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ozzgin · 3 months

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Hello!

🌟 here again! I'm here with another request for our lovely bodyguard yandere.

Have you ever seen videos of fans jumping up onto stages with kpop idols? Then get carried away by security behind stage?

I'd love to see how our lovely violent baby girl would react to not being able to react with immediate violence as a reaction given all the eyes and cameras on him. Would he be stone faced just carrying the stage crasher by the collar like a cat? Or would he be dragging him by the legs into hell?

The reactions of fans to the bodyguard would be interesting too, I could see Reader being jealous over people thirsting over bodyguard on Twitter or something lol. Or bodyguard confused on why people would say stuff like "he could snap my back like a twig and I'd say thank you" about him.

Hope you are taking care, and I have my fingers crossed to hear from you eventually

Sincerely

-🌟

Long overdue and I'm terribly sorry about that! I had the ideas for a while now, but I could never find the proper words to assemble everything. ;-;

Yandere! Bodyguard x Idol! Reader (III)

Your bodyguard has gained sudden Internet fame after dealing with a crazed fan on stage. Naturally, he couldn't care less about anyone else, but that doesn't stop you from trying to make him jealous in return. Someone will have to be the sacrificial lamb to his murderous possessiveness.

Content: female reader, obsessive behavior, violence, death, reader and yandere are both psycho

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The screen of your phone lights up again and you only need a quick glance to know what it is. Another post about last night’s event. About your bodyguard. You sink your nails into the leather chair and look ahead towards the mirror, exchanging a smile with the hairstylist.

“Oh, it looks lovely! You always do such a great job.” You compliment the woman as you tilt your head both ways, admiring the gentle curls. Now get the fuck out already.

“I’m so glad! Is there anything else you’d like me to-”

“No, that’s all. You can go”, you respond curtly.

The stylist collects her products and waves at you, exiting the room. The phone vibrates once more with a new notification, and you promptly throw it against the door. It scatters in large chunks of scrap across the plush carpet.

The whole ordeal happened within seconds. You were performing the final song of the evening when a fan hurled himself over the security barrier and onto the stage. The people standing at the very front began screaming and some took their phones out, scrambling for a good angle to record everything.

“Please, (Y/N), I’m your biggest fan!” the man pleaded, approaching you with shaking hands.

You froze in place, observing his actions with the same indifference of watching a TV ad that goes on for too long. Before the stranger could even reach your proximity, your bodyguard effortlessly and speedily threw him over the shoulder, giving you a reassuring nod and retreating backstage. He had that smile on his face that signaled he was pissed, and your mouth hung open in realization: You wouldn’t be able to witness the massacre.

You knew that expression all too well. That man would never see the light of day again, and under normal circumstances you would be right behind your bodyguard, cheering him on and suggesting ways to further torment of whoever dared to get too close to you.

And yet, your little ritual had been interrupted. You stood there on the stage, baffled, as the other idols gathered around you with worried looks. You poor thing. That must’ve been terrifying. The audience was shouting words of support, encouraging you to continue as if nothing happened. With pursed lips, you tightened your grip around the microphone and reassured everyone of your well-being. The show had to go on, regardless of your bloodlust.

This morning, you woke up to hundreds of posts online about the incident. Or rather, the way your bodyguard dealt with it. You scrolled through photos, videos, and confessions regarding the mysterious stranger who protected you from harm.

“I need a man like that in my life!”, “I know, right? So cool!”, “Imagine how easily he’d pick you up”, “The broad shoulders! I’m in love <3”

You don’t even have time to be properly upset about it. Your schedule for the day is packed with interviews and photoshoots. You glance in the mirror one final time and exit the room. The bodyguard has been waiting for you, resting against the wall with crossed arms.

“I need a new phone”, you tell him in a casual tone.

“What happened to the previous one?” He inquires, somewhat confused by your sudden request.

“Just do it!” You snap at the large man, rushing past him without providing any window for a reaction.

Ideally, you would very much like to tell him that the sudden influx of attention irritates you beyond comprehension. Then he’d reassure you that his indifference towards everyone else has not changed whatsoever, and thus your worries are entirely unfounded; but, if you need an outlet to release all that stress, he can easily find an empty changing room and service you like he always does.

Unfortunately, there is no time for that.

The bodyguard follows your movements with raised eyebrows, perplexed. What could’ve gotten you into such a sour mood? Has someone caused you to be upset? Are you still pouting after the missed playtime? He ponders the possibilities as he searches for an assistant.

The employee is visibly startled upon hearing his deep voice calling her. She turns obediently and nods, flashing her best customer-facing smile.

“Can you get (Y/N) a new phone?” he asks plainly.

“Huh? Sure…Did she specify any preferences? What was her previous model?”

He stares in confusion.

“…Can’t you guess?” she insists.

“I’m not good with these things.” The bodyguard rummages through his pocket and pulls out an old, cracked device to prove his point. “I don’t use phones much.”

Why would he? The only time he needs a phone is when he’s apart from you, which hasn’t happened since the Christmas incident. He previously considered a more modern option, so he could stalk your social media and make sure you don’t have any perverts sliding into your messages. That proved to be unnecessary, as you frequently leave your phone unattended or involve him in the process: most of your photos posted online nowadays are actually curated by his truly.

“Oh, so you don’t know about the recent craze?” The woman chuckles and takes out her own phone, speedily tapping on the screen before presenting it to the man. “See? You’re trending!”

He scans the multitude of messages. Ah, so that’s what it was. His lips curl into a grin. To think he’d witness his spoiled idol struggle with jealousy.

“That will be it for today!” the photographer announces, gesturing with his hands and guiding his helpers with the expensive equipment.

This was it, the last photoshoot. You unscrew the cap from your water bottle and take a healthy sip from it, wiping the sweat off your forehead with your other hand. The only good part about the continuous work was that you couldn’t check more of those annoying posts drooling over your bodyguard. Remembering it is enough to increase your heartbeat. The male model you were paired with for this campaign walks in your direction.

“Say, do you have anything planned after this?” He questions smugly. “You could come back to my place.”

What a ridiculous idea, you think with a grimace. Does this asshat think he’s worthy of your company? After a second of contemplation, you’re flooded with the same disappointment you felt back on the stage, watching your fan being carried away like a mere piece of cardboard over the much larger frame of your bodyguard. You might just consider the stupid offer. Why not? It’s not fair to be the only one plagued by jealousy.

“Sure. I know a better place, though.”

Your eyes narrow in a bright smile and you lead the young man towards your backstage room. As you pass by your bodyguard, you remember to mention in a low voice: “Make sure no one disturbs us.” He doesn’t answer, merely gazes at you with an empty expression.

“Man, that guy is scary as hell”, the model remarks as he throws himself in your vanity seat. “Are you not afraid to be alone with him?”

“Not really, no”, you respond idly. “You, on the other hand…”

“Excuse me?”

Now then. To set the scene, you gingerly climb into the man’s lap and adjust your arms around his neck. What a frail little human in comparison to your bodyguard. You blush in anticipation and begin counting in your head.

“H-hey, what did you mean-”

The young man is interrupted by someone’s abrupt intrusion. Your bodyguard throws you a quick glance before turning to close the door behind him. Alright, he can’t be too excited. He must pretend he’s furious, baffled, out for the hunt. You went all the way out for him. He even checked his watch to make sure you had enough time. He can’t let his enthusiasm betray him.

You jump out of the model’s hold with a gasp.

“It’s not what you think~!” you exclaim with feigned surprise. “He started flirting with me and I…” Your words trail off and you rub your arm nervously.

The bodyguard approaches the other man with monotonous movements and grabs him by the collar.

“Wait, you can’t possibly…he’s a well-known model!”, you protest with a fake cry.

Sweet little darling. Worry not, he won’t disappoint you. He’ll put on the best show for your sake. Anything to soothe your innocent heart.

“Could be the President himself”, your bodyguard confesses with a dash of theatrics, “and I’d still break his fucking neck for touching you.” He pulls out his pocketknife and looks at you. “I’ll deal with you in a moment, Miss.”

Your knees weaken and you have to rest against the vanity table. Among the screams and pleads for mercy coming from the poor butchered model, you can only focus on one thing: the violent fucking you’re about to receive.

Your bodyguard truly knows you best.

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anonymooseforever007 · 1 year

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Romantic Escape

(Tommy Shelby x female reader)

Summary- After being confined to Arrow House for a week because of a small concussion, Y/N is determined to get out. But considering how overprotective Tommy's been recently she'll have to be smart if she'd to make it. To trick Thomas Shelby is a feat many enemies have tried but few have succeeded. But then again, not many of his enemies have the advantage of knowing him the way his wife does...

Or at least they're scared to get that close....

A/N: Hi y'all! No specific TW's for this one other than usual Peaky Violence, Language, and implications of smut (but non actually happens). There is one mention of a past attack but nothing's graphic. Also this was going to be one part, but then I didn't like how the breakup between scenes flowed, so there is a second part going to be posted in a few days probably! Anyways I hope y'all enjoy! ❤️ WC- 3.0k

Romantic Capture (Part 2)

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It had been a week and a half since the bad accident occurred.

Well, your husband called it a bad accident.

You called it "being a imbecile who'd gotten so distracted trying nicely draw a baby chipmunk out of the house she didn't realize the stairs ended two steps ago."

But in fairness, every other idea for the poor thing your beloved family suggested involved guns or stew. Besides, Thomas Shelby wasn't about to let even his wife herself, label his darling love as a common 'imbecile'....so 'bad accident' it was.

Truth be told you didn't even think it should be labeled as such. Sure you were dizzy for the first two days, but you only almost passed out when you stood up once. AND there wasn't any blood so you didn't even need to go to a hospital. Polly was insistent it was a mild concussion and a couple days rest would be all you needed. But your husband thought otherwise, and here you were days later, still confined to the premises.

You'd laughed at the irony of it. Your husband, who once decided to medicate a cracked skull with cocaine, practically ordering you to stay in bed. The hypocrite. Thomas Shelby was an undoubtedly smart man, but when it came to medicinal advice, he should probably have been the last one giving suggestions.

In the beginning, you could understand why he was worried. Yes, technically you had been "shot" a few months ago, by a rather rude man trying to prove he was more dangerous than your husband. Truthfully, you'd had sewing accidents that bled more. One time when you were 15, you had accidentally sliced the side tip of your left pointer finger off using a pair of scissors. But luckily you father had been a doctor and was able to fix it up at the house with ease. If held up straight though, it did still look like the tip of that finger was slightly crooked, but that's another story. But the man who'd shot you must have been drunk, because even your blind uncle had better aim than him, and all you were left with was a small nick on your shoulder and a small tear in your dress. Yes, it was still terrifying, and both you and you husband still woke up some nights, hearts beating fast with the thoughts of what would have happened if he had better aim. But in the end you were, for lack of better term, just fine.

That didn't stop your husband from worrying more though. It seemed the incident had flipped a switch in him, often shared by new mothers or teachers, who tended to be hyperaware of everything that could go wrong for their young steeds. For weeks after, Tommy had been on high alert, not even letting you go out with Polly alone, and everyone knew she could handle anyone just fine. Though maybe there were some good points to his overprotectiveness.

For about a month after, Tommy had decided to work from his home office so he could be closer to you just incase. This meant he didn't have to drive over half an hour to the office every day and could spend more time in bed with you in the mornings, something neither of you complained about. Then you spent many of those days in his office with him, working on your own projects or trying to convince him to let you play boss for the day. That idea was a quick no, but it didn't stop you from stealing his coat, sitting in his chair and, pretending to bark out orders to invisible blinders while he went to the bathroom. Nor did it stop Alfred Solomons from laughing like an hyena the time he had called right as you picked up the phone. You still weren't over knowing he heard you (as Tom) threaten to "make a pie out of the testicles out of whatever coward dared feed the horses Scottish hay instead of Irish!".... Luckily it hadn't been the time when him and "Tommy" were planning how to hide their secret affair.

In the end, Tommy had eventually gone back to working at the office and only the maids were left to witness your "brilliant" impressions. Soon life went back to its usual order... atleast until you'd gotten hurt again.

At first you thought it would be fun like before, and that you could spend time trying to convince Tommy he'd had better things to do than sign papers all day. Namely you. But unfortunately, it seemed your husband decided that your injuries weren't serious enough to warrant the both of you a bed rest this time. And truthfully, you also didn't mind that too much either. You adored your husband and loved spending time with him, but that didn't mean you didn't have plans that not involving him. Most days were spend either helping the maids around the house, planning the next gala with Lizzie, or going out with your own small friend group. You had plenty of things to do without him.

That was until you realized for some reason, the things you wanted to do weren't able to be done. For starters, you had a suspicion all the maids and been ordered to politely decline your offers to help with anything, even laundry. They'd simply smile at you and let you know you didn't have to worry about it, before offering to make some tea so you could rest your head. Then it appeared that both of you and Tommy's spare cars were in the shop for "repairs" meaning you'd have no way to out to meet your friends. Yes, they could come over, but still not all your friends were lucky enough to have cars and you were often the one driving everyone around. Not even Esme or Polly were able to come over, as Polly had gone to take care of a sick Ada in London, and half of Esme's lot had their own mini cases of colds. Even Finn who lived with you and Tommy, had gone with Isaiah, Curly, and Uncle Charlie to Wales for the week to bring home the new horse Tommy bought last month. After a week stuck at home it was getting old, and you wanted out.

So you decided to hatch a plan. And because you had a sneaking suspicion he started it, you had a good idea who your unwitting accomplice was going to be....

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It was now 6:34 and you had made plans to meet Lizzie at a silent film at 8:15. Though some may not have expected it, you got on quite well with your husband's secretary, and the pair of you could often be found going out to lunch on days when Tommy was particularly stubborn, or having tea with the other Shelby women on the weekends, laughing over whatever foolish thing you'd seen that week. It also didn't hurt that your sweet older brother had shown an undeniable interest in Lizzie, which seemed to be reciprocated anytime they'd meet at a Shelby party. You smiled remembering how many questions he'd asked about her after she'd left the night they'd met, or the grin on her face when he'd "run into" the pair of you on the way back from lunch one day and offered her a flower from a bouquet for your mother. What a wonderful coincidence of course, that your mother and Lizzie had the same favorite flower. So it wasn't an unusually occurrence for you to be seeing her, though you had a feeling if you tried to tell your husband, the last car might just happen to be out of gas. Eventually, you simply decided not to tell him and now all you needed was a way to get there...

And at 6:46 that way came rolling up the gravel as your husband finally returned in the only "working" car left. Standing on the front steps with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a blanket over your shoulders, you waited until your husband had stepped out of the car.

"TOMMY!"

Running up to the man, you smiled wide, quickly embraced him, greeting him with a passionate kiss leaving you both warm. Then you handed him the whiskey, letting him hold his briefcase in the other hand.

"Now, I'm not complaining Love, but can I ask what new trinket I bought today, that deserves this kind of welcome?" Tommy inquired cheekily, bending his ear closer to yours as you lead him inside by his tie.

He knew very well you loved him, and he absolutely loved you, but usually when he came home you were waiting in the living room or helping in the house somewhere. It had become a small game of y'all's too. If he managed to find you before dinner he'd get some kisses and some praises about how fast he'd found you, "your smart love" he was. If he didn't see you until dinner he'd still get kisses but it just wasn't the same.

You'd never tell him your dogs played the same game when learning to play fetch. He didn't need to know that.

Besides, it was all in good fun, and an easy way to try and get him home earlier. He could always work after dinner, but one thing you'd practically demanded the night you'd gotten married was that he was always home in time for the last meal of the day. And for the last two years he'd actually kept his promise, except for the days he was out of town on business. Even then you'd convinced him to have what you called "telly dinners". You'd sit by the telephone with your dinner plate on your lap and tell him about your day. While miles away he'd be listening, happy to hear your voice after being with Alfie all day. Hell, one time you'd even gotten impatient waiting for the call and inadvertently interrupted a meeting. You'd ended up having a lovely conversation with the other gangster himself about how his dog was doing, while your husband mumbled about "fucking betrayal on both ends." He didn't really mean it, but he'd always find something just plain odd about the friendship between you and the gruff man. If was as if the two most opposite ends of his world would come together sometimes and try to take a few more years off his life. But if being friends with Alfie made you happy then he'd likely have to deal with him forever. Or at least until he found a way to make the murder look like an accident....

"Can't a wife just be happy her husband's returned home? I missed you."

"And I missed you every second I was away." One thing about Tommy was that he could be quite romantic when he wanted to. And even if he did bottle up his feelings too often, he still had a sweet talk like no other. "But I seem to remember my lovely wife being slightly irritated with me this morning. Something about keeping her in a cage," Tommy rebutted thinking about the small argument you'd both had this morning.

Yes, he did know that he probably should let up a little on the overprotective precautions he's set up these last few days under the guise of letting you rest. But what he'd not yet told you, is the same day you'd gotten hurt, another enemy had made a threat on your life. And then getting a call, not even an hour later, from Frances about your concussion had thrown him in to a small panic, remembering the last time he'd almost lost you. So he'd taken his chances and used your minor injury as a way to keep you at the house for a few days while he had the man delt with. He knew he should have just told you from the start, but then coming home and seeing you curled up in the master bed, asleep in one of his shirts with a melted ice pack by your pillow, he'd decided to wait. It wasn't until today he'd finally had confirmation the danger was over and he could be sure you were safe. Maybe if your head really was better, he could take you out to dinner to celebrate.... Hopefully that would also soften the inevitable lecture he'd receive upon you learning the truth.

"Well yes I did say that, but I've had time to think, and as long as you promise to make it up to me later tonight, I'll forgive you," you replied coyly, lips brushing his as your words left no room for confusion on exactly how he'd have to make it up to you. "And besides," you said stepping back from him in the front hall, nudging his arm slightly so he'd drink the whiskey, "My head really is feeling better now, so maybe tomorrow we can go out to dinner too. I've been at the house all week you know?"

Tommy drank the whiskey and smirked, spreading his arms open wide as playful show, "With an offer like that how can I refuse, eh love? You want a real romantic escape from this place huh?"

You laughed, before pulling him close again wrapping your arms around him tightly, not giving him the chance to set down his briefcase or the empty glass. After all, if his hands were full, how could he stop you from digging your hands into his coat pockets during the embrace. Loving kisses on his face and neck helped distract him from your less than honest intentions. Well, partially less than honest... you still did fully intend for him to make it all up to you, especially with the small noises beginning to come from his throat as you kissed the small spot beneath his neck he loved. BUT that would happen only late tonight after the movie and maybe a few drinks with Lizzie.

Quickly but efficiently, you moved a hand under the blanket you'd wrapped yourself in outside, to muffle the noise and pulled back from him again. But this time, Tommy has plans of his own.

"In fact," he said slowly backing you up to the nearest wall, finally putting his case and glass on a nearby table and taking the blanket from your hands. You hopped he hadn't noticed the slight jingle it made when he threw it to a nearby chair. "Why don't we start now," he whispered, beginning to leave light kisses on your neck, "I do have a lot to make up for after all. Telling the maids not to let you help at all, and then I had the cars brought to the shop so you couldn't leave incase you almost passed out again." If he hadn't been kissing your own sweet spot right now you might have pinched his ear and began to lecture him on just that. Letting out one soft moan, you ducked your head to press his lips against yours once again. You pulled him closer and grabbed his tie, taking control of the kiss again.

"Nope Tommy Love, I'm sorry but that can't happen just yet."

Hearing those words your husband frowned as he was the one to pull back lightly this time.

"Why? Does your head hurt? I can get something if you need it," he asked concerned. Maybe the fall was more serious than Polly said if it was still bad a week and a half later.

"No love, my head's just fine Tommy, but I got a call from Polly earlier, saying there were some papers you needed to get done by 11:00 tonight. They were the ones you neglected when I surprised you for lunch last week and got knocked off the desk," you cooed at him, running your finger down his chest slowly to remind him exactly what kind of lunch it was. Plus, if he got too worried about your head again he may not let you out of his sight, and your plans would be ruined. It was 7:00 now and you'd need to leave soon. "She said they were very important and you really need to finish them. Therefore, I insist that you immediately go to your office and get them finished. And finished properly too, don't just rush it to make time for me."

"Love you know I'd never rush with you," and you have a small snort at the truth in those words. "Besides, I guess you do make a point and we wouldn't want to anger my aunt would we," Tommy chucked, knowing at least six things he'd said today to piss his aunt off.

"Exactly, so why don't you go to your office and close the door. I don't want to see you until at least 10:30 Mr. and don't forget to double check spelling. Those papers better be fit for a queen because that's exactly what your aunt deserves," you commented, lightly pushing Tommy towards his office. You had him now. So close!

Tommy smiled lightly and leaned over to grab the blanket from the chair, intending to bring it back in his office where it came from. Shit.

"Eh eh eh," you scolded lightly, stepping in front of the chair and grabbing Tom's wrist lightly right before he could pull it up. "I'm not done with that," you took the blanket from the chair yourself and bundled it to your chest, "You. Office. Now. And remember," you pulled close to Tommy one final time, "after 10:30 when you're done with your work, come and find me. And Tommy?" you teased, teeth lightly biting his ear lobe drawing a small groan from him as his eyes closed, "Tommy I did do some gardening today. Why don't you start by looking places where one can get a little less," you lightly kissed his other earlobe, "dirty? Maybe the bath will still be warm..."

Tommy cursed lightly as you placed one final, deep kiss to his lips before pushing back and sending him on his way. You were still in the front hall when he looked back over his shoulder, waving happily to him. And he was none the wiser that underneath the blanket was your other hand....gripping tightly to his car keys.

Romantic Capture (Part 2)

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sweetlittlegingy · 2 years

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I Don't Need Your Closure

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✦Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Single!Mother

✦Word Count: 8.5K

✦Warnings: Fluff, Angst, mentions of SA (previous relationship), self-hate, nightmares, deployment, anxiety, slight smut, shower smut.

✦A/n: This was sitting in my drafts for the past 5 days, I couldn't write the end... but now it's here, thank the gods.

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You couldn’t stop pacing; not since you woke up this morning, and you had continuously been on the move ever since. You’d woke up this morning, after tossing and turning all night, brain buzzing like a live wire.

Your sleep pattern had been erratic ever since Jake got deployed, the short two months had turned into eight months, and you were exhausted. It wasn't like you and Jake slept together; heck you weren't even actually together, but it was knowing that he was close that let you sleep, and with him gone… well your sleep disappeared too.

The two of you had been left in this weird, awkward phase after the incident happened. God, you couldn’t even think about, let alone talk about. You hadn’t told anyone what happened, and well, you and Jake hadn’t discussed it either.

I mean that could have partially been your fault, given that any time Jake called you made sure that Mathew was in the room, so he couldn't bring it up. But how else were you supposed to process it… Jake wasn’t here and well; you were so damaged that you weren’t even sure if you knew how to do the whole “relationship” thing anymore.

Though you have been having trouble sleeping in the last eight months, last night it was on a whole new level. You didn’t even know if you could consider your sleep last night, even sleeping. Given the fact that you would fall asleep for 30 minutes and then wake back up, your mind was on a constant loop that you couldn’t shut off. Not only were the nightmares insistent on ruining the state of your current mental health, but the added anxiety had completely screwed you over.

It was the constant flood of nagging questions, anxiety, confusion, and the overall terrifying feeling that your and Jake’s relationship might be forever changed after today.

Their deployment was finally up and the whole Dagger Squad was coming home today. But with the deployment ending, that meant Jake was home, and with Jake home that meant you had to have a conversation about the incident, and you just couldn't do it. Because that conversation was going to change everything.

It would change things in a way that terrified you; in a way that could mean losing Jake Seresin forever. If that was the outcome, well, you don’t think you could live through that kind of loss.

The kind of loss that was from losing the man that you think you love, but don't know how to love. Losing the one person that made you finally see the light of day. The man that had already come in and picked up all the pieces of your heart. Who had formed an amazing relationship with your son. Who loved and was loved by your son. Who had changed you so exponentially and erratically, that a life without him wouldn't be a life you wanted to live. That kind of loss would be the end of you.

When you finally left Adam, it was like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. The ending of that relationship was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to you, like you finally had a chance to restart and build a life for you and Mathew. Where you would both be safe and loved, to start anew.

But the idea of losing Jake, you were sure that outcome would destroy you. Not only you but also Mathew, the four-year-old had grown insanely attached to Jake. So much so that even with this deployment, Mathew was always asking about him and got the chance to talk to him at least once every two weeks, if not once a week.

You finally place the last book on the shelf, taking a step back, and glance to the “new spot” in which you'd place the bookshelf. You'd moved it around three times already this morning, the redecoration of your office had been the chosen form of distraction, and the new spot was technically the spot in which it started, but the activity had kept you busy, and truth be told that's the only thing keeping you at work.

You technically didn't need to be here today at all, but you wanted to finish up on paperwork for a new set of incoming recruits. Though, those plans quickly went out the window when you looked at the paperwork and all you saw was Jake. They hadn’t even been touched, which was saying a lot, given that you got here at 6:00 AM.

No one was in the office, given that the squadron was coming home. You shouldn't have even been in the office, but it was better to be here. With your mind radically spiraling, then in your own home where you saw Jake everywhere. Technically he was here too, but at least work was filled with formal Jake. Home was filled with cuddly Jake, and amazing with Mathew, Jake. It was just a lot of Jake, that made you feel things you shouldn’t.

“If you move that again, I'm calling the psychiatric doctor.”

The voice startles you and makes you jump slightly; your hard gaze crosses the room to find your sister resting against the doorway to your office.

“Yeah, I don't know how you didn't hear me or see me. I've been here since the second move of that shelf and I'm a little bit worried about you.” Her tone had remained teasing until she caught the way you couldn't stop fidgeting, and the downfall of your eyes cast to the ground.

Penny is at your side before you can even glance back up at her. Both her hands rest against your arms and rub up and down in a comforting manner.

“Y/n, what’s going on?”

You're shoulders slightly relax in her hold, though the tight smile that you try and give her only makes her worry about you more. You don't know how to talk about it, how are you supposed to tell Penny that you've been keeping a massive secret from her for eight months.

You can't help it when you start pacing again, brushing her hands off you, only to receive a loud sigh in reaction. You glance back at Penny and find her resting against your desk, silently waiting for you to tell her what the hell was going on.

