#or is this what being forcefully locked at the front and locked out of headspace feels like?

[kitticula]

healing from brain damage is definitely the worst injury ive ever had to heal from so far 😞 this shit is so difficult yall

[1987vampire]

spoiled dog. | Masky

Fandom: Creepypasta / Marble Hornets Word Count: 3.8k Warnings: PET PLAY, puppyspace!reader x owner!Tim, transmale!reader (fem body/masc names), cockwarming (in mouth), degradation and praise kink, face slapping, spanking, collar and ears, heavily submissive reader. A/N: Still in the poly!proxies universe. They will never be seperate. Extra:

The space under Tim and Brian’s desk was more comfortable than it should be. This was not fair. Of course, you were going to be here at any given opportunity. After all, they had made the space so nice for you – even if you had torn it apart and put it back together the right way when given the chance. The pillows and blankets that lined the roomy bottom of the desk made it to where you didn’t ache as you laid at their feet, listening to them tap away at the computer for hours at a time while you lounged, waiting for their attention to come again.

Why did they have to have so much paperwork? It just wasn’t fair. That’s what you were thinking as you curled under the desk again, head tucked close to Masky’s foot. The man had been fronting for the past two days in a surprising but happily accepted turn of events. Tim had just been tired, too tired to not accept the offer to sit in the back of the headspace for a while and rest instead of reining control. Masky had been tapping away at the keyboard for at least seven thousand hours now, it felt like. Truly, it had been maybe three, but you were needy, and he had only given like three head pats.

You itched at the ears placed neatly on your head - like you could really feel them - before you shuffled around. Masky’s typing didn’t stop as you rearranged yourself, circling around a few times the best you could before plopping back down with a huff, turning to stare up at his legs. They were parted just slightly, you could just-

You lifted yourself up, folding your legs underneath you before you just plopped your face down at his knees, the space just big enough that he was cradling your face with his thighs unintentionally. You let out a low sigh of content at the feeling only to be interrupted as you realized he had done it – he had stopped typing.

You glanced up, no doubt looking pathetic as you made eye contact. Masky gave a neutral look, eyes narrowing just slightly before his hand dropped down from the desk and to your head. You closed your eyes again, leaning into him as he ran his hand through your hair carefully, nails scratching deliciously against your skin. This was nice.

His hand dropped slowly, moving to the back of your neck, fingering at the leather of your collar. “You’re a good, little puppy aren’t you,” he finally spoke. Your eyes flew open, looking up at him with a dopey smile. Of course, you were good. You were always good for them. “They’ve got you trained so well,” he drawled out. You shuffled, rocking from side to side just slightly, excitement flooding your body. “Good dog.”

You let out a little whine at that, pushing into him more forcefully, staring up at him with doe eyes, wanting more and more attention. He chuckled lowly, tugging at the collar a few times teasingly. “Wanna play, puppy? You’re looking awfully needy down there.”

You nodded excitedly, the words already going straight to your cunt, face flushed at the thought of what he would do. Masky wasn’t known for being soft, after all.

He seemed to think for a moment, giving you a few more pets before he paused, another laugh passing his lips. “How about this,” he spoke, palming at the growing bulge in his sweatpants, your gaze locked on his movements. “How about you use your little mouth to keep my cock warm and ready for you while I finish these documents, and if you can hold out for that long, I’ll think about fucking your slutty pussy.”

Oh, what a dream he could be. You nodded, eyes still locked on his lap, ready for him to tug down the tops of his pants, ready to have something. His movements weren’t rushed in the slightest, each tug of his pants emphasized with the languid pace. You were practically drooling with excitement when his cock finally sprung free, hard and thick and beautiful at the moment. He pumped his cock with one hand, teasingly showing off what was so close yet so far. You whined lowly, bouncing in place slightly, anticipation climbing higher and higher.

Your patience was paid off for in the end as Tim gripped your chin with his other hand. “Open,” he mused, thumb pressing against the plump of your bottom lip. Your lips parted so easily, eagerness showing in abundance with every move you made. He made a pleased noise, fisting his cock once more before he tapped it against your tongue a few times.

You made a noise of impatience, trying to follow him with your mouth, but he was having fun. He finally - finally - laid himself on your tongue. His hand fisted the back of your hair firm enough to hold you in place but not hurt. He sighed lowly as he pulled you forward, letting him fill your mouth until you couldn’t fit anymore before stopping. You shuddered harshly, you could feel him pulsing in your mouth, and you could also feel how wet your underwear was getting at the action.

You let out a low sigh as the two of you settled down. You were doing good, so, so good for him, you knew you were. He made the prettiest sighs as he typed into a few more documents. After you heard him click out of a tab, he rewarded you with a shallow thrust of his hips, sure to make you whine every time. There was so much spit pooling, though. You must have looked absolutely depraved, face stuffed with cock, drool slipping past your lips and gathering down his thighs, hips grinding into the air, no friction found but desperately wanted.

You waited, and you waited so patiently, your breathing picking up even restricted as it was. You shuffled in place a few times, but you kept him seated perfectly inside your mouth, your tongue instinctively pressing against the small ridges of his cock, against the vein that ran along the underside, laving at the slit. This was heaven.

It felt like an eternity before he was done, waiting endlessly, patiently, and then –

Click.

A shallow thrust into your mouth, a soft groan falling from his lips, and then a hand in your hair again, softly pulling you away. You couldn’t help the cry that escaped you at the movement, leaning forward as he pulled away and out. His hand pressed against your forehead, stopping you from moving any farther as you tried to crawl forward. You huffed, letting him tilt your head back so you were looking at him.

“You were such a good boy, sitting so pretty for me,” he cooed, moving to caress your cheek instead. You sighed heavily, leaning into his touch, his warmth. He was oh-so warm. “You really gonna fuck it up by getting greedy now? They have you so, so spoiled don’t they, puppy?”

You whined lowly again, dropping your head as you shuffled in place. You were good, you swore, you just wanted to please him, but… You whined again, sad.

“Oh, baby.” He tutted softly, reprimanding. “You’re not in trouble.” You perked up at that, glancing up at him through your eyelashes. “Dirty little whores like you can’t it? Can you, puppy? So cock-drunk and desperate already. I bet if I got you out of those panties, you’d be dripping all over the floor, wouldn’t you? Such a messy little boy.”

The sounds you let out were downright pornographic, head filling with only thoughts of him. You moved around until your foot was below your ass, trying to angle your body in a way where you could get some sort of friction without using your hands, but it was in vain. Nothing was helping, and you were sure that even if you did manage to catch it right, it wouldn’t be enough. You needed him more desperately than ever.

“Pathetic,” he drawled out. “Such a whiny bitch. You think your foot is enough to get yourself off? Think you can satisfy yourself like that?”

You shook your head, crying out a loud ‘no’ as you did so.

Before you could even register it, Tim had smacked you across the face. It wasn’t hard, definitely not as harsh as he had done before, but it still shocked you enough into stilling, a defeated look crossing your face. You were a bad dog.

“Last I checked,” Masky spoke, moving to gently rub the cheek he had just hit. “Dogs don’t speak. Do they?”

You shook your head again, closing your mouth to prove a point.

“Good boy.” As a reward, he pet your head a moment longer before pulling away. This time, you sat still, ready, hands in front of you on the ground, steadying your dizziness. “Now, come on, you still deserve your reward.” He took a few steps back and paused once he realized I hadn’t moved. “Do you not?”

You moved. Slowly, one knee and one hand at a time. Crawling always felt so humiliating, no matter how much you did it, but the fire inside you was not diminishing anytime soon, so you would crawl and beg if needed if it meant that you would finally be satisfied.

Masky sat at the edge of the bed before he began to shed clothes, t-shirt and sweats tossed to the floor without a care. Then, he settled down, legs spread, hands pressed to the bed behind him, head tilted just enough as he watched you make your way towards him. Once you finally reached him, you took your spot between his legs, kneeling.

You wouldn’t even lie, your gaze was fully trained on his cock, mouth watering again at the thought of finishing him off, the thought of cum filling your mouth, the neediest whines he made as he came. For as much as he made fun of your noises, he had the filthiest sounds mixed with his words.

Masky whistled, long and attention-grabbing, a chuckle passing his lips after. “Want a taste? You weren’t satisfied with having my cock in your mouth for almost an hour?” He tutted softly. “Greedy little whore.”

You looked up at him, wide eyes barely blinking. What did he want you to do? What did he need you to do? Just one command, and you would do anything for him. It took everything in you to stay still, especially as he caressed your face, hand slipping down to pull at the ring on your collar.

“Undress.”

The word was stated so forcefully that you didn’t think twice before your hands were at the hem of your shirt, and you were pulling it off, throwing it somewhere to mix with his clothes. Your underwear was a harder feat, getting it down your legs and off without standing was a talent you had slowly picked up, and soon, they were gone, too, and you were back to waiting. Always waiting.

Masky took his cock in hand, a smug smirk on his face as you put all of your focus into watching him, your eyes following the movement of his hand as he jerked off in front of you, teasing you with what you wanted so desperately. You whimpered, pawing at the ground, leaning forward.

“Want a taste that bad?”

You nodded frantically, scooting forward enough to be in reach of it.

“Open up. Show me that you want it.”

You complied, tongue lolling out as you opened wide, practically shaking from excitement. He patted his thigh, a signal to go ahead, and you took no breaks, diving forward and taking as much of him as you could in one go. He moaned, the sound deep and rumbling in his chest as he tried to muffle it. You moaned around him in response, internally grinning as his mouth dropped open, releasing the sounds he tried to keep in. He let out a heavy sigh before pulling at your hair again. You let him control your movements, forcing your head up and down, your hands moving to grip his thighs, nails digging into the flesh.

You were pulled off of him much too soon for your liking, the hand in your hair suddenly yanking back and pulling you off. You panted loudly, trying to catch your breath, confusion clouding your mind. He must have been able to read your face, the disappointment evident, because he smoothed over the spot in your hair he had yanked.

“You’re not in trouble, puppy. You’re doing so good. I just want to cum inside that slutty pussy instead of your throat. If you kept going,” he trailed off, scratching the base of your skull.

You leaned into his touch, sighing blissfully before you recognized what he had said. If you kept going.

You leapt forward again, wrapping your mouth around him before he could catch on. Masky made a noise of surprise followed by a groan and then, he was yanking you back again, watching as you almost toppled over. You re-steadied yourself, making noises to try and communicate without speaking. What happened?

Masky reached forward, grabbing you by the waist, and throwing you onto the bed behind him. You landed on your stomach, head reeling as it tried to catch up with his movements, but then, his hands were on your hips, and you were positioned until your face was pressed into the pillows while your ass was high in the hair. A sharp smack was landed on your ass followed by another on the other cheek.

“Greedy, filthy fucking slut,” Masky grumbled. “It’s never enough for you, is it? Always wanting more. Is that what you want? More.” You whined pathetically, wiggling your hips in hopes that it would entice him to finally give you what you want. “I was right about one thing, though. You’re absolutely dripping.”

To prove his point, he pressed forward, and you cried out as you felt his tongue press to the inside of your thigh and lick all the way up to your cunt, dipping into your entrance teasingly before pulling away. You wanted to cry. You were shaking so bad, so pent-up and needy, and he was still playing with you.

Masky let out a small ‘fuck’ and then, you felt him press back in, cool air fanning over your most sensitive parts as he moaned and sighed as you felt his tongue against your clit, and you were in heaven. You had no idea how the man knew how to use his mouth so well, but you found yourself fisting the sheets and biting down on a pillow in an attempt to quiet yourself, each flick of his tongue sending heat traveling through your body to the tips of your fingertips. You were burning, practically on fire.

One of your hands clenched around the sheet a few times before you let go and smacked the sheets a few times instead, head thrown to the side so you could breathe properly. “Cum. Please, may I cum, sir?”

