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Professor Howlett

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, no protection, fingering, vaginal, doggy, pet names, squirting, age gap (legal!)

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x Student (Mutant) reader

Summary: Your history professor always seemed uninterested in you, that was until you missed his class.

Word count: 2.6k

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Throughout high school I’ve always kind of stood out. To be honest, I only have myself to blame. Bright colours and statement pieces are just so much more appealing, than wearing something ‘plain.’ Unfortunately, I did more than just “stand out” that day, just three weeks away from senior graduation. That fateful day, I was so close to the finish line, before my stupid ex-boyfriend discovered my secret, and outed it to the entire student body.

That I’m a mutant…

That was what led me across the coast, for most of the past year, running from god knows what. I heard the stories of mutants being hunted and gone missing, and I didn’t intend to stick around long enough, that I wouldn’t at least make it to my 20th birthday.

However, my days of swindling folks of cash and food came to a halt, when I spotted a man with red-tinted glasses watching me. His invested gaze observed my every movement, so I grabbed all my shit, and the last bit of petty change I managed to get, and sprinted into a crowd.

Just as I thought I was in the clear, my face collided with a colossal, firm chest. I pressed the heels of my palms into it, and felt the cotton of his white shirt, and the rough, yet smooth texture of his worn-in, leather jacket.

Logan Howlett, or should I say, Mr. Howlett, my history Professor... After he and Scott captured me, they dragged me by the ankles to their school for the “gifted.” I cringed when they said where we were headed, but once I arrived and saw all the kids, like me, going about their lives, free, I knew everything would be more than okay.

And one thing I knew for sure, is that I wouldn’t mind attending Mr. Howlett’s class. Did I know shit about history, yes. But I’ve always had a thing for the older guy, and from what I’ve heard, he’s more than enough in that department.

...

This morning, racing out of my room, I swore profusely at my tardiness... Just my luck. The one day that week I get to see and listen to Logan talk for an hour straight, my alarm malfunctions.

Multitasking between attempting to tie my hot-pink heels, wrapping my sparkly bag over my shoulder, and shutting my door, I missed the approaching figure behind me.

“It’s past 11 am, where do you think you’re headed?” I swivel on my toes, spinning to face Storm. “Class?”

“The only class you have left today kid, is at 2. You’ve managed to miss the rest already,” she scolds flatly.

“Noooo,” I fake astonishment and defeat, as I slowly back away from Storm's scrutinizing stare. She calls my name after I’ve taken at least two large steps backward. “Logan wants to see you,” she states, exasperated.

“Oh?” I straighten out, stopping my next step short. “Ok!” I exclaim, a little too perky. She huffs a faint smirk and walks off, and I take flight, zooming to Logan’s class, where he’s most likely dozed off.

Lo and behold, after knocking once and receiving no response, I open the door to see him snoring. With his legs fully extended, and feet resting on his desk, I bask in his lengthy physic. I giggle and then go towards him.

Mr. Howlett?” I say, clearing my throat loudly, he grunts in his sleep and I smile. “Mr. Howlett?” I say even sweeter. A second later, I swear he mumbles my name and my heart stutters, but he’s still sleeping. I move in closer to his ear. “Logan,” I announce rigidly, and my change in tone makes him flinch, legs falling off the table, eyes popping open.

He rasps my name, voice echoing through the classroom. I refused to move away from my position, wanting to seem unaffected by him, but I was anything but. With his lazy eyes roaming over my skin, my heart races wildly. He clears his throat, and rolls his eyes away after taking in my attire, as he usually does —gives me a once-over, and rolls his eyes back to his focus on his lecture.

“You missed class, that isn’t like you,” he notes, almost to himself.

“Yes and I’m sorry-“

“I hope it wasn’t because you were too busy picking that outfit.” Logan scoffs and my eyes widen. He’s always made snarky comments, and this wasn’t anything new, but every time he does, I can’t help the boiling feeling in my lungs, that makes me rise to defend myself. “No, maybe I just felt like sleeping in?” I declare. A short-lived chuckle escapes him. “And you’re just gonna admit to that?” He smirks as he faces me. “I don’t like kids skipping my class.”

“First off, I’m an adult, second, you don’t care when kids skip your class,” I retort, with a growing smile, beaming across my face. Though, his complimentary smile, drops as mine comes to full form. He’s never seemed fond of my smile, or maybe it’s just me.

“You don’t skip my class.” He states once again, and my head quirks in confusion. “Um, I’m sorry?” I compromise, “It won’t happen again.”

“It better not,” He remarks dangerously. My brows furrow.

“Okay, I don’t get why it matters so much to you Mr. Howlett.” I place my hands on my hips, gazing down at him in his chair like I'm reprimanding a child. Which he is not akin to.

He lifts from his chair, standing up. I gasp as he towers over me. “Watch your tone, or I’ll fail ya,” he counters, fighting a smirk, staying stoic. “What?” I yelp and his smirk breaks through. My jaw goes slack. “Mr. Howlett, that’s not funny!”

“What’s not funny, is you pretending like calling me 'Mr. Howlett,' doesn’t turn you on.”

I freeze in disbelief. Was this one of my daydreams? Am I really awake right now?

“You heard me, you damn highlighter,” he asserts. “Call me Logan for fucks sake, if you’re a damn adult.” His scratchy voice loses its humour, and I stay frozen to the spot. “Get outta here, would ya,” Logan orders as he leisurely retakes his seat, getting comfortable for his next nap.

Unable to drag myself away, my eyes refocus on the subject of my desires. “Why do I have such a thing for assholes.”

Before Logan can respond angrily, I sit on his lap, dropping my purse to the floor, and straddling his hips. I cup his perplexed face and crash our mouths together, moulding them into one. He grunts in surprise as if he didn’t expect me to retaliate, as if he didn’t expect that I would want him this way.

He half-heartedly pulls away between kisses, whispering my name in small protests, but he gets muffled by my lips and grinds on his lap. Quickly, his objections turn into fierce groans. He takes my hips into his hands, tightly gripping into my flesh as he pushes me back, onto his desk. I whimper as his crotch stays glued to my core, even as we move. One hand then moves from my hip to my neck, holding it, then slowly sliding to my jaw, grasping it in a hungry, pressing kiss. His tongue laps my mouth, completely dominating me, and I struggle to breathe.

Just as I’m about to pull away to comment on how desperate he seems, his other hand flips me over with ease. My stomach is now on top of his desk, his crotch, like iron against my ass, and his hands trace down from my shoulder blades, to my bum. With my head hung over the desk, I pant, practically drooling.

“You’re asking for detention pinky,” he mutters, and I respond by pushing back into his hard cock. “I'm a sucker for extra attention teach,” I mention, as sensually as I could muster. He chuckles lowly, and I shudder. The pressure of his dick doesn’t change, and his hands continue their unhurried venture of me. “You like attention sweets?” Logan questions softly. His tone makes me shiver and whimper, yet again. “I like yours.”

“Just mine?” He questions darkly, telling me he doesn’t actually want any opposition. “Yes,” I whisper.

His voice drops an octave as he swears, rolling his hips into me once. I moan loudly. “Shhhh princess, you tryna alert the entire building?” He asks with amusement evident. I shake my head, no, and he laughs by my ear as he dips down. “Good, because I don’t like sharing your attention,” he says passively. “And I’d like to be the only ‘asshole,’ that gets to see what’s under these ridiculous clothes.”

“Hey!” I object meekly. I feel him smile as he leans away from my ear, and I turn my head over my shoulder to watch him peer down at where our bodies meet. “You probably want me to fuck you on this desk.” He speaks as though I’m not there to hear him. “Ya probably want to be taken here so that every time you’re sitting in my class, you can vividly imagine me deep inside you.” He trails off as his hand pushes up my shirt, touching my lower back.

“But we can’t do that,” he sighs hoarsely.

“Why?” My reply is so quick that I grimace.

“Because, if we did, I’d be hard every time I’m in this fucking room, and that isn’t the smartest idea.” I moan at his crudeness and gasp when he pecks my naked spine, just below my bra clip. “Even your lingerie is pink huh?” He laughs smoothly. “Imagined it would be.” My legs rub together instinctively at his words.

“You imagined it?”

He pauses. “Hell yeah I did, though I tried to fight it,” he muses in between a groan. “It didn’t take me long to figure you wanted this too, princess,” he murmurs pleasantly.

After a long beat of silence and a little grinding, I speak up. “So now what? If you’re not going to make love to me here.”

He slowly pushes the hair over my face, behind my ear, tilting my head to face him just a bit. He then leans down and kisses me on the cheek.

“I’ll come to you,” is all Logan says as he reluctantly wrenches himself from me, after giving my ass cheek a mild slap. I yelp and nearly pout at the loss of touch. We hold eye contact as he backs away. “Get going, otherwise you’ll be late,” he comments airily. I nod and scurry out the room, with a grin plastered on my face.

...

After a long, vigorous rest of the day. I collapse into my plushy bed with a sigh.

“Took you long enough,” a dark voice rings, with a hint of familiar sass. I jolt up to see Logan leaning on my wardrobe. His tight shirt is only more strained as his arms cross. “Been waiting to ‘make love' to ya all day,” he claims, with a mocking tone, repeating my "childish" words from earlier. My best guess is that he assumes I’m a virgin.

So, in an attempt to remedy my reputation, sitting up on my bed, with my arms bracing my figure, I slowly spread my bent legs. I bite my bottom lip, and his eyes shift down and blacken. “Get on with it then, Logan.” I roll my tongue as his name teasingly leaves my mouth. His head twitches in an almost feral manner, and I gulp.

“You’re asking for it,” is all he mumbles before pouncing on me. Our limbs tangle and I moan as his leg presses into my clothed clit. “Please,” I just about sob, to which he responds with an aggressive kiss and another crushing rub of his thigh. I moan louder, and he grunts, “You like that?” I push my hands into his hair, running my fingers through his thick locks. He lets out a coarse groan.

Loving how vocal he is, I decide to encourage him by groping his cock over his rugged jeans. “Fuck, baby,” he groans out when his mouth leaves mine. He then runs his tongue over my neck and collar, soon nibbling on my earlobe. His thigh continues to make work of me, and I match his pace. “You're so dirty,” he grins while his nose brushes my rosy cheek, and then he's kissing me. “I love it,” he professes with amusement, again, coating his tone.

Just as I begin undoing his belt, he flips me over on my stomach like before. Then, when I'm lying flat underneath him, he grabs my hips, to lift them towards his crotch as he kneels above. “I better see a pink thong,” he jokes as he strips me bare. He groans in satisfaction as I’m left in just my underwear for his viewing. “Unreal,” Logan practically purrs.

I wiggle my ass playfully, and he growls and smacks it harder than he did in his classroom. I squeal into my pillow, briskly going quiet when I hear his belt being ripped from the loops of his denim. Leaving my underwear in place, he runs his digits over the lace, making me whine, "Logan."

With his name on my tongue, it shortly turns into a cry as the lace covering my clit gets moved to the side, and two meaty fingers dive into me. "Shit, princess," he rasps. "How am I gonna fit?" He asks rhetorically, and I choke a sob, as he wastes no time building up an energetic pace, with his fingers.

He swiftly tears an orgasm from my trembling body, still holding my hips up with one hand. When his fingers leave, I hear his mouth clean them, and I swing my head to face him hastily, but he shoves my head back into my pillow. "So eager," he more or less snickers.

"Very," my smothered voice emits, barely audible.