The dramatic sigh you release would have been hilarious if it wasn't so serious. Deciding that it's better to just rip the Band-Aid off; quick and easy. You come to stand in front of your sister, hands resting on your hips, back straight, and trying to remain as calm as possible.

Penny gives you a reassuring smile and patiently waits for you to continue. With a deep sigh, words start tumbling out of your mouth before you can even comprehend what you're saying.

“Everything would’ve been fine; it could’ve been fine if he hadn’t kissed me. If after that first weekend that Jake met Mathew, I buried feelings and emotions and hid them deep within the ground.” You don't even realize that you've started pacing again, and the wide eyes from Penny, clearly mean she had no idea about what was going on. Your anxious pacing certainly isn’t helping her as she tries to process your words, just as fast as you say them.

“I could have hidden them and continued to have an amazing friendship with Jake. Not the relationship I want and hoped for, but at least a friendship. At least a life where Jake was a part of mine and Mathew’s everyday routine.”

And you had, you really had. You’ve done so good at hiding it, any and every emotion that wasn’t friendship, you had been able to hide from Jake for a year and a half. It killed you not to be able to hug him, love him, and express emotions like you wanted, but you weren’t sure if he liked you like that.

After that long weekend, you slowly started to pull back, well aware of every moment in which you were in each other's arms. It had been hard, but pulling away was easier than free-falling, and Jake had never said anything. He hadn't commented on how you started drifting apart. He’d never shown any emotion or any signs that he wanted anything else, anything more with you.

And now…

Your friendship had turned utterly grey when it should’ve been black and white. When you should’ve been able to separate your emotions and feelings. Not with Jake though, everything with him bled it into a mess of colors. Lines a mess, stripped and running through each other. Nowhere near the nice perfect picture you wanted; with colors that stayed in the lines and didn’t bleed.

The life that had you and Jake in the same picture, even if there was a large line separating you. Because even with that vast wasted space in between you, you still had each other. You never had to worry about stepping on each other’s toes, or whether he would get annoyed with you, or hate you, or not like you, or not love you…

Tears fall from your eyes, without you noticing. You've been so worked up that you hadn't noticed how your body started to shake and that barely any of your words were audible. That it was only a mumbled mess, and Penny had only been able to pick of random words in it.

“Hey, it’s okay sweetie.”

The heaving of your chest doesn't slow as Penny pulls you into her, rocking you slightly like she used to when you were little. One hand grasping at your back, while the other brushes your hair slightly, as she continually says that everything is going to be okay in your ear. Though it doesn't feel okay. All it feels like is that you're completely overwhelmed, and you don't know how to process it. Like your walls were caving in and no matter how hard you tried, it was going to collapse on top of you.

Like the last eight months, you've spent burying everything was for nothing because now it's all wide open for everybody to see.

“I just don't know what to do Pen. He came to say goodbye the night before his deployment, and he kissed me. He kissed me and it felt like everything was right and perfect, and then he just left. He didn't say anything; just turned and left.”

You hate the stare of pity that you get from Penny, she looks at you like if she says the wrong thing it's going to completely break you. Which it might, but that doesn't mean you want her to walk on eggshells around you.

“I’m sure he was just scared.”

You scoff slightly and your eyes roll, nearly touching the back of your head.

“This is Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, we're talking about Pen. I've seen that man do terrifying shit, believe me when I tell you he was not scared. I don't know what he was…”

This time it's Pennys turned to scoff at you, before going into full mom mode.

“Sweetheart, there is so much that you don't see, and you really need to talk to Jake about this.” The thought of having THIS conversation with Jake makes your anxiety spike again, and you're surprised that your bottom lip hasn't split open from the way that you've chewed on it.

“You don’t get it Pen, the only time I was able to sleep soundly was when he was in the house. When he was close by. The last eight months have been hell for me, because every night I wake up screaming. And sometimes it’s memories, but other times its Mav coming to tell me that he’s not here anymore. That something went wrong, and that Jake died. And those dreams, those are so much worse than the memories… and that’s saying something when you’ve been through everything I have.”

Your breathing doesn't slow, as you start pacing again, the onset of your panic attack is noticeable, but you can't stop it. Your glossed-over eyes don't know where to look because everything's a blur, and you can't stop the tears from running down your face. The slight shake of your arms has you gripping your shoulders, as you kneel down against the wall, back pressed in trying to ground yourself.

The continuous audio in your head of Adam screaming at you, and telling you how you weren't worth loving. That no one would ever love you, and that you were a waste of space. The emotions and feelings seep back in, of how he hurt you. How the bruises and cuts might have been healed, but your heart had never healed. Sure, Jake picked up the pieces and glued you back together, but he didn't understand the real damage. The internal damage that kept you lying awake at night. It was incessant and ever-looming, just waiting for the right moment.

You are damaged beyond repair, and you couldn't understand why everybody in your life claimed to love you, when you couldn't even love yourself. And if you couldn't even love yourself, how could Jake ever. But even if he ever did, you couldn’t let him see the real you, because the real you wasn’t worth it.

The shuttering in your shoulders hadn't stopped, but the tears had finally stopped falling and as you look up at Penny who has tears in her own eyes, the only emotion you can feel is vacancy.

“I love Jake, but I don’t know how to be loved or love anymore. That part of me hid away a long time ago, and I'm terrified that I'm never going to get it back.”

It's a number of sweet nothings that fall from Penny's lips, as she grasps onto you and pulls you into her chest. The both of you calming, safely resting in your big sister’s arms. The anxiety and stress drain from your body, though an overwhelming tiredness consumes you, and at some point, you fall asleep.

A welcomed dreamless sleep, one that you don't wake up screaming from.

…

“I haven’t seen her like this since we were kids. She used to have really bad nightmares when dad got deployed, but this … It scared me.”

Jake's eyes cast back to your sleeping form on the floor of your office, the setting sun peers through the window and even in your current state, Jake still thought you looked absolutely gorgeous.

“Is this the only breakdown she's had?” He doesn't mean for his tone to come off harsh, but he's a man in love and insanely protective.

“She said that she's been having nightmares again, but the way she described them… it's been bad Jake and she's been doing it alone. Because she doesn't think she's worth telling anyone.”

Penny can't stop the onset of tears, as she watches her baby sister sleep. Still reeling from the information that she learned and wondering what in the world your ex had done to you, that made you think so harshly about yourself.

“I don't know what happened to her in Florida, but when Bradley brought her home, she didn't talk for a week, and when she finally did start talking it was like nothing happened.”

The new information makes Jake's breath hitch slightly; Rooster hadn't gone into direct details about what happened when he brought you home. Jake knew it was bad, but to hear the raw details like that, felt like a knife had been plunged through his chest.

“I didn't see my little sister for months, she was only a shell of the girl she used to be, and then you show up. Whatever you did brought back a light in her. But after what I just saw, just heard, I’m terrified that it is, or it already has completely gone out.”

Penny's gaze cuts back from you to Jake, and her eyes pierce through his soul. He'd never seen Penny so heartbroken; in all the time he's been a Top Gun, Jake had never seen the oldest Benjamin so lost.

“I don't know all the details of what happened between you two, but she thinks that you don't have any feelings for her. Which I know is a goddamn lie, but she believes with her whole heart that she is not worth it. That she doesn’t deserve to be loved.” Penny breathes in a shattered breath as she tries to collect her thoughts, eyes closing for a moment still processing all the new information.

“I know that you can't make her change your mind, but she needs to know. Because right now she's terrified of losing you, and that thought alone has sent her spiraling, so deep into a black hole that she can't dig herself out. So, you have to, and if you can't, you need to tell me right now.”

The overwhelming sense of love and pure heartache that echo through the hollows of Jake’s heart, has the lump in his throat catching. A silver mist of tears lines his eyes, begging to fall, and as he watches the steady breathing flow in and out of your chest, they do. A sharp breath is sucked in, his hand quick to wipe away the stray tear, and his eyes never leave your broken form.

“She’s, my girl.” The statement has a shutter breath gasping from his chest, “guess it’s time I buck up and make it official.”

The harsh laugh that falls from Jake’s chest, is only to hide the pain he feels. The pain that he's caused you, not only the kiss but waiting so long. The time that he spent waiting for you to make the move when in reality you needed him to make it. To tell you that you were enough and that you were worth the love.

“Umm… Do you know where Maty is?”

A happy laugh falls from Penny’s chest as Jake asks the question, of course, Matthew was the main priority right up next to you.

“Yeah, he’s with mom and dad, but Amelia wanted to watch him tonight. I can go over and pick him up, don't worry about him.” Penny sees the slight apprehension on Jake's face.

“I always worry about him.” His statement is firm and not meant to be questioned.

Eye contact between the two is understanding, Jake had worried about Mathew just as much as Penny ever worried about Amelia. Penny knew then, that whether Mathew was blood-related or not to Jake, he was his son.

“I know, but I can handle tonight. I just need you to be there for Y/n.”

The gentle squeeze of the hand that Penny gives Jake, is a silent welcome. It was like at that moment before anyone else knew, Penny had declared Jake a part of the Benjamin family.

…

The soft stroke of your hair pulls you from the deep sleep, and your headaches slightly from the tears that you had shed. You're unsure if it's your mind playing tricks on you, or if he's actually here, if he is actually back. These last eight months have been rough, and your mind had started playing games on you.

Nights that you thought that he was with you, were only a harsh reminder to you when you woke up, and he was gone still. Though the familiar smell of jet fuel mixed in with his cologne is lulling you into a false state of comfort and ease.

The clench of your eyes shut tighter, gives you away, signally that you were awake. Though you were too afraid to open your eyes, too scared that the presence you thought was there would disappear. That Jake would still be gone. Though you're even more scared of the conversation that's sure to ensue if the presence really is Jake.

“Sweets, wake up for me baby.”

The sound of his voice has you gasping, as your eyes fly open, and once again tears stream down your face. The choked sound of the sob that leaves your chest, is more than enough motivation for Jake to grip onto you and pull you to him.

“I’m here, Sweets.”

And though the statement should comfort you, it only has your tears falling harder and faster. And even though you know you shouldn't, even though you're terrified of the outcome, you can't stop your hands from gripping onto his shirt. You hold on to him like he could slip between your fingers and fade away at any moment.

The stroke of Jake's hand through your hair and the tracing of his finger up your spine comforts you. Soothing your sobs momentarily as the both of you sit in silence, clinging to one another. If only, for just this moment.

…

You're not sure how much time has passed, but you know that your knees ache from the kneeling position that you're in. You know that it had to be a substantial amount of time as the white tee shirt you're pressed into against jake's chest, is completely soaked with your tears.

Even though you don't want to, even though you wish that you could stay in this specific moment forever, you pull away. Your eyes focus and you find his emerald, green pair watching you.

Though they don't hold the same light happy nature you're used to, tears streamed down from his face and that emerald green that's usually so bright and happy is surrounded by sorrow and sadness. A pain that strikes you right to your core.

“Jake” His name barely slips past your lips before you're gasping for breath and crying again, your chest shuddering and shaking as your emotions take over once again. Though this time it's not Penny trying to smooth you.

It's Jake, your Jake.

Who has been gone so long, but now is here in your arms holding you and pressing gentle kisses against the crown of your head. He was actually home.

Even though your mind is screaming at you to pull away, to pull up the walls once again. Your heart craves Jake, and you can’t stop yourself from melting in his hold.

“Sweets, let’s go home.”

You pull away from Jake before quietly questioning him, “Together?”

The pain is clear in your voice, and the sight of your near-trembling lip would break Jake altogether. But he finally had your tears subsiding, and he wasn’t going to risk you getting triggered by his own tears.

“Of course.”

His voice is steady and calming, as his hand comes up to brush a stray hair from your face, you can’t stop yourself from nuzzling into his palm.

“Darlin’ home is wherever, as long as it’s with you.”

His words sink deep in your chest, and you wonder if he means them, the same way that you do, when you mutter, ‘You are my home’ quietly against his palm.

Jake helps you up, the waver in your legs would send you tumbling if Jake's hands weren’t securely wrapped around your waist.

Though as if your standing, triggered the fog filling your mind to fade away, a harsh gasp slips from your lips, and you’re consumed with guilt.

“Mathew, oh my god..”

Before you can once again tumble into despair, Jake softly lifts your chin, and your eyes meet.

“Already taken care of darin’.”

The question of how forms on your lips, but is forgotten as Jake places a kiss on your forehead.

“He’s staying the night at Penny’s, he was my top priority, right next to you.”

He’s words warm your chest, and once again you remember why you, quite possibly love this man. Though your mind hastily ignores the thought, as it enters your mind.

“I miss the bug, but getting to have you to myself for one night is worth it.”

“Jake –”

“Not till we get home, Sweets.”

…

The drive home passes quickly with Jake driving your car, and you can't help but feel slightly bad, after all, he just got back from an 8-month deployment. You’re positive that he is shattered, considering the dark circles under his eyes, and you know that he came straight to you, considering the fact that his pack is now in your back seat, and he is still in his flight suit.

The feeling doesn't sit well in the base of your gut, and the anxiety of once again, of not being enough circulated through your mind. If you wouldn’t have been such a mess, then Jake wouldn’t need to be taking care of you. He shouldn’t have to be away for months on end, working his ass off, and have to come home to this.

You should be taking care of Jake. You should have been driving him home and already had dinner ready, but instead, you’ve failed once again. Only proving that each comment Adam ever said to you was true.

Jake pulls into your drive, and you’re so consumed with your doubt that you don’t even notice that you’ve parked until Jake opens your door. His palm faces up and waits for you to grasp it. When you do, Jake is quick to shut your door and rest you back against it. His eyes hold nothing but warmth and concern for you, though you can’t see it.

“Darlin’ you’re thinkin’ so loud, it’s given me a headache.”

At the sound of you causing him stress, your head snaps up and you start profusely apologizing. Which only concerns Jake more, you were usually always snapping back at his sarcasm, and given the way you’ve continued to mutter apologies at him, he knows that you’ve fallen in deep.

The quiet drive home didn’t sit well with him, it was unusually tense and not the peaceful silence that was always between the two of you.

No, this silence was heavy and made him feel like you were slowly slipping away. Forgoing grabbing his pack, Jake slips his hand in your own and tugs you up the walk. Unlocking the door with the keys, he had gotten from you back on base and ushers you into the kitchen. The continued silence worries him, Penny’s words ringing loud in his ear.

She didn’t talk for a week, then it was as if nothing happened.

He can't handle the thought of you going silent on him, of you in so much pain that speaking is too much work. You stand there so still and silent in the middle of the kitchen, completely numb and unmoving to the outside world.

“Sweets?” His soft voice and the brush of his hand against your cheek pulls you out of the daze. A soft hum falls from your lips in acknowledgment, though you say nothing else.

“Baby, what do you need? Please talk to me.”

You'd never heard Jake sound so desperate, like whatever you said to him would either make or break him.

“I … I –”

It doesn't surprise you when both of Jake's hands come to rest against your cheeks, tilting your head up so you're looking him directly in the eyes. He can see it in your eyes, the pain that you're swimming in, practically drowning.

“Darlin’ what do you need, ignore the thoughts, and the outside world. Baby, it's just us.”

Your eyes never falter as you stare at Jake, his presence automatically calmed you after the last eight months, and suddenly you don't care.

Your mind had been too much and all you wanted was Jake. You know it'll kill you tomorrow when you've got a clear mind, but in this moment you can't care. Because of the way you are spiraling, the hateful words and memories from your past we're consuming you, if you didn't stop it, it would only lead to disaster.

For the first time tonight, a small glint in your eye reappears. A small hope for Jake that you would be okay.

“I need you.”

And without a second thought for the repercussions, your arms wrap around Jake’s neck and pull his lips down to slot against your own. Eight months had been a long time, but his lips against yours felt just like you remembered. They fit perfectly against your own, though now slightly chapped, no doubt from the incessant way that he licked his lips when they started to dry.

And just as quick as it started, Jake was pulling away. His hands remained on your hips, keeping you close but far enough away that he could look you in the eyes. He almost feels like an asshole, when a flash of pain crosses your face, and you start pulling farther away from him.

“Nope, no. Darlin’ look at me, we're fixing this right now.”

The harsh tone of his voice makes you whimper, and Jake actively curses himself for using such a rough tone with you, but he needed your attention, he needed you to listen. One of his hands leaves your hips and comes to rest just under your chin, which had settled facing downward. Jake's thumb and forefinger gently nip at your chin before tilting it up, giving you no choice but to look at him.

“This is in no way how I wanted to go about this, but Penny told me some things darlin’ and I can't leave words left unsaid anymore. Not when you're in pain because of me.”

The only thoughts passing through your mind are, ‘this is it, this is the end…’ The pain of the thought is too much, and your lip starts to slightly tremble as you wait for Jake to make the final blow.

“Sweetheart, when I kissed you right before we left, it wasn't some quick decision. I kissed you because I couldn't take the risk of dying, and never knowing what we felt like.” The sharp intake of air you breathe has Jake worried and his own follows suit. If he hadn’t been clutching onto you for dear life, he was sure that he would’ve been pacing. His own anxiety trigging his hand to brush back through his hair, before settling. “And damn it, you felt like utter perfection against me, but then I realized how I'd broken a promise. A promise I made to never rush you into anything or throw my feelings at you, without you doing it first, and so, I left. Like a damn idiot, I left.”

The tremble of your lips only quickens, as your once slackened hands raise up to brush against Jake's cheeks, wiping away the stray tears that have fallen. He nuzzles into the palm of your hand only slightly, before placing a quick kiss on it.

“Sweets… I decided then, that if I died, it would be okay. Because at least for a moment, no matter how small it was, I had perfection.”

The statement makes your heart speed, the realization slowly setting in that the kiss wasn’t a fluke, and that Jake had meant it. That everything you felt wasn’t one-sided, and it should have been enough to stop you from the slew of harsh words racing through your mind. The fact that Jake liked you should have been able to pull you out of the darkness, but it hadn’t.

“You don’t want me, Jake.” The harsh gasp that leaves your chest turns into a failed laugh and Jake had never seen you so in doubt of yourself. “I’m so fucking broken, and I don’t know if I can be fixed.”

The palm that rests against your cheek flexes momentarily. Jake hated everything you just said, you had no right to tell him whether he wanted you or not.

“Darlin’ I will always want you.”

“You shouldn’t have to be with damaged goods, you’re worth more than that.”

You would have been scared if he was Adam because the noise that releases from Jake’s chest is full of anger and pain. The fire reignites in his eyes, and even if you wanted to look away you couldn’t. Not when his eyes watched you with such passion.

“Y/n Charlotte Benjamin, I don’t care if you have never listened to me or if you never listen to me again, but you will listen to me right now.” The authority in his voice has you reaching out to him, grasping his left hand in between your own and you give him a nod to continue. “You and Mathew are the best thing that has ever happened to me, over my career and my rank, against everything you are the best. Now, I don’t know everything that happened to you, and I will never make you tell me, but darlin’ I will spend the rest of my life making sure you realize your worth.” His words pause for a moment, caught in his throat as Jake tries to hold himself together. “Sweets, you might be broken, but mosaics are some of the most beautiful pieces of work.”

This time Jake doesn’t pull away when you kiss him. His arms wrap around your waist, grasping at your form in any way, and needing to pull you into him. To consume you whole, and never let go.

The kiss is slow and thought out, every move of the lips is like a dance between the two of you. The softness with which you started to kiss is completely forgotten, as your arms wrap around Jake’s neck and pull him in closer. With everything in your being, you hope that those words that you can’t say yet are passing through and that Jake understands.

Your fingers card through the hair at the base of his neck and tug, and your toes curl at the moan that Jake releases against your lips. A matching moan falls from you, when Jake nips at your bottom lip, before moving from your lips and kissing down your jawline.

Your head tips back in delight and your eyes roll closed, overwhelmed with Jake, but also needing more. The whine that leaves your lips as Jake pulls away is loud and causes Jake to smirk down at you. Causing the blush on your cheeks to deepen, and the warmth from your face slides down, burning into your skin like a wildfire consumes the brush.

Jake’s breath pants out against your lips, unsteady as he leans his forehead against your own. His hands rub up and down your arms, squeezing gently as they go, and his eyes watch you. Patiently waiting to see if you’ll pull away, or if you wanted this just as much as he did.

Jake finds no trace of doubt in your mind, you still weren’t his bubbly girl, that teased and poked at him, but you were here.

Here with him, and no longer pulling away.

“Darlin’ we need to get you in the shower,” His hand comes up to brush along your brow, before placing a kiss where his thumb had just been. “You go and relax, wash everything down the drain, and I’ll find a movie for after.”

The thought of a shower sounded like heaven, your skin had gotten slightly sticky after the cold sweat that broke out across your body, but you didn’t want to leave Jake right now. You couldn’t leave Jake right now; you were sure that your body and mind wouldn’t allow it.

“Want you.” The statement is so quiet and simple, but the way you look at Jake makes him easily complaint.

“I know sweets, but you need to wash up. I promise after you get out, that you can have me all you want.”

“No,” You’re stubborn and for a moment Jake expects you to stomp your foot, “I want you to come with me, don’t wanna be away from you.”

His eyes watch you, waiting for you to realize what you’re asking for, then to backtrack, but you don’t. Your eyes stay firmly on him, waiting for him to answer.

“Sweets, you want me to come in the shower with you?”

A nod against his chest is the only answer Jake gets before you pull him with you toward the bathroom. You couldn’t understand it, but deep within you, you need Jake next to you. Not just in the house, but his skin on yours, constantly touching.

It might have been needy of you and moving way too fast, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Jake shuts the door behind both of you and reaches into the shower to turn it on. Your form stays stationed in the middle of the bathroom, and you watch his movements with a slight pout. You had never been the type that liked to be babied, but all you wanted was for Jake to take care of you. To focus all of his attention on you, and you, alone.

You follow his movements around the bathroom, the stretch of the white tee shirt against his back has a heat pooling in your core. One that most defiantly shouldn’t be there, not at a time like this, when you had been bawling for the past twelve hours. But the way in which Jake tied his flight suit around his waist and with his usually perfect hair is a mess, from Jake raking his hand through it, sets off a deep need within you.

“Sweets, you need to get naked if you’re getting in.” The glance over his shoulder stops the teasing tone in its tracks. Jake's words fail him, as he sees the look in your eyes. It’s the same one that you had when you got drunk and kissed him. He knew that look and lord, it was going to take all of his strength not to take you.

A groan falls from his lips, as you lift your arms and mutter out a ‘you’ to him. You stay still, waiting for him to come to you and comply with your demand. He walks towards you so slowly that you think you may burst, though when Jake’s hands find your hips, the hum you give him in return is enough of a go-ahead for him to pull the shirt from your body. His eyes never leave your own, though your chest slightly heaves in anticipation of being with Jake like this. So bare and exposed, in more ways than the literal sense.

Your hair is a mess upon your head, the strand falling around your face with the removal of your shirt. Jake's hand comes up to brush a few strands from your face before his palm finds home on your cheek again and his thumb creases over your lips.

It’s soft and delicate, he’s trying to be the perfect gentleman with you. Though it’s like you’ve lost complete control of your body, and even if you wanted to stop it, which you don’t, you couldn’t. As Jake smooths his thumb over your bottom lip for the last stroke, your lips slip open, and you take his thumb into your mouth. Your lips close around him, eyes fluttering closed, and suck.

“Fuck”

The curse is enough for your eyes to open, though you don’t release his thumb. As your eyes flutter up to meet his piercing green ones, you scrap your teeth gently over the pad of his thumb, then suck again to soothe it.

The grunt that echoes through the steamed bathroom makes your toes curl, and as you pull your mouth off Jake, the sweetest smile graces your face, your bottom lip bitten and yet so innocent.

“Hi.”

The straps of your bra slip from your shoulders, and while holding the front to you, you reach behind you to flick the band open. The sound has Jake’s eyes moving down momentarily before he corrects himself and stares into your eyes.

“Darlin’.”

The warning tone only makes you giggle, as you drop the bra to the ground, and take a step closer to Jake, tugging at his white shirt. “Maybe you should take the shower alone, Sweets.”

Jake's eyes settle on the wall just above your head, his hands no longer sit at your hips, but clenched in fists at his sides. The smile on your face instantly drops at his words, your hands move to cover your chest, and you instantly feel unwanted once again. You shake your head, appalled at your stupidity. You've clearly taken it too far when you didn't mean to, and you can feel yourself shrink back. Embarrassed about how you've just acted and wishing that you were just invisible.

“I'm really sorry, I just –” the words catch in your throat and make you feel even more pitiful. “I don't know what came over me. I just needed you…” you stutter slightly tripping over your words, and as Jake lifts your chin to look at him the tears fall.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

Jake steps forward to pull you into his chest though before he can grab you, you're stepping back, and a flash of hurt crosses his face.

“I can't talk when you're holding me, you make me feel things and everything gets all discombobulated in my head.”

Jake only relaxes slightly, as he moves back to lean against the door and gives you as much space as possible. His brow furors and the lines on his forehead crease, a clear indication that his mind is running wild, just as fast as yours.

“I needed you… I need you. It’s this deep ache in my chest, one that I need you to fix, but I don’t know how. Things happened; he did things that are still burned into my skin, I can still feel him, and I hate it.”

If you hadn’t been so hyper-aware, you would have missed the way Jake stiffened. Not at your need for him, but when you mention Adam and what happened.

“Sweets, if I could erase everything that he did to you I would. You’ve no idea how bad I want to kill him–”

Jake cuts himself off before he can be consumed with rage and moves toward you again. This time you don’t move and welcome the hand that comes to brush against your cheek. Your eyes fall shut, as Jake wraps you in his arms and tucks you safely into his chest.

“I don’t know how to be loved, Jake.” Your voice is muffled into his shirt, but he still hears you.

“I know, Sweets.”

The hand tracing up and down your spine never falters, though the words aren’t what you want to hear.

“No Jake, I don’t know how.” You pull back from him so that he can see the desperation, and need in your eyes. “But I… I want to love you.”

“Okay, then let me take the pain. Please darlin’. Let me replace all of those bad memories and those feelings that are burned into your skin. Baby please, just let me erase the pain.”