Masky pulled away to talk only for you to wail as he replaced himself with two fingers plunging deep inside of you. You shuddered, a few tears falling as you clenched around him, trying to wait for permission, trying to be a good boy. “Well, you have been so patient.” He paused, shuffling for a moment behind you until you could feel his breath fanning over you again as his fingers kept a relentless place. “Cum for me, puppy.” Then his lips were wrapped around your clit, and the tips of his fingers hit that special spot so well, and you were crying out as you came, back arching uncomfortably, and body shaking in pleasure. Oh, this was worth it, but then, his movements didn’t stop.

His tongue slowed to languidly massage your clit, digits practically locked on your g-spot with every plunge they took, and they didn’t stop. Even as you made a noise of discomfort. Even as you tried to pull your hips away. Even as the tears picked up again as the pain took on a form of pleasure all over again. Even as you came another time and the cycle repeated. He had his hand on his cock, working himself slowly, keeping himself at bay as he practically destroyed you. The only noises he made to acknowledge you and what you were doing were the soft moans and groans he breathed into your skin.

He finally pulled away after the fourth orgasm, after you were a shaking and sobbing mess, slumped into the bedsheets and barely able to keep yourself up. If it wasn’t for Masky’s hand wrapped around your thigh possessively, you wouldn’t be lifted at all. He took his time after you came, like he was cleaning the mess he made, slow, long licks to your overstimulated body that made you jump and whimper every time.

“What, pretty boy,” Masky breathed out as he leaned over you. You could feel his cock press against your ass, and even in the mess of a state you were, you managed to roll your hips against him, sighing at the thought of him finally inside of you. “Are you not as spoiled as I thought? You look pretty spent already, puppy. Do those boys not know how to use their mouths like I do?” Then, his mouth was pressed gently against your neck, and he angled his hips and guided himself with his hand until you felt the head of cock press against your entrance.

He stilled and pressed his free hand to the small of your back before dragging it down and smacking it hard enough to have you jolt. “Such a good dog,” he praised, and then, his hips snapped against yours, and you were wailing all over again. He didn’t give you time to settle or get used to the stretch, but with the amount you had already cum, you were slick, your body betraying you and letting him slide right in.

“Ple-ee-ease,” you sobbed out, throwing an arm back to press against his chest.

His reaction was almost instant, everything too much, too fast for you to process at the moment. One moment you were face down in the mattress, and the next, he had wrapped your arm behind you back and stuffed his fingers in your mouth with the free hand, three digits pressed to the top of your tongue to hold it down. “Don’t make me regret my compliment, puppy,” Masky huffed, thrusts not slowing in the slightest, each rock sending pleasure through your body. “Good dogs don’t talk, they bark.” He let go of your arm, reached around, and you let out a garbled noise as he managed to find your clit, immediately gripping his forearm tight enough to leave marks. “So bark.”

He took his hand, damp with your spit, out from your mouth and smacked your thigh before grabbing at the collar’s ring. When you didn’t make the noise he wanted, he was quick to pull harshly on your collar, sucking the breath from your system for a moment.

“Be a good dog and obey.”

And you did. You barked like the dog he wanted, and you barked as he changed his pace until it was practically merciless, and then you were practically howling as you came for the fifth time, panting heavily crying again, and it was pure bliss. Even as your eyes rolled back, and you felt your front hit the bed as Masky let go of you. He was quick to follow, letting out a delicious moan followed by a few panting breaths. You could barely register it, eyes closed and body slumped, sparks and heat coursing through you in strong waves that made you feel disoriented.

Still, you found yourself crying out for a final time as he pulled out. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to make a noise as he lazily circled your clit, using his other hand to push the cum that tried falling out back in. He let out a content sigh before pressing a kiss to your probably bruised ass.

You only managed to make yourself move when you felt him fully move away from you, suddenly cold and needy. You blearily opened your eyes, pushing yourself up on weak arms to try and follow him. He was quick to press a hand to your back, pushing you back down softly. “I’ll be back, baby. I’m gonna grab some stuff to take care of you. I’ll be just a minute.” He pulled one of the softer blankets over your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your temple as you settled back down. “Be a good dog and wait here for me, okay?” He left at that, picking up a pair of sweats and closing the door behind him.

You waited with bated breath, curled up underneath the blanket, tired eyes trained on the door, waiting all over again for him to come back. A few times, your eyelids tried to betray you and force you to finally rest, but you were a good boy, and you would wait.

When he finally came back in, clutching a few things to his bare chest, you were barely awake, but you were quick to try and get up again. Masky huffed out a laugh as he set everything on the bedside table. He climbed up and sat next to you, folding his legs under him to keep room.

“Come on, puppy,” he cooed, “let’s get you on your stomach.”

You sighed but followed his movements as needed, rewarded with a few embarrassingly nice pets on the stomach, the calloused hands nice against smooth-ish skin. He helped you lean up to drink some water before tending to the mess of your face and thighs. “Such a good boy,” he praised as he cleaned. “Always so good for me – needy and spoiled, but so, so good.”

Your stomach filled with warmth at the words, your body practically melting into the bed. The feeling was only amplified as he began to massage lotion into your skin on the areas he had bruised, his fingers delicately soothing cream into the chafed part of your neck under your collar and the bruising on your ass. He was always so much harsher than either he or you remembered. He noticed you dozing off after a few moments as he kneaded the fat of your thighs affectionately. “Oh, tired puppy.” Your eyes fluttered at his voice, but he tutted softly, running his knuckles across your cheek. “Get some rest, puppy. I’ll be here.” He moved to get back to his desk, but you were the fast one this time, throwing your arm forward with the last of his strength to grab his. You let out a long, drawn-out whine.

He replied with a quiet, huffing laugh. “Alright, I can probably spare a few minutes,” he spoke as he climbed back in, and you were passed out before you could even wrap around him properly.

“Good dog,” Masky whispered, pressing one more kiss to your forehead before settling down, too.

[the-spacetronaut]

HEy whats eros and cupid's relationship with eachother like? :0c are they friends?

i would say theyre friends! maybe something more but doesnt have a label! they have a pretty unique and complicated relationship!

i dont think i ever really talked about it much! cupid and eros get along but they also dont! its a symbiotic relationship! they need each other to survive! theyre like an old married couple!

they bicker, they fight, they disagree but at the end of the day; they'll still crawl into the same bed, apologize, and snuggle eachother to sleep!

think worrywart with flirty bastard and theyre both idiot morons passing a singular braincell back and forth! they both really hate eachother!

cupid is actually really scared of eros, not in a "hes gonna hurt me" way but in a "he might be too much and he'll get carried away" way! hes scared that eros will scare others and hurt himself (and hurt cupid too)! this plagues cupid, worries him to a fault because he cares a lot for eros. cupid doesnt want to lose eros or have eros decommission them with his antics so he locked eros away. eros laid dormant for years. YEARS! (wander mode was made to replace eros function. eros role was to roam the plex and give love fortune reading but since he was dormant for so long, staff had update cupid to fill in that role!) even though cupid cares a lot for eros, cupid is also kind of fed up with him too! eros makes him so flustered and riled up with his teasing! cupid hates and admires the way eros pushes the boundaries of others just to watch them squirm! he loves how fun, exuberant, and charming eros is! but he also hates it! he hates eros so much! but ouh, the way eros embodies the sun when he genuinely smiles is so infectious. but cupid would never admit that while eros is awake.

eros does hold resentment towards cupid for locking him away and lying about it for years! but despite all that, he still loves cupid very much! he tries not to let it bother him but it does! its not like he can talk about it to anyone either because cupid is always there in the back of his head. or front. to remedy that, eros is hard on cupid! usually by teasing, embarrassing him, setting him up, and just being mischievous! but sometimes, eros can be really mean to cupid– not in a playful teasing way either. eros doesnt really think about the consequences of his own actions, he just wanna have a good time and let loose! he has many, many admirers and he will never say no to a very good time with them. often leaving cupid to pick up the mess. he kind of hates that cupid is so careful and softspoken but at the same time, he loves it because it keeps them both safe. he hates that cupid has to be the one whos seen as mature when he knows theyre both idiots. but... he also appreciates and loves cupid for being his better half. not that hed ever admit that whenever cupid is awake!

they share the same body in my headworld, keeping true to sun/moon lore. they swap places once every few hours! 2 hours min– 4 hours max (PRE-EROS WAKING UP)! after booting eros up again, they can swap places on command somewhat. its like forcefully waking someone up or pushing them infront of you (especially when you dont wanna do something) and it's not easy when the other puts up a fight! when one of them forces the other out, it resets their timer! they do this often when they dont wanna deal with something and it makes them bicker and fight in their headspace!

their AI's are linked and intertwined, sharing the same codes! If someone tried to or is successful in separating them, one of two things will happen!

The other one stops existing or something else! no one knows for sure because no one has tried! no one knows which one would drop dead either, it doesn't say in their manual!

[yuu-says]

Happy

hi! owo i commit post and run good bye! ahahahha!

truthfully, this fic has been in my phone since before i even switched to a new one (so uhhh three years ago i think?). I only found it recently while cleaning up and rewrote it a little bit owo so enjoy my past obsession!

Pairing : Asra/Reader || Fandom : The Arcana

Word count : 675

Warning : Very!! Spoiler!! Heavy!! For Asra's Route!!!

Summary : Asra ponders about the past, the present and everything that is transpiring in his heart.

You were always a light sleeper.

At least, you used to be.

He didn’t know what was harder for him- losing you? Or having you here, when nothing could ever be the same as it was before?

You’d lost yourself when you went into the fire.

When he did what he did to make sure you came back. 

He dragged you out of the fire and back into the living world.

Only Asra didn’t realize that the one coming back wouldn’t be the whole…. you.

Of course it wouldn’t have been. He was naive to think otherwise- the whole you died in the fire, afterall.

The you who was with him - even with the same face, the same voice, the same appearance - the you who was with him just simply… wasn’t… you. Physically and outwardly, it might have been. A perfect replica even. But personality-wise? And on the inside? You were… different.

Different from what you used to be.

The puzzle pieces weren’t quiet there.

He could see so much of the you from before the fire, in the you that lay beside him every night but it wasn’t the same. Try as he might, it just wasn’t the same.

Sometimes he’d lay awake at night - his mind far too jumbled to allow his headspace to clear. The thoughts and theories in his head struggling to find a home for themselves - constantly buzzing and moving and regurgitating in and of itself. 

It wouldn’t allow sleep to claim him. 

And so on those nights, Asra would simply lay beside you - wanting nothing more than to reach out and tuck the stubborn lock of hair behind your ears, to wrap his arms around you as he sought refuge in your warmth, to whisper words of affection into your ear that would ultimately lead to your waking -

But he never does that.

Instead, the man simply lay there, observing the sleeping you who was oh so familiar and yet so different from the person who existed in his memories.

He missed you sometimes. Not you who was in front of him, but the you from the past.

The you who would startle awake when he was forcefully dragged from his slumber- nightmares nipping at his reality and causing him to be thrown into panice.

He missed the you who would wrap your arms around him, whispering soothing words into his ears until his breathing evened and his heart rate calmed.

He missed the you who would pamper him, pushing him back under the covers as you busied yourself to take over his task for the day. Sweet smiles and heavenly laughter falling from your lips as you handed him a cup of warm tea. Murmurs of affection, a press of the lips and the drifting scent of your shampoo as you headed to open up shop.

It was unfair.

Truly, wholly and wholeheartedly unfair.

Not only of the world for taking you away from him - but of him to you; for his constant comparison of who you were in the past and who you are in the present.

You were still you, after all. Regardless of how you looked or how you acted, everything was still tied to you. After all the pain and trouble the both of you had went through, you were here and he should be happy.

