developing baby,” she said.  “I’ll tie your shoes for you and pick up everything you drop and massage your feet when they get sore.  I’ll tell you every single day how beautiful you are, even if you never quite believe me.”

“Will you love me even when I’m hormonal and cranky and get angry with you over stupid shit?” you asked.  “When I burst into tears over commercials and become completely inconsolable over nothing at all?  When I yell obscenities at you during labour?”

She laughed softly.  “I’ll love you even more because nothing worth having is ever easy,” she assured.  “I’ll be calm in the face of your temper and a never ending source of comfort when you cry.  And I promise not to take anything you say during a contraction to heart.”

You were trying not to give in to the smile threatening to break out across your lips, even if she couldn’t see it.  “Will you love me even when we’re both exhausted and haven’t slept in weeks?  When diapers need to be changed and laundry needs to be done and we can’t agree over who should do it?  When it feels like we hate each other because we’re both tired and cranky and we never get a moment alone?”

“I’ll love you even more because I know it won’t be like that for long and we can get through anything together,” she murmured, lips against your neck, punctuating the statement with soft kisses.  “I’ll love you because there is nothing that could ever make me stop loving you.”

You sniffled softly, trying not to let your tears spill over, not wanting her to mistake your sobs for anything other than what they were: a mark of just how completely and truly loved you felt in that moment.

“Y/N, are you crying?” Alex asked, a note of worry in her voice.

“My eyes are just watering,” you lied. “I just...  I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have you love me like that.”  You shook your head slightly, almost incredulous.

She clicked her tongue almost scoldingly. “It’s not luck,” she insisted.  “You’re an incredible woman and you deserve every bit of that love.  I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”

You turned your head to steal a kiss, unable to keep from smiling against her lips.  Settling back against her chest, you sighed contentedly as her hands once again found your belly, her palms warm against the slight swell.

“Boy or girl?” you asked her, curious.

Quietly, she admitted, “I think it would be hard to have a son and be reminded of Ethan everyday.  But I’m so lucky to have the chance to be a mother again that I really can’t bring myself to care either way, so long as it’s healthy.”

Nodding, you silently agreed.  “You’ll be a great mother,” you assured her.  “And kid would be lucky to have you.”

“You’re just biased,” she teased.

“Perhaps,” you admitted.  “But I stand by my assessment.”

She hummed softly, resting her chin on your shoulder.  “I love you, Y/N.  I hope you know that.”

“I know,” you confirmed, if only because she never let an opportunity to tell you so pass by unheeded.  “Almost as much as I love you.”

#Alex Blake #alex blake/reader #fanfiction #Criminal Minds

[jennygirl2014]

White~Part Three

Summary: You try to compose yourself while going through all of the old memories, both good and bad.  You try to confront Mace about his disappearance and he exposes a ten year secret.

Warnings: adult themes, sexual content, mentions of loss of virginity, language

              Luckily, the restroom was empty, and you were free to pace back and forth without looking like an idiot.  The sound of your feet on the tile floor and your heavy breathing echoed in the chilly bathroom as you tried to shake your nerves out of your arms and fingers.  This was ridiculous, beyond crazy and stupid.  You were a psychologist for god’s sake.  Dealing with emotions was literally your job, but it was always easier when it was someone else’s emotions and not your own.  

“Come on.” You coached yourself as you quit pacing and leaned your weight on our arms on the counter top.  “Come on, don’t do this.” You willed away the tears the best you could, but a few managed to slip down your cheeks regardless.  “Shit.  Come on.” You drew in a deep breath and tried to calibrate. 

              You felt like there was a different person inside of you that you had hidden for a long time, and she was starting to come out again. James had that power over you, even if you tried to deny it.  Despite all of the teasing and bullying in school, you still got butterflies when he gave you a Valentine’s day card in class, noticing that yours was always different from anyone else’s.  When he had grabbed your face and kissed you in middle school, you hit him because that’s what your friends would have done, but the truth was you went to bed that night with a giddy smile on your face.  And when he had finally really and truly kissed you years later, it was the moment you had been praying for since that first terrible kiss in the hallway.  When he made that stupid comment about bringing you to bed in high school, you were genuinely hurt, but you remember fantasizing about it regardless.  You tolerated the torment he bestowed upon you, because you so badly wanted, and needed, his affection.  

