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[thegentlesourcerer]

Blue and White Macarons | nutmegandhoneybee

[amnesique]

bad liar — nicholas leister

he is going to pay, you thought to yourself as you approached the specific red car when everyone was distracted by the break and the owner was who knows where, doing who knows who.

you opened the gas tank quickly, being prepared to pour quite a large amount of water into it, wanting to harm the engine of his beloved car. you wanted to hit him where it hurt the most.

you knew how much that car meant to him, like to any other boy.

"what the hell are you doing here?" a low voice came from behind you, in a harsh whisper, and your hand froze on the gas tank flap.

you intentionally let the container of water fall from your hand on the cold ground, cursing under your chin, not before turning to him, looking at him with wide eyes through your thick lashes.

"what do you mean?" you tried to play the fool, even though you knew he was good at reading you.

“don't act a fool with me,” he read your mind and put his hands on the car behind you, blocking your way out.

you took a deep breath and let your back to bend against the door of his car, which you had thought of destroying it just minutes before.

"who made you do this?" he asked, moving so close to you that his words tickled your lips. "was it ronnie?"

you exhaled the air from your lungs, over his full lips. "i don't know what you're talking about," you replied, trying to keep up with your role.

"is that so?" he asked, a rhetorical question, and moved closer to your ear, breathing over it, as one of his hands wrapped around your waist, squeezing gently. you were wearing a crop top and his touch felt like it burned you.

you nodded, surprised by his sudden touch on your skin, and he took the moment as a sign to continue what he was doing, slowly —but surely— moving his hand lower and lower. "are you sure?" he asked.

you stopped a sigh from escaping your lips, bringing them together.

you nodded again.

"you're not very good at acting against me, you know that, right?" he teased you, his both hands now slipping under the material of the black short skirt you were wearing, tracing its way to cupping your ass.

"fuck you," you briefly murmured the only words you were able to say, being lost in his touch.

a low chuckle left his lips, accompanied by his signature grin. "you would love to do that, wouldn't you?" he gripped your skin tighter between his fingers, pulling you closer to him, pressing you against his hard chest and earning a soft whine from you as you felt his bottom against yours. only a few pieces of material will stop you. "i knew you'd love it," he answered to himself, being too sure of himself because of the sound you made because of him.

"it's not what you think," you said, trying to keep control of your own body, but the weak tone of your voice was giving you away.

he looked at you, running his tongue over his cheek, only for him to grin again. "no?"

"no," you said, and tried to pull yourself away from him, but he pulled you close again, creating a slight rubbing sensation that made you close your eyes.

“you're a bad liar,” he said and took his hands off of you, as he walked around the car and got behind the wheel, getting ready for the race and leaving you to regret not being honest with him.

[joyful-enchantress]

On the Naughty List (18+) | Loki x Fem!Reader

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A/N: Everyone has been so welcoming and kind and encouraging with my first fic that I decided to try my hand at another one! This is also my first try with smut, so apologies if it is awkward at all. I hope you like it! It is another installment in the Winter Warmers Collection curated by @lokisgoodgirl

Genre/Warnings: Smut (18+), soft(ish) Dom!Loki, here be filth, some fluff too, established relationship, language, restraints, spanking, nipple play (clamps), temperature play, edging/orgasm delay, begging, oral f!receiving, choking (if you squint)

Word Count: 4377

"Stop, Loki! Ahhhhh, stop, please!" you shrieked wildly as Loki playfully but mercilessly pelted you with icy snowballs.

You loved seeing him like this, completely lost in a moment of carefree fun. His eyes were alight with that familiar glint of mischief and the midday rays reflecting off the surrounding snow seemed to dance across his porcelain skin. He was beautiful. And he was yours. An arrogant smile slowly melted into his features as he responded to your request for a ceasefire.

"What's the matter, darling? Can't handle everything I have to offer?" he quipped with a wink.

Damn him and his relentless innuendo. A slight blush crept across your cheeks at his words.

"Oh, I know I can handle all of you, Laufeyson. I've done it many times before," you decided to give it right back to him. "What I can't handle is any more snowballs to the face or soaking through my coat. Not all of us have an endless tolerance for cold, you know!"

Given Loki's heritage, he required no protective outerwear during your childish winter antics. Not that you truly minded -- it meant you got to enjoy a better view of those sinful hands of his, the long, elegant fingers flexing dexterously as he packed the glittering snow into nearly perfect spheres. But, perhaps, his affinity for the cold did give him an unfair advantage in this case.

"I can think of several things I could do to warm you right up, love. Things I could do with my fingers..." he twirled his delectable digits seductively and nearly had you drooling. "...or my mouth..." his skillful tongue peered through the curtains that were his luscious lips and slowly swiped along his top lip just before he smirked knowingly and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. "...or my cock."

Had the temperature suddenly risen? Your thighs clenched together involuntarily, your body already yearning for the sweet friction, and the slightest whimper escaped your lips at his salacious words.

He paced towards you, closing the distance until there was none left, and his warm breath was fanning across your neck as he bent to whisper in your ear.

"Although," he continued, "judging by your reaction thus far, I could probably keep you warm with my words alone." His voice seemed to drop an octave, and assumed that familiar huskiness that he reserved only for you in your most private moments with him. "Maybe we should test the theory, hmm? Would you like that, darling?" His tongue darted out to lick the shell of your ear.

"Yes, Loki..." you breathed, your own voice barely above a whisper. "Please, let's be done with our game and go inside. I need you."

"As you wish, my love," he placed a wet kiss along your jawline. "Follow me."

He began the short walk back to the cozy home the two of you shared, his broad back to you. The wet spots he left on your ear and jaw began to sting in the frigid winter air. You absent-mindedly reached up to soothe the ache with your gloved fingertips, and as you turned to admire the way the dark jeans he was wearing hugged his perfect ass as he strode towards the house, the temptation was too great. You simply could not resist.

THWAK!

A perfectly thrown snowball hit him in the back of the head, bursting into a flurry of snow that clung to his ebony curls and drifted down his neck and across his back.

"Oh you're in for it now, pet." He turned around, ever so slowly, his lips upturned into a menacing smile and his emerald eyes burning with the promise of what was to come.

You decided to play right into his hands.

"Have I earned a spot on the naughty list, Sir?"

He gazed back at you with a hungry expression, his pupils dilating with lust; you knew the effect that particular word had on him. He began stalking towards you, like a predator cornering his prey.

"That goes without saying, Y/N. Your misbehavior is simply unacceptable. Now, do you know what happens to naughty girls?"

He was right in front of you once again, towering over you and looking down his nose directly into your eyes.

"They don't get any presents?" you suggest with feigned innocence.

"They must be punished." he declared with such authority, it left no room for argument.

"Oh really? Just what exactly do you -- AHH!"

Before you could even finish your snarky response, he had you draped over his shoulder, your eyes staring at his perfect backside and his strong arm flexed behind your knees, holding you in place. His other hand rose up to give your unsuspecting bottom a warning smack.

"No more questions, darling. You're in enough trouble as it is."

He carried you inside, kicking off his shoes along the way, and before you knew it, he was tossing you on the plush bed like a ragdoll. The deep emerald-colored satin sheets twisted in your fingertips as you stared up, wide-eyed, at your husband; gone from his face was the carefree playfulness and in its place was a stern demeanor. There was no question who was in charge here. And you loved it.

With a snap of his fingers, a blanket of green light engulfed your body and every scrap of clothing you had been wearing disappeared. Loki, still fully clothed, hovered over you, caging you in and bringing his face within inches of yours.

"Now let's go over the rules, shall we?" he trailed, his voice dripping with lust and power, "Rule number one, you will refer to me only as Sir. You will not call me by my name unless and until I command it. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," you gasped, barely audible over the hammering of your own heart.

"Good girl." He reached a hand down and began stroking your breast, eventually rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Rule number two, you will do as I say, without question or hesitation. I do not like to repeat myself. Am I clear?"

"Crystal, Sir," you barely suppressed a moan.

"And finally, rule number three..." You whimpered as he tweaked your nipple, hard. "...You do not come until I give you my express permission. I decide whether and when you will have your pleasure, isn’t that right, pet?” his lips curved into a wicked grin as he finished reminding you of the last rule.

“O-of course, Sir,” you gulped, anxiously and eagerly awaiting his next move.

"Now, do you remember your safe word, darling?" his eyes momentarily softened as he asked you, ever your loving and devoted husband, making sure you knew you were safe and loved.

"Yes, Sir. Red," you assured him with a breathy whisper.

"Good." The fleeting moment of softness had passed, his expression shifting back to one of unrelenting dominance, emerald eyes alight with thoughts of the diabolical plans he had for you. "Let's begin."

His hand rose from your breast up over your collarbone to its final destination around your neck, giving it a firm squeeze as he captured your lips in a ferocious kiss; it was all tongues and teeth as he invaded your mouth, claiming what was his with urgency. Eventually, he allowed you to catch your breath and he trailed his lips down your jawline, to suck and nip at your pulse point as you lay there panting.

"I want you to kneel on the bed, facing the headboard." he rasped against your ear before rising up off the bed to allow you the room to move into position.

You wasted no time, scrambling up so you could obey him and avoid furthering your punishment. As you were twisting around and adjusting yourself into the perfect submissive kneel, you caught a glimpse of him removing his dark emerald sweater, leaving him in the white button-down he was wearing underneath, those damn dark wash jeans, and his socked feet.

He leisurely strode towards the head of the bed and turned to face you, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and beginning to roll up the sleeves to his elbows. You bit your lip, the sight of his forearms flexing as he manhandled the garment enough to send a fresh pool of arousal to your core.

"Hands in front of you, wrists together," he commanded.

As you did so, he conjured a bit of black silken cord -- enough to bind your wrists together tightly while leaving some extra hanging on either side of the intricate knot. Once he was satisfied that the rope would keep you sufficiently restrained, he turned to reach into the nightstand where you kept your toys for nights such as this. You could hear the familiar metallic clink of chains bumping into each other as he pulled a toy out of the drawer. The clamps.

"We haven't played with these in a while, pet," he said with a devilish snarl. "I want you to feel them sway and tug every time I strike that perfect ass of yours."

You couldn't help the whimper that escaped your lips at his words. "As you wish, Sir."

He worked your nipples into firm peaks before attaching the clamps to them. You hissed as they bit into your sensitive flesh, providing an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain. Before you could fully adjust to the sensation, he was pulling on the extra cord that was hanging from your bound wrists and tying it to the top of the headboard. This forced you to bend forward, head between your arms, ass raised slightly - and presented perfectly - as you remained on your knees. The chain that connected the clamps swayed with your movement, tugging on your sore nipples with each sweeping arc, causing you to moan wantonly.

"Hmmm,” he hummed in approval as he situated himself beside you on the bed, one hand at the small of your back - a reminder to remain in position - the other rubbing and squeezing your bottom, the gentleness a stark contrast to the harsh stings you knew were to come. “My dirty whore of a wife seems to be enjoying herself, and I’ve barely begun,” he chuckled darkly. “You will count each strike aloud, and when I am finished, you will thank me for them. I think 10 strikes ought to do for tonight, pet. Oh, and do remember, you are not allowed to come.”

“Yes, Sir,” you groaned desperately. Before you knew it, the first strike hit your backside with a loud SMACK. Just as he had planned, the chain between your tortured nipples was swaying wildly. “One,” you squeaked.

His hand came down against your ass again, this time on the opposite cheek.

“Two, Sir.” You let out a shaky breath.

The next slap seemed to echo throughout the room.

“Ahhhh! Three, Sir!”

After the third smack, his hand caressed down your backside and his fingers dipped between your soft folds. “Ohh, love. We’re only three strikes in, and you’re absolutely soaking. Do you think you’ll make it?” he asked with feigned concern. You could do nothing but whimper in response. “Oh how I do love those pretty noises you make,” he crooned.

He resumed his work, each smack to your bottom bringing more pain than the last… and sending more arousal straight to your dripping core. After the seventh strike, he moved the hand that had been resting innocently at the small of your back to the chain that was dangling from your breasts and gave a sharp tug.

“Aaaauunnghhh! Please, Sir,” you moaned. Whether you were begging him to stop or to give you more, you didn’t know.

“Shhhhh, pet. Just three more, you’re doing so well for me.” As he soothed you with his words, he moved his hand from the chain to the apex of your thighs, and his fingers easily found your clit, peeking out from its hood and aching for attention. Your hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his hand, shamelessly searching for more friction. “Ah ah ahh, there will be none of that writhing, darling,” he reprimanded you gently. “You will take what I give you and nothing more.”

“Sorry, Sir, I’ll be still,” you promised with a high pitched whine.

He kept his fingers on your clit, lazily playing with the bundle of nerves as he delivered the last three smacks to your bottom. It was just enough to tease you and keep you wanting more, never enough to fully satisfy you. Your frustration was mounting at this point, but deep down you knew you shouldn’t have been so delusional as to hope he’d allow you your release so easily.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, pet?” he mercifully reminded you as he pulled his hand away from your sensitive bud, rubbing soothing circles on your ass cheeks with the same hand he just used to blister them.

“Oh, yes, of course. Thank you, Sir, for spanking me.” you managed to coerce your tongue into forming the words despite your frazzled brain.

“Such a good girl for me,” he cooed softly and with a snap of his fingers, the bindings disappeared and you collapsed forward onto the bed, limp and spent, but unbearably aroused. He quickly was at your side, and gently helped you to roll over onto your back. Finally, you could see his stunningly beautiful face again. His features had settled back into those of your loving husband, warmth and softness radiating from within. Stroking your cheek gently with his thumb, he bent down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss that sent a fire straight to your core.

Loki diligently massaged your wrists and shoulders, helping to soothe the ache from your restraints; he then moved his attention to your breasts. “I’m going to remove these now, darling. One at a time. I know it will be intense but it will only last for a moment,” he whispered.

You winced and cried out as he removed each clamp, his warm mouth quick to softly caress each aching bud with his tongue and soothe the sting.

“What’s your color, Y/N?” he asked you gently, his gaze meeting yours, eyes swirling with concern and love for you — only you.

“Green, Sir. So Green.”

“Excellent.” His emerald orbs reignited with salacious promises and his lips twisted into a wicked grin. Gone again was the softness he had momentarily uncovered. “Then we’ll move into the next phase of your punishment.”

Bring it on, you thought to yourself, but all you managed outwardly was a cheeky smile.

He must have been losing patience for doing things manually, because with a flick of his wrist and a twirl of his elegant finger, more restraints appeared, securing you to the bed. This time, they were black fur-lined leather cuffs -- one around each wrist and one around each ankle. The leather straps connected to the cuffs ran across the mattress, off the sides, and under the bed, where they were secured. This ensured that you wouldn't be going anywhere, and that your legs were spread nice and wide for him; you couldn’t close them even if you wanted to. You also noted that your arms and shoulders were in a different position, not stretched over your head -- and he kept a small amount of slack so that you could adjust and rotate your shoulders if you needed to, so as not to strain your muscles to the point of pain. Your husband thought of everything.

As he strode once again to the night stand and began looking for the toy he needed for your next wave of delicious torment, you noticed his prominent manhood straining against his tight jeans, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself knowing the effect you had on him. Your smile quickly melted away into a mixture of primal lust and shaky nerves as you saw what he pulled out of the drawer, though. The magic wand and the large glass dildo.

“Now, pet, I’ve got to go downstairs and take care of something,” he began as he set the glass dildo down on the bench at the foot of the bed, within easy reach, and clicked the wand on to the lowest setting. “I shouldn’t be gone for more than ten minutes, but I wouldn’t want you getting bored in my absence, so this should keep you occupied while I’m gone.” He placed the wand firmly against your throbbing clit and you couldn’t suppress the wanton moan that escaped your lips at the feeling. It would never be enough to give you release on this setting, it would only tease you and amplify your arousal, but damn if it didn’t feel so good. A wave of emerald light surrounded the wand, and you immediately knew he had enchanted it so that it would remain in place, no matter how much you bucked and squirmed. There was also no doubt in your mind that it would disappear immediately should you utter your safe word — the restraints, too, probably. You were always safe with him, even if he left you alone in the room to bask in the sweet torture he inflicted on you.

His hungry eyes raked over your naked body — bound and writhing — and his gaze met yours with a sinister smile before he departed the bedroom to head downstairs.

It felt like the longest ten minutes of your life. The wand was unrelenting, keeping you dangling on the edge of release, but never allowing you to fall over into bliss. No matter how you tried to grind your hips to increase the friction just enough to topple you over the edge, it was no use. Loki’s enchantment kept the wand exactly where he wanted it.

So lost were you in the sensation and the struggle for your orgasm, that you didn’t notice when he returned. That is, until the wand disappeared with a snap of his fingers, causing you to whine at the loss and open your eyes to the sight of your breathtaking husband, leaning casually against the dresser with a mug of steaming hot beverage in his hand; he was drinking in the sight of you, so desperate for the release only he could grant you. His eyes were burning with lust.

“Aren’t you going to welcome me back, pet?” he asked with a teasing smirk.

The asshole.

“Welcome back, Sir,” you managed to mutter between pants.

“That’s more like it.” He took a large gulp of the hot liquid — hot cocoa, you guessed, based on the smattering of foam the swig left on his top lip — and you watched with curiosity as he seemed to hold it in his mouth without swallowing. Setting the mug down on the bench, he picked up the glass dildo that you had all but forgotten about. Your eyes widened when you saw a tinge of blue creep across the skin of his hand, the smooth surface of the glass covered in a blanket of frost.

Without warning, he thrust the icy glass cock into your sopping cunt, the cold surface against your warm inner walls intensifying every sensation as it moved and twisted inside you. The sharp cry that rang from your throat was one of both surprise and unabashed primal lust. You saw his Adam’s apple bob sinfully as he finally swallowed the steaming liquid that was in his mouth, just before he winked at you and lowered his lips to latch around your neglected clit.

“Ohhhhh, Sir, ye- yesssss.” The stark contrast of the frigid length inside you and his warm mouth sucking and lapping at your sensitive bud was nearly too much to handle. You had enjoyed the skilled labor of your husband’s silver tongue many times before, but this was something entirely different. You could barely catch your breath, let alone form a coherent sentence.

“Mmmm…” he moaned salaciously, sending vibrations directly to your core. The familiar coil in your belly was winding tighter, threatening to snap into an earth-shattering orgasm. Just… a tiny… bit… more…

“…’m gonna come, Sir!” You whispered between whimpers and pants.

But he stopped. The frosted dildo and his mouth were both removed from your core. You whined desperately, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes at the loss, your impending orgasm ebbing away.

“You didn’t think you’d get release so soon, did you? Naughty girls don’t get to come so easily.” Loki’s eyes were ablaze with a ravenous hunger; you could see his lips and chin glistening with your sweet nectar, the flickering light of the candle in the corner of the room dancing across his face now, as the sun had set since the start of your debauched activities. He bent down to kiss you, his lips and tongue unrelenting against yours; you moaned at the taste of your arousal on his lips.

As he pulled away, allowing you both to catch your breath, you saw him refrost the glass toy and reach again for the mug to take another swig of hot cocoa into his mouth. Before you could protest, both had resumed their delectable torment, the icy tip of the dildo circling your aching clit before dipping inside you and being replaced with his hot mouth.

“Please, Sir,” you pleaded as he fucked you with the cold, hard dildo and swirled his hot tongue around your bundle of nerves. He reached one hand up to your breast, rolling and tweaking a pebbled nipple before switching to pay the same attention to the other hardened peak. Within minutes, you were there again, you could almost taste your impending orgasm. And again he stopped.

“Ohhh, pet, you taste sweeter than this cocoa,” he huskily groaned. “And look at you, so needy and desperate for me. Do you want release?” You whimpered and nodded your head as urgently as you could manage. “If you come tonight, it will be on my cock. And I want you to beg for it.”

His clothes disappeared in a flash of green light, leaving the entirety of his glorious form bare to your gaze for the first time that night. You slowly raked you eyes across every inch of him, admiring the way his lean muscles rippled and flexed underneath his perfect skin as he moved, and counting your lucky stars that he was yours.

“Please, Sir, pleeeeease give me your cock. I need it. I need you. Please make me come, Sir.” you shamelessly panted and begged, desperate for him and for the sweet release only he could give you.

He hovered over you on the bed; you could feel his rigid length against your thigh, the tip angry and red. He was just as desperate for release as you were. Bracing his weight on one forearm, he snaked the other hand across your collarbone with a featherlight touch before it settled firmly around your throat as he kissed you hungrily. So lost were you in the passion of the kiss that you barely noticed as he lined himself up at your entrance. With one perfectly angled thrust, he finally entered you, filling you to the hilt. Your breath hitched against his mouth; no matter how many times you took him, the sheer size of him ensured that the first few strokes would always take your breath away.

“You don’t have to wait any longer, darling.” He rasped against your ear as he began to thrust, rutting his hips against you with each stroke, the wiry curls at the base of his cock brushing against your clit. “Don’t hold back, and I won’t stop this time. Let yourself go and let me hear you when you topple over into bliss. Say my name as you come.”

It didn’t take long at all for you to reach the precipice, the coil at the base of your abdomen tightening almost immediately after the edging you had already endured. You were a panting, moaning mess while he worshipped you, trailing wet kisses along your neck and collarbone. His rhythm was becoming sloppier, and you knew he was close too.

“Ohhh Loki, yes, YESSS!” you gasped as the coil snapped, your inner walls squeezing him like a vice as you finally came, the earth-shattering orgasm causing your entire body to shake. “Yes, Loki. Loki…” You chanted his name like a mantra.

Before you had come down from your high, he came too, spilling his hot seed into you with a grunt. “Who do you belong to, love?”

“You, Loki, only you.”

Once his load was spent, he collapsed on top of you, your sweaty skin sliding against his own. The restraints immediately disappeared and you wrapped your arms around him as you both panted, coming down from your highs together.

“I love you, my darling wife,” he murmured against your ear a few moments later, before he placed a chaste kiss to your lips and rose from the bed. “Now let me take care of you.”

“I love you too, Loki…” you trailed, your mind still swimming in euphoria.

Loki got up and tended to you, bringing you a glass of water and helping you sit up to drink it, the cold liquid refreshing your parched throat. Then, he cleaned up the mess between your legs with his seidr and lifted you off the bed, carrying you bridal style into the en-suite bathroom and lowering you gently into the bathtub that he had already filled with hot water and your favorite lavender bath oil. He knelt beside the tub and kissed you tenderly, his elegant fingers wrapping through your tousled hair, thumb brushing your cheek lovingly. How lucky you were that he was yours.

“I’ll go down and start a fire, my love,” he said, eyes brimming with adoration. “After you’re finished in the bath, come downstairs and I thought we could snuggle on the couch, enjoy some hot cocoa, and watch a movie. I know that’s your favorite thing to do in the winter.”

“You’re wrong about that, Loki.” His lips turned down into a frown at your words, his brows knitting together in confusion. With a beaming smile creeping across your face, you finished, “You’re my favorite thing to do in the winter.”

[darthannie]

day nineteen: sex toys with robert fischer

pairing: Robert Fischer x f!reader word count: 808 warnings: butt plug, vibrator, a touch of oral sex (f receiving), mention of overstim a/n: Sorry it's late! Life comes at ya fast. I didn't edit this one very much. Hope you still enjoy this one though! kinktober masterlist

Robert was always a fan of giving you gifts and this time was no different. If he was trying to hide his excitement he did a very bad job doing so. When you arrived home he walked outside to greet you, opening your car door and beaconing you inside. 