He should be happy.

Asra reached a hand out, brushing your bangs away from your face as he stared at your sleeping visage. He didn’t know how long he was staring for - the prick in his eyes and the ache in his heart both not being an indicator of time. His eyelids - heavy with sleep and mired with fatigue- however, was.

As he slowly closed his eyes - as he slowly let his arms fall - his last thoughts echoed once more in his brain.

He should be happy.

Shouldn’t he…?

[sm-entertain-me]

Second Session (M)

Synopsis: What other activities transpired at the infamous Heartbreak Hotel that fateful night? (The official part two of Heartbreak Hotel! Link to part one here.)

Contains: Hwang Hyunjin x (f) reader, adult language, smut, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, shower sex, thigh slapping, daddy kink, choking, creampie, rabu hoteru!au, nonidol!Hyunjin, rabu hoteru worker!reader, previous client!Hyunjin.

A/N: I would just like to thank you all for your patience and understanding during this stressful time for me. I’ve been having a very bad mental health week and decided to take some time off to relax before focusing my attention back on my works. I would hate to put out work that I felt unhappy with due to me being in the wrong headspace. Again, thank you all for your patience and I hope to continue writing on a regular basis from here on out.

Scalding hot water cascaded slowly over the smooth crevices of your body, the soothing feeling causing you to part your lips to let out a satisfied sigh. Steam began to collect around you to fill the lavish bathroom, hindering your vision ever so slightly while also allowing your sinuses to open fully. After all of the work you had put in today, to say you deserved this shower would be somewhat of a understatement. In fact, you needed this shower. But just as you were enjoying the soft trickling of water slipping down the glass of the walls encasing the larger than necessary shower, you were suddenly reminded that you were still technically working, biting your lip softly as you finally called out, “Hyunjin? Aren’t you coming to join me?”

Ah yes, your sinful little wager you had with someone who had become your favorite client overnight. The handsome man standing outside of the shower had been waiting ever so patiently for you to beckon him into the very welcoming shower, trying his best to take a deep breath before opening the glass door to reveal your naked body to him. Although Hyunjin had already seen you naked merely minutes before, he hadn’t even contemplated just how insatiable you would look with water flowing down your luscious locks all the way down your tempting figure.

Noticing that Hyunjin was taking his sweet time, you allowed the devious smirk to overtake your lips as you stepped over to the starstruck young man, purposely swinging your hips with each languid step. Now standing in front of Hyunjin and allowing the steam from your body to fan across his face, you glanced down and noticed that he was still wearing his towel from earlier. A subtle sigh escaped your lips as you shook your head disapprovingly, slipping your fingers in between the soft fabric of the complimentary hotel towel and Hyunjin’s goose bump ridden hip, pulling the fabric off of his body in a sharp yank. Once you were satisfied with the absence of the towel on Hyunjin’s hips, you offered a playful smirk before pulling him inside the shower with you, “The longer you keep me waiting, the more you’ll have to pay when you lose.”

Your teasing tone seemed to awaken something in Hyunjin, his soft brown orbs hardening into a rich dark black. Instead of Hyunjin allowing you to pull him into the shower completely, he took it upon himself to forcefully push you up against the cool tile along the back wall of the shower. The smirk that was once on your lips quickly changed over to Hyunjin’s, the corner of his lips pointing upwards as he held you against the wall, caging you against the slick surface. Hyunjin studied the shocked expression on your face, slowly leaning in to your left side to lick teasingly at your ear lobe. Due to your prior encounter, Hyunjin knew exactly which places he needed to exploit in order to make you crack. But that was fine for you, you were allowed to crack whereas Hyunjin has to keep himself together for at least five minutes. If not, he’ll experience the most expensive orgasm of his entire life.

While Hyunjin held you firmly against the cold tile, he couldn’t help but reach his hand out to caress your face softly, rubbing the damp skin with his slender thumb before turning his attention to your slightly abused neck. Although he had managed to do a decent amount of work to your neck in your prior encounter, Hyunjin knew he could improve his masterpiece. Holding your gaze momentarily, Hyunjin sent a wink your way before he gripped one of your wrists to pin it beside you, leaning in to capture the skin of your neck between his awaiting lips. You automatically felt Hyunjin’s teeth rake against your neck, moaning out from the sensation as you titled your head to give him better access. You knew this didn’t count as the actual part of the wager, allowing Hyunjin to do whatever he pleased with you in order to get him to his carnal state that you craved so much.

As Hyunin painted your neck with ghastly reds and rich shades of purples, you couldn’t help but allow your restless hand to drop down to where Hunjin had been rutting his hardened cock into your bare cunt. Since you were technically off the clock, that meant that Hyunjin wasn’t bound by your traditional rules, as long as you consented. Continuing to drum up the dominant persona he was forced to squander during his paid excursion with you, Hyunjin’s lips formed a devious smirk against your abused neck while his hand slipped between your bodies to deliver a sharp smack to the inside of your thigh.

Clearly not used to your clients being the dominant one, you let out a sharp gasp, letting your mouth hang open as you stared at Hyunjin with curious eyes. Although your mind was automatically jumping to the offensive, the sharp throb that Hyunjin’s hand brought to your thigh quickly spread inwards to your now throbbing pussy. Hyunjin rolled his eyes at your quizzical look as he opted to massage the skin he just smacked, clicking his tongue together in a disappointed fashion, “Oh don’t seem so surprised, princess. You had to have known daddy was going to punish you for touching too early.” Hyunjin then gave another playful smack to the opposite thigh for good measure, watching your eyes dilate ever so slightly before he quickly closed the gap between your steaming bodies, “Let’s get those five minutes started, shall we?”

Five minutes of carnal. animalistic desires was the time limit that Hyunjin had to last or else he would have to pay the full price of the mindblowing experience the two of you shared before. Let’s just say he would have to be paying a small fortune in order to officially pay off the sum required for your expert services. But Hyunjin seems to have the advantage in this particular situation given that he currently had you pinned against the wall, holding you firmly while angling his hips to have you slide effortlessly down onto his hardened member, beads of precum slipping down his shaft. The second Hyunjin’s cock had sunk all the way inside of your throbbing walls, you knew you were in trouble.

Drops of water slung all over the area of the shower, sounds of skin smacking against skin being amplified due to the close quarters of the shower walls. and you were trying your best to hold on for dear life as Hyunjin pistoned in and out of your from below. Your nails were proving futile in trying to sink into Hyunjin’s shoulders for a proper grip thanks to the water, but Hyunjin accommodated your weak grip by grabbing your ankles and wrap them tightly around his hips to keep you anchored properly. Although you knew Hyunjin did this to keep you in place, you also couldn’t help but notice how Hyunjin’s breathing began to change slightly as if he had preferred the more intimate grip he held you in. Either that or he was already starting to succumb to his desires.

Due to how hard and calculated Hyunjin’s thrusts were, perhaps Hyunjin wasn’t as close to the edge as you had hoped. In fact, Hyunjin’s hips began to snap into your groin at a rate that could only be described as hellish, fueled by your high pitched moans and soft pleas. Every ripple of your pussy sent shockwaves through Hyunjin, him not even bothering to hold back the guttural moans that were reserved only for you. Both of you had the exact same reaction to each other’s moans: desperate for more.

“Daddy... fucking shit... I’m so cl-close,” You admitted in between broken moans, feeling your eyes start to roll back from the euphoria that refused to relent. Hyunjin had managed to adjust his position ever so slightly that the tip of his cock was now kissing your cervix, achieving depths that you weren’t sure were even possible. But you didn’t seem to mind either judging by the way your jaw hung open to let out a barrage of moans while also holding onto Hyunjin for dear life, feeling your back begin to arch against his torso to indicate you were seconds away from orgasmic relief. 

“Cum on my cock princess, I’ll make you feel so fucking good,” Hyunjin grunted, peeling his pillowy soft lips away from your neck so he could see your fucked out features in all of their sinful glory. However, even though you looked completely ravishing with the water flowing through your slightly askew hair and flowing down your flushed face, Hyunjin simply craved more. He didn’t seem to care about the wager anymore, he just wanted to pleasure you in the best ways possible, just as you had done to him. This meant Hyunjin taking his hand that was currently caressing your face and wrapping it gingerly around your throat, feeling your pulse thump wildly against the space between his thumb and forefinger. You were done for.

Deep strokes combined with Hyunjin’s gentle yet still firm grip on your throat caused stars to cloud your vision, your body reacting intensely to the euphoria that pulsed through your body mercilessly by throwing you into your orgasm. Hyunjin’s name was the only word you seemed to know as you lost yourself completely, crying out for the attractive male that was still pounding into your heat from below. “Oh god, yes!” You cried out in pure ecstasy as you arched your back, your torso flat against Hyunjin’s as you began to whimper from the overstimulation that began to set in.

“Oh... Oh fuck,” Hyunjin groaned out as you felt his grip on your throat begin to loosen, his hips stilling underneath you to indicate he couldn’t hold on any longer. No matter how hard he tried to get himself to hold out for the maximum amount of time, he couldn’t fight the insatiable feeling of your walls gripping his thick cock tighter and tighter with each passing second. Within seconds of him speaking, you were met with the familiar feeling of Hyunjin’s cum filling you to the brim, both of you moaning out in unison from the sensation.

Neither of you were in any position to move, Hyunjin choosing to hold you in his embrace while allowing the water to flow down each of your still writhing bodies. The water felt warm and inviting, forcing you to have to fight off the episode of sleep that was waiting patiently. It also didn’t help that Hyunjin had his head resting in the crook of your neck, the rhythm of his breathing acting as a soft lullaby. But just as you were about to allow your eyes to close, Hyunjin began to stir in front of you, pulling his head out of your neck and looking into your eyes through his hooded ones, “I think I owe you some money.”

Luckily clean up was pretty easy for the both of you, given the location in which you two decided to complete your activities. Unfortunately for Hyunjin, he had to pay up. But what was odd is that you told Hyunjin you would meet him down there, earning a confused look from your client. Still, he did as you told and waited patiently for you in the lobby before going to the front desk to work out the finances. As you entered the lobby, you motioned for Hyunjin to join you at the desk while you talked with your favorite desk worker Seungmin.

“Ah Y/N what a lovely surprise, what do I owe the pleasure?” Seungmin asked in a chipper tone, his eyes glancing from you over to Hyunjin who was standing rather nervously behind you. It was a complete 180 from the person that was rearranging your guts in the shower minutes ago, but you didn’t really seem to mind. As long as Hyunjin was dominant where it mattered most, you didn’t really seem to care how he acted. 

You offered your coworker a kind smile as you leaned over the desk, purposely showing off your cleavage to the younger male to sweeten the deal, “Is there any way we can give Hyunjin-ssi a discount for his phenomenal performance? I personally believe no one who can match my elite level of service deserves to pay full price. It’s simply not fair.”

Seungmin souldn’t help but chuckle at your reasoning, trying his best to hide his mischievous grin as he relayed to the two of you, “That good, huh? Congratulations Hyunjin-ssi, you’re the first client to have Y/N personally come down and request a discount for based on your performance. You must’ve really done a number on her. Shall I make this a recurring transaction then?”

“Absolutely.”

[chanelsebbie]

Hi! I loved the stuff on your other account, and I wanted to see if you could write something with Tom being needy, but when you snap at him, he becomes all big, macho, and dominant?? Thanks!

Needy

➵Warnings: Smut, needy tom, suggestive content, dub-con but not really, degrading

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➵a/n: I loved this, you want me dead, b?? I love you tho and thank you for the request 🥺

“Tom, stop,” you mumbled, trying your hardest to pay attention to the script in front of you. 

But Tom planned on doing the opposite, his lips still on your neck, sucking small pink and red marks on your skin, his fingers drifting up and down your inner thighs, too close to where you needed him most. 