              This was not just some man you used to be friends with back in the day, this was, as you were convinced, the love of your life. At least at the time.  You used to sneak each other notes in school, silly little love letters that made you giggle and blush.  You used to pour your teenage heart out onto a piece of paper daily over him.  You used to lie to your parents and sneak out to see each other, knowing they disapproved of him for his gruff ways and lack of religious upbringing.  He gave you your first kiss, your first orgasm, your first real heartbreak.  A small twinge hit your chest as you started to recall certain memories.  

That time you snuck out at night and met him at the lake, and he fingered you under the stars.  God how you mewled and moaned, but he was so gentle with you, kissing you and leaving a mark on your neck you had to cover up with makeup to hide from your parents. You saw more stars than what was really in the sky that night.  That time another guy in school was being mean to you and calling you a slut, and he punched the guy in the face, but he gladly took the detention to defend your honor. After your grandmother died, he snuck in through your window to sit with you through the night and hold you as you cried, but he was gone by morning to keep you both from getting in trouble. When you lost your innocence, how tender and sweet he had been with you, kissing the tears away and going slow to try and ease the pain, asking you if you were okay.  It wasn’t at all like you had imagined it, it wasn’t anything like in the movies, but he cradled you after and told you he would always love you.

And then there were all the other times you had given yourself to him.  In his truck, in his bed, in your bed, in the woods, at a friend’s house, each time it got better and better.  He took the time to learn your body and how to make your feel good.  That was what was so addicting about it.  Every time you got to feel his hot skin against yours, he managed to make your toes curl a little harder, or make you squeal a little louder.  He worshipped your body in a way that made you feel dirty going to church, but it also made you beam from the inside out every other moment outside of that building where you were supposed to have vowed yourself to God.  How could you keep denying yourself that amazing feeling? That intimacy with him, when nothing else mattered but the two of you?  

And then the hardest time of your life hit you like a ton of bricks.  You were burdened with a secret, you and your family, and you needed James the most, to lean on, to turn to.  But he was gone.  He had been expelled from school after getting into a major fight with another boy, and he was shipped off to military school.  He swore he would write you, but the letters never came.  The phone never rang.  Your parents told you it was for the best, but you cried, and cried, and you were broken into a million pieces over it.  Of course, you had never told anyone that he had beaten the shit out of that other kid for trying to force himself onto you at a party. A party you were never supposed to even go to.  You told your parents you got the bruises from gym class, but really, it was when he was trying to force your clothes off.  You had somehow managed to fight him off of you, and you ran away crying, hearing his taunting and drunken words echoing in your head for days.  “You’re a slut.” “Since you’re so willing to give it up…” “Come on little church girl, don’t be such a tease.” Your reputation had been sullied when a friend spilled that you had been having sex with James. You cried to him the next day, and while he didn’t tell you that he was going to beat the kid to a pulp, you had a feeling he was going to.  The rumor was that it was either military school or jail.  

For years, you wondered if some of the blame for his disappearance fell onto your shoulders.  You were so mad for so long about not hearing from him, but was it your fault?  Was it even worth discussing?  You had buried those thoughts and worries long ago, but now they were back from the grave and gripping you by the throat.  Was this a chance of closure?  Was that what he was hoping for?  Was that the purpose of this whole meeting?

You grabbed a paper towel and delicately dried the tears from your eyes, trying not to smudge your make up more than it already was.  It was humiliating, crying in the bathroom over this man again.  Hell, there was a ring on your finger, this was shameful.  Your fiancé would have been beyond upset to know that you were spilling tears over an old lover who you lied about going to see.  Everything about this was wrong, and it was time to end it.  Once you were composed, you took some deep breaths to find your courage, and you finally left the bathroom and made your way back to the table.  Your eyes stayed on the floor until you got closer to the table, rehearsing how to end the conversation and get out of there without making a scene.  When your eyes finally left the floor and went to the table, you saw that the food was sitting on the table waiting for you, along with James who sat there with his food untouched and a serious look on his face.  