He picked up a gift back and held it towards you. “Open it,” he said. You smiled, “What is it this time?”. He gestured with his head, “Open it and find out.” You took out the tissue paper and looked into the bag. There were two little boxes at the bottom. At first glance, they looked inconspicuous. Upon closer inspection, you realized it was a Bluetooth-controlled vibrator and a butt plug. 

“Robert, really?” You meant to sound amused but sounded judgy instead. He readjusted his footing, “What do you not like it?” The vibrator was bright pink and the plug had a shiny red heart as the flared base. 

“No, I like it. I wanna try them out. I just didn’t think it was your thing.” 

He shrugged, “I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” 

“Well, can we see what all the fuss is about after I take a shower?” You were exhausted from work, but a little tlc from Robert wouldn’t hurt. “Of course, sweetheart,” he said, pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead. 

Robert was reading as he waited for you to exit the en suite bathroom. He had already prepped the items and put them on the nightstand. You left the bathroom wearing only a towel. He looked up from his book and you dropped the towel. He lost all interest in what he was reading, closing the book without saving the page. He gestured for you to go to him and you crawled onto the bed. 

He leaned back as you kissed him, your body on top of his. You could tell he missed you by the way he kissed, tenderly yet needy. His hand reached down between your bodies and touched your clit, toying with you. You got wetter with every stroke. He noticed you getting turned on and thought it was the perfect time to get you prepped. He pulled away and grabbed both toys off the bedside table. “Which one first?” he raised each one, alternating between the two. You pointed at the butt plug, “That one.” 

He put the vibrator down and grabbed some lube. “Get on all fours,” he ordered. 

“Yes, sir,” you responded as you got into position. He felt his dick twitch at the title. Sir. It sat right with him. He squirted a decent amount of lube on your tight hole, the coolness making you clench. He caressed you as he slowly slid the toy inside you. You mewled at the feeling. The stretch stung in the best way possible. Your muscles relaxed when it was all the way inside. 

“Beautiful. Absolutely perfect… Are you ready for the next one?” You looked back at him and nodded, biting your lip. “On your back, sweetheart.” 

You became acutely aware of the toy inside you as you moved. You couldn’t help but moan as you lay on your back, feeling the plug move. Your knees pointed up the sky, legs open. Robert made sure the toy was connected to his phone before he put it inside you. He tested it out and you smirked as it vibrated in his hand. 

He used his fingers to prime you and then put the toy at your wet hole, slowly pushing it in. It didn’t fill you up as much as you wanted to, but that didn’t matter when Robert turned it on. He started out on a low setting. He pushed on the end of the plug and you shivered. 

He smiled and continued to prod at the toy’s gem, raising the intensity of the vibration. He continued playing around with the intensity until your legs shook. He changed it from straight vibrating to a pulse. He created different patterns and took genuine delight in all your moans and gasps. 

“Robert, I think I’m gonna cum soon. Fuck.” He took that as his cue to run his tongue over your clit as he put the vibrator on its highest setting. He threw his phone to the side and continued licking your pussy. Your hands raked through his hair as you came. You clenched around the toy, feeling sensitive. He turned off the toy, feeling that you were too overstimulated. You silently thanked him for that. 

He laid his head on your thigh and watched as you tried to pull out the pink toy. He stopped you, grabbing your wrist. “No, no. We’re not done yet. Keep it in.” You relented and tossed your head back into the pillow. It was about to be a long night. 

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[sinfullyrosey]

Aggressive Affection - Azul

Azul Ashengrotto X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Tentacles, Claustrophobia (octoboy holds you close and encases ya in tentacles), Bondage (via said tentacles)

Fun Fact: Octopi can taste with their suckers. I only knew this after writing this, but still feel like it was an important addition.

All characters are 18+

How the two of you ended up in this situation didn’t really matter at this point.

What’s happened, happened.

You two had decided to go swimming together after finals, as a sort of date, and while he refused to change into his original form, fate had other plans it seems. Whether it be due to the nerves of seeing you in a bikini top and swim trunks for the first time or a simple oversight on his part, but he had forgotten to retake the potion that kept him in his bipedal form and slowly started to change.

His skin darkened and long, thick tentacles started to grow out to replace his two human legs, while you watched on in confused awe. He hadn’t had time to plan an escape route or brought an extra potion with him, instead left to transform right there in the waters of the Octavinelle Dorm, in front of his beloved.

The details of what happened next were blurred by the dark blackness of his ink spraying out in a panic and muddying the waters around them. Anxiety pricked at his veins when he made direct eye contact with you and saw the baffled look on your face. The image sent waves of fear rushing into his mind.

He remembers trying his best to hide himself away from you then, curling in on himself and desperately trying to find some closed off space to squeeze into and hide. The sheer embarrassment and shame clouding his thoughts. His mind was uncharacteristically frazzled, leaving him to simply float to the bottom floor, kicking up sand like a cloud and mixing with the ink.

He can’t quite recall what led to what happened next.

His partner was speaking to him, coming closer and trying to reassure him. Her delicate touch and kind words are what ultimately brought him out of his self-deprecating state. He was still ashamed of his body, despite her efforts, but they were not all in vein. He began to open up a bit more, allowing her to see more of him, but still hidden in the ball of embarrassment and tentacles.

He just remembers feeling safe with her around, her presence offering him some much needed comfort. Her kind smile painting one of acceptance and love, not a single inkling of disgust or fear could be seen, only compassion and understanding. The feeling made his body jittery all over again, only this time for the better. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was his new octopot. Warm, comforting, safe…

Maybe that is why his tentacles acted on their own accord and gently wrapped themselves around her smaller figure. Curling and coiling around her arms and legs, the suckers latching on and pulling them closer into the ebony limbs.

You had gasped at the first unsuspecting touch, but soon relaxed when you saw it was only him. Your smile grew as you pet the squishy appendages, giggling when you spotted his blushing blue face.

“Ha ha, your face is so blue, ZuZu! It matches your eyes.~”

The playful comment had made his blush deepen and caused two of his tentacles to raise and cover his face. You giggled some more as the tentacles around you drew you closer to him. He wasn’t doing any of this on purpose. He wasn’t commanding them to wrap around you protectively like you were some newfound coin to add to his collection. He hadn’t meant for them to hug you so tightly in such a protective manner.

They were acting on his emotions alone, playing out the secret desires he kept hidden away deep inside him. The desire to just hold you close; so, so close…

Before he knew it, his tentacles were pulling you closer to him and creating a cage around the both of you, blocking out the ocean blue waters and leaving nothing but the inky curtains of darkness. Your vision was left with nothing but black, and the light blue glimmer of his horizontal-pupiled eyes. You smiled at him in the darkness, hands slowly reaching out to gently hold them against his pale cheeks.  

His heartrate increased as you rested your forehead against his, softly murmuring such praises at him. Showering him in compliments and words of affirmation with that lovely voice of yours. He couldn’t take it anymore, his tentacles pulling you even closer to him until your bodies were flush against one another and he could feel the soft flesh of your skin against his own. He could feel the heat radiating from your body as his greedily soaked up everything it could from you.

Azul could just melt into this moment forever. To never leave and share this all with you, holding you close in his makeshift security pot and bask in each other’s soft affections. But, of course, it still wasn’t enough for his greedy, little heart. He always wanted more, needed more, even if he himself didn’t realize it.

“A-ah, Azu…” A soft moan slipped past your lips. Your back arching forward at the pleasurable sensation between your legs.

The tentacle that had wrapped itself there was now slowly rubbing against the clothed folds of your most sensitive bits. The pleasure mixed in with the feeling of the others wrapped around your thighs and lower bottom squeezing and massaging the plump skin. You were left panting as the ones at your breasts joined in, curling themselves around the round mounds and fondling them, causing your nipples to pebble at the treatment.

“Azul… Az…ul~”

He only watched as his eight limps worked at you in tandem, sending you new waves of pleasure with every sudden squeeze and light pinch. His body heated up at the sight of your body so positively responding to what he thought was so ugly about himself for so long. Despite what he assumed, your body did not act in disgust, but rather, pure wanting arousal.

You gasped when the same tentacle’s suckers latched onto the slick skin of your groin, creating a suctioning effect against your folds and now swollen clit. Your pussy quivered and fluttered, leaking at the touch. The tentacle would rub and grind against you, then release with an audible “pop!” before re-latching themselves once more. The strange sensation had your toes curling and mouth singing a chorus of moans and pants.

“Azu-I’m g-gonna cum! O-oh, it feels so good!” You keened.

The other tentacles started to squeeze tighter around your thighs and bottom. The ones at your breasts started to give your nipples the same treatment as your clit, suckers massaging the perky buds until they were red and swollen.

The pain and pleasure was becoming too much and you could feel your insides coil and tighten with every new jolt sent to your core. The expression of bliss on your face had the octomer in awe. He tentatively took your face in his hands, much like how you had done to him earlier, and pressed his lips against yours in a desperately passionate kiss.

He swallowed down your moans when you finally came undone, walls clenching and hips grinding further against his tentacles to gain as much friction as possible. You whimpered against his lips, leaning into him as your vision went white, before slowly fading back to the black around you.

Your body went limp in his hold, cradled securely in his many arms. Azul smiled at the lovestruck look in your tired, lidded eyes, bringing you closer to him once more and kissing your temple. For now, he just chose to hold you and nothing more, enjoying the moment for now.

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Darkness Declares Glory | Chapter 22 | S.R

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Chapter Summary - after finally waking up from his catatonic state, Spencer decides it’s time to get serious about his rehabilitation. Meanwhile, your stay at PIW is up and thanks to Luke, leaving the institute isn’t so daunting.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | eventual happy ending.

Warnings - catatonic state, tears, swearing, vomit, disassociation, incontinence, talk of rehab. WC - 4.1k

Chapter 22 - Come Out Fighting

The sounds of the heart monitor filled your ears, flooding your senses and for a moment you actually thought you could feel the beat of his heart. You had your eyes screwed tightly shut since you stepped into the room, your whole body trembling. 

The room was almost stiflingly hot but maybe that was in your imagination. The steady beep, beep, beep of the heart monitor was oddly comforting, at least it meant that Spencer was in fact still alive. 

When you finally opened your eyes you kept your gaze focused on the floor beneath your feet. You started forwards until the bottom of the bed entered your peripheral vision and you kept sidling further across the room. 

Eventually you reached the top of the bed, letting your eyes flick up a little, just enough to see Spencer’s right hand that was laying still against the bed sheet. Your eyes clouded over with tears before you even had a chance to take more of him in. 

You wanted to reach out and touch him but you didn’t want to unravel your arms from around your own waist. You didn’t want to lower your created defence yet, maybe you wouldn’t at all. You focused on the sound of the machine, letting the rhythmic noise remind you that Spencer wasn’t dead, he was still breathing, his heart was still beating. You could do this. You just had to glance upwards.

You took a few breaths in an attempt to calm yourself but it didn’t seem to do anything. You gripped the sides of your shirt with your fingers, keeping yourself tied to reality. And then you looked up. 

Spencer’s eyes were open, staring off across the room at the far wall. His lips were slightly parted like he was mid sentence and his head was flopped to the side on the pillow. His hair was matted, curly knots resting against the pillow. His legs and arms were all flat on the mattress, unmoving. 

Your tears overflowed almost immediately and you tightened your hold on yourself further. For all intents and purposes, Spencer looked dead, like a corpse just left here to rot away. The only thing, aside from the machine, that told you he was in fact alive was the tiniest movement of his chest as he breathed in and out. 

Luke had told you that he should be able to hear what was going on around him. It wasn't definite, some people in catatonic states often reported being aware of what went on around them during that time and even were sometimes completely conscious of the fact that they were in catatonia and couldn’t snap themselves out of it. Other times people didn’t remember anything, much like if they’d been in a coma.

You hoped for Spencer’s sanity that he didn’t know what was going on. You couldn’t imagine how much turmoil he would be in if he knew. If he was laying there, trapped inside of a body that wouldn’t listen to his brain's commands he would lose his mind. You hoped and you prayed he was completely detached from it all. 

“H-hey you.” You stuttered as you found your voice. “Not sure if you can hear me, or if you’re even aware that I’m here. But, uh, hi.” 

You paused as if he might respond to you but of course he didn’t. He didn’t blink, didn’t move an inch aside from his breathing. 

“I’m not even sure why I am here. Being outside of the institute is kinda daunting to be honest. A part of me wants to run off and find drugs, we’re in a hospital it probably wouldn’t be that hard.” You swallowed. “Luke asked me to come here and he’s been so nice to me that I felt like I owed him. He’s going crazy, Spencer, your whole team is but Luke in particular. He’s a really good friend, I’m really happy you have someone like him in your life.

Jeez, I don’t even know what to say. Am I supposed to give you some kind of big rousing speech that is going to snap you out of this? I’m not a doctor but I’m fairly certain that’s not how it works. But this might be the only chance I get to speak to you, there’s no telling if you’re going to make it out of this or not. So, uh, if you can hear me, I guess you should know something…”

You trailed off, tears rolling down your cheeks and your bottom lip quivering. You finally released your hold on yourself and dared to place your hand on top of his. You weren’t in the least bit surprised that his skin was freezing cold. 

“I love you, ok? I don’t know how or why because really I barely know you. I thought at first I was just clinging to you because you were kind to me but being apart from you has made me realise that it's love I’m feeling. We would never work together, I meant what I said before you left. But god dammit if I wouldn’t give my soul for there to be a way for us to be together. 

I think in some kind of strange way we would be perfect together, two broken halves of one whole. I think if we’d met under different circumstances we could have had a future, maybe if only one of us was an addict or I guess in an ideal world neither of us were. You said to me once that you felt as though you’d loved me in another life. Maybe that’s all we were destined to be, lovers in another life. 

I like to think maybe there is an alternate timeline, a parallel universe or something where I was the FBI agent from your dreams and we met the way you thought we did. We would have met and fallen in love and there would have been nothing standing in our way. Hell, maybe there are a dozen different universes where we made things work, but unfortunately not in this one. 

You are the only thing I don’t regret from that fucked up time of my life. Even if we can’t be together, we had something for that brief moment in time. I wouldn’t change it for the world, Spence, it's a memory I will hold onto forever.” 

You caressed his knuckles with your thumb, but there was still no semblance of movement from him. You glanced back over your shoulder to see Luke standing in the corridor, smiling encouragingly through the window. You half-smiled back before turning back to Spencer.

“You’ve got a great support system, Spencer, I’m actually kind of jealous. I think you need to try leaning on them more, they can handle it.” You sighed, giving his hand a small squeeze before pulling it away and wrapping your arms around yourself again. “I guess there isn’t really anything else to say. Good luck on your journey Spencer, I hope you get the help you need. It has been a pleasure to know you, I’ll never forget you. But now I have to go.”

Your tears still fell heavily as you shuffled back towards the door. When you reached it you glanced back over at him one last time.

“Goodbye, Spencer Reid.” You whispered before letting yourself out of the room. 

Your tears completely hindered your vision at this point and you couldn’t see where you were going. You bumped against something, thinking it was a wall you held your hands out to steady yourself. But then a strong set of arms reached out and engulfed you in a tight embrace. You sobbed against the fabric of a shirt, instinctively wrapping your arms around them too. The scent of a familiar cologne met you and then a voice you’d grown to know well floated to your ears.

“It’s ok Y/N, I’m here. Let it all out.” 

And that’s exactly what you did. You sobbed loudly and heavily into Luke Alvez’s shirt while he held you outside of the hospital room of the only man you’d ever loved. 

If it wasn’t for Luke holding you upright you would have collapsed onto the floor. But he held you tightly, physically and metaphorically holding you together. You suddenly wondered how you had made it this far in your life without someone like him on your side. 

And you knew now as he held you that this newfound companionship was just the start of what would be a lifelong friendship. 

***

He suddenly gasped for air, choking slightly as he fought to catch his breath. He felt like he’d been underwater and now he desperately needed to fill his deprived lungs with air. His stomach lurched and whilst still trying to regulate his breathing he had an overwhelming feeling that he might be…nope definitely going to be…

He retched, quickly getting into a sitting position and turning his head over the side of his bed just in time for the acidic bile to rise in his throat and he vomited on the tiled floor. His head throbbed wildly and he fell back against the pillows and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

Where the hell am I? What the fuck was that all about? 

He blinked a few times, suddenly feeling acutely aware that he was being watched. He rubbed his eyes with his palms before blinking a few more times and turning his head to the other side. Two sets of large eyes looked back at him and if he wasn’t mistaken they both had tears in them. Large smiles plastered across both of their faces as they stared at him intently.

“Uh, hi.” Spencer croaked, closing one eye in a futile attempt to alleviate his headache. “Can I have some water?”

Jennifer Jareau and Penelope Garcia both nodded, Garica hurrying to the night stand where a jug of water and a cup sat. She poured him a glass and handed it to him. He downed it on one.

“Spence, it is so good to hear your voice.” JJ spoke, her tears overflowing.

“We’ve been so worried about you.” Garcia added, lifting her glasses to wipe under her eye.

“Uh, I don’t know…where am I? What’s going on?” He croaked again, the pain in his head and the taste of bile on his tongue distracting him.

“You were in a catatonic state.” JJ sniffed, reaching for his hand and gripping it tightly. “For almost a month.”

Spencer’s eyes widened as he looked between the two women in utter confusion. That couldn’t be right, surely? 

“What?” He shook his head. “No, no that can’t be.”

“You don’t remember anything? The doctor said some patients can be aware of what’s going on.” Penelope rolled her lip between her teeth.

Spencer closed his eyes and tried to recall something, anything. His head felt like it was full of cotton wool, his memories shrouded in a thick blanket. He tried to focus, kept himself tethered to JJ’s hand on his. 

“I, uh, I think I remember some stuff. I remember you guys talking to me, I remember desperately trying to move my limbs or speak but for some reason I couldn’t. The doctor gave me lorazepam but it didn’t work. The last thing I remember was being wheeled out of here by a nurse and she wanted to bathe me. I can kinda remember being freaked out at the idea of someone undressing me and I tried so hard to scream but I couldn’t. And, uh, that’s pretty much all I can recall.” His voice cracked and Penelope poured him another cup of water which he gratefully took. 

It stood to reason, even in his muddled brain, that the stress and anguish he felt at being unable to stop someone undressing him had caused him to disassociate from it. His brain might not have been able to control his limbs or his vocal chords but it had functioned enough to make the decision to switch off, to protect Spencer from what was happening to him. 

If he’d had to spend nearly a month being conscious of the fact he couldn’t move or speak, it would have been too traumatic for him to recover from. At least his brain was still good for something. 

“You know what ECT is?” Garcia asked him softly.

“Electroconvulsive therapy?” He spoke after downing another cup. 

“When the lorazepam didn’t work they tried it. They’ve been trying it for weeks now. We were about a day away from having to move on to another form of treatment.” JJ told him sadly. 

“It explains the headache. And vomiting. Both side effects of ECT.” Spencer grumbled. “Also explains why I am suddenly aware that I am laying in a bed of my own bodily waste.”

“I’ll get the doctor.” JJ gave his hand one more squeeze before letting go and brushing past Garcia towards the door. 

Spencer closed his eyes even though Penelope still stood at his side. This was the most mortifying experience of his life. He really could have done without his old team bearing witness to this. 

“You really don’t have to stay. I appreciate that it absolutely reeks in here.” He sighed, looking up at the ceiling. 

“I’m not going anywhere, boy wonder.” Garcia replied. 

I really wish you would, he thought. 

***

Getting out of bed for the first time in nearly a month was a lot harder than Spencer had anticipated but he was not under any circumstances allowing someone to bathe him again when he could, in theory, do it himself. 

His legs shook a little as they held him up under the flow of water and he scrubbed himself so vigorously his skin was red raw by the time he was finished. But at least he smelt better.

He slipped on a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt JJ had brought for him from home. Upon returning to his room he thankfully found his bed sheets had been changed and his doctor was waiting for him. 

His doctor explained everything to Spencer even though he’d already pieced it all together. He offered him medication for his pain, which Spencer had declined rapidly. Between his coma and his subsequent catatonic state he had been inadvertently sober for seven weeks and for the first time in years Spencer had absolutely no desire to get high and even the thought of taking pain meds disgusted him.

There was something about waking up covered in your own bowel movements that had a way of putting everything into perspective for Spencer. He’d hit lows before, even thought he’d hit rock bottom on multiple occasions. But this was a new low even for him. The idea of his old team having to see him like this as well, at his lowest low, was entirely shameful and the only thing he had to blame it on was the drugs.

It was time to make a change. 

After the doctor left, it was only seconds before the door opened again and Spencer sighed, wishing to just be left alone for even five minutes. Luke smiled softly at him as he entered, slowly padding over to his bedside.

“You turned down pain meds.” Luke’s smile started to grow.

“I did.” Spencer swallowed thickly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of anyone in my entire life.” Luke sniffed and Spencer rolled his eyes.

“Let’s not make a big deal out of this, please?” Spencer pulled a face.

“But it is a big deal.” Luke insisted. 

“Maybe this isn’t the best time for me to talk to you about this.” 

“Talk to me about what?” Luke stepped closer to the bed.

“You have to promise not to make a deal out of it.” Spencer narrowed his eyes on Luke. 

“I mean, it really depends on what you’re going to say.” Luke shrugged.

Spencer sighed with another roll of his eyes, knowing no matter what Luke was going to make a big deal out of this. But he needed to say it before he changed his mind and Luke was the only one he was willing to admit it to right now.

“I want to voluntarily check into rehab. Rehab, not a psychiatric unit. I want to get clean this time and dammit I want to stay clean.” He started to cry out of nowhere. “I am Spencer Reid and I am a drug addict. I am seven weeks sober and I can honestly say at this moment in time, that I never want to touch another drug as long as I live.” 

By the time he was finished speaking he was sobbing and some of Luke’s own tears had broken free. Luke had moved closer to him and somehow wrapped his arm around Spencer’s shoulders, moving the younger man's head to rest on his stomach as he stood next to the bed. 

Luke held him while he cried, something he was becoming adept at doing these days. His own tears continued to fall as he was swallowed in the pride he felt for this man. 

Spencer had been to hell and back multiple times, dragging them all there with him. To hear him say he wanted to get clean was like music to Luke’s ears, he’d started to think Spencer may be beyond help. But finally after all this time he was here admitting he was ready to get help. This time, Luke had to believe Spencer would beat his addiction once and for all. 

He briefly wondered if it was your visit that had done it but from what Luke understood he hadn’t mentioned you being here to JJ or Penelope and he’d told them he didn’t remember much from his catatonic state. It was possible he didn’t even know you’d been here and for now Luke thought it was best to wait and see if he mentioned it rather than bringing it up. 

With any luck Spencer wouldn’t change his mind but he had to keep in mind that drug addicts' moods shifted more rapidly than anyone else's. It was entirely possible at any moment Spencer would change his mind again and Luke would have to fight him on his recovery program once more. 

But something felt different this time. As he held Spencer and the two of them cried, it felt unlike any time before. Luke was hopeful that was a sign, that this time his friend might actually be able to defeat his demons once and for all. 

***

Seven months. Three weeks. Five days. It had been seven months, three weeks and five days since you’d first set foot in PIW. And for the first time in years you could finally say you didn’t want to get high. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Hopefully not ever again. And now after seven months, three weeks and five days, you were being discharged. 

It was an overwhelming and slightly terrifying prospect, being thrust back into the real world where temptation would be ripe. But you were ready, you were sure of it. 

And honestly a lot of that could be attributed to SSA Luke Alvez. Three months ago the thought of leaving would have debilitated you. You had no home, no friends and would most certainly have gotten straight back on drugs. But then Luke had come along and offered you a lifeline. 