“Come on, darling, lighten up a little bit. You’ve been staring at that script for hours, I think you need a break from it,” he argued, turning your head with his finger under your chin, leaning in to have your lips on his. 

“Yeah, because it’s my job,” you argued, “How I make money. You can’t always be the breadwinner,” you shifted away from him. 

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he smirked devilishly, leaning over to your ear, whispering, “I can make you cum so hard you cry, darling, it would be all about you,”

He takes one of your hands, placing it right on his painfully hard bulge, “See what you do to me? Feel what you do to me?” he muttered. 

The shifting of your thighs didn’t go unnoticed by him as you swallowed hard. You wanted nothing more than to have him dip down between you legs and lick you until you passed out. But you really needed to finish this script before you started work tomorrow.

“Tommy, I can’t. I really have to finish this,” you said as politely as you could muster, knowing that you had been needy at times like this.

The eldest Holland brother scoffed at your dedication, even if he would do the same thing in your situation, seeing as you two had the same job.

“Just take a break,” he protested your argument, “the script will be there when you get back, darling,”

Now you were getting annoyed, Tom’s antics becoming a distraction rather than motive. You knew he wasn’t going to stop.

“Thomas. Stanley. Holland.” You finally gritted, his eyes growing wide at someone using his full official birth name besides his mother, “I said no,”

“Right,” he scoffed in disbelief, getting up and heading towards the bedroom before slamming the door behind him, not bothering to look back your way.

Something about the way he slammed that door told you that there was no more playful tone, and once you were done, you were going to be in for it.

You finished the script around an hour later, but stayed out there longer than necessary because you really, really didn’t want to see what Tom was cooking up in his devious little brain about a tit for a tat. 

Finally, you mustered up the courage to get up off the couch and set your script on the kitchen counter before finally slipping down the hall to the last door, hesitantly twisting the knob.

The first thing she was greeted with was Tom’s back to the doorway, most likely either pretending to be asleep or actually asleep.

You slipped into bed and under the covers, a warm lamp lighting the room as you scooted as close behind him as possible, wrapping your arms around him as you leaned in and kissed his neck gently.

If he wasn’t awake before, he definitely was now.

And yet he resumed in a dormant state, pretending you weren’t even there as he continued to stay in the same position.

“Tommy,” you silently whined, your fingers tracing his bare chest, trying to coax him to give in just like he did you.

“Tommy?” He scoffed, “I thought I was Thomas.”

You closed your eyes and let out a breath of regret, poking your head over him as you kissed under his earlobe, knowing it was his sweet spot.

“Come on, darling,” you teased, mocking his British accent.

Before you could think, Tom was grabbing you by the throat and hovering over you, a lustful sadistic look in his eyes as he searched your wide ones.

“I have half a mind to tie you to the bed and edge you all night, then leaving you there while I sleep on the couch,” he growled lowly.

You whimpered, knowing that was the last thing you wanted, and he knew it too.

“Or maybe I could just use you as a little plaything to get myself off and not touch you for the next week.”

“All this over me snapping back?” You challenged.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling merciful, princess, after all, it is your first time truly pissed me off, huh?” His grip tightened slightly, making you squeak.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to fuck you until I cum. And if you cum as well, so be it, but it won’t be my problem. Understood?”

Your face sported a look of annoyance, but in all reality, you felt like this is what you needed. To be put back in place. To be dominated. 

“Understood?” he gritted when he recieved no answer, snapping you back into reality from your diviating thoughts. 

“Mhm,” you nodded, biting your lip to keep from letting loose a smile that would surely get you in deeper shit.

Without another word, Tom released your throat, letting his hand drift down your body, and you shivered right as he got to your v-line, his soft, intentional touches driving you insane. And needy.

Soon enough, his fingers found your clothed clit, drinking in the reaction you were giving him, your eyes on his.

Even though he was insistent on only pleasuring himself, you knew that he just loved make you cum just a little too much, making his promise futile.

His mouth was propped open, small pants tumbling from his lips as he took control, shifting your panties to the side and inserting a finger, curling it, not giving you any time to adjust before he was thrusting at a fair pace.

You whimpered and whined, writhing under him as he did his best to stay concentrated on pleasuring you. Put your sounds were so heavenly.... so distracting.

His pace quickened as he soaked in your musings, your arms going around his shoulders, hands going to the back of his head, pulling him in and locking your lips with his as your moans were now muffled with his mouth.

Suddenly, he pulled back, panting, “See? This is all I wanted, darling. Now cum,” you nodded as he did the same, “cum all over my fingers, slut.”

Like a dog on command, your core tightened around him as you threw your head back, letting out long, breathless sounds of pleasure as he helped you ride it out, now grinding his painful hard-on onto the skin of your thigh.

He abruptly yanked out his fingers, then stripping you forcefully as he threw you around like a rag doll, and once you were perfectly bare for him, he stood back to admire his favorite girl.

“Stunning,” he sighed out, before stripping himself, now going to hover over the top of you, his patience for release thinning.

He lined himself up with you, your eyes meeting his, a wordless confirmation that this is what you truly wanted.

It was a stretch, it always was, but it felt amazing to have him inside you, slippin in centimeter by centimeter, making you feel every ridge and vein. His want and his need for nobody but you. 

You were breathless as he started to move, sliding in and out as he stretched you, his heavy breaths making you squirm on his cock. His eyes were locked with yours, his chocolate brown eyes staring into yours, a disagreement leading to such a romantic, passionate moment. 

He began to go quicker, adding to the pressure in your core, leaning down and kissing your neck, whispering soft nothings into your skin as he continued to move. 

“Just like that,”

“So good for me, my perfect girl.”

“Fuck, clench around me like that again, darling,”

“I love you. I love you so fucking much,”

The outpour of affection made you weaker and weaker as you slipped into another headspace, whimpers and moans the only noise you could make as his paced quickened and hardened. 

“Fuck, I’m close, darling, are you close?” he panted, and you nodded, letting out a small ‘mhm’.

You clenched hard around him, both of you plummeting over the edge. Both of you let out a symphony of moans and gasps as you both slipped into a state of euphoria, the both of you grasping at each other as you did. 

The both of you struggled to catch your breath, Tom pulling back and looking at your closed ones, smiling to himself, knowing that he made you feel as good as he did. 

“Fuck,” you sighed. 

“So. Still feel like talking back?”

[mggpleasedontlookhere]

endgame

request: Can I request a Spencer Reid imagine in which the reader is dating him and is part of BAU? Before they’re called in for the next case, they have a bit of a disagreement about letting her come along on this one. She ends up not going and while they’re gone, she gets caught up in a bit of trouble. She was close by when a building was struck with a bomb, she suffers with only minor injuries and when word gets out to Spencer, he goes back for her to make sure she’s okay and helps to take care of her

for: @fandomofyourchoice-89 

word count: 1,941                                                                                     reading time aprox: 8 mins

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My legs swung side to side on the chair that I sat on, my feet appearing and disappearing underneath the seat, while Spencer was creating a geographical profile on the board. His eyebrows furrowed and lines were etched on his forehead as he peered into the whiteboard intently.

“You okay there bubs?” I spoke out, taking him out of his trance. He responded with a small smile, running his hands through his hair as he sighed. Deep purple bags were evident under his eyes and his hair was tied up into a semi man bun. “That bad?” I empathize, stretching my arms out to offer him a consolation hug.

He dragged his feet towards me, accepting my warm invitation, before collapsing on top of me. “Oh! Geez- Spence- you’re so heavy” I groaned, the entirety of his weight suffocating me all at once. I looked to the office windows of the police station we were in, grateful that Spencer had closed all the blinds before we entered.

“You love me on top of you” He murmured into my neck, his lips slightly brushing against the skin, sending chills down my spine. I proceeded to smack him upside the head, earning a snicker from him.

“Spence please get off of me” I groaned, pushing my quaint arms against his chest. But to no avail, Spencer continued to lay his dead weight against me. I sighed in defeat, wrapping my arms around his head while I stroked the back of his neck with my thumb. Silence engulfed the two of us until I decided to speak up again. “Did you get anywhere?” I asked, running my fingers down his hairline.

He shook his head against my embrace, lifting his head up to look at me with tired eyes. “There’s just something- I feel it- but I just can’t place my mind on it” He grumbled, wearing an eminent frown on his lips.

“Well what is it?”

“This unsub- his victims right? They were found…” He trailed off, getting up to walk over to the board. “Here, here, and here” He pointed out, my eyes watching as he dragged his long fingers across the board. “But our profile doesn’t indicate that any of them would be his kill zones- or matter of a fact- none of them indicate any signs of his endgame” He sighed, placing his hands on his hips in frustration.

“Well Spence, I’m sure it’s noth-”

Suddenly Hotch barged into the room in a frenzy of impatience, the rest of the team following him at the same pace. “You’ve got to see this,” Garcia said frantically, placing her laptop on the table and furiously typed away.

I looked to Emily in confusion, but all I received was a shrug and a similar befuddled expression. I laid my eyes on the rest of the team, scanning their appearances, yet none of them seemed to budge. Finally, I paid attention to Garcia’s presentation of the unsub.

Something was obviously wrong, her fingers shook as she pointed to the board and she couldn’t keep a coherent sentence. “Garcia, it’s okay” I reassured her, giving her a small smile. But instead of receiving one back, her eyes became dull at the sight of me, quickly averting her attention elsewhere. I opened my mouth to add on, but decided against it as I gauged her reaction.

I was in my headspace, thinking about how Garcia responded to me until the mention of my name snapped me out of my thoughts. I whirled my head around, noticing all of my colleagues eyes on me. “What is it?” I laughed nervously, afraid that there might have been a target on my forehead.

My fears seemed to be actualized the second I turned around, my face morphing into mortification as I saw a candid picture of me with a big red ‘X’ across the page. My mouth fell agape while adrenaline ran its course throughout my body.

“Is that-?” I sputtered, looking to Spencer for confirmation, but he was too focused on the picture that he hadn’t taken his attention away from it. His fists were clenched, his chest heaved in an intermittent rhythm, and he hadn’t let a sound slip from his parted lips. “The unsub?” I looked to my colleagues, watching their facial features morph into pity.

Hotch nodded at me with hooded eyes, confirming my fears. My heart stopped and my body rejected the feeling of dismay that began festering inside me, shuddering at any malicious thought that permeated my mind. “We’ll be traveling to his most recent kill in hopes to apply the profile” He stated, looking to the rest of the team.

“I’m sorry Y/N” Garcia lamented with panicked eyes.

“It’s- uhh, I’m going to- I need a moment” I stuttered, tripping over my words as I got up and stepped out of the room.

It wasn’t the first time that an unsub had targeted me or any other member of the team, but this one was different; this unsub was the epitome of evil. The things he would do to the women he captured was far worse than death itself. He would violate these womens’ bodies and slice up their body cavities starting from their genitalia while they were alive.

When I first arrived on scene, my stomach churned at the mere thought of the event, refusing to go to the morgue with Morgan and Spencer. I felt violated just by the knowledge of such an evil being possible; now it’s an evil that could happen to me. It almost angered me that anyone could have such a putrid mind to think of such a thing, to carry on and blend into a crowd with bloodstained hands.

I paced back and forth, repeating a calming mantra in an attempt to ease my mind, yet nothing was nearly effective. I received a few wandering eyes from the officers that ran the station, but I pushed the judgement out of my head as it was too busy being engulfed in distress and acrimony.

The office door creaked open, indicating that someone had stepped out of the presentation room where I was previously in. I turned my head swiftly, my attention landing on the worried expression that Spencer wore as he approached me. My lips curled into a sad smile, hoping he would reciprocate my gesture to lighten up the mood, but to no avail his expression stayed stoic and grim.