I nearly shriek when his tip swipes my wet slit. Logan, without notice, suddenly pushes himself inside me, with an agonizing slowness, but I quietly persist. "Atta girl, that's it," he lazily groans out encouragements. My hands pathetically slide onto his thighs, unsure if I'm urging him for more, or begging for discretion.

At once, he shoves himself in all the way, and I let out an extensive sigh. His palm, which was just holding down my head, joins his other hand on my abandoned hip. He lets out various curses, along with my name, and begins to move, in and out. Soon enough, he's pounding into me at a savage rate, completely untamed. As well, it seems purposeful, how he simultaneously bends down to growl and moan in my ear, still thrusting.

He stirs another orgasm, still notably, not experiencing his own. "You look real pretty like this princess," he begins to ramble. "Gonna do this every fucking day." The rest of what he says gets lost in translation, as I grow overwhelmed and overstimulated.

Thoughtlessly, I try to crawl away while he still has my lower half hoisted up. Once Logan realizes what I'm up to, my pitiful effort has him laughing. "Where ya going?"

"Lo, it's too much-"

"Lo? Call me that again, it's cute," he hums.

"No more," I whimper, ignoring him.

"Just one more baby," Logan coos, while somehow increasing his pace, making me cum instantly, squirting a little. His moan rumbles in his chest, and he doesn't stop hammering into me. I grip my headboard, and one of his arms stretches alongside mine, to do the same.

When he cums, his grip snaps the wood, breaking a part of the headboard, making me shout in between sobs. He seems to not notice the damage, too busy finishing on my backside.

After a long minute, he slumps his large frame beside me. One of his arms stays drifting across my skin as his eyes intently coast over my features. "Maybe consider skipping my class more often," Logan expresses as his lips slightly tip upward. He presses his lips onto my shoulder. I smile, giggling, "Why?"

"Cause it doesn’t matter where I fuck you, there's nowhere I won't get hard looking at that pretty face of yours," he smiles dreamily, "And you're impractical wardrobe.”

I guffaw, "You truly have a way with words," I pause and smirk, "Mr. Howlett."

He rises onto his elbow with a devilish grin, "Now you're really asking for it princess."

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shrenvents · 9 days

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Common Burn

Batman fic drabble

It’s still ablaze, even if it’s some way to feel connected to you. This sensation you give me radiates from where you once stood, despite our distance. I still have yet to see what you look like, these days I wonder if I even want to know. I can’t imagine how difficult it would be to rid myself of your face, when simply thinking of you now sets me on fire. Just that burn, do you feel it too? I do, that’s why I lie in bed, dreaming of you. Day in and day out, thoughts of you crowd my mind.

Every two or so weeks, you’re here. Your masked expression is barely visible in the shadows and dim moonlight, and you always sit in my vacant living room, consuming its space, observing every little movement I make. I clean your wounds, stitch you up, and then you leave, and I just can’t do it anymore --pretend I don’t burn for you, even though I don’t know your name.

You’re burning me and it hurts.

#smut #batman #batman smut #bruce wayne #batman comics #dc comics #dc #batfamily #bruce wayne smut #bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #batman x you #fanfic #drabble

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shrenvents · 1 month

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Spellbound

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral, fem receiving, unprotected, fluff, some violence, biting

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Witch reader

Summary: You're a witch with a specific skill set, one that has intrigued a certain hybrid.

Word count: 2.7k

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Voodoo. Magic. Impulse. Obsession.

She was his newest fascination.

He heard her laughter cracking through the walls of the barren bar before it cut short. Klaus observed how the sunlight blazed across her, poorly parked, car. His lips slanted in mild amusement. He told himself, that’s all it was, all she was. Mild amusement for an immortal. Though, something felt different.

He strutted into the place, head hung high as he scanned the bare vicinity. His eyes halted on a man behind the bar, rinsing glass cups. The bartender's eyes adverted from Klaus, the second he caught his stare. The man's nerves were duly noted as Klaus approached him.

“I’ll have a glass of your finest red,” Klaus spoke artfully, with a fake smile plastered on his face. The worker shuddered. “Ug- we’re not serving right now.”

“No worries mate,” his mellifluous voice paused. “The red I fancy isn’t something I’d find on your menu.” The man's gaze shot up to Klaus’s. His lips trembled as Klaus continued his jest. “Unless you intend to provide me with a bite, I suggest you tell me where she’s hidden.” Klaus’s threat echoed through the building, till silence took its place.

Suddenly, the sound of a back door, opening and slamming shut jolted Klaus away from the bartender. He instantly raced to the door, ripping it open. He watched as her frame scattered into her rusted car. He growled. There was no way he'd let her escape once again...

Your body was convulsing with anxiety. Who were you to know a little magic truce with the “other side,” would have a certain hybrid on your front doorstep. It didn’t help when you levitated everything in your apartment at him, including your freshly made spaghetti with bolognese. It was to be expected, that would piss him off...

Yanking the car door shut, you forced the key in and started the engine.

“Where are we headed this time darling?”

“Ahhh!” You screamed, snapping your head to the uninvited passenger. Klaus sat leisurely beside you, and you swear your life flashed before your eyes. “I must say, I enjoyed our time in Chicago. Perhaps San Fran may be the next best thing, love.” His smug face adorned your features, absorbing the way your face contorted in both fear and frustration.

“Jesus,” you huff, and Klaus’s smirk grows. “As much as I love the idea, somehow becoming your personal chauffeur isn’t that appealing.” Klaus chuckles lowly, leaning in, more and more.

“Well, if you hadn’t decided to run off, you crafty little thing," he drawls sweetly, "We wouldn’t have the pleasure.”

“If you weren’t trying to kill me, maybe I’d stick around.” Klaus’s brows twist like he's appalled by your words. “Who said I was interested in killing you?”

“You- I- then, what do you want?” You stammer. Klaus goes quiet. You watch as his expression goes blank before he acts as though he is in deep thought. Then, his mouth gaped in 'awe,' as if the answer suddenly came to him. “Your talents of course.”

“My talents.” You repeat, baffled.

“Yes, do keep up, my dear.”

“Why? You could have any witch at your disposal, at a moment's notice.”

The corner of his lips elevate once more. “I’m flattered.”

He’s become so close now, you feel his breath, and you try not to shiver as it grazes your neck. He, on the other hand, basks in your scent.

“But, unlike my other witches, you have a gift,” he muses. “Your connection with the dead is something to behold, and something I crave.”

After a prolonged silence, you speak. “If I help you with whatever," you move further into your seat, "When it comes to an end, you’ll let me walk away, unscathed?” Your brow quirks, and with every fibre of your being, you manage to maintain eye contact. “Yes, you have my word.” Klaus’s expression went stoic, holding an unflinching seriousness that made your heart rate stutter. And strangely, you knew you could trust him.

That's how you ended up as his lackey. For the past 5 weeks, you were at his beck and call as he tormented humans, werewolves, and vampires alike.

Like any other day, your conscious was eating away at you, as you called upon another ancestor of those he plagued. Today though, you finally broke. He had been cruelly punishing a guy for hours as you questioned his late brother, through the veil.

“That’s enough!” Klaus’s eyes darted to yours, and his angered appearance softened. Instinctively, he gripped your forearm and dragged you out of the motel room.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“What's wrong is that I’m tired, and his brother is telling me jack shit about those ‘hunters.’” You huff, closing your eyes.

Klaus firmly presses himself stock-still, resisting every urge that wishes to devour you, as you naively allow him to hold you so close, to let your guard down, to close your eyes. An urge that has worsened, and become insatiable since you started your venture together.

“Love, why don’t you grab a bite from the cafe across the street, while I fill up the car's tank?” He says heartfeltly, "That way we both can have a break."

Your eyes flutter open, and you nearly tremble at the gentle look that flickers in his gaze. However, his body language, which clutches you tightly, suggests he is anything but. “Okay.”

After five minutes seated alone in a booth, you gathered up the last of the courage you were trying to dispel. Now, headed back to the rented room, to release the hostage. Stupid, very stupid, you thought. But you couldn’t help it.

When you entered the room, the door slowly creaked shut, and shadows engulfed you. It was too quiet, and you couldn’t see the man. Unease filled your system, and you began to regret this decision. That impending regret soon became alarms going off when the captive gripped your torso, roughly caging in your arms. His grip was inescapable, and when you tried to scream, his free hand covered your mouth.

“You fucking bitch,” he murmured with disgust. You winced. “How about I leave you bleeding out here, all laid out for you bloodthirsty master.” The man crackled with humourless laughter. “I’m sure he’d appreciate that.”

While his venomous words made you cower, you relentlessly struggled against him, fighting with all that you could muster. Unfortunately, your captor was a werewolf, and far too strong for you to at least break free, to cast a spell.

He muffled Klaus’s name with his palm, and tears pricked your eyes. Even after the numerous times you’d bicker and argue, he was still the first person who came to mind, who you hopelessly called out to.

The man began lifting your body towards the door, urgently turning the knob. Just as the outside light cuts into your vision, you're wrenched from him, pulled into a powerful embrace. With ease, Klaus’s arms carried you away, swiftly placing you in the backseat of your car, locked safely inside.

His figure then disappeared just as quickly, and you hear your aggressor's voice wail in pain. Shaking, you curl over yourself, covering both ears pathetically.

After what feels like an eternity, two large hands cup your tear-stained cheeks, bringing you out of your shell. He quiets you, as he slides inside the vehicle, smoothly pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms supports your back, while the other strokes your hair. Calming you down, he mutters things like: 'Everything’s fine now love,' 'I’m here,' 'I’ll take care of you...'

“I’ve never felt so helpless,” you mumble.

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing you could've done to stop a werewolf, especially when a full moon draws near,” he soothes. You press your cheek further into his broad chest. “Though, I wish you would’ve just listened to me for once, and stayed put.”

You shoot your head up, adjusting to face him, close enough that your noses nearly meet. “If I listened to you I’d probably be dead by now.”

“Oh really?” He grins, eyes creasing, “How so?”

“Well, for one, that time you ordered me to question that vampire chick's dead boyfriend about his affair, right in front of her.” Klaus guffaws. “You're laughing, but she would've bit my head off.”

“She wouldn’t have,” he denies, still chuckling.

“Yes, she would have Klaus.” You begin to laugh along.

“You know, I wouldn’t have let her.” His face deadpans, “Like I didn’t let our were-friend hurt you," he voiced, airily. "I gave you my word.”

“Yes, of course, your word.” You giggle nervously, glancing at the hand currently bracing your thigh, gliding its thumb back and forth. “It’s not all that I’ve given you.”

You look up and are met with a mysterious look this time. Your brows furrow in confusion. He smiles dreamily, “Your skills as a witch truly know no bounds.”

“The hell are you talking about now?” You retort, making Klaus laugh loudly.

“I’m talking about your spell," he whispers. "The one that has bewitched me.”

You freeze, heart dropping.

“You don’t mean that...” Your sentence trails off as Klaus stares through you.

He’s so unpredictable, that a part of you believes he's probably playing some sick game. But, there was also a possibility that he meant it, and all the hidden desires, for your unconventional boss, were about to bubble to the surface.

“I've meant every word, from the moment I met you, when you got the better of me.” He smirks, breath fanning your face. “Witchcraft.”

Then his lips take yours, slow at first, but the entanglement shortly turns desperate. Slightly hesitant, you grind on him, eager to pull him closer. He groans, and his hands enthusiastically roam your waist and back, beckoning you nearer.

