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lovesdarkness · 2 years ago

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Peppers

pairing: sirius black X Reader warnings: 18+ content, a lot of feelings, smoking, modern au!. let me know if i should add more. taglist and requests open <3 A/N- based on a dream i had 🤫

the thick mist of sleep hung low in your eyelids as his cock pulsed in and out rhythmically out of your cunt. his lips ravaged yours, the scent of jasmine lulling you into an ecstasy of falling deeper, searching within yourself. you tugged at his hair, slowly moving your hips against his, the roughness of his pubic hair sensitive on your clit. the warmth of the sun poured through the windows, the softness of the cotton smooth against your back. your throat ripped out a guttural moan, your fingers digging into his locks as your eyes roll back to your skull. he digs his fingers into your waist, pulling you close as you feel your walls fluttering around him, the coil of orgasm boiling in your stomach.

whispering slowly, his name, in his ears, you release the coil in the pit of your stomach which lurches as your nipples perk, chest heaving slowly. he lets out a moan.

'sirius,' you croon, closing your eyelids as you feel him finishing inside you. his fingertips dig into your hips, as he falls on you, his tired body cowering yours, chest heaving with yours.

he pecks you on your lips, tucking stray hairs behind your ears, looking into your eyes. he croons your name and for a moment, you think you see something more that 'fuck buddies' behind his gray irises.

'that was better," he says, now falling beside you.

'than?' you question stretching out your limbs. you see his raven locks on spread out on his tattooed chest, the sweat clinging upon his porcelain skin, the scars from parental abuse. sunlight basks his face and his tender lips curl into a smile.

'than how you fuck when you are drunk.'

'ouhh,' you smirk, 'i s'ppose you have a thing for drunk doms?'

red taints his cheeks as he laughs, the depth of his laugh enlightening a fire inside your stomach. you smile, and get up from the bed.

staring out the window you stare. the warmth of the breeze flushes the curves on your body. you don't care about the glass windows, the potential someone could be staring at your completely naked body.

'hey,' he calls out 'do you wanna give them neighbours a show or something?' he asks.

you turn around to face him. a cigar drooped low from between his lips, a thin shirt clinging onto his frame, gray sweatpants hanging low on his thin waist.

'why'd you care?' you question him back. a flash of sadness appears in his eyes, but as soon as it does, it disappears. he smiles instead, offering you a comb.

'braid my hair,' he says, exhaling out smoke from his nostrils. you raise your eyebrow questioningly,

'braid it.' he said, a firm tone stitched in his voice.

'uhm? okay..if you insist,' you say, taking the comb from his grasp. 'only once though.' you add.

'hmm' he whispers, holding your hand. he sits on his bed, guiding you to his lap.

you sit down on his lap, your naked thighs wrapping around his waist. his fingers rake on your body, and you shiver, your fingers slightly tremble as you pass the comb through his silky locks. he pouts your lips, exhaling smoke into your mouth. you cough, jerking away from his grip. he removes the cigar from between his lips, and extinguishing it, he sighs.

he buries his face into your shoulder, as his warm breath fades over your neck. you sigh contently, separating his hair into three intersections. he hums under his breath, his fingertips cold on your back. your nipples perk up upon the contact, and he pushes you closer to his chest. you feel heat bubbling inside you but you don't say anything. you interlock the sections of hair, enjoying the silence and the sensuality of his touches.

he removes his face from your shoulder, his hands resting at your hips. he looks into your eyes, his gray ones pouring into you, and for a moment you think, or you do see a hint of softness in them.

'i love you' he whispers. goosebumps erupt on your skin, collywobbles in your stomach. your heart skips beats, you stare at him blank. you feel as if your tongue has been tied. he looks at you, genuinely.

'no,' you tremble as his grip tightens on your waist, 'you don't. no one does, and we,' you look away from his eyes as you feel your eyes burning, 'are nothing but fuck buddies.' he sighs, melancholia engraved in his tone as he speaks,

'i really do. trust me.'

'you haven't really left many reasons for me to do that.' you elaborate. you don't look into his eyes. his fingers travel up your chin, holding your face.

'i do. please a chance,' he says ' i know i've made my mistakes in the past. but i-' he exhales and you watch a teardrop roll down his porcelain skin. instinctively, you wipe it. '-i deeply regret them.' he finishes, looking into your eyes for answers like a kid.