“You’re not going on with us,” Spencer declared, an icy tone laced with his words. He made sure the door was closed behind him, whisper-yelling his command at me so we wouldn’t attract any unneeded attention.

“Spence- but I need t-”

“Please don’t argue with me Y/N” He sighed, combing his fingers through his locks, untying the man bun he wore previously.

“Spencer you see what this unsub is doing to all those women, I have t-”

“No you don’t Y/N- just please sit this one out” He pleaded, looking into my eyes for any sign of submission.

“Look Spence, I’m- god- I’m scared Spencer” I admitted, letting the truth wash over our encounter. “I can’t just stay here, I need to be out there doing something” I justified, hoping that he could understand and empathize with what I was feeling.

“Y/N you could do the same if you stayed here at the station- you can help Garcia and-”

“Spencer you have to understand-”

“No! Y/N” He impulsively blurted out, clutching the ends of his sleeves, which was usually an indication for his frustration. “You’re not going- I’ve already talked to Hotch and he said” He began to explain until I cut him off.

“YOU WHAT!” I exclaimed, but afterwards felt self conscious about the volume of my words. “You what?” I repeated in a calmer voice.

“Y/N I already talked to Hotch and he said that you’re off the case” He finished, belittling me like a parent would at their petulant child.

“So now you’re calling all the shots now, huh big guy” I scoffed, tucking my hands into my elbows. “You have absolutely no right to-”

“No right to what? To protect you? To keep you out of harm’s way?” Spencer combated, pulling me into a secluded corner that was farther away from the door and the crowd of workers in front of us.

“Not only are you commanding me not to go on the case, you had the audacity to tell Hotch to kick me off?” I spat at him, feeling every bit of fear I had previously dissipate and transform into enmity. “You’re unbelievable!” I exasperated, throwing my hands up and turning away from him. I was about to walk away to join the rest of the team, but I was forcefully pulled back by my wrist.

“Where are you going?” Spencer fumed as I yanked my arm out of his grasp.

“Away from you and to get myself back on the case” I jeered. I knew trifling with Spencer wasn’t the brightest idea, but messing with my career was a force to be reckoned with.

“Y/N can you not?” Spencer huffed, stepping in front of me to cut me off.

“Spencer I can take care of myself” I nudged past him, pushing him against his shoulder to make a few strides towards the room.

A heavy silence followed after the heated argument, the clacks that my shoes made against the stone floors enhanced the forceful steps I took. I felt every fiber of my being ignite in embers while I tried to recollect my composure. I peeked at Spencer through my peripheral vision, seeing his chest rise and fall in exasperation, the veins on his forehead bulging and prominent, and his hands being furiously wiped against the side of his pants.

Before I had the chance to turn the doorknob, Spencer had stopped me in my tracks with the sound of his voice. “Do you wanna end up like her?” He scoffed, gazing at me with a frustrated, yet desperate expression.

I titled my head in confusion of his words, almost ignoring him completely so I could proceed through the door.

“Do you wanna end up like Maeve?”

My blood ran cold at the mention of her name, feeling my heart clench for Spencer. I gripped the doorknob, hoping to alleviate the haunting feeling that washed over me. “That’s not fair Spencer” I warned, shutting my eyes, unable to face him.

“You know what’s not fair? You getting yourself hurt- or even worse- because you were too damn stubborn to listen to me-” He peeved. “I don’t know if you realize Y/N, but frankly I’m trying not to end up with another dead gir-”

“That’s not fair Spencer and you know it!” I repeated, meeting the coldness that was present in his usually warm eyes. I gritted my teeth, letting go of the doorknob as he slowly made his towards me.

“Then what’s fair Y/N?” He mocked, shrugging his shoulders in a petty manner.

“I’m going Spencer” I affirmed, standing my ground. His face seemed to harden at my words, the anger and spite in his expression growing into an irrational state. He glared at me, bumping into my shoulder as he brushed past me.

I wish that was what we left on; where he would storm back into the room with an exacerbated stature. But he decided to leave our encounter with a few words that were left to linger in the back of my mind.

“Come back dead for all I care”

part 2

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taglist: @rexorangecouny @howdycharlie @linthebinbag​

part 2 coming soon

also, i’m in my first year of university right now so most of my imagines will be two part-ers because of all the school work- if you’re curious im a biology major. thank you for bearing with me <3

[sserpente]

A/N: May the Fourth be with you all! Request from anon. Enjoy, everyone! ♥

Words: 1778 Warnings: smut

‘Boyfriend’ was such a ridiculous term. ‘Boyfriend’ would indicate that Kylo Ren was yours, no? Ha, he most definitely was not. Kylo Ren was an emotionally unstable mess with powers beyond our comprehension. He was dangerous and he was not to be provoked—something you had not wanted to believe General Hux when he first told you.

Yet here you were now, meeting at night when only a few cleaning droids roamed the hallways to train together, talk and fuck. Naturally, the latter hadn’t initially been the plan. But his face… the first time he had shown himself to you without that intimidating mask and locked his brown eyes with yours, your heart had jumped like an electricity shock rippling right through it. You had seen his pain, his innermost thoughts and sorrows.

And you probably loved him. Certainly though, you would never admit that—not even under torture.

As of late, you had not seen him around often. Kylo was busy finding this oddly talented Rey girl he sought to recruit for his cause and he rarely took the time for you to meet him in his quarters; and you would be lying if you kept telling yourself that it didn’t bother you.

You knew about his Force bond with Rey. You knew that they seemed to understand each other in a way you never would. You were not Force sensitive. You never would be. You were a regular employee fixing things around the Finalizer. Nothing special. And you were bloody jealous.

Gnashing your teeth indignantly, you marched down one of the vast metal hallways on the way back to your own quarters—ten times smaller than Kylo’s but cosy nonetheless. You spent most of your time wandering around when you were upset. Tonight was one of those nights you’d probably end up doing so until the next morning.

The hallway was dimly lit. Emergency lights illuminated the metal ground to your feet, your shoes creating clinking sounds with every step. Gosh, how you hated this! He was on your mind, twenty-four-seven. You had, perhaps, made a grave mistake by falling in love with this man.

You cursed when you tripped over an opened floorboard revealing some complicated electricity and countless wires. Whoever had been working on this today had obviously been too dull to close it again overnight. You gasped when you fell, face-forward, your hands coming up on reflex to cushion your fall when suddenly, you stopped mid-air, only inches before the ground and, unceremoniously, were hoisted back on your feet.

Looking up both in confusion and realisation, you found Kylo standing right in front of you, a few feet away from where you had tripped, his expression unreadable. Almost. There was a hint of anger in his eyes—and for whatever reason, it had you fuming.

“Thank you, Commander… or should I say Supreme Leader now?”

Kylo frowned, stepping closer.

“I was in your quarters. You were not there.” He responded reproachfully. You clenched yours fists. Oh, was it your fault now you had not been available when he finally remembered your existence? You took a deep breath. Remember. He’s not your ‘boyfriend’, that’s not the correct term for whatever he was to you.

“What a shame. Did you leave a note? Good night, Supreme Leader.”

His fists clenched, a low growl escaping his lips. Kylo grabbed your arm the moment you attempted to strut past him, almost smashing you against the nearest wall. You gasped.

“I was looking for you.” He choked out through gritted teeth.

“Well, here I am.” Why now, why tonight? He was clearly frustrated. Perhaps he had come to you to talk. You were the only person around whom he could trust when it came to his dark thoughts and destructive emotions. Swallowing thickly, you shoved your bad conscience away along with him, resulting in Kylo pressing you against the metal with his whole body and leaving you no room to escape.

You flinched when rammed his fist into the wall right next to your head, his whole body shaking with anger and devastation all the while facing the ground. When he looked back up to you, his eyes were glowing yellow.

Anxiously, you took a deep breath. This was not good. This was not good at all. “What happened?”

“What happened?” He repeated mockingly. “It’s her. It’s always her.” Another blow followed his words, leaving a dent in the wall. A faint similarity to what his words did to your heart.

“Then what do you want from me?”

Kylo had no need to ask. He knew what you were thinking. Sleeping with him repeatedly had enabled him to do one thing—he could read your mind so effortlessly you felt no pain whenever he elected to invade it.

Right now, he was holding back. Whether it was hard-earned composure that kept him from hurting or fucking you though, you could not decide. Either way you knew he was not going to answer your question—not directly.

“How was your day?” He forced out instead. Snorting, you raised an eyebrow. Kylo sucked at small talk and casual conversations. You believed by now he actually cared when he asked for your well-being, yet you could tell it was irrelevant to him. Naturally. He had more important matters to attend to.

“Horrible. Hux is making my life here a living hell, as usual. You would know that if you bothered to check on me every now and then. You promised, remember?”

Kylo’s eyes were still a dangerous yellow when they locked with yours again. Noticing your lack of resistance, he placed his right hand on your hip, travelling upwards ever so slowly—over your waist, your stomach, your breasts—until he could wrap his gloved fingers around your neck to squeeze it lightly.

“He will change his ways soon if he wants me to keep him alive.”

You snorted. Kylo squeezed your neck a little harder, causing you to tense up.

“Hux is an arsehole. He demands respect for nothing. Respect is earned.” You spat furiously.

Kylo tilted his head slightly. “But you respect me. I can sense that.”

“Yes. You. Because you could choke me to death without even touching me.”

“That’s not the reason.” It was only the weakest hint of a smirk. Kylo rarely ever smiled genuinely, you were proud to be one of the few people coaxing a little happiness out of him—even when he was furious.

“I’ve told you to stay out of my head, repeatedly.”

“Well, you make it too easy.” Rolling your eyes, you attempted to wriggle away. You longed to be angry at him but the more aware you got of his obvious arousal pressing against your thighs, the more you felt your indignant emotions melting away. You should get away from him now.

“Let me go.”

But instead, Kylo’s grip around your neck tightened even more, almost cutting off your air supply.

“No,” he breathed. “I need you.”

You gasped when he lifted you up and forcefully pried your legs apart, knowing you could never refuse him. Your own excitement betrayed you. Your heart was beating like a steam hammer, your already wet cunt pulsing with need. Moaning, you allowed Kylo to impatiently fiddle around with your one-piece uniform, almost breaking the zipper to reveal your naked body to his yellow eyes.

Was it strange not to feel any fear? It probably was.

Carelessly, he peeled it off until it hung from your ankles until all there was left for him in the way was your knickers. Groaning, he tore them apart and dropped them to the ground.

Kylo was lost, trapped in a headspace you could not quite grasp. Over and over, he mumbled your name as he freed his throbbing cock from under his black armour, aligning it with your soaking entrance.

You dug your fingernails into his shoulders when sheathed himself inside you, the impact of his hard length impaling you knocking all air from your lungs. His hand was still wrapped tightly around your neck. It was an illusion, gave him power over you, to control you. He always did it. He controlled your thoughts, your dreams, your arousal, even your orgasms. Which of all those was it going to be tonight?

You had missed him. Oh, you had missed him so much. Being near him, taking in his scent, resting your forehead against his, kissing him. Your eyes fell shut when he picked up his pace and rutted into you like a possessed animal, hunting his own pleasure like a starving wolf in heat. He knew exactly how to thrust into you to make you squirm and scream, tonight was no different. And right now, you did not care if somebody could hear you. If somebody would catch you fucking the Supreme Leader in the hallway.

“Kylo…”

“You belong… to me…” He growled in response, removing his hand from your neck to bury his face in your hair, inhaling your scent. Sharp pain rippled through you when he bit down on the sensitive skin, suckling violently to leave a love bite that would remind you of his words. This was all about him. Kylo sped up even more, shuddering and breathing heavily when he neared his climax.

He was fucking you so relentlessly you feared he would lose his mind. With but a few more, agitated thrusts, he tossed himself over the edge, burying himself as deep inside you as he possibly could as he came, his hard member coating your tight walls with his warm cum, throbbing and pulsing inside you.