He visited you twice a week when he wasn’t away on cases. He always kept you apprised of Spencer’s recovery. After he’d woken from his catatonic state and admitted to Luke he was ready to check himself into rehab, you’d been so proud of him, albeit a little worried he would change his mind. 

But he hadn’t. He’d checked himself into a rehabilitation facility the moment he was discharged from hospital and had been there little over a month now. Luke told you he was now just shy of three months sober and flourishing in his new environment. 

The scariest thing for you about leaving the institute had been where you were going to live. If you were to go back to the streets it would only be a matter of time before you relapsed, just to numb the feeling of sleeping rough. But again, Luke had been your knight in shining armour. 

He got you a place at a halfway house in DC and found you a job waiting tables at a little diner he frequented often. You’d cried when he told you, unable to believe someone could be this nice to you without wanting something in return. He’d wiped your tears and simply told you, “everyone deserves a second chance in life, Y/N. Take it with both hands and make me proud.” 

Luke had grown to feel something akin to an older brother in the way in which he looked out for you. It was such a strange yet welcome feeling and you hoped one day you would be able to repay him for everything he’d done for you. When you told him that he’d replied the only thing he wanted you to do for him was to stay sober. You couldn’t argue with that.

With your bag sitting at your feet and your seven month sober chip nestled in your pocket next to Spencer’s chip, you waited outside the main office at PIW for your ride. It was a cool autumn day but you enjoyed the breeze that fanned across your skin. 

There was rain in the air, a slightly ominous looking cloud nearby, ready to start its downpour any minute. And maybe once you would have seen that as a bad omen, to run back inside and hide away from the world that you weren’t ready to be released back into. But when the first drop of rain fell, landing on your arm, swiftly followed by several more, you found yourself grinning from ear to ear. 

The rain was cleansing, purifying you of all your sins. It was signifying your new beginning, your rebirth. It was wiping the slate clean. You relished the way it felt on your skin, even enjoyed the way it seeped into your clothes causing them to stick to you. 

At some point you started crying but for the first time in a long time, they were tears of happiness. You still had a long way to go on your road ro recovery but for the first time it seemed less of an uphill struggle and more just a slight incline. You felt in that moment, like you could take on the whole world and even if you were to lose, you’d be ok.

You were staring up at the sky, letting the rain cascade onto your face when you heard the car pull up. It came to a stop in front of you and the driver’s window rolled down.

“What on earth are you doing?” Luke spoke, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“I have no idea.” You laughed, looking at him with the biggest smile he’d ever seen on you. “But it feels fucking amazing.”

Luke chuckled, shaking his head a little at the sight of you standing in the rain, clothes soaked and clinging to your form. He rolled up the window and shut off the engine. He surprised you when he climbed out of the car and joined you in the rain. 

You beamed at him, tears still rolling down your cheeks but they were obscured by the rain. He placed his strong hands on your shoulders as the rain assaulted him.

“You’re ok, right? I don’t need to be worried?” He looked at you, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

“Luke, I can honestly say I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in my entire life. I’m a few days shy of being eight months sober and I finally trust myself enough to reintegrate into the real world. I have somewhere to live. I have a job. I have a friend. I feel on top of the fucking world.” You started jumping up and down, admittedly probably looking like a lunatic but Luke just smiled at you.

“Correction.” He wiped the rain out of his eyes. “You have a best friend.” 

You suddenly threw yourself into Luke’s arms, your wet clothes clinging together but neither of you noticed or cared. He held you in the rain while you continued to let the water cleanse you. By the time the two of you finally climbed into his car you were both soaked through, but smiling brightly. Because life wasn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain. 

@tiredmilky @thatsonezesty13 @1mechanicalalligator @elle-28 @academiareid

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wildest dreams, pt. 21

Summary: As seasons change, so does their relationship.

Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing

Wildest Dreams Masterlist

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Time seemed to pass by. For some, it moved quickly as the raindrop crashing from the sky onto the ground. For others, time seemed to be standing still.

Paul had never been happier. His eyes are bright, so full of light Y/N brought into his life and he didn’t dare question the lack of nightmares now. At first, he worried they’d return with a vengeance, but as days turned into weeks and weeks trickled into months, the nightmares became an afterthought neatly tucked at the back of his mind.

Things with Y/N were perfect; at the two month mark, she moved in with him though they had dinner with her dad twice a week. Paul didn’t mind it, in fact he relished in the father-son relationship they’ve built, becoming another stitch on his old wounds.

Within a month of moving in together, they’ve turned the house upside down repainting it, changing some of the decor. It brought so much work his way, to the whole pack if he’s being honest. Y/N had a way to manipulate each of the guys without anyone truly noticing it until they’re halfway painting the living room and at that point they could only admire her wit. The imprints would gather as well, the actual work turning more into a group art project and he enjoyed every moment of it.

Paul loves the Sunday picnics at the beach, the Tuesday dinners he makes for her after which they binge the latest series Y/N heard is worthwhile, driving her to work while singing at the top of their lungs, slow dancing on the porch, kissing in the shower, making her scream his name long into the night, waking up to the smell of Y/N making pancakes almost as much as her smile whenever he’d wrap his arms around her waist in their kitchen.

Their.

That felt so good – sharing his life with someone who loves him so deeply and he can’t believe that all those years filled with uncertainty, suffering and hopelessness have come down to this. Once a lost boy had grown into a man with so much love in his heart that’s pouring out of every pore and for once he’s calm, inside and out.

Almost a year after imprinting, Paul hadn’t shifted in a long while. Most wolves don’t shift after having met their imprints unless there’s danger on horizon. The younger ones have taken over patrols again, allowing the older members of the pack to lay their responsibilities to rest for now. It’ll take a few more years before he’s able to see the difference, before he can start aging properly, but it will happen and he’s no longer appalled by the sentiment of growing old. Falling in love with Y/N and their life made that happen – he’s craving it.

And yet he can still feel something’s not right. She’s happy, he’s certain of it, but something broke in her the day he returned from his fishing trip.

Jacob left the same day and it’s impossible to ignore the sadness lingering in her eyes since then.

Y/N felt her heart chip like porcelain as Jacob walked out of her life for the second time now. When she learned of the pack and their secrets, part of her thought it meant she can have her best friends back and nothing needed to change. They’d find a way to pick up the pieces and carry on, create new memories and forge a new kind of friendship – the one that lasts through the best and worst of times.

“So you just…abandon everything to go back to wherever the hell she is?” Y/N snaps at Jacob.

“My imprint needs me”, Jacob sighs. “We may not be a romantic match like you and Paul, but when she needs me I can’t ignore her call.”

Snorting in disgust, Y/N shakes her head. “It’s slavery.”

“It’s imprinting”, Jacob reminds her.

Swallowing thickly, she nods. “When will you come back?”

“I don’t know.”

“I need better than that”, she grumbles. “I don’t care who she is, you’re MY best friend.” Taking his hands in hers, Y/N’s bottom lip quivers. When she speaks, her voice is quiet, shaky. “I just got you back.”

“You don’t want to hear this, but it’s the best thing for us.”

“How can you say that?” She narrows her eyes at him. “Whatever issues we have, we can solve them together but if you go now…it’s high school all over again.”

“You’ll be okay”, Jacob tell her.

“No, I won’t”, she chokes back a sob. “You’re the only one who knows me.”

“Paul is your imprint”, Jacob grimaces, “and while I’m not particularly delighted by it, he loves you.” Letting out a weak sigh, Jacob trains his eyes on their intertwined hands. “He’s loved you quite a long time and it’s time for you to let him in.”

Shaking her head, she sniffles. “It’s not the same. You’ve been with me since as long as I can remember.”

“So was Paul”, Jacob reminds her. “You just didn’t pay him any attention.”

Closing her eyes, she lets a tear crumble her poise. “If I loved you the way you want me to, would you have stayed?”

Blinking fast, Jacob smiles meekly. “I don’t think that would have helped. I’d be itching to come back sooner, that’s for sure.”

“Would she even let you come back?”

“Maybe.”

“I hate that you’re shackled to a preteen and her whims.”

Forcing a smile, Jacob shrugs. “It’ll do us good to be apart a bit…let the emotions settle.” Licking his lips, he locks his gaze onto her. “I’ll do a better job at burying these feelings for both our sakes.”

“You’ll call, won’t you?”

“And text you every day.”

Nodding, she lets out a shuddered breath pass her shaky lips. “You better.”

“I promise.” He pulls his hands back to his lap, and Y/N’s eyebrows furrow. She isn’t ready to let him go just yet.

“Don’t make promises you might be unable to keep.” Y/N warns and he leans in, cupping her face with his now free hands. “You made me promises before and I ended up alone for a decade.”

“Things are different now”, his nose brushes hers and he pulls back. “I’ll come back.”

“If you don’t, I’ll be raising an army to destroy your little clan” she remarks.

“Except you can’t hurt her without killing me”, Jacob quips.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N grimaces. “I don’t like these wolf rules.”

“Neither do I”, Jacob musses, leaning his forehead on hers.

Both of them know how intimate this moment is, how wrongly it can be interpreted. If anyone walked in on them now, there would be hell to pay. How can you explain a love like this? Even underneath the feelings Jacob unearthed, his love for Y/N is indescribable. It’s as if she’s the soil from which he grows, as if he’s the sky in which she shines – they’ve always been inseparable – platonic soulmates she called it before and he agrees. Even without an imprint bond, they’re soulmates.

Another year passed by, Y/N’s heart a little lighter now. While work has been stressful, she always looked forward to seeing Paul leaned on his truck in the parking lot. He’d smile and kiss her hungrily before asking about her day. Sometimes he’d have a rose hidden behind his back, other times take out if his day was exhausting as hers, making sure neither would have to cook that night.

Looking over at him, she could notice a few light wrinkles when he’d crinkle his eyes. Running the back of her index finger across his cheek, she’d elicit a worried look from her beloved. Somehow, the imprint bond seemed stronger despite him not shifting in nearly two years now.

“What’s wrong, my beautiful dove?”

Inhaling sharply, she shrugs it off. “Nothing, just in awe of you.”

“I know I’m gorgeous, but I felt that”, Paul glances at her. “I felt the way your heart ached for a moment there.”

“It’s kind of annoying how easily you can dissect what I’m feeling.”

“Imprint perk”, he winks.

Huffing, she furrows her eyebrows. “I’m not sure it is.”

“What do you mean”, he lowers the volume on the radio.

“Don’t you ever get bored of feeling my feelings? Does it never affect you negatively?”

“Well, I could do without the PMS”, Paul snickers and she scowls at him.

“Be serious!”

“I am”, he insists. “I’m not burdened by it. It helps me make sure you’re alright. Sometimes I react, other times I let you come to me. It’s not science, but I’m trying to be respectful just like I know you’re being respectful by letting me make my own choices.”

“Are you thanking me for not enslaving you like Renesmee has done so with Jacob?”

“Is that why you’re mad?” Paul frowns. “When’s the last time you heard from him?”

“A few months now”, she admits. “He promised he’d be around and now all I get are a few texts from time to time.”

“Want me to call him?”

Chuckling, she shakes her head. “I don’t need you to rough him up. I just wish I knew what was going on. Last I heard the Volturi were messing with them again.”

Paul falls silent. His hands grip the steering wheel tighter, his jaw clenching.

“Do you know something I don’t?” Y/N turns in her seat, her eyes focusing on her imprint. He’s anxious and he’s almost shaking and it’s the first time in a long time she’s seen him struggling to keep shifting at bay.

“Paul?” She calls his name, her hand resting over his white knuckled one. “Breathe”, she says sternly, rubbing his knuckles gently. “BREATHE”, she repeats louder and Paul blinks, finally breaking out of his trance.

Huffing, he shakes his head as if to clear the fog before sniffling, glancing at her hand recoiling from his once she realizes he’s not going to shift.

Y/N didn’t talk for the rest of the drive and neither did Paul.

Once inside the house, she turns to him with uncertainty. Placing a hand over her chest, she lets out a heavy sigh. Staring at his back, she speaks.

“Do you feel that?”

Without skipping a beat, Paul nods. “I’m sorry.”

“You scared the crap out of me”, she states.

“I know.”

“We could have crashed”, she reminds him.

“I know.”

“What if you shifted in the car?”

“I know.”

“If you know, tell me what the fuck was that?” She steps in front of him. “Why did me mentioning Volturi make you freeze up?”

Licking his lips, Paul rubs his forehead. “I don’t think you’d want to know.”

“I sure as hell do!”

“What did Jacob tell you about them?” Paul raises his eyebrows.

Swallowing thickly, she leans on the counter. “That they’re vampire royalty and they hate the Cullens and especially his imprint. That they tried to wage war against them but failed.”

“Did he also mention the pack was standing with the Cullens because of his imprint?”

Nodding faintly, she waited for Paul to continue.

“One of their so called family members has the power to see the future.”

“Alice.”

Paul nods. “She saw me die in that clearing that day.”

Y/N felt her heart stop with his words.

“Leah, Seth too. I’m pretty sure most of us would be dead now.”

“And hearing the Volturi are back in the game reminded you of that” Y/N realizes. “What happens if they come back here?”

“Depends”, Paul pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m sure they’d like the pack gone, but their main concern are the Cullens.”

“So as long as they’re gone, you are safe?” She raises her eyebrows in concern, looking at him with a childlike fear in her eyes, simmering with anger over all the traumatic events her Paul had to go through.

Walking toward her, his hands rest on her hips before he pulls her closer to his chest. “We”, he corrects her. “We are safe. Maybe that’s why Jacob cooled on communications.”

Wrapping her arms around Paul, Y/N couldn’t find comfort in any of it. Somewhere out there is a royal family of immortal beings that crave revenge and they would see her entire world burn for amusement.

How can she ever forget that and live a normal life?

What has Jacob gotten himself into?

For the next year, Y/N worried. It’s become the only constant in her life. Paul couldn’t help but worry too – not just about the Volturi, but about Y/N. He noticed her researching the cold ones as well as many myths and legends surrounding creatures even he didn’t believe were real. 

He watched her smile but it didn’t always reach her eyes.

Jacob called her for her birthday, it was brief and even then she didn’t seem to pay mind to it. Something else stirred in her heart and their conversation opened a door that let raging fire inside of her. Paul’s not exactly sure what her goal is – does the research help or make it worse, but he started researching with her. Instead of Tuesday binge watching shows, they read books on the supernatural creatures.

Paul made sure she didn’t completely close up. He had the other imprints take her out, even going as far as asking Embry to breathe some life into her.

“Did you die?”

“What?” Embry’s eyes widen at her question, nearly choking on his milkshake.

“In Alice’s vision”, she clarifies.

“I didn’t ask. It’s not something I wanted to know.”

“Why not?”

“Because that future where everyone went to battle wasn’t real and it wouldn’t come true.” Embry frowns. “Why are you obsessing over this?”

“Is that what Paul called it?”

“No”, Embry tries but her unyielding stare saw right through him. He could never lie to her. “Maybe.”

“I’m not obsessing. I’m arming myself with information.”

“What can you do with said information?” Embry raises his brows. “You’re human and I know you hate hearing that, but if shit goes down, you’ll be far from here. Paul would make sure of it and I would too.”

Shaking her head, she bites her lower lip. “You guys have no concerns then? It doesn’t keep you awake wondering if those things will come back to eradicate your kind?”

“Sometimes”, Embry shrugs before reaching across the table for her hand. “But I can’t dwell on what ifs and forget to live my life. I hope you remember that too. We are not at war, there is no imminent danger looming over our heads, but you do have a loving boyfriend who is terrified about your sudden shift in behavior.”

Inhaling sharply, she turns to the window. “I’m scared something will happen and I’ll be a useless lawn ornament.”

“Best thing you could ever do when these things happen is stay safe. There’s nothing worse for a wolf to lose an imprint and Paul would rather die than risk your life.”

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.”

It felt easier to breathe after her conversation with Embry. What helped was also him asking her for ideas on proposing to Daisy. In a few days, she was sipping champagne with the rest of the pack, watching her high school crush propose to his soulmate and she couldn’t help but lean into Paul more. Her arm wrapped around his waist, pulled up to his side the entire night.

Swaying lightly to music, her eyes sparkled when she’d look up at him, her smile growing wider whenever she’d see him looking back.

“I love the white shirt”, she steps in front of him, hands on his shoulders. “You look very handsome in it.”

“I always look handsome”, Paul grins, “but I’ll accept it makes me handsomer.”

Chuckling, she wonders if that’s even a word while standing on her tiptoes to peck his jaw. “You smell nice too.”

“It’s the perfume you got me.”

“Awe”, she wraps her arms around his neck, barely keeping her toes on the ground, “You wore it for meee!”

“And you’re a bit drunk”, he smirks. “I kinda like it.”

“Cause I’m ditsy when drunk?”

“I was going to say carefree”, Paul states, an air of sadness behind his words. It’s been a while since he saw her so happy, so light and free…just flirting and enjoying the night.

Resting her head on his chest, she begins to sway to the music and he follows. “I’m sorry I worry you.”

“I like worrying about you”, Paul kisses the top of her head. “But I love when you’re happy more.”

“I don’t want you to die”, she looks up at him, eyes brimming with tears.

“And I won’t”, he places a hand on her cheek. “We’re not in danger. I haven’t even shifted in the past...two and a half years.”

“I’ve noticed”, she smiles weakly, running her fingertips under his left eye. “It means you’re catching up to me.”

“A little ahead of you. I’ve got a few years of wisdom over you, don’t you remember?”

Snorting, she nods. “I’m dating an older man.”

“You’re living with an older man”, he reminds her.

“And one day we’ll get married and have a few kids”, she begins.

“When the kids go off to college, we will travel more and when we turn grey and see the world, we will spend time reading on the porch while sipping on your damned teas”, Paul continued.

“Oh you love my tea”, she beams.

“I really fucking do”, Paul captures her lips effortlessly, pulling her closer until there’s nothing between them – not even air.

Her fingers tangle in his shoulder length hair and he can’t help the light moan passing his lips, breaking the kiss. Smug, her lips spread in a grin, watching him bite his lower lip.

“You unravel me way too easily”, Paul admits defeat.

“I just know what you love.”

“You’re at the top of that list.”

“Mhmm”, her eyes light up as her lips near his. “And you’re at the top of mine.”

And they lived in bliss. For a while. At the four year mark, Paul got down on one knee during a Sunday picnic. The weather seemed to despise his idea of a romantic afternoon for the skies seemed to rapture above them when Y/N agreed to marry him without a shred of doubt in her mind or heart.

Perhaps the weather should have been a warning of things to come. After all, nature knows things we do not and on that day, it was screaming at Paul and Y/N.

Unfortunately, those screams fell on deaf ears of a pair in love who were blind to the rest of the world and the dangers that indeed lurked in the depths of the forests surrounding their reserve.

The same night, while Y/N slept soundly in their bed, Paul had awakened in cold sweat. His eyes wide, mouth open, Paul struggled to breathe, grabbing at his throat desperately, still feeling the pain of what this night brought - a rather familiar nightmare.

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PART 22

[athenodora-sulpicia-writer]

The Clairvoyant's White Witch- Part 2

A/N: This is part two to my Vanessa Ives story, I hope you all like it as much as the first part, it’s a bit slow but definitely sweet.

Warning(s): None

I saw the fear wash over Vanessa, the way she stiffened at my words and suddenly, regardless of how close we sat, I know felt a thousand miles away from her.

It was the words 'Witch' that had caused such fear, I wasn't idle minded, I knew what that word meant when the recipient understood the context behind it and clearly Miss Ive's did.

"Why now? You haven't plagued for all these weeks," She began to ask me, her voice hard a steel and I could tell when she said the word 'you' she didn't mean just me, she meant more than one person. "Was it to taunt me further? Distract me with Mina so that I'd forget you were there?"

Now she was standing and backing away from me, placing herself at the far end of the fire place, creating a distance to make herself feel safer.

"Miss Ives I assure you, that whatever creatures have plagued in the past, that I am not one of them. I am a White Witch not a nightwalker, I have no scars to show, I was born the way I am with the duty to help other and that's what I intend to do for you."

My tone was firm and assuring, I knew she'd only reason with me if I came a cross as such and though I remained in my previous position sat on the couch, It seemed that I may have been successful in making ravenette believe me, if only to a certain extent.

"How do I know this to be true, what proof do you have to show me for me to believe such a thing." Miss Ives had stepped out from behind the far end of the fireplace and in doing so had taken a step towards, though I began to wonder what proof I had that I could show her.

There wasn't much I could show her, not now, not at this hour. It was the nighttime and that was when Night Walkers thrived, I was more akin to a Day Walker and so my strength lay in the light of day, not in the darkness of night.

I sat there wondering what I could do, what I could possibly show her to prove that I had no ill intent but I need to think of something quickly, I could see how her patience was beginning to grow thin. The first thing that came to mind, was the birthmark I had on my right shoulder blade, a pair of angel wings, but that would take to long to show and even then I don't think Miss Ives would believe me.

What to do? I thought to myself until an idea finally came to me, there was one thing I could do at night, though began to worry that it wouldn't be enough to convince her but right now it would have to make do.

"Do have anything made of glass that's see through but not easily broken?" I then asked Miss Ives, using a careful tone so as not to push her to far.

Within a moment of contemplation she then cautiously began to walk away from the fireplace entirely and our of my line of site. I know though that she hadn't left the room as there was no sound of a door being opened and closed, which meant she hopefully grabbing what I request from behind.

Regardless of knowing that Miss Ives was still in the room I made no effort to move and turn around to find her exact location. I knew I didn't need to and for some peculiar reason I felt that I could trust her, more than I possibly should.

"Here!" She announced coming back over with an object in hand, before thrusting it out in front of me. I looked over the item before taking it making sure that it was what I needed and thankfully it was.

The ravenette had handed what exactly what I had described, it was a lantern with glass panels, a brass gold top and bottom, with little stars cut out from the top it. Yes, this would do perfectly.

"Just a word of caution Miss Ives, don't be frightened by what you see," I knew that I needn't say such a thing the intellectual woman but it was as if the sentence had been programmed into me and made it compulsory to say.

"Very little frightens me these days, Miss Damar," She spoke my name with a hint of venom as she folded her arms in front of chest waiting. I only hoped that once she saw that I was telling the truth, that the malice she had for me would become non-existent.

Then, as I knew that sentence would be my confirmation to begin, I opened the tiny glass door on the lantern and then held out my hand towards the fire. Before I did anything though I placed, the lantern down on a table that sat by me and then looking over to Miss Ives I smiled at her before I began.

With the hand that was outstretched towards the fire, I began to slowly curl my fingers back, urging an ember from the flame to come and play. It a moment but very quickly a small ember of fire no bigger than a gold ball, came floating out from the fire and towards my hand.

Once the ember of orange flame had come to rest on the palm of my hand, I looked up to where Miss Ives stood, her face showing little emotion though I could see the slight surprise in her eyes.

My gaze remained focus on Miss Ives as her's was on me and with the ember in my hand I placed it inside the little lantern with the stars and closed its small door.

"Miss Ives, will you come sit down please?" i asked her kindly, patting the spot next to me on the couch, my smile never faltering. She then looked at me as if to say that she didn't want to and that even still she didn't trust me. Though it seemed something in her had finally relented as she did eventually take up the offered seat.

"How is this supposed to prove anything?" She asked me skeptically, still keeping at least some distance between us on the couch.

"You know it does Miss Ives" I began to say, "Don't try and so say it doesn't, you know fully well that if I were a Night Walker Witch, that with that little ember this entire building would set a flame and you'd already be lost."

She knew that what i said was the truth and soon after she was able to ease the battle inside for her, I saw how her body relaxed and I then decided and I could have fun with her.