'you do?' you ask. he stifles, 'i do.'

you consider him for a moment and he asks next,

'stay?' meaning more than just a fling.

you bury your face into his shoulders, taking in his scent. you smile against his skin as you whisper

'yes' you say, meaning more than just a fling. 'cause, i'm in love.' you say, watching goosebumps kiss you skin. you chuckle, happy at the affect you have on him.

i hope you liked this :)

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lovesdarkness · 2 years ago

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😰i get my inspo alr

smut and yandere themes under cut.

thinking about stepdad!sirius black when he finds out about your nsfw twitter account. his cock gets hard just by listening to your teary whimpers while you ride on the plastic dildo underneath your stretched cunt. he groans as he palms himself through his trousers.

those videos and pictures are even better than those he clicks when you are asleep, he chuckles to himself, wiping his sweaty brow. with a curse under his breath his hand shakes as he groans when he sees you falling apart on the plastic cock under you. your cum coats the dildo and he imagines how you'd taste on his tongue. he stares at your heaving chest as you gasp for breaths. there's a pink tinge of perhaps shame or lust on your cheeks as your lips spread while you massage your sensitive clit.

his nsfw twitter account just looked like a fan page for you now....

turn this into a series/fic? 😰

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lovesdarkness · 2 years ago

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Awwwe, well thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it the second time around 💗💗💗 You should go and read my story Hard Mode too 😁 I really need to continue the main story lol

Masquerade

Summary - It’s New Years. Tony is having a masquerade party just for the hell of it. Though Thor has some better ideas on how he’d like to ring in the new year.

Pairing - Thor x OC

Warnings - Smut, NSFW, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, with a hint of breeding kink

Word count - 10,221 (IT’S A LONG ONE!)

Prompt - “You’re not special. You’re extraordinary” For lancsnerd‘s writing challenge. One of possibly two in my head ^.~

A/N - OMGGGG…it’s finally done! I was not expecting it to be THIS long…but here it is. Some of you have been anxiously awaiting this. So have at it…enjoy.

If there was one thing that Phoenix loved, it was a good party. From the time she was fourteen, she was out looking for parties. Doing drugs (which she had long since given up) and drinking to her heart’s delight. She loved to move to the beat of good music. Pressed up against another warm body as she let the tune flow through her. It wasn’t until her assignment to Avengers Tower where she experienced her first Tony Stark party. That was when she discovered what a real party was. After that, she was hooked. So, of course, the moment the words ‘New Year’s Eve party’ escaped Tony’s lips, she perked up and turned her full attention on him.

“Did you say New Year’s Eve party?” she asked, her interest piqued as she rested her chin atop her back of her hand. Her lips quirked up into a smirk as she arched an eyebrow in curiosity.

Tony let out a loud laugh at Phoenix’s sudden interest. Especially since she had just been grumbling into her coffee about how early it was and how tired she was. Of course her mood would do a complete 180 at the mention of a party.

“Yes you heard correct,” Tony said with a smirk, shaking his head before taking a sip from his coffee. “I’m thinking of doing a masquerade theme. The last time I did one it was a tremendous hit.”

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I'm sorry... People actually bullied you over the most insanely perfect casting of two characters ever? Like SERIOUSLY? I haven't had the chance to read Good Omens yet (it's on my "To read" list with many of your other books 💗) and I STILL think the casting is perfect! People just need to stop... Fandom is absolutely horrible 😑

I will say it took me a few months to convince my mom to watch Good Omens... But when we did OMG we couldn't do and got through it in a weekend. And what did we do when we finished the last episode and were sad there was no more? Immediately went and started it over again from the beginning! We're so excited for season 2 💗

Oh and fun fact... Someone who worked on the set of American Gods came into my work recently! He was wearing a crew jacket with the show name on it... So we nerded about the show a little, and he laughed hysterically when I joked I would "never forgive" you for what you did to my boy Thor after I was all excited for this appearance 🤣🤣🤣

Hi Neil!