Carnal satisfaction spread in your entire body even though you had not experienced the peak of pleasure yourself. Kylo stilled, his softening length still inside of you, and rested his forehead against yours.

Was this what he had wanted? Why he had gone out of his way in the middle of the night to visit you in your quarters? A quick fuck to get rid of all his built-up frustration? You swallowed, ignoring the painful stings in your chest. And you were not going to say no, of course, not as long as you got to be close to him. You belong to me… it sounded incredibly erotic, like a promise. But you wanted it to be more than just a naughty and filthy threat.

“Let me go now?” You whispered with defeat in your voice.

“No. I want you in my quarters tonight.” Surprised, you looked up and met his eyes—his irises finally having returned to their natural colour. “And that’s where I want you to stay with me from now on.”

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The Same Soul (Part 5)

Available on FF Here and AO3 Here. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4.

Our world AU where Emma and Killian knew each other as teenagers. Killian was sent to spend a summer with family in America. He met foster kid Emma while there. They fell in love but then he was forced back home and she couldn’t take the memories so she ran away, trying her best to move on from the dreams they’d always hoped for. A chance meeting brings them back together years later, and this time nothing and no one will keep them apart. Rated M.

A/N: Hi everyone! So after a long spell away traveling and working (both of which I am still currently doing), I finally found a chance to reengage with this cute little story that I started this summer. It’s been so nice to slip back into this headspace and this AU, and I am so excited to share with you guys all the cuteness it has in store. This chapter picks up the morning after Emma and Killian’s reunion date from Emma’s POV, but if you’re like me you’ll probably need to go back and reread to remember what exactly is happening. Either way, I really hope that you enjoy and thanks so much for reading!

(Present)

Never had a person so full of hope slept so terribly.

Okay, so maybe that was an exaggeration, and honestly Emma had no way to measure that claim, but it felt true this morning as she lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling after only a few hours of restful sleep.

She’d been awake until the wee hours of the morning reliving each moment of the date last night over and over again. Each one felt etched in her memory forever, and to be honest, their evening together had been better than any dream she might have had. Part of her was scared to go to sleep, for maybe she would find that all of this was a mere fantasy, if a very vivid one, but somehow it was real. Knowing that, and waking up this morning with a clear sense that this was actually happening, Emma felt a resurgence of emotions, almost all good, proving to Emma so many things. Most importantly it showed her that the feeling she always carried in her heart, the one that said that she and Killian were never really over, was valid. Killian didn’t just tell her that last night, he showed her with his thoughtfulness and kindness as well as his passion and persistence. He gave her no choice but to believe, and believe she did.

It occurred to her at last that she was smiling, and not some benign, mild grin, but a cheesy, goofy, lovestruck one that made no attempt to hide her happiness. She lifted the blankets above her face and groaned, pretending for a moment that she didn’t want to feel this way, but the smile remained. There was just no shaking it, just like there was no shaking the butterflies that swarmed throughout her very being, or the feel of Killian’s kiss that still lingered on her lips. She was changed by the happenings of last night, altered in a way that she didn’t know she could be, and the world, as a result, seemed more than just a little brighter.

“I wish he was here,” she whispered aloud to herself, her eyes casting towards the window, as she wondered what the man she’d always missed was doing right now. Then it dawned on her that she didn’t have to imagine. She had his number and strict instructions from him to text or call whenever she wished. She laughed a little, thinking of his insistence on that last night.

“I mean it, Emma. If you need me at any time I’ll always answer. No matter what. You have my word.”

She’d wanted to tease him for that earnestness, to remark on the determined look that took over his face just as it used to when they were kids, and to remind him that she was hardly in the throws of crisis. Whatever need she had to see him could wait. She had no emergencies she knew of looming on the horizon, but the words would never pass her lips. There were a few reasons for her silence, but the strongest of them all was simple: she loved his willingness to give her access to him, because she’d been without that for far too long. She might not need anything, but she wanted so much. She yearned for the chance to be with him, speak with him, and grow comfortable again in what they’d always had together. So instead of making jests or playing off his kindness with something shaped like snark, Emma had instead just smiled softly, feeling her cheeks heat from the unrestrained regard that he was showing her before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

Absentmindedly her fingertips came to cover her mouth, her brain playing back the sensation of the stubble that lined his jaw along with the smooth skin underneath. That had been different. He never had a beard as a kid, but Emma liked it. She more than liked it really, and again she felt herself getting hot and bothered and a bit too gooey for her liking over just the thought of this new Killian she was finally getting to meet.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she reached over to the nightstand, grabbing her phone and typed a word of greeting to him.

E: Woke up missing you this morning. Thanks again for last night.

She pressed send without letting herself think too much of the weight of her statement, and before any regret at her candor could appear, the response bubble showed up on her screen, his reply so instantaneous she had to wonder if he’d been about to text her himself.

K: I’m not sure ‘miss’ is strong enough for what I feel. It feels wrong to be without you, Emma. I have had no thoughts all morning that didn’t come running back to you.  

Emma’s heart skipped at his words and she felt the faintest pressure at the back of her throat. Much more of this and she’d get teary eyed, but she didn’t hate it. It felt too good to hate this, even if she hadn’t been this vulnerable or emotional in more years than she cared to count.

E: We should fix this. Breakfast?

She posed the question truly hoping that she could see him as soon as possible, but she didn’t expect her phone to light up with the signal of him calling her.

“Hello?”

“Emma,” Killian said, and she swore she could hear the relief in his voice.

“So did you like the breakfast idea, or…?” She asked, this time making no attempt to hide her teasing.

“I’d like nothing more, love, but unfortunately I’ve got court all morning.”

“Oh right, I forgot. You’re not like me – you’ve got an actual 9 to 5 job,” she said, trying to hide her disappointment and slight embarrassment. As her own boss she set whatever hours she wished and after scoring as big a skip as August Booth yesterday, Emma could go quite a while without really intense work of any kind.

“Aye, I do. Well mostly. But tonight I swear I’ll make it up to you.”

“Killian, you don’t have to do that,” she insisted. “I know how much your work means to you, and I know how much it means to your clients. There’s no way you stick to normal hours, you’re probably working all the time, so if you don’t want to get together tonight -,”

“I do. Absolutely, one hundred percent,” he interrupted, forcefully informing her of his desire and making her laugh as he did.

“Okay, great, but just know that I’d never blame you for working. I think what you do is just about the most honorable thing a person can do. I…” she trailed off, her voice more thoughtful as she confessed the last part. “I’m really proud of you.”

Emma listened as a sound murmured through the phone call that was a cross between a masculine purr and an animal’s growl, and she felt a warm thrill shoot through her. She knew exactly how Killian would look right now. He would be on edge, fist curled up in a ball and shoulders tense, trying to think of a way to get to her even though he shouldn’t. He had responsibilities, and she had meant what she said whole heartedly. She was proud of him and she would never resent the good that he did for others on a daily basis.

“You don’t make it easy, love.”

“Excuse me?” she asked, intrigued to know what he meant.

“All I want is to come to you, sweep you off your feet, and run away with you at any given moment, and then you say things like that and…” he was silent for a while, and she practically felt his passion through the phone as she waited for him to finish explaining what he meant. “Let’s just say there’s not a being in the world more tempting than you, love.”

“Well what’s the old saying? Absence makes the heart grow fonder?”

“I hate that saying,” he rebutted and she sighed.

“Me too,” she whispered, barely loud enough to be heard before she rallied and put on a braver face. “But tonight’s not so far away, is it?”

“Let’s agree to disagree,” he countered and she smiled again, though she managed to bite back the laugh at his surliness. In the background she heard a knocking sound, likely someone at his office door, and Killian told them to wait a moment before he addressed her again. “I’ll come to you tonight, love. I’ll text you when I’m leaving.”

She agreed to that, not needing details about what they’d do or where they’d go. She’d be happy with anything, as long as she had him beside her.

Jumping out of bed, Emma went about her morning routine. She got as ready as she needed to on a slow, mid-week morning with no real plans, and then headed towards the kitchen. But just as she was passing the front corridor, a knock sounded. She jumped, not expecting anyone this time of day (or really ever if she were honest), but a look through the peep hole was all she needed to start smiling again. Opening the door she saw what awaited her.

“Delivery for Emma Swan,” the young man announced, handing her a tray with a coffee and pastry bag from her favorite nearby spot. Then he produced a mix of summer flowers, and told her they were courtesy of Killian Jones like it wouldn’t be obvious to her.

With barely more than a thank you, Emma accepted the gifts, heading back inside and locking the door behind her. The sweet smell of the flowers filled the air around her, and then she got a whiff of the coffee and blueberry muffin and she nearly moaned aloud. This was perfect, and it was made all the better because it showed yet again that Killian was paying attention. She’d recommended this tiny corner café as a throwaway last night, not really thinking about it, but Killian made a note and made her feel so special as a result.

These are the kind of things that make me love him.

The thought was so natural, Emma didn’t even think about it for a moment, instead digging into the bag and taking off a piece of the melt in your mouth muffin, but when she realized where her mind was moving so surely and instinctively, she stopped suddenly. Love, as in the present tense. It was a shocking thing. Killian had been back in her life for less than 24 hours, but so naturally she’d used that precious four-letter word. And the thing was she felt it; that love she always had was still absolutely in her heart, but the voice that told her to be cautious was back. This was fast, really fast, no matter how long they’d known each other, and yes, she trusted Killian, but she could she really trust herself?

Much as she might not like to let these thoughts linger, Emma couldn’t quite escape them as the morning went on. She finished her breakfast, sent a thankful text to Killian for his sweetness, and then did some house hold chores and all the while she told herself not to overthink it, and to just trust in something that would make her really happy, but still the anxiety lingered. She could have suppressed it and just tried to push through, something she had learned how to do over the years better than most, but Emma knew that she couldn’t run or avoid these worried feelings and expect things to be okay. The only way to get rid of them was to really process them, and as such, she really had only one choice. She had to go to a trusted source and talk this out, and there was only one person who she currently held in such high esteem who could help her do that.

Luckily the commute to that source of reflection wasn’t anything too trying, and all it took was a quick trip in her car and a picturesque walk up a well-manicured lawn at a spacious old New England estate. This had once been a place defined by luxury and class, home to a family that had probably come over on the actual Mayflower, but in recent years the home had been sold off and then converted from a once stately manor to a now cozy and comfortable assisted living home, filled with residents who were older, but no less happy at this stage in all their lives. Emma, being a somewhat regular at this home, was greeted not only by staff, but by residents as well, but none of them made her feel as welcome or as immediately comforted as the one she came to see.

In the moments before Mrs. Hubbard noticed her arrival, Emma thought not for the first time how fortunate she was to have this woman in her life. She had been a kind soul during that fateful summer at camp, and she always made Emma feel like a special and worthy young girl, but Mrs. H’s empathy and courtesy went so much further than that. When Emma was at her lowest point, having nowhere to go and a real risk of landing on the streets, she’d found Mrs. H again, and the older woman had given everything she could to help Emma land on her feet while still largely paving her own way. Mrs. Hubbard granted Emma agency, helped her find a job, and finish school, all while slowly laying down a sense of trust Emma really needed. She’d always been alone, and losing Killian not so long before had amplified that to a harrowing extent, but Mrs. H rose to the challenge of Emma’s walls and fear. She stuck by her and was a constant support, and now, all these years later, Emma knew that they were really each other’s only family. Mrs. H’s husband had died years ago, and they’d never had children, but Emma always felt that was a terrible shame given how much love and strength Marie Hubbard had to give.