"Now come closer, this next bit is when the magic truly starts," I spoke to her excitedly, gesturing for her to come and sit closer to me so I could show her something truly magical.

Eagerness and excitement must have convinced her that it was alright as she was now sitting beside me, waiting for me to show her what I had promised.

with Miss Ives beside me, I gave her a final smile before swiftly twisting my wrist and hand, extinguishing the fireplace completely and now the only light in the room, was the little lantern and its ember.

Though how Vanessa flinched in her seat once the fire went out, didn't go unnoticed by me and to reassure her that she was safe, I shuffled closer to her side, our bodies now touching and with my right hand I began to brighten the ember.

I watched how transfixed Miss Ives was on the source of the light, that I couldn't have her missing out on the best part. "Miss Ives," I said quietly gently tapping her on the shoulder and then she turned to face me.

"Look up," And I pointed to the ceiling and she soon followed my gaze upwards.

I heard the audible gasp, at what she saw, first and then she said "It's beautiful," And I couldn't help but smile longingly and wantingly at her as she admired my handy work.

As what shone upon the ceiling weren't only the simply cut out of stars, but the entire universe cast out in an orange glow for all to see and Miss Ives had called it beautiful and yet the only beautiful thing I saw was her.

[homoerotic-shonen-rival-showdown]

hi I wanna talk about my blorbos. for poll reasons only of course

bonus bracket official first round comes out tomorrow and as I selected the flowers polycule (yohanallumi? do they even have a ship name? am I paving the way here?) as my Shaman King Blorbo Of Choice they are the ones who get today's infodump

these three are from the mainline sequel series, shaman king flowers, and because takei copied his own homework with flowers they're basically supposed to be analogs to these three

yohane (top left) is the emo twink rival with a cool older sister and daddy issues, allumi (top right) is the snappy badass arranged fiancée, and hana (bottom centre) is the protagonist. he has none of his father's chill and is a little bastard so I can't say he's anything like yoh

these parallels are so funny to me because flowers began serialization in 2012. over ten years after the original manga started. takei knew he had to know what he'd created with yoh and ren and he somehow? doubled down? like this is a completely real, unedited (except for any errors in fan translation) page from flowers

yohane is literally just a bl protagonist stuck in a shonen battle world and I Do Not Know why takei wrote him like that. and then allumi is just anna but more reality tv and I love her so much she's so deviantartcoded. asakura hana and the bad bitches he pulled by being the Worst.

I've literally heard allumi described as "someone's fan oc who wound up in canon" and they meant it as a negative thing. wrong she is wonderful

I just love these three so much they're my kids. flowers should have just been them hanging out at the mall for 38 chapters like fuck the plot.

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#5

A Deal With the Devil

TW: Violence, language, smut, drug use, blood due to virginity loss. PURE FILTH ;) 

SUMMARY: Every Kook party was the same. Trust fund kids taking out their ‘frustrations’ via drugs too strong and alcohol too sweet, all while comparing their latest purchases, golf scores, and recent fucks. But this had been the first time you arrived with a purpose...And that ‘purpose’ stood a few feet over six inches with his expected polo and daddy’s money rolled into a tube to use as a vestibule for consumption. 

Rafe Cameron...

WORD COUNT: 4,000

The Deal With the Devil

“Two fifty a line...” He spoke to you, not even bothering to look up at you for even a second as he fingered the string of cash given to him as payment. Meanwhile, your eyes came to the collection of white powder that seemed so innocuous in comparison to the warnings around it-much like its host. You knew its effect, you knew it was reckless, irresponsible, and plain stupid. But you came here tonight to indulge. 

Bowing forward, rolled Grant between your petite yet perfectly polished pinch, you followed suit to the same kooks who were always present at these parties. Inhaling the bitter burn of the stimulant, a rush of adrenaline from the regret of what was to come left you temporarily breathless as you corrected yourself. Yet any side effect expected of what you had consumed paled in comparison to the blue eyes having now fixated on you. 

“Well THAT was about three...” He explained, holding out his palm. The display of his long fingers forced your neglected satisfaction to conjure the most illicit of visions by his hand alone. 

“I...I only have a fifty...” You confessed sheepishly, removing the bill from your pocket as everyone around the table suddenly drew quiet. It was almost as if you had insulted him, which you would have believed, if not for the way a smile crept over his full lips. Yet his lack of response left you desperate for an apology he didn’t exactly deserve. 

“Maybe we can do an I-owe-you?” You offered, your tone peaking in hope as he scoffed before lifting his right arm. Set along his forearm, offering an unintentional flex that was purely natural from his toned physique, showcased a burn mark extending on his otherwise sun-kissed skin. 

“Nah...I don’t DO favors anymore...” He began to shake his head, leaving you fearful of what it meant to be on the receiving end of his disapproval. But the way your confidence became grated into silent fear; the furrow of your brows draining your features into worry as your bottom lip became captive between your teeth, his focus would lift to you. You were unaware that the way you appeared, needy and desperate, had been enough to quell something eager within him. 

“Maybe there IS another way you could offer payment...” He intrigued you as your eyes illuminated with wonder before feeling his eyes suddenly lower the extent of your curves. It had been the first time tonight that his attention came to the efforts put into your appearance. But you didn’t know if you should revel in this newfound focus from the kook prince himself or be terrified in it. 

“I don’t have...” You moved to object, unaware of what he was in reference to exactly, before he was suddenly close enough to you to ensure nobody else could hear the words he spoke dominantly to you. 

“You have a choice here, sweetheart. Either you get me the rest of my money by the end of the night...Or you give the rest of your night to me.” You knew it was immoral, cheap even. And yet, a part of you didn’t care. You adored the way his eyes seemed to devour you, lips parting in anticipation that curved into a smirk when he realized he held your attention. It was only then that you managed to regain some sense of confidence as you leaned slightly into him. 

“You want to...collect your payment out here?” He was amused by your bold reaction as he motioned to Topper, a blonde pretty boy half high and a quarter drunk. 

“Sort the rest of this out, yeah?” Before you could object, your wrist was pulled to follow his quick steps, each time your soles collided with the smooth wood supporting you, your nerves inflated with uncertainty. You knew the rumors of the eldest Cameron were intense, a reputation of a good but swift fuck that left those he took to his bed with souvenirs of his dominance and possessiveness. But you couldn’t lie to yourself how it excited you to be on the receiving end of this. 

“What are you doing?” He questioned as he closed the door to the bedroom, turning to find you playing with the zipper of your dress. 

“You want me to keep it on?” You questioned, confused and slightly curious about such a question. Most guys would already be halfway to their release to see any girl willing to get naked. But not Rafe. Not with you. You immediately worried he wasn’t attracted to you before finding those usually light irises darkening to you and leaving your insecurities silenced. 

“I want to savor this debt. Two fifty is more than just a quick fuck.” You fought the smirk from spreading your content lips into development as he began to run his forefinger across his bottom lip while cementing his feet in front of you. 

“But I want to know...How many other people have you been with?” Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Once again, you knew most guys wouldn’t care as long as they got the same release that you would have given others. Because of this and the slight irritation of your arousal fading from the interrogation and hesitancy, your response came out almost in a scoff. 

“You want to talk?” He answered in objection, stepping forward to you as if willing to swipe across your cheek for speaking against him. Yet he didn’t do anything but use those intimidating eyes to silence you and make you regret questioning him. 

“I want to know if I’m dealing with a slut or a goodie-two-shoes-” Your eyes narrowed to his choice of words. 

“I’m not a slut.” The usual insult would have enraged you if it had come from the lips of anyone else. But there was something about the way he spoke it that exhilarated you. And yet, you didn’t want him to know that. At least not yet.

“I know I’M clean...I just want to know-”

“Two.” You lied, wanting to stop the conversation and get to the distraction of his touch as this was becoming too intense to stomach. His close proximity and abundance of his cologne leaving you dizzy, you wanted his touch. You needed it. It’s why you were here...

“Well baby girl...” His fingers began to pull the edges of his shirt upwards until revealing his torso to your gluttonous view. You were shameless in appreciating the way his body was well sculpted in details that made him defined but not too bulked-perfect and even better than you had imagined. 

“Those two other dicks will pale in comparison to what I’m going to do to you...” You repressed the moan from leaving your lips as he returned closer to you, well aware of how just him moving in your direction had you dripping for him. 

“But...I’m going to take my sweet time...making you work for every cent...Can’t forget about interest...” He teased, that arrogant smirk occupying his clean shaven bone structure, as he moved to a chair set across the space that was suddenly too small. 

“Knees.” The simple direction spoke with the tone somehow both sweet and sultry, had you moving to obey. Dropping to the level of his waist, you were drowning in your own arousal to the way he looked at you with such darkness behind such pretty features. The mischievous smile spread across his face only fueled your ambition as you pulled apart his ensemble while he prepared your hair into a makeshift ponytail. In a way that was almost painful, his grip tightened, teetering that line between dominant and dangerous. 

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633 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

#4

A Hole in One

A Hole in One

TW: Smut, as always. Slight potential exhibitionism. Daddy kink. Derogatory language. Rough sex.

Summary: Bored as you are dragged to one of Rafe's golf days, you decide to make things a bit more interesting...

Kook girlfriend x kook prince

"Baby, why are you pouting?" Rafe sighed, half amused as he usually preferred your lips puckered for him. But in this instance, with your arms crossed over your full breasts concealed beneath your tight crop, his interest came in the way your body tightened. He always made it obvious how he craved to devour you, even more so when you had an attitude against him. This was because he knew how easily your mood would change just by his touch alone and he basked in the power behind it.

"We were supposed to go shopping..." You detested everything about the consolation activity. It was too quiet, too hot, and you were always berated for asking questions whenever you did try to act as if you cared to please your boyfriend.

"Just one hour...and then after that, I'll buy you something real pretty..." He leaned across the console of the car separating you. When you first started dating, these small moments would force you to aquiesce as you didn't want to upset him. But now, you learned that rivaling him only enticed him more. So by the response of only your eyes pulling backwards into a roll, you pushed the door open and made your way onto the exterior of the golf course.

Sitting in the golf cart for the majority of the first half, fanning yourself, you realized how futile this was. Of course they would pick the hottest day of the summer to hit balls into holes-you just couldn't understsnd it. There were a million other things you'd rather do. A root canal. The DMV. But the most enticing thing had been Rafe, who was mouthwatering in his backwards cap, tight shorts, and gray top buttoned at the top with the exception of those exposing hints of his toned chest to you. But you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of you eye fucking him across the green.

Carrying your soles to the small cart used for servicing members of the club, you ordered a water and an ice cream cone before returing to your seat. Peeling the package and licking your lips in anticipation to the vanilla sweet, you nearly seduced the cone, even relasing an unintentional moan, until your eyes found all three boys now looking up at you. But where Topper and Kelce were somewhere between aroused and humored, Rafe was pissed.

Rafe was the type of boyfriend who wanted to parade you around at every party, his hands never leaving your body for too long. But when it came to moans he believed only he deserved to know the sound of or even the sight of your skin he knew had been touched solely by him, he wanted all of that for himself. Which was why when you pulled your thumb to your bottom lip to withdraw the rebellious ice cream from staining your chin in its sticky makeup, an epiphany entertained your boredom.

You offered a smile so the boys would return to their game, allowing a moment to pass, before optioning for a way to gain your boyfriend's attention. Usually, you never had to fight for it, but when it came to golf, Rate was precise. You usually didn't mind because you got to treasure him prior to his games, the cute ensembles crumpled between your fingers as he gave insights to how your patience would be rewarded just before he left you to fantasize of the ways you would return your fervor for his return. But now, having been lured here under false pretenses, well over the hour agreed upon, you wanted to ensure he knew his mistake. After all, how did he expect you to entertain yourself with nothing more than a golfcart and the heat?

Pulling your crop top down just enough, you used the condensation of the water bottle to cool your temperate skin. Feigning closing your eyes, you allowed your head to rest in the expected padding of the chair behind you before notcing the three pairs of eyes on you again.

"Top!" Rafe ordered through clenched teeth as you ked the water between your thighs. From the outside glance, it seemed as though you were simply cooling yourself off. But to Rafe, he knew you too well to know this was anything but an instigation.

With the shock of ice cold water to your skin, the sudden heat of his grip sent you stumbling off of the cart and onto his feet by the main dependency of his hold.

"Are you not going to be happy until I fuck you in front of them?" His jaw tense but his eyes desperate for your rebellion, you only chuckled.

"You wouldn't dare leave a game-".

"Fuck the game-" He retorted, moving closer to you as you took this as a chance to fondle the buttons keeping his loose shirt away from the muscles contracting beneath. You had left claw marks every interaction upon the skin concealed beneath this chosen button up, and yet craved it each time as if it had been the first sight.

"Wouldn't you rather fuck me?" You questioned, eyeing him beneath your long lashes, batting them just as you would if in preparation of a blow job, the way you knew he loved to be adorned.

"Will that make you behave?" He asked through a continued clench of his teeth, although reveling in the games you two played.

"Probaably not...But you could try..." His eyes sharpened into an amused narrow as he cocked his jaw.

"So I make you cum and you you'll let me make par?" The illumination behind your eyes electrified his own steely gaze as you felt his forefinger bend beneath your chin to draw your attention exclusively to him.

Another idea suddenly crossed your mind, this one far more alluring then making yourself cold against the art of seduction.

"You think too highly of your skills..." You slipped from before him, traveling the remaining meters to his friends while hearing him mutter 'brat' in the final moments you remained in earshot.

"Can I try?" You asked, hands pulled in unison behind your back and chest pushed forward to achieve their undivided attention as Rafe remained at the golf cart, hat removed in his hands and folding its bill as if purposely trying to reshape it.

"Just one swing?" You pleaded, your tone rising in the particular way he knew well just at the cusp of your orgasm. The way your usual boisterous confidence fell to dependency in that whimper of a release, one you knew effected him well, was now spoken to someone who was not him.

"Here..." Topper offered, any excuse to make the moment end as quickly as possible having pushed him to volunteer.

The cold metal of the club was heavy between your fingers as you purposely fumbled your stance as you knew the only thing to drive Rafe into annoyance beyond repair would be the delay of how you acted brainless. This usually got you a reward when you were behind closed doors as if the only brain cells you had existed to pleasure him. But this was something you knew you would pay for later. The skin of your nearly exposed ass twitching in a premature ache of what was to come.

"You want to follow through on your swing. Carry your hips towards the hole-the flag-" He quickly fumbled as you giggled, Rafe now standing beside Kelce, who was enjoying the rivalry to who usually remained from getting such a rise out if Rafe. You knew him well to know if you were anyone else, you'd be abandoned or ridiculed. But this was how you operated. Games and tension all for reward and benefit coming imminently. You acted the brat and he corrected you in the only way he knew how-cuming.

"Can you show me?" You batted your lashes to Topper, who quickly looked to Rafe for permission. When only finding a hard line and white knuckles wrapped around his club, he nervously agreed as lining you up to swing.

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732 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

#3

Best Friend's Girl

Best Friend's Girl

TW: Smut, cheating, language. Fluffy also intense first time sex with vulgarity of quelling and praise kink ;)

Word Count: 2100

You had been dating Topper this last summer. In contrast to your past, he was everything a good girl like you deserved. He pulled open car doors and convinced your parents he adored you, which he did, all while making you question if they preferred him over you. He even brought you a flower every week to commemorate those you were together as boyfriend and girlfriend. 

But being entangled in the handsome Thornton also meant you were subjected to those within his life. Among them was his mother, who was perpetually over eager to correct you. And then there were his friends. Kelce was easygoing, if not a bit of a negligent guy who followed more behind his friends than leading any life of his own. But then there was Rafe…

The eldest Cameron sibling was six foot two, blue eyed, and got under your skin like nobody else could or ever would again. This was because he tormented you with silence.

It began the night you met with scoffs and comments to others in regards to how you were too 'pure' and ‘boring’ for Topper. But just as you knew Rafe's reputation for being gluttonous in everything from drugs to girls, he knew yours for your chastity, grace, and polite quietude unless spoken to or otherwise provoked.

Which he did.

Constantly.

But the moments became more direct towards the end of the summer. This came in the form of his eyes following you shamelessly around as you dressed scantily in a bikini, hung over your boyfriend with the intent to annoy him, to even something as innocuous as reaching popcorn on the top shelf, only to turn and see his eyes raise, which exposed him for having been shamelessly staring at your ass. And the most aggravating detail was brazen in his smirk in knowing he had been caught.

"I've been thinking-"

You quickly gasped, raising your hand to your chest as if simulating a heart attack.

"Must be a strange feeling for you..." You teased, carrying your bare feet across the cold tile before coming to the cabinet harboring the bowls. Pulling one down, you felt a collision in the form of his frame.

"Rafe-" You spoke in frustration before watching him pin one arm on either side of you until you were at his will.

"You think you're cute, don't you? Think you can say whatever you want and get away with it?" He slowly shook his head in disapproval.

"Top needs to keep you in check. MY girl wouldn't get away with the shit you do-"

You scoffed at his misogynistic and anti-feministic response as he continued.

"If you walked around in front of MY friends with your poor excuse of a swimsuit, I'd rip it off of you with my teeth, bend you over the closest surface, and make you cum  over it so you thought of what I'd do the next time you tried to dress like that-" Your lips parted to object, but his words emerged swifter than anything you could accumulate.

"Or...I'd leave handprints on your ass so everyone knew you could be looked at..." His hand collected your chin, surprising you with his kindness, as he leaned closer.

"But only I could touch you-" You became lost in his eyes for a moment, your body betraying you against the way their cool blue irises left a false sense of security compared to his words. You knew if you allowed his words to be made a reality, even for a minute, that you would loathe yourself beyond what you could handle. 

But that was the final reason you hated Rafe....because of just how badly you actually desired him.

"Trouble finding it babe?" Topper called from the living room as this prompted enough of a reality check to push Rafe off of you. But you fumbled to pour the contents of the pre popped kennels into the bowl, clearly affected by his words, as he chuckled at you.

"No-I-I've got it-" You offered an answer back, pushing beyond your flustered body while feeling him watch you in amusement.

"Shit...He REALLY needs to do right by you-" Your eyes rose to him in a glare.

"He is!" You spoke in annoyance, mostly originating from his effect on you.

"No, sweetheart...because if he was REALLY taking care of you..." He moved back towards you, eyes sharpening, smirk widening, and breath temporarily stilled before speaking. "Then you wouldn't be so damn tense. He'd have you so damn satisfied, you'd feel high..."

"I'm-" Before you could iterate how Topper was everything Rafe wasn't, the reasons waiting on a list at the tip of your tongue, his hand was on your hip.

"Please." Your plea was weak, defining the detail behind it to act as consent as you did precious little to convince him otherwise.

"One finger-" The rush of his bare finger to your equally naked pussy sent your expression to lift in disbelief. Not only had Topper never touched you, nobody had-at least not like Rafe was now.

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803 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#2

The Dare

TW: Masturbation, smut, language, angst.

SUMMARY: A dare during a sleepover leads you to learn just how badly Rafe wants you…

WORD COUNT:

The Dare

“You can’t be serious…” The words left your lips behind a heavy scoff that led Sarah and Kiara’s eyes to connect in silent confirmation before looking back to you with shared agreement. 

“It’s only fair with the picture you made me send to Topper-” Sarah explained. 

“AND the text you had me send to John B-” Kiara added, “I’m just glad he didn’t answer…” She muttered, half relieved and half disappointed. 

“This is different! You’re dating Top! And Kie and John B just have to get a bit of a push-Technically I did you favors-” You tried to convince your supposed friends to alter their minds, but found the expressions of pride and amusement spread across their faces to inform you that this would be futile. 

“Consider this karma…” Kie lifted her drink as if to cheers to her own words before finishing the contents of her makeshift cocktail, courtesy of stolen liquor from Tannyhill’s kitchen under the allowance of a lack of parental supervision. 

“Besides…I remember a time when you LIKED Rafe-” Kie’s eyes flashed in surprise as this was a detail she couldn’t have possibly have known as her and Sarah had only been friends for a few months but appeared as close as sisters, a friendship recently sweetened by the reconnection you made with the middle Cameron after drifting apart following Junior year. 

“I did not!” You lied, your cheeks betraying your attempts to convince them otherwise. In truth, Rafe Cameron always had your thighs pressing together with the way his voice said your name and his full lips pulled to a grin when he noticed your eyes making note of him. 

“It’s only fair…” Kie teased as you now shot up to your feet in objection. 

“I don’t want to play anymore-”

“Oh come on…” Sarah whined, “You don’t get to get out of it so easily…Not after we followed through on OUR dares…”

“Then I change mine to truth-” You spoke quickly, not caring to hide the pout from your lips. 

“Didn’t realize we were playing with Wheezie-” Sarah taunted in reference to a version of ‘truth or dare’ with her sister where the latter was excluded. 

“If you don’t do this, I am ABSOLUTELY telling Rafe that you used to have a thing for him.” Kie interjected as you scowled at her. 

“Is it REALLY worth him holding that over your head over just stealing his phone?” Sarah added, the peer pressure making you anxious. 

“Why do you even want it? I mean…what if he’s using it or something…” You continued to try and convince them of an alternative torment, but they were too convinced of their aforementioned decision. 

“The fact he hasn’t been down her ‘perving’ on you or Kie in the last hour tells me he’s definitely asleep. And I have my own reasons for wanting it…so…” Sarah and Kie stared at you with growing excitement to see you squirm behind a series of grunts and groans. 

“Five minutes and an impromptu 007 mission or a lifetime of Rafe knowing you used to have a thing for him…Every time you come over having to hear him tell Topper and Kelce how you missed your chance with him…Every dinner him finding an excuse to remind you-” Your mind darted at the thought of him teasing you with this, a detail you couldn’t fathom having to live through as you could barely handle the touchless banter you shared now. 

“Okay!” But this is blackmail-'' You glared before reluctantly crossing into the corridor responsible for holding the ascension of the staircase leading to the bedrooms. The second your hand wrapped around the railing, you considered returning to them to say you couldn’t find it or he was awake. But an even larger portion of you was desperate to have an excuse to be close to him. He made this a necessity by the way he greeted you with his usual teasing and his eyes kept on you until he climbed those very stairs a few hours prior. It was maddening-but also enough to commit to this action. 

By the time you reached the top of the steps, having turned back when hearing Kie and Sarah chuckle at your expense, you were now a mess of tremors and anxiety. It would only take approximately ten steps before you’d reach his door and you were horrified on how you would go about it. 

What if he wasn’t asleep? What would you say that would make your presence believable at two in the morning?

“Three minutes-” Sarah called as if to remind you of your mission as you turned back to shush her, ultimately deciding that the lesser of two evils would have to work as being appealing enough to convince you forward. Pressing your ear to his door, you weren’t able to hear anything close to a conscious Rafe, who was usually in motion one way or another. Validated enough for your entry, you twisted the knob slowly before finding a dark room set before you, relief relaxing your nerves for a time as you realized he had been asleep. 

You were thankful for the darkness for many reasons, but mostly for it making it impossible to appreciate his figure which had beckoned you since he had begun to take care of himself in the last few years. But the thought of this gratefulness left you to think of the muscles in question; specifically how they would collect you in passion and pull you around as he saw fit. But with this existing only as a fantasy, you were able to return your focus rather quickly to your task. 

A deep groan stilled you as the springs from the bed gave away the adjustment as you lowered behind the rival side of the bed as you began to conjure a thousand varied explanations from throwing Sarah under the bus or claiming you simply walked into the wrong room. But before you could begin either or, you heard it again. Only this time, it was spoken in the accompaniment of a deep breath. 