Moving in a frenzy, as your fingers tangle in his locks, you swing your leg to straddle him. He moans your name in between kisses, and he palms your ass.

Continuously rolling your body into him makes you feel his arousal, which causes a whine to escape. When your lips break apart, his mouth trails down your jaw, to your neck. You gasp, but you don’t stop him. He audibly tells you how much he’s enjoying himself, and you squeeze your thighs over his.

“I can only imagine how sinful you taste here darling.” He remarks as his hand slides over your core, and you whimper. “How about you let me try?” He hums politely. “You know you want me to.”

“No,” you huff.

“No?” His voice rises questioningly, and a hand gropes your chest, while the other grips your chin, tilting your head down to peer into his eyes. “Not here,” you finish, and he smirks wildly.

“Then, I’ll just have to get us a private room?” He purrs seductively into you ear, making you shiver. “One that is, unoccupied,” he rolls his tongue, and you shiver again at the double meaning behind his words. You don’t even want to think about what he did to the man who attacked you.

“Please,” you sigh into a kiss, pecking his lips, which seems to surprise Klaus momentarily. His surprise briskly turns into a beaming smile. “To be continued,” he utters before shifting you off him and rushing out the car.

Not long after, Klaus reappears with that same childlike cheer gracing his features. Jerking open the door, he outstretches his hand like a gentleman. You accept it, and his palm completely envelops yours. He tugs you to his hip, and nibbles on your earlobe while you walk to a random room.

As soon as the door locks behind you, he presses himself against your backside. “Now, how about that taste?” He mutters while lifting your hair to kiss your nape, and rubbing himself against you. You press closer, before spinning around to enclose your mouth on his again. He groans into your mouth approvingly, backing your body toward the queen-size bed.

His lips free yours when your back legs hit the edge, and you fall backwards with a yelp. His hands then make work of your lower half, removing your clothes as he kneels infront of your cunt. You inhale deeply, as cool air hits your bare body.

He goes silent, so you raise your head to peek at him. Klaus is ogling you heatedly, like the predator he is. “Lovely,” he sing-songs.

He abruptly grips your thighs and heaves your core to his mouth, so close, his breath warms your skin. “K-Klaus.”

“Hmmm,” he hums shortly, before delving into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly runs over your folds, sucking the nub with such a slow deliberation, like he can’t decide how he wishes to take you at first, as if he’s imagined every way he could.

You whine, motioning him to make his choice, bucking up, feeling his stubble scratch you. Then he grows aggressive, hungrily lapping your clit, over and over, until he ushers out your orgasm.

When your lengthy climax finishes, he sighs pleasantly into the crook of your neck. “You’re incredible,” he emits with a chant of your name, thoroughly relaxing your shaking form.

“Fuck, take off your clothes,” you beg. He immediately abides by your command, tearing off his shirt and pants. You grab his necklaces to haul his lips to yours. You savour every inch of yourself on his tongue, and he relishes in how dirty the act was.

“There’s only so much I can do to you before dawn, and it won't nearly be enough to satisfy my hunger for you.” His poetic words erupt something within. You exhale, “It seems you’re going to break your promise then.”

He stills at your words, befuddled. You elaborate, “There’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed.” A timid smile spreads across your face, and he almost nods in understanding, feeling a strange quiver in his chest.

Wordlessly, he pulls himself from his slacks, and you take off the last of your clothes. Suddenly feeling a little out of body, you decide to take back some control of the situation. So, you flip your positions, once again, surprising Klaus, though he allows it.

You straddle him and lower yourself onto his thick cock. You whimper the second the tip enters, and he growls, pressing his fingertips into your hips, definitely leaving bruises.

“You’re too big,” you gasp.

“You can handle it, sweetheart,” he states mindlessly. He wraps his arms around your waist and arms, pulling you down onto him. His hips then press completely into you, pushing himself inside to the hilt. A wheeze leaves your lungs as he grounds into you. “Klaus, it’s too-“

“It’s perfect,” he finishes for you. You barely have any time to adapt to his size before he begins pounding. Pleasure wracks through you, and he takes whatever control you had away. His pace is unnerving, and you utter incoherent words, while his fangs graze your neck.

“Tell me,” he groans through his panting. “Tell me you want me.” He demands, though it almost sounds like he’s begging for it. “I-I want you.” The words stumble out as his thrusts reach your center.

“More,” he just about whines.

“I want you Klaus,” you shout. “You feel so good- fuck I’ve always wanted this, you.” You ramble, egged on by him. He loves it, and you feel it in his strength. He holds you tighter, and the air leaves your body.

Feeling his leg tremble, you know he’s close. “Bite me.” His clamped-shut eyelids pop open, and his dark pupils bore into yours. You kiss him and take his bottom lip between your teeth. “Bite me while you cum,” you command.

He gulps before taking his last few pumps into you. He moans into your neck as his teeth puncture your flesh. You cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that shatters you both.

After almost 10 minutes, he releases you from his firm caress and kisses the holes in your neck. Still inside, he turns you both on your sides. You catch your breath. “How are you still hard?” You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles breezily. “I told you, you’ve bewitched my very soul darling.” He smirks.

“This is only the beginning.”

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Pattern

Chapter Seven of the Miracle Aligner Series

Alex's POV

"Last night got a hold of me, I can't wrestle free from my head."

"Sunlight banging on the wall, begging me for more."

"Jesus man, at least give us a name of the miracle worker behind these lyrics." Zach boasts and I scoff. "Leave him be mate," Miles lightly reprimands, smiling from ear to ear. I shake my head at both of them and Miles smacks my back. His hand remains where it hit as he leans towards my ear. "But really, give her our thanks," Miles whispers suggestively and I instantly recoil. He guffaws.

I slide the guitar strap from my shoulder and stroll into the studio's break room.

Truthfully, I can't blame the boys for prying. Considering that the music we've been producing as of late has been some of my best. Something about it is just different, and it's becoming rather ominous...

As I sip on my coffee, I contemplate all the ways I could've said goodnight to Jennie yesterday, that would've been far more charming than snogging at her doorstep.

"Mr. Turner!" A perky voice interrupts my obsessive thoughts. I shift towards the voice, which belongs to a fairly tall woman. "Hello?"

"Sorry," she giggles softly, raising her hand apologetically, then extending it to me for a handshake, which I awkwardly accept. "Amy Winslow, I'm one of the owners of this establishment." My mouth opens in an 'ah,' and I nod in acknowledgement. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Winslow." "No, please call me Amy." She smiles brightly and I squint at her overlined, hot-pink lipstick. She continues, "Zach let me in to hear your work, I'm very impressed!" She claps her hands, "It must be difficult for you to write a bad song." I quirk my head slightly at her comment, befuddled. "Oh! That was a compliment, Alex." My mouth makes another 'ah,' and I choose to ignore her suddenly addressing me by my first name.

"Ah, sorry," I shake my head, "I'm a little out of it today."

"That's alright," she says beaming. "I was hoping we could discuss your new record over lunch?" My gaze moves from my mug back to her. "Of course, the others were invited, but they resigned to continue working," Amy exclaims without a hint of sadness, pausing momentarily in thought. "But I believe their lead should take a well-deserved break," she announces decidedly, leaving no room for disagreement. Reluctantly, I respond, "Um, where to?"

...

Jennie's POV

"Jennie! Hoe!" "Excuse me?" My brows furrow and I rise from my desk. As I open my bedroom door, Maggie appears, front and center. "What the fuck," she states flatly, and my brow knit together. "What now Magpie?" I sigh, "Whatever it is, I gotta do the itinerary for-"

Being cut off by Maggie is nothing new, but the picture she shoves in my face certainly is. "What the fuck." I snatch her phone with both hands, bringing it so close to my eyes that it nearly presses against my nose.

There he is, side by side with a tall, in my opinion, flashy, blond woman. "Was he not with you, like, yesterday?" Maggie practically shouts in her confusion. "He's not with her, with her -- is he?" I ask, betraying my typical nonchalantness.

Analyzing the paparazzi photo, I relax slightly when I see the distance between them, and their lack of physical contact. "No way!" Maggie shouts again, "I read your texts, he's way too into you." "You read our texts?" Maggie ignores my question as she begins to pace. "Oh, but you know how rockstars are man..."

"Maggie." I huff and she whirls around the room, mumbling nonsense. "Maggie!" "There's no way! But god! Look at the caption." I scroll up and read aloud, "Frontman Alex Turner seen out on a date with beautiful philanthropist, Amy Winslow."

"ORGGDH!" Maggie's overly dramatic gags are the last straw, and I whip her phone at her. "Owie!" She whimpers, then grumbles, "I'm just saying girl, 'beautiful' is a stretch." I shake my head disapprovingly, "Just shut it, Mag's. It doesn't matter." I turn away to hide my visible disappointment. "It was one date, and it's not like we're exclusive."

"Doesn't matter?" She huffs. "Doesn't matter?!" I compose myself before spinning to look at Maggie. Her wild eyes carry both anger and pity, and I hate it.

"We have to call him." "What?" Now it's my turn to shout. "Just ask him if they're-" "No way!" I practically whine like a kid. "Oh come on Jen! Communication is key babes!"

I know she's right, and I know she can tell exactly what I'm thinking. How vulnerable it would be to ask him, what I would be admitting to him by doing so, and how that's something I would never do.

"Where's your phone." Maggie's deadpan makes my blood run cold. "No." Disregarding my reply, she begins moving around my room, slowly building an aggressive search for my phone. "M, stop! Oh my god, you psycho!" I holler, completely panicked.

"I'm not letting you fuck this up!" Maggie yells hysterically, "You like him Jen!" "I barely know him!" "Don't give me that bullshit, Jennie, give me the damn phone, for fucks sake." Her eyes trail away from my heated stare, and I follow as they focus on my bedside table, regarding the black object underneath my book. Her eyes then pop back to mine, and we freeze in unison, unmoving.

After a beat, we both leap at my bedside table, flopping on my bed, tossing around, fighting one another, trying to stop each other from reaching my phone.

"Mag's, I swear to god!"

"Ah HA!" She takes hold of it, whilst making my pillows, and my books go flying. As she scrambles as far away from me as possible, tapping on my phone, I fall flat on my back.

Then she abruptly goes immobile, face dropping in horror.

"Shit."

"What? What!" I scatter to my feet, dread filling my entire being.

"I accidentally sent..."

"Sent what Mag's?" Voicelessly, she looks up while turning the phone screen towards me. I nearly scream.

Maggie accidentally sent the paparazzi photo of Alex and the blond, to him.

"What the actual fuckkkk!" I shout, "How do you just accidentally do that?" "I know, I know, I can fix it!" Maggie exclaims, with her fake, optimistic smile, not quite meeting her eyes. "I'll just unsend the message!" She pauses, "Except, he's already seen it." "What?" "Just now, he saw it." Maggie states flatly. "I'm sorry Jen, I'm such an idiot."

I look away from her, observing my blank wall. "Well, it's done now." I yell as adrenaline racks through my body, shifting to look at her sorrowful expression again. Her shaky hands clasp onto the phone again. "He's typing."

I shove my palms into my knotted hair, almost ripping it out at the roots. "Anything yet?" I ask after a moment. "N-not yet." Maggie stammers. "Not yet?" I next to growl. Grabbing the phone from her hands, I watch those three dots taunt me. Maggie moves to my side in the meantime. "What's taking him so long." She mumbles, still seemingly afraid of the potential repercussions of her actions.