“Look, James,” you tried to start without even taking a seat, but he cut you off.

“You’re about to leave, aren’t you?” he finally looked up at you, and the blue of his eyes swallowed you up. He was sad, maybe he was even scared.

“I…I don’t think this was a good idea.” You tried to be honest without hurting him any further. Why did it matter, though?

“Please just sit for another minute, let me explain.”

“I think you’ve explained enough.”

“No,” said sternly, “I haven’t.” and then he gestured to the spot in front of him, “Please.”  You stood there and briefly considered his offer, and somehow, you ended up giving in.  You cursed at yourself as you slipped into the booth again.  James let out a big sigh and got comfortable in his seat. “I called you because there is no way I’m leaving this planet without fixing things between us.” His eyes hit you again, the urgency of his plans were now apparent.  And there it was, proof that he was looking for closure, and it had you quiet.  “I didn’t realize you were so hurt by…what happened between us,” he didn’t seem to know how to word what he wanted to say, “I know that your parents were very religious, and I get how that makes you feel guilty, but don’t forget, I was a virgin also.”

“A girl losing her virginity is very different from a boy losing his, let’s be honest.” You mentioned.

“I get that, that makes sense.” He nodded, “But, it’s still a big deal.  I didn’t sleep with you to prove a point or hurt you, I did it because I thought we both wanted to, and I had feelings for you.  Yeah, I was a teenager, and teenage guys usually want one thing, but I wanted more than that.  You meant more to me than that.” He placed his hand on his chest, emphasizing his feelings. “And if you felt that way, why didn’t you say anything? Why did we keep doing it?”

You thought for a moment, wanting to give a good answer.  You kept doing it for many reasons.  “Because I thought you genuinely cared about me.” You drew in a deep breath and sighed, “And I genuinely cared about you.  And… it felt good?” you answered with more of a question than a definitive statement.  You shrugged a shoulder, feeling exposed and like you were trying to pry the feelings out of your chest.  You had dealt with many clients who were emotionally choked up, and you were able to get them to open up, but here you were struggling.  James’s lips curved up into a tiny, crooked grin.

“Yeah…we got pretty good at it.” There was a mischievous tone in his voice.

“I guess…also… because it was rebellious.  I was sick of being that good little girl who always went to church and dressed properly and never put a toe out of line.  There was a lot of pressure being the pastor’s daughter, and I guess I kind of cracked under that pressure.  You were a bad boy, a tough guy…I liked that.”

The words spoken stayed heavy in the air between the two of you, and you both stayed silent for a moment, letting it all sink in.  

“Do you remember what I used to call you?” he suddenly brought up an unexpected question.  How could you forget?  

“Angel.” You had to push the nickname past your lips.

“You really were.” He tilted his head.  “I knew you were too good for me.  I didn’t deserve you.  But that’s what made me love you even more.”

Your heart sped up and you started to tingle.  “You loved me?” you spoke as your mouth went dry.

“Of course, I did.  I told you that.” He stated with confidence.

“Yeah but, we didn’t know what love was.  We were kids.”

“You can choose to believe that if you want, but from what I knew about love, I knew I loved you.” And then he looked down at the food on the table, “I didn’t want to start eating while you were in the bathroom, but I’m sure the food is getting cold.” He changed the subject.  

“Oh, sorry.  You should have started without me.” You gave an automatic response, barely registering what he was talking about or the food that was cooling in front of you, you were still caught up on his previous statement.  

              There was a weight that suddenly dropped onto your shoulders, and it crushed the air right out of your lungs.  You forced another deep breath into your lungs before slowly exhaling, and you noticed your hands were starting to shake.  Why were you suddenly feeling so fragile? Your eyes landed back onto him as he cut into his steak, taking a cube of meat and placing it into his mouth and chewing, keeping his gaze down and on his dinner, but he looked like he was concentrating.  You knew that furrow of his brow meant something, there was no way he could go from such a deep conversation to simply enjoying his meal, right?  An unsettled feeling was shrouding the both of you from continuing, but you didn’t know if you wanted to be the one to push the envelope further.  James popped a single fry into his mouth and then reached for his beer.  