“And tomorrow, we can talk about everything else.”

Without a second thought, your head nods, wanting nothing more than for Jake to encase you completely. You needed him to replace the pain and ghost of unwanted hands; to be the remedy to your broken shell.

The hand grasping at your back moves up, slowly tracing your bare skin and memorizing every dip and divot. As if it was the first time that Jake had ever touched you, had ever truly got to breathe you in. Your breath only picks up slightly, as your forehead rests against his chest, and quiet pants fall from your lips and into his chest. The both of your breaths sync in pace, as goose bumps line your skin.

Your once-dormant hands rise and grip onto Jake's white shirt. You twist the material in your hands, and it strains across Jake’s chest, the conscious part of your brain grasping at anything to ground yourself. Though the ghost of his lips over your neck, has a whimper leaving your lips as your head dips back and exposes your neck to Jake.

The drag of Jake’s nose against your neck has your toes curling. His breathing, is hot against your neck as he litters it with delicate kisses, pausing occasionally to place open-mouth kisses on your pulse point.

Though the kisses are sweet, the occasional nip of his teeth confirms that he is leaving marks along his path. Though you can’t find it in yourself to tell Jake to stop, even if it was against work policy, you would never stop Jake from marring your skin.

No, these ones you wanted. You craved the way in which they healed you.

Your need to touch Jake is no longer fulfilled by the soft cotton wrapped tightly around your hands. You tug up on the fabric, and Jake's tan skin peeks out as a tease, taunting you. Though Jake is quick to tug his shirt up and off when a whine falls from your lips.

Jake watches as your hands make contact with his stomach muscles, and a soft smile forms on your face as you trace the ridges. The sharp breath Jake sucks in when you trace along his pant line, causes you to giggle and trace along his v-line once more.

The light filling your eyes as you glance back up to Jake has his heart clenching. The steam of the shower surrounds you both and your hair is slightly damp, sticking to your face in places. It was too early, too fast, for Jake to utter that four-letter word to you, but he’d never been more sure than in that moment.

The smile creasing your face only widens, when Jake’s hands slip up to your cheeks. Cupping them and tugging you up slightly, as he dips to meet your lips in a passionate kiss. Only pulling back when you both have to gasp for breath, though neither of your gazes leaves the other.

The green of Jake’s eyes had never appeared so bright as they did now, resting against each other’s foreheads and inhaling the importance of each other’s presence. The kiss that Jake brushes against your brow, is more than enough to confirm that the feeling you share is real. That for once, you both are exposing yourselves completely and surrendering, only to be met with a returned passion, one that could no longer be hidden.

“My girl.”

The statement is muttered against your lips, as one of Jake's hands comes up to trace patterns along your cheek. Though you had heard Jake say it about you an endless number of times, this one wasn’t just a statement, but a defined claim over your mind, body, and soul.

“Yours, for as long as you want me.”

“Darlin’ I want you for eternity, and then some.”

…

You couldn’t remember how either of you got out of the rest of your clothes and into the shower, but the cascade of warm water against your back has you melting. Your hand remains intertwined in Jake's hair, gives a slight tug, and has Jake falling into the water with you. Your lips never separate, as you relinquish all control over to Jake, and the dip of his tongue into your mouth has your toes curling.

Jake’s hands slowly wander, no longer held by the confines of your clothing, and adamant about familiarizing himself with every part of you. The ghost of his fingertips sliding up between your thighs, has a gasp falling from your lips. The sound is devoured by Jake’s lips, as he grazes your heat, teasingly tracing and collecting your slick. Before he finds purchase on your clit and rolls the nub in gentle figure eights.

Your head falls back against the tile, disconnecting your lips as the pleasure consumes you, and you find a smirking Jake watching you. Words try and form on your lips, though the increase of speed, only has incoherent mumbles bubbling from your chest. Your body tenses against the wall, the extension of your toes has you rising, and Jake settles an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his body.

You hadn’t been intimate with anyone since Adam, and as you watch Jake, you’re thankful that you finally coming apart is at his hands. The green of his eye’s never wavering from your own, as your breathing becomes erratic and the one hand around your waist rises to crease your cheek.

“I’ve got you, Sweets. Let go.”

You hadn’t realized you needed it, but the reassurance from Jake has you crashing into the waves. A gasp and partial cry leave your chest and has you grasping onto Jake. Your hands shake as you grasp onto his shoulders, the hand that had been between your legs wraps around you and tugs you fully into his chest.

Your tears mix with the water as it washes over the both of you, and Jake's hold tightens on you as he feels your chest shake against his own. You can’t get close enough to him, and as you nuzzle into Jake’s neck, he notices your slight whimpers. His hands slip from your waist and tap lightly at your butt, a silent request that you happily comply with.

Your arms wrap tightly around Jake's neck, as he holds you as if you weigh nothing, before turning the shower off. You pull back from the comfort of his neck and receive a sweet gentle kiss, your lips crease each other and work in slow tandem.

Pulling back from the kiss, you giggle slightly as Jake peppers kisses across your cheeks and nose. He only stops when a full laugh falls from your chest and you beg him to stop. The cheeky smirk that he gives you warms your heart, and you decide that it’s one of your favorite looks on Jake.

Jake easily removes you both from the shower, never faltering as he heads back into your room and delicately sets you on the bed. He moves to grab you a towel, though you don’t miss the fact that he is excruciatingly hard. The fact isn’t hidden well when Jake shows up with a towel now around his waist and wraps another around you.

Your hand creeps up to rest at the top of Jake's towel and give it a tug, as his form stands over you, while you kneel on your bed. A light chuckle bubbles from Jake, and his free hand comes to cup your cheek, lovingly tracing tiny patterns.

“We’ve got plenty of time for that, Sweets. Right now, I just want to hold my girl.”

You nuzzle into his hands and place a kiss in the palm, before glancing back up and only finding love in Jake’s eyes.

“Thank you.”

No reply is given to you, other than a soft kiss and Jake crawling into your bed, pulling you up with him to lay against his chest. His arms wrap around you, and the warmth of his body relaxes you, like an invisible shield of protection.

“Sleep darlin', I’m home.”

For the first time in eight months, you slept peacefully through the night; nightmares and memories evading you completely.

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heich0e · 1 year

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the wake - miya osamu/f!reader (haikyuu!) part 8 in the bff!osamu series word count: 2.5k tags: angst, childhood friends to pining, every miya fic i write is just a thinly veiled love letter to the miya brotherhood and that is very clear here, angst gets worse before it gets better so be nice to me, ps: u ever heard the song vienna by billy joel?

The longest that you have ever gone without speaking to the Miya twins was thirteen calendar days—a single day shy of a fortnight—when the three of you were eleven years old.

It all happened because you’d invited the twins over to see the brand new lava lamp you’d gotten for your birthday—the one you had been longing for relentlessly, and talked about incessantly in the lead-up to your big day—and, well, one thing led to another (as it often has the tendency to do when Osamu and Atsumu are involved) and the beloved lamp had ended up shattered across your bedroom floor only a few hours after you’d torn it from its pretty purple wrapping paper.

Neither of the boys had been willing to take responsibility at the time, each pointing an identically vehement finger of blame towards the other, and they both refused to offer you anything remotely close to an apology—lest that somehow imply an admission of culpability.

Your mother had sent them home after a stern, disappointed talking to and a call to their own mother (which she then echoed in a far less civilized tone when they returned home to her) and then they didn’t hear from you for almost two full weeks. It felt like an eternity back then, when life was small and days were long and just a couple of hours felt like a lifetime. You refused to come to your door when the two of them showed up knocking, didn’t answer any phone calls or instant messages they sent, and outrightly ignored them at school each day—hiding in classrooms on breaks between classes or behind the backs of other girls to avoid the increasingly desperate attempts of the twins to get your attention.

And so, on the two week anniversary of The Incident, the twins showed up at your door one last time—sheepish but earnestly remorseful—with a new lava lamp in tow. Thus the silent treatment was ended, reconciliation was struck, and there has scarcely been a day that passed since then where you had not been in some form of contact with the twins.

Osamu hasn’t heard from you in 6 weeks.

After the night of Atsumu’s party, he’d waited with bated breath to hear from you. His phone was on, sound at full blast and never too far from his reach. He knew it wasn’t really his place to reach out first. Knew you probably needed time to process things. To forgive him.

That first night he’d barely slept a wink, staring up at the ceiling of his living room, sprawled across the couch the two of you should have been sleeping on together, regretting every single moment of his life that had led him to this misery. He had texted you a simple: Let me know when you’re home safe please. It was a message he’d sent you countless times before, but never with so much urgency—but it went unanswered. It didn’t surprise him, even if it hurt. Even if it only added to the twist of anxiety turning his stomach into knots. More time passed. Seconds bleeding into minutes that turned into hours, each more agonizing than the last. He thought about calling you. Texting you again. Pulling on a jacket and chasing after you like he should have when you walked away from him hours prior. But he didn’t.

Osamu texted Atsumu first thing the next morning, with bags under his eyes and exhaustion in the marrow of his bones, asking if you’d made it back to the party safely. He’d wanted to reach out sooner—he’d had an entire sleepless night to think about nothing else, after all—but he’d waited for the sake of saving face with his twin.

When Atsumu finally woke up and saw his message, replying back with a frightening ??? didn’t she leave with u?, Osamu’s worst fears were realized.

After hearing from his brother, Osamu immediately texted your roommate—a girl you’d gone to college with, who might even have been considered your best friend had the twins not beaten her to the punch by about two decades. She and Osamu had always been on good terms, seeing each other semi-regularly over the years by virtue of their shared connection to you. You’d even once implied she had a little crush on him after Osamu had met her for the first time, though he had (for obvious reasons) never acted on the information. He felt no hesitation reaching out to her about whether or not you’d made it home the night before.

Yes.

Her icy reply came through almost immediately—even though it was early in the morning, even though he rarely ever texted her. The message was just three letters and a full stop, but it told him everything he needed to know: you were safe, and she knew what he’d done.

Osamu knew that the very least that he could give you in this situation was space, and he really did try, but he only made it two days of silence before he was reaching out to you again. His text had gone unanswered on that horrible, sleepless night where he had ruined everything, so after two days he finally tried to call.

It went right to voicemail.

His subsequent texts (and eventually calls) over the following days were similarly ignored, and every day that passed without hearing from you felt worse than the last.

Atsumu’s concern took root the day following his party, thanks to his brother's early morning text, and it only continued to grow. You were ignoring him too, the reason for which he had not the faintest idea, and the blonde inundated his twin for details as to what exactly had happened when the two of you had left his apartment that night.

But Osamu couldn’t tell him.

He couldn’t.

So he started avoiding his brother's calls and texts, too.

Osamu’s feelings for you were the only thing he’d ever, ever kept from his twin in all of their shared lifetime. And look where it had gotten him.

But eventually—inevitably—Osamu finally broke.

It was to be expected, really. He was hardly eating, scarcely sleeping, and any hours not spent robotically going through motions of keeping his business running were spent holed up in his little apartment. The apartment that now somehow reminded him far too much of you—like you had inked yourself as indelibly into the walls as you had the paint that you helped him apply when he'd first moved in.

Osamu showed up at his brother’s place at 11 o’clock on an otherwise completely unremarkable Wednesday night, still in his Onigiri Miya uniform, and as soon as Atsumu opened the door he burst—violently, spectacularly—into tears before he could even manage a greeting.

It must have been shocking, frightening even, for Atsumu to see his twin in that state. For him to have to help his brother’s crumpled frame across the threshold, over the step in the genkan, and to the couch in his living room—supporting the entirety of his weight to keep him upright. Atsumu had shown up a hundred times at Osamu’s door in not dissimilar states of heartbreak, but that was the first time he’d ever seen his twin—largely credited as the level-headed, rational one between them—like this. He’d always thought Osamu was just stronger than he was when it came to heartbreak; his relationships fizzling out with relatively little fanfare, and no substantial distress, and his exes sort of just faded into the background like they’d never even been there at all.

Atsumu never realized it was because his brother’s heart had never been theirs to break in the first place.

Osamu came clean that night in his brother’s apartment. Confessed to the sins he’d kept locked away in the recesses of his chest for so long, more fully and unequivocally than he had ever voiced the long-held secrets to anyone. And Atsumu listened. He didn’t tease him for his tears. Or berate him for keeping his feelings from him. Or yell at him for harming you and jeopardizing the friendship that the three of you had spent so much of your lives building.

He just hugged him. Comforted him. Cried with him. Because that was what his brother needed from him more than anything else.

When Osamu calmed slightly, many hours later, Atsumu quietly admitted that he’d suspected there may have been feelings that his brother was harbouring but he’d never really known for sure. I figured ya’d tell me when you were ready. Those were the simple words he’d offered, with a little shrug and a gentle, wobbly smile. And it was the first time in all his life that Osamu realized that his brother had far more tact than he’d ever given him credit for.

Atsumu reached out to you again that night, though his messages to you for the past week had gone unanswered like his brother’s. He put his message simply. He told you that he knew what had happened. That he wanted to talk. That you were his best friend and he needed to see you.

The twins were laying side by side in Atsumu’s bed, neither asleep nor fully awake, when your reply came through.

I need some time, Tsumu.

The brothers shared a look across the mattress of Atsumu’s bed in the dim light of his bedroom, their eyes sore for crying and the harsh glare of the cellphone’s light.

They yielded.

A few day later, you finally reached out again, and agreed to meet Atsumu for dinner.

Just Atsumu.

The evening that Osamu knew the two of you were meeting without him, he was a mess. He burned half the food he tried to prepare at the restaurant, got a nasty cut on his finger when he was chopping carelessly, and almost charged a customer 250,000 yen for their 250 yen purchase. When the restaurant finally closed, he slumped over the counter with his head in his hands and waited.

Atsumu showed up not long after.

“It was weird," his brother confessed, fiddling with an edamame pod but never moving to bring it to his lips—curled down slightly as the corner as he spoke. "But I can’t go between the two of ya like this, and she can’t see me without thinking of you."

“She hates me,” Osamu rasped, a familiar, suffocating tightness swelling in his chest that had made a home there over the past two weeks.

“She’s just upset,” Atsumu tried to console him, but Osamu could hear the wisp of frustration creeping into his twin’s tone. It wasn’t Atsumu’s fault—Osamu knew how hard this entire situation must have been for him, all as a result of the circumstances for which only he could bear the burden of blame. You’re Atsumu’s closest friend too, as much a part of the elder Miya twin’s life as you are the younger's, and Osamu didn’t take that fact for granted. Atsumu shut his eyes, sighing. “I think she’s confused, Samu. Hell, I’m confused and we shared a womb.”

Osamu’s eyes began to burn with a familiar, unpleasant prickle. He didn’t cry much about it anymore, now two weeks on, like he’d somehow run the well dry. But he’d occasionally get phantom pains behind his eyes, like the precursor to tears he knew couldn’t come. It was almost worse.

“I know,” the dark-haired twin finally muttered, his head hanging dejectedly.

“We’re gonna figure this shit out, but she’s gotta take some time to get things straight in her head first, alright?” Atsumu said softly, nudging his brother’s hand with his own, lending him encouragement in the warmth of their knuckles meeting. “Just give her that.”

So he did.

Osamu gave you another full month of time.

Of space.

Of absence.

And now he’s here, six weeks to the day since everything went wrong.

Osamu drives home to Hyogo on a whim—the idea of spending another weekend holed up in his apartment, wondering each day if it would finally be the one where you call, is enough to make him feel sick. His apartment has never felt more suffocating than it has in your absence. Never felt smaller than it does without you in it, no matter how contradictory that sounds. It’s been a while since he went home to visit his mother and the boys from high school who stuck around into adulthood, and even though his childhood home is as rife with things that remind him of you as his current one, he can’t help but hope that the change of scenery might do him some good.

The Miya family home hasn’t changed much, if at all, since the twins were kids. As an adult, Osamu takes comfort from this fact—finds stability and familiarity in the walls and windows and roof that endure today in just the same way and in the same shape as they always have. His mother’s car isn’t in the driveway when he pulls in to complete the picture, but he hadn’t told her he was coming so he can’t blame her for not being there to welcome him.

Osamu grabs his hastily packed duffle bag from the passenger’s seat of his truck, walking up the stone pathway his feet have trod upon so many times, in all their different sizes, to the door. He keeps his mother’s house key on his own keyring, because the last thing she’d said to him the day that he’d moved out—her hands, smaller than his own now that he’d grown so big, clasped around his as they held the little silver key—was that no matter what this would always be his home.

The genkan is the same. The coats in the closet are the same. The air smells the same, though there’s the faintest whisper of citrus in it as Osamu closes the front door behind him and toes off his shoes. His mother keeps two pairs of slippers at the door for him and Atsumu when they visit but his are missing for some reason, so he stuffs his feet into his brother’s designated pair before he pads off further into the home.

He can hear the television—the faint hum of a variety show or something similar drifting through the halls—and he laughs to himself that his mother has never quite been able to correct her bad habit of leaving the TV on even when she’s not watching it. He turns the corner into the living room, the sound of the television having grown louder the nearer he got.

And then he freezes.

The duffle bag he’d held loosely in his hand falls gracelessly to the floor.

And even though the television is right there, he can’t hear it anymore.

Because between him and the LCD screen, tucked under the kotatsu with a satsuma poised in hand half-peeled, is a face he hasn’t seen in six long weeks.

There, in the heart of the place that would always be his home, is you.

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tasm!Peter x Nurse Reader

You cannot tell me post everything with Gwen when he felt able to date again (when May talks him into it), that Peter Parker wouldn’t end up with a nurse. Someone who knows the pressures of saving lives. Able to patch him up when his wounds are a little too deep and gonna take longer to heal. Someone who also works late nights so wouldn’t be bothered if he was out late on patrol…

Imagine this…

It’s Christmas a couple years after the incident. After completing her training Aunt May now puts in shifts at the hospital. She’s gone out with a few other Nurses for Christmas drinks. Peter comes to collect her as it’s late. That is when he gets introduced to you.

You are politely waiting with May until her Nephew turns up so you have your own peace of mind she will get home safe. From the way she talks about him when you work the ward together, you are expecting some nerdy guy who couldn’t get out of his parents basement, not… well, Peter.

You make polite introductions, May introducing you to each other. “Y/N this is my nephew Peter, Peter this is Y/N they work on the ward with me.”

Peter is enamoured by you immediately. Not only does he find you attractive but you also care for his Aunt and he assumes you provide the same care for your patients.

You part ways, but that won’t be the last time you see each other.

Peter keeps an eye out for you now, whenever he goes to meet May from work. You exchange small talk. He realises you work the late shift often, meaning you’re only just starting as his Aunt is finishing.

He starts spending his nights thinking of you working at the same time he is. Wonders if you’ve ever had to patch up any of the guys he’s ended up sending to the hospital over the years.

It doesn’t take May long to recognise that Peter likes you. “Ask her out already?” “What no?”

He ends up running back inside the hospital to ask you out.

You end up having a coffee date and a walk around Central Park. Conversation is easy and Peter is starting to think Gwen may have sent you to him from the great beyond because all of this felt so easy, it had to be fate.

You’ve been dating a couple months when he shows up on your doorstep with a massive gash in the side of his arm. He’d managed to get caught around a metal cable and the wound was too deep for him to heal without a little help but he knew he couldn’t just walk into the nearest hospital.

You patched him up, minimal questions asked, until you woke up next to him the following morning and his arm was almost healed. He had to come clean.

You were accepting at first. You had always admired Spider-Man and how he helped the people of the city. Protected them from the big bads and the little ones. But when Peter starts getting too comfortable around you and showing up with one too many careless injuries you start to become more and more guarded.

You find yourself checking the news app on your phone way too often. You walk into patients rooms when the news is on to watch and make sure he’s being safe.

When he comes home with 3 bullet wounds for you to patch up, one of the bullets still in his body, you realise enough is enough. “I can’t do this any more Peter.” It’s the hardest things you’ve had to do. You promise to keep his secret but dating him is too hard and for your own sanity you need to go your separate ways.

Peter reluctantly agrees to your wishes but it kills him inside. He realises he got to comfortable. Too attached to this idea you were his angel sent by Gwen that you’d put up with anything and always be there. When you’re not, Peter struggles.

He goes out looking for more fights to punish himself. Looking for bigger bads to battle hoping the victories and admiration from the crowds will fill the void inside him.

That is until he comes up against the biggest bad and his most challenging fight yet. And somehow there you are. As if by magic. As if you really are sent by Gwen, placed in the right place at the right time.

He’s so broken, on the verge of death. The bad guy got away while he lay broken in the street. Crowds gather around him. Their beloved Spider-Man is bleeding out and practically dying on the street in front of them and they have no idea what to do.

You had seen everything. It was awful. All you could do was watch on helplessly as if Peter was a dogs play thing. The man, or was it a creature, picked him up like he weighed nothing and threw his body down the street. The roof of a car caved in with the force of it as he landed on top of it, the windows crushed with the force.

Peter had managed to roll himself off the car but he staggered and stumbled, his arm wrapped protectively around his side as he stumbled down a side street. You saw the crowd begin to gather around him as you raced down the street to get to him.

You pushed your way through bodies to get to his unconscious body. You give him a quick check over as you fall to your knees. “Give them some space” you hear someone call out, ushering the crowd back a bit as you realise you’re gonna need to do CPR. You begin doing chest compressions, your hands folding over the spider emblem now torn across his chest. “Come on Pete.” You mumble as you push down, your head counting out the beats on autopilot as your training took over. You lift his mask just enough to reveal his mouth and nose as you begin to give him mouth to mouth. You don’t even know how long you keep doing that, back and forth between the two when he suddenly takes a deep breath in.

The crowd cheers around you but you are only focused on one another. And just like that it’s like the last few weeks of your break up never happened.

After resting in your bed a couple days, Peter is better equipped and healed enough to finish what he started. After that he promises to stick solely to friendly neighbourhood stuff as much as possible. And he’s good to his word for the most part.

You fall into a good routine together. When you work nights, he goes on patrol. On your nights off, you both stay in watching movies in your small apartment whilst eating ice cream and pizza.

A year later Peter is asking for Aunt May’s ring to ask you to marry him. It’s a simple engagement story. He swung you both up to the top of the Empire State Building and did the Spider-Man equivalent of getting down on one knee. He slowly lowered himself down upside down with the ring in hand before you. He’d barely gotten the words out before you were crying and shouting “Yes, Yes, YES!”

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I'm a great fuck but better lover part 6

Zoro entered the boys' room. It was late but still earlier than his usual time. When he placed his swords on the coach, he noticed a new extra large hammock strung up. Sanji lay curled up inside. It was safe to assume that this was the surprise waiting for him that Sanji had mentioned during dishes. Zoro slid off his shoes, shirt, and pants, leaving his boxers on before sliding into the hammock next to his boyfriend. He pressed Sanji's slimmer body against his own, his head tucked under his chin, the other man's long legs trapped his own snuggling closer. Zoro could get used to this.

When he woke, Sanji was gone, only Luffy's snores to keep him company, Usopp was on watch last night. Zoro grabbed the clothes he had on yesterday and grabbed his swords from the coach. He went straight for the kitchen, and he paused to look inside before he opened the door the rest of the way. Sanji left it open a cack so Mr. Noodles could come and go as he pleased. He was sitting at the table, a cup of tea by his side, a small plate with half a pice of toast with red jam on top, a cigarette in one hand and his pen in the other. His blond hair with it slight curls glowing in the morning light. Zoro opened the door and made his way inside.

“Your up early today,” Sanji spoke, taking a drag from his cigarette. “Come sit by me, I was just working on your notebook,”

“My notebook?” Zoro decided to lay across the bench the best he could and lay his head in Sanji's lap. His boyfriend's free hand ran his long fingers through his short hair.

“While in town I picked up a pack of colored notebooks to keep records on food prenceses for everyone, right now I'm just transferring the info I already have,” Sanji explained taking a sip of his tea. “Did you want tea or toast before bakefast? I made Rose Jam form the roses you got me."

“Nah, what's for breakfast anyway?”

“Soufflé pancakes and okonomiyaki for you, of course lots of meat for Luffy,”

“Okonomiyaki? I haven't had that in years, thire was a street cart that used to make the best okonomiyaki I had some when I said my goodbyes before I left,” Zoro had spent hours at Kuinas grave knowing he wouldn't see her again until he achieved his goal.

“Zoro, we need to talk,” Zoro sat up, that did not sound good. But he couldn't think of anything that could be worng. He knew he was new to realships but he couldn't have fucked up that badly alredy…the crows nest incident not withstanding. “About sex, we shuld have talked before and more. I really don't want anthoer crows nest cry to happen,”

“Oh…OK? What do we need to talk about? It's just sex?”

“It stopped being just sex when you started spanking me, let alone edging, tieing me up and me choking you with my thighs,” Sanji listed off his cigarette bobbing while he spoke.

“Yah, I guess you've got a point,”

“So I'm no expert, but I know a few things about this, we already talked a bit about what we don't like, I guess add degadison to the list. We need to talk before trying new things I think, as much fun as it was to choke you with my thighs it was pretty fucking treffing, what if you didn't pinch me? What if I didn't feel it in time? Also we need to get better rope for the next time, rope burn is very unpleasant,”

“But I did pinch you, and I didn't pass out,” Zoro pointed out. “But I suppose your right,”

“So I was thinking maybe write down some hard and soft limits to start with maybe stuff you wish to try, like for me a hard limit is the head and face coverings, soft is the gags. I don't like them, but well, we do live in a shared space, so they might be necessary,” Sanji handed him the feathered pen and some paper. “I need to start breakfast, so how about we talk again after dinner,” Sanji gave him a kiss before heading to the fridge, taking his dishes with him

Zoro shoved the papper and the pen in his Haramaki and escaped to the crows nest. Once thire, he took one of his weights and got to work. As he got into the rhythm, he thought about what they had discussed. He had to think back on his prior experience about what he did and did not like.

He honestly didn't like being called Master/Slave/Daddy/Sir he didnt like saying it, ethior. It was just weird to him. Zoro honestly never had thought about this before, but for his Love-Cook, he'd give it ago.