7:47 p.m. Alex Alexander: She's the owner of the studio I'm recording at. She asked to grab lunch to discuss work.That's all. I swear it.

Maggie lets out a hefty breath of relief, but I continue to read his message over and over.

Suddenly my phone lets out a ring and buzzes in my hands, which makes me and Maggie jump. We gasp at Alex's caller ID as it consumes my screen. "Are you gonna answer the call?" Maggie mutters, eyes training on me.

"I don't know." I bite my lip. "Why's he calling anyways, I saw the damn message." "Cause you haven't responded, and it's been almost ten minutes since he's sent it." Maggie watches me intently. "Jen, are you good?" I shrug her concern away, "I'm fine. I just..." "Like him, and that's okay." She finishes, "He couldn't wait a second longer for you to respond, because he likes you too." My eyes shoot to Maggie's. "Pick it up, take a chance."

Though her words are vague, I know what she's trying to say. "But, you know my pattern M. It won't end well." "In my book, patterns are meant to be broken," is all she says before leaving my room.

8:02 p.m. Alex Alexander: Believe me Jennie. I'm not seeing anybody else, and I don't want to see anyone but you. Please talk to me.

I inhale deeply before clicking the call button. He instantly picks up and my heart pounds. "Jennie?" I listen to his irregular intake of breath. "Jennie, love, say something." "I'm not jealous," is all I can muster, and I wanna die. He sighs. "Of course, I would never assume you were." "Course." Silence envelops the call, and I almost draw blood from my bottom lip.

"Jennie, if you were jealous - as amazing as that would be - I still wouldn't want that, because there is absolutely nothing to be jealous of. We just met today and-" "Well, I'm not so -- whatever," I snap. "Good," He mutters, and his dark tone so close to my ear makes me shudder. I look to the ceiling as I take a seat on the edge of my bed. "Good." A low chuckle echoes through the speaker. "Welp, I'm hanging up now," I declare.

"Wait don't!" Alex stammers out while my finger hovers over the red button. "Why?" "Why?" He quietly laughs again, "Because Red, I want to talk to you." "What?" He lets out an exasperated chuckle. "Don't sound so alarmed, darling. I had a lovely time yesterday." "Hmm, I'm sure you did." I grin, "Player." "Wow, I'm a player now?" I can hear his smile through the phone now. "I do prefer that statement, than the reality where I'm a blabbering fool." "That makes one of us." I retort. Shit. "Oh really? You like it when I'm all over you huh?" "Duh." Double shit. The line goes quiet, and my body floats backwards, dissolving into my mattress.

"Jennie... Can I come over?" I jolt upright. "No! Manwhore!" My fingers slam down on my phone, ending the call. I gasp at my hasty action, dropping my phone, and clasping my right hand over my gaping mouth.

A familiar buzz makes me release my lips and peer down to see Alex's caller ID. "Hello?" I say nervously as I answer the call. "Darling, may I come see you." After a long beat of silence, I exhale loudly, "Sure, but we aren't sleeping together."

"Of course."

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For once, I just want to be someone's first choice.

Not even in the romantic sense.

I just want to be looked at, praised, acknowledged in the same way others do, maybe more so.

If the years and time we spend together aren't enough, what will it take for you to see me?

If I was just one person's first choice, then perhaps I wouldn't feel so alone.

#sad poem #poetic #poem #poetry #dabble

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She Does The Woods

Chapter six of the Miracle Aligner Series

Jennie's POV

My shaking body beats in rhythm with my pulse, while it grows numb to the cold. Though the Taxi had dropped me off around five minutes ago, my feet seemed to be frozen to the snow-covered earth. In the meantime, snow flurries have begun to build up along the surface of my coat and hood.

As if the nerves that kept me awake last night weren't enough, the driver had the radio on, which happened to be playing 'R U Mine?' by, you guessed it, the Arctic Monkeys. Honestly, my mind is far too possessed by anxiety to simply laugh at the irony of my predicament, as I should do. The impending urge to bring up Alex's "secret identity" is oozing. It's going to take a damn miracle to keep my loose lips shut, and with my luck, that's not likely.

Decidedly, I take an extensive, sharp, intake of breath before moving. Fortunately, the park was well-lit enough, so all my suspicions about murderous intent fizzled from my thoughts. Plucking my phone from my pocket, the screen instantly lights up, displaying how late I am: 5:11 pm. Along with the time, I also spy a text from Alex, sent only a minute prior.

5:10 p.m. Alex Alexander: Hey love, give me a call when you've arrived.

Strangely, his message dims the festering concern in my chest. Like there was a chance he would've stood me up, and that I would be disheartened by such a thing. Huffing a sigh, my eyes flutter closed momentarily as I march forward. While walking, I ring him. Immediately, Alex answers, and just as I open my mouth to speak, his relieved voice resounds through the speaker. "Thank god." I giggle softly.

"Afraid I wouldn't show Alex?" "Terrified Red." I laugh again, and I hear him chuckle faintly. "Who's to say I did?" I inquire with humour laced in my tone, humour Alex clearly didn't pick up on. "Are-- are you serious Jennie? I know I came on a bit strong but-"

The uproar of laughter I'd been suppressing explodes, promptly dulling Alex's panicked ramble. "That's not funny," he scolds.

Then, I recognize his figure from a distance, head tilted towards his shoes, studying them with a smile decorating his face. I swoon, pausing my stride. "You think I'm funny Alexander, there's no need to lie." Observing Alex, I await his usual correction of his name, but it doesn't come. Instead, silence consumes the other end of the call, and my vision hones in on his peaceful expression. My heartbeat stumbles with an impactful thump. Get it together Jennie...

"Turn to your left handsome." His brows shoot into his forehead, creasing it. Swivelling his head, I savour the realization that adorns his features as he takes me in. His eyes roam my stationary frame, mouth agape before it closes. "Come here." That's all he says with a simple grin, and I take off. I start racing towards him. My little sprint obviously catches him off guard, and I nearly tackle him. However, his embrace captures my clinging body. I instinctively bury my face into his chest. Humming pleasantly, I breathe in his familiar, musky scent.

Though he was initially hesitant, thrown off by my spontaneous action, he quickly elevates his loose hug, to a firm, secure one, as though he's scared this isn't real, or that I'll slip away. I hate how endearing it is, how endearing he is. I really have lost it...

Slightly embarrassed, I slither out of his grip, and he reluctantly lets me. Our eyes lock as we move to an arm's length. His eyes then flicker to my lips and I press them to a thin line.

"I'm not sleeping with you in the woods." As soon as the sentence escapes my throat, the unnamed tension between us is lifted. "Didn't think you would."

"Or ever," I interject lamely, and his face immediately feigns confusion. "Again," I scramble out. "Sorry?" His brow rises, and a bitter smirk tugs one side of his mouth. "Uh, so, you got me here, no axe or chainsaw?" I rush to change the subject, which he notices but chooses to ignore. "Not on hand, no." He shakes his head at me, eyes wandering away from mine, peering into the dark skyline. I laugh pathetically, fidgeting with my hands, unnerved by his quietness.

After a moment, he shifts his gaze back to me, and I perk up right away. "I made us dinner." My brows furrow slightly, eyes trailing to his rising hand. He's holding up a basket with a shy smile. "There's a gazebo over there with a park bench underneath," he jerks his head to the right, "Sound alright to you Red?"

"As long as I live and breathe, it sounds great." His snort plasters a grin on my face. I follow closely behind him as he makes his way to the gazebo.

...

This "date" is going too well. At every turn, every new conversation, he makes me laugh, forget what I planned to say, everything I was apprehensive about. This is terrible. Everything wrong has become a fleeting memory. Except, that one revelation, still sitting at the tip of my tongue. Don't bring it up, in any way, shape, or form--

"So what do you do for a living." Shit.

"Thought you knew already." He swallows his last bite, a little too soon, and he audibly clears the lump in his throat. "Musican, or something... Right?" I mutter slowly, glancing between him and the surprisingly good meal he cooked. "Something like that, yes." He nods, shoulders tense. Is he trying to keep who he is a secret? Slightly disoriented, I grow quiet. He peers at me, eyes widening at my probably, very frightening expression. "What?" He gulps down another bite, and I lose it for real this time.

I spring to my feet, pause, drop my fork, and lean over the table to swat his arm repeatedly. He lets out a spurt of noises, mouth full, failing to convey his puzzlement.

"Some musician huh? Yeah right!" I shout, my voice cracking. "I may have been slow on the uptake, but I figured it out eventually, I'm not an idiot!" My verbal vomit shocks both of us, and I want to crawl out of my skin. But that doesn't seem to stop me.

"You're a freakin millionaire for Christ's sake! And I'm just-" I temporarily cut myself off before continuing my outburst. "Not like the money really matters to me! Unless you think it does? I'm not a gold-digger you asshole!"

And with that, the crazy lady attempts to leave the scene.

Rotating on my heel, I maneuver away from the picnic table but a hand clasps my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. I barely turn to look at Alex, till I discern his alarmed state. I'm completely mortified, but I know, deep down, I can't simply run away, not when he's looking at me like that.

"I'm sorry Jennie," he utters breathlessly. After a long beat, I nod. "Why didn't you say anything." "I'm not sure," his teeth dig into his bottom lip. "I guess, you just didn't seem all that interested in me in the first place," he sighs. "I didn't want to muck it up." I contemplate my reaction, simultaneously acknowledging his sullen expression. I ease a bit. "You know, from what I hear, telling a girl you're a rockstar to get them in bed, usually has a 100% success rate." I joke weakly. I imagine my smile isn't quite meeting my eyes.

Alex's pained stare makes me shudder. "I would never think of you as a gold-digger Jennie." Another shiver wretches through me. Why on earth is he taking me seriously? His attentive language and hold are invoking things in me I'd rather avoid. I shake my head. "I know," I pause, my voice dropping, "I think." I pause again, anxiously twisting my necklace's pendant with my free hand. "I'm sorry, I don't know where all that came from." He furiously shakes his head in disagreement, but I continue anyway. "I'm so embarrassed, god, you must regret asking me out-"

"No, god no." I peel my eyes from his grasp to look up. He holds my gaze with an intense certainty, telling me, there's no room for opposition. "This is my fault, I shouldn't have withheld what I do from you as if it were a secret... I wasn't thinking." He huffs defeatedly, and a smoke of cool air visibly leaves his mouth.

"I hope you have it in your heart to forgive me, and finish dinner." He smiles sheepishly, gesturing back to the table. His face falls a little. "I'll tell you everything you want to know."

I look away from his desperate eyes, peering down at his grip on my wrist. The skin there has probably gone red from how tightly he's holding it. Noticing what has my attention, he releases my hand, apologizing once more. "It's okay. And yes, I'm still pretty hungry." We hold eye contact as I speak. "And the food's pretty good, I was scared you were gonna make some of that British crap." Alex's laughter erupts and I beam.

"British crap?" "Like spotted dick or something." He laughs harder. "Not on the first date." "Second then?" I raise a brow, not sure what I'm promising. His smile stretches. "If you'd like..." His laughter subsides as he mumbles. "I think I would."

I watch as something he's most likely been keeping hidden flashes in his eyes. Something within him falters, but he shifts his eyes toward the sky before I can make out what it might be.

...

As the date went on, it got darker and darker, and with that, the winter was starting to creep up on us. Somehow I ended up sitting beside Alex, huddled close to his body. Shoulder to shoulder, he holds my hands in his palms, thumbs grazing the insides of them -- strictly to keep them warm of course. When our conversation slowly fades out, I didn't seem to mind, though, liking the silence didn't stop me from filling it.