“Your food is going to be cold.  Do you want it heated back up?” you knew right then and there that there was more on his mind then he was leading on. He took a long swig of his beer and you shook your head slightly.

“Why didn’t you call me?” you meant for it to come out so much louder than it did, but it was barely loud enough for him to hear.  You wondered if you had to repeat yourself, but when his eyes shot up, you knew he had heard you.  “Why didn’t you visit?” your eyes started to water up again, your voice was weak and stunted.  “If you loved me then why did you leave me like that?” The words hurt coming out. There was panic in his face as you sat waiting for an answer, still shaking your head slightly.

“It’s complicated.”

“It was my fault you went away,” was your bottom lip starting to tremble?

“No, it wasn’t.” he quickly interrupted you, his eyes wide and shaking his head with more gusto than you were.

“You blamed me, didn’t you?” the thought was suddenly very clear in your head, just as clear as the day you realized he wasn’t coming back to you.  The tears started to form again, against your will.

“No, no…” he dropped his fork and knife and reached out and grabbed your wrist, “Hey,” you stared him down, cutting him with your tearful gaze, “Hey…” he tried to stop you from your emotional spiraling, but your gut was already in knots and your chest was already burning with anxiety. “It wasn’t your fault.  It was my own doing, okay?  I was treading on thin ice even before I beat up that kid.”

“Then why didn’t you call?” you challenged him more, a single tear made its way down your cheek, and you weren’t sure which was angering you more, the conversation or the fact that you were crying again.

“I tried to!” his hand slid down on top of yours, but his other hand ran down his face in exasperation, he was getting tense. “I tried to visit you, but…!” he huffed as he placed his hand back up on his forehead, “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want to make the situation any worse.”

“What are you talking about? How could you have made the situation any worse?”

“Not with us,” his eyes turned to daggers, “With your dad.”

“My dad?” you cocked your head, spilling another tear.  What was he talking about now?  He had the most uneasy look on his face, and you saw his cheeks dimple as he clenched his jaw.  You remembered that look.  He was angry. “What about my dad?”

“Did you get any of my letters?” he paused, and you froze, “I must have sent you a dozen letters the first month I was gone.”

“What letters?” you whispered, a tear now slipping onto your lips.

His nostrils flared as he inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Y/N, I wrote you trying to explain everything, I even went AWOL and had my friend drive me back home one night so I could try and see you and talk to you.” His grip tightened on your hand, “But your dad wouldn’t let me see you.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out, not even a squeak or a single sound.  There as an entire hive of angry bees swarming inside of your chest and you felt your body going hot from head to toe. Was there a key part to the story that you were missing?

Was all this heartache a misunderstanding?  Were you not the only one with secrets in your family?

Next part here.

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Repercussions

Fandom: Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist

Title: Repercussions

Rating: G

Pairing: Zoey/Max

Synopsis: Sequel to Fallout (and episode 7 of the series). Zoey still has the ability to hear other people's "heartsongs" but now others can hear her feelings, too. Will Max finally learn how she feels about him? (Inspired by the episode 8 description.)There will be a third story in this mini-series!

“So, how are things going with you are Max?” Mo asked, grabbing the cup of tea Zoey offered as he sat down on the couch next to her.

“They’re…fine,” she replied, the noticeable pause between the words betraying the doubt behind her smile. At Mo’s pointed look, she shrugged and took a sip of her tea to delay the inevitable. “They’re…I don’t know. They’re awkward. He asked for space, and I’m giving him space.”

Mo lifted his eyebrows and swept his hair off his shoulder in a gesture that somehow managed to capture the full measure of his disbelief. “And you’re okay with that?”

Zoey feigned nonchalance as she responded brightly, “I’m not not fine! I totally understand! He’s my best friend. The least I can do is to give him the space he needs to, you know, process…everything!”

“You mean to process the fact that you have a superpower. And the fact that he loves you, which you knew but didn’t tell him because you aren’t ready to admit how you feel about him.”

Her laugh was shaky. “How I feel ab-No! He’s my friend! I mean, it’s complicated. Maybe he could be more than that one day. But it’s not – I-I-I’m not –”

“Able to finish sentences when you talk about him?” Mo offered in a tone that was deceptively innocent.