“Fuck…” He groaned, your eyes widening as you deduced quickly that he certainly wasn’t asleep. Instead, he had been portraying the most decadent moans, keeping your gaze locked onto him as you were able to make out the motions of self pleasure embedded in the darkness before you. 

“Walking around in those shorts…thinkin’ you can get away with that shit…” He moaned, the sound of self pleasure breaking the silence of your deafening heartbeat as you kept yourself concealed at the side of the bed, remaining magnetized to the way his body moved to his ecstasy, you were further rooted by his words.

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911 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

No Nut November

TW: Masturbation references. Smut. Semi-public sex. Language.

SUMMARY: Partaking in ‘No Nut November’ would prove difficult when you become a bit too needy for him to stay true to his ambition. 

WORD COUNT: 1500

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Anonymous asked:

Reader x one of the obx guys and him and his friends (so either the other kooks or other pogues) are challenging each other who can go the longest for no nut November and it’s been a few days and you’re being needy so you do everything to tease him until he finally gives in and fucks you

*I WANTED TO CHANGE THIS A BIT TO MAKE IT A BIT MORE INTERESTING…

No Nut November

The odds were stacked against him from the second he agreed to this display of self control; one thing he already wasn’t known for possessing. But by the two week mark, having lasted longer than anyone thought he would, JJ was busting at the proverbial and literal seam of his pants as you only made this worse. Purposely wearing only his shirts and tracing him such ways that if you’d only move slightly north, he’d certainly stain his shorts after denying himself that release for so long. But if there was one thing JJ Maybank was above all else, it was stubborn. Especially when money was on the line. And this was the deal he made with the other pogues. Two hundred dollars for who could last. But you had an ambition all your own. 

“JJ?” You asked as he relaxed in the hammock, trying to think of anything but how his cock throbbed at even just the sound of your voice. He was desperate, but too stubborn to let anyone else have that two hundred dollars. 

“I’m bored…”

“I think Sarah and Kie are-”

“I want to play with you…” You watched his jaw clench and his chest rise in a deep breath. 

“Sweetheart-”

“Please J…I miss you…” He sat on the edge of the hammock, tapping his knee as you knew the invitation well as it was all you had for the last two weeks. But no matter how skilled he was with his fingers or his tongue, you wanted HIM. Because there was nothing like the sensation of his fullness-the closeness. And for that, you were willing to risk appearing desperate or even feral. 

“I want YOU, JJ…”

“Baby, I can’t-” For this, you dropped to your knees, running your hands up his thighs and to his belt as he contracted against you. 

“Is THIS worth more than two hundred dollars? Shit, J, I’ll pay you myself, just fuck me!” 

“Ahem!” John B cleared his voice at your back as you turned to find Pope and Kiara smirking at your desperation. 

“You’re so screwed, J…” Kie commented as he was able to distance himself from you long enough to ignore the temptation you forced on him. 

A few hours later, you were all set around the inner heart of The Chateau. Some conversation of a recent movie spoken between Kiara and John B with passionate standpoints on either end as you could only focus on the fringe of the blanket at the ends of your fingers, unable to meet anyone’s gaze as you were too embarrassed. All because of a stupid deal that made you completely unhinged. And in the attempts he made to warrant a response from you, you would only ignore him, until he tried to pull your legs over him, to which, you’d just pull yourself into his room, slamming the door closed without a care of how this could embarrass him or yourself. 

He waited only a short while before following behind you, finding you in one of his shirts yet again, only now, without a care to use it as a means of seduction. But the second that you would find him wrapping his arms around you, no matter how tempting his embrace had been, you pulled away from him. Or at least tried to before feeling him pull his grip to between your thighs. As you tried to fight him, but found the expert circles and perfect pressure to draw you into more of an agreeable state than what you would have preferred. 

“JJ-”

He silenced you by a hand around your mouth, “You’re gonna want to keep this there…I’m not stopping until you know how sorry I am…And I know how much of a screamer my girl is,especially when I make her squirt…” You groaned into his palm as he was quick to take you to that precipice of that orgasm, only to edge you. 

“JJ, Please…”

“I know what you need…And I know exactly how to give it to you…but you need to give it to me when I’m ready…”

“Please, J…Nobody has to know…Just the tip…Just let me see it-fuck…please…” 

“You really love it that much?” He smirked against your ear as his hand had lowered so you could talk. 

“I need it, J…Please…” You began to rock your ass against him, rubbing and circling him, before his hands stationed at your waist. 

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Loosing Grip and Sinking Ships

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Elladan x Human!Reader Genre: Umm, mainly angst, sorry Warnings: --- Words: ~1.6k

Note: Who would've thought writing in the Comic Sans font was all I needed to fix my writer's block :) :) Also, Part 2 to Champagne Problems :) 

Frozen in time. That was what you'd become. A shell of the former person you once had been, stuck in a moment while everyone around you continued with their lives. You haunted the Healing Halls, still as a statue, dust settling on the tops of your pinned-up hair. Healers poked and prodded your arrow wound, as you stared at the ceiling, still in the cot. Time was elusive, passing so quickly, yet not moving at all. You didn't know whether it'd been hours, days, or weeks since you sustained the injury in the training yard, when the soldier misfired and hit you instead. All your mind would focus on was the ever-present pain, it was like a wave washing over you, pulling you under until you'd eventually drown.

It was infuriating.

It was crippling.

And it was a pain that you created. So instead of trying to escape it, you relaxed into it, allowing it to swallow you whole until there was nothing left to be found. You were a husk, a shell of your former self, and that was all you'd be.

Footsteps echoed in the hall, but you paid them no mind. Hundreds of people passed through these halls, and hardly ever did they stop in front of you. But you did look up when the footsteps paused beside your bed. You glance to your right, eyes slowly trailing up the masculine form.

"Good morning, Aragorn," you said, voice raspy from disuse. "Or should I say, My King?" A sly smirk rested on your lips, but it looked out of place on your otherwise emotionless face. Your eyes that used to shine so bright were dull while your complexion that used to glow was pallid and sullen.

"Do you know what today is?" Aragorn asked, not a hint of amusement crossed his face. His lips were pressed in a thin line, wrinkles framing his grey eyes that were like the calm before a storm.

"Another day of peace and prosperity?" you said, no sarcastic bite it normally would've held.

"They're leaving," Aragorn said. "Today."

Everything stopped. The ambient noises were instantly dulled, the only thing beating through the tumultuous silence was the sound of your heart. You gasped faintly, air escaping your lungs as you momentarily forgot how to breathe. A heavy lump settled at the pit of your stomach.

It was devastating, that he could just leave so easily. But did you even have a right to be sad? No, not really; not when you were the one who sent him away when he was willing to do anything to stay. He would’ve given you the world and you just denied him. Cold and unfeeling. Yet the dagger still pushed further into your chest, he didn't try to fight for you.

"Oh."

"Y/N--" Aragorn began to speak. You knew what was coming, even without him finishing the sentence. He was going to try and convince you to make Elladan stay. But your mind was already made up. He would only resent you, he'd resent your mortality. He'd resent leaving behind his family, he'd resent losing the chance to ever see his mother again. Because you'd die eventually, leaving him all alone. You wouldn't let that happen, even if it meant hurting yourself in the process.

"Don't," you muttered, causing Aragorn to stop speaking. Your voice was hollow and weak, just like you were. "Don't try and convince me, I've already made up my mind."

Aragorn breathed out heavily from his nose, looking at you with exasperation in his grey-blue eyes. This wasn't the first time the topic of Elladan came up in your conversation, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

"I understand that you are set in your decision, and my opinions on the matter will not sway you. So all I ask of you, my friend, is that you come to say farewell."

You chewed on your bottom lip. No thoughts floated aimlessly in your brain, swirling together to create a chaotic melody you couldn't make sense of. It was as blank as an empty page.

Your mind had already been made up, and not even Aragorn could change it. Even if you knew deep down that he was right, that he'd always been right.

"I can't."

Silence. That was all you were met with. Yet it was blaringly louder than any shout could've been. He was disappointed, you could see it in his grey eyes, the way he looked at you as if you were an unruly child unwilling to hear his wisdom. The way his lips slightly downturned at your response, so minuscule most people probably wouldn't have noticed. But you did, and it was like another dagger to the chest.

You half expected him to fight you on it, to refuse to quit speaking until you saw reason, and part of you wished he would. Just like you wished Elladan would’ve.

Yet, he remained silent, his gaze unwavering from you.

"Very well."

And then he was gone.

OoO

The hours ticked by and you could feel time moving. Soft daylight turned to harsh heat which had slowly begun to dissipate as the sun set. And you stayed in the same place, right where Aragorn had left you. You didn't think, your mind just endless nothingness.

Any moment now and they'd be gone forever. And never again will you stroll through the gardens of Rivendell, fears, and anxieties soothed by the sound of gently moving water. To never dance for hours upon hours in the hall of fire, most of the lyrics lost to you, the elvish words too fast to follow but pleasant nonetheless. And then inevitably you would sneak away with Elladan, eager to feel the cool breeze on your hot skin. The moonlight would bathe both of you in silver light, causing Elladan's skin to glow. The stars would be bright, smiling down as you both stole some kisses in the solitude.

You'd made peace with it.

So why was your stomach on the ground and heart racing like a prized horse?

Why were tears leaking from your eyes with the veracity of a tsunami?

No, I can't-- he can't--

Feet touch cold stone; you were running, eyes wild and crazed. Dressed in healing robes with hair tangled and dirty. The halls stretched forever, feet pounding on the ground. People meander, mourning deaths or making small talk with a healer but you push past them. The last thing on your mind was courtly behavior.

You needed to be at the docks now.

Before it was too late, before he was gone.

Cool, dark stone turned to warm cobblestone, the crowds increasing by tenfold. But you paid them no mind. Slipping past groups, shoving people who stood in your way. You looked as desperate as you felt, the people probably looking back at you with disgust. Rumors of a mad woman terrorizing Minras Tirith would ravage the city within seconds. But you didn't care, couldn't bring yourself to care, and wouldn't bring yourself to care.

A cackle of a laugh escaped your mouth, mingling with the wind and rushing off to every corner of Minas Tirith. The stifled, suffocating feeling that was stuck in your throat like ash was finally lifting, allowing you to breathe in fresh air for the first time in weeks.

Idle gossip morphed to dock workers yelling and the tide hitting the shore. Your breaths were ragged and uneven, but your adrenaline was coursing too high to care about that. Creaking wooden docks echoed in your mind, mimicking your pounding heart. You spot the silver ships, easily distinctive from the boats of human make, the bright white sail too pristine to be anything other than elven.

You pushed your feet harder, faster, and faster, you were almost there.

You were almost--

Coming to a screeching halt, you stop at the edge of the dock. Eyes wide and mouth falling into a frown you watch as the ship sails farther and farther away. It is too far to swim to, that decision leading to nothing but drowning. You couldn't make out any of the faces on the ship, the figures were nothing more than tiny ants in the distance.

Your heart stopped beating, your tense body melting in dejection.

He was… he was gone.

Tears welled up in your eyes. You'd asked for this, he was just doing what you'd told him.

And yet,

You were too late.

A sigh leaves your tight-lipped mouth, sounding like a soft whistle in the wind. You could feel yourself losing grip on your own emotions, the minuscule self-control you had died out the longer you stood. Tears fell down your cheeks, too rapid to stop.

The wave of emotions poured over your body and it felt like you were drowning. Water filled her lungs, and you wanted to scream, but no sound would come out. But at the same time, you felt like you'd been stuck in a never-ending drought. The flowers you'd grown and the garden he nurtured in her heart died. The moments you stole; every little thing you could hold onto turned to dust. Your head hung like a soldier who just lost a war.

He was just gone.

Wood creaked and delicate footsteps broke you from the stupor. Your body stiffened, hand coming your body straight up, a hand hovering over your arm.

Slowly, you turned, expecting Aragorn. He'd be there with open arms, holding you as you sobbed and wailed like a banshee. He understood, even if he didn't agree, he understood better than anyone else.

"I--" you start, mouth immediately snapping shut.

Elladan.

Not the ghost of him. His phantom that would follow like a shadow, haunting you with the look in his clear blue eyes that would’ve loved you a thousand lifetimes.

It was truly him.

"I knew you'd come back to me, meleth-nin."

OoO

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[ariadne-does-her-best]

Sparks Dancing Across Your Skin

Jason Todd x Reader One-Shot; Soulmate!Au

Word Count: 5,000+

Warnings: Mentions of death, gets very angsty but ends with a happy ending :)

Author's Note: Hey guys! I just wanted to let you know that I’m trying to post once every two weeks on Sunday but its very difficult for me right now. I just started college this week so I haven't been very active on any of my socials because of my orientation schedule. Originally, this was going to be around the same length as the Dick one-shot but when I finished writing it, it didn’t feel complete so I may go back and turn this into a series. I’m not very satisfied with this but I did want to try and post regularly. Please let me know how you like this and if you would be willing to read a series with a similar plot. Thank you, Ariadne.

Summary: As someone with a busy schedule, you never really thought of who could be your soulmate. Rather you didn’t have the time. But lucky for you, it’s your friend. Unluckily for you, he’s a vigilante and you don’t even know his secret identity. 

You sighed as you packed up your belongings. You never meant to stay late but here you were, sitting in Mrs. Jones’s classroom, and if the clock was correct, Mrs. Jones herself had left more than two hours ago.

The class committee meetings weren’t supposed to take so long but that was only if the president, vice president, and secretary were all sharing the workload. As president, you had to pick up all of the slack that your friends left you. But you didn’t mind since you understood that they also have a life outside of school.

As you left the classroom, you made sure the door was locked on the inside before checking your phone. You only had one text and it was from your mother, telling you that she had to jet over to Paris to meet with an investor and that your father had gone to South Korea to look at some sort of textile for her. She ended the text by saying that she loves you and that she’ll try to be back in a week.

You stuffed your phone back into your pocket, turning the corner of the hallway towards the main entrance. You had parked your car in the back of the parking lot, something that you had started to regret once you saw how deserted the school really was. Remembering the fact that most people were kidnapped in parking lots, albeit grocery store parking lots, they were still parking lots at the end of the day. You sped up when you saw your car and yanked the door open before locking it after sitting inside. When you turned around to put your seatbelt on, you let out a scream when you saw that someone was in your backseat.

“Calm down, it's just me,” the boy said in the back, his red domino mask doing nothing to mask the laughter threatening to spill out of his mouth.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you stared at the boy who was laying on your backseat. Robin was organizing the items in your car, putting them into two piles. You watched him as he pulled out a piece of gum and popped a bubble. You smiled as you shook your head before coughing as you turned your car on, effectively grabbing his attention.

“You wanna go to the diner and tell me why you’re not with the Bat tonight?”

At that he pursed his lips, a small smile threatening to spill over.

“I dunno if I should…”

“I’ll pay.”

“Deal.”

*****

When you had first met Robin, it was after he had tried to help you escape from a mugger. Instead of cowering like he had expected you to, you had just grabbed the man's arm, twisting it as far back as you could without breaking it, and kicked him down. Robin had swooped down, laughing as he handcuffed the man and complimented you on your punch. You both were waiting for the GCPD when your stomach grumbled and you offered to treat him to some waffles at the diner across the street since it had started snowing. After that, you both kept meeting up frequently at night, him on patrol and you going home after finishing whatever official school-related event you had.

And soon enough, those nights all added up to you and Robin meeting up frequently to eat at the same diner from the first time you had met. You liked your friendship with Robin. Even though you had no idea who he was under the mask, you felt comfortable with him, like he was your rock to help keep you grounded.

As you sat there and watched him fiddle with the menu, you resisted the urge to grab his hands and instead looked down at your own hands. You started picking at the skin on one of your still healing scabs from where a cat from the animal shelter you volunteered at had scratched you.

“You should stop that,” Robin was looking at you, his bottom lip stuck out slightly in what you recognized as worry.

“You’re my distraction,” you waved your hand at him, “so go on, distract me.”

“What do you want me to talk about,” he asked as he leaned back, letting Linda, the waitress, put your regular orders down on the table. After a chorus of ‘thank you’s, you sipped your hot chocolate and contemplated on what to ask him. There was so much you didn’t know about Robin, such as his identity, but you didn’t want to scare him away.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”.

“Maybe a librarian,” he said after a long pause. You smiled at that and started stuffing your face with your hashbrowns, watching as Robin finished chewing his food.

“What about you, what do you want to be?”

You sat there, thinking. You never really knew what you wanted to be. Every year, you would have a new dream job but it never felt right to you. You just shrugged before turning the topic to books and different book recommendations, watching his eyes light up at the mention of literature.

“You should read Le Petit Prince,” you said as you both stood outside on the chilly November night. You had talked about different works by Shakespeare and had only started heading outside once Linda told you that it was ten. It was snowing slightly and Robin looked breathtaking with the white snow in his dark hair, his red mask creating a sharp contrast against the fairness of his skin.

“Only if you read it to me,” he said before grappling to the top of the veterinarian's office near the diner. You slowly walked to your car and turned it on. Robin was still sitting on the top of the building and as you pulled out of the parking lot, you waved goodbye to him before heading home, rolling your eyes with a smile when you realized that he was following you by running across the roofs of the buildings.

*****

“Hello, I’m (Y/N) (L/N), your tutor here at the Student Center. And you are?”

“Jason Todd,” the boy said, nodding at you as he pulled out his chair and sat down. You smiled at him and wrote his name down on the form you were given. You asked him basic questions about his grade, what class the assignment he wanted to go over was from, and what his reason was for visiting the center.

“All right, so it looks like Mr. Mijia wanted you to come in here and just have someone review your essay for you. Is he doing the extra credit padding before final exams again?”

Jason nodded his head and you marked the according box.

“Alright, the first thing I’m going to have you do is pull up an electronic copy and pass the hard copy to me. Then we’ll have you read it aloud so we can catch any grammatical errors.”

Jason nodded again before clearing his throat and reading his paper off of his screen, stumbling over the wording of his essay only twice. You were impressed, his style of writing was advanced, with him connecting his ideas throughout the whole essay.

“As time progresses, it is imperative to look--”

“Hey bestie,” you sighed when you heard the grating voice of Elsie Lager. You gave Jason an apologetic look before forcing a smile on your face as you faced Elsie.

“Hi Els, what are you doing here,” you asked, taking note of the way her eyes flitted over Jason, before landing on you.

“I’m just here to give you these,” she said, holding out a thick manilla folder. “Mrs. Jones said that we have to read through all of these proposals for the Spring Fling and Jackson and I thought that you could do it since you are the president. And because your mom is the famous torchbearer in today’s fashion world. It’ll just be soooo easy for you.”

You resisted the urge to smack Elsie with the manilla folder, aware of the fact that if you did that there was a witness, and instead took it from her hands before flipping through it. Great, there were over fifty concepts and designs to choose from. Taking out your planner, you wrote down ‘choose Spring Fling concept’ between your Taekwondo lesson and your animal fashion show at the shelter.

“I have that down, anything else I can do for you Elsie,” you asked with a strained smile. The brunette stood there, twisting a piece of hair around her pointer finger before smacking her forehead.

“OMG, I totally forgot! Callisto Barsotti told me that you should keep your ears open for an invite to one of his parties. I’ve gotta go now but you just have to tell me how you got Callisto to notice you, you lucky bitch.”

You watched as Elsie left the library, blowing a kiss towards you, in a blur of white. Sighing, you turned back around to Jason.

“I’m so sorry about the interruption. Why don’t you continue reading from where you were interrupted.”

“She’s a bitch,” Jason said. Your eyes widened in surprise and you watched as he leaned towards you, resting his face on his hand. “Why are you friends with people that take advantage of you like that?”

You sucked in your breath, keeping your face impassive as you stared down at him.

“You have no idea what my life is like Jason Todd,” you said evenly, setting the manilla folder to the side. “And because you don’t know me, why don’t we talk about something we do have some knowledge about: your essay.”

Jason just sighed before he started packing his items up, tugging the hard copy of his essay out from under your hands.

“You and I both know that I don’t need help with my essay. But if you ever need help, let me know,” and with a familiar wave, he left you sitting in the library, confused about how you had gotten his attention when you both weren’t even in the same grade.

*****

You scanned the room as you tugged your jacket around you. You normally didn’t attend parties, especially those that you knew involved alcohol, but your mother had pushed you to go after being nagged by Elsie’s mother by her daughter’s lack of invitation. And speaking of Elsie, she had left you alone as soon as she had entered the house. Which sucked since she had insisted on driving in her new Mercedes.

As you walked around the living room, making small talk with the people who greeted you, you couldn’t help but think about what Jason Todd had told you. It frustrated you that he took up so much space in your head, that he was all that you could think of since that day in the library.

He didn’t know anything about your life. While he had grown up on the streets, you had grown up with a silver spoon in your mouth, never having to worry about anything.

‘But you do worry,’ the small voice in your head said, sounding very similar to Robin. You needed a drink.

You were searching the coolers for a bottle of water when a heavy arm wrapped around your shoulders causing you to flinch and elbow them in the stomach.

“Ow, what was that for,” the person asked, slurring their words slightly. You looked up and sighed when you saw it was the host of the party, Callisto Barsotti. He smiled at you and rubbed at his stomach before holding his arms out, “I’ll let you go if you give me a hug,” he said, enunciating his words with grabby motions.

Normally, you would be on your best behavior, helping whoever was drunk by getting them water and calling their friends, but you were pissed. You didn’t want to be at this party, instead, your mother had forced you to go after Mrs. Lager had bitched to your mom about her precious Elsie not being invited. And to make matters worse, you were tired. So tired.

You were tired of your mother, for filling up your schedule with things you had no interest in, such as modeling gigs and piano lessons. Your father for never being there. Elsie for complaining to her mom and Callisto for inviting you to his stupid party. Jason Todd for being in your head for over a month. Robin for not reaching out in weeks. But mostly at yourself. You were upset at yourself for quietly taking all of this and then loading yourself up with more so you could be the perfect doll for your mother to brag about raising.

So when Callisto tried to grab you and hug you, you kneed him in the groin before deciding to walk home. Ignoring his cries and the looks you got from others at the party, you ran out of the house, only pausing to take a breath once you exited the gated property. You didn’t know where you wanted to go so you let your legs decide on what direction to walk.

Walking around anywhere in the middle of the night was not a great idea. But walking around Gotham in the middle of the night was one of the worst ideas anyone could have. Looking back at it, your night could have gotten worse, like you being kidnapped by a c-grade villain or something.

Instead, you ended up running into Robin. He didn’t look surprised to see you and instead gave you a small smile.

“So, do you wanna go to the diner,” he asked, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“No,” you snapped, “Leave me the fuck alone birdbrain.” You pushed past him, a look of surprise etched on his face.

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

You ignored his calls and instead sped up, aware of the fact that he was catching up to you. At this point, you were walking near the actual city parts of Gotham so maybe you could get a cab to drop you off at your mother’s apartment near the business sector.

At that thought, you broke into a run, sprinting down the street before calling a cab, hyper-aware of the fact that Robin was staring at you with a look of hurt and confusion on his face.

*****

You felt bad for how you treated Robin. He didn’t deserve your cold shoulder and you certainly didn’t deserve him. With his witty jokes and the way he always followed you to make sure you got home alright, you had realized yesterday in the cab, watching the red and yellow of his costume jump by on the roof, that you didn’t deserve him.

You threw yourself back into your different activities and soon, you didn’t even have enough time to even think about what you were going to eat for dinner.

As you exited the school building, you walked slowly towards your car, being careful not to slip on the ice on the ground as you rounded the corner.

But you felt someone grab your wrist, making you scream and fall. The person cursed as they tried to pull you up but you slid as far away as you could from them so you could see their face. It was Callisto Barsotti.