#I'm a great fuck but better lover #one piece #fanfic #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #zoro #zoro x sanji #zosan

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vclvetfleur · 10 months

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Obedient Chapter 13

roman roy x fem!reader

Summary: You and Jess haven't spoken in a while. You finally decide to confront her on the plane to Dundee. While Roman is still in deep denial over his father's abuse.

TW: trauma talk, child neglect, degradation

Word Count: 5k

Notes: SOrry for taking so long. I have been not knowing where to lead this and I had to focus on French class lately.

Chapter 13: A Clockwork Orange

You heard Roman till he had finally fallen asleep. You both agreed that he couldn’t just let his father just sweep that under the rug. You even convinced Roman not to forgive. You knew it was a lot to ask, but you wanted him to heal. And bending and forgiving was not going to do anything for him or Logan. Except make Logan think Roman was just as weak as he thought he was. You woke up before him, making him an appointment to go see a dentist to fix his tooth as soon as possible. You were still in shock. You couldn’t help but stare at it as it was laid on the counter, dried blood on the end of it. You put a tissue over it, not wanting to be reminded of it. You felt sorry for Roman. You were in his place years ago. You were him when you didn’t realize that your parents would never change.

They weren’t going to. They never did. Not for you at least. You had gotten older, moving from home to home depending on if your parents wanted to deal with you or not. You had been sent to aunts, uncles, grandmas, grandpas, and family friends. You had only come back after your parents had your sibling. And there it was. They changed. But not for you. Not towards you. But towards her. You had gotten updates, hearing about their new golden star child. How nothing has made them happier. You wished you could stand up to protect her, but you didn’t have to. She got the parents you wished for.

A part of you wished you got them, but you knew you weren’t worth changing for in their eyes. And Roman wasn’t worth changing for either.

You brushed your teeth, staring at your phone. You always wondered if an unknown number would maybe one day be them. But that was you just getting your hopes up for an unrealistic fantasy. You looked at Roman, sleeping. You were glad he finally got his moment of peace after what had happened last night. You came back to back, scrolling through your phone and making notes for Roman. Today was a day Roman wouldn’t be in the office anyway, so you just wanted him to relax. But still do things before having to go back to the office. You were sure Roman wasn’t gonna go to the office with a tooth missing. It would only create talk. He also didn’t need any media seeing him like that.

You felt Roman stirring himself awake, moving his head away from the light as it shined in. “Morning Rome…” You told him, running your fingers through his hair. You were busy texting Eduard, trying to set up some kind of meeting with Roman. It would possibly be the biggest fuck you to his father if he landed a major deal with another billionaire when Logan had just messed up the deal with Nan. Logan had exploded at the show that you both missed, where Rhea and Nan followed him and told him the deal was off. This was all relayed to you by Shiv. She had kept checking up on Roman the entire night and you just sent her updates when you could. Despite their rocky relationship and the fact they never really got along with one another. And the constant fighting and yelling and hitting. They deeply cared. Shiv and Roman were the most verbally aggressive with one another, but had so much in common when it came to their dad than they did with Kendall. Kendall was Logan’s pride. He basically removed Kendall from their mom and obsessed over his future. He was the only thing that mattered. He had sent Connor away and was now worrying about one kid. Then Roman came along, but Kendall was just something else. Then a certain incident made Roman act quieter, more reserved. Which in turn made Logan a lot more harder on him. He was seen as weak. Not as good as Kendall. Not that he really paid him much mind, but the fact that Roman was more emotional and was now suddenly quieter, it only made Logan resent him more. A child at the age of 7 was now weak and not fit to be CEO forever. But his other son, who even at the age of 3 was set for the CEO job. Then came Shiv. Logan was disappointed about having a girl. Carolina was a little excited but was too busy with her own issues to care enough. She completely abandoned her children when Shiv was born. Shiv never mattered. Only if she started to be prettier than Carolina. Then Carolina tried to compete and force and embarrass Shiv. Even only uplifting Roman to make Shiv feel worse. But once Shiv stopped looking for the attention of her mother, she played with Kendall’s games of using Roman for the attention of their dad.

Roman was the weird one. And Shiv was the girl.

The two outcasts of the family. Both not good enough for anything.

Not even their dad.

So, despite their distain for one another, at least they weren’t Kendall.

Kendall only checked in on Roman from Shiv. He did his best. He had to physically protect Roman. He was smaller. He wasn’t able to when they were younger. Kendall felt a duty to always physically be there for Roman. Trying to be there emotionally never worked because Roman was too scared to ever open up. His emotions got him in trouble. He never knew when the right time was to ever open up.

So as result of Connor’s absence as older brother, he had to pick up the role and protect Roman physically from Logan. He could only protect him so much. He started to protect him more once he had gotten tall enough. Logan was never scared of his kids though. He knew what power he had over them.

Either way, they all did their parts as siblings as best as they could with the father and mother they were given. They made a lot of mistakes on the way, but there was an effort.

“Morning…” Roman mumbled under the sheets, covering his mouth with the comforter. He didn’t want you to see him without his tooth there. It made him even more insecure than he already was. He knew that you already had, but something in his mind told him you’d run if you saw it. That he’d be too much or something like that. His mind was controlling his logic. “How are you feeling?” You asked, pulling yourself from the phone. You were ready to tell him the news of what you had just done but wanted to ease him into it.

“Fucking great. Uh- can we leave early?” He asked you. You nodded, going back on your phone to make the arrangements. You both were supposed to leave at 11, but you had gotten up early enough. Roman wasn’t ready for the questioning. Roman finally crawled out of bed, going to the bathroom. He had been there for a good 15 minutes, just staring at himself and his missing tooth. It made him feel so ashamed. He never was super secure with how he looked. He knew he wasn’t special, and no one was chasing after him. He was shocked you were decently into him. But the tooth made it so much worse. Another dent in his appearance. Roman hated himself even more. Not only because he hated how he looked, but the tooth was just a reminder of how Logan really felt about him. Roman was never ready to accept that Logan wasn’t a good parent. Logan was abusive. But to Roman, it was his fault. But you helped put it into perspective for him. He finally accepted some part of Logan was abusive and his love wasn’t actual love. His mom, despite being neglectful and instilling terrible ideals and being emotionally unavailable, she loved him. She checked in on him. She held him. She would be there if Roman deeply tried to. Logan was never there for anything. No matter how hard you tried to.

“Rome?” You called out. He barely heard you. You had already gotten dressed, keeping updates on the car that was arriving soon. You knocked before going into the room. You saw him just staring at himself and inspecting little things about his face and appearance. “Hey, the car’s almost here. You almost done?” You asked. He finally snapped out of it, looking at you. He had no idea why you were so willing to be with him when he looked the way he did. But he was so grateful for your standards being that low, in his head. He just put toothpaste on his toothbrush and started brushing his teeth, acting as though he wasn’t just inspecting himself in front of you. “Your appointment today is at 6, by the way.” You mentioned to him. “Wow, thanks, mum.” He joked. His words were slurred with toothpaste foaming his mouth and his brush stuck between the inside of his lips and teeth.

“I know you wanna fuck your mom, Roman, but don’t call me that.” You made a quick comment. You weren’t sure if he fit the Freudian theory, but it wasn’t unlikely.

“If Shiv told you that, tell her to stop acting like I haven’t seen her give Dad fuck me eyes too” Roman shot back. He was of course lying. You’ve seen how Shiv looked at Logan. It was exactly how you looked at your dad when you were in middle school. Just regret and shame for hating him, but such distain and anger for whatever happened.

“I’ll be sure to send her an email about it.” You rolled your eyes. You came up and jumped onto the counter. You looked at him, looking at the details as he was doing earlier. His eyes were so soft. They had bags under them that made them seem slightly sunken. But his personality and other expressions always reminded you he was actually awake. His eyebrows were mostly straightened, but so expressive. For a man who hated showing his emotions, he showed them so much with just his face. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” You asked him. There it was. His eyebrows furrowed, questioning you, but his eyes softened. He didn’t look at you like he was actually confused. Just pleasantly surprised. “I don’t think I have either.” He spits his toothpaste out before starting to brush his tongue. He wasn’t ready yet. He didn’t want to feel all the love you were willing to give. You leaned down and gave him a kiss on the forehead before dropping yourself off the counter. You went off to the bedroom and began to prep Roman’s things for him and your own stuff. Roman soon came in, wrapping his arms around you. He stood behind you, laying his head on your shoulder. He left a kiss on your jaw before giving another on your cheek and moving close to your ear. He whispered, “You’re gorgeous.” Before moving away from you.

You suppressed a smile, giving it a frown kind of look. You looked at him as he grabbed his clothes and finally started to dress himself. “You saw that in a movie, didn’t you?” You asked him. He looked up, his smile creeping up before nodding.

He buttoned his shirt. “Yeah- I think it was one of those shit movies you’ve shown me lately. Fuck wait- was it ‘Clockwork Orange’?” He asked you. You had shown him your favorite movies lately. Most of the time he talked through them and acted as if he thought they were dumb, but after enough scolding from you, he would quit it. He enjoyed most of them though. Except maybe one of them, but he thought it was too pretentious, trying to say something about something that had no real meaning.

“Oh yea- definitely. Wow, Alex. What a little charmer, huh?” You played along. It definitely wasn’t ‘A Clockwork Orange’.

You both left the room once Roman was settled in. You both had to be escorted through the media, questioning Roman about the scandal. Roman knew better not to make too light of a joke at the moment. Mostly to media.

“God what fucking vultures…” He whispered to you once the door was shut. “Doesn’t ATN do the same thing?” You asked him, calling out on his hypocrisy.

“Shut the fuck up… fucking snowflake…” He mumbled, laying his head back. He reached down, holding your hand in his. It was the most affection he could give you out in public. Plus, he needed it to calm his nerves down.

“I have news by the way… Eduard is willing to meet with you. Next week. He thinks after the scandal has gone through a week, the hype will die down and by the time the deal lands that it’ll mostly be over. So yeah, you're welcome.” You smirked. You were cocky, but after working your way into it, you had convinced him. No one was gonna touch ATN for a while. Not with this scandal around.

“Good job, you did your fucking job.” He teased. He was happy though. You saw it on his face.

You had just made sure Roman was safely home before going to your own home. You needed to decompress after yesterday too. You had just run a bath, done some skincare, and treated yourself to a meal. An actual meal. Not a snack.

You texted Roman to make sure he went to his appointment to just be sent a photo of him in the dentist's chair. You saved it to your phone. You were tempted to text Jess. You stared at her number for a while. You swallowed your fear of rejection and finally texted.

‘hey. are you ready to talk?’

You watched the delivered notification turn into Read 7:19 PM.

Then 3 text bubbles coming up. For them to disappear quickly. You didn’t get anything from her all night. Not even in the morning.

She did not speak to you for days.

Waystar seemed to be in a worse state than it ever had been.

Sandy and Stewy were trying to get shareholders and attacking the company. The scandal had gotten worse and now they were scrambling with investors.

Roman had even told you about how Logan even claimed to never hit Roman. It hurt, but it made Roman truly believe he might’ve been overreacting. It just led you both into a fight as you tried to knock some sense into him. But he was stubborn in his ways. Logan still could do no wrong in his eyes. And the more you discredited Logan, the more upset he got. He was just back to doing his dirty business for his father. He was now off to England with Kendall to convince his mom to actually vote for her ex-husband who she despised. You were invited to come, but your fight with Roman made you decline the offer. He just shoved it off as if he didn’t care about it at all. He just thought it would maybe be nice for you to meet his other parent. But you reminded him of your actual status.

You had gotten more news on Waystar as a story broke about Logan ‘bullying’ and ‘hitting’ a young man, someone between the ages of 18 and 23. Apparently, it had caused the boy to drive his car into a lake. You didn’t doubt it. Roman tried to call you about it and called it bullshit.

“I don’t know Rome, seems on brand for him.” You shrugged, sipping on your coffee. It had been 2 pm for him while Kendall and Logan were out doing damage control.

“Fucking- whatever… yea cause people are so sensitive nowadays. Dad didn’t even hit him. Fucking moron is going to drive off a lake over an insult? Really?” Roman ranted, but you had pulled your phone away from your ear, unable to listen to Roman speak ill about a dead child.

“Roman- fucking stop…” You warned but he didn’t. You just hung up.

He looked at Shiv, shocked and obviously upset about your choice to hang up. “What the fuck?” He asked. Shiv shrugged, not surprised. But she just kept her opinion to herself. You shuddered at the thought of what Roman was saying. It truly disgusted you. You knew it was just because he was so ignorant. He was sheltered to think whatever was going on was okay. Shiv just pushed Roman out of the house and decided to finally go to their mom. It would be better if they went rather than bring Kendall. Kendall was Caroline’s least favorite. Shiv was a close second last. Roman was the only one accepting whatever love she could possibly give.

You had been packing for England for your late-night flight. You had to be there for some stupid award show for Logan to celebrate some stupid achievement. It was just a way to inflate his ego. And for his peers to celebrate him. You thought it was obnoxious.

You were finally finished, getting your bags and putting your belongings into the back of a black car that waited for you. You were being driven before stopping to pick up other people. Including Jess. You watched her get into the car. Your eyes met, but she diverted her eyes away from you. You just wished she’d talk to you. You weren’t sure if your relationship with Roman was worth this. This was too hard.

“Hey…” you tried to talk to her, but she had ignored you for her phone. You bit your lip, looking away. Once you did, Jess’ eye looked up at you with pity. She wanted to talk to you too, but she wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to talk about your emotions for Roman. Or why you lied? Or why didn’t listen to her? There were so many questions. But she wasn’t emotionally ready for it. She wasn’t ready to apologize for all the awful things she said either, bringing your family and past up as a way to hurt you.

But it happened.

It stuck with you more often than usual. The fact your parents were emotionally unavailable or physically abusive. How much they’d pick out the flaws you had. All the names. And the blaming for what was done to you.

You were reminded of it constantly since you had to spend more time with the Roys.

You had gotten on the flight, watching Jess as she had just walked past you without giving a second glance over to you.

You had enough. You sat across from her. “Jess… Fucking talk to me… Please… Just FUCKING KNOCK IT OFF!” You exploded. People looked at you, but you gave them a look to make them stop. They quickly looked away.

“What do you want me to say y/n?” She asked you. You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “Well? I don’t know what to say to you y/n… And I don’t think this is the conversation to have with people around. I know this is your little secret.” She shrugged it off.

You let out a large breath, shaking your head no. “I’m fucking sorry. I didn’t- it’s just- I fucked up. And I regret my choices. If I knew they’d end this badly, I would’ve not gone through with it.” You let out a shaky breath.

“But you knew y/n. I told you. You just ignored it. You did what you did. And I said what I said.” She tried to avoid the conversation.

“I’ll break up with him… As soon as we land, it’ll be over.” You tried to rationalize. Jess thought that was what she wanted. But she wasn’t sure if it was. She didn’t like the fact you were both hooking up or doing whatever, but she knew it wasn’t truly her business. She shook her head, just grabbing her phone. “It’s just- it won't fix anything.” She wasn’t sure if it would ruin your happiness.

Realistically your happiness with Roman shifted depending on if Roman would express his awful opinions. Which he had a lot of.

“I just wanna fix this Jess…” You pouted.

“If you wanna fix this… just give it time… I’m just not there yet. Uh- maybe we could talk about it more another time.” She tried to compromise with you. She missed you too. But this wasn’t going to be productive. You nodded, getting up, and swung your hand on a bottle as it flew against the wall. “real fucking mature.” Jess called out. You walked away defeated and annoyed. You spent the rest of the flight away from Jess.

You had landed in the morning, getting your stuff quickly. The family had already been there, so you were immediately sent to go to where they were staying.

You texted Roman letting him know you had arrived safely. He had sent you multiple messages, trying to admit what he said was disgusting and unfair. He didn’t directly say it, but he admitted to it being not the best thing he could say.

You were driven to the event, ready to confront Roman. But once you had walked in his face lightened up once you walked in. He had grabbed you a glass of whatever was being served and came over to you. “Hey, here get drunk, Shiv is plotting something.” He whispered. You smiled, taking the glass from him. Despite Roman sometimes being awful, he could be very sweet. And he was now more willing to see his mistakes.

“Ooo. Can’t wait.” You smirked, sipping your drink. Rhea began her speech, going on and on about whatever bullshit Shiv fed her.

Rhea began her speech and had brought up ‘Rose’. Roman looked amused at Shiv’s game. While Rhea had lifted her glass up with a huge smile on her face as if Logan was going to be sooo happy to hear about Rose. You didn’t even know who Rose was. You leaned in and asked Roman “who’s Rose?” You asked.

“Dad’s dead sister.” He whispered. Logan had put his drink down and sulked in his seat. It set a mood for everyone to stay quiet.

Roman walked past Rhea “Wow. Well done. Look at you, fitting right in.” He teased before making a disgusting pedophilic joke. He seemed to be interrogating her. You didn’t know their issue with her all of a sudden, but you decided to stay out of it. You sat with Shiv, watching them whispering to each other.

“What a fucking snake…” Shiv whispered to you. You laughed, watching as Rhea tried to work her deal with Roman. But Shiv and him were in a very healthy place where they decided to work against someone again. They always worked better when they plotted against another person together.

“What’d she do?” You asked.

“She’s trying to suck the CEO position out of Dad’s dick and balls.” She stared at Rhea, trying to intimidate her.

Rhea couldn’t find an in with Roman and joined the table. Roman sat with you and Shiv and Roman then began to interrogate with Tom being their hype man.

The tension felt incredibly thing. But Connor decided to ease the mood but decided to insult Rhea nonetheless.

“This is a fucking slaughter…” You whispered to Roman. “I wanna join.” You snickered at the idea.

“Uh- we should start. The event is going to start soon.” Rhea tried to get out of the next dig that was going to be thrown her way. You had been brought to Logan’s old home. You just watched the kids insult the looks as if it was cheap and disgusting. But it was something that looked huge to you. You would never understand their perception of money. Roman thought a coffee cost $40. A black coffee. It wasn’t cheap, sure $4-$8 depending on where you went. But nowhere near $40. You all just waited for Logan to arrive, but Logan could barely look at it. The photographers waited to take a photo, but Logan told the driver to speed off.

“Wow, how fucking fun. God, you know this reminds me exactly when I chased that twink singer in some dumb fucking band for him to just drive off in his car. Should we chase after him?” You joked. You all just seemed a bit annoyed about your time being completely wasted. But that was expected of Logan. You crawled in the car, Roman following you right after. “I didn’t even know Logan was Scottish. I thought he was just some rich fuck with generational money. You know like some hush hush tycoon stuff.” You admit.

“Yeah- Dad doesn’t talk about that kind of stuff- he rather talk about how much he hated Connor’s mom than talk about his own.” Roman laughed. Thankfully, Connor wasn’t around to hear the comment towards him. You had just stood outside. You didn’t want to watch Logan gloat about some stupid University he was buying out. You found the perfect excuse to stay behind. You grabbed your pack of cigarettes out, lighting the end. You sucked on the end, waiting for the rest of them to come out. You saw an older man come by with a hat and trench coat and sat and watched. You just watched him. He looked disappointed. Annoyed. Angry. You saw Greg leave the building to greet him. “Oh hey- y/n.” Greg waved at you. You thought Greg might’ve had a little crush on you. He had asked you to ‘come to hang out’ with him so many times. He even tried to impress you multiple times with his big-boy job. It was amusing in all honesty. It was cute. But he just wasn’t your type. You liked pretentiousness and arrogance apparently. “Uh- Ewan… Give me a second.” He scrambled before walking to you. “I didn’t know you smoked. Uh- can I- can I get one?” He tried to find something in common with you. Your eyebrows raised, questioning him.

“Yeah- I don’t think the building allows me to smoke. I didn’t know you smoked either.” You said before pulling the pack out again. You pulled a cigarette out for him and your lighter. You were going to see if he actually knew what to do. It would tell you everything.

“Oh yeah- all the time. I actually can’t breathe half the time 'cause I love these things so much. Yea- I buy like a pack a day 'cause I finish them up so quickly” He tried to lie about his association with smoking. He held the cigarette in between his fingers and tried to light it like a joint. It told you everything.

“Greg, you’re supposed to light it in your mouth.” You informed him. He looked up, knowing he had just exposed himself. “Look- like this.” You showed him, putting the cigarette In his mouth and lighting it for him. “Now breathe it in.” You instructed. Greg misunderstood how much or how hard and began to cough viciously. He dropped the cigarette and curled up as he coughed loudly. You just sat and watched, giggling to yourself as you smoked your cigarette.

Ewan was amused as well. He just quietly laughed as he watched his idiot grandson embarrass himself. The group had left the building, Logan surprised to see the man to be there. Roman pat Greg on the back, looking at you confused about why he practically coughing up a lung. “All right, all right. Dramatic. Don’t cough on me. Yeah, that’s right just turn that way.” He said as he turned Greg around and lightly pushed him away. He didn’t like Greg. He thought Greg was a freeloader. Which he kind of was. Roman just viewed him as someone who was riding on the fact, he was somewhat related to them and was trying to find any way to make the kind of money they did. He leeched onto any family member who would let him. Which was Tom.

“Who the fuck is the crip keeper?” You asked Roman about Ewan. You had seen him talk to Logan. “His liberal snowflake brother.” Roman answered.

“Oh, good news. Uh- Eduard is here. I told him to fly in. He’s expecting you at a bar in an hour.” You broke the news. Roman was shocked at how stupid of a decision that was for Eduard. But he was happy enough to have it set up in the very lease.

“You’re the fucking best. God what a fucking moron. I could just take you right here in front of everyone.” Roman seemed to pump himself up. “Yeah-yeah. Go now.” You laughed, pushing him slightly. You both went your own separate ways for at least a couple of hours. You had a lot of stuff to do in the meantime. Which mostly consisted of you hanging out with Shiv as she seemed to be calling meeting after meeting to destroy Rhea. You had stayed out of it most of the time though.

Connor left the room completely upset before the rest left as well.

“What fucking pathetic brats…” Connor mumbled under his breathe. You looked up, wondering what had happened. Roman left soon. “Rome- what the fuck happened?” You asked him. “Why is Connor-?” you asked him.

“Eh, who actually gives a shit?” He shrugged.

Notes: Poor Connor.

Chapter 14

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Admission Of Interest

Pairing: Tony Stark x scientist! female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 5034 words

Outline: How long does it take for true feelings to come to light and for an old flame to be rekindled? Tony's about to find out.

Author's Note: Requested here. Discussed here and here. This took a lil' bit more than usual and is my longest fic to date but I hope you will enjoy it nonetheless! Kept the reader's bf faceless and nameless for story canvas reasons and there's zero cheating involved.

Warnings: swearing, daddy kink, spanking, markings, pet names, dirty talk, finger sucking, fluids exchange, penetration, fingering, condoms, roughhousing, jealousy, possessiveness, slight dom! tony, not beta-read.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics // banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Tony Stark Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

Fourteen years.

That’s how long you knew Tony Stark. The brilliant scientist, the philanthropist, the playboy, and now Iron Man.

Fourteen long ass years and he was still the cocky bastard that you always knew. Even worse now that he was the protector that he was and an avenger. It had only been two months since the battle of New York and Tony amongst the other avengers was deemed a hero.

Tony Stark, is a hero.

The most famous man in the world and most desirable and he got on each one of your last nerves. You scoff as you push the button on the remote control to turn off the tv that broadcasted his face long and wide. How much could your poor heart truly take?

Fourteen years since you first met him back then in college, alongside James Rhodes, playing pool together at an afterparty. Back then you were all eighteen and ready to take the future together, full of life and hormones.

You introduced yourself to him in that very way that set the tone for your friendship. By beating him in a pool game. Five times in the same night. He never saw it coming. The girl with a checkered shirt and the most mischievous smile and the biggest heart.

James could not stop laughing and oh the topping jokes were too much. But it worked fantastically. You both took an interest in each other and started hanging out after that incident. Tony was preoccupied with making sure he never lost to you again and Rhodey simply because he liked talking to a logical person for once. You seem to balance their company very well.

You matched them well in interests, science, cars, even the same teams, lunches and drinks, and most importantly the college itself. You loved staying up all night working on projects, secretly staying in the lab and searching for things, and coming up with a way to debunk every single theory that existed.

Through accidental touches and hands brushing on each other bodies and hidden words and even worse hidden meanings, you never managed to meet each other halfway. It was always through a different game, whether it was physical or on the computer or…anywhere else.

Yet back then no one could have predicted how life would turn out.

Funny how time works.

You knew you liked him back then when you woke him up early for an exam one random Friday morning, his heavy dark and curly eyelashes looking up at you with his cheeks all fresh and red and that stinging feeling when he pulled the sheet over to show you the girl he had slept with. That sharp stingy feeling of jealousy cut through your soul like a knife and it never recovered. Just an open wound.

It was over for you before it even began.

One thought in your brain and then you had pushed it out.

Strong, resilient, and in control of your feelings and emotions.

But you kept it together and promised yourself you’d get over him since he most likely would never know or could ever feel the same way about you and he’d love you as a friend.

After the incident, it seemed that the girls just kept coming and coming and coming until you honestly couldn’t remember any of them anymore.

A few weeks after that, you have a chance to that one volleyball teammate that had asked you out last week, and soon enough it was forgotten. Or more accurately buried deep inside. Never to come to the surface again.

As for Tony you never learned if he shared your feelings or if he perhaps thought you liked Rhodey. Conversations never came up and even though holidays came and went, all spent together and in between, it wasn’t until Tony’s parent’s died that turned your friendship scarce. He withdrew from the public eyes, the college, the dorms, attended only the most important exams until you all graduated and of course, he didn’t attend the graduation.

However, he left you a letter congratulating you and offering you a position at Stark Enterprises much to your surprise, thank you for your friendship and all these years. It didn’t feel sincere, didn’t feel like him at all.

And that wasn’t your plan of life anyway. Being someone’s employee. You had big dreams and even bigger wings.

You were also wealthy cause of your parents (both renowned scientists) and your father had many connections in the biotech world. In eight years, you had your own thriving innovative company, hopeful of a bright future, with many departments opening across the globe and a growing life just ahead of you.

All these years you had kept in contact with Tony and Rhodey, attended grand openings, and expos, and observed Rhodey’s brilliant military career which made you feel very proud of your friend. When you learned that Tony was Iron Man it didn’t surprise you at all.