“Oh, Emma! I was so hoping you would come today,” the older woman said with a warm and genuine smile as Emma came to give her a big hug. She was genuinely thrilled to see Emma, as she would be on any day at any time, yet Emma could see that the gears in Mrs. Hubbard’s mind were turning. She was up to something, and Emma knew what that likely meant.

“Let me guess, Mrs. Johnson’s grandson is visiting again?”

“Ha ha,” Mrs. H quipped, though Emma knew she wasn’t too far off.  She waited her old friend and mentor out, knowing that this woman who was the closest thing she had to family was going to cave and tell her soon enough. “I’ll have you know it’s Carl MacDonald’s grandson, and he’s not here quite yet. He’s coming at noontime for lunch.”

“Much as I might like to be blindly set up…” Emma joked, but she trailed off, not able to even really engage with the idea. Mrs. H immediately picked up on the change in her behavior and bombarded her with a stream of questions.

“Emma, what’s happened? What’s going on? Are you all right?”

Was she all right? Well yes, but truthfully she could be so much more if she’d just allow herself to try. That’s why she was here – to try and get to a place where she was brave enough to go for it.

“He’s back,” she whispered, and though it took a few seconds for Mrs. H to follow, Emma knew she didn’t have to specify who ‘he’ was. There was only one man she’d ever spoken to Mrs. H about over the years that they’d been connected, and only one person she’d ever be so immediately affected by.

“Killian? Your Killian?” Emma nodded. “But how did he find you?”

Emma explained how yesterday’s events had transpired, and the looks that flashed across Mrs. H’s face spoke volumes. She was shocked, excited, and so exceedingly pleased that by the time Emma had finished giving her a brief rundown of their date, she was clapping her hands together like a little girl. She bounced in her seat and scooted closer, as if by doing so she could more fully invest in this new happenstance.

“So, when are you seeing him again?”

“I’m supposed to see him tonight.”

“Supposed to?” Mrs. H asked confused, and Emma looked away, feeling the shame of her own fear. Of course Mrs. H would see this as a given. Anyone in their right mind would. Here was the one who’d gotten away back in Emma’s life again, somehow grown into a person she could feel even more for, and she was hesitating. Despite what she had promised him last night, she was wobbling on her ability to give herself to him again. What kind of person did that? How broken and damaged and –

Mrs. H grasped Emma’s hand and pulled it to her, forcing Emma to look back to the person she trusted most throughout these last ten years. In her eyes there was understanding, but where Emma expected to see judgment, there was none, only sympathy and earnestness.

“Emma, dear, I know you’re not always pleased when things get emotional, but do an old lady a favor and indulge me, okay? I want you to think to yourself right now everything that you’re feeling. Look each thought right in the eyes and put a name to it.”

Emma had heard this tactic before, especially when first coming to Mrs. H for help, and she was well acquainted with the process by now. In her head she ran through all of her thoughts, good, bad, and the murky gray that lay there in between. She narrowed it down to three main contenders: hope, joy, and fear.

“Now, I want you to push every other one of those thoughts away. They’ve had their time. For now, all I want you to tell me is what you feel when you think of Killian. What’s the first thing you associate with him?”

“Love,” Emma admitted, and she realized she was saying this out loud for the first time in years.

“Now is this love in the past, the present, or the future?”

“Well we’re definitely two for three,” Emma joked, and though Mrs. H humored her with a smile, she remained quiet until she heard what Emma really had to say. “It’s all of them. I’ve loved him all this time, and I can’t imagine a time when I won’t. He’s just…”

Words didn’t do Emma’s feelings justice. Nothing seemed like enough to express the discombobulated jumble in her heart and in her soul. It was riotous and chaotic, but somehow also peaceful and soothing. It made her wish for more than she had in a long long time, but also had her fearing that she could lose everything she’d worked so hard for. It was too much and not enough, strong and subtle, terrifying and magical, and with all of that bubbling up inside her, Emma found herself at a loss for any coherent turn of phrase.

“He’s your true love, honey.” 

“Is that what the kids are calling them these days?” Emma asked and Mrs. H guffawed at her.

“You joke, Emma, but you know I’m right. That man is written in your heart and in your soul. You’re tied together and that’s the way it was meant to be,” Mrs. H said with conviction. “But just because a love is true and worth chasing doesn’t mean it won’t scare the bejezus out of you.”

Emma laughed at the dated word choice and she felt a little of her tension go. It helped a lot to feel like she wasn’t crazy, and like maybe everyone felt a little fear when it came to love, no matter who they were or what the situation.

“So what do I do? About the fear, I mean?”

“You tell that voice inside your head that’s scared and worried and telling you to run or build up more walls that you’re not interested in that life anymore. You’re grown now. You’re strong, smart, and kind. You have roots and you have purpose, and most importantly, Emma, you have a beautiful, generous heart. You have love to give, and this man, he’s worthy of it. He was worthy then and by all accounts he is worthy now. So you tell the fear to take a hike, and you jump. You take the risk and you reap the rewards.”

“And if it all goes south?”

“It won’t, I promise you that. It’ll all be exactly as it should be,” Mrs. H said sternly, before squeezing Emma’s hand once more. “Have I ever made you a promise I couldn’t keep?”

Emma shook her head, “No, ma’am.”

“Exactly, and right now I promise that you can trust yourself.”

“I know I can,” Emma admitted. “I did last night and still this morning. I felt myself give in and believe so much, but it’s hard to remember that things are different. It doesn’t have to be like last time.”

“No it does not,” Mrs. Hubbard agreed. “We are none of us defined by who we were or what once happened. Every day is a new start, every moment a fresh chance. So take this moment for what it is – a second shot at the love you deserve.”

“You always know just what to say,” Emma said, the sting of tears playing at her eyes, even though she wouldn’t let them fall.

“That’s called wisdom, honey. It comes with age, right between the arthritis and the cataracts.”

Both of them laughed at the joke and Emma felt herself releasing all her unwanted tension, choosing again to side with hope over fear. As she did that, she also enjoyed the rest of her time with Mrs. H, musing about the would be future a little more, before adequately distracting the older woman with chatter about her fellow nursing home residents. But even when Emma left later, she still felt herself riding high. The smiles were back, as were the butterflies and the not so subtle surge of hope. This was probably what people meant when they used the term love struck, but for Emma it seemed to be her natural state whenever she had the promise of Killian in her life.

Throughout the day she and Killian were in contact via text, and all the while he made her laugh and somehow miss him more, so much that she didn’t know how she’d wait until the end of the day. Then he texted her that he only had one case left and Emma had a bright idea – instead of waiting for him to get to her, she could use this chance to see him sooner and get a little preview of his work. The thought had her moving so quickly that her walk to the courthouse took half the time it normally would, and by the time she got there she was so eager to see him, she completely forgot about the one thing that stood in her way.

“Oh I knew it! I totally knew it!” Ruby yelled from behind the clerk’s desk and Emma whipped her head to her new friend and shushed her, trying to avoid the stares that were all now thrown their way. “You and Killian totally hooked up!”

“We did not!” Emma stressed, fighting off a blush as best she could.

“You didn’t?” Ruby asked, looking almost dejected before rallying again. “Well something had to happen to put that look in your eyes and that pep in his step. I heard that man whistle today, Emma. He whistled!”

“So he’s here?” Emma clarified, looking towards the court room doors and wondering which judge he was in front of for this case.

“Mhmm, and I’ll be sure to tell you where he is as soon as you tell me everything.”

“We had a date,” Emma confessed, feeling less embarrassed than she thought she would. Instead it was actually kind of fun to dish like this. She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had shared with anyone other than Mrs. H, and Ruby was the most willing of recipients.

“And…?”

“And it was… perfect,” Emma admitted, spilling a bit more without getting into the weeds. She told Ruby that they’d reconnected after years apart and that the date went so well they were planning for another one tonight.  

“Girl I should hate you right now. Good looking man like that with the job and the accent and the whole ‘bad boy with a heart of gold’ thing going?” Ruby quipped, flipping her hair dramatically as she fanned herself with her other hand before breaking into a grin. “But honestly, I just can’t. I’ve known you too long now to doubt that you deserve this. Seriously, Emma, it’s good to see you so happy.”

“Thanks, Ruby,” Emma said, really appreciating the kindness from this other woman.

“But rekindled love or not, don’t think you’re getting out of that girls’ night on Saturday. We don’t discriminate and even the happily settled girls have to come.”

“I wouldn’t exactly say it’s settled,” Emma said, trying to curb some of Ruby’s enthusiasm even though she felt that settled was definitely on the way.

“You keep telling yourself that,” Ruby joked before pointing down the right side of the hallway. “And in the meantime, you’ve paid the toll. He’s in court room three and their arguments just started.”

Emma thanked Ruby before heading towards the big oak doors that held Killian’s current trial. She saw that the prosecution was just finishing their summation and set up for the day’s hearing, and she picked up a few details. This was a case against a teenage girl who had stolen something, and from the sound of things, the state wanted her charged in a really exorbitant way. That on it’s own seemed wrong to Emma. She was so young, and there didn’t appear to be any priors, but it was made worse by the fact that they also didn’t want to try her immediately. They claimed they needed more time, and Emma could truly empathize on how scary that must be. Being arrested and charged would be bad enough, but getting stuck in limbo for a while before there was any resolution? Well that was just awful. 

“Objection, your honor!” Killian exclaimed, interrupting the defense’s half assed explanation of why a delay was needed. “Opposing counsel is attempting to waste all of our time with delays and continuances, and that’s after overblowing charges when the act in question truly amounts to a misdemeanor at best.”

“Your honor –,” the prosecutor attempted to intervene but was shot down.

“Not now, Ms. Mills. Much as you might not like it, the defense is entitled to make an argument. That’s how the law works. It’s give and it’s take until it’s judgment. Continue Mr. Jones.”

Emma saw the prosecutor go rigid, her stance angry and hostile, and that made Emma happy. She actually smiled at the other woman’s displeasure, and she was sure Killian wanted to as well, but he stayed totally professional as he pressed forward.

“Thank you, your honor. What the prosecution fails to grasp while they strive for these underhanded motions, is that time isn’t a luxury for all of us. My client is in her last year of high school and every day she’s here is one less she gets credit for. But more importantly, my client and her little sister are both in placement at Brownings House right now, and the longer this case drags on, the longer she is held on trumped up charges or burdened with the lengthy process of this court, the more likely it is they’ll fill her spot, separating these two girls from the only family either of them have.”

“So what are you requesting counselor?” the judge asked.

“If this thing is going to go to trial, your honor, which we argue is in itself ridiculous, let it be now. Every day we wait is an unnecessary risk, and we’re confident the law will prevail, but only if this trial is conducted with speed as well as justice.”

The judge ruled in Killian’s favor, moving the proceedings on, and right as Killian was about to sit down again he saw her, his eyes honing in on her before he sent a boyish grin her way. Emma felt her stomach clutch in anticipation and she felt a mix of enjoyment and pride, and that only amplified as the trial went on. Killian was so in control, so agile in his argument, but empathetic in his pleading on the behalf of this young girl. He was in his element like this, a showman but only because the case deserved it, and by the time that it was all said and done, the case was thrown out by the judge and Killian had come out on top. That was admirable any day, but when it gave a kid their life back it was truly something special. Emma felt blessed to witness it all, watching the happy embrace the girl gave Killian before she hugged her younger sister who was seated right behind her, crying happy tears of sheer relief.

“Emma, love, I didn’t expect you,” Killian said when he could finally break away, coming to her as soon as he had thanked the judge, exchanged parting jabs with the prosecutor, and seen his charge into the care of her social worker.

“That makes two of us. What you did just then, that was amazing.”

“You think so?” Killian asked, his hand coming to scratch behind his ear in a slight show of bashfulness.

“I do. Some might even call it heroic.”

“Well the ‘some’ have never been of interest to me. Now, you on the other hand, that’s a different story.”