"Ever jump into freezing water?" I question with a smirk. His thumbs stop their caress and press into my skin. "You're not jumping into the river," Alex states firmly. "Wasn't planning on it." I giggle. "Just asking." My head rises slightly with his soft exhale. "No." "Boring..."

"So I take it you have," he murmurs lowly. "No." His deep laugh bellows through the chilling air. "But if I did..." I trail off, unsure of what I'm planning to say. "I'd wish I was the water," Alex says, finishing for me. I didn't know what I expected him to say, but I didn't expect it to be so... Poetic.

A nervous laugh shakes my stomach, while my chest swarms with an unknown feeling. The silence once again crowds the atmosphere, but I'm not too fond of it this time. "Alex-"

Abruptly, my speech is cut short by Alex's palms releasing mine to cup my face. His palms lift my cheeks to brush our lips into a gentle kiss. He swallows my surprised moan, and I briefly see the passion in his expression. My lids bat shut, and I let him take me under, into the river.

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My expression lies with my truth.

The words we share are embedded in deceit.

I’m a long way from home.

Seeing as though I haven’t called you that in a while.

I think we’re over.

But I won’t say it.

Not to you.

I wouldn’t want to be dishonest.

#sad poem #poetry #poem #alex turner smut #alex turner #anakin skywalker smut #writing #creative writing

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Don't misunderstand

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, vaginal, oral, fem receiving, swearing, sub Obi-Wan, inexperienced Obi, taboo relationship

Pairing: Jealous Obi-Wan Kenobi x Senator reader

Summary: After proposing your Political expedition to the council, Obi-Wan Kenobi rejects your plan, which causes the mission to get postponed. Utterly furious, you try to clear up this very strange "misunderstanding."

Word count: 2.6k

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"Would it kill you to act like you're human?" I exclaim furiously. Obi-Wan remains motionless despite my uproar, his face unreadable. "Say anything, I dare you."

"I struggle to see what I've done to warrant this reaction Y/n." Obi-Wan voices, sounding unsure, confusion coaxing his features. My despair begins to translate into anger. "Maker, how can a Jedi be so dense?" I throw up my hands in exasperation, fed up. I start pivoting on my heel, turning away from Kenobi, but he clasps onto my wrist. I look back, noticing his mouth agape as if the words are stuck. I scoff and jerk my wrist from his solid grasp.

How could he not understand the implications of his actions? We are in the midst of the Clone Wars and he decides to object my mission to Kamino. Rex and I had been planning and preparing for this endeavour for months, and our departure would've aligned perfectly with the republic's current operations. Thus, outrage does not fully encompass what I'm feeling. On top of this, of all the people who could've postponed my assignment, it had to be Obi-Wan Kenobi. All he had to do was express his disapproval of Rex's safety measures for the Jedi council to rule against us. So how could he just stand there, tongue-tied?

I hear his footsteps train behind mine in a vigorous march, and I quickly glance over my shoulder to give him a spiteful look. Instead, I'm rather stunned by his newfound expression; looking equally perplexed as he is frenzied. I pick up the pace, growing panicked by his silent hunt. I resort to continuing my previous rant. "You and Skywalker go on dangerous missions time, and time again," I heave. "Is my cause any less important than yours?" My speed increases progressively with each sentence. "You have yet to give a reasonable explanation. I know you, we've gone on difficult trips togethe-"

"Exactly!" His palm catches my wrist once more and he spins me around, his outcry simultaneously startling me. His yank draws me into his body, closer than expected. I gasp, eyes widening, I look into his distraught ones. Again, he seems lost, puzzled by his own actions. "Obi, I need you to explain yourself in words I can comprehend," I soften, my tone gentler than before. Perhaps there is a deeper significance to his opposition than I knew, it isn't like him to do such a thing.

Kenobi's mouth opens, then closes with thought. Then he begins, "We've gone on dangerous missions, together." He starts, and I instantly understand what he means. I almost smile, if it wasn't for the fact that he delayed my expedition. "Obi-Wan Kenobi, there are bound to be times when I go on journeys without you. Regardless, the clones are perfectly capable of keeping me safe."

"Yes I know but-" he attempts to interrupt me but I ramble nonetheless. "Rex is your most trusted soldier and your protest didn't just impact me." He scoffs and I freeze in shock. I don't think I've ever heard such a noise come out of him, his Padawan maybe. "Obi-Wan?"

"That is the problem," he grimaces.

"What is?" His icy orbs suddenly glaze over, mouth thinning into a straight line. "Forgive me, this is entirely my fault, goodnight Y/n." Kenobi's stoic face gives me a curt nod before shifting away. My jaw drops. What on Coruscant was that? Instinctively, I sprint after him, following his fierce form.

"Wait!" As I repeatedly shout after him, he shows no signs of stopping, so I elect to command him, not as his friend, but as his superior. "General Kenobi." He halts, hearing his formal name. I never call him that. Now faced with his stock-still back, I resume my investigation. "What's the truth behind your grievances with my proposal, General?"

"Do not call me that," he orders sharply.

"Don't avoid my questions then, General." I retort, daring him to reveal himself further. "I won't," he sighs in defeat, shoulders shrinking. "Just don't call me that Y/n."

"Why?" My brows furrow, displaying my bafflement as he turns square to me. "Because it is yet another reminder." A beat passes and he doesn't expand. "Of what?" I mumble with considerably more attitude than earlier. "Of our predicament," He states firmly.

"Our predicament?" I snit, shaking my head, my skepticism visibly growing with each passing second. "Who I am, who you are, who we cannot be." Another beat. "Together." At once, the universe goes quiet. Oh stars, did he just? He did. "Obi-Wan." My forehead wrinkles and I painfully regard the Jedi in a new light. "Why not?" My question shocks even me. "Why not?" He reiterates a pitch higher, his astonishment consuming his face. "Yes," I confirm, my voice quivering alongside my body. "If I too, wanted you, who says we cannot be together?"

Even as I say it, I hear how ridiculous I sound. Of course, we can't be together, love is forbidden for Jedi, and I am I politician, the term "taboo" only grazes all the vows we would break. But I don't give a damn about those vows at this moment. Hearing that my unrequited love has secretly been reciprocated this whole time, fills me with so much elation, that I can barely stand on my own two feet.

Obi-Wan swings his head in disbelief, eyes now gazing intensely at the floor, deep in thought. The silence is so suffocating that I can't help but crowd it. "Is that what it was?" I tilt my head quizzically, "You care for me, so you didn't trust anyone else to protect me?" Kenobi squints at me, eyes still obscure.

"Yes and no," he answers and my face contorts, frowning. "Rex." His words echo and I observe how ashamed he seems. "Rex?" I repeat. Oh. "You're jealous?" I just about smirk at that. He winces at my remark, turning his head bashfully. "I see," I nod with resolve. "Had I known this was your true self..." I trail off, causing Obi-Wan's distant eyes to snap at me. His mouth is ajar and he looks completely devastated. "W-what?" He gulps and I withhold my laughter.

"I would've made my feelings known sooner." I grin teasingly. "Much sooner." Noting his awestruck face, I take this as a chance to step closer. At this proximity, I can feel his heat and smell his aromatic scent. "What about-"

"Our positions, yes," I finish his sentence, acting as though I'm pondering something. Then I take Obi-Wan by surprise, grabbing ahold of his robe's collar and tugging him so that our lips nearly brush together. This close, I feel his breath skate across my face in a fury.

"I'm not afraid, and a little birdy told me that Jedi fear nothing. So?" I trail off again, my tone sounding very suggestive. His brows lift, one further than the other as his eyes stream down my face, inspecting it for any hint of humour. "What are you suggesting?" He inquires, slightly stumbling over his words. "I'm suggesting we head back to my suite, rid ourselves of our attire, and become just two people who desire one another." Jawslack, he simply dips his head and I release his robe. Whirling around, I make my way to my quarters with Obi-Wan in tow.

Once we arrive at my door, I discern how Obi-Wan's fingers graze my lower back in the lightest of touches. I practically melt at the sweet gesture. Fiddling my door open, I rush in, quickly capturing the sleeve of Obi-Wan's robe, and hauling him into my figure while he slams the door. Our bodies collide in a thump and he grunts, "Y/n." His rigid frame makes me still. "It's alright, Obi, it's just you and I here," my statement does little to soothe him.

He's keeping me at arm's length and I clearly can't kiss him while he's like this. "Obi?" I tilt my head closer to his, trying to catch his fidgeting eyes. "Speak to me, please, no more secrets," I beg and he complies, peeking down. "I've never been physically or emotionally intimate with anyone before, not like this." Obi-Wan's distress is radiating off him. I exhale my relief at his sincerity. "Is that all? I suspected that Obi, I don't mind." I pause, tenderly stroking my fingertips along each of his forearms. "Unless you do? We don't have to do anything." I smile. "Obi, I simply want to be with you," I admit sheepishly and he relaxes immediately. He sighs heavily before slowly shaking his head. "I have nothing to fear, as you said," he mutters almost to himself.

After a long moment, enjoying each other's presence, I ask, "May I?" He frowns faintly. I jerk my chin, gesturing with my head and eyes that I mean to kiss him. His eyes widen a bit before fluttering, blinking several times at my mouth. I bite my bottom lip as I steadily approach his. Lifting onto my toes, our lips brush together and his mouth loosely parts.

He looks so vulnerable and unbarred, I can't help how giddy I am. I then shut my eyes and connect our lips. It's a gentle pressure I'm exerting, feeling Obi-Wan's inexperience in return. When I pull away, opening my eyes, I see that Obi-Wan's eyes are still closed, almost reminiscing. I beam. His eyes then peel open and he notices my smile. "Was that bad?" He questions with uncertainty.

"No," I giggle.

"Can we do more?" He asks and my giggle catches on as we hold onto each other's arms. "Absolutely." And so, I lean into him, this time with less restraint. While kissing him, I feel every inch of him, from his muscular arms and chest, to the prominent bulge growing below me. I smirk into his kiss with pride as he gets more eager, more forceful. His embrace gets stronger, impassioned by our lips clashing. "Obi," I moan when our lips briefly separate. He whimpers when my roaming fingers scrape at his shoulders, nearly tearing his robes off. His hands fuss with my waist, clumsily seizing my body with enthusiasm.

He then breaks away from me in a loud gasp. "I cannot get enough, Y/n, I wish to feel more of you; everything." He requests desperately, and who am I to say no? "Me too Obi." I grab his nape with both hands and enclose my lips on his again, this time drawing my tongue over his bottom lip. His mouth then opens, allowing my tongue to venture inside. He whimpers and I relish in the sound.

Becoming impatient, I walk our bodies to my sizable bed. The backs of my legs hit its edge, and I fall down. Once my spine hits the bed's plush surface, I glance up at Obi-Wan, who's still standing, ogling me intently. His lustful watch implores me to bring him down to me with both hands. Clenching a fistful of his robes, I begin to tug them off. He assists me while crawling over top of me. One of his knees rests between my thighs while the other bends at my hip. His palms lie beside my ears, lifting whenever an article of clothing needs to be discarded.

"You're a vision." He mumbles under his breath, locking our eyes. My face flushes as I raise the last piece of clothing covering his broad chest. "As are you," I note quietly. In this lighting, I catch a glimpse at how free he looks, and my heart thumps savagely. I rise off the bed, undressing myself and Obi-Wan simply watches me wordlessly, almost fascinated. Now bare, I take him in, spotting his evident slacks. I command, "Your pants Kenobi." Instantly, he pulls them down each leg.