I don't want to sound like a killjoy, but I'm concerned about David Tennant's family being involved in the second season of Good Omens (or Michael Sheen's partner Anna Lundberg in a future season three). I absolutely have nothing against them, I loved Staged just like everyone else, but this is exactly the matter for me: casting them in the series would automatically make me think about Staged or something else while I'm watching GO, and it would distract me from the plot and the magic of it. It would feel somehow like a family reunion, no matter how talented they are as actors (not to mention that there would be nepotism accusations, above all against David. I hope this won't affect the popularity rating, since season three is still hypothetical). I'm not the only one who thinks this might be an issue, from what I read on blogs here on Tumblr (and on the Internet in general) but I feel like there's a sort of tension, like people are scared to say it out loud, because some fans get the wrong idea and accuse them of hating Georgia or Anna or Ty (and that's why I'm asking this anonymously, I don't want to start a fight). I hope you get what I'm saying, it only felt fair to me to let you know whatever concerns some fans might have, and maybe even give you a perspective you weren't considering? Of course you have the last word on this, and if you think this is not a big deal, I trust your judgement.

I wish you a fantastic day! (And sorry for my English, I'm not native, I tried my best!)

Yeah. So, I find that a little creepy, not very creepy, but definitely a bit.

I thought we were lucky to get Peter Davidson in Good Omens 2. (He didn't audition. We offered him the part, as I've been a fan of his since 1978, and All Creatures Great and Small. He crushes it, and is heartbreaking, funny, and still somehow the moral compass of the episode he's in.) Ty Tennant auditioned, along with a number of other actors, and got the part because he did it best. (I didn't know who his family was when we cast him. I just liked the audition tape.)

If you're hunting down family connections, David's mother-in-law, Ty's grandmother, Sandra Dickinson, is in the Audible Sandman, too, as one of the Three Witches/Fates/Eumenides etc. And she was cast in it two years before David Tennant (although probably around the same time Michael Sheen was asked to be Lucifer). (I've been a fan of Sandra's since she was Trillian in Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in 1981.)

Anyway, I'm sorry you're worried about Peter and Ty's performances, although I promise you have nothing to worry about, and I'm sorry that you worry that our possibly casting Georgia and Anna in a hypothetical and not-yet actually a real thing Season 3 might make people think of Staged and make them not able to enjoy Good Omens any longer. (Had I known people were this easily shaken I wouldn't have appeared in Staged either, in case my name at the front of Good Omens shattered the fragile illusion and revealed to people that the David Tennant and Michael Sheen who play Crowley and Aziraphale are actors.)

Starting in 2017 I was the recipient of mind-mangling quantities of Tumblr abuse for casting David Tennant and Michael Sheen as Aziraphale and Crowley, which was, many people made very clear to me, the worst casting in the whole entire utter history of casting, and something that Good Omens would never recover from, because for a start neither of them looked like the versions in people's heads, and I'd also miscast them badly because everyone knew that if you had to cast Sheen and Tennant, Michael had to play Crowley and David had to put on some weight and play Aziraphale. (It wasn't until May 2019 that people stopped grumbling.) So people worrying I'm going to cast Anna and Georgia in a season that hasn't even been commissioned in parts that haven't been written just makes me smile.

I hope this helps.

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Vienna (S.R.)

*as always, the gif is not indicative of Reader's appearance.

Summary: Spencer is a bona fide 40-year-old virgin. After a few months of dating Reader, he finally decides he wants to change that. Based on "Vienna" by Billy Joel. Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Virgin!Spencer, Spencer POV, established relationship loss of virginity, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex Word Count: 3k

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I’d often wondered whether my preternatural love for autumn was part of why my life had turned out the way it had. As if my love for late-blooming flowers was built into my biology. Something innate in me that carried with it a promise for a lonely youth.

For a long time, I thought my state of waiting might be fated. Eternal celibacy seemed inevitable. As I watched the years pass by, I’d even started to find some comfort in knowing that there was still a part of me left untouched. Something that could be truly mine in a way things so rarely are.

I was resigned to a life filled to the brim with platonic intimacy. It had been a good life; a happy life. I had a family, albeit not in the ordinary sense of the word. But deep within me, in that 21 ounces that pseudoscience claims to constitute a soul, the longing never ceased. It persisted for nearly forty years.

And then I found her.