“I think it’s safe to say that to those two girls you’re a hero,” Emma said, watching as both sisters headed out of the court room. “And I share their opinion, one hundred percent.”

“Damn I wish I could kiss you right now,” Killian growled out and Emma felt the thrill of his want rip through her at his admission.

“Why can’t you?” Emma asked, and no sooner had she said the words than Killian pulled her towards him and brought his lips to her.

The kiss was sure, sweet, and steamy as could be. It was hardly appropriate for a courtroom, but Emma didn’t care. She arched closer, meeting him beat for beat, and soon enough everything else faded away. She forgot where they were entirely, giving into the feel of his hands on her and the taste of this sweet embrace. It was captivating in a way that couldn’t be denied, and the only thing that brought either of them back to themselves was the purposeful and overstated clearing of someone’s throat at the doorway.

“Hate to break this, uh, special moment, up, but thought you both might like to know that Ruby’s gotten wind of this and she’s zeroing in now. If you want to make a getaway, now’s probably your only chance.”

“Good looking out, mate,” Killian said to the bailiff, straightening up a bit though the light sparkling in his eyes held the same mix of lust and mischief that he’d had just before the kiss began. “Shall we, love?”

“Absolutely.”

Killian offered his hand to her and Emma readily accepted it, rushing out beside him and having such fun making a getaway like this was some big, epic thing. But beneath the fun and the frill of the moment, Emma’s real happiness came simply from being with Killian. And though she didn’t know where they were heading or what the rest of the night may hold, she couldn’t wait to experience it and to treasure every moment that the two of them now had the chance to share. Because Mrs. H was right when she called this a second chance, and Emma, for her part, had no intention of squandering it.

Post-Note: So there we have it! Sorry it took so long to get this chapter to you all but I hope you have enjoyed and that you’ll continue on the story with me. Next chapter will also be from Emma’s POV but back in the past, and as of now we’re only about half way through what I envision for this fic. Much more to come, and thankfully, at least in my view, it’s all fluff and cuteness. Thanks so much for reading and hope you all have a great weekend!

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There used to be a rumour going around when children withinnocence were discovered; random disappearances happened when finders orexorcists passed through cities- the young, the elderly- it didn’t matter whatage you were. Sometimes, they took people who lived alone- ones who didn’t haverelatives or who had already been secluded from society for being – well –themselves.

That was a hundred years ago though.

And though the rumour still floated around, no one couldactually tell if it was real or not.

Well.

No one from the common family of course.

The higher ups of the hideous organization and certain membersof the Noah family knew where the truth lies; and survivors of the cruelexperiments conducted by the Order – though scarce – didn’t have anyonethey could turn to. Who could you talk to about your experiences when the veryorganization that you were talking about was protecting the innocent?

That was how ______ had lived their life.

In hiding.

In secrecy.

In fear of that one day, the Order would drag them back into thecursed place and perform more experiments on them.

All in the name of the greater good.

So when Tyki accidentally walked into their room while they weredeep in thought, his first order of business was to scare them half to death-in which he’d succeeded. ______ screamed as if their life depended on it,bolted halfway across the room, and curled up into a ball screaming at him to leaveme alone, I’m not going in there, or some other unintelligiblephrases that Tyki’s ears couldn’t pick up on.

He was dumbstruck, staring at his partner who had always beencomposed- he never could get a reaction out of them and he didn’t think thefirst time they’d react, it would be this bad. So he sat down with them,approaching them gently and sitting a little ways off from the sobbing messthat was his partner.

Slowly, he drew nearer - his hand on their back and his voicelow as he called their name. He can feel them visibly flinching under histouch, the shaking showing no signs of stopping. He gently took hold of theirhands, slowly prying them away from where they were digging into their skin,and told them to follow his lead and breathe deeply- and they did. Slowly, hisvoice penetrated the fog that surrounded their mind and they did as they weretold. When their breathing was back to normal, they swallowed thickly; afraidof what Tyki’s reactions would be from what he had just witnessed.

It was a part of them that they never wanted anyone to see- muchless him.

“I-“

“Calm down,” Tyki touched his forehead with theirs, forcefullymaking them focus on him and him alone.

“Breathe. Get your head in order first. If you don’t want totell me, it’s fine. I just want to know that you’re okay,” tears welled up intheir eyes and they nodded meekly, closing their eyes and focusing on pushingthe memories back.

It wasn’t until an hour later- when Tyki had them lay on his lapand they were almost falling to sleep- did they finally tell Tyki about theirpast; the one that they had tried so hard to suppress.

And Tyki wouldn’t say it- lord knows he’s too sweet of a man forthat – but _______ could feel the anger radiating off of him in waves. Theycould feel it in the way he started shaking and the way his hands stoppedrunning themselves through their hair- instead choosing to run through his ownmessy locks. They could feel it in the shaky sigh that Tyki tried to silence.

Tyki was already plotting revenge over the idiots that daredtouch his beloved.

If he had to tear the whole Order apart, then so be it.

He’d ripped them apart- no matter the consequences.

Wisely stared into the crowd in boredom, loosening the tie ofhis suit so that he could breathe better now that the party was finally dwindling down. He knewthe Earl had invited everyone in town- nobles and high rankings and well offfamilies alike. He also knew that because of the latest strange occurrencesthat had happened in the area, it was the only reason why the Earl would host aparty, why the people were filled with unrest, and why some of his brotherswere missing.

And even though half the city was in the huge ballroom owned bythe Noah family, the streets outside were crowded with party-goers andcivilians and the occasional akumas in disguise. His eyes roamed the many facesof the crowd, searching for one in particular out of habit. He’d learn a neattrick to block other people’s thoughts out of his head, especially when lookingfor that special someone who he could only seemingly catch while they were in acrowd like this.

No sooner had he stepped out onto the balcony did he see afamiliar face slipping into an alley, resting against the wall to regain theirsense of balance and self. The corners of his lips turned into a smile, contentwith having seen them from afar but his feelings bloomed and blossomed when the(h/c) turned their head up, meeting his gaze with their brilliant (e/c) orbs.He grinned, waving at them from the balcony of the Noah family’s mansion andthe girl did the same, excitement glimmering in their eyes.

“Ah- he’s busy tonight. I should get going then,” he heard thethoughts swimming in her head, resting his chin in the palm of his hand as hecontinued to stare at her in complete adoration and affection; he knew he wassmitten with her the moment he had laid eyes on her all those weeks ago, but hedidn’t think it would get to a point where they were always in his mind. Healmost wanted to shout for them to stay, that no he wasn’t busy, andthat he wouldn’t mind having their company for the rest of the night but heknew that his voice would only get lost in the murmur of the crowd.

“Stay with me?” his mouth formed the words, syllable by syllableto make sure that she would understand what it was that he was trying to conveybut the (h/c) simply shook her head, holding a hand up in apology as well asmouthing the words he was disappointed to hear.

“Maybe next time?” his lips turned into a visible pout, eyes narrowingas he watched the girl chuckle quietly at his antics. He sighed, shruggingslightly as her thoughts intruded in his headspace yet again.

“I hope he’s not mad at me,” how could he? How could he ever bemad at her when he was so infatuated with her? What a ridiculous question thishuman has, he thought to himself as he tried to suppress the laughter bubblingup his throat. He waved goodbye to her, wishing her a good night and her doingthe same, turning her head from side to side to look for an opening for a wayout.

When, on the third try, she turned her head to the side, shevisibly froze- eyes widening at something she had spotted. Wisely was woken bythe sudden pain in his head and he stiffened as well, straightening his postureas he frantically wondered what was wrong with his partner. Their mind hadsuddenly gone blank, the white noise that had replaced their thoughts akin tothe cold stabbing pain he felt on his temples.

He didn’t need to be a mind-reader to know that something hadshook her; he could see her hands clenching into fists on the fabric of hercloak, her chest rising and falling in labored breaths, and her eyes as glassy and unfocused. He could feel the intensity of her feelings even as he pulled himselfaway from the railing and out the ballroom doors, the terror from her jumbledthoughts scaring even him.

“_______!” He yelled out of instinct, the grand doors of themansion thrown open by sheer force as he ran outside, stopping to catch hisbreath as he tried to recall where the position of the balcony to her locationwas situated. When he finally saw her standing out from the crowd, he forcedhis way through; pushing past people to get to her to calm her down.

He called for her and, when no response came, he pulled on herarm to snap her out of it; but to no avail. Her mind was far away from wherethey were and her eyes were trained on the pair of people she had seen wadingthrough the crowd.

He turned his gaze towards where he thought her gaze was andimmediately he could see two exorcists of the Order standing out from the crowdlike sore thumbs, their black uniforms contrasting with the vibrant, and plainclothing of the civilians around them. His eyes narrowed and his hold on hertightened and, only then, could he hear the thoughts whirring in her mind oncemore.

“Stop struggling child,”

No.

“Let go of me!”

Stop.

“Do it!!”

Please!

“Father!”

_____ gasped after Wisely heard the hoarse male voice yelling inher mind, her breathing irregular and her whole person shaking from fear. Tearsfell from her eyes in a constant stream and she took a step back, shaking herhead as the two uniformed exorcists drew nearer. Wisely reached out for herhand, taking them in his hand gently as he called her name, hoping to calm herdown some but all he did was make her yell out of shock- frantic (e/c) eyesturning to stare at him with mixtures of emotions that he couldn’t pinpoint.

“Wi….. wi… wise….ly….?” her lips trembled and her voice crackedand her eyes stared at him but it was like she was far far away and Wisely wasnothing short of scared because he didn’t know what was going on and hecouldn’t catch glimpses of her memory to know what was going on but it wasclear to him that something about the Black Order had traumatized her so he didthe only thing he thought to have been reasonable at the time.

“_______..? Can you walk?” he held her at arm’s length, movingin front of her to obscure her vision of the uniformed men. She wasn’t lookingat him anymore- she was looking everywhere but him- and her mind was so jumbledand noisy that it caused Wisely great pain in his head but he couldn’t affordto stop reading her mind lest she reverted back to the blank state he hadcaught her in. She shook her head, hesitantly, as if unsure of her ownabilities.

“We need to get you out of here, yeah? The Earl is looking forme, probably, so I need you to come with me, yeah?” ____ nodded, her movementsshaky and jumpy as he moved closer to her. He wound his arm around her waist,feeling her jump under his touch before he whispered for her to relax.

“I can’t go back,”

“I don’t want to go back,”

“I can’t go back,”

He could feel her breathing stuttering and he stared at her inmild concern, pushing open the gate to the property and up the staircase andinto his room. Wisely sat her down on his bed, still staring at her in concernas he took his place besides hers. He called for her gently, carefully placinghis hand over hers in an attempt to comfort her only to have her flinchviolently, her head whipping around so fast to stare at him that he was takenaback himself.

They stared at each other for what seemed like the longest oftime; (e/c) orbs softened and tears starting cascading down her cheeks inwaterfalls, shaky words of gratitude falling from her lips as she pulled herfriend into an embrace- grateful for his existence and presence at the time.Wisely patted her back, closing his eyes to hear her thoughts better.

Fragmented they were, but unintelligible, they were not.

His hands clenched into fists when he found the reason for herbreakdown- cursing himself for not acting sooner and cursing her memories formaking her relive such painful experiences at the mere sight of the bloodyorganization she was fortunate enough to escape from. As her shaking subsidedand her breathing slowed, Wisely gently laid the girl down on his bed,discarding her of her outer wear and covering her with the duvet to make sureshe was as comfortable as can be.

He gave a pained smile towards the sleeping (h/c) murmuring agood night under his breath as he closed the door of the room, engulfing theoccupant in total darkness. The night was still young, he insisted, as he toldthe servant nearby that no one was to enter his room unless he was in beforewalking towards the ballroom where his family resided.