Zoey felt her cheeks flush as she begged, only half-joking, “Okay, could we maybe put a little less honesty in our friendship right now?”

“Uh-uh. That sounds like a waste of time, and I am having too much fun watching you squirm over that boy,” he teased.

“Really? I’d have thought you’d say it was annoying and giving you second-hand embarrassment.”

Mo shrugged. “It’s a bit of both. So what are you going to do about Max?”

She breathed out a long breath and stared into her cup so she didn’t have to meet Mo’s eyes. Finally, she said, “I’m gonna give him the space he needs and trust that, at the end of the day, I’m doing the right thing. Max is…he’s my best friend, and that relationship is just too important for me to risk if we tried for more and things just didn’t work out between us.”

Fearing Mo’s judgment, she kept her gaze locked firmly on her cup for a long moment, but when she finally looked up at her friend, his eyes were kind and he didn’t press the issue. “Okay.”

“Okay? That’s it? You’re not going to give me a hard time for being a coward?” she asked, somewhat relieved, though she was surprised to feel a tiny twinge of regret that he was letting her off the hook so easily.

“I won’t give you a hard time,” Mo reassured her. “You don’t have to date Max if you really aren’t interested in a relationship with him. But you need to accept that things are going to change between the two of you. And you have to ask yourself what you’re going to do when he decides he’s ready to move on and fall in love with someone else. Are you really going to be okay with that?”

“Of course I’ll be okay with that! I just want Max to be happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

She would be okay with Max falling in love with someone else, she told herself firmly as she walked through her parents’ front door later that evening. Why wouldn’t she be okay with it? She’d been okay when he dated Autumn. Heck, she’d set the two of them up! And, sure, if she was totally honest with herself, she didn’t really ever think that their relationship would become serious. And maybe she hadn’t been entirely surprised when Max ended things. But that didn’t change the fact that she’d been totally fine with the idea of him dating someone else.

Zoey forced her mind away from thoughts of Max, turning her attention to her parents instead. It was an impromptu visit, and she’d been too preoccupied after her conversation with Mo to think of calling them with a head’s up that she was heading over. It occurred to her only belatedly that she might have come at a bad time. Before she could call out to them to let them know she was there, however, she heard music filter softly through the crack between the sliding glass doors separating the foyer from her parents’ makeshift bedroom. Hesitating only a moment, she crept forward to peer into the adjoining room.

Her mom had been curled up at her dad’s side, her head on his shoulder. But as Zoey watched, the two of them stood and began to dance slowly in each others’ arms to a song she’d never heard before. She held her breath as her father began to croon softly, “You ask how much I need you. Must I explain? I need you, oh my darling, like roses need rain. You ask how long I’ll love you. I’ll tell you true. Until the Twelfth of Never. I’ll still be loving you.”

Zoey’s eyes filled with tears, and though she felt like she was intruding on a private moment – even if it was one only she could see – she couldn’t pull herself away. Mitch pressed a tender kiss against his the top of wife’s head as she rested her cheek against his shoulder and picked up the song where he had left off.

“Hold me close. Never let me go. Hold me close. Melt my heart like April snow. I’ll love you ‘til the bluebells forget to bloom. I’ll love you ‘til the clover has lost its perfume. I’ll love you ‘til the poets run out of rhyme. Until the Twelfth of Never, and that’s a long, long time.”

Her father finished the song, as he led her back to their seat and the two of them resumed their positions as though they had never left – which, of course, they never had. “Until the Twelfth of Never. And that’s a long, long time.”

Fighting back tears, Zoey crept as silently as she could to the door and let herself out before they could discover her there. It was devastating to lose her father slowly, feeling him slip away from her inch by inch. But watching her dad slip away from her mom left her feeling hollow inside. Of course she’d always known that they loved each other, but her superpower had allowed her to witness their private sorrow. It was almost too much to bear.

Swiping her tears off her cheek, Zoey headed home. She couldn’t imagine what her life would be like when the day finally came that she lost her father for good. But she pressed her hand against her stomach, feeling sick at the thought of what his loss would do to her mother. Seeing without a doubt how much they loved each other, Zoey knew that pain would be unimaginable.