She walked into my life with little fanfare. Meeting her felt like finding the answer to an impossible equation after lifetimes of searching.

There had never been a dull moment with her. There was never a lapse in the conversation to permit for any awkward misunderstandings.

The first time that she kissed me, it felt nothing like the times before. It was soft and unassuming, like she were a natural extension of myself.

If one must fall into love, she caught me before my brain could even comprehend it was happening. There was no nauseating sunken stomach, no breathless anxiety of whether or not I was making a mistake.

The first night we were alone, she’d held my face in the dim light. I thought then that my lifetime of waiting had finally come to pass.

She’d only needed a moment of vulnerability to read my soul with the highest proficiency.

With an unrivaled tenderness, she’d told me that she had sensed my innocence the first day we met. That night, and every opportunity since, she had assured me that her love was not conditioned on a physical intimacy. Our life would be beautiful regardless of what it looked like, and she saw no need to fuss over something as simple as sex.

Her assurances had been unnecessary. It had hardly been a month before I found myself eager to give away what I’d once held dear.

Even without a faultless memory, I would always remember the first time she touched me without inhibition. I would forever cherish each of the times that I found myself through an exploration of her.

I had always heard the time-old adage, ‘when it’s right, you’ll know,’ and the skeptic in me doubted whether it could be true for someone like me.

But it was. Because that night, I knew. The same as I knew that the sky appears blue when it is closer to violet and that the color of grass depends on a multitude of factors, I knew that my waiting had come to an end.

I knew because it felt right when she walked into my room with faded lipstick and yet another wonderful memory. That quiet moment felt as fated as the first time I met her. That heaviness in my chest lifted when she turned to look at me, as if my soul had finally found its other half.

I approached her without words because they felt so unnecessary. I wrapped my arms around her instead, pulling her back against my chest and reveling in the warmth she provided.

She placed her hands over mine and fell back against me like a weary traveler who’d finally found their way home. I thought to myself that falling in love should always feel that way.

My lips found their way to her neck with a similar familiarity. I littered her with kisses, forever seeking the satisfaction of her sighs. I listened to each full inhale and felt the way her body moved with the breath.

The smell of her perfume would fill my lungs better than oxygen ever could. But as her skin grew feverish, so too did my lips. Chaste pecks turned to open mouthed kisses that were better spent on her.

I pulled away but lingered. I pressed my cheek against her jaw and my breath shook with excitement.

“I don’t want to wait forever,” I whispered into her ear, “I want you.”

She turned her head ever so slightly, pressing our cheeks together until I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her. Before my lips could make it, though, she spoke the words I knew to be true but always loved to hear.

“You have me,” she said.

I believed her. I felt my belonging in the literal and metaphorical sense. I lifted a hand and pressed it against her chest to feel the soft thrumming of her heart.

Carefully, and taking the time to linger, my hands began removing her clothing. I took my time in a way I rarely ever did. Because was the kind of masterpiece that needed to be appreciated for every freckle and scar. Each perceived imperfection was nothing but the history of her, the proof of a life well-lived.

Her experience bled through to her behavior when she was bare. Although she still had her bashful moments, it didn’t take much persuading for her to drop her arms and turn to face me.

I stared with my usual awestruck expression. My eyes roamed along with my hands. They ended on either side of her smile, which was broken by laughter.

“Your turn,” she giggled.

My heart threatened to stop. Not because of nerves or insecurity, but because she looked so impossibly beautiful, and she was mine.

Her fingers were delicate but quick to undo my shirt. I wondered how it could be that someone could touch me without my needing to recoil.

I leaned into her touch, only slightly, and I sighed with relief when she finally released the pressure around my waist.

She didn’t take anything off. Instead, she slid her fingers underneath the loosened clothing. She explored skin that was normally hidden with an undeniable affection.

She looked at me much the same.

“We don’t have to do this,” she offered. Her voice was so gentle that scarred skin still broke into goosebumps at the sound of it.

I answered her offer by taking it upon myself to remove my clothing. Each piece that fell to the ground felt like the end of something.

Looking at her felt like a beginning.

Whether it was my fear of inadequacy or just the usual, simple overwhelming love I felt for her, I didn’t let her stare. Instead, I pulled her closer until our bare chests touched. Also between us was the evidence of my desire, burning hot and aching to be held by her.