Brilliant as per usual.

Now here you were getting dressed for a gala in his private villa in Malibu where you’d celebrate the newly changed Stark Tower to Avengers Tower to establish the place where all the team members would be living soon enough, and celebrate one last hooray in the mansion attending among esteemed guests.

You chuckle as you look at the red velvet invitation written in gold calligraphic letters. That one truly felt like him and you set it aside as you open the drawer to look at your necklaces.

And then came the beautiful romantic feeling of your boyfriend kissing your shoulder and asking you which one you’d prefer to wear.

All was right in the world. In this future.

He squeezes you close before releasing you and heading to the shower. Would be the first time you’d bring him to the party and he was by far the most serious boyfriend you had. Even though you had only been dating for three months, there was something about him that felt almost familiar. Too familiar. Like he reminded you of someone you knew long ago.

A fellow scientist, of course, worked in thermodynamics and also taught at college, and you were focused on your job. Your company was thriving, was eco-friendly, full of diverse and hard-working staff, and wore your surname as its brand cementing you in the world of science.

It was time for you to reap what you had been sowing.

You put on your dress last, your boyfriend clicking his blouse buttons shut and looking at you with a smile.

Little did you know that this would be the last time he’d be in your room.

The drive was both long and short at the same, memories of college creeping inside your head and you didn’t know whether it was your pre-period emotional taste, a distaste for your date, or the impending doom of the previous alien invasion that clouded your head.

The short elevator ride is silent as you are going to where the party was held and when he reaches out to touch your hand you flinch but then hold him, excusing yourself.

The doors open and you make a note of how many people are there while walking inside the vast room.

“Hey!” The sound of Rhodey’s voice fills you with joy and you immediately turn around to greet him, you hug him tightly both of you excited to see each other.

Then once you pull from his hug the sound of your boyfriend coughing brings you back to reality. You introduce him to your friend and then Rhodey leads you to some other old college friends.

Your boyfriend has strategically placed an arm over your shoulder smirking as the crowd parts while the name of the town makes his way towards you.

Of course, you don’t notice at first, as you are in a deep conversation but then you glance at him and the image of him in fluffy black hair, so elegantly brushed, his well-tailored black tuxedo and the champagne flute that hanged loosely between his fingers had your breath cut short.

Evidently, he still had that very effect on you. You knew well how to always avoid him and keep the conversations short.

But so did you.

When he saw you walk inside the room with that man who dared to have his hand around your shoulder it filled him with pure hatred. Something he hadn’t felt for years. Or something he had felt but thought it had been long lost for him.

Whether it was him coming face to face with all of his demons after going to space and coming back and perhaps seeing your face in his mind as he wished for things he could have done better. Maybe lately you were all he could have thought of.

Maybe because you'd rejected five previous invites since that incident because you were preoccupied with your gran project at work and that’s when he could finally see you.

Or maybe today was when that string of fate decided to pull you two together.

And he greets you. His voice was soft yet stern full of confidence and laced in velvet.

“Fancy running to you here.” Oh, he didn’t mind you were in front of so many people, everybody knew he was flirty by nature, no big deal.

“Hello, Tony.” You say politely, and he offers you the glass from his hands. You nod your head as you take it, the grip on your shoulder from your boyfriend getting tighter.

Tony only smirks as he winks at you and then leaves heading further inside the crowd and momentarily you want to ask him not to leave.

“God, he’s so full of himself.” Your boyfriend complains and rolls his eyes and you look at him confused. And that’s when it clicks for you. Why has your boyfriend always felt familiar to you? Because you never truly wanted him.

Well, ten minutes later and a very heated conversation that managed to stay low on tone to save you both your privacy, your now ex-boyfriend was leaving the floor, scorned and burnt simply because he didn’t respect your old college friends.

“He’s a loser, anyway.” Tony’s velvet voice is heard from behind you, one glass brushing your hand slightly. “Your favorite.” He smiles, as you turn to look at him. “Long island tea.” The smile seems to fade away as his confident stance takes place again and he winks at you again.

It has been a long time since you had a cocktail like that and even longer since you last declared this one as your favorite. But it was an old warm memory of your college days.

You take the glass in your hand, not wanting to know how he noticed, and frankly, you didn’t want to make a bigger deal out of it. You take a sip from the glass and watch him in silence. He doesn’t seem to want to break eye contact this time around.

“It should have been me.” He whispers looking directly into your eyes.

“Pardon me?”

“It should have been me, walking by your side.” He flares his nostrils almost as if he wanted to stifle a cry or scream.

“Tony?” You look at him confused, completely in shock. There was no way he could have been feeling this way. After all these years?

“Space.” He chuckles. “You learn a lot of things about yourself when you almost die.” He rolls his eyes and looks around the room. “ And plus you are not an easy girl to get a hold of. Always disappearing and never replying to any text or call. Almost thought you wouldn’t show up here tonight.”

He watches your movements as you are still in shock, breathing slowly trying to comprehend what is happening right in front of your eyes. You slightly lose hold of the glass and he catches it for you, bringing it to his lips for a sip.

“Maybe we should get out of here?” He looks around again. “Crowd’s getting a little too loud for my taste.” He grabs your arm close to him and slowly leads you away from the living room of the mansion and close to the stairs. The music is getting less loud as he walks you up the stairs and into the rooftop. It all goes by both fast and slow at the same time.

“Fancy night.” He smiles as you walk outside, the hustle from the party downstairs loud and clear.

“Did you mean it?”

“You are out of your shocked state, I see.”

“Tony, did you mean it?”

“Every word of it.”

You sigh and shake your head slightly looking at him.

“How long?”

“A long ass time.”

“Tony, tell me how long.”

“First night at the dorms.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I tried. You always seemed to want to include Rhodey in every plan I tried to make and when I thought about making you jealous to see if you’d take the bait, you never seemed to be interested at all. I never wanted to push you away. ”

Flashbacks of past memories go through your mind, analyzing and thinking of all of your behaviors and reactions to him. You never allowed yourself to be alone with him at all in fear of him knowing. That was the truth, unfortunately.

“I am not here to pressure you into anything. I just wanted you to know. Especially seeing you with that jerk tonight.”

“Tony!”

“He’s not a good person.”

“You don’t know him.”

“I know everyone who works around the globe.”

“You can’t possibly know everyone.”

“I know a bastard when I see one.”

“Tony!”

“I get pissed. I wanted it to be me. It should have been me. All these years.”

There are now tears forming in the corners of your eyes, thoughts of how you cried when you thought he was dead two years ago, the thought of him potentially dying three months ago. It was getting too much, you didn’t know what to do, how to feel, how to mend your heart, how to confess yourself.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not.” You mumble, trying to take a step closer to him. “I thought you didn’t-”

“So you did?”

“Way back then.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Thought you liked your variety.”

“I thought you’d never pick me out of a crowd.”

“Oh, I never expected you to.”

“Fall in love with you?” He smiles softly.

“Yeah. Thought you were destined for greater things.”

He scoffs. “Maybe you’re the greatest thing.” He takes one step forward touching your face and his touch feels warm and familiar, almost like coming home. You can’t believe you have been living in denial for so long.

“I love you.” He continues and presses his lips against yours and it feels like the most real thing in the world. You were here, becoming his, enticing your world with him. At long last.

You press your lips as well, sealing his words with your kiss, wanting to share and confess and declare your love to him, hands begin to wrap around his back and next you feel the air getting thicker.

“How about a ride?” That did sound like the man you knew back then. Tony chuckles inside his iron man suit, and you chuckle as he holds you tightly, flying you across the Malibu coastline. It was beautiful on this starry night.

“I couldn’t live without you.” Tony declares as he sets you down back on the rooftop again. “I love you, too.” Smiles are getting stronger as he takes off the suit and leads you down the stairs back to his bedroom. The party’s getting quieter and relatively you have no idea how long you were flying for.

“You sound like a very sappy man.”

“Maybe I am. Maybe just for you.”

“No, I think that’s your default.”

“Well, maybe you’re right.”

He leads you to his bedroom and the bed is covered in rose petals with tons of candles lit across the room.

“I told Jarvis to set it up for me. Against other allegations, I am not actually omnipresent.”

“Hmm, something tells that you could be if you wanted to.”

“Really, do tell me more of your brilliant brilliant ideas.”

One touch leads to another as your bodies are getting wrapped around each other, hands freely exploring bodies and long-forgotten secrets.

“Well, my first brilliant idea is this one.” He chuckles as he pushes you against the bed and climbs on top of you kissing you again and again.

“Not bad, I would love to hear more.” You muse as your hands are exploring his hair, diving deep between the fluffiness of it.

“How about this one?” He tilts his head as he settles his body on your side and kicks off his shoes, followed by his hands on your ankles carefully taking off your shoes. “Brilliant legs, I gotta say, congratulations to your parents.”

You are laughing out loud while he drops your shoes to the floor followed by his hands tracing up your legs to your inner things.

“I think I am about to discover my new favorite place.” He smirks as his hand squeezes your inner thigh and a moan escapes from your lips.

“Might think about buying a whole season ticket.”

“Oh, I’m planning on it, baby.”

“Price’s really high.”

“Ah, looks like we can share the place.” His hand reaches for your panties, but he only traces it slightly underneath your dress before sneaking it out and in the back grabbing your ass.

“Lots of favorite new places.” He pushes your dress up your waist as your hands are fumbling with his bowtie gripping it off him and then unbuttoning his shirt.

“You don’t want me to take off my jacket?” He chuckles as he bites his bottom lip. “Not really, no.” You grin and reach to the last button loosening it up.

“Whatever you prefer, miss Y/N.”

“Well, I’d like you inside me.”

“Cutting straight to the chase, I see.”

“I do always prefer the main course.”

“Hm, superior taste as per usual.”

His hand reaches for the back of your dress loosening it up for you to better breathe as he is then exploring your front. Your fingers are fumbling with the button of his pants and he hisses when you touch his crotch a little.

“It’s not like you’d last a long time either. You seem very hungry.”

“Oh, you have no idea just how much.”

You push the zipper down and watch his erection still confided by his boxers and you softly palm it, lips hanging open at the sight.

“You seem very goal-oriented.”

“Oh, always. Can’t get enough of good goal orientation.”

“Might as well cover our bases, shall we?”

He moves away from your side, searching around his drawer for a minute or two till he pulls a condom out. then he takes off his jacket and his pants, throwing them on the floor as you watch him, his muscles glistening off the dim light coming from the candles. He pushes down his boxers, his cock springing against his stomach and you can’t help but lick your lips at that sight.

“Don’t spoil your appetite,” Tony warns you as he rips off the condom with his teeth and then places it on his cock.

“I’ll have it later.” You grin at him positioning yourself on the backs of your hands on the bed.

“Oh, only if you say pretty please.” He is climbing on top of you once again, kissing you deeply as his hand palm your very soaked cotton panties.

“All this for me?” He laughs between kisses as his fingers are getting wetter before pushing your panties to the side and then inserting one finger inside you.

“And even more…”

“Are you gonna be tight for me?”

“Oh, I’m a very tight girl, daddy.”

Tony’s eyes light up as he presses his finger further in, twisting it around your velvet walls, a moan leaving your lips as he begins to work you well.

“I’ll squeeze myself right in, don’t worry, princess.”

Your nails are digging into his muscles, as his arms are moving to grab his cock and stroke it a few times while he is entering a second finger inside you. He groans at the tightness and then scissors his fingers around while his cock is twitching in his grip.

“I’m gonna ruin you so bad.”

“First you gonna have to get in, daddy.”

“Oh, you’re about to scream so much, baby.”

He pulls his fingers and you groan at the loss of them as he brings them close to his mouth to taste you. The way he so sinfully sucks on his own fingers moaning at your taste has your pussy clenching for him.

“Daddy, please.”

“Shh.” He cuts you and then he lines up the cock to your entrance, stroking it up and down watching as your pussy lips ache for him. He liked teasing you now that he knows how much you want him and the way your mouth hangs so open, so obedient and pliant for him.

“Take a deep breath, baby.” He pushes the tip inside and your mouth turns into an O shape at the sheer girth of him. It feels so good, he feels manufactured for you as he gives you a few moments to adjust.

Your nails are now moving to his back digging their way there as he adjusts himself inside you pushing one slow inch after another slow inches looking deep into your eyes.

“I don’t ever want to forget this moment.” He smiles as he grips your thigh and pushes his cock further inside, steadily setting a slow pace, thrusting his cock inside you.

“Oh, daddy, it feels so good.”

“This pretty pussy is taking me so well. Look at her. Shallowing it all in, what a good little girl.”

It feels like heaven, the way the room is lit, the rose petals around you, his body so strong above yours, the dress barely hanging off on your breasts as it slowly is slipping away. His hands are on each side of your face, his lips hanging above yours and your nails scratching his back, trying to devour him and convince him to go harder.

Then he goes faster, the sounds of slapping skin on skin filling the room as his cock is now fully inside you.

“God, you’re taking me so well. Jerk boy didn’t know how to fuck you, huh?”

“He-fuck!” You try to speak but Tony picks up the pace, raising up his body and wrapping his arms around your thighs, your fingers barely hanging on his hair.

“Oh, we’re not starting a conversation about him.” He says almost vehemently and your grip his hair tightly trying to hold on as he seems to fuck you hard and possessively, a different kind of twinkle in his dark eyes.

“Tony, Tony!” You shout as you begin to feel the coil inside you tightening. “I’m close.” You breathe out.

“Oh yeah? Give it to me baby, come on daddy’s got you.” His one hand moves to your pussy, sneaking inside to find your clit and furiously rubbing it once found.

“Daddy!” You moan out as your feel your body shake and tremble underneath his touch, your vision getting blurry until you are soaking his finger with your juice screaming his name, your back all arched out, your fingers gripping on his hair for dear life.

“I got you, I got you.” He repeats as he slows his movements, unhooking your body from him as he is caressing your face delicately, full of love.

It feels so intimate so romantic and somehow behind his eyes, you don’t see the playboy, the mogul, you just see your old friend Tony, who pushed raw spaghetti in his nose to make you laugh.

The memory makes you laugh in the haziness of your orgasm and is only interrupted by Tony pushing his cock out of you. He is manhandling you with weak hands as he switches you around and you dutifully try to steady yourself on your hands and knees.

“Be a good girl for me, baby, keep still.” He whispers against your ear before kissing the top of your head and his breath feels hot and needy, needy for you and your body. You try to steady yourself at his command, his lips now leaving kissing on your shoulders as he lines up his cock once again.

“Look at how well you’re doing for me, baby.” He palms your pussy once or twice, and then he pushes his cockhead inside your pussy, watching as you’re greedily swallowing him in.

“Looks like once is not enough for you. You’re already getting so spoiled.”

His hands are gripping your ass now as he is pushing his cock inside and then he quickly slaps both of your asscheeks.

“Tony!” The tingly feeling of his hand leaves your body in a jolty alarm state, wanting and dripping for more.

“You liked that?” He chuckles and then spanks your asscheeks again. You only gasp as you moan out and your pussy greedily clenches his cock.

“Oh, dirty dirty girl.” He laughs. “You like it when daddy takes control, huh?”

“D-daddy!” Then he repeats the motion again and again until you are falling on your elbows and he only fucks you hard, moving all of your body just for him, using you on his cock.

“Oh, I can’t wait to find out about all of the things that you like.” He slows down, as he is gripping your ass, looking at his cock almost slipping away from you.

“You like getting fucked? Rough and dirty?” He asks you and looks like he is waiting for a response as you try to nod your head for him, angling your head to look at him.

“Like it when daddy cums inside you?”

“Y-yeah.”

“You on the pill?”

“Spiral.” You breathe out and he grimaces.

“Nice. Want daddy to cum deep inside you, fill your right up like his little dirty whore?”

“Y-yes. Y-yes, god yes, please, daddy, please!”

Tony slips out of you and then takes off the condom, hissing as he does so. He then grips you once more, tossing you around and bringing you closer to him.

“Are you sure?” He asks you once again for reassurance.

“Yes, daddy, I am. Please finish inside me.”

He doesn’t lose any more seconds before he is lining up his cock once again, your pussy practically drowning him inside. His hands caress your face tenderly before rising up once again, to place them on your sides. That’s when he begins to thrusts and now it feels intimate, sensual, romantic, like a promise and a homecoming all at once.

“I love you, Tony.”

“I love you, too, baby.”

His thrusts are getting stronger, and harder, deeper until you watch him lose control, his cock is twitching inside you and soon enough he is shooting strings of cum deep inside you. His orgasm triggers yours as you watch him so beautifully shake from up above you, repeating your names like a prayer and his own mantra.

Insane that you had to thank an alien invasion for this.

“I love you.” He repeats again as he brings you closer, kissing your forehead and your hands are naturally wrapping around his body, pulling him closer, never letting him go.

“I love you too.” You repeat and you feel like these new words will become your mantra. The truth is you never spoke about love before, never confirmed your feelings like this. And now you had him, you were here in his bedroom, having made love to him and could hear his hot breath on you.

“You liked this?”

“Yeah, I did, Tony, you were perfect.”

“Was I too hard on you?”

“No, I don’t mind it a little rough.”

“Good to know.”

“What do you like?”

“Anything that makes you scream.”

“Well, I do like to scream.”

“I want you. In every way you are willing to give yourself to me.”

“You’re too sweet.”

“Only for you.”

“That I do believe.”

And you both laugh at the serenity of the starry night.

“Wanna explore the pool? It has heat.”

“I don’t have a swimming suit.”

“Oh, you are never wearing clothes in my house again.”

“Assertive, I like that.”

He rolls off the bed and then he casually picks you up half dressed as you were and places you on the counter. First, he cleaned you off him and then he stripped you naked, kissing tenderly every inch of your body as he did so. Then he carried you to the pool, to the aftermath of the previous party, and descended the stairs slowly, with your hands wrapped around his neck.

“I do like the view here.”

“You’re literally staring at my tits.”

“Exactly.”

You both laugh as you completely sink under the heated water, the starry sky reflected on the deep blue water of the pool. The image was truly beautiful. You sitting on Tony’s lap, his lips never seem to be leaving your skin for more than a second.

Then you talked, about your work, your projects, your company. He sat and listened to you talk and gesture and get passionate about your work. Tony loved watching your eyes light up like that, watching the pride in your eyes and the way you carried yourself.

Eventually, you both got hungry and you got out to rummage the kitchen for any leftovers. There you sat on top of the kitchen counter while he sat on a chair and placed his head on your lap, one of your hands buried deep within his fluffy hair, the most precious conversations of them all happened.

“Miss Y/N, I only got one question left.”

“All right, shoot.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Oh, Tony, I will have to ask my mum, first.

“Understandable.”

You both laughed as you reached down to kiss him softly.

And from now on everything was right in the world.

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The Silent Reaver - ch. six

You and Law speak again, discovering each other for the second time in your lives. Things get revealed, and suddenly, your life changes.

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Warnings: don’t wanna spoil anything but!!! This chapter is very cute imo. Also this isn’t proofread, so there may be mistakes.

Sleeping had been rather difficult last night.

It was hard to explain why, but you felt such terrible heartache over the fact that Law had seemed so uncomfortable with you, after the little incident, at least. He hadn’t even said good-bye, and deep down you knew he did hear you. You would’ve heard him teleport away if the lie you told yourself had happened; that he could’ve left before hearing you.

Your feelings were unwarranted, really. You barely even knew the man. The person you did know was from thirteen entire years ago, when Law was still a broken, traumatized little boy. Now? It was hard to say who he really was. A pirate, warlord, your target? And those were simply titles, they had nothing to do with him personally.

And yet your heart broke at his silence.

You’d cried last night, trying to bury yourself under the sheets and forget it all.You were foolish to feel such hope that a person you hardly knew would return your feelings. Why would he? Law was a stoic man, hardened by everything he’d been through. Romance was probably the last thing on his mind.

When you woke up today, an overwhelming feeling of regret and nervousness washed over you. Maybe you were being dramatic? To think that Law was uncomfortable with you, when he’d spent so much time talking with you, being kind to you, including you in his plans? But soon you’d have to converse with him again, and you prayed that his unspoken question wouldn’t be brought back up, as you had a feeling he wouldn’t accept your answer. At least, if the question he was going to ask was the one you thought he’d ask.

Still, it was a bit strange of you to wish he’d like you. He didn’t owe it to you, so really it was rude of you to hold that against him.

You decided a shower would help clear your thoughts. Rising from bed, you stretched your limbs with an audible yawn, before making your way to the bathroom.

–

You didn’t feel exactly hungry this morning. You chalked it up to your uneasiness, deciding to just skip breakfast and tidy up your room in the meantime. Though, it seemed like somebody had other ideas for you. It was right after folding your clothes that a strange feeling washed over your body, and all of a sudden, you were in a different room.

Looking around, you took in the new surroundings and came to the realization that you now stood in the office you’d been talking to Law in the previous day. Your eyes quickly landed on him, and your lips fell open to form an ‘o’, putting the puzzle pieces together; Law had used his devil fruit to transport you up here.

“You should be glad you did that now and not fifteen minutes ago,” you snapped, a playful undertone in your voice as you spoke, “I was in the damn shower.”

“I’d apologize, but I didn’t do that, so…” Law trailed off, his eyes unable to meet yours now. It seemed like his face was partially hidden in the fluffy collar of his coat.

You bit your lip, wondering if your words had embarrassed him. He… wasn’t imagining if that had actually happened, was he?! You hoped not, but then again, you’d planted the idea in his head.

“So… why’d you bring me here?” You asked, sitting down on the desk behind you.

“To continue our conversation from yesterday,” Law replied, finally looking at you again. “We really only discussed our plans, not about ourselves.”

“I guess you’re right,” you pursed your lips, thinking about what to say next. “Um… what else do you wanna know, then?”

“Just about you,” Law said, cooly. “I want to know who Y/n is. Not Reaver.”

You could feel your cheeks burning at Law’s words, body flushing as your feelings were brought back to the front of your mind again. “Well… I’m not even sure myself sometimes,” you answered, honestly. “I like to pretend I’m a calm, intimidating woman, but that’s who Reaver is, I guess.”

Law simply watched you, waiting for you to continue. His gray eyes seemed to convey that he was intrigued.

“Really, I’m only myself around the girls,” you frowned, realizing you didn’t even feel comfortable with your own ‘family’. “Most of the guys creep me out too much. And I prefer not to get bold with them, kinda like how Baby 5 does.

“She and I act more like sisters now,” you continued, “we bicker sometimes, but most days we spend our free time together, gossiping and just being girls, you know?”

Law shrugged at this. Did he not know any women? You really had no idea about who was in his crew, other than some Mink polar bear. But that was the extent of your knowledge. Perhaps he’d never witnessed a friendship between two women.

“You don’t know, I take it?”

“There’s only one woman on my crew,” Law replied. “So I wouldn’t know.”

A spark ignited in you. Jealousy. Only one woman? Why would there only be one? Running a hand through your hair, you tried calming your feelings down. Even if this one woman had… relations with Law, you had no right to be jealous.

“She’s just another crewmate, if that helps you feel better,” Law rolled his eyes, a little smirk playing on his lips.

Your eyes widened, and you could feel your face burning up again. How could he tell? “Wh-what? Feel better how?” You tried playing dumb, but your flushed face gave it all away.

“You act like I have no clue about your mannerisms, Y/n. I know when you’re feeling certain ways. Just like how I knew you’d lied to me yesterday.”

“Th-thats- I’m not jealous, or anything. So what if there’s only one girl on your crew?”

Law simply laughed, a full one at that. The sound played at your heartstrings, making it pound within your chest. Oh, how you’d long to hear it again. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Whatever,” you huffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “L-lets talk about something else. Um…”

“What are your hobbies?” Law then asked, but you could still see a look of teasing in his eyes. He wasn’t going to let you forget about your little lie.

“U-uhm. Other than practicing with my weapons, I uh… like to draw. That’s a secret, though. Otherwise I’d be forced to spend every non-working hour of my day with Giolla.”

Law chuckled. “Okay… what else?”

“Um… I read stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” He pried.

“It’s… nerd stuff. You’d think I’m weird-”

“Just tell me, promise I won’t judge.”

With a huff, you gave in. “Fine. Comic books and r-romance novels.”

“Comics? Which ones?”

He’d ignored the second part of your answer, and for that, you were glad. “I like all different kinds. Sora’s a good one, though.”

Law’s eyes widened, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his body leaned forward, like he was incredibly intrigued. “You… read Sora: Warrior Of The Sea, too?”

“You like it?” You raised your eyebrows, genuinely surprised Law would be into something like that.

“W-well. Everybody from the North Blue likes it,” Law rolled his eyes.

A giggle left your lips, “I didn’t get into it until I was… mm, I dunno, sixteen? We were already living on Dressrosa by then.”

“You’re still from the North Blue, though,” Law argued. “It’s… my favorite comic.”

“Really? That’s cute.”

“C-cute?!” Law snapped, eyebrows furrowing with anger.

You laughed as you observed the man in front of you. “Sorry. That’s cool,” you corrected.

Law rolled his eyes, copying your earlier movements in crossing your arms. “You’re teasing me.”

“As if you weren’t teasing me five minutes ago, hypocrite!”

Both you and Law laughed in unison at the banter, any awkward, unknowing tension between you guys entirely gone now. It was starting to feel the same way it did back thirteen years ago, when you were kids. Like no time had passed at all, and you were close again.

As your laughter died down, fading away into the cold eerie air, Law cleared his throat. “This… reminds me,” he began to say. “I um, was going to ask you something last night, but then…”

“The prisoners came in,” you finished for him. “And then we… yeah.”

“Right.” Law awkwardly coughed, despite not needing to. “Do you feel the same as back then?”

“How so? I do feel like we’re best friends again, even if we only re-met two days ago.”

“W-well. I just… there was a… connection between us, and even though we were kids… we…”

You weren’t sure what happened just then, but your body surged with confidence, deciding to make a bold statement. “We were… kinda like… um, I guess not fully so since we were kids, but… in love?”

You could see Law’s breath leave his mouth through the cold air as he let it hang open, and you could hear it hitching as you spoke. His face seemed a bit more red than normal, and with amusement, you watched as he tried lowering his hat to hide his face. “Y-yeah. That.”