We stare at each other quietly before jumping into action. He snatches my figure up, snaking his arms around my waist and neck, smashing our lips together. We both moan into the kiss. My hand glides down his back til I skim his ass, and he gasps into my mouth. I pull away and murmur, "Fuck me." His eyes momentarily open, adorning me before closing as he touches his forehead to mine. "As you wish," Obi-Wan whispers breathlessly.

I take it upon myself to set his tip at my entrance. He hums as he slowly slides inside me, feeling my walls engulf him, adjusting to his impressive size. "Maker," he nearly shouts, and I watch his face twist in pleasure. As he bottoms out, I leave a flurry of smooches from his jaw to his collarbone. "You feel incredible," he pants into my ear. I moan quietly in response, showing my appreciation. He nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck to muffle his groaning.

We stay unmoving for some time, relaxing into one another, but the wait starts to overwhelm me. "Kriff, Obi, please move," I plead. Understanding, he begins erratically pumping in and out of me, gradually speeding up. His pace and power alarms me and I scream his name. "You like that?" He asks meekly between thrusts.

"Just like that, yes," I moan out. "Harder.” As Obi-Wan hits the same mouthwatering spot over and over again, abiding by my demand, I feel my climax build. I shiver as he passionately licks and sucks every inch of my neck, then relocates to my breasts. I scratch down his shoulder blades and he mewls out another raspy moan, as well as my name.

Abruptly, I feel liquid warmth fill my core. "Y/n!" He cums inside me with one robust slap against my thighs and ass. My legs straddle his hips in place as he staggers, riding out his orgasm.

After a long silence, Obi-Wan's head shoots out of the crook of my neck, facing me. His eyes bore into mine, full of dread and realization. "I'm sorry, you didn't-" he stammers an apology and I promptly shake my head. "It's alright."

"No, Y/n, you haven't-"

"Obi It's okay,” I whisper, trying to settle his nerves. His face drops, becoming earnest. "No, show me how," he huffs, "How to make you feel like, that." He pauses to catch his next breath. "Because that, was glorious," he breathes, spellbound. I laugh loudly, my stomach hurting slightly as it clenches with his cock still inside. Obi-Wan's small sulk quiets my giggles. "There is one way," I say with a chuckle.

"Tell me," he insists, serious. I caustiously tangle my hands through his strawberry locks, and push him down my torso, towards my clit. Without recognizing my intention, he allows me to place his mouth in front of my clit. Shifting more upright, I take in how his tongue dances over his swollen lips. He peers up at me innocently and I shudder. "You're gonna taste me, okay?" I pet his hair as he bobs his head in agreement.

Obi-Wan then lowers his mouth onto my pussy. His lips surround my folds and his tongue automatically circles my slit. I moan out and my chest heaves for air. He has me writhing against the sheets, as my hands in his hair dictate how I want him to pleasure me. He hastily learns and anticipates how to erect my organism, eating me out like a starved man, and I elitist a deafening cry, cumming hard. "Obi!" I shriek. He growls into my clit and the vibration makes me convulse, tightly possessing his head with my limbs.

Reeling his head back, his lewd expression fixates on me while his tongue laps his lips. "Good?" He asks plainly and I simper.

"Very."

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Bad Habits

Chapter Five of the Miracle Aligner series

Jennie's POV

"Can you believe his audacity?" "I'll be dreaming about it you lucky duck." My best friend Maggie aluminates while swatting my arm, then feigning annoyance, she continues. "I can't believe you were about to reject him yesterday." Maggie twirls her fingers into the trim of my sheets as she kicks her feet absentmindedly, lounging on my bed. I swivel in my chair to survey her from my desk. "Shut up M." I say, rolling my eyes comically. "Please show me a picture." She begs, ignoring my complaints with a pout. I shake my head, "Don't have one." "Give me his last name then, I'll find him." She raises her brow, hoisting up her phone, thumbs at the ready. "Turner." I shrug nonchalantly, turning to refocus on my desk mirror, wiping residue makeup from my face.

After several moments of unusual silence, I curiously peek at my friend. Taking her in, I notice her stretched mouth and eyelids. "What is it?" I question, turning to fully regard her frozen appearance.

"You're fucking with me Jen." Her astounded face now looks up from her phone to me, stern and humourless. "Why would I be?" I pause, "Let me guess, ‘Alex Turner's’ an axe murder?" I spin away from her appalled expression, quietly giggling to myself. Didn't Mickey say he was famous or something?

"This man right here?"

I shift my head back to Maggie's stony features, as she props her phone directly in front of me. Glancing down at the screen, I immediately recognize the man who consumed the search results. Thin, brunette, holding a guitar - the resemblance was uncanny. Frowning, I snatch the phone from her hands and begin to scroll through the Google images. They were all him, "Alex Turner."

As I scroll, Maggie picks up my phone to temporarily pause our playing shuffle of music. Suddenly, my speaker echoes with a dark bass. The guitar's carnal sound is so distinguishable, that I shoot to my feet. My arm harshly thrusts my hand into my hair, while the other still clutches Maggie's phone. "No." I basically shout. I knew this song...

"You slept with the lead singer of the Arctic Monkeys," Maggie states rather rhetorically. "No," I mutter nonsensically under my breath, and then I'm gagged by the gravelly voice that vibrates through my speaker.

"Have you got colour in your cheeks?"

Maggie's screams fill my apartment. "No frickin way!!" She jumps in circles, completely delighted while the music hollows me at my core.

"Crawlin' back to you, ever thought of callin' when you've had a few? Cause I always do. Maybe I'm too, busy bein' yours to fall for somebody new. Now, I've thought it through. Crawlin' back to you."

I practically tremble as his voice incites memories from our night together. I play it cool in front of him, but I'm just as shaken; desperate to see him.

His haunting music blares and my ears are ringing. "Sounds familiar huh?" Maggie nudges my shoulder with an evil smirk, amused by my look of horror. "Oh come on! People who find out they've fucked a celeb are typically happier than this." Maggie comments with a cackle.

Bringing Maggie's phone back into view, I scan his photos again. This time, his stature carried a different weight. The mystery and intrigue has now been replaced by an unnerving feeling. It's almost intimidating to look at him. This highly successful, attractive man, made a colossal living off of writing evocative songs about his sex life. Oh god. This isn't good. Not just cause I've made a fool of myself - not knowing who he was - but because I'm actually feeling jealous of the anonymous woman he wrote this song about.

"The nights were mainly made for sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day."

With that, I toss Maggie's phone aside and swiftly pluck mine from her grip, pausing the song. "Hey, maybe now I can get discounted tickets." She laughs, dismissing my tortured expression. "Maybe I'd get them for free." Maggie nudges me again, her brows quirking suggestively and I shove her. "Don't be a bitch." "I'm trying not to be, but you've got to be the stupidest girl in the world." She boosts, flailing her arms as she laughs hysterically. "There's no way I'm gonna let you back out of that date now." She declares, pointing her finger directly to my nose. "I can already tell that's what you're thinking, you commitmentphob." "I am not a commitmentphob!" I exclaim rather pathetically. Maggie gives me a once-over before shaking her head. "Just think," she beams, "You could have songs written about you babe." Maggie's smirk envelops her face as she rambles, and I zone out.

I seem to be experiencing some sort of delayed 'starstruckness.' I grimace while replaying all my interactions with Alex. From the moment we locked eyes and I mocked him, to the moment I left his bed at dawn. I've really outdone myself this time, maybe he'll write about that.

I huff and slump back into my chair. "I'll go," I state, and obviously Maggie understands I mean the date as she cheers. "But," I instantly hear Maggie howl a groan. "I won't take it any further, he's just..." "'Just' what, you freak." Maggie bites. "Complicated, now." I trail off, head hung low. "And I don't want a song written about me."

"'Now' huh? So you would want to be with him if he wasn't rich and famous?" She scoffs. "You're insane," she finishes grumpily.

"How about you respect your friend's decision and shut the fuck up M." I counter, snapping my head to squint at her.

"Whatever, we both know you want him."

"No, I don't.' "Yes, you do, Ms. Turner." "No-" "I could do this all day, really Jen, but unfortunately, I have a long-term boyfriend that needs attending to." She smirks smugly before frolicking out of my room.

“See ya," she sing-songs. "See ya," I reply flatly, later mumbling, "Dickhead." "Love you too!" She yells as the door slams behind her and I let out a hefty, exasperated sigh. This is just one huge mess.

Promptly, an audible “bing” distracts me from my overwhelming thoughts. Speak of the devil.

12:38 a.m. Alex Alexander: Tomorrow, 5 pm, Wilket Creek.

My lips part slightly as I assess Alex's unsolicited text. I shortly contemplate my reply.

12:43 a.m. Me: A strange man invites you to a park in the middle of the winter, what would you do?

12:44 a.m. Alex Alexander: I'd say yes love, as should you.

I grin at my screen, deliberately waiting a few minutes before responding, a tactic Alex clearly didn't care about using.

12:56 a.m. Me: Sugar, has no woman ever told you that the woods aren't exactly an ideal date spot? Have they lived to tell the tale?

I snicker at my own text for a while before clicking send. I pause, noting how I'm literally at the edge of my seat, practically giggling and kicking my feet at texts from a guy, a guy I swore to cut out of my life.

Fuck, let's be real, I wouldn't be going on this date if I was serious about ditching him.

"Bing!" My eyes pop from the ground to my phone, and I wince at my pitifully eager reaction.

1:00 a.m. Alex Alexander: No, unfortunately, you will be the first to experience such a date. But I can give you a referral if you'd like.

I scoff a little too aggressively. As if I would want to talk to one of his many exes. Composing myself, I respond cooly.

1:02 a.m. Me: Cheeky💋

1:02 a.m. Alex Alexander: Very. And impatient.

1:05 a.m. Me: Why? What are you anticipating Turner?

1:05 a.m. Alex Alexander: Dinner? Sex?

1:07 a.m. Me: In the woods? Sounds kinky Alexander, I think I like it.

1:08 a.m. Alex Alexander: Good. I did plenty of research on what Canadian women like.

I guffaw at his message.

1:10 a.m. Me: Yes, of course, we Canadians love our forests. Excellent deduction.

1:10 a.m. Alex Alexander: Thank you Red. Can't wait to see you.

I feel my skin burning. I read over his text multiple times before responding.

1:16 a.m. Me: Can't wait for the sex part huh?

A minute later, those three dots bounce on my screen as he hesitantly replies. It disappears once before appearing again, taking my breath away.

1:21 a.m. Alex Alexander: Just say you miss me Darling.

My thumbs tetter over my keyboard. Typing out those three words then deleting them.

1:33 a.m. Me: See you tomorrow Alexander.

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The Element of Surprise

Chapter four of the Miracle Aligner series

Alex's POV

It didn't take me long to arrive at the pub. Practically sprinting in, I spot Mickey raising a chair off a table. "Mickey?" I call with uncertainty. His head shoots in my direction. Upon seeing me, a blinding smile envelops his face and I nearly spin back out the door. "Alex Turner!" He shouts and I immediately recoil. Realizing his mistake of announcing my name, he slaps a hand over his mouth. "Sorry," he apologizes in a muffle, stalking towards me. "It's alright mate." We both then stand there awkwardly, unspeaking. "The guitar Mick," I voice plainly, snapping him out of whatever trance he's in. "Shit sorry!" He gestures widely, pivoting away from me.