A shaky breath slipped through her lips before I kissed her. I kissed her again, harder, and more insistent than ever before.

She laughed. I did, too.

“You’re the most beautiful thing in all of creation,” I murmured absentmindedly against her lips.

Still smiling, she grabbed hold of one of my hands before she pulled away from me. At first, I thought she was leading us to the bed. But then she spun around on her foot, displaying the entirety of her naked body for my adoration.

“You’d better take a closer look, then,” she said.

“I could never forget,” I reminded.

She knew that, though. That’s why she tempted me the way she did, so that I would remember perfectly how we looked in that moment.

I would see the motion in her body just before I pushed her back against my bed. I served witness to the way she made herself comfortable in a matter of seconds. Her body writhed with anticipation, her skin a perfect contrast to the sheets beneath her.

She was so beautiful in her vulnerability. I could tell she felt the same simply by the way that she looked at me.

As I climbed atop her, I tried to stop my arms from shaking. Her hand reached up to cup my cheek. I nearly fell limp in her embrace. I stumbled forward still, falling onto my forearm so that I could free a hand to feel her.

My hand slid between her open legs at the same time she reached between us. Her fingers felt scorching around the base of me. I imagine mine felt equally paralyzing as they dipped between slick folds.

We groaned in tandem at the sensation. The anticipation heightened with our quickened breath. She was already practically sobbing as I dragged my fingers down warm walls and imagined once more what it would feel like to be welcomed into her fullest embrace.

I was surprised to find how much her hand fumbled, how unpracticed she seemed when faced with my ultimate submission.

Dare I say, she almost seemed nervous. Yet I would never be anywhere near dissatisfaction. I was quite the opposite, already aching for the release that only she could give me.

“Do you want to do this?”

I was surprised to hear the question uttered in my own voice.

But I was so happy to hear her answer, “Yes.”

Then, with a lovesick smile that would always seem too good to be true, she teased, “I’m ready when you are.”

I returned it with a taunt of my own. I withdrew my fingers and spread the remnants of her desire over her heat.

“I can tell.”

Like always, she accepted it with grace, and her own clever retort.

“I guess there really is something to that genius thing after all.”

But when the jokes were over, I was lost in the wonder once more. My whole body felt aflame with lust and lover for her the very moment that her legs fell further open.

I looked down at the way her chest heaved and her stomach tensed. Her back was arching like every part of her sought closeness.

As if her body had been begging: I love you, let me shelter you.

She must have seen how foreign the feeling was to me, because as soon as I felt the familiar warmth of tears gathering in my eyes, her grip turned gentle. One leg hooked around my waist and pulled me closer until I could feel the velvety slickness against the head of my cock.

“How about I help you with this part?” she offered.

I lowered my hand to join hers before I replied, “Together.”

“Together,” she promised.

True to her word, she helped guide me to her entrance before her hand slipped away. It found me again shortly thereafter when both of her arms were thrown around my shoulders.

I pushed forward to find a slight resistance. My breath caught in my throat, my whole body halting without any command.

“Keep going,” she said breathlessly, “It’s okay.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I explained.

She silenced any further protest by rooting her hands in my hair and pulling me in for a kiss. My hips fell forward from the momentum, sinking a few more inches into the blinding, blissful heat of her.

I tried to accommodate the feeling of her the same way her body tried to make room for me. Each twitch of my cock was returned with her walls closing in on me. Every one of her limbs begged for more of me, and I wanted so badly to give it.

But I was still bashful, still frightened by the possibility of hurting her somehow.

She ended the kiss prematurely. Before she could speak, she whimpered. Her eyes opened to reveal mirrors into myself. A vulnerability, a belonging beyond the physical.

Her body begged me, and I answered. I pressed forward, sinking into her inch by inch until there was nothing more to give. I reveled in the soft sounds of her pleasure, the way her whimpers turned to wanton moans.

“I love you through infinity,” I whispered against her lips.

“I love you, too,” she returned dreamily.

Her body was pulsing around me with a burning heat and unrivaled softness. I felt the shelter of her, the vulnerability of her embrace. There was no greater reward than the knowing that she allowed me, begged for me to claim the empty space in her body.

“You are…”

I struggled to find the words to explain the thought.