Looking to your feet, you licked your lips before biting them, a cold numb feeling washing over them as they were now wet, clashing with the cool air of the room. You’d have to answer, but… would it be so hard to be truthful? Every sign Law gave you showed that he possibly felt similarly. Like he was simply too shy to say the words himself, possibly due to sharing your feelings. Suddenly, admitting your feelings didn’t seem so frightening.

“Law, I… I do feel, um, the same.”

He didn’t smile or frown, and you weren’t sure what he was feeling now. Was he relieved? Upset? Was he just dense and didn’t realize he was acting as if he liked you?

“That’s… I’m glad,” he whispered, voice nearly trembling.

Your eyes lit up at his words, heart feeling like it was going to explode at any moment now. Law did love you, then?

He approached you, suddenly, and you had to crane your head up to make eye-contact, as he was taller than you. “I… shit, I wasn’t sure if I was making a good choice asking, but… It’s good that I did. Y/n, all this time… all these years, I couldn’t forget you. I was afraid you’d become another puppet to Doflamingo, that there was no possible way you’d forgive me for running away with Corazon.

“And yet, even though I didn’t really know what you looked like anymore, my heart couldn’t forget the way that I… liked you. And now I think… I think, fuck-”

You placed a hand onto Law’s cheek, feeling how warm his skin felt. Your fingers brushed along his sideburns, thumb gently rubbing against his tan skin. Your faces were so close now, close enough that you could see every speck of slight gold and blue in his gray eyes. That you could feel his warm breath falling from his lips and landing on yours. One of his cold, tattooed hands gently grabbed your waist, holding you even closer together.

“I love you,” Law admitted, gazing into your eyes with a longing, but also with a look of sadness, like he’d been tortured by not seeing you for so many years. But most of all, the warlord looked scared.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you opened them to see Law’s gray ones searching yours, looking for your answer.

“...Law,” you breathed out his name, allowing your free hand to move upward, wrapping it around him to feel for his raven hair poking out from underneath his spotted hat.

Not wasting another moment, you inched your lips closer and closer with his, before finally connecting them. You let your eyes close again, allowing yourself to melt into the kiss, to become one with Law.

Though awkward and afraid, Law returned your movements, letting his lips form against yours, finding the way that felt just right. His lips were smooth and soft, clearly from the doctor taking care of them. He fit right against you, and it made you wonder if his lips were carved to fit with yours, like the two of you were made for each other. His arms wrapped around your waist fully, pulling you closer and further in to deepen the kiss.

Time seemingly stood still, this fragile moment between you and Law being so ethereal and loving that you wanted it to last forever. You couldn’t tell seconds from minutes anymore, as you held each other, bathed in each other’s essence within this cold, dark room.

Soon, you felt Law pushing against you, his body forcing you to take a couple steps backward until you collided with the desk, falling onto it. Though his lips never left yours for a second, and he lowered himself to keep the contact between you both going.

He was so, so warm, filling your entire body up with a heat that was nothing short of love. You wished he’d kiss you forever and ever. Damn it all, the mission, your life as a high-ranking, well respected assassin; you wanted to stay with Law and only with Law. Nothing mattered anymore, and it almost hurt when he finally pulled away, leaving you both gasping for air.

Law licked his lips, and the sight had your heart trembling as you watched in awe.

You practically leaped to connect with him again, but Law stopped you, placing one finger between his lips and yours. “Y/n… wait.”

“For what? Please Law, let me kiss you more,” you pleaded, head dizzy with love for the man in front of you.

“Not yet,” he stammered, your words having a strange effect on him. “I… just want to make sure… this means you’re mine now, right?”

You giggled, finding Law’s question endearing and quite cute. “Of course it does. I don’t want to be anybody’s but yours, Law.”

“Good,” he hummed, before kissing you for the second time, making your heart pound within you, butterflies swarming in your stomach all over again.

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Ghost | Sinners in Secret - Chapter 18

Chapter Seventeen - The Corruption Ritual Incident Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin x Papa “Terzo” Emeritus III Rating: Explicit Warnings: Plot, smut, etc. See AO3 for full list of tags!

A/N: I won't lie, this chapter I really struggled with and pacing is kinda off but the next few chapters already have their outline written so I'm hoping it helps out!!

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The next morning started pretty much the same as the previous one.

Swiss had curled around me at some point in the night, his sweet and spicy scent comforting as I buried my face in his chest, only to be awoken by Sister Imperator barging in again. Swiss and I darted apart, not wanting to give anyone the wrong impression. Quickly, I was ushered into the bathroom again to get ready and Swiss went off in search of some breakfast for us. I yawned as the Sisters worked to get me ready again, ignoring the occasional snide comments from Sister Caterina as I focused on the fact I would get to see my lovers again today.

“Sister, you seem off on another planet today,” Imperator teased, her hand on my shoulder bringing me back to the present. My cheeks flushed as I looked at her reflection in the mirror. “Everything alright?”

“Y-Yes Sister Imperator, I’m sorry. I was thinking about Ter-Papa and Cardinal Copia,” I stuttered, correcting myself to use Terzo’s title in front of her.

“I know you miss them, but soon they will be back here with you.” She gave me a small smile before stepping away. “Come, let's get you dressed. But first, I think Swiss is back with your breakfast.”

I followed her into the other room, coming to sit in one of the chairs by the fireplace as Swiss walked over cheerily with a tray in his hands. My mouth watered as I saw a plate of eggs, sausage, and a thick slice of toast. A mug with steaming tea sat on the corner of the tray as well, and I smiled gratefully at my ghoul as he placed everything down on the table to my right.

“Thank you, Swiss.” I sighed happily as I took the mug in my hands, soaking in the warmth. “Do we know how Copia and Papa are fairing today?”

“Still on lockdown with Secondo last time I checked. They don’t require nearly as much prep as you do for these things, Sunshine,” he chuckled, curling up in the other chair set in front of the fireplace.

“No, I guess they wouldn’t…” I mumbled, pausing to sip my tea and nibble at my food. I was anxious about the ritual today, and I knew having a full belly would make me feel even more nauseous than I already felt. “I’m just ready to spend time with them again.”

“I know, I know. But only a few more days and then you are done, okay?” He placed his hand kindly on my leg and I smiled. “Now hurry up and eat at least a little bit, Sister Imperator is glaring at me and she scares me…”

I ate quickly, still unable to finish the whole plate, and headed back to allow the Sisters to finish getting me dressed and ready. Once more, I stood in front of the mirror turning back and forth to check out my reflection, and couldn’t help but feel impressed with what the Sisters had been able to accomplish.

I was swathed in a dress made of layers of soft, gossamer silk, cut in a renaissance chemise fashion, neckline scooping entirely off my shoulders and skimming low on my chest. The sleeves were large, billowing bishop sleeves that came in tightly at my wrist and had a cuff that came to a point over the tops of my hands. The dress had an empire waist, and the skirt flowed out in a way that flattered my frame. It also had a train that trailed behind me in a wispy, whimsical fashion. I was barefoot today, my toes already chilling on the stone floor, and I dreaded the long walk to the chapel. My hair was down and had, surprisingly, been left natural. On my head I wore a gold circlet fashioned to look like a crown of thorns, the fake spikes dull but still biting into my forehead and scalp sharply.

“Woah…” Swiss gasped before he whistled lowly, leaning against the frame of the mirror I was staring at. “I think they outdid themselves this time, you look like some sort of succubus…it’s…wow.”

“Good wow?” I blushed, swishing the skirts back and forth as I turned to take in all the angles

“Yes, of course, you ass,” he laughed, coming over to shove me playfully. Swiss was once again dressed in his formal robes complete with cape, and he bowed to me with a wicked grin. “Your Eminence, shall we?”

“We shall, Ghoul.” I offered him my hand and laughed as he kissed my knuckles before taking my arm and curling it around his, leading me out to the living room where my court awaited me. “You know, Imperator told me this was a genuine antique gown, like it should be in a museum…”

“Sunshine, the Satanic Church isn’t going to give up a dress that’s been used in this ritual for millenia.”

“But it belongs in a museum…”

“Try telling Papa Nihil that, okay?” he teased before taking a long, white veil from one of the Sisters and carefully draping it over my head, once again cloaking me in an air of pious mystery. Or at least that’s what I thought it did. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Good enough,” Swiss chuckled as he signaled to Sister Imperator that we were ready to start the procession again.

…

Much like the day before, the progress to the Church hall was a slow saunter.

When we finally did arrive, I was thankful that I would be sitting for most of this ritual because my feet felt like blocks of ice. My teeth fought to not knock together as I held back a shiver that wanted to skim up my spine. Once again, Swiss walked me up the aisle towards the altar, however this time I wasn’t made to kneel at the base of the steps. Instead on a small platform was the Papal Throne, a relic from the Medieval ages, which was made of a deep, dark hardwood, and carved with all manner of depictions of the Cardinal Sins. Standing slightly to the side was Primo, who’d again offered to lead this ritual for us, a small wink waiting for me when we locked gazes.

Lifting my flowing skirts I moved up the steps slowly, holding onto Swiss’ hand as he helped me to sit on the velvet cushion of the ornate throne. Gently, Swiss lifted the veil to expose my face and I couldn’t help the small smile on my lips.

“You got this, Sunshine,” he whispered, before moving to stand to my right, arms behind his back as we watched the doors open up and the procession of Copia and Terzo make their way up to us.

They were coming up the aisle together, both had their heads bowed in prayer again, and were dressed in essentially the same outfit as the day prior. Today however their billowing robes were black and under them they wore white linen poet shirts with tight fitting breeches and knee high black boots. Both robes had a large beaded grucifix embroidered on the long train; the glittering beads and gold thread picked up the light and shimmered as they made their way up the stairs to kneel at my feet. Neither had looked me in the eye yet, and I squirmed with a slight pink hue to my cheeks when they bowed their heads in sync.

“It is with great pride that I am here today to continue the ritual for our ascending Prime Mover.” Primo’s voice pulled my attention, and I placed my arms on the armrests and straightened my spine as I felt hundreds of pairs of eyes on me again. “Today brings us a new rite to perform, a new way to prepare our throuple to take the step towards binding together for eternity.”

I swallowed nervously as Primo explained the importance of the ceremony today. Called the Corruption ritual, this one had origins in the Middle Ages. What was originally used to just mock the Roman Catholic Church down the hill, became something of a favorite of the Satanic Church as a premarital binding experience for lovers. The bride, or in my case Prime Mover, would be dressed in white with a crown of thorns, and would sit in the Priest’s chair on the altar platform. Due to my status, it was the Papal Throne I was sitting on, with a large basin of unholy water placed in front of me. There was heavy incense burning in the chapel, which gave everything a hazy glow as I looked at Terzo and Copia through my eyelashes. Both were looking at me like I was a vision from Lucifer himself, and I knew my cheeks had flushed another three shades darker.

Primo’s voice pulled me back - “...to clean Sister of her past sins, to absolve her of any guilt or shame as she prepares to ascend. Her partners will wash her, cleanse her, bring her strength and resolve in their next step in their lives together.” I moved slowly to slide my skirts up my legs, settling them on my thighs, as an attending Sibling slid the basin closer to me.

I held back a hiss as I dipped my feet into the cold unholy water that had been collected from the river outside and purified together by a fire and water ghoul. Terzo nodded his head in the direction of his brother as he reached and took the offered cloth from the Sibling, Copia mirroring him and his movements as well. Primo began to lead the congregation in slow prayer, the sounds of numerous voices droning on making my skin break out in goosebumps.

Copia was on my right side, Terzo on my left; together they started on my feet and calves. They each took a foot out of the water, running their cloth over my skin while praying in Latin under their breath.

Infernus Pater,

Huius Motoris Primi opprobrium eluamus,

Dulcem emissionem damnationis eterne sentiat,

Ut Supra, Ut Infra.

Hellfire Father,

Let us wash away the shame of this Prime Mover,

Let her feel the sweet release of eternal damnation,

As Above, So Below.

The feeling of their warm hands on my skin made me shudder slightly, eyes coming to look back at the pair of them. Terzo had a wicked gleam in his eyes as he leaned down and pressed a warm kiss to the inside of my ankle. I bit my bottom lip as I squirmed under his heated gaze, a small chuckle interrupting his prayers. Copia rolled his eyes, but had a fond smile as he glanced at Terzo and I; an intimate moment between us in the full chapel, as they washed my feet, ankles, and calves. I sighed happily as Copia took my momentary distraction to rub the arch of my right foot before kissing my inner knee. I blushed as he stood, holding the cloth still, and ran it over my face, the cool feeling of the water almost refreshing on my flushed cheeks as he coyly pressed a kiss to my temple.

“Amore…” he sighed, as he took my right hand and kissed my knuckles. “You look deliziosa.”

“Thank you,” I whispered back, cheeks flushed. “I miss you.”

“Il sentimento è reciproco, Stellina," he chuckled. Terzo stood, and just like Copia washed my face and pressed a tender kiss to my temple.

“I miss you too, Tesoro,” he mumbled, pressing another kiss to my left hand’s knuckles as he spoke. “Three more days, yes?”

“Yes. Just three.” I looked out over the gathered congregation, all the eyes on the three of us on the altar.

I felt like some sort of regal painting, my knights standing on either side of me like constant protectors. Primo spoke passionately of the commitment of a binding marriage like ours, our devotion to each other in ways that celebrated the seven cardinal sins. Warmly, he spoke of the bonds between a Prime Mover and her mate; or in my case, mates. I could see his eyes grow distant as he spoke of the love and devotion that would grow from a binding like ours, of the strength that it would bring the Satanic Church as I bore my men’s children. I couldn’t help but blush furiously as Primo handed us a glass of deep red wine that had been infused with several herbs, and blessed in rituals to bring luck and bless us with fertility. I sipped the glass after Copia passed it to me, a little dainty sip.

Terzo had a wicked gleam in his eyes again and smirk to match as he took the goblet from my outstretched hands, and took several large gulps, a quiet ripple of laughter over the congregation. As the ritual was coming to a close, Primo turned to us again and closed the ceremony much like he had the day prior. He gestured towards Swiss, who came over to me and lifted the veil to cover me again. Swiss bowed slightly towards me before offering his hand, helping me stand and make my way off the dais of the Papal Throne and down towards Primo.

“Go in peace, Sister.”

“Yes, Papa. As above, so below,” I murmured, bowing my head to him as Swiss and I headed from the dais and down the steps. Behind me I could hear the call and response he issued to Copia and Terzo in turn.

“Go in peace, Cardinal.”

“Come sopra, così sotto.”

“Lead the flock, Papa Emeritus the Third.”

“Come sopra, così sotto, Papa Primo.”

As Swiss and I were following out the procession of my court again, I couldn’t help but look back over my shoulder towards the altar. I knew this would be the last glance of them both till tomorrow night, the longest stint I’d been away from them since the rituals started. Copia was looking right at me, a sort of shy and lovesick look on his face that made my stomach do flips and knot itself into a ball. Terzo, however, was giving me the darkest, lust-filled glare I’d ever seen. He looked absolutely feral, and a shiver of anticipation for our post-binding night together ran up my spine and settled between my shoulder blades. As I stepped out into the hall, heading back to our suite, I gave them both a little wave and a smile that was obscured by the veil.

“Sunshine?” Swiss’ voice was low as he leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“Yeah?”

“Stop thinking about fucking those old men, we are in public and my pants are too fuckin’ tight.”

I almost choked trying to hold in the bark of laughter that threatened to spill out of me.

…

The knock on my bedroom door made me jump up, giddy as I glanced at the clock.

“Come in!” I called happily, trying to school my face into a picture of a serene woman. I’m sure I looked deranged standing in front of the fireplace as Sister Imperator and the other Sisters that had been chosen for my court came in.

“Alright, Sister. You know the drill by now, go and wait to get in the bath,” Imperator chuckled, as I nodded a little more aggressively than I needed too and darted off into the bathroom. “You seem eager tonight.”

“I’m just excited about seeing Copia and Papa, I spent so much time with them before all this. I feel like I’ve barely seen them.” I said shyly as I waited in my bathrobe for the tub to be ready.

Tonight I’d be dressed in the finest dress I’d worn so far, and would wine and dine to my heart's content. I’d be expected to dance with every member of the Emeritus clan, Papa Nihil included, and several members of the Clergy.

The main ritual, more like a ceremony, was having both Copia’s name and my own added onto the tapestry in the meeting hall. It was supposed to be symbolic of adding the next lines, but also kept track of the line of succession as well. I didn’t care about anything but the fact I’d finally be able to spend more than five minutes with my beloved men, not to mention we’d all be dressed up for the occasion.

The butterflies that permanently lived in my belly lately flew around at the thought of what Copia and Terzo would be wearing this evening. After the party, at three in the morning, I’d be expected to journey by myself to speak with Secondo, and he would guide me through meditations and confessions to help prepare my mind and soul for the Prime Mover ceremony the next day.

When the tub was filled, I slipped in and relaxed as much as I could as the Sisters once again scrubbed me down like a queen. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sister Imperator speaking sharply with Caterina in the other room. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but I could tell it was heated; the conversation ended when Caterina threw her hands up and walked out of my bedroom and into the hallway. Sister Imperator rubbed at her temples before turning to me with an apologetic smile.

“Please excuse Sister Caterina; apparently plans have slightly changed and she is needed elsewhere this evening.”

“I-I hope everything is alright?” I said, granted it wasn’t exactly like she’d be missed in my eyes.

“Yes, yes. More preparations need to be made for the ceremony tomorrow. It's very important, Sister Caterina was just looking forward to dinner and dancing.” Imperator sighed before handing me a cup of warm tea to enjoy in the bath. “It cannot be helped, however.”

After relaxing in the tub, letting myself soak in the hot water until my fingers were pruney, I got out and was once again rubbed down with oils and lotions to smooth my skin and make me smell like a bouquet of fresh flowers. I threw on my silk robe and moved from the bath to the vanity where another Sister went through the process of getting my hair to cooperate for the evening. They decided on a simple bun at the base of my neck, several wispy pieces pulled out to give an effortless windswept look, and they slipped an antique silver comb into my hair to hold the bun in place. My make-up was done simply at my own request; just a winged eyeliner, mascara, a little bit of red eye shadow for some color and a blush lip stain. The only jewelry I was given to choose from were either a large set of dangly gold and ruby earrings or the set of grucifix earrings I’d worn to the club. Without hesitation, I went with the grucifix earrings, and couldn’t help the small smile as I thought of that night.

“Come, Sister,” Imperator called, catching my attention as I took in my reflection. “We’ve got to hurry or you’ll be late.”

I came back into my bedroom and smiled brightly at Swiss, who was sitting in front of the fireplace with a book in his hands. He smiled back, giving me a once over with a nod of approval. With the help of the three remaining Sisters, we managed to get the heavy dress made of deep red velvet off the mannequin and over my head. Once I was tightly laced into the dress, the Sisters stepped back with small smiles and admired their handiwork, while I stood in awe of my own reflection.

“Wow…” I whispered, my face shocked as I took in the final look.

My dress was a princess ball gown style, the bodice reinforced with boning that nipped in my waist and came to a point near my belly button. The neckline was off the shoulder with a beaded collar, the sleeves a balloon style that came in tightly at my wrist with cuffs that were beaded to match. The skirts had been cut in an a-line style but were voluminous, and there had been a small bustle to bump out the back of the dress. Under the skirts I wore a hoop skirt and two layers of petticoats to soften the shape further. I spun happily with a smile, my skirts lifting slightly, and Swiss appeared to help steady me, while holding a familiar black antique silk netting.

“No…Swiss. No…” I whined, crossing my arms and stomping my foot like a child. “You can’t be serious, I don’t want to ruin this dress with that thing.”

“I’m sorry Sunshine, even the ascending Prime Mover has to follow the rules. You aren’t supposed to leave your room uncovered until after you’re bound.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as I glared at him.

“It’s gonna cover up my whole dress…” I grumbled as he came over with a sympathetic smile while gently draping the veil over me.

“You will look beautiful either way,” he laughed, smoothing the gossamer fabric over my head before offering me his arm. “I think the last thing Copia or Terzo will care about is a translucent veil over you.”

“I know…” I graciously took his arm as we headed out into the sitting room and met with the rest of the Siblings that would be accompanying us. “I’m just ready for things to get back to the way they were before, I’d never thought I’d say I miss my scrolls and translations but here we are…”

Unlike the other rituals, because of the informal nature of the ritual itself I didn’t have a huge procession. Instead, our little group was led by Sister Imperator on the arm of Papa Nihil, though one could make an argument that it was like he was on hers. Then it was the three Sisters of Sin from my ‘court’ dressed in formal full Sister robes, complete with white cowl and yoke. They all had their heads bowed slightly and hands together in front of them as if in prayer and after them was Swiss and I, dressed in our finery.

We finally arrived at the Council room where all those weeks ago I had first gained favor of His Darkness Below, a small smile on my face as the doors opened as we approached by two ghouls standing guard at the door. Inside was a lavish party in full swing, music playing and laughter in the air. There were formal seated tables, some small cocktail tables by the fireplace and windows, and a few little seating areas. There was a corner of the room set up with several buffet trays of mouth watering fresh food, and a small but well stocked bar. Only high ranking or specially selected members of the Clergy and Siblings had been permitted to join us out after curfew and everyone had on their nicest formalwear.

A few of the women wore their formal habits, however most wore a more subtle dress along the lines of what I was wearing. Most were taking advantage of the opportunity to wear something completely out of the norm, and the room was a symphony of the sounds of silk and swishing skirts. The men were dressed in different levels of formalwear. Some of the ranked Priests, Bishops and Cardinals were wearing their chausables with various belts and capes to indicate that they were, in fact, dressed up. Some, much like Copia and Terzo had when we first arrived, wore tight fitting trousers and snugly cut tailcoats. They all looked at me as I came into the room, all bowing their heads courteously at me.

“All hail Prime Mover Emeritus,” The hawker called from off to the side, and I blushed at the use of a formal title for me. Everyone repeated the line back as I made sure to hold my head high as they bowed and curtsied to me as I passed them.

Swiss and I followed Imperator over to the edge of the dance floor, where she turned back towards me with a wicked gleam in her eyes. I tried to hide the fact that I stepped closer to Swiss with her sudden change of face but blushed when she took my hand into hers.

“Sister, as you know you’ll be expected to dance with Copia and Terzo, but you’ll also be asked to dance with the other members of the Emeritus clan,” she explained, gesturing to the dance floor that had yet to be taken advantage of. “When Papa and Cardinal Copia arrive, you’ll be expected to open the dance floor with Papa and then Copia. After that, you’ll follow the family tree backwards. For now, let's get you something to eat.”

“Why do I feel like a show pony…” I mumbled at Swiss who had to hold back his laughter.

“Because, Sister, for this one week you are.” Sister Imperator smirked while gesturing to the table in the corner where Primo and Secondo already sat. “Your Multi Ghoul will serve you, sit and please keep the trouble to a minimum.”

“I didn’t realize I was your butler for the evening.” Swiss mumbled in my ear, causing me to chuckle as well as he helped me into my seat and tucked me in towards the table.

“Ah! Sorellina, are you having a good start to your evening?” Primo asked, a warm smile on his face as he slid closer to me and took my hand. “Mi fratellino and il Cardinale should be arriving shortly, they said they needed to go and get something first.”

As if on cue the large wooden doors swung open, everyone in the room turning their heads towards the sound and I had to hold back a gasp as my jaw fought to not hit the floor.

“All hail Cardinal Francesco Copia.” The hawker called out, my cheeks blushing at the use of his birth name before I watched him enter the room properly.

Copia had dressed in what I could only describe as a cross between military uniforms and a prince’s formalwear. He wore a high collar military dolman coat made of a deep red wool; it had gold rope frogging crossing back and forth across his chest and around his waist was a sash of black silk tied tightly. His coat also had gold rope epaulets, and a short black cape draped over his shoulder with more gold rope tying it on across his chest. He wore his customary black leather gloves along with white breeches so tight to his thick thighs it left nothing to the imagination. He wore knee high riding boots and looked every part of a dashing Prince from a foreign land ready to sweep me off my feet.

“Sunshine, you’re drooling.” Swiss teased as he came back with a small plate of food for me, my cheeks flushed bright red and I shoved him slightly as he sat next to me. I turned back as Copia bowed to the standing crowd who had clapped for his entry before repeating back to the hawker ‘All hail!’

“All hail, His Eminence; Papa Alessandro Terzo the Third. Long may he shepherd.”

My eyes moved from Copia’s blushing face to the doors as Terzo entered the celebration. If I had thought my jaw was on the floor for Copia, my stomach had fallen out of my ass as I took in Terzo.

He was dressed in all white; everything from his tailcoat to his breeches and gloves. Everything was accented with gold lace that caught the candlelight wonderfully. He wore a white brocade tailcoat with frogging and roping twisting back and forth, more complex and intricate that what Copia was wearing, the cuffs of his coat had the same decorative pattern but accented with complex gold spanish lace. He too had gold rope epaulets, with a few longer braids coming to loop on the button at his shoulder. Across his chest he had a silk sash with more gold piping, and over his heart he had a decorative grucifix medal made of gold and various red gems. Terzo’s pants were just as skin tight as Copia’s but had gold piping down the side seams and were tucked into his black riding boots. On his hands were his familiar white silk gloves, the only thing besides his papal paints that remained.

“Long may he shepherd.” was the enthusiastic cry around the room, men holding their cups high in a salute to Terzo, who was smirking and soaking in the attention.

“Amore,” Copia’s voice caught me off guard as I jumped and looked up at him. “Scusami, I did not mean to frighten you. I just wanted to come and see you before all the ceremonies started.”

“It’s okay Copia. I’m just happy to see you.” I smiled brightly as he took my hand and pressed a chaste kiss to my knuckles, his mustache faintly tickling my skin. I shivered at his lusty gaze as he took my body.

“Sei così bella stasera, Sorella.” He purred, kneeling slightly so he could lean closer to me as he spoke. “If only I could whisk you away from here and spend the night peeling every layer off one by one.”

“Copia…” I whispered to him, eyes transfixed with his mismatched gaze and leaning in slightly before someone cleared their throat. I looked up, slightly dazed, and blushed at Terzo’s mischievous smile.