“What the fuck,” you yelled, trying to yank your wrist out of his iron-like grip. When that didn’t work you got ready to elbow him but he twisted your other arm behind you, causing you to scream.

“Not today you bastard,” he growled as he started to drag you. You screamed and tugged against him, and when he turned towards you, you stopped pulling against him and stomped on his foot, making sure to drag your snow boots against the skin on his shin.

Callisto let out a cry of pain and you pushed him away from you, letting yourself fall to the ground out of shock.

“You little gremlin,” Callisto stuttered out as he started limping towards you. You panicked as you tried to find something heavy to hit him with. A rock or anything would do. But you couldn’t find anything so you got up on trembling legs to run towards your car.

But you didn’t have to worry as a figure in red and yellow dropped by and wacked Callisto in the back of the head. Your eyes widened as Robin took this moment to start kicking the fallen boy. You don’t know how long you stared at him, but you snapped out of your daze once you started hearing cracking noises.

“Stop! Robin, please stop,” you cried desperately. But he didn’t stop, he continued to beat Callisto.

“Please stop,” you cried, whimpering as you knelt down near Robin. When he didn’t listen to you again, you leaned forward and grabbed his face, turning it towards you. You were going to tell him to stop again but you then felt a warm sensation, different from the coldness from the March air, followed by the feeling of a shock. Your soulmate, Robin was your soulmate.

He stared at you in shock, allowing you to pull him off of Callisto. You pushed him towards your car, and he stumbled since he was still staring at you as a look of understanding passed on his face.

“Look,” you said, inspecting the blood on Robin’s costume, “you need to listen to what I’m going to say carefully. Go to my car and grab the cleaning wipes from the trunk. Clean yourself off as I call the cops. The story is going to be that you were patrolling the area and heard my screams.”

Robin stared at you, mouth slightly open as he reached to touch you with a bare hand. You let his fingers ghost against your skin, the shock from before still present as you pulled back to stare at him.

“Go.”

*****

It's been over five hours since Robin beat Callisto. Not half to death like you had expected but still pretty bad since he had a broken nose, arm, and bruised ribs. As you waited in the police station for your parents to pick you up (“The gang that you described could always come back for you,” the officer had said), you could only think about how scary it was, watching Robin hit someone so many times with so much anger in him. In the end, your parents didn’t come and instead, your older brother had driven all the way from Metropolis to pick you up.

You both didn’t talk to each other during the ride back to your house but you could tell he was worried by the way his eyes would flicker to you. When you reached the gates to your house, your brother had parked the car and turned to look at you.

‘(Y/N), I have no idea what's going on with you right now but if you ever feel overwhelmed or alone, just tell me and I’ll take you with me back to Gran’s in Metropolis.”

You smiled at him, eyes tired but filled with a small spark as you exited his car, making sure to express your thanks with a kiss on his cheek. As you entered your house, you took off your shoes and slipped on your home slippers before going to your room and taking a shower. Drying your hair, you walked towards your windows to close your curtains, letting out a slight scream when you saw a hand pressed against the glass.

You sighed when you saw it was Robin and opened your window, letting him come inside to your room. He looked around your room, studying the many medals and certificates you had accumulated from the years along with the magazines you had in your room, before turning towards you.

“Hey,” you said, walking to him slowly. Robin licked his lips slightly as he stared at you before coughing.

“Can I please touch you,” he asked, his voice breaking slightly. You nodded and watched as he took off his right glove before caressing your cheek with his hand. You watched as he smiled when he felt the same spark from before, a breathless laugh escaping his lips as he took off his left glove so he could hold you with both hands. You shivered as his thumb ghosted over your bottom lip, eyes closing before snapping open when you couldn’t feel the warmth from Robin’s hands.

“Don’t freak out,” he whispered in your ear, “I’m just going to close the window and then dry your hair for you. Just go and sit down and I’ll be right there.”

You nodded and sat down at the chair in front of your vanity, watching as he closed your window and pulled the curtains before grabbing your towel. You smiled as you watched him in the mirror, massaging your head with your hands before wrapping your towel around your scalp.

“How come you never asked me what my name was,” Robin asked as he brushed through your hair.

“You’ll tell me when the time is right.”

*****

“I should’ve asked him what his name was,” you thought as you walked near an alley, waiting for a sign of Batman so you could ask him what happened to your soulmate.

A couple of months had passed since you had last seen Robin in April. He had looked angry when you both had met up at the diner and he had further worried you when he ignored the ringing of his phone. As soon as he had seen that you were tucked into bed, he had given you a peck on the forehead before leaving through your window.

You were worried for him. Dressing up as a traffic light every night was dangerous, no matter how much you loved going out there and beating up criminals. So you had been following Batman for months, trying to find a moment to ask him what happened to your soulmate. But you never had the opportunity since he always managed to lose you by either disappearing or by just leading you into a dead end.

Months of following Batman has helped you as you were now familiar with the rooftops of Gotham, like the roof of the veterinarian’s office near the diner you and Robin used to meet up at. Sitting with binoculars, you let out a small gasp when you saw a familiar flash of red and yellow, watching as it ran across a rooftop. Scrambling, you started following the figure, zigzagging around multiple large gaps that you couldn’t jump before cursing when you realized that he was gone.

“Why are you following me,” an unfamiliar voice asked behind you. You turned around and assessed the boy, taking note of the fact that he was taller than your Robin and didn’t seem to have the same half-smile-half-smirk that he did. But the only way to confirm, for your brain to tell your heart to stop searching would be direct contact.

“I can’t find someone,” you started, voice shaky as your eyes filled with tears. The boy’s mouth twisted in a slight frown but he still let you continue.

“I just need to check that you’re not my Robin. Please, let me just hold your hand briefly or something. I just need to know.”

At this point, you were crying. When he hadn’t returned the next day, you had started to panic, wondering if he had really left you and gone somewhere else. But that night, you had started out of your bed, wondering what had woken you up when you felt a hollowness inside of you.

The boy patted your shoulder sympathetically before offering his hand to you. Sniffling, you pulled his glove down slightly so his wrist was showing and touched it.

There were no sparks, no warmth, as you collapsed on the rooftop and cried.

Your Robin was no more.

*****

You smiled as you entered the diner, waving at Linda before taking the booth that you and Robin used to eat at. Six years had passed since you had learned that he was no more and even though it was hard most of the time, you always moved forward. You had graduated high school and gone forward to become a librarian, your choice mostly influenced by your late soulmate.

As you waited for Linda to bring out your regular order, you looked around the diner, recognizing everyone except for a man wearing a red sweatshirt. He was staring down at his phone but was now looking up at you when he felt your stare. You flushed slightly and gave him a wave before looking out of the window.

When Linda came out with your packed regular, you left after giving her a large tip. You had to go back to work.

*****

When Jason came back to life, he knew something was wrong.

After finding out that you were his soulmate, he felt this familiar warmth inside of him, similar to the feeling from when Bruce had first made him Robin. But after the pit, that feeling was multiplied tenfold, to the point that it felt like he was being burned from the inside out. And then the random sparks started.

The first time was when he was with Talia. It had been months since she had started training him, helping him remember a bit of who he was beforehand. When she grabbed his wrist, he felt a spark. It wasn’t the same familiar, welcomed spark with you but it was still a spark. He had brushed it off as static electricity, especially since Talia didn’t seem to have noticed.

But the sparks continued. He felt it frequently when people would hold him, touch him, brush against him. It was an annoyance at that point. A reminder that something was wrong with him, especially since he knew that you were his soulmate and that the others seemed to have not noticed the sparks.

So when Jason saw you walking home one night, he couldn’t help but follow you to make sure you got back safe, just like in the old days. Except for the fact that it’s not like the old days and he was malfunctioning. He was too scared to meet you; he was terrified of the idea that he might touch you and that there would be no spark anymore.

Jason had decided to only follow you home and keep you safe from the shadows, to never interact with you directly. So why exactly was he bleeding on your couch?

He watched as you helped him out of his leather jacket, eyes following your movements to the best of his abilities. He then watched as you pulled out a pair of scissors and started cutting the area he was shot.

Your eyebrows were furrowed and Jason couldn’t help but want to reach out and smooth them. Instead, he settled for helping you by peeling the square of his cut shirt away as you prepared the gauze to apply pressure.

His head was spinning and his breathing sounded labored even to his own ears but Jason didn’t want to take off his helmet in fear that you would recognize him from the red domino. But you seemed to have other plans as you reached your hands towards his head, still applying pressure to his wound with your knee.

He tried to avoid your hands but it was difficult to do when his head started to spin. He just watched as your hands reached out towards his helmet and opened it.

A small, selfish part of him wanted you to pull off the helmet and accept him, regardless of whether or not the spark was still there. But from the two years that he had known you, he knew that you’d accept him as Robin, but he wasn’t sure that you’d accept him as Red Hood.

Jason watched as your eyes widened at the sight of his red domino but you didn’t go as far as to peel it off. Instead, you turned your attention back to his wound, gathering more gauze to apply pressure.

As he lost consciousness, he watched as your concerned face entered his vision. And then he felt the fated spark, and all he could think about was how right it felt.

*****

When Jason woke up, he was surprised. By multiple things. For one, you hadn’t called the cops on him. The second thing being the fact that he was, in fact, fine and not dead: he had checked by pinching himself. The third was that his domino was still on his face. And the last being that he could hear your voice clearly, it was distinct, like music against his ears.

He listened as you spoke, not understanding what you were saying but knowing that you were reading Le Petit Prince. After all, one of the first things he did after coming back from the pit was listening to the audiobook, imagining what you would sound like.

He heard the page flip and decided that now would be a good time to open his eyes and sit up.

His sudden movement startled you. You both stared at each other before Jason croaked out a ‘hi’. He watched as your eyes filled with tears as you hugged Jason gently like he was the most delicate, expensive thing in the world.

“I missed you (Y/N),” Jason whispered against your shoulder, feeling the tears form in his eyes as he pulled back.

Your eyes flitted down to his wound with a concerned look but he tilted your head up, towards his face as he pulled the domino off.

He saw a look of recognition in your eyes, knowing for sure that they recognized him when you whispered ‘Jason Todd.’

He nodded, watching as you slowly extended your hands towards his face, caressing it as you skimmed your thumbs over his cheekbones.

“I’m a terrible person,” Jason whispered, looking down into his lap. You simply lifted his face, shaking your head.

“You’re not a terrible person Jason. You were a hero back when you were Robin and you’re a hero as the Red Hood. You’ve always been one. Now lie back down before you pull your stitches and tell me what you’ve been up to.”

Jason smiled as he laid his head across your lap, smiling as the sparks now seemed to dance across his skin in joy, happy that he was finally home.

[kissme-hs]

Rules ♡ h.s.

Hey my loves! How’re you all? Here’s a little something based off the following request I’ve had for too long. Would you like a part 2? Let me know what you think! Please re-blog and like if you enjoyed <3 {photo and gif not mine}

Anonymous asked: could u do a Dom!harry smut where he’s really rough and strict in bed? Plzz I love ur writing ❤️

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem! Reader

Word count: 3.2K

Warning: 18+ Smut, Degradation, Unprotected sex, slight mention of BDSM, oral sex fem recieves and gives, use of filthy language etc. {PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH DOM-SUB fics}

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Softy, a complete whole soft person Harry was viewed as by the entire world. A guy who loves wearing nail polish and dresses and is nothing but a complete sweetheart. A man, in fact, a man child. In the eyes of million he was a sweet, laid back English lad who wouldn’t dare to hurt a fly.

However, some knew he owned a pair of Gucci handcuffs, the shiny metal made thousands of girls and guys wonder if he actually uses them and the answer is they don’t know. He has never been a man to speak openly about his personal life and just like the rest he let the audience to allow their minds to wander in the oblivion of their thoughts of what he prefers in bed. Or how he is in bed.

All they could do is assume. They assumed he’s rough, maybe soft, or maybe enjoys role play?

No one knows really. Except you.

The only person who has seen his deepest and darkest fantasies. The only person who has ever signed the paper of agreement between you two, you agreeing on being his sub­­, i.e. submissive. Giving him the permission to have his way with you, be it rough, soft or a role play. Whatever it may be, you said yes. The terms and conditions did scare you. The words printed on the piece of paper came off too strong that lied on your lap the night you’re eyes were scanning it, mind finally synching with your wants, deciding it was time you sign the agreement.

*This is a confidential agreement. Submissive is not allow to talk about it to anyone else but the Dom.*

Submissive agrees to obey whatever Dom orders them to do, sexually.

Safe word to be used by submissive is “peach”, if the boundaries are being pushed, the word to be used is “red”.

Honestly, it would scare anybody who reads the further details listed in the contract and what activities Dom would like themselves and the sub to immerge into such as extreme sex toys, being tied up by ropes, fisting and other terms that you didn’t even know the meaning of. But Harry wasn’t doing it just for himself, but for you.

When the day your ex left without a note you found yourself crying in his arms, sobbing and clutching his t-shirt like a broken kid and it hurt him. So he suggested, he was well aware how you wouldn’t be able to go out with anyone after what has happened so why not help you take your mind off him? Nodding to his words, not knowing what was coming you went home and the next morning you saw an envelope on your porch.

And there lied the papers. Submissive-Dom agreement.

“What is this Harry?” You breathed out in fear as your eyes scanned the words and brain figured out what it meant.

“You know it’s not a bad thing, it’ll help you clear your mind”

“Bu-“

“Trust me, plus we don’t have to do what you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know Harry”

“Do you trust me?”

“I do”

“good”

“Do you trust me?” You said biting your lip as you scrunched the bottom of the paper.

“I do”

“Why the agreement then?”

“Its for your own good” and with that the line went dead leaving you in complete confusion. Even though your mind had untangled thoughts and questions clashing together, not thinking twice your fingers grabbed the pen and in a messy rush glided over the rough paper sealing the secret.

And so it began. He invited you over to his place in LA. The house where you’ve been many times but that was when you were friends, you still are but things changed. Quite a lot. His hand held yours as he guided you to the hallway where you never went or even were aware that existed.

Walking a couple more steps you both were standing in front of the huge door. Comparatively bigger than the other he had in his house.

“Stay here” he said as he lets go of your hand and takes a step forward to unlock the door for which he had the key in his necklace. Yes his necklace, a master of disguise.

The second you heard the twisting of the key opening the big door he stepped aside for you to enter the room. Your heart racing with anticipation as you waited for the lights to reveal what he’s had hidden in this room, away from the eyes of the world, away from you.

His fingers flicked the switch and the you saw it. The big red room with a huge bed in the middle, it was surrounded by leashes, leather whips, ropes and the ceiling was nothing but a huge mirror that reflected every move of yours.

Walking down the shiny black floor your hand brushed again the walls that seems so cushiony as you turned your head to look at harry who was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed with a smirk adorning his face.

“Sound proof.” He said as you nodded and continued looking around. Your fingers touched the cold leather whips and slides across the teak wooden drawer. Turning your head one more time to get his approval which he gladly gave, your hand held the handle to pull out the drawer.

There lied several silk blind folds. So rich and expensive. Moving to the next drawer, lied about 50 hand ties, and hand cuffs. Metal, clothed, you name it he has it. And then the last drawer hitched your breath, vibrators, butt plugs, dildos and every other toy you saw in porn.

“I-I never knew you were into this” you whispered as you let your fingers ghost over the silk ties that lied in a perfect fold in the drawer.

“Now you do” you heard his message getting closer to you until his front was pressed against your back. You feel his crotch right up against your ass as he gently, yet with a slight force pushed your front againt the drawer so that you were slightly bent. His hand making it’s from your stomach dragging up all the way up until it found the base of your neck.

The cold metal of his rings felt hot against your skin as he pushed your head back and leaned in closer to your ear. His breath fanning over the love making you shiver.

“Now what’re the rules?”

“I-I call you sir” you breathed out the words as his Kept his hand on your neck giving it a light squeeze telling you to go on, go on with the rules listed in the contract.

“I cannot touch you or myself. I-I respond with words. I-“

“You what?”

“I address myself as your whore”

“That’s correct. You are my filthy little whore. Aren’t you?” He said. His voice deeper than you’ve ever before. And his hand that once held your neck now moved to your side turning you around in a one swift motion. His lips wasting no time to latch onto yours, kissing hungrily as if he’s been dying to kiss you.

And god he has been. Ever since he held your hand walking down the corridor he’s been thinking about having you his way, just like he wants. Kiss those lips and have a taste of thag body is all that has been on his mind since you signed those papers he sent.

Lost in the kiss, deep in your thoughts you were enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours and the rules fading away from your mind. It’s hard to control and stay in the boundaries he’s created when his tongue is inside your mouth dancing along yours, so you let your fingers get lost in those curls as your bite his lower lip.

But to your surprise his reflexes were quick enough to have your hand removed from his hair and twist it and hold it behind your back in a one swift motion.

“One kiss and you’re already breaking the rules. You’re lucky I’m not going to punish you, this is your first and last time.” He groaned before he grabbed you and threw over his shoulder. His hand hving your ass a tight slap before he throws you over the big bed that was situated in the middle on the big room.

Your eyes flickering open to see your own reflection in the mirror that was on the ceiling. Your lips swollen, shirt collected right below your breat revealing your bare skin of the stomach and chest rising with every deep breath you took.

“Now listen to me, you’re gonna look at yourself in the mirror and tell me every single rule listed in the contract. One wrong rule and you lose the chance to cum. Understood?” Harry said as he unbuttoned your jeans pulling it down your legs and stopping right before taking them out when he didn’t hear you reply.

“I asked you something” he raised his eyebrow as one of he held your ankles towards behind your knees over so he could see the cheeks of your ass before giving you another spank.

“Y-yes sir,”

“Yes sir what?”

“Yes sir, understood”

Mumbling a low ‘good girl’ he took off your pants and then sat on you with legs either side your waist to take your top off, his mouth watered when he saw your nipple coming out of your back bra which probably happened when he threw you on the bed.

“Jesus. So full” he muttered before holding your hand over your head and lower his mouth on your nipple, his other hand pushing the cups down so that he could take the whole bud in his mouth and suckle on it making your arch your back. His mouth felt so warm on your cold bud as his tongue flicked the pebble hard nipple around and his bite it slightly before letting it go with a slight pop.

Grabbing a silk tie from the side drawer he tied it around your wrist that he had held in his hand and unhooked the bra—rolling it along the lilc tee that you wore until it reached your eyes and acted as a blindfold.

“Start the rules. Remember, one wrong rule and you lose the chance to cum”

“Yes sir”

“Start” he ordered. And you opened your mouth to let the words out but your breath sucked in when you felt him throwing your legs on his shoulder and his lips coming in contact with your inner thigh.

“I-I don’t sleep with someone else.”

“Cannot”

“Sorry sir, I cannot sleep with someone else”

His lips licked over your drenched knickers that covered your throbbing clit waiting for be touched his tongue. You clenched your thighs together only to be pushed apart by his hands as his nose rubbed over your clothed centre, sniffing, taking the smell of your aroma.

“I cum only when you say” you bite your lip feeling the cotton materiel of your underwear being pushed aside, sensing the cold air of the room mixed with Harry’s warm breath fanning over your sex making your shiver and you shrieked when his four fingers slapped your cunt making the wet filthy sound which only made you drop more.

“Only when I order, looks like you didn’t read it properly you little slut. Lost a chance to feel my tongue on this little pussy of yours”

“I’m sorry sir, please”

“Please what?”

“Please forgive me and eat me out”

“And what are you?”

“I’m your filthy little slut, your whore. Please eat me out sir please” you whimpered as you pleaded harry dying to feel that muscular tongue on your pussy to finally see how it feels like to have his mouth on you which you’ve always dreamt of. Even though you were in a relationship, there always has been a sexual tension between you two which is the reason why you agreed on doing this at the first place.

“That’s right, you’re a whore. A little dirty whore.” And with that you felt his tongue lick a long stride of your lips pushing them open. That one lick was enough to make you squirm, what a shame you couldn’t see his face tucked between your legs as his chain dangles from his neck and gives your a perfect view of his chest from the black shirt he wore, unbuttoned enough for you to see his butterfly tattoo to the slightest.

“Who told you to stop, say the rules doll”

“I see you at least twice a week when you’re in town”

His mouth was now on your clit, sucking it like a leech. His lips left the bundle of nerve with a pop as his hand came in to rub it harshly, before his index finger collected your juices that dripped down your hole and you heard him licked it clean and without any word you feel your opening being stretched to the fullest when he inserted two fingers.

His mouth finding its way back to your clit, licking and sucking your pussy without any mercy. Your hips bucked up in his mouth which he roughly pinned down.

“If I see you doing that once more I swear to god you’ll forget how to walk you slut” he said through gritted teeth as if you interrupted his meal. He shook his head keeping his lips on your clit to give those toe curling vibrations with his fingers twisting inside you.

He felt your soft walls clenching as he let go of your swollen clit to take his fingers out and slide his tongue inside you feeling the warmth against his tongue.

He spread your legs open as he pushed his tongue in and out, tongue-fucking you savouring every drop you released.

“I only wear red and black lingerie when I see you”

His fingers came back in position as his mouth placed itself back on your clit not leaving the swollen bug alone. Your back now covered in sweat and your nipple perched up, mouth dry and pussy waiting to release.

“Wrong. You only wear red around me.”

And with that he flipped you over so that you were lying on your stomach and your ass was up in the air. Withing another second you felt a tight spank against your ass cheek making you hiss in pain.

“That’s what you get for being a dumb whore”

“Sorry sir”

Followed by another spank he pushed you back to him so that he could press his bulge to your arse.

“Grind. Grind like the little road slut you are” he gripped your ass so firmly that you could feel his metal rings digging in your skin as he held them strong in front of his crotch.

As you tried to held yourself up on your elbow he pressed your head down on the bed so that your cheek was squished against the soft cushion.

“Grind i said”

Obliging to his command your moved your ass up his all rock hard cock that you felt tight against your butt cheeks making you moan. Moving your ass in rounds and different directions you felt him buck further into your hips wanting for a release as his hands came in to grip your hair that fell down your shoulder.

Wrapping the long locks around his hand in a fist his he pushed your head back to that your tee which was covering your eyes now came down hanging around your neck which was strained because of his grip on your hair.

“I’m gonna fuck the shut outta you, gonna destroy that little cunt of yours and make you scream until you the only name you remember is mine and forget that asshole who made you cry” and that’s how your first night ended as a submissive after being raw dogged to the fullest with the rough hand prints laying on your ass cheeks.

 But that was just the beginning, so when one day you found yourself on your knees in the bathroom of a posh restaurant that Harry insisted to take you to you weren’t surprised.

You mouth dripping saliva as he held your face in one hand keeping it upwards so he will have a full view of your mouth which was sucking on his thick sick. Lips wrapped around his shaft you gagged when he bucked his hips further in your mouth hitting the back of your throat making it impossible for you to take him any deeper.

“Jesus fucking christ you little cunt” he moaned grabbing your mouth so he could move your head to his liking. Following his movements, you bobbed your head hold the base of his cock, twisting your hand around his with the faint wrist while you suckled with hollow cheeks.

It all started when he saw you arrive at the restaurant. Wearing a tight black dress that hugged your curves and gave all men a delicious view of your plunging breasts making the jaws drop.

“Meet me in the bathroom, right now”

“But wh-“

“Do as told”

And when you did you felt him grab you by your hair and push you against the counter so that your stomach was against the cold marble top while your ass was facing him which he wasted no second uncovering, lifting the almost sheer clothing and pushing it over your waist to reveal your unclothed bottom.

“fucking whore”

Your body flinched with pleasure disguised In pain as he raised his hand and slapped it across your cheeks looking at you straight through the mirror. His hand gripping your hair.