She found them for me.

“Yours,” she slurred, “I’m yours, Spencer.”

My hips moved without thought. They bucked forward and caused moans to spill from both our lips.

I became greedy quickly. I desperately sought to hear her again, to experience again the novel wonder that was her body. I pulled my hips back and focused on the way her walls clenched tighter, begging me to stay.

I returned to them immediately. I thrusted forward, faster than before and with enough force to set her body in motion.

Her mouth was open, alternating between simple, wonderful sounds and a lack of them altogether. The twisted tension, the unmuted pleasure of half-lidded eyes and flushed lips, it made me realize how badly I’d craved this experience all my life.

Again, my hips crashed into hers. I fucked her harder and took pride in the way her nails dug into my skin. I wanted her to claim me with the same animalistic nature that I displayed.

“I’ve waited my whole life for you,” I told her between brutal thrusts.

Like always, she understood the meaning behind the words. She could feel the decades of yearning with every motion. Each time that I bottomed out inside her, she would praise me, worship me, love me.

I didn’t expect her to respond with anything more than her body. It spoke so eloquently. Her back arched and her nails dragged down my shoulders as she struggled to keep hold.

To relieve her of the need, I straightened my back and sat up. With both hands, I pulled her hips up to meet mine.

“Fuck!” she squeaked.

I understood what she’d meant. The new angle felt entirely different, impossibly better than the one from mere seconds before.

“Are you alright?” I asked, anyway.

“Yes,” she said with a quick nod, “Yes, you’re perfect.”

My long dormant ego swelled at the praise. It turned my lips into a smirk and made my hands pull her even closer.

I watched with rapt attention as I pulled out of her. It seemed so intimate—was so intimate—that I couldn’t break away. Fascinated by the way her body accepted me, I continued to watch where we joined as I pulled her hips back to me.

“You look so beautiful like this,” I groaned.

So elegant, so submissive and pliant as I filled her with the full length of my desire.

“You do, too,” she giggled.

I looked up to see her, and, immediately, I missed her. Without even taking the time to readjust her hips, I moved forward until our lips met.

She gasped at the pleasurable pain when I found a new depth of her. She swallowed my moans the same way her heat accepted me.

It was all so new, so overwhelming and invigorating that I couldn’t stop myself. My movements became sloppy and insistent. Her body folded beneath mine at the same time her arms fell on the bed. She gripped the sheets with a vengeance.

Open and wanting, her chest heaved, and her small voice managed to call my name.

“Do it, Spencer,” she pleaded with her everything, “Come for me.”

Without a single hesitation, I did. Unaware of how close I’d even come; I gave one more unrelenting thrust before I was hit with a truly staggering wave of pleasure.

As I emptied myself inside of her, the warmth pooled around what was an already burning heat. Each pulse came with bucking hips. Every time, her body tightened around me and prolonged the pleasure.

“I love you,” I chanted while the world felt far away.

She had never felt closer.

“I love you,” we said together just as I fell limp in her arms.

Breathless and with fast-beating hearts, I melted into her embrace without regret. I felt the sticky warmth as it filled every particle that remained between our joined bodies.

It was the most heavenly bliss, to feel so thoroughly loved.

Yet she was the one to say it first.

“Thank you,” she slurred.

“It was my pleasure,” I chuckled back. I’d meant it literally and in the traditional, colloquial sense.

The kindness continued when she was finally able to move again. She didn’t go far. Instead, she wrapped lazy arms around me and tilted her head back so that I could nuzzle further against her shoulder.

“Was it worth the wait?” she asked cheekily.

But I noticed the way her voice still shook. She would blame the exhaustion, but I could tell that she was nervous.

There was no reason for her to be. Regret was the furthest thing from my thoughts.

“Yes, it was,” I assured her.

Then, because she deserved to hear it and because it was the undeniable truth, I explained, “It had to be you. It would have always been you.”

“Are you saying I was meant to be yours?” she giggled.

“No,” I corrected with a smile, “I’m saying I was meant to be yours.”

“Split the difference?” she offered.

“Not a chance,” I scoffed.

“Fine,” she sighed happily. “I guess you’re mine.”

And I took comfort in knowing that everything was finally, exactly how it was meant to be.

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