“Ah, ah Cardinale. I believe Tesoro owes me a dance, si?” He spoke softly, his eyes locked on mine, as he offered his hand to me. “Shall we, Amore?”

“Of course, Terzo.” I said, taking his offered hand to stand but before he could lead me away I looked back at the starved look Copia was giving me and reached out to take his hand in mine. “Wait for me?I believe you are next on my dance card.”

“Si, Amore.” He chuckled, standing and bowing slightly to me before sitting in my now empty seat. “Watch for his walz, Terso is not the most aware where his feet are sometimes.”

“Bastardo compiaciuto, alcuni di noi non hanno preso lezioni di ballo…” Smug bastard, some of us did not get dance lessons… Terzo bit back, pausing to flip off Copia behind us before taking my arm and leading us out on the dance floor.

…

Just like Copia had warned, Terzo stepped on my toes during our walz.

While Terzo was curing Copia for jinxing him, I laughed and stepped closer to him as we slowed the dance from a more complicated walz to something more akin to swaying in each other’s arms. When the song came to a close Copia was already there, scooping me into his tight embrace and twirling us off with a smug smirk thrown in Terzo’s slightly pouty direction.

If dancing with Terzo felt like falling in love, sweet and tender, then dancing with Copia was like the throws of passionate sex. The man was so attuned with how to move his body and by extension my own, he made it all seem effortless as he gilded us around the dancefloor. He held me close, in ways I knew would make some of the older clergy clutch at their pearls, but I didn't care. It felt so good to be close with him again, the looks in his eyes and feeling of his hands on my body were like an aphrodisiac. I knew Swiss could feel the heat roaring in my belly if his squirming in his seat was anything to go off of.

All too soon our dance came to a close and he bowed deeply to me before passing my hand off to Secondo, who had been waiting for us to finish our dance with a bored expression on his face. It seemed like our time together was cracking that cold exterior however because as we begun to dance, a more simple one-two-three sort of movement, he couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

“You look molto felice, Sorellina. Joy is a good look for you.” He teased, which that alone was enough to make me laugh.

“Thank you…I think?” I questioned but my face was warm. “Thank you for letting me join your family, Secondo. If it wasn’t for you I’d never have known this happiness.”

“In a way, Sorella. I think I owe you my thanks.” He sighed, but he wore a smirk almost like Terzo’s mischievous one. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d never have had the perfect excuse to retire.”

“W-wait what?”

“They wanted me to marry you, as I was the reigning Papa at the time, but monogamy isn’t for me.” He chuckled, taking in my bewildered expression. “So I forced their hand, retired without real permission and gave Sister Imperator the biggest headache of her life. It was a win all round.”

“But did you want to retire?” I blurted, unable to help myself. “Why do all that for me?”

“Oh I did, I really did feel like I was getting too old for the Ghost Project rituals. But I was the one who had the vision and I knew it would have ment a lifetime of sharing my wife, something I am not willing to do.”

“But I thought you said monogamy wasn’t for you…”

“Ah, you misunderstand me. I am someone who prefers the company of beautiful women…only women. But Terzo? I knew he would be the perfect fit, so I retired. Its a win, win for all.” He smiled, something that look honestly out of place on his face as the song came to a close.

I was reeling from the confession, my head spinning. I gave some sort of grunt as a response, my cheeks enflamed, as he chuckled again and handed me off to Primo. “Congratulazioni ancora, Sorella.” He called back to me, waving his hand slightly as Primo and I spun off.

“Sorella, are you feeling well? You did not eat much.”

“I’m o-okay, Primo.” I stuttered, trying to shake off the brain fog and vivid image of Secondo draped under the limbs of multiple women. “Just thrown off I think.”

“So Secondo finally told you why he retired, eh?” Primo chuckled as we danced, despite his age he was agile and graceful like Copia. I looked at him like he had two heads before sputtering my response.

“D-did you know too?! Am I the only one finding out last?!”

“Sorellina you will soon learn there are no secrets in the Emeritus family, we all find out everything about each other. Some things are more willingly shared than others.”

“Does that mean you know anything about me from Terzo?”

“Well…”

“Oh god, what did he tell you?” I groaned, taking my hand from his shoulder to pinch the bridge of my nose.

“Terzo has a tendency to brag about things and well…he mentioned an incident involving the confessional booth back home…”

“I’m going to kill him.” I hissed, turning my icy stare back at Terzo who looked pale at the fury in my eyes before having the self preservation skills enough to look sheepish.

“Ah the virility of young love.” Primo chuckled and my face felt like it was on fire.

#ghost #the band ghost #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #copia x reader #copia x reader x terzo #copia x terzo #terzo x reader #cardinal copia #terzo emeritus #my writing #sinners in secret chapters

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Sex Education: Serious Talks and Possibilities. (Lando Norris)

Part 15. Things weren't supposed to be like this, they need to be fixed.

Previous part: Just Pretend.

MASTERLIST. Note: I'm finally happy with a chapter. What a boost. (Pic Link)

Outsider POV.

Lando had to be pulled out of that club by Daniel. Soon, Sylvie, being the good fake girlfriend she was, followed them. Daniel was clever and he found a discreet place.

"What are you doing mate?"

"Why can she be with him but not with me?!" Lando said loudly.

Daniel sighed. Sylvie was watching. She felt horrible for Lando. By contract, she had asked to know the real issue, Lando told her on their first fake date. They were not the best friends, but they would need to spend a lot of time together so at least they should know what had brought them to that situation.

"I hate this, Daniel. I hate this too much" Daniel sobbed and leaned forward. His teammate hugged him. "I'm stupid. I shouldn't have gone to her that night. We wouldn't be in this situation. I should have stayed in my bedroom. It's my fault"

"It's not. You can't change what happened, Lando. It's not your fault. You went to her and you caught feelings for her. And it's amazing.

YN was in Carmen's arms. She didn't know what to do or what to say. She just wanted to leave. She didn't want to be there anymore.

"Why?" She whimpered. She couldn't understand well why Lando was so angry. She had done nothing wrong, she was just talking to Pierre.

"Let's go"

That night she went to bed and cried herself to sleep. Lando on the other hand got drunk with Sylvie in their shared hotel suite. He woke up naked next to her the next morning, her neck covered in marks. The first thing he thought of was YN.

LAndo and Sylvie fell into this dinamic. It was fake, there were no feelings. They were not dating. But they fucked sometimes. It was good, but he always thought of her. He was so in love with YN, he couldn't just move on and pretend it was nothing.

For YN it was a bit different. It happened on purpose. She called him. She asked him to come over. She needed a distraction. And he was a good one. He was aware the whole time, though.

For both, YN and Lando, it wasn't the same.

"Fuck, I'm sorry" YN pushed herself away from Pierre and the French sighed. What a kick to his big ego. "I'm so sorry, Pierre"

YN picked her t-shirt from the floor and threw it over herself.

Pierre sighed. "It's fine. I understand." He was fully aware of why he was there. He knew YN still loved Lando. And he had nothing to do. He could only enjoy the time this would last.

"I said his name while you were fucking me"

"You are exhausted, you have been for days. I'm not angry"

YN felt a tear fall.

"Come here"

They spent the rest of the night talking. She vent about everything, she cried about it and Pierre simply listened to her.

Your POV.

I watched them as they walked past Alfa Romeo's hospitality and got distracted by the stupid game Valterri and I were playing. George had told me about their new thing. About how they were now fucking. And then when I had gotten angry he asked about Pierre.

Yes, I had nothing to be angry about. We were nothing.

Later that day, I saw my phone screen light up.

Lando: Can we talk?

I bit my phone.

Me: No. Not here.

Lando: I'm in England this week. You?.

I sighed.

Me: Yes.

Lando: Please.

I couldn't say no to him. I could picture his lips pouting and his puppy eyes.

Me: okay.

...

Lando opened the door for me and sighed.

"Sorry for this. Everyone is ill at home and my brother had this planned for ages..."

"Are they okay?"

"Just the flu. Mila and I had avoided it so..."

I nodded. The little girl was on the floor playing with a plastic car.

Lando had called me a couple of hours ago, asking if I mind if his niece was with us tonight. It was his brother's anniversary and no one else could babysit the girl.

He closed the door and I felt tense. It was the first time since the club incident that we talk or even be close.

"How are you?"

"I think you know" I sighed.

"Yeah, I can imagine"

Mila looked up and giggled.

"Come here. She is Mila. My niece."

He picked her in his arms and the girl smiled.

"Mila, this is YN. She is super fun. And nice"

I looked at him and felt my heart tight in my chest.

"Lando..."

"It's true" HE shrugged. "Do you want something?"

"I-I think we should talk. Don't make of this more of what it is."

HE nodded and left the girl on the floor.

"Sit then"

I took a seat on the sofa next to him and he took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry" He went straight to it.

"I know" I said. I couldn't understand what had gotten into him, but I knew him well enough.

"Don't you hate me for the show I gave at the club?"

"I couldn't hate you if I wanted, Lando"

He looked down at his hands and I felt tempted to grab one. But I stopped myself.

"I... I felt horrible. I hated it so much."

I bit my lip. I didn't want to cry.

"I couldn't understand why it was happening. I was angry. I wanted it to be me"

"We can't..."

"I know, YN."

"Sorry"

He looked at me.

"Don't be. It's not your fault. It's just unfair. Because you can lose your seat but I have a fake girlfriend. It doesn't make sense. Any sense. People are calling me a cheater. And... Sometimes that's how I feel. I was supposed to be going out with you but no, it's her. And I don't ever love her. But I have to pretend. I don't like it."

"Once this is over, I will tell everyone what happened" I said. "I have my team working on it. They will sue Alfa Romeo if they need it."

Lando smiled a bit.

"I hope you guys win"

"I hope so"

Winning meant that I could go back to him. I could finally be with him.

We stayed in silence for a while, just sharing looks and laughing at Mila's antics.

"Pierre and you..." So George had told him...

"It's nothing. We have sex sometimes. But... Nothing else. He doesn't even stay after"

Lando nodded.

"And you?" I asked.

"Um... Fine. Sylvie is nice."

"She seems nice."

He smiled a bit and passed Mila a little ball. The kid laughed. She was so cute.

"Sex is different with her."

I frowned.

"Um... I try the things I learnt with you. And she liked them. It's really good. But it's different"

"Really good?"

He nodded.

I felt jealous.

"Not the best sex I've had. But yeah, there is room for improvement"

That hurt. I felt that sting on your chest.

"Same with Pierre. He is fine. But... A bit of aftercare would be fine" I giggled.

He bit his lip and tensed his jaw. I felt bad for feeling so satisfied.

"And the team? How are things?"

"They are kissing my ass now" I said. "They want me to stay because I'm not doing a bad job.

"You are doing amazing. I'm proud of you" HE caressed my cheek and I felt weak.

He got up and left me alone for a moment, coming back with tea and sweets and a little bottle of juice for Mila.

Our shoulders were touching and everything was flying in my head. All the words, the touches, the kisses, our sweet lessons,... My mind was full of memories and I was feeling way too many things.

Lando turned his face to me.

"I wish I had managed it better" He whispered.

I looked at him. Oh Lando. I wish that too.

"I-I... I was an idiot. I was always scared of Pierre. Of you losing all interest in me and giving up. Then we kissed. They caught us and it happened again. I got jealous of Pierre again and let it out on you. It took over me when I saw you two that night. I thought you were already over us "

"Nothing happened that night. He was just telling me he was sorry about what he did"

"George told me. I'm sorry"

I reached for his hand and wrapped my fingers around it. I was sorry too. I was so sorry for everything. So I took it to my mouth and kissed his knuckles.

"I should have flighted more. I just didn't want to lose my seat. I was so scared and everything was so bad between us. Everything was so difficult and... I wish I flighted more"

His eyes were so intense on mine. I missed him so much. Not only the sex, but everything we had built around it. We trusted each other, we cared about each other. We loved each other.

Before noticing, we had both leaned forward. His nose was touching mine and his soft lips were centimetres away from mine. I could feel his breath. I only needed to lean a bit. Only a bit and I would kiss him again. After so many times I could kiss him I could taste his mouth and feel his touch. I just had to lean a little bit.

A cry pulled us out of our trance. I cleared my throat and pulled back. I was blushing. What was I doing? He still had a girlfriend. It was bad. It was fake, but not for everyone else. IT was real for the world.

He got up and picked Mila from the floor.

"It's fine, sweetheart. It's just a storm. Nothing more. We are all fine."

I saw him moving around the place, trying to distract Mila from the storm. I closed my eyes for a second and got up.

"I better leave"

He looked at me.

"No"

"Lando... You have Sylvie. You have a part to play. We... We can't do this"

"No. No please. Stay. It's really bad out there. I-I... It won't happen again" His eyes watered "It won't happen again. I promise. But please, stay"

And once again, I couldn't resist. I nodded and walked closer.

"Hey Mila." I looked at Lando. "Can I?"

He passed me the baby and I cuddled her, then sat on the sofa.

"I like to be held during storms. IT makes me feel safe."

"Are you scared of them?"

I nodded.

"How is it that you never told me?"

"It's stupid"

"Oh shut up" He giggled and sat next to me. "Can I hold you?"

I looked at him. We almost kissed. We should be doing all of this. But I ended up leaning on his arms with his niece sleeping on my shoulder. We were watching a film and it felt good. I wanted all of this.

"Are we okay?"

He whispered.

I looked up at him.

"We could be better, but we are fine"

"I don't plan to ignore you anymore. Fuck them"

I smiled.

"Thanks."

He kissed my cheek and I blushed.

"I still love you"

I closed my eyes and hid in his hoodie.

"I still love you too" I whispered.

Next part: Better times. Taglist: @xgallysonegoodlung @lcuppo @ophcelia @damnyourlife @hannahholland1811 @somanyfandomsbruh @incalescentheart

#Lando Norris #ln #fic #fluff #s*x ed

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yuk1nya-moved · 2 years

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#—ONE LAST TIME

r. rosehearts, l. kingscholar, / gn! reader

warnings : book 1, 2 spoilers , very long LOL , not proofread , swearing , riddle favoratism /j

"..Just one more time. Please. "

*⁀➷ a/n at the end !

￫ summary : You knew you weren't part of this world, he knew that very well you'd had to go soon. But he never expected it on both of your anniversary.

"Hey, [name]! Wake up!" "..'m awake 'm awake..." you say with half-lidded eyes. You turn to check what time it is and why Grim was waking you up at the godforsaken hour of 2 am. "Yo, name the Headmaster is here."

"Ah! Prefect! Finally you're awake. I'd like to speak to you in private." The Headmaster asked. "Eh? Sure." Followed by a yawn.

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As you two were walking to library, you asked "Headmaster, could you tell me what you've woken me for before you drag me to do another errand of yours." "Oho, This is not an errand! This is important news for you! And how dare you think I'd place my responsibilities onto others! I take full offense." He said obviously lying. "Gah! Just tell me what you want so I can go back to sleep." You said while finally arriving at the library.

"Well, since I am so kind I have found a way for you to go home!" huh. what. "W-what..? Are you serious?" This had to be a dream. You're finally going home! "Headmaster, when am I going home? Tonight? Next week?" "Hm, I'm actually not sure. The mirror knows which world you're from but it hasn't been responding to anyone in the past few days. Not even me! Oh how it's pained me..."

Though Crowly was ranting about the mirror ignoring him, you couldn't get you mind off the new news. "Though it seems like the mirror would be fixed in a week." That snapped yout out of your thoughts. A week huh?

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After finally returning to ramshackle dorm, with grim hogging peacefully sleeping on your bed, you decide to check what day it is a week from now. Checking your calendar you count seven days to- oh. oh no. this cannot be possibly happening

It was both of your's anniversary.

↪ riddle rosehearts

Shit. After your discovery of last night you worried on how to tell Riddle. You knew very well he loved you completely and cherished you, you knew how much you helped him during his overblot, and you knew so damn well that he would not take it nicely.

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Its now 7:49 yet you couldn't sleep one bit, I mean how could you with all these thoughts swarming you head yet these thoughts were cut off with a knock at your door. And you knew well who this could be.

"..[name]? Are you ready?" The one and only Mr. Rosehearts. Its been a habit for the both of you to do morning walks before classes start and you of course, forgot about it. "Im so sorry 'm" you were cut off with a yawn " I'm just really sleepy. I might take longer than usual so you can go ahead without me."

"Ah, no need [name]. I can wait." He said. After atleast 45 minutes of getting ready and having to spend another 5 minutes to try and make your eye bags less visible you were finally ready, "Im so so sorry to keep you waiting Riddle." You apologized while walking down the stairs.

There you saw Riddle napping, very unlikely for him. But as much as you didnt want to, you had to wake him up. Giving him a gentle shake he woke up. "..[name]? Oh, have I fallen asleep?" "Yes, yes you did riddle" giggling at him "Well I see that you're ready. Shall we go now? We are a quite late to our usual schedule." While he gestured his hand out to you

"Yes, lets go now." While smiling at him. The day went on usually, classes, Grim amd Ace bickering, and most importantly your daily little tea party with Riddle.

"Wow, these tarts taste better than before. Did Trey and something new to it?" You happily said. "U-um I actually made them this time." Riddle said clearing his throat "Really?! Wow you've improved after your oyster sauce incident." You complimented him as a tint of red covers his face. "Ahem-! Why thank you dear. Though beside the tarts I can see you didn't sleep well last night. Care to tell me what's wrong? I am your boyfriend after all."

Oh yeah. You were contemplating about lying to him or telling the truth. As much as you didn't want to worry him, you had to tell him soon.

So you explain your situation to him.

A minute of silence passes by and neither if you wanted to talk. Riddle knew he should've been happy for you but he's feeling the complete opposite. He doesn't wanna lose you, he really doesn't. But alas, all things come to an end.

"Ok then. Im happy for you." You could hear his voice crack in saying that "Riddle.. I'm so sorry. That I wont be here for you anymore, I wont be able to—" thats when you were interupted with chaste kiss on the lips.

"There nothing for you to be sorry about, my dear. You were brought into this world by accident, theres nothing suprising about you wanting to go back. I will cherish the sweet memories I've made with you."

Now that just sent the waterworks going. The fact he was so patient and understanding with you, contrary to his personality with other people.. you were definitely gonna miss him. He wiped your tears and hugged you "I believe its best to spend quality time with each other in you last few days, don't you think?" He smiled at you "Heh, you're right" you finally return him a smile

Your last few days at NRC were quite different than the ordinary school days. Cater snapping the most pictures with you, Ace and Deuce trying their best not to stress you out, and Trey baking different recipes for you to try before you go. But most importantly, Riddle constantly complimenting you, holding your hand any chance he gets, and has been bit more open to PDA. You were gonna miss all of this.

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The day of your anniversary with Riddle and the day you leave Twisted Wonderland. Of course you prepared something special for him.

Matching necklaces both had a half-heart pendant with a ruby gem on top following the shape on his and the same for you except your's had a [color] gem on it. You already wearing yours while packing his in a velvet box

While packing your things, you heard a knock on the door. Fully expecting Riddle, you were quite surprised at the sight instead. Ace and Deuce holding up a banner saying 'we'll miss you :(' while crying, Trey handing you a basket of pastries, and Cater gifting you a photograph of Heartslabyul including you

You felt like crying again at the sight of your friends caring about you, you really were gonna miss them. But instead you thanked them all and hugged all of them. "Thank you! Thank you!" You exclaimed "No problem, we wanted to give you something before you leave y'know? And Riddle waiting for you at the center of thd Rose Garden." Trey said "Now off you go to your boyfie~" Cater teased.

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Finally after what felt like hours of finding the center, You finally saw Riddle sitting on the bench. "Riddle!" You run up to him to hug him. Riddle, who was suprised by your sudden ambush, quickly got used to this. "Happy Anniversary, my dear." You quickly pull away to pull the velvet box out of your pocket "Happy Anniversary to you to, Riddle" you smile as you give him the box

Upon opening it, he was in awe by the necklace. "Thank you very much [name] as he gave you a peck on the forehead. And I almost forgot, here you go"

As you open the box you see— a ring! "It's actually been a dream of mine to live my life by your side, but it seems like not all dreams get granted do they? So here a promise ring. Promise me you'll always take care of your self?" "Riddle.. I-I.. Thank you so much, I love you.." you hug him as you cry out how much you'll miss him.

He cant keep up this façade any longer, he started crying too telling you how much he'll also miss you and how he loves you. After a bit of crying you were interupted with Cater's phone snapping a pic "So, so, sorry to ruin the moment but it seems like the headmaster's calling you [name]" Cater said

"Oh, okay." You remove yourself from him "Shall we go now?" giving him a smile "Of course" he replied

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Finally saying your last goodbye's, it was time to go. all the times you spent here will be reduced to memories you can never relive. Shooting Riddle a soft glance, you saw his genuine smile again. For the last time.... Then you step into the mirror.

It seemed like our fairytale ended with a blank page

↪leona kingscholar

Shit. Fuck. Putangina. Persetan. 他妈的. You started swearing in every language possible because out of all your days at NRC this was the most stressed you've ever been. 4:29. its 4:29 am you've been in circles for almost 2 hours. I mean, A part of you were joyed that you were finally going home! But another part worries about all the memories you've made here.

Feeling all too overwhelmed by all of this, you decide to go to your boyfriend ; leona kingscholar

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After what felt like 45 minutes, you're finally at the chamber of mirrors. Stepping into Savanaclaw, you wait for the mirror to fully transport you there. Thoughts come down crashing again, what would happen, how would he react? You dont want him to overblot again. But then what wo—

Your thoughts stop as you realize you're already in Savanaclaw. Heading to the Dormleader's dorm, and knocking on the door "Leona?" You open the door and take a peek you see the lion just wake up at your knocking and voice. "Eh..? Who the hell.." he groans quietly "Leona? Do you mind if I come in?"

"Yea, sure" as he scratched his ear though pissed you woke him up it was you who woke him up tho. Doesn't mind having another thing to cuddle, right? I mean why else would you wake him up?

"Leona, could we talk?" "Go for it, I could care less" as he yawned. He expected you to just talk about his sleeping problem or his studies or something. But definitely not this.

As you explain to him your situation, you couldn't help just breaking into tears. You were gonna lose Leona, Savanaclaw, and more and that just made you break down. He was definitely not expecting you to drop a bomb on him then suddenly cry?!

He was obviously suprised by the entire situation right now, but he had an s/o to care for right now. So he gestured for them to sit on his bed. Leona is foreign to comforting others but he'll try.

"So- Um. You need anything? Water, orr what?" Instead of answering you just kept sobbing into his chest. So he just embraced you instead, soon you both drifted off to sleep.

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After waking up, and quickly realizing you slept on Leona's chest you tried to escape his grasp quietly, trying not to wake him up. After finally getting him off of him planning to go back to ramshackle to get ready.

Upon opening the door, you were greeted with Ruggie there. "Leona! Wake u- woah!" "Ruggie!" You say surprisingly "Not much eh? Also could'ya tell Leona to wake up? We still gotta practice for the interscholastic games ya'know." Ruggie ask then he leaves the room.

"Leona, Leona," you nudge his shoulder "Leona! Wake up!" Practically trying to shake his whole body "..I'm awake... Why the hell are ya' wakin me up this early?" "Leona. Its 8. Also Ruggie mentioned you have interscholastic practice or something. C'mon wake up!" Shaking him even more violently when he fell asleep again "fine, fine, but you gotta come with me for wakin' me up this early" you agreed with him as you tried to drag him out of his bed

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While walking towards the spelldrive stadium, Leona finally asked you about last night. "Oh, um, Crowley found me a way home." You answer quietly. He almost felt his heart drop at that. You were going home? You wouldn't be in this world anymore? "Eh, that lazy ass crow finally did something?" He was trying his best to keep cool, well both of you were nearing the stadium and he had to stay strong for his dormates

You giggle a bit a his response, not sensing his sadness. After finally reaching the stadium you wave him goodbye to return back to your dorm. After waving back, Ruggie knew there was something off about the dormleader "So, what's wrong?" The slightly startled dormleader mumbled a quick 'nothing'

So Ruggie was right, there's something wrong. It was never that easy to startle Leona. As much as he wanted to ask him, he thought it was better to keep quiet.

Nothing really changed in your last few day, except the fact Leona had started to make more of an effort to make you smile.

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The day has finally come, goodbye to Twisted Wonderland and goodbye to NRC, and of course you didn't forget about you and Leona's anniversary. Though you both agreed not every year not to get gifts, you just had too.

The gift you got him is a was a threaded bracelet in savanaclaw's colors. You hoped that he'd accept it since you thought it looked cheap or pathetic (i guess?) for a prince.

Finally leaving your dorm, you and Leona had planned to meet for a bit before going. "Leona?" You knocked at his door once he opens a door, you quickly pull him in a tight hug. He laughed as he ruffled your hair. You pull away and give him the bracelet "I know we both agreed on 'no gifts' but I just wanted to- " "No need to apologize y'know? I mean I also got one for ya." He also handed you a brown varsity jacket with a savanaclaw print of the front and Leona's name on the back.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you... I'll really miss you" Leona stayed silent, it was unusual for him to. But he didn't know how to really respond, you were going away for real instead he just hugged you tight.

Finally breaking the hug, you tell him if he wants to accompany you to the mirror chamber.

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Finally saying your last goodbyes to him and kissing him before you go, you finally step into the mirror

He really can't have anything huh?

￫ A/N : ITS FINALLY DONE i was supposed to also do azul but then i lost all my inspo for him sorry azul fans . I dont think this is one of my best works but yea

also either the chiyu fic or the genshin dating headcannons fic gets realeased first, in like probably 2 weeks minimum

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The Satanic Panic VII +18

Devil!Perv!Eddie Munson x Witch!Sinclair!Reader

For other chapters/story summary check out: https://usetheeauthor.tumblr.com/post/691280498281070592/the-satanic-panic-series-masterlist-18

Chapter Summary: With a new murder victim, the town is on edge but somehow Eddie’s popularity rises. Noticing that you’re on edge about the attacks, Eddie decides to put a hold on the hunt and gives you a night of fun.