When he returns, handing me the guitar, I don't move. Mickey gives me a once-over quickly. "Uh- can I have your number?" "No." "Thought so." He pouts. "So why're you still here?" I frown at his words and he lifts his hands in protest, waving them. "Not trying to be rude, just like, why?"

"Is Jennie here?" I pronounce while looking over both of Mickey's shoulders. He stares at me, looking puzzled, before clearly grasping my motives. He smirks. "No. Should I leave a message for you?" I ignore his mocking tone. "When's she in?" His face twists, "Not sure I can give out that kind of information buddy." His previous smirk creeps onto his face, "Unless there was a specific reason I should?" Mickey states suggestively. I roll my eyes and click my tongue. "No reason," I spit out.

Obviously regretting his decision to provoke me, Mickey sighs deeply. "I'm joking." Patting my forearm he admits, "But seriously, I legally can't give out staff member’s information to customers, even if they're Alex Turner." My temper eases when I survey his honest and sullen expression. Thinking, I rotate my head, taking in the pub's interior. Did I really come to this shithole last night?

"Does this place sell anything edible?" I doubtfully ask. Mickey visibly loosens. "Yes, we do." He pulls out a chair for me, "Take a seat and I'll fetch you today's special." I barely nod in affirmation before he speeds off to the kitchen.

...

Two days later

Growing tired of checking my phone's clock for the seventh time tonight, I shove it back into my jacket pocket. Rising from my chair, I adjust my cap, dejected for the third time this week. Red was a no-show again.

"Leaving so soon?" Mickey exclaims from behind the bar. I swivel my neck and reply with a shrug, "I'm not really interested in finding out Friday's special, sorry Mick." He snickers. "It's not like you to give up so soon. I almost have the urge to give her a call." At this, I nearly flung my body over to Mickey. "You would do that?" I ask in disbelief.

"You've been here for the past three days." He laughs, "Some may find it creepy, maybe she'll find it charming." "Why haven't you offered to do this before?" I snap back.

"You never asked." He states plainly. I almost lay one on him then and there, but the promise of a call stops me from punching him. "Well?" I implore him, clasping my hands together in a plea. He nods meekly. "My phone's in the locker room, wait here if you can," he teases, making his way to the back room.

Five minutes later he returns, phone in hand, ringing her up. I glance at the screen which reads Rogen. "Rogen?" "Last name." He replies fleetly before the ringing ceases. "Heyyy J." The compulsion to snatch the phone from his hands rises expeditiously when he has the nerve to look at me and grin. "Yeah. He's here, again." He taunts. I nearly snarl.

Thousands of thoughts fizzled in my head. "Yeah sure," he babbles before delivering his phone to me. I hesitantly clutch his phone, mumbling, "Hello?" "Alexander?" "Alex." I correct, sighing with relief at the sound of her melodic voice. "Have you been coming to my place of employment for the past three days?" She questions me like I'm a toddler who got caught drawing on a plaster wall. "Yes I have, thank you for noticing," I retort humorlessly. Her laughter echoes through the phone.

Now smiling, I glance at Mickey, who carries the same look, and I spin away from his gaze with a sneer. "Sorry I've just been busy, and I like to stay as far away from that nasty place as I can." She states matter-of-factly.

I chuckle till my smile withers. "You left, without leaving your number Jennie." I resist reprimanding her, and she sighs quietly. "I know, sorry." She pauses. "I can be such a guy sometimes." I snort at her words. "May I have your number now Red?" I look to the ceiling for help while awaiting her answer. After a beat, she replies, "Hand me over to Mickey sweetie." My face flushes and I distractedly hand the phone to Mickey who looks equally confused. His expression then resolves and he states, "You might wanna get out a pen and paper sweetie."

...

"Get your head outta your arse Al! Focus." Zach demands with a shout. My eyes lift from my phone screen reluctantly.

Texting back and forth with Jennie had become a weekly habit. Two weeks to be exact. With my album's writing, recording, and everything in between, we haven't had the chance to connect properly. The desire to see that red hair once more was becoming overwhelming, so, my latest text entailed a "will you" and a "go out with me?" Said text also had yet to receive a reply for the last three hours.

The anticipation was killing me and I could hardly focus on my bandmates. "You disappear for days and come back with incredible songs, but somehow have lost the ability to count." Zach bellows in anger. "You missed your bit again Turner!" I stare blankly at Zach after his outburst, causing both Jamie and Miles to erupt with laughter. "Mate, what is wrong with you?" Miles questions while laughing. "Nothing," I grumble. They all give me a look of skepticism.

"Well snap outta it, we just gotta finish this last verse." Jaime dumbfoundedly shakes his head. Embarrassed, I plunge my phone into my jeans pocket and place my fingertips on the strings of my guitar.

...

Six hours later, our second song is finally done and I head out towards my hired car. At that moment, an incoming text staggers my step.

11:43 p.m. Jennie "Red" Rogen: Did you just ask me on a date Alexander? May need to think this one through XXX

Entering the car, I religiously read over her text. Feeling both rejection and bliss was a hell of a lot for one man alone. What's she playing at? All week we've been flirting, and now she's refusing me, sending kisses via text.

I'm at a loss for words and clearly hard of hearing as the driver repeats "Where to." His voice carries more of an edge the second time 'round. "Sorry mate," I pause, rethinking my destination while the driver's eyes leer at me through the rearview mirror. "Take me to Les Cactus." He nods a huff and instantaneously hits the gas.

...

As soon as we reach the curve, I hop out the vehicle and march towards the pub's entrance. I was done messing around. Now, a rather witless decision to confront Red head-on has become my top priority.

Beelining towards the ever-present bartender, I freeze. Red's back faces me and her scarlet lips brush Mickey's ear lightly, whispering. Her side presses against his while her hand clasps his shoulder. Stunned, I simply watch their interaction, scrutinizing the smile that consumes half of Mickey's face. My fists and jaw clench as various speculations of their conversation adorn my thoughts. I didn't like a single one of them.

Suddenly, Mickey detects me, eyes widening. "Alex?" As soon as my name leaves his mouth, Jennie's hand drops from his shoulder and her body whirls around. Like Mickey, her eyes enlarge and fill with confusion. Composing myself, I continue forward. Confidently striding to her, I get close enough that I have to peer down quite a bit. Maintaining eye contact I assert, "I did, so what's there to think about Red?"

I clock how she tenses, face unreadable. I audibly gulp. It's strange seeing such a woman speechless. But that silence didn't last long. "How bold of you to assume it would be so simple Mr. Turner." A sly smile grows on her face. I blow out the wind stuck in my lungs. "Nothing seems to be simple with you Jennie." I'll never get enough of saying her name, though, I like how calling her Red seems to rattle her.

A grunt is the only reply she gives before speaking again. "I don't even know you," she giggles. "Don't you think it's a little late to worry about that Red?" I clap back with humour, to which she grins knowingly. "How do you I don't regret that?" Her question nearly makes my assured demeanour falter. "I know you don't regret that night Red," I state with indifference. "And why's that?" "Because I was there." She stills, again, left speechless.

"Tomorrow night, I'll text you when and where," I mention nonchalantly before turning towards the exit. "Goodnight Red," I chuckle over my shoulder, glancing back one more time to drink in the priceless look on her face.

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Don't misunderstand

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, vaginal, oral, fem receiving, swearing, sub Obi-Wan, inexperienced Obi, taboo relationship

Pairing: Jealous Obi-Wan Kenobi x Senator reader

Word count: 2.6k

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"Would it kill you to act like you're human?" I exclaim furiously. Obi-Wan remains motionless despite my uproar, his face unreadable. "Say anything, I dare you."

"That is the problem," he grimaces.

"Do not call me that," he orders sharply.

"Don't avoid my questions then, General." I retort, daring him to reveal himself further. "I won't," he sighs in defeat, shoulders shrinking. "Just don't call me that Y/n."

"No," I giggle.

Abruptly, I feel liquid warmth fill my core. "Y/n!" He cums inside me with one robust slap against my thighs and ass. My legs straddle his hips in place as he staggers, riding out his orgasm.

"No, Y/n, you haven't-"

Reeling his head back, his lewd expression fixates on me while his tongue laps his lips. "Good?" He asks plainly and I simper.

"Very."

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Don't misunderstand

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, vaginal, oral, fem receiving, swearing, sub Obi-Wan, inexperienced Obi, taboo relationship

Pairing: Jealous Obi-Wan Kenobi x Senator reader

Word count: 2.6k

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"Would it kill you to act like you're human?" I exclaim furiously. Obi-Wan remains motionless despite my uproar, his face unreadable. "Say anything, I dare you."

"That is the problem," he grimaces.

"Do not call me that," he orders sharply.

"Don't avoid my questions then, General." I retort, daring him to reveal himself further. "I won't," he sighs in defeat, shoulders shrinking. "Just don't call me that Y/n."

"No," I giggle.

Abruptly, I feel liquid warmth fill my core. "Y/n!" He cums inside me with one robust slap against my thighs and ass. My legs straddle his hips in place as he staggers, riding out his orgasm.

"No, Y/n, you haven't-"

Reeling his head back, his lewd expression fixates on me while his tongue laps his lips. "Good?" He asks plainly and I simper.

"Very."

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As I think of you less and less

The colour fades outside

It reminds me that life goes on again

Like before you

I'll just think of you less and less

If that makes any sense

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Is This What You Wanted

Chapter three of the Miracle Aligner series

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Alex's POV

Reluctantly, my eyes peel open to reveal a bright daze of sunlight, seeping through the blinds of my hotel suite. I slowly shift and stretch my aching limbs, completely disoriented. Symptoms of a hangover begin to arise and I groan in discomfort.

Rising to my feet, I head to the restroom, paying no mind to the clothes that littered my bedroom floor. It was only until I glanced at the mirror that was I reminded of the night before.

Red bruises decorated my chest to my jaw. Though, one spot in particular was more significant than the rest: a bite mark that covers the left side of my neck. My lips part loosely at the sight.

Suddenly, my skull starts pounding as visions of last night's events cloud my mind.

1:57 am

After roughly swiping my key card, the force of Jennie's kiss causes my back to bang against the front door of my room, now awkwardly fiddling with its knob.

The door swings open and I flip our bodies around, backing her towards the bed with urgency. Our moans intermix as our mouths move together fervently and our tongues collide, fighting for dominance. I grip her body for support. I was utterly intoxicated by her cherry taste.

Jennie then rips away from the kiss to take a breath and I instinctively chase after her. My hunger for her was insatiable, and I could tell from the lustful look in her eyes, that the feeling was mutual.

I smirk as I regard her beautifully flushed face, dimly lit by the golden bedside lamp I left on. I affectionately caress the smear of faded lipstick that adorned her lips, and I imagine my own.

I touch my forehead to hers and her eyes flutter closed. I observe her chest rise and fall as we mellow out.

My own chest does the same, my heart hammering widely against my ribs.

"Stunning Red." My compliment makes Jennie's eyes open, peering up. She grins instantly and I shudder at the sight. Her eyes flare with a wicked thought.

Unexpectedly, Jennie drops to her knees in front of me, hands sliding down my chest until they reach my thighs. My jaw drops at once. "Christ," is all I can muster as her hands rise to meet my belt buckle. The clasp opens and I rejoice in the release of my waistband. My head tilts back. When she draws me out of my slacks I whimper, "Jennie."

"Alexander," she replies pleasantly as if she isn't holding my cock in her fist. Becoming exasperated by her attitude, I warn, "Don't start."