Part of Zoey wanted to find that kind of love one day. To love like that; to be loved like that in return. But knowing the depth of that love, she didn’t know that she would ever find the strength to carry on after such a loss. How could she ever find the strength to love someone that deeply, knowing the risk? Knowing that losing them would be like losing a part of herself?

Knowing that losing Max would be like losing a part of herself?

She couldn’t do it. She wasn’t that strong, and she certainly wasn’t that brave. She had come to terms with the fact that she was going to lose her father one day, though she dreaded it every minute of every day. She knew she would also lose her mother one day, and it would devastate her. But she also knew she would carry their love with her even after they were gone, and that love would help her find a way to carry on.

But losing Max? She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t lose him. She didn’t know how she could survive that.

Mo was right. Max would move on one day. He’d fall in love with someone else, and though he might remain the most important man in her life, she would no longer be the most important woman in his. She told herself that’s what she wanted. She wanted him to find someone else. She wanted him to be happy, even if it was with someone else. She just wasn’t sure she was strong enough or brave enough to bring him the happiness he deserved.

Zoey raced up the stairs and slammed her apartment door behind her, leaning heavily against the wood like it could protect her from the demons that haunted her. Sinking to the ground, her back to the door, she rested her forehead against her knees and felt her entire body tremble as she cried.

“What’ll I do when you are far away, and I am blue? What’ll I do?”

The music was soft and sad, carrying faintly through Mo’s door, and he frowned, poking his head outside to follow the source. It seemed to be coming from Zoey’s apartment, so he stepped forward and knocked softly on the door. “Zoey?”

“What’ll I do when I am wondering who is kissing you? What’ll I do?”

Zoey didn’t answer, so he knocked a little harder. He didn’t want to interrupt, but there was something so desolate about her singing, he couldn’t just leave her alone. “Zoey, it’s Mo. Are you okay?”

“What’ll I do with just a photograph to tell my troubles to? When I’m alone with only dreams of you that won’t come true, what’ll I do?”

“I-I’m fine!” Zoey finally called through the door, her voice thick with emotion. “I just…I need to be alone right now.”

Mo hesitated, but he finally dropped his hand to his side. “Okay. But I’m just across the hall if you need anything.” He didn’t receive a response, so he retreated to his apartment after giving the door one more long, reluctant look.

“All right, I give up. What’s going on with you?” Joan asked heavily as she stared at Zoey across her desk. For the last several days, Zoey had been distracted and scattered. More than usual, even. While Joan always prided herself on not caring about the personal lives of her twenty-something staff, Zoey had been there for her recently, with everything that happened with Charlie. Joan might not be very good at reciprocal friendship – always too wrapped up in her work and the next big idea – but she was willing to try.

“Up? Nothings up. Everything’s fine!” Zoey replied, with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Joan groaned deep in her throat. “Look, I’m not very good at this. But you were here for me when I needed someone to talk to. And I want you to know that…you know…if you need to talk to someone…well, you can talk to me.” When the younger woman didn’t speak right away, she took a stab in the dark, suggesting, “Is this about what happened at Simon’s engagement party?”

Zoey seemed genuinely confused. “What? No, of course not. I mean, things were awkward for a little while between us, but I think we’re working our way through it.”

“So it’s about your friend with the bad fashion sense.” She knew she was on the right track when Zoey’s gaze dropped to her lap and her cheeks turned red. She didn’t say anything, so Joan pressed, “The one who’s in love with you.”

Zoey jerked, her breath escaping in a mortified cough. “Wh-what? Why would you say that?”

“Because I have eyes?” she suggested, rolling the eyes in question. Then, realizing her sarcasm had probably hit the wrong tone, she forced her voice to soften and asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Zoey winced. “No. I don’t think so. Not right now. But,” she paused and drew in a shaky breath, “thank you, Joan. For asking.” After a second’s pause, she added, “About you and Leif? I mean, about the project…There was something I…I think you should know that…uh…”

When her voice trailed off, Joan nodded her head slightly and asked, “Yes?”