Word Count: 5.5k+

Warnings: mentions of death, religious themes, blasphemy, pining, sexual content, nipple play, pillow humping, little dry humping, biting, clit stimulation, bit of cum eating, heavy petting, breath play, fluff towards the end

VII. Wrath

You scrubbed away at the blood, watching it go down the shower drain. What the hell was that dream? It wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been real. And yet there’s a bloody handprint on your body identical to the one in your dream. Blood doesn’t just randomly appear.

You brush off the incident for now. There were important matters ahead. They’ve claimed a second victim. Picking up the book of names, you head over to Eddie’s place to discuss the craziness of it all.

When you arrived, Wayne Munson was sitting outside on the picnic beach, taking a smoke break while reading today’s newspaper.

“Hello, Mr. Munson.” You greeted.

“Morning, Ashley. How ya holdin’ up?”

“Honestly, a little on edge.”

“Who could blame you? Someone’s going around killing people at random and somehow they’re still trying to point the fingers at Eddie while the killer remains on the loose.” You could tell he was frustrated. Wayne knew that his nephew would never harm anyone.

“People will believe whatever fits their narratives. I know the truth of that night. I’ll always be there to defend him.”

“I know. That’s why I don’t feel the need to worry much. You’ve really been a huge support in his life. Eddie always tells me how grateful he is to have met you.”

“Really?”

“Yep. That boy’s got it bad for ya.”

Your face begins burn as you grew bashful. “I’m sure it’s all friendly. Eddie and I just have a great respect for each other.”

Wayne shrugs. “If you say so.”

You smile awkwardly at him before entering the trailer. You turned the knob to Eddie’s door and you’re greeted by a shirtless Eddie who must’ve came from the shower moments ago. His hair and chest is slightly wet. You found yourself hypnotized by the water droplets trailing down his abs down to the v line of his abdomen, jeans hanging on his hips. He looked absolutely sinfully appetizing.

You snapped yourself out of your trance, worried that you might drool. “Shit! Sorry!” You hurriedly tried to close the door only for him to stop it midway.

“Would you relax? It’s not like my dick’s out or anything.”

“Uh. Um. Well, I…” You were blubbering like an idiot, unable to form a coherent sentence and he just stood there smirking at you.

“Why don’t you get in here? Take a seat. You probably need the break after hearing the news.” He knew that you were obviously dumbstruck by the compromising situation you found yourselves in but he was willing to give you an out since serious matters needed to be discussed.

You nod, quickly walking passed him and sitting at the edge of his bed. He shuts the door behind him, locking it. For some reason, that makes you audibly gulp.

He stares at you. “Something wrong?”

“I had a dream last night!” You blurted out, wanting to deflect from this tense situation only to end up bringing yourself into another one. You couldn’t possibly tell him you had a sex dream involving him and Steve. “Actually, it was more of a nightmare.”

Eddie leans against his dresser, arms crossed. “What was it about?”

“I got attacked by a guy I met at a bar.”

“Oookay?” Eddie responds, not sure where this was going.

“Well, he didn’t actually attack me. I’m honestly not sure what he did to me but I was bleeding and his hands were covered in my blood. Then, he touched me. When I woke up, there was a bloody handprint from where he touched me.”

“Are you okay?” He’s genuinely concerned.

“Not really. When you told me they found a body this morning, I knew my dream had some relation to the situation.”

“Who was the guy? When I find him, I’ll—”

“No. You can’t reveal yourself to him.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s the Archangel. He touched me in my dreams and suddenly a handprint manifests itself into reality. Witches can jump through dreams but can never leave a physical mark. And I’ve recently read in the book of names that—”

“Only divine beings can leave behind physical messages from the spiritual realm,” His eyes squeeze shut at the frustration. “They’re fucking onto us. Did he say anything significant to you? Maybe we can piece together some things.”

“Well, the night at the bar, he told me what the tattoo on his wrist meant. It was 001. Then, he asked me if I needed to be saved. In the dream, though, he asked me to join him.”

“Shit. He’s imprinted on you. This means that we have to be extra cautious about how we move forward. We might have to lay low for the meantime.”

“Lay low?! Another innocent person has just lost their life because we didn’t act fast enough. How many more will die before we do something? What happens when they get to their last victim?”

Eddie nods, agreeing with you but still set in his orders. “Was there anything else he said? Anything is something.”

“He said “she” saved me. I’m not sure who ‘she’ is but she must be the ringleader of all this.”

“She? You mean to tell me there’s angel bot ranked even higher than this guy. We’ve gotta find this her or we’re screwed. The book probably has it written down somewhere.

“I highly doubt it we’d find the info there. We need to go to the site of the attack. I can do the precognition spell—”

“It’s dangerous on your own.”

“I know but what choice do we have? I don’t want anymore people dying when all of this could have been prevented if I were a better witch.”

“You can’t keep placing blame on yourself.”

“It’s easier said than done, Eds. We know more about this stuff than anyone. The more blood is shed, the more it’ll be on our hands.”

“What if we get Nancy and Robin to help you?”

“I wouldn’t want to risk their safety.“

Eddie sighs. “Fair enough.”

He looks down at your fidgety frame. You really are on edge. This was a lot of pressure added on you. “Where’d he touched you?”

You lift your skirt just enough to reveal your upper thigh. “Here. Now, there’s just bruises. Hadn’t noticed he gripped me that hard since I was so paralyzed by fear.” You chuckled nervously but your breath hitches when Eddie lowers to his knee in front of you.

His hands travel between your inner thigh and you involuntarily clasp your thighs together, trapping his hand there. He looks up at you, eyebrows raised. “Spread your legs.”

You couldn’t. You were sure he could smell your arousal. It didn’t help that he was still shirtless. How was it so easy for him to turn you on? You knew you had to obey, though, because you could see his patience running thin. So, slowly you pry your thighs apart.

He moves one leg wide enough and looks at your inner thigh while you tried controlling your breathing.

“Shit. You’re marked.”

“Marked?”

“You’ve been marked with the mark of the beast,” He points at the numbers between your legs and you looked down. “It signifies loyalty and devotion. He’s tagged your dreams so he can enter your mind whenever he wants.”

“Couldn’t you do that, too? Maybe if you override his influence, I’ll be free.”

“I chose not to mark you with the mark of the beast for a reason. People who get marked by it become soulless subjects. I wanted everyone on my side to have their own free will. Including you. I couldn’t possibly put you through that.”

“Will I become soulless?”

“No, you’ve already devoted to me. All he can do is haunt your dreams. You probably won’t be able to conduct the precognition spell anytime soon. He’ll only pick your mind.”

“But we have to. It’s the only way we’ll get more information. There has to be a way I remove it.”

“I’ll kill him.”

“B-but he’s so powerful.”

“So am I.”

“What about laying low until you recall everything?”

“I think I know enough.”

“Maybe. But we’ll let Steve be the judge of that.”

“Oh, so now he calls the shots?” Eddie feels his anger spilling over. Why’d you bring him up all of a sudden. Steve wasn’t your god. He was.

“I’m only suggesting that you could use the second opinion. Wouldn’t you like to be fully ready? I don’t want you getting hurt or anything.”

He rubs at the bruises at your thigh. “Just let me be the one to worry about you now. I’ll be fine.”

You can admit that it did feel good having him caress you this way. You were so used to the rougher touches that when he would touch you softly, you’d greedily relish in it. You place a hand over his while he continued to rub at the marks, eyes staring into each other’s. The metal of his rings did little to cool down your heated skin but they still felt incredibly nice digging into your thigh.

Now both hands rubbed up and down your thighs, he digs his nails into them and you gasped. He climbs over you, his erection pressed against your clothed cunt. His mouth sucks and licks at your neck, your eyes rolling back. Eddie grinds himself into your core and it just felt so good to have his body over yours. You scratch down his back causing him to bite your neck.

“Ah.” You cried out.

Then he pulls away from your throat and you get to see his face again. His eyes are pitched black. It should of frightened you but you were lost in them, paralyzed even. His bottom lip lightly grazing over your own. There’s a knock on his bedroom door, halting the activity.

Coming back to your senses, you blink up and around the room. Eddie groans in frustration, peeling himself off you and heading for the door. You sat up in a daze.

Eddie answers the door and it happened to be the guy you were dreading to see at the moment. The guy you drunkenly kissed. Steve.

“Hey, Eds,” Steve greets before making his way in. “Sorry, I’m late. I had a group of girls asking to join and— Hey…Ash.” He shoots you a small smile.

“Hi.” You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

Steve looks between you two. Eddie’s shirtless, your skirt risen for any boy to indulge. “Should I have come a little later?”

“Nah, um, you’re good, ” Eddie says then awkwardly clears his throat. “Ash, would you show him the mark?”

You sit back on your hands, parting your legs slightly. Steve is confused at first with the energy of the room before his eyes bugged out of his head. “The mark of the beast?! Who did this to you?”

“The man at the bar. The archangel.” You answered

“Fuck,” Steve shakes his head. “I should’ve been there for you. I dropped the ball.”

“It’s not you. I left myself vulnerable in his presence. He knew to target me and now I’m paying the price.!We have to hunt him down.”

“No. Killing him should be the last option. This mark could be so soul binding that if he dies, you might die, too. There is an option we can try though: The Severance of Souls spell. We can cut ties between him and you for good.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“It’s not going to be easy though.” Steve states.

“Oooof course, it’s not,” You say in frustration. “Why won’t it be easy.”

“During the spell, you’ll enter a state of mind that resembles our world but slightly off. If you figure out the difference, you’ll be led to your soul and given the opportunity to free it. If you don’t…you’ll be trapped in your version of hell possibly forever.”

“Goddamn.” It was all you could say. Either you hunt the archangel and die or free your soul and die.

“What makes the spell a better choice?” Eddie questions.

“I’ve read an old book about witchcraft that states that there’s a 75% chance of survival for the Severance spell compared to a 50% chance of survival killing the archangel.” Steve explains.

“That settles it, then. We’re doing the Severance spell.” You’ve made up your mind. If you didn’t break free from the mark, you were sure he’d come after your family. The look in Henry’s eyes in that dream showed you that he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

“I’d think this through, Ash.” Eddie reasons.

“We don’t have time to think through things through. We’ve just got to do it,” You put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “I’ll be okay.”

You turned your focus back to Steve. “So when can I do this spell?”

“We can do it tomorrow afternoon before the Hexennacht celebration. I’ll teach you the spell, too.”

“I hope I don’t die before I get to celebrate my first witch holiday. I’m really looking forward to party.” You joked.

“You’ll do fine. You’ve got it.” Steve encourages.

“We should probably read through the book and see the new victim’s name, though. The police haven’t released it to the public but it’ll for sure be in the here.” Eddie informs.

“Right on. But dude, not that I mind much, but will you please wear a shirt?” Steve laughs, throwing a shirt off the dresser at him.

Eddie huffs, pulling on the t-shirt. You picked up the book and the boys gathered around you, flipping through the pages before landing on a page. The archangel’s list only a page away.

You looked on each side of your shoulders, the boys encouraging you to go further. You flipped the page like ripping off a band-aid.

#2 Billy Hargrove….

“I know him! That’s Lucas’s girlfriend’s dickhead of a stepbrother.” You stare up at them. “Wait. Am I allowed to call a dead person a dickhead?”

“You die a dickhead, you’ll forever be one in my book.” Eddie shrugs.

“I gave him a little visit one time. A barb-wired baseball bat in hand because he tried putting his hands on my brother,” Eddie chuckles at your story. The thought of you swinging a bat around directed at a man twice your size was a sight he’d pay to see. You continued, “If I had to guess the deadly sin he was taken for, it’d definitely be pride. The fucking ego on that guy.”

“Oh, it’s definitely wrath. I went to high school with that guy back in L.A. Serious anger issues.” Steve counters.

“Wrath and gluttony,” Eddie began. “He’s claimed 2 lives within our age group. Two people that have some significance to us. So…”

“Looks like we can narrow down the list of victims to people around our age and/or people we know.” Steve finishes.

You feel anxiety creep in. This confirmed your worries. There was eminent danger your family will hasn’t experienced yet. It did not help that you were attached to the Leader of these beings set to destroy humanity itself.

—————

You ended up having to leave the boys because of a call you received from your dad at the police station. You knew it had something to do with his suspicions on the murders and that he wanted to gather some information. You couldn’t get him involved in all this of this.

When you arrived, immediately, Sheriff Jim Hopper greets you. “Hey, kid, you’re lookin’ a bit shaken. Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, just my job’s wearing me out.” You shrug it off, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Alright,” He sounds unconvinced. “Well, your father’s waiting for you in his office. Try not to be so hard on him. He’s had a rough day.” He pats your shoulder the walks away.

You rest your hand on the knob, slowly turning it and swinging it open. “Dad? You wanted to see me.”

“Yes, Ashley, come on in. Shut the door. Have a seat.” He says, briskly.

You do as he says, trying to remain as cool as possible by sitting up straight and making direct eye contact.

“So, Ashley, I’m sure you’ve heard that we’ve discovered a new body.”

“Yeah, I’m aware.”

“The victim died in a similar way to Chrissie Cunningham. It’s almost strange that not long after your friend was released from prison, a new victim is found.”

“It’s not Eddie. It was an angel bot. I thought you believed me.”

“I know and I’m really still learning this spiritual and supernatural side of you, your mother, and your siblings but I also reason with logic.”

“This is above logic, dad. Thinking in terms of what’s possible in the human realm is pointless. Their powers transcend beyond comprehension.”

“Then, just tell me…who do you believe is the next victim? What’s the targeted preference? I need to know to save your life.”

“I don’t know. It’s not like I’m in the minds of the angel bots or something.” Although, they were definitely in yours.

“I’m not sure I believe that.” He says through clenched teeth.

“I don’t know what to tell you.”

“The truth.”

“The truth is, I have no idea who the next victim is.” You really didn’t. You were withholding the targeted demographic but you couldn’t tell him that for his safety and yours.

“You realize people have been speculating, making rumors about our family especially you. People talk in this town, Ash. You know this more than me. They’re saying you and Eddie have been ‘hanging out’ a lot.”

“You mean, the thing that most friends do?” You inquire, sarcastically.

“It doesn’t look so friendly based off eyewitness accounts.”

“Well, maybe eyewitnesses need to mind their business because they don’t understand anything.” You were getting defensive. This wasn’t good. You needed to keep your cool from any further speculations.

“Have you ever heard the term Hybristophilia?” Your father asks.

You scoffed. “Are you saying I’m some obsessive fan for Eddie?”

“I wasn’t trying to call you that. I’ve just been noticing that Eddie has gotten lots of attention in the media and from girls in town. Most of them being fans of him for their attraction to those who commit crime. After the tv interview, the hysteria has gotten so bad that the police station are constantly receiving phone calls from townsfolk begging to speak with Eddie or set him free, And it’s not just women but men come to his defense, as well.”

“Maybe some people are supporting him for the wrong reasons but I don’t think it’s so bad defending someone who’s clearly innocent.

“Okay, so allow me to spin this scenario. I’ll accept that the angel bot took Chrissie’s life. However, what if I were to say that Eddie might have gotten so high of the attention that he would be willing to do anything for it. Including going to sought out his first victim so he can continue getting support. After all, Infamy is fame regardless of the reception.”

“I’d say you have a creative imagination, dad,” You stood up from your seat. “I need to pick up Lucas from basketball practice.”

Your father sighs then nods. “Alright, you’re free to go.”

You give him a purse-lipped smile before walking out the station. The moment you got to the car, you were racking your brain. Why did everything your dad say suddenly make sense? Eddie has been acting a little strange lately. Meaner, sometimes. You were beginning to question if it were really him or the actual devil took over.

No! There’s no way he’d kill for attention. Eddie was never the type to care for popularity. Sure, he’s powerful now but he wouldn’t force his superiority in such a way.

You parked near the basketball court. Lucas notices you, waving goodbye to his team then running over to enter your car.

“Hey.” He begins.

“Hi.” You say.

“Can I stay over at your place tonight? Mom is constantly listening in on my conversations with Max. She keeps saying it reminds her of her relationship with dad and it freaks me out.”

“Don’t be so freaked out. You’d be glad to have a relationship that loving.”

He groans. “Please don’t say ‘loving’.”

“Oh come on, you never told Max you loveee her.” You say, a teasing infliction in your words.

“N-no.”

“Jeez, and I thought high school was puppy love city. Guess times have changed.”

“Yep, It’s not like your olden days where people would court each other and get a pop of soda at the diner.”

“You little shit.” You stretch out one hand off the wheel to attack him while your eyes remained on the road. He wriggled around to avoid your hand, the two of you laughing.

“Fine,” You say, focusing back on driving. “You can stay at my place tonight. Erica’s gonna feel so left out, though.”

“She stays over at your place all the time. She’ll be fine.”

—————

You were busy reading through the book of life for more information. You could at least read the parts that weren’t in Ulkic. People really did die in the strangest of ways all around the world. Honestly the book, sort of scared you. Again, why did Joyce own this book?!

Multiple knocks on your door cause you to jump up, no longer sucked into the laws of the dead.

“I’ll get it!” Lucas says, quickly sprinting to the door. The door swings open and a whole group floods in. There was Will, Mike, Dustin, Eddie, Steve, Robin, and Jonathan.

“Hey, Ash.” The groups says as they pour into the living room.

“Whoa, Lucas, you could’ve warned me. I’m practically naked.” You were dressed in pajama shorts and a giant t-shirt. Running to your bedroom, you threw on a sweater and figured it was decent enough.

When you got back, everyone was gathered around the coffee table setting up some games and snacks. You walked up to Eddie, “What are you guys doing here? And why hadn’t you told me you were coming?”

“It was a surprise.” He smiles, before grabbing your shoulders. “I’m just trying to lighten you up. You’ve been so tense lately. Figured you could use some moments of levity. Especially since, tomorrow you’ll do the Severance spell.”

“Yeah, I guess. I could use the break.”

He hums in agreement before, pulling you a little over to the side. “How was the talk with your dad?”

“Not good. He thinks your some kind of a serial killer and that I’m covering you because I’m love with you.”

“He thinks you’re in love with me?”

You nudged his arm. “That’s what you got from that.”

“Sorry, it’s just that I thought he believed us. Cops, am i right?”

“Yeah. Fucking cops,” You shook your head. “He says he’s trying to think ‘logically’. Thinks your doing this all for fame. He should write for horror movies with that crazy imagination.”

“Yeah.” Eddie simply says before joining the group.

Oh no. Why did that make you suddenly suspicious of him? Why was he so dismissive of the conversation? He was the one that pulled you to the side in the first place. No. You had to stop this overthinking.

You sat with the group. “What are we playing?”

“D’n’D.” Will says, excitedly.

Your eyes quickly dart to Steve, Robin, and Jonathan. “You guys play this game?”

“Nah, we just wanted to come and support you. We know you’re not feeling well and we didn’t want you to go through it alone.” Robin smiles.

“Oh, contraire, we’re…” Dustin gestures to his friends. “…here to play D’n’D with Lucas and Eds.”

“Gee, thanks for the support, Dustin.” You rolled your eyes. “But why here?”

“Because Eddie insisted we do. Because he loves you.” Dustin says, making kissy faces.

You noticed a blush creep onto Eddie’s face. He narrows his eyes at the teenager. “You little shit.”

“Come on, let’s get this nerdy game started already.”Steve speaks up, grabbing a player card. “What’s this?”

“That’s where you write out all the things you’d want for your character.” Jonathan speaks up.

The group stares at him.

“Oh come on, I don’t play this shit. I literally have a brother who’s freakin’ obsessed.”

“You totally play it. He’s too shy to admit.” Will teases.

“Nothing wrong with being a nerd. I’m a huge nerd.” You admitted.

“Yeah, alright, swim team captain.” Eddie says, sarcastically.

“I really am. I was valedictorian for crying out loud.”

“Getting good grades doesn’t make you enough of a nerd.” Mike challenges.

“Oh, it is so like you, boys, to gatekeep everything you feel is exclusive to you.” You shook your head. “Newsflash. Girls can be nerds. Now let the games begin. I think I’m ready to make some nerds cry tonight.”

You had no idea the rules for this game and it made the expert players shake their heads and laugh at your cluelessness.

“See? Not a nerd.” Dustin smirks.

—————

The group had been deeply immersed into the game laughing and joking around. Half of you didn’t understand how to play but you enjoyed your time anyway. It was especially nice seeing Eddie be himself. He was silly, fun, and nerdy as ever.

“You've been following this tunnel for about 120 yards. The water on the floor is ankle deep and very cold. Now and then you feel something brush against your foot. The smell of decay is getting stronger. The tunnel is gradually filling with a cold mist.” Eddie paints the scene, his voice mixed in with theatrics as Dungeon Master.

“I don’t know guys. Sounds kinda suspicious. Can we see something up ahead?” Will asks.

“Your torchlight’s within range, the tunnel is more or less straight. You don't see any branches or doorways.”

“Let’s go for it!“ You exclaimed.

“We haven’t asked enough questions.” Dustin says.

“Live a little.” You say, rolling the dice.

By the end of the game, you all were defeated by Vecna. The younger boys looked at you in disappointment for your decision. “At least, we had fun.” You gave a nervous laugh.

Everyone began to pick up after themselves as the night grew late. The group making their way to head out.

Steve gave you a longing hug before he left. You knew full well that he still thought about the night of the kiss. You and him were bound to speak of it once he’d get the privacy to bring it up with you.

Your brother had crashed asleep in your bedroom and you were stuck having to contemplate sharing the bed or staying on the couch.

“Great,” You threw your hands up, walking into the living room. “He took over my entire bed.”

Eddie chuckles.

You were busy, cleaning up the coffee table, slightly bent over, when you felt a hardness against your ass. Then, a pair of hands grip your waist. You quickly shot up, wide-eyed, the back of your head hitting his chest.

“E-eddie? What are you…” He silences you when his hands come up behind you, cupping your breasts. He uses his index finger to circle around your hardened nipples through your shirt, careful not to touch them directly. Your eyes fluttered closed.

“I just wanna make you feel good.” He whispers near your ear, placing a chaste kiss on your temple.

“But Luc—”

“He’s asleep. Long as you stay quiet, he’ll remain that way.” He growls, lifting your shirt to expose your stomach, he brings his fingers around the sides, digging his nails into the soft flesh and scratching. The sting actually felt so good that you moaned. Your hand flew to your mouth and you feel him smirk against your shoulder.

“That’s a good girl.” He praises you. You took the initiative to keep the loud noises from tumbling out your lips. You deserved a reward.

His fingertips brush up and down the length of your stomach, although ticklish, it also felt so damn nice. Then, he blows into your ear and your knees buckle, ungracefully falling to them with Eddie following behind you. His hands are still on you, cupping your breasts and kneading them while placing soft kisses on your neck.

“Feels so good.” You mewled.

“I’m glad it does, little one.” He just couldn’t stop smiling at the state you were in. You were usually the reserved, dry humor kind of girl and with one touch from him, you were now a whimpering submissive.

He unclasps your bra, your boobs freely bouncing from the gravity. His mouth water at the sight of your hardened nipples and perky tits.

“They look so perfect.” Eddie groans, moving your arm back and around his neck so that they were out of his way.

He notices your hips thrusting and searching for some form of friction. Taking a large pillow from your couch, he places it on the floor between your legs, resuming his ministrations on your hardened peaks. He’s pinching and flicking them expertly with his fingers while you rocked against the plush material under you.

If these shorts hadn’t been in the way, you’d really gush. As if he heard your thoughts, he tugs at your pajama shorts from behind, moving them to the side just enough for your clit to be in contact with the thick seam of the pillow.

“Unhh, fuck.” You bite the skin between your index finger and thumb.

Eddie notes this. You really loved pain.

He gathers your hair in a tight ponytail, yanking your head back against his chest. A gasp melds into a moan once you feel his beautifully full lips attacking your neck again. He begins thrusting himself against your round and ample ass, no longer able to restrain himself. You can feel how hard and huge he is even with the barriers of clothing between you two. Goosebumps lighting across your skin when you hear him moan your name for the first time.

“All you have to do is ask and I’ll give you exactly what you need.” Eddie says, breathlessly, continuing to play the instrument that is your body.

“I want you to…need you to…” You whined out, not having the strength to finish your sentence.

Eddie could feel himself getting frustrated. Why were you still stalling this tension between you two? You were riding hard against the pillow beneath you and, yes, he found this extremely sexy, but you weren’t answering him the way he wanted.

While one hand continued to tease a nipple, the other was now sliding down inside your pajama shorts. You were extremely wet that it shocked him. He hardly did a thing. You wanted it bad yet you resist. Why?

He rubs you through your panties, hearing you whimper desperately for him. “Eddie….please, it’s too much.” You panted but he wouldn’t let up. Not until you finally begged him to fuck you.

He rubs at your clit just right enough to have a new flood of your wetness soak through your underwear and coat his fingers.

“Gonna cum.” You whispered while resting a hand over the one circling your clit.

If he was truly evil, he’d pull away as a petty form of punishment for you not giving your body to him. However, he was so enamored seeing you in this much pleasure that all he could do was give in to you.

“Cum, baby. Soak my fingers in your cum.”

His words sent you over the edge, you topple forward shaking and quivering in your earth-shattering orgasm. He kisses your neck still hovering over your body and toying with you until you physically had to yank his hand out of your shorts. When you came to, you looked down noticing that your arousal had wet the pillow beneath you.

Eddie’s hand had been wet with your arousal as well. You hear sucking behind you, realizing that he was tasting his fingers. If you’d broken your self control, you would jump his bones this very moment.

You look over your shoulder and he gives your ass a light smack, smiling down at you.

“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” He says.

You felt pride in your chest at his words. Did that mean that you tasted better than all the other girls he’s had? Including…Chrissie.

He picks you up, carrying you onto the sofa before attempting to walk away.

You grab his forearm. “Please, don’t leave me.” You sounded needy but you couldn’t care less. You just wanted his skin on yours.

“I’m not going anywhere. Just getting a blanket. They’re still in the hallway closet, right?” He thought back to the first night he slept at you place.

“Yeah.” You were getting super sleepy but you couldn’t close your eyes until he was laying right next to you.

He comes back with a blanket, putting it over your bodies as he squeezes into his position behind you.There was barely space for two but you both made it work. Him acting as the big spoon in the cuddle position.

His arms are tight around your waist. He whispers, “You better come back from that Severance spell or I