"Okay." She politely utters, abruptly dropping her hands from my body. My eyes go wide and my head shoots to look at her knelt-down frame. "Don't be a tease, you know what I meant," I growl at her.

Till I met this woman, I didn't know just how pent-up I'd been. I feel as though I've been unleashed and now need her more than anything.

Without hesitation, I pluck her up from the ground and toss her onto my bed, making her yelp. I briefly gape at her scrambling on her back, shuffling the bed sheets around. Looking at her I demand, "Fuck, tell me what you need."

...

"Fuck." I rub my hand coarsely against my slack jaw. My eyes then pop in my reflection. Rushing back to my bed, I behold the empty mattress. Disappointment blackens my chest.

The redhead from yesterday was nowhere to be seen. My shoulders slump in defeat.

Surely last night had not been so bad she had to flee at dawn? From what I could recall, that was not the case. So where had she gone?

Glancing to my right, I take in the mess of papers scattered across my desk. Making my way over to it, I noticed the newfound placement of my sheets meant my lyrics were read by my recent guest. Reading them now, I can't help but be self-conscious. They really were grim, and seeing how things turned out last night, Zach and James had a point.

Millions of ideas were racing through my mind; I couldn't stop the urge I had to sit and write, thinking about what happened hours ago.

"Anything you need, tell him what you're needing."

"Get down on your knees, get down on your knees again."

2:08 am

My bare body flattens against her lush one. I take mental notes of her figure, deliberately engraving every curve to memory.

Jennie flips us around, hovering above me with a sinful grin.

"What 'I' need?" Her sensual voice echoes throughout the room, and I nearly melt into the sheets.

A groan is the only response she receives before slamming our lips together, and I react energetically.

Our bodies interlace and I place one hand between her shoulder blades, and the other through her red locks, gripping it at its roots as my mouth deepens the desperate kiss. Her arm, in turn, wraps behind my neck, embracing me, while the other gropes my tricep. Jennie then wrenches her lips from mine, "What I need is you inside me Alexander."

I stare at her awe-stricken, my thoughts incoherent. To stop myself from almost begging, I attach our lips once again in confirmation. Jennie straddles my waist while her palms enthusiastically roam my body. When our lips break apart, I study her aligning her base with mine, marvelling at how heavenly she looks as she rips open a condom.

I suck in a sharp breath once my tip pierces her entrance.

...

"You're hovering above my bed looking down on me."

"Dracula teeth, lipstick on my pillow via my cheek."

I smirk mindlessly at the page.

After two hours of pensive reminisce of yesterday's affair, I devised at least two songs worth of lyrics. I can already visualize the sound for them; their titles are as clear as day, and dedicated to my mystery woman.

My phone's incessant buzzing takes me out of my thoughts. Moving towards my bedside table, I click on the text notifications, ignoring the 27 missed calls covering my lock screen. With a scowl, I begin to read my texts.

8:46 a.m. Zach: Where the fuck are you? I get you're still upset but we've got work to do Al.

9: 27 a.m. Miles: Darling I've been calling you non-stop. Pick up if you're alive.

12:31 a.m. Jaime: OOOIIIIIII

Just before I close the app, I notice a text from an unknown number.

1:03 p.m. (1+416-555-0144): Heyyyyy it's Mickey (the bartender from last night)!! You left your 🎸 here. If you don't come and get it, it may or may not be sold on ebay ;))))

Immediately I wince. After Red took me by surprise, I clearly neglected to remember the $3,000 guitar I travelled with. My favourite guitar. I wail out a cry of frustration. Then I pause. Now I had an excuse to see her again.

I bolt around the room, grasping at clothes left and right, then heaving on my boots. Hurriedly, I search Les Cactus on Google Maps and head straight for the door.

Chapter 4

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Don't misunderstand

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, vaginal, oral, fem receiving, language, sub/inexperienced Obi, taboo relationship

Pairing: Jealous Obi-Wan Kenobi x Senator reader

Word count: 2.6k

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"Would it kill you to act like you're human?" I exclaim furiously. Obi-Wan remains motionless despite my uproar, his face unreadable. "Say anything, I dare you."

"That is the problem," he grimaces.

"Do not call me that," he orders sharply.

"Don't avoid my questions then, General." I retort, daring him to reveal himself further. "I won't," he sighs in defeat, shoulders shrinking. "Just don't call me that Y/n."

Even as I say it, I hear how ridiculous I sound. Of course, we can't be together, love is forbidden for Jedi, and I am a politician, the term "taboo" only grazes all the vows we would break. But I don't give a damn about those vows at this moment. Hearing that my unrequited love has secretly been reciprocated this whole time, fills me with so much elation, that I can barely stand on my own two feet.

"No," I giggle.

Abruptly, I feel liquid warmth fill my core. "Y/n!" He cums inside me with one robust slap against my thighs and ass. My legs straddle his hips in place as he staggers, riding out his orgasm.

"No, Y/n, you haven't-"

"Tell me," he insists, serious. He pulls out of me as I caustiously tangle my hands through his strawberry locks, and push him down my torso, towards my clit. Without recognizing my intention, he allows me to place his mouth in front of my clit. Shifting more upright, I take in how his tongue dances over his swollen lips. He peers up at me innocently and I shudder. "You're gonna taste me, okay?" I pet his hair as he bobs his head in agreement.

Reeling his head back, his lewd expression fixates on me while his tongue laps his lips. "Good?" He asks plainly and I simper.

"Very."

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Miracle Aligner

Alex Turner

Series Masterlist

Chapter one: Aviation

Chapter two: Dracula Teeth

Chapter three: Is This What You Wanted NSFW

Chapter four: The Element Of Suprise

Chapter five: Bad Habits

Chapter six: She Does The Woods

Chapter seven: Pattern

Chapter eight: Everything You've Come to Expect NSFW - Coming soon

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Dracula Teeth

Chapter two of the Miracle Aligner Series

Jennie's POV

I've never been one to say no to a challenge, especially if said challenge had a face like that. So here we are, him: a drunken mess with tousled hair, looking absolutely mouthwatering, and me: a ginger with just as much luck as a black cat tipping over a salt shaker. This situation was too good to be true.

Overhearing Mickey's rant about some famous person waltzing into the bar made it inevitable that my dumbass would be in this position. Frankly, I couldn't care less who he was, all I knew was that I wanted a peek at the celebrity who would dare come for drinks at a place this musty.

Hence, at exactly 10 o'clock on the dot, I unmistakably asked Les Cactus's newest star to 'leave with me.' Only my inarticulate mouth would turn a somewhat innocent request into something completely different.

Now looking floored by my bold statement, I knew I had to correct his misunderstanding. "I meant 'leave together to drink somewhere else' Alexander. Take it easy tiger." Despite my hands shaking, giving away how giddy I really am, I wear my best smug expression. I haven't flirted with a guy this attractive, well, ever.

His tense frame relaxes and he releases a rocky breath. "Don't look too disappointed," I say giggling, removing my apron. He rises to his feet, face beet red as he nods a yes to my earlier question. I internally commend his inviting stature as it lifts upright. He swipes his jacket off the barstool. "Give me a sec to grab my shit and clock out," I wink, spinning towards the locker room. I feel him watching me as I consciously make an effort to sway my hips.

...

"Okay, ready!" After announcing my return, I inspect Alex's lean frame as it lounges classically on a pillar next to the exit. His hair is flopped in every direction, indicating that he'd been harshly running his fingers through it. Hands resting in his jacket pockets, his eyes shift to me. I'm almost taken aback by the way he peers down at me. Gone is that flustered drunk. His gaze now holds a strange weight and certainty. As if he notices my small hesitation, his stare softens and a tiny smile tugs at his lips - god those lips. "Where're we headed Red?"

I pause as if I'm in deep thought. "A man your age down to go clubbing?" I respond with a grin. He huffs a low laugh. "Christ, how old are you?" He inquires, edging closer.

"25," I answer while teetering on my heels. His smile spreads at that.

"A four-year difference doesn't exactly make me old love."

"Doesn't exactly make you young though?" I briskly counter.

"Smart-mouth," Alex quips, peeping down at my lips as I run my tongue over their dried surface. I'm getting hotter by the minute, unable to withstand his heated gaze. Hastily, I grasp the exit's knob. "Let's get a move on then Alex." His chuckle gets cut short once the freezing air engulfs us both. "Is it always this fucking cold?" Alex bellows, moving further into me, brushing his sleeve against mine. I shiver instinctively. "Yep. Welcome to Canada!" I beam.

For a few short moments, we silently walk side by side. That was until my legs began to sway on suspiciously icy ground. "Agh!" I wobble for a bit before eventually regaining my footing, arms flapping frantically. In the meantime, Alex releases a hoarse laugh, tilting his body backward, and putting his enticing neck on display. My mouth practically watered at the sight. Though, my ogling is cut short when Alex suddenly falls on his ass.

"BAHAHAH," I burst. Visibly in agony, Alex glances up at my hunched figure as I embarrassingly howl with laughter. A pained smile creeps onto his face. As he begins to lift himself from the ground, I reach out to lend him a hand. "Oh, now you're gonna help meh?" He rolls his eyes comically, his accent sounding thicker.

Composing himself, Alex can't help but rub his ass, which makes me cackle once more, and I retract my hand to support my stomach. Then Alex begins to laugh with me - both of us looking kind of ridiculous.

Only when passersby give us strange looks do we stop giggling like two schoolgirls. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I repeat, still holding my belly in an attempt to calm myself. Wiping a tear from my eye, I spare Alex a glance. He looks the happiest I've seen him all night, and so damn handsome.

Just as I start to speak he glides his palm into mine. I stare at him dumbfoundedly. "You offered and I don't want to fall again Red." He states as if it's an obvious claim. I nod sheepishly and lead us towards the club again. A comfortable silence fills the chilling air.

12:46 am

Around eight shots later, Alex and I are just a drink away from ripping each other's clothes off in the middle of the club floor.

After arriving, we went straight to the bar and ordered drink after drink, the rest is a blur. But somehow, we made our way to the dance floor and haven't left since. Though our hands may stray away from an appropriate place every now and then, our lips have yet to touch. Alex's overly amorous gaze has downright entranced me. I circle my fingertips over his shoulders, familiarizing myself with his broad back. I hear him grunt darkly in my ear as he leans in, his nose grazing the side of my head, teasing my hair.

Incapable of resisting, I take this as an opportunity to nuzzle into his neck. His groan is muffled by my hair when my teeth impulsively seep into his neck, marking his skin. His hands clench roughly around my waist, and he growls, "Did you just bite me?" I'm virtually buzzing at this point, I've never wanted someone this badly before, especially not some guy I've just met. If I was sober, I'd definitely have taken off running by now.

"Hmm," I hum pleasantly in response, dragging my hands to his lower back and bringing him even closer. He eagerly accepts my pull, enclosing his arms around my torso in return, raising the trim of my tank top faintly. And then we sway; my head on his chest, nose to neck, while he cages me in. "Christ you feel good." He gently traces his thumb back and forth on my exposed skin. "If you think this feels good, just imagine the sex." When the words escape me, I can't do anything but hide further into his collar. Damn my drunken mind.

Immediately there's a little stumble in our syncronism. "I am," he mutters simply. Egged on by my words, he wraps me up even tighter till I feel his arousal, his palms now possessing my ass. We slow down to a stop and I yank my head back so that we're face to face. "Alexander."

"Alex."

"Let's get out of here."

Chapter 3

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