“Look at me” he ordered and you flickered your eyes open to see his dilated pupil and heavy breathing chest. His ring cladded slender fingers didn’t stop spanking shaking your whole body up until he pulled you back and pushed you down on your knees and stepped in front of you with his dick out and slapped it across your face.

“Open” he said holding his hard dick from the base and you did as told. Soon you felt it heavy on the tongue as he patted it on your tongue before pulling away, grabbing your cheeks and pulling your face upwards to him. His fingers wasted no time squishing your cheeks so that your mouth was open slightly giving him the perfect angel so spit in your mouth making you gasp.

“Swallow” and once again you do as told before grabbing his dick and kitten licking his tip, teasing him. But he wasn’t having it so grabbing the back of your head he pushed your head forward until his shaft was hitting the back of you had making your gag, your eyes picking up instant tears and he would’ve stopped right away if they were tears of pain, but they weren’t.

“this is what you get for breaking the rule of not wearing revealing clothes until I ask you to. Get treated like a slut, a fucking filthy whore in the public sucking my dick” he groaned as you played with his ball bobbing your hand.

His grip on your hair tightened before you felt his hot cum gushing down your throat which your swallowed without his order and let go of his cock with a ‘pop’.

Pulling your face up to him he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip collecting the escaping cum and pushing it in your mouth which you happily took sucking on his thumb.

“Be a good girl, and follow the rules”

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Swing to the Stars

this fic swap is for @reidgraygubler​ ... I really hope you like it, shadow :)

A/N: AAAAH! this is my first fic swap and I’M SO EXCITED!!!!

Summary: Spencer meets someone in his little hiding spot, and desperately hopes to see them again.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral!Reader

Category: fluff with a dash of angst

Content Warnings: mentions of Maeve & William Reid, talk of a case involving teens, mentions of bullying, mentions of guns and pepper spray (not used)

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Word Count: 2.4K

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The first time I climbed that treacherous hill, dirtying my converse for all to see what my night activities truly consisted of, I was alone. I enjoyed it like that, I came here by myself, and I intended to keep it that way. When I sat on the swing dangling by two dangerously flimsy ropes, I thought how ridiculously large the slap of wood used to make it was. My elbows were bent a little over a 90 degree angle just to reach both sides, but I never thought past it. I had other things on my mind that night.

I thought about my mom. I knew she would have loved a secluded, little space like this. She would’ve probably read to me here, using different voices that held deep emotion to convey each story with a precise amount of dedication and love. Each story to her was special, and I silently thank her every day for passing that trait down to me. 

Unfortunately, if I thought about my mom, I thought about my dad. William was never a kind man, and I could pride myself on one thing; I would never be like him. He didn’t deserve to know a place like this. It was too serene, too beautiful to house a man so willing to abandon the two people who should’ve been the most important to him. I was glad he would never get the chance to sit on this swing.

I thought about my family. How Garcia would jump with excitement at the prospect of having a picnic overlooking the city, yet quiet and missing the sounds of cars zooming by or overlapping chatter. I thought about JJ, and how Henry would beg her to push him in the swing, because to a little kid, it was perfect. He didn’t look at the frayed rope and fear that it would snap. I hope he never starts to fear the world like that.

The second time I found myself back at the bottom of the hill, I made it halfway to the top before seeing a couple getting up from the swing they were sitting together on. I realized then why it was so comically large; it was meant for two people. Thankfully when I reached the top only half out of breath, the two were starting their descent to where I came from.

This time when I sat down, I thought about Maeve. I would’ve brought her here, shared the little secret corner of the world I built for myself. She would’ve loved something like this, and I know if life wasn’t so cruel, and I was given the chance to show her, we would’ve talked for hours. So that’s what I did that time; I talked to Maeve. To anyone else, I probably looked like a crazy person talking to himself, but much to my delight, not many people made the trip up the hill to find this place.

Now I go whenever I need a break from my mind, which unfortunately is more times than my schedule allows me to take that leisurely walk. I spend my nights sometimes after a particularly hard case there no matter the time, using the ropes that scratch my hands as my lifeline down to Earth. I watch the stars, screaming and cursing at the world in my head and waiting for the sky to respond. It never did, and the next case always came in the following morning.

This particular time that I found myself at the bottom of the grassy hill waiting to be climbed, the case I just returned from involved kids across the board. A teenage unsub was killing his fellow classmates that have wronged him. Unfortunately, the BAU had to witness his stressor recorded for the whole school to see. It involved vile insults being thrown at the young, defenseless boy only for the bullying to escalate to violence.

It was awful.

As I trudged up the hill with less excitement to look into the vast unknown than usual, I couldn’t stop thinking about the unsub. All he wanted in life was a friend, someone to talk to, laugh with, share memories together. No matter how wrong it was, I saw myself in him. Our souls held the same scars given to us by people who had no right to go digging for such a deep part of ourselves. If I didn’t make it, would I have turned out like him?

When I reached the top, completing my journey once again, I saw them. Sitting there, staring out into the sky, mimicking my thoughts to do the same on the jet ride home. I could only make out half their face lit up by the light casting down from the full moon, but I didn’t need to see more to know they were breathtaking.

I would have turned around to return home to nothing more than books reread thousands of times and stale coffee, but I already made the mistake of stepping on a rather large branch that broke in half. The crunch coming from their right immediately had them on edge, and reaching for their bag that I could only assume had some sort of weapon inside. I hope it was legal.

I felt terrible for breaking them from the trance they were in. They were deep in thought about something that was probably going to become a solution if I hadn't interrupted their musing. 

“H-hi, I’m sorry to scare you. I didn’t expect anyone here this late. Not that you being here is a problem! I didn’t mean to disturb you,” I frantically shouted, although there was less distance between us than I originally thought, and probably seemed crazed by my volume level.

They just giggled at first, but upon seeing my distraught expression, their face turned more kind than humorous.

“That’s okay. I’m just glad I didn’t jump so fast to pepper spray you. That would definitely be the worst case scenario.” I let out a breath of relief for some reason. Here I was, in front of a total stranger thankful that their weapon of choice wasn’t a gun. I’ve been on the wrong end of too many during my years.

“Did you know Chemical Mace, more commonly known as pepper spray, was invented in the 1960s by a man named Alan Lee Litman and his wife Doris Litman at the time. Their reason was actually because one of Doris’s female coworkers was attacked and robbed, so they thought to create a nonlethal weapon with easy accessibility and use, considering not everyone is able to use a gun. It wasn’t until 1987 however that the Litman’s sold their creation to Smith and Wesson where it was mass produced and later sold to law enforcement.”

“Wow, I don’t think I did.” They laughed again, but something in my heart told me it wasn’t meant to come with malicious intent. “Do you do that a lot?”

“Do what?” I asked, even though I had some inclination of what they were referencing.

“Spout random facts. I’m not complaining, that was very cool, but I am fully intrigued.” They smiled again at me fondly, the kind of smile that left me a little breathless, even more so than the 45 degree incline I had to climb to find myself in front of them. There was nothing to convince me they weren’t authentic in every word they stated.

“I do it quite often, yes. It gets annoying after a while though.” It was true, I was told on many occasions that my rambling got old very fast. I suppose that’s what happens when you’re close to me for too long. I tend to stop being the awe-striking genius, and become the nagging, walking encyclopedia.

“I don’t see how that could become annoying.” It sounded sad coming from them, like I had insulted their oddity. I would never, and I was really hoping to find out what it was.

I had nothing further to say that would express my shock, and slight fondness over their praise, wary of its honesty even if it did come from them. I hadn’t known them for more than 4 minutes and 36 seconds, but it was enough to figure out that they weren’t a liar. It wasn’t from profiling either.

“You know, there is room for two people here if you wanted to join me. I’m sure you didn’t climb that hill for nothing.” They continued for me. If they noticed my surprise, they said nothing about it. 

Usually, I would be skeptical of being in a close proximity with a stranger, but as I approached them carefully, even if their hand was no longer reaching for mace, I felt the passing between our eyes. It was as if we had shared every part of ourselves with eye contact, and as crazy as it sounds, I felt the somber thoughts that lingered from their previous reflections.

So I sat down, grabbing onto only one of the scratchy ropes, and enjoying the way I could rest my elbow against my side now that I was using the swing to its fullest potential. I stopped caring about the probability of the ropes snapping under our combined body weight. The worst that could possibly happen was I bruised my tailbone a little bit, but I wouldn’t care past the initial embarrassment. At least I had someone to show that with.

“Do you ever think about what’s out there?” They asked once I was settled on the wood slab as comfortably as I could muster. Being boney didn’t necessarily help. Before I could answer, they continued. “I can tell you’re a man of science, if the fact dump wasn’t any indicator, but I mean beyond the facts, and the known.”

“No, I don’t think about it.” It was a lie, I think about it every time I’m here, but I wanted nothing more in this moment than to know how they saw the stars.

“I do. Quite frequently, actually. I mean, I’ve read every book there ever was about the stars and space, but there is still no answer to my question.”

“What question?” I had to know.

“What’s exactly written in the stars,” they replied, using their hands to showcase the sky above us. I sat back and thought for a while. Like the books they’ve read, I too didn’t have the response to their question. God, how I wish I did.

I don’t know how long we sat there quietly. One of the perks of total darkness in the dead of night is that the moon couldn’t tell time the way the sun did. We got lost in the cosmos together, contemplating sharing our own troubled thoughts with each other. It would have felt right if we did, but alas, the ringing of my cell phone dropped a pin in our reflections.

“I- I’m sorry, I have to take this,” I rushed out before standing up and accepting the incoming call from Penelope. I knew it was a case before her bubbly voice rang through my celular. I allowed the disappointment to bleed through my tone when I told her I would be back at the BAU shortly, hoping that the small release of the emotion would be enough to ward it off in time to turn back around. 

It didn’t.

They were already looking at me expectantly when I made my way back to the swing, bending down to retrieve my satchel I had abandoned on the ground. The amount of guilt on my face must have been enough to tell them I had to leave abruptly, despite the fact that the only thing I wanted to do was stay for even just a second.

“That’s okay,” they spoke softly, giving me a tight lipped smile. “We’ll see each other again.”

“How do you know?” I couldn’t help but be skeptical. Life never did work out in my favor. They looked up at the sky once more before answering.

“Just a feeling.” I let a full grin break out at their response, the first one I’ve had when visiting this place. I turned around to start my journey back to the office where dark, and twisted things lurked behind manilla folders. Before starting my descent however, I spun around quickly, almost losing my footing and taking a tumble.

“Woah there tiger, don’t hurt yourself,” they giggled at me, one that I returned with my own breathy laugh.

“I just don’t know your name.” It baffled me a little bit that I hadn’t thought to ask before this, but they just gave me one last smile, tilting their head in faux contemplation.

“Ask me next time.” I will.

***

It’s been a year since I met them, and I haven’t seen them since. Not for a lack of trying however. After that case, I went there every night until a new one arose, this time taking me to Oregon. They hadn’t been back, and part of me wondered if it was because of me. Did I not try hard enough the first time? Should I have ignored my ringer until my phone had 5 missed calls from Penelope?

But then my eidetic memory swooped in to save me from going down that road, one of the only times it wasn’t the cause of my self destructive thoughts. Because while I replayed the conversation over in my head wondering where it went wrong, I remembered their eyes, and their smile.

I remembered what it felt like to sit with them, and thankfully that was enough to convince myself our meeting wasn’t in vain.

I never was the kind of man to believe in the universe. The whole notion that “everything happens for a reason,” felt like a lie created to somehow blame an external force on the chaos in one’s life. There were so many things in my life that had no reason for happening, and to blame that on anything or anyone but myself would be a cheap excuse of a way out.

But for some odd reason, the universe aside, I believed in them, and strangely enough, I don’t think they would have blamed me for the life I had to live. So, as I sit down tonight on this familiar piece of wood, I choose to stare at the stars instead of the ground, and believe that if I spoke aloud, maybe they would hear me.

And they did, because my efforts to sit on one side of the swing in case they returned to me were not in vain. I didn’t look over, I didn’t have to to know it was them. I had already relaxed once their presence was known in my peripherals.

“Y/N,” they spoke, causing me to change my view on the stars to their side profile. It wasn’t all that different than staring at the constellations spread around us. “My name’s Y/N.”

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 6)

well enjoy another part with some nasty business and some shit that’s about to go down hehehe

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 3.9k

warning: NSFW content

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“Hey! Stop that! You have your own!” you scold Harry, but let him steal some of your food even though he is eating the same thing. That boyish smirk on his face just makes it worth, he could get away with anything.

“But I swear yours taste better!” he defends himself, returning to his own bowl, half filled with your favorite fast recipe, pasta with pesto, edamame beans and cherry tomatoes. It’s so easy to make, you used to eat it all the time when you first moved away from your parents and had to figure out what to eat every day.

Now you are currently at Harry’s for the second day straight, having gifted with the privilege of being free from work for more than a few hours at the same time. Making a use of it, you were quick to show up at his home, but the two of you were also fast to eat his fridge out and this was the only thing you could make from the things left in his kitchen. He clearly likes it just as much as you do. Lying comfortable on his side, propped up on one elbow, he is wearing only his boxers, his full chest on display for your greedy eyes, but you are showing just as much skin yourself too, sitting only in your bra and some extremely short shorts.

“They taste the same, H. Made it myself, came from the same pot,” you tell him teasingly, but he just smirks and puckers his lips, signaling that he wants a kiss that you happily give him leaning closer to him.

“And you made it very delicious.”

You’ve been enjoying your time with Harry recently a lot more to the fullest, knowing that he is set to leave for his tour very soon. Your upcoming months however don’t seem too crowded, since you still haven’t heard back from that mystery movie you auditioned for such a painfully long time, so you just took it as they didn’t choose you. Not a big deal, in fact, you’ll have more time on your hand and might even be able to visit Harry quite often, making your time apart more bearable. There are only a few weeks left until he won’t be just a car drive away from you, so you clearly want to make the best out of this time.

When the food is gone and you are both full, Harry takes the bowls and just tosses them to the nightstand, adding to the mess you two have managed to create since you arrived. Cleaning up after yourselves wasn’t really your number one priority when you were gifted with so much alone time. Saying you’ll take care of it afterwards made you end up with dirty clothes splattered across the floor, countless mugs and glasses hiding at different spots in his bedroom and the kitchen sink filled with dishes to be washed. You know you can’t put the cleaning back any longer, but it feels so nice to just get lost in his big, comfy bed and forget about the outside. It’s something neither of you are lucky enough to have too often.

“How about we have a shower?” he suggests with a devious smirk and you already know he wasn’t thinking just about showering.

“Mm, is this your way of telling me I smell?” you tease him, making him laugh as he reaches out and curling an arm around you he pulls you down, right on top of him, his arms locking you in his embrace. Leaning closer he sniffs first your neck and before you could realize what the hell he is doing, he is already poking his nose into your armpit.

“Harry! No!” you laugh trying to push him away, but he just keeps going, sniffing around you wherever he can, that grin never grin away from his face.

“I think you smell splendid, Angel,” he then concludes and still laughing, you roll off of him, lying on your back as he pushes himself up on one arm again, smirking down on you.

“I can’t believe you sometimes. You are so weird,” you huff, but obviously don’t mean it in a bad way.

“Oh, says the one who spent fifteen minutes yesterday with comparing her navel to mine,” he snorts, making you gasp.

“Hey! That was an interesting observation! Yours is deeper!”

“And it’s important because…?” he implies, but you just roll your eyes at him.

“Shut up. Are we gonna shower or not then?” you ask, trying to divert the attention from your stunt yesterday. His eyes immediately light up, pushing himself up from the bed and holding a hand out for you to help you up as well.

Walking into his bedroom the two of you start undressing without any shyness, already feeling so familiar around each other as if you’ve been married for a decade. Harry makes it unbelievably easy to let loose and be yourself around him, you just know you could do anything, the weirdest shit even and he wouldn’t bat an eye, in fact he would probably do it with you if he is not the one to start it in the first place. He is exceptionally confident in his skin, being naked doesn’t scare him in the slightest and though you are more or less in peace with your body, the way he worships you and is clearly obsessed with everything about you makes you feel free and confident as well.

Harry starts the water while you put your hair up into a high bun, not in the mood to deal with your wet hair today, while Harry grabs one of his little hairclips and pins his hair from the front back.

“You look adorable with your hairclip,” you smirk at him, biting into your bottom lip.

“Adorable? S’ that really what you’d call a naked man standing in front of you?” he asks with raised eyebrows, a small smile playing on his perfectly pink lips.

“Okay, then up from here,” you start pointing at his neck, “you look adorable. The rest is… breathtaking. You satisfied?” you correct yourself.

“I think I will be soon,” he smirks slyly, his hands grabbing your wrists as he pulls you into the shower.

It starts off normally, he really wanted to shower, so passing around the shower gel you both wash yourselves first. It takes an expected turn when you are standing under the water, washing the foam away from your body, Harry’s wandering hands finding your waist. Soon his chest is pressed up against your back, lips nibbling on the skin on your shoulder and when you push your hips back, you feel just how excited he is to be showering with you.

You hum to yourself as he turns you around, pressing his soft lips to yours before they travel down your body, giving each of your breasts the same amount of attention before moving down further. When he is on his knees, his fingers press into your thighs, lips peppering kisses on your lower stomach and just as he is slowly moving even further, his eyes snap up, meeting with your gaze. Breathing feels like a hard task when you stare down at him on his knees in front of you, especially when his hand urges your right leg to lift and he easily puts it to his shoulder.

“Grab onto something, Angel. Don’t slip,” he warns, right as his mouth starts on your bud. A moan slips through your lips, one hand holding onto his hair while you smack the other against the wall of the shower. He curls his arm around your thigh on his shoulder, keeping you in place as his tongue and lips work on your clit. In total ecstasy, you try to buckle your hip so he has more excess and he surely uses it all to your benefit. The way he swirls his tongue, teasing the sensitive skin, kissing and sucking on you, he takes your breath away.

“Fuck, Harry!” you whimper, eyes shutting close when you feel his fingers, the ones that are not pressed into your flesh of your thigh, play with your wetness between your slick lips.

Harry is all about pleasing, that you’ve learned quickly. Watching his partner fall apart under his hands, tongue or other body parts brings him a kind of satisfaction not many can enjoy. He takes his time with you, makes sure you are enjoying yourself on the fullest and he surely doesn’t stop until you are completely satisfied.

His lips feel like they were meant to kiss you on your mouth and everywhere else. He teasingly slides one finger inside you, testing the waters out how well you are reacting before adding another one and picking up a comfortable pace, sliding them in and out of you relentlessly.

You keep panting his name as you feel your orgasm building up inside you, every bit of your body screaming to reach your high. Harry picks up his pace, lips sucking on your clit in the most heavenly way and you want to ask where he learned to do the things he does, but you are way too caught up in enjoying his knowledge to even form a word that’s not his name or something obscene slipping out in the heat of the moment.

Your leg that’s still on the floor starts to feel numb, your knee buckling from the sensation that’s just so close to the edge, but you catch yourself in time, smacking your back against the fall for more support.

“You alright?” he asks mumbling against your center.

“Yes! Yes, just please don’t stop!” you beg and he doesn’t need another word, he is back at making wonders to your body.

It builds and builds until you can barely breathe and then, as if the bubble just pops, satisfaction washes over your body, you cry out his name as you ride the feeling, legs going weak but you manage to hold yourself up just right. Your chest is still heaving when Harry puts your other leg back down to the floor and placing a few soft kisses on his way up to your stomach, he finally stands back.

“Feeling alright?” he asks, so damn full of himself, the satisfaction with himself is all over his face, but you’ll give this one to him. He deserves it all after what he just did.

“Alright? I’m fucking fantastic,” you chuckle kissing his lips softly, the lingering taste of your own orgasm can be still felt on them. Glancing down you see that he is still rock hard. “Think I can handle some more, though. What do you say?”

“You sure?” he asks, but instead of answering you press your lips on his and soon enough it’s you who is pressed up against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist as he rocks himself into you.

When you finally leave the steamed up bathroom, you put on a shirt of his with a clean pair of panties, Harry only opting for a loose pair of basketball shorts. Agreeing that it’s time for some cleaning up you offer to collect the dirty dishes from his bedroom while he starts to wash the pile in the sink. Gathering the empty glasses you have your hands full as you are about to head out to the kitchen when your phone starts ringing on Harry’s nightstand. Glancing at the screen you see that it’s Mona so you put down the glasses and answer the call.

“Hey, what’s up?” you ask, hoping she has something new to tell you about any upcoming castings.

“Hi! Y/N, I have excellent news!” she beams immediately and you straighten up, already excited for what she has to say.

“Tell me then!”

“Okay, I know that those endless castings were a pain in the ass, but I just got a call from them. They want you as the lead actress!”

“Wait, really? I was already thinking they didn’t choose me because of the long wait.”

“They had a lot of people in consideration and then something came up with the production that forced the casting process to come to a halt, but they just offered you the role, I’ll email you all the deets. Guess who’s gonna be the director!” “I have absolutely no idea, since they were never there at the castings,” you huff. Out of the million times they asked for you to go in, the director showed up at none of them, only got the tapes, which you found odd, but you are no one to question someone’s method, especially when they chose you at the end.

“It’s Taika Waititi! Y/N, this is major. This movie is already promised to be Oscar worthy!”

“Oh fuck, now I know why they were so mysterious about it,” you chuckle in disbelief.

“We’ll have some paperwork to do very soon, filming is set to begin in a month,” Mona says and it puts you on alert.

“Wait, what? A month?”

“Yeah. If you sign the papers, you are gonna move to the set for almost three months in four short weeks!”

“That’s very soon, Mona. I wasn’t expecting to film so suddenly,” you reply, feeling the panic crawl up on your spine. You were set to have some smaller projects, which you assume will be pushed way back and then there is Harry… You were really looking forward to visit him on tour often, but if you’ll be trapped on set for three months, there’s no way you’ll be able to visit even just once. It messes up all your plans.

“You’ve done it on way shorter notice before, Y/N. You’ll be fine. I’ll send you everything today and we’ll talk about when you’ll be able to sign the papers. I gotta run now, but congrats, girl! It’s a huge step!” she cheers before ending the call, leaving you dumbfounded.

You were not expecting today to go this way, this phone call singlehandedly threw all your plans right into the trash. It’s not that you’re not thankful for having such an amazing opportunity in your career… but thinking about all the time with Harry you’ll have to pass on. It certainly does not make you happy.

Sitting on the edge of the bed you take a minute to yourself, thinking about what to do and the thought that’s starting to form inside you will definitely not impress Harry, but you don’t feel like you have a choice.

Gathering the glasses once again you finally join Harry in the kitchen who is finishing up at the sink right when you walk out.

“Were you on the phone?” he asks after mumbling a soft thank you for bringing the glasses out.

“Yeah, it was my agent,” you nod timidly, suddenly feeling out of place in Harry’s home.

“Was it… bad news?” he asks, judging from the look you currently have on.

“I uhh… You remember all those castings they kept asking me to come to a little while ago?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I got the part. Leading role,” you simply state and Harry looks at you, stunned, pride all over his face, but it soon deflates when he sees that you’re still not too happy about it.

“Why the long face then, Angel? A leading role is a big deal!”

“Filming starts in a month, I’ll be away for three months,” you tell him and watch as it clicks in his head as well. His face falls from excitement to slight disappointment but then he masks it with concern.

“I hope you’re not thinking about turning it down.”

“It’s not really an option. The movie is promised to be a big hit, I would be stupid not to take the role, though I admit it’s a shitty timing.”