She could see the indecision cross her subordinate’s face. Finally, her shoulders sagged and she mumbled, “It’s nothing. Never mind. I should get back to work.”

Relieved to escape an uncomfortable conversation about her employees’ love lives, Joan nodded briskly. She turned her attention back to her To Do list when she heard Zoey start to sing across her desk.

“Mmm num ba de. Dum bum ba be. Doo buh dum ba beh beh.”

“What?” Joan asked as Zoey jumped to her feet and started to dance around her office.

Gesturing wildly,  Zoey all but crawled on top of Joan’s desk as she sang loudly. “Pressure! Pushing down on me. Pressing down on you. No man ask for. Under pressure! That burns a building down, splits a family in two, puts people on streets. Um ba ba be. Um ba ba be. De day da. Ee day da, that’s okay!”

Joan jerked back in her chair, putting a little distance between herself and Zoey. “I don’t really understand what’s going on right now, but –”

To her relief, Zoey backed off the desk, though she still danced around her chair. “It's the terror of knowing what the world is about. Watching some good friends screaming, "Let me out!" Pray tomorrow gets me higher. Pressure on people, people on streets. Day day de mm hm. Da da da ba ba. Okay!”

“ZOEY!” Joan barked, as Zoey collapsed back into her seat.

At the sound of her name, Zoey straightened abruptly, her eyes wide in surprise. “Yes?”

Thankful that the impromptu song and dance number had ended, Joan shook her head. “All right, well. That was…weird. Try to keep a hold of yourself when you go out there, okay? I know you’re going through,” she paused and gestured vaguely, unable to even find the words for what just happened, “something. And I know there’s a lot of pressure on you right now, but I wouldn’t do it if I wasn’t sure you could handle it. Just remember not everyone is as understanding as I am and, you know, stay off my desk.”

A confused frown marred Zoey’s brow, but she nodded slowly. “Okay, well…thank you. I mean, I will.” Then she jumped to her feet and ran out of Joan’s office.

Max leaned his head back against the elevator wall and closed his eyes, steeling himself for the day ahead. When he felt the movement stop beneath his feet, he sucked in a deep breath and straightened, forcing a smile as the elevator doors slid open.

The first thing he saw was Zoey, curled up in one of the hanging wicker chairs, her computer in her lap as she resting her chin on one hand. He felt all the air escape his lungs in a whoosh. As it had for too as long as he could remember, just seeing her took his breath away. It was simultaneously both the best and worst part of his day. He allowed himself one second to wish she’d look up, that their eyes would meet across the room and he’d see her lips curve into a smile. But then, before he could indulge in wishful thinking any longer, he forced himself to look away.

For too long, he’d kept his feelings locked inside. Hidden from the world. Hidden from her. Now she was aware of them, and he was trying to come to terms with the fact that she didn’t feel the same way about him. He couldn’t help but love her, but he had to try to put those feelings behind him. He would rather have her in his life as a friend and nothing more than lose her completely. But she was the first person he thought of in the morning and the last person he thought about at night. His dreams were filled with her. She was the most important person in the world to him. How could he pretend she was anything less?

Though he could try to deny it to himself – and to her – he was pretty sure he would love her for the rest of his life. She’d held his heart in her hand from almost the moment they’d met. He couldn’t just cut out the part of himself that loved her, because he loved her with everything he was. So how could he ever force himself to stop?

Well, he had to try. She didn’t reciprocate his feelings, and he had no right to force her to share their burden. So in the meantime, while he figured out how to just stop loving her, he was forcing himself to pull away from her a little bit. Give her some space to come to terms with the unwelcome awareness of his feelings. Give his heart some space to heal.

And in the meantime, he felt her slipping away, bit by bit. Or perhaps he was slipping away from her. The worst part was, he didn’t know how to stop it without shattering his heart into pieces. As if he hadn’t done a good enough job of that already.

Giving into temptation, he shot a glance at her out of the corner of his eye, trying not to stare as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear with a graceful sweep of her hand. Then she looked up at him with such sadness in her eyes, it stopped him in his tracks. Though he knew it would only cause him further pain, he couldn’t just walk away from her when she looked so broken and alone.