Harry nods in agreement as he shuts the water off and dries his hands in a kitchen towel, seemingly deep in his thoughts.

“I guess we’ll have to work with what we have,” he then says, but you can tell he is frustrated this is what you have to face. As if you haven’t had enough trouble with time management, now fate seems to be making it impossible for you to see each other.

The words are already on your mind, but you’re not sure how to say it without upsetting him too much. Nothing ensures he won’t take it the wrong way, so you just have to simply go for it and hope for the best.

“Let’s sit down for a minute,” you suggest and taking his hand you lead him to the couch.

When both of you are settled, you take a deep breath and decide to just be honest, it’s something Harry appreciates a lot.

“I want you to listen to me before you say anything, okay? I really want you to understand my reasoning,” you plead and he nods shortly, eyebrows pulled together as he listens to you carefully. “I know what I’m like when I’m filming. I can get really stressed and lost in my own head, I always lose touch with the outside. My friends know it, my family knows it, they just expect me to be like that at this point. I’ve been really enjoying spending time with you Harry, but I just don’t want to disappoint you, because what you got from me these past weeks won’t be the same as I’ll be like when I’m away working. And I know we haven’t talked about what we are and I really wish this could happen differently, but I think it would be best if we didn’t make any promises until it’s a better time for the both of us. I would hate to think that I’m holding you back while you’re away on tour and I don’t want you to be disappointed in me either. I know this sounds illogical and like I’m trying to run away, but it’s not that. I just know how hard it can get and I don’t want either of us to get hurt.”

Harry takes his time thinking about what you just said, really chewing the words before he reacts anything and the more time passes, the more anxious you are feeling yourself becoming.

“Is that really what would make you feel… secure?” he then asks, calm and a little prim.

“Talking from experience, yes,” you nod, still expecting him to lash out on you, but it’s just not happening.

“Can we still… talk?”

“Of course!” she breathes out. “It can all stay like this, it’s just…” You’re really trying your best to tell him what it’s all about for you, but it’s hard to find the right words. “It’s the strings, Harry. If we don’t have that, I won’t feel like I disappointed you when I eventually let you down.”

“How are you so sure you’ll let me down?” he asks, a little frown pulling on his face.

“I’m not, but it’s in the cards. It wouldn’t… it wouldn’t be the first time for me to mess it up,” you add quietly, eyes snapping down at your hands. “I would rather not get your hopes up, is all.”

Harry wants to protest. He wants to tell you all about how he thinks you’re wrong and that you could never let him down, but he keeps it all to himself. Instead, he decides to respect your decision and wait for the time to be right. It’s gonna be hard for him, quite like Hell, but if it means he can keep you close, he’d gladly do it for you.

“Alright. So then no strings attached,” he nods at last, surprising you with his calm manner and seemingly easy reaction.

“You’re not mad?” you ask stunned and a little puzzled.

“I mean I’m not a fan of the idea, but I can clearly see this is what would make you feel comfortable so I’m willing to work with whatever we have,” he explains, your heart sinking a little at his words. Disappointment, it’s already showing, you think to yourself.

“I-I’m sorry, it’s just that I really—“ you start stuttering, but he cuts you right off.

“Y/N, stop. It’s all gonna be fine, okay? I appreciate your honesty, really, not many would have had the guts to talk about it so openly, but you did. You told me exactly how you feel and that’s a great start. The timing of everything is very off, but we’re gonna make it work, alright? I have time, we’ve got time.”

For the first time since you told him the news, you finally see him smile. It’s weak and not as bright as you’d want it, but it’s there and it brings you the relief you wanted.

Scooting closer you cup his face and kiss him, trying to put every emotion you are feeling into it, hoping he would get the message that you are so very thankful for the way he is handling it, not making it even harder than how it already is.

“Do I still get to kiss you though?” he mumbles against your lips, hands already gripping your hips as he pulls you to his lap that you straddle more than happily.

“Oh, you get to do so much more,” you breathe out, kissing him over and over again.

It’s gonna be hard. And definitely painful. You didn’t want things to go this way and though everything in you is protesting against what you just agreed on with Harry, you know you’ll have more peace this way until you can finally focus on figuring out where you’re really standing with Harry. A relationship is a lot of time and effort, which neither of you have enough of right now, so this decision needed to be made. You both know it.

 ***

 The cast of Sinful Heaven is finally full!

The highly respected director, Taika Waititi is back in action with a very promising new movie that is promised to take our breath away. Casting for the production has been in action for months, names such as Timothée Chalamet, Maya Hawke and Colin Firth have been announced to take part in the upcoming coming of age drama that follows the struggles of an young woman who grew up as an orphan, now facing many challenges in life after leaving the system with nothing in her hands. The leading role was eventually offered to the promising young actress, Y/N Y/L/N a week ago and the cast is now finally full with one last addition!

Levi Hudson was announced to join the movie in a supporting role, who already shared the exciting news on his Twitter. Following his statement about the movie, people were quick to question whether he was the best choice, but it wasn’t his acting skills that made them doubtful but his past romantic relationship to the woman in the leading role, Y/N Y/L/N.

The pair previously dated for over a year in 2018 and rumored to have some bad blood since their split in early 2019, however neither of them have confirmed the gossips. Will they be able to be professional and put their spiteful past behind for the sake of the movie? And does Harry Styles, Y/N’s rumored new beau have anything to say about the news of the exes working together? We will all have to wait to find it out!

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The Last Chthonian

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

Part 10

A/N: I can’t believe I’m already on part 10 for this series and to be honest it’s fun to write. And in all seriousness, the tumblr mobile app needs to allow you to put a read more link. But anyways love you all and let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list! Mwah! 🖤🖤🖤

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appear at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language, some violence, and blood

“Im sorry, did you just say Madripoor?” You blinked at Zemo, dreading the destination ahead of you.

“What’s up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Sam questioned, looking between you and Zemo.

“Imagine Mos Eisley from Tatooine but without the aliens and blasters.” You tried to make an analogy. “In other words, a shithole. And to be honest, I’d rather be in Mos Eisley.”

“It’s an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s.” Bucky explained to Sam.

“It’s kept its lawless ways.” Zemo added before turning to James. “But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.”

You had a feeling Zemo would suggest all of you going in with different identities, and being the only woman in the group, you already had a wild guess you weren’t going to be ecstatic about yours. You looked to Bucky with a frown on your lips. You knew what Zemo had meant towards him, and you didn’t know how it would affect him to transition back into the person he tried so hard to deviate from. Bucky saw the sympathetic smile you gave him, and he returned it with a look that reassured you that he would be fine.

“Y/n.” Zemo now spoke to you, tilting his head to meet your eyes. “I’m sure you are aware of the conditions.”

“Zemo if you...” Bucky trailed off as he glared at him, silently warning him to watch what he says next.

Sam and Bucky kept their eyes on Zemo, waiting to hear what his suggested persona for you was and ready to beat his ass if he dared to suggest something that would be demeaning to you.

“No way in the pits of Tartarus. I am not going in as an escort.” You voiced with a clenched jaw. “And if it’s eye candy you need, you have Sam.”

Sam gave you a surprised look from your comment, flattered to have you recommend him to be the designated eye candy before going back to the topic at hand. “Hell no Zemo. You’re not having y/n pretend to be an escort.”

“I’m afraid Sam is already going as someone.” Zemo sat back with his hands folded in his lap. “And don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on having you go as an escort, it isn’t befitting of a baron like me. Plus, I figured it would be uncomfortable for you, so I was going to suggest you act as my fiancé, if you are willing of course.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, pondering on the subject. You were a bit relieved in all honesty. But to pretend to be Zemo’s fiancé and be in close and almost physical proximities with him?

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to y/n.” Sam uttered to you.

“I’ll do it.” You confirmed.

“Are you sure?” Zemo asked you again, making sure you were comfortable with acting the part.

“I thought Zemo might step out of line with this one, but we don’t want you to do something that will make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m sure. I’ve had to do things I wasn’t comfortable with plenty of times in the past.”

Once you had all landed, Zemo decided to stop by a place so that you all may get dressed. You had already packed a dress and a pair of heels with you just in case for situations like these, since this wasn’t the first time you had to dress up for a mission. The dress you wore was a black, burned velvet silk slip-like dress with the velvet print being dark red roses. The dress wasn’t too tight to be constricting of movement and fit perfectly around around your curves. If the situation should arise that you needed to defend yourself, you needed the freedom to be able to move. Going down, the fabric flared slightly at your hips, brushing barely against the floor with your heels on. The skirt was slightly sheer from the bottom of your thighs and down with the floral velvet print, and had a slit going up your right thigh, perfect for kicking and concealing your dagger. The top torso portion of the front of your dress was a spaghetti strap cowl neckline that stopped just above the curve of your breasts, allowing for just a bit of cleavage. Your back was left bare, stopping at your mid back with thin straps that came across in a pattern. Your dress almost had a Grecian/witchy look from the way it draped over your chest and hips. It wasn’t too formal or too scandalous, it was elegant and classy, and showed just the right amount of skin where it wouldn’t be too revealing.

Even though you completely loathed and detested heels of any kinds, your heels were fairly simple, made of black velvet with straps that came across your ankles and toes. You dreaded heaving to wear them but at the same time you’d stick out like a sore thumb if you wore your docs with these. Perhaps you should’ve brought your nicer sandals, but it was too late now. You kept on your mother’s necklace and wore a set of amethyst drop earrings, throwing on a silver cuff bracelet on each wrist. Your hair was let loose to conceal your short sword that you hid on your back underneath your dress, the hilt resting right between your shoulder blades. You prayed that having your hair down would cover the scars and the sword you had on your back. But you were mostly focused about the scars, you failed to mention them to the guys about it since it was something that was hard for you to share. The only makeup you had on was some eyeshadow and mascara to darken your eyes, very little blush, and a lip tint.

The last thing to do was to put on some perfume, so you spritzed on your favorite oil based one that you had from Olympus on your pulse points. The scent was filled with incense-like scents like dragon’s blood, sage, crushed red roses, sandalwood, ghostly white musk, absinthe, almonds, and heady gardenia. It wasn’t as harsh as the common alcohol based ones, this one was more earthy and ancient, and every time you wore it, the scent lingered and heads turned. You gave yourself a once over when you were done, taking in a deep breath before heading out to join the others.

You became nervous as you saw them gathered together, talking amongst themselves as they haven’t noticed you yet. You rarely ever wore dresses these days, especially of the kind you were wearing now which left you feeling bare and exposed even though the dress wasn’t at all much revealing. So as you approached them, you couldn’t help picking at your fingers in anxiety.

The men turned at the sound of your heels clicking against the ground, and when they laid their eyes on you, they couldn’t help but gawk with their mouths parted open, as if they had seen the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth. You chewed on the inside of your cheeks as you saw how they stared at you.

“Wow.” Sam was the first to say something. “You look like a million bucks.”

“What? Never seen a woman in a dress before?”

“No, I’ve just never seen you in a dress before.” Sam answered. “You’re always dressed like some hippie/librarian, with your bands shirts, sweaters, plaid pants and jackets.”

“Haha vary funny.”

“Also since when did you have muscles?” Sam noticed as he poked your bare arm. “And since when did you have a tattoo?” He observed the mark you had on your upper right arm, right below your shoulder. It was the mark that was given to you to signify your Olympian status and what you represented. It was about the color that henna left behind after you wiped the paste off your skin, the color of ginger and bronze. The center of your mark was a lightning bolt, which represented a child of Zeus. Below that was your symbol, the torch and the triple moons.

“Since when did you start asking so many questions? But yeah, I’ve always had muscles Sam, I was trained in combat since I was, you could say 9 years old in human years. Also, technically everyone has them, it’s what allows us to move and lift things. And that.” You pointed to your tattoo. “Is my goddess mark, not a tattoo. Every Olympian god has one and they each have their personal symbol that represents them.”

“Wait, so you’ve been trained since you were a kid?” Bucky looked at you to clarify what he heard as they all started to head out.

“Technically, everyone on Olympus starts training that young. Then, when they become of age, a tournament is held to display their skills, following a ceremony after, to celebrate their victory.” You explained as you walked beside them.

The four of you were currently walking on the bridge that led to Madripoor. You could see the city’s skyline out in the distance, the cyberpunk like buildings lighting up the night sky.

“Do you need my coat?” You heard Zemo say beside you, making you look at him.

“Sorry?”

“Do you need my coat?” He repeated himself, referring to how your arms were bare against the cool night. “I wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

You stared at him, stunned from the kind gesture as you tried to form words to say. “Oh uh.....I appreciate the gesture, but I’m fine actually. I’m not that cold.” Though you didn’t want to admit it, you actually would’ve liked to try on his coat, because in all honesty it was a damn nice coat.

“We have to fix this.” You heard Sam say with irritation visible in his voice. “I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.”

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing.” Zemo mentioned as he pulled out his phone to show Sam. “The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.”

“He even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me, though.” Sam observed the photo.

“You smell this?”

“Yeah, what is that? Acid?” Sam sniffed the air as you did the same.

“Smells rancid.” You scrunched your nose at the smell.

“Madripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error.” Zemo instructed as a black car pulled up in front of you. “High Town’s that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town’s the other way.”

“Let me guess. We don’t have any friends in High Town.” Sam remarked as he opened the door for the back seat.

“Y/n. A moment please, if you will.” Zemo uttered to you.

You stopped in your tracks, seeing Bucky and Sam stand on either side of the car doors, looking between the two of you and especially Zemo, with caution. You nodded your head at them, signaling you were fine and that they can get seated. And though they sat themselves inside the car, that didn’t stop them from keeping their eyes glued to Zemo to make sure he didn’t pull anything stupid.

“What’s the issue?” You turned to Zemo, giving him your attention.

“Since you will be portraying my fiancé, there’s a certain key element you will be needing to complete the image.” You watched as he pulled out a ring from his coat pocket, displaying it in front of you. “If I may?”

You stared at Zemo blankly before nodding your head and holding out your left hand for him. You knew this was only for a show, but you couldn’t help but stiffen as he delicately held your hand with his gloved one before slipping the ring onto your ring finger.

“There.” Hi smiled softly at you, his hand still holding yours. “Now you look the part.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, his thumb brushing against your knuckles, leaving behind a trail of warmth as he gazed down at you. Zemo swore he could have gotten lost in the violet swirls and gold flecks of your eyes forever, which now sparkled against Madripoor’s lit up skyline, the neon city and the places he’s visited not even coming close to the beauty he held before him.

You tried not to blush under his gaze as you gave him a polite smile before slipping your hand out of his. “I should probably change my eyes huh.” You remembered, changing your eyes to a normal color known to earth. “Should I hide the scar?” You asked him, referring to the one on your face.

“I think you should leave it. It suits you, and besides, you never know who might recognize you without it.”

Nodding your head at him, you headed to the car and settling in beside Bucky as Zemo followed, getting in the passenger seat in front of you. In the car ride there, you glanced down at the ring Zemo slipped on your finger, it was definitely a beautiful elegant ring, with a rose gold band and a pear cut garnet in the center that had diamonds that accented the bottom. Once you arrived in the city, you walked through the neon lit streets beside Zemo while Sam and Bucky followed behind. You loosened up your body as you went, swaying your hips slightly as you tried your best not to walk like a bodyguard and look threatening as everyone’s eyes followed the four of you strolling through the streets.

“Here we are.” Zemo announced, stopping in front of a bar before speaking to Bucky in Russian. “Ready to comply… Winter Soldier?”

As you went in, Zemo leaned in to whisper in your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck and startling you as he spoke in a hushed tone. “I want to apologize in advance, forgive me.”

You looked at him with furrowed brows to question what he meant until you felt his gloved hand slide across your back before resting on your waist, pulling you closer to his side. You noticed how his hand fumbled after brushing across your sword as he gave you a questioning look. What was that on your back? Did you really conceal a full on sword on your back underneath your dress? On your way to the bar table you saw people stare as you went through, some of them gawking in surprise at Bucky, or the winter soldier as he was now portraying, while the slimy men in the area roamed their eyes over your body hungrily. Zemo noticed your uneasiness from the way your muscles tensed, though your face didn’t show a sign of it, and glared at the men who dared to lay their eyes on you, only pulling you closer to him to prove that you were with him while Bucky and Sam noticed this as well and positioned themselves where you were blocked from the view of your peers, allowing you to breathe a little better as you approached the bar.

“Hello, gentlemen.” The bartender greeted you all. “Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

“His plans changed.” Zemo answered for him. “We have business to do with Selby.”

“The usual?”

Sam nodded his head.

“And for the lady?”

“Um Something fruity.” You answered with a flirtatious smile, silently hoping they had something like that on the menu and that you hadn’t blown their cover by ordering the wrong drink.

The bartender handed you what looked to be a pineapple martini and you internally thanked the gods for your sheer bit of luck, taking the drink and thanking the bartender with another smile. You watched as he went to work on Sam’s drink, pulling out of a jar what definitely was a snake. You gulped, your stomach feeling nauseous as you saw the bartender cut open the dead snake, taking out its guts and throwing it in the shot glass. You were mortified to say the least, snakes were one of your symbols and you had owned plenty of the gentle little creatures. You shot Sam a sympathetic look once you saw his expression.

“Cheers.” Zemo held up his glass while Sam stared at his before gathering the courage to drink it all in one go. If Sam wasn’t going to throw up, you were going to do it for him.

While your eyes were trained on Sam’s expression, you felt someone breathe over your neck before feeling a clammy hand graze across your ass.

“Hey baby-“

Your eyes widened before you grabbed the wrist of the man behind you in one quick motion, twisting his arm to an unnatural position as you yanked it away from your body, causing the sleazy looking individual let out a yelp of pain. You would’ve crushed his wrist like crumpled paper if Zemo hadn’t put a cautionary hand on your arm as he whispered to you. “Careful now.”

You let go of the man’s wrist before shoving him aside like a pile of garbage. If their identity wasn’t at risk of being revealed, Zemo, Sam, and Bucky would have gone over there and beat the guy up after you were done with him.

“I got word from high. You ain’t welcome here.” You watched from behind Zemo as a bearded man approached him.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me…” Zemo gestured towards Bucky.

“New haircut?”

“Or bring Selby for a chat.”

The man glanced between Zemo and Bucky before leaving.

“A power broker? Really?” Sam turned to Zemo.

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?” You asked.

“Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner.”

Another man was approaching in your direction, most likely to kick you all out or worse, and after following your gaze, Zemo turned to Bucky, speaking to him in Russian just as the man laid a hand on his shoulder. “Winter Soldier. Attack.”

You stood back, watching as Bucky grabbed the dude’s arm and twisted it back. You refrained yourself from intervening as Bucky took down the men that fought against him.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo commented to you and Sam.

Bucky slammed one of the men down on the counter. And as you heard the clicking of guns being loaded, your defensive mode nearly kicked in as you almost reached for your sword before Zemo stopped you.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.” Zemo whispered to you both before turning to Bucky and speaking in Russian again. “Well done soldier.”

You let your arm drop back down to your side, not a single change in your expression as you eyed everyone around you.

“Selby will see you now.” The bartender spoke up after getting off the phone.

Zemo gave him a thanks, nodding you over and holding out his hand for you to take as you went to his side again, Bucky and Sam following after you. You went through a back door, going down a dark corridor with Zemo’s hand on your back as he guided you through.

“You should know, Baron. People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.” You heard a woman’s voice speak, turning your head to see an older woman in a suit with short white hair lounging back on the coach with her security around her.

“Not a demand. An offer.” Zemo sat down on the couch before waving you over when he saw you standing near Sam. “Come sit schatzi.”

You straightened up, plastering a smile on your face as you went over to him. Selby’s eyes followed you curiously as you placed your hand in his, your eyes rapidly moving in nervousness for what area would be the most appropriate area to sit. Were you......were you supposed to sit on his lap? Is that how couples work? No, that would be inappropriate. Before things got awkward, you quickly plopped down on the empty spot next to him, crossing over your leg in a way so that it draped over his, leaving your thigh completely exposed from the slit in your dress, save for the dagger that still remained hidden. Sam and Bucky widened their eyes at what you just did, while Zemo stiffened at this sudden movement from you as you also draped one arm around his shoulders, bringing yourself closer to him. Were you even doing this right?

“A lot has changed since you were here last.” Selby observed the two of you before her eyes landed on your ring. “Who’s this pretty little thing?”

“This.” Zemo looked at you with a loving look, throwing an arm around your waist to draw circles on your bare back, while his other hand rested on your thigh, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps on your skin as you felt shivers go down your spine. “Is my fiancé. Gorgeous isn’t she?”

How long has it been since you were this close and personal to someone? The last you could remember, women still wore corsets and people still rode carriages. You felt your body heat up from being this close to him, and from the way he stroked your back. How was a mortal man able to leave you feeling like this? If he was able to send shivers down your spine with the mere touch on your back with his gloved hand, you wondered how it would feel to have his bare hands on you, just skin to skin. And if you were being honest, you never really were a fan of cologne but his smelled of a deeper earthy tones with hints of musk, and you were surprised and almost ashamed to say you liked how he smelled. You returned the same loving look to Zemo, trying to make it as believable as possible as you ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head before placing a kiss on his jaw close to his ear. Sam and Bucky couldn’t believe their eyes at the scene before them, the same you who preferred to be a hermit and didn’t go on dates because it involved human interaction, was cuddling up to none other than Helmut Zemo himself. Zemo’s breath faltered a bit from from your touch as he swallowed the lump in his throat, struggling not to break character. Being this close to you, he was able to get a whiff of your perfume and my goodness, Zemo felt as if he could drown in your scent, you smelled like the heavens, not overbearingly sweet, but dark and luxurious and even seductive. Is this what vampires and sirens smelled like when they lured people to their deaths? You raised a brow at Zemo, your heightened senses were picking up on his breathing patterns and heartbeat. Was he getting nervous?

“Extremely.” Selby commented, smirking at the two of you before roaming her eyes over your body. You could feel her taking you in but you kept your eyes trained on the side of Zemo’s face. “Where did you pick this one up? She looks like a fighter.”

“As they say, why not get a woman who can do both. She was part of the Sokovian armed forces, I met her through there.”

“By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?” Selby added after finally taking her eyes off you.

“People like us always find a way, don’t we? I’m sure you’ve already figured out what I’m here for.”

“You’re taller than I’d heard, Smiling Tiger.” Selby turned to Sam with a flirtatious grin, using her hand in a claw like manner as she let out a purr. “What’s the offer?”

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum.” Zemo got up off the couch, going over to Bucky and holding his chin between his fingers. “And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.”

“Now that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right. The super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank. Or… condemn, depending on what side of this you’re on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but… things didn’t go as planned.”

“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?”

“Oh. The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me. But.....” She turned you with a sly smile which made your insides turn. “Throw her in with the package and you have yourself a deal.”

Zemo, Sam, and Bucky turned to look at you with dread upon hearing her words. This wasn’t at all part of the plan.

“No, no no. That wasn’t the deal.” Zemo stepped over to where you sat, blocking you from her. “She’s not for sale.”

“Why not?” Selby raised her brow at Zemo. “I’m pretty sure a man like you could pick up someone else to be your plaything or fiancé or whatever. I like this one in particular.” She turned to you again.

“That’s not-“ Zemo started before he was cut off by Sam’s cellphone vibrating.

You breath was caught in your throat and it felt as if the room had dropped in temperature. You could feel the tension floating around the air as everyone’s eyes were trained on Sam now, making you sit up straight and uncross your legs so that they were planted firmly on the ground. Your hand rested on your thigh just above where the hilt of your dagger was as your eyes darted around the room, watching each and every person like a hawk about to swoop down on its prey. You had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well.

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