“Zoey?” he asked, his voice soft as he approached her slowly. He swore to himself that he would find the strength to leave her alone, if she showed even the slightest sign that his presence was unwelcome. “Are you okay?”

“Honestly? I’m not sure.”

“Well, do you want to talk about it?” On instinct, he took a step closer. Then, realizing what he had done, he reminded himself that he was supposed to be maintaining space between them. Of course, he was supposed to be putting emotional space between them, not physical space. But until he figured out how to do the former, the latter would have to do. With that reminder, he took a step back. When he saw the flash of hurt cross her face, however, he almost reached to hold her, until he remembered that physical contact was almost certainly crossing some sort of invisible, unspoken boundary.

No matter how many pep talks he gave himself, he was really, really bad at pretending he didn’t adore her.

Choosing not to comment on his strange behavior, Zoey rested her head against the wicker frame of her chair as she swayed slowly back and forth. “I went to see my parents, and I heard them singing to each other. I just…I know I’m bad at this emotional stuff, but I don’t know how anyone could be good at it! I just can’t imagine loving someone that much and losing them! How could you even carry on after something like that? Why would you ever let yourself fall in love if you know you could lose the person you love like that?”

Max winced, shifting a little away from her once more. He wanted to offer her comfort but he, of all people, had no idea how to do so. How could you carry on when you loved someone so much that it shattered you? He was still trying to figure that out for himself.

Still, it wasn’t in him to let her go through this alone. He just wasn’t sure how to offer her advice without it sounding self-serving. “What did your mom say?” he asked cautiously.

“I didn’t tell her. I mean, I couldn’t because she doesn’t know about my superpower. But I couldn’t put that on her anyway! Not when she's dealing with so much as it is!”

“Well,” he began, still choosing his words carefully, “maybe you should try talking to your mom about this. Maybe not about your superpower, because that would be a lot for her to process right now. But about how you’re feeling.” At her skeptical look, he continued, “Zoey, if you want to know if loving someone as deeply as your mom loves your dad is worth the pain that she’s dealing with at the thought of losing him, then she’s the only one who can tell you that. I know what you’re going through is horribly, impossibly hard. But maybe she can help.”

After she’d taken a moment to consider his words, she threw him a soft, shaky smile. “You’re probably right. Maybe talking to her would make me feel better. Thank you, Max. I know I’ve said this before, but I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

It was like a dagger to the heart, but he hid the sudden shaft of pain. He’d gotten a lot of practice hiding his feelings from Zoey. Until she developed the ability to hear his emotions through song, of course. “Any time,” he replied lightly, rising to his feet.

As he turned to walk away, he heard music start to play quietly behind him. He had just started to glance around, looking for the source, when he heard Zoey start to sing.

“I know I’m kinda strange to you sometimes. Don’t always say what’s on my mind. You know that I’ve been hurt by some guy. But I don’t want to mess up this time.”

Turning back around to face her, he threw her a puzzled look. “I know you have a superpower where you can hear people singing, but I’m not sure people at work would really understand…”

She ignored him, not even reacting to his statement as she rose to her feet and approached. Her face inches away from his, she sang, “And I really, really, really care. And I really, really, really want you. And I think I’m kinda scared. ‘Cause I don’t want to lose you.”

His heart leaping in his chest, Max swallowed hard. “Zoey?” he breathed, reaching for her, but she raised her hand and side-stepped, moving behind him.

As she circled him, she continued, “If you really, really, really care, then maybe you can hang through. I hope you understand. It’s nothing to you.”

“Can we – can we talk about what’s going on right now?” he asked, reaching for her once more. But she moved away again, dancing out of his reach as she returned to her chair.

“My heart’s at a low. I’m so much to manage. I think you should know that I’ve been damaged.” She sank into her seat, curling her legs up in front of her as she finished, “I’m falling in love. There’s one disadvantage. I think you should know that I’ve been damaged.”

By the time she stopped singing, Max could barely breathe. His heart racing in his chest, he finally choked out, “Zoey? Uh…what the hell was that?”

She looked up at him in confusion. “What was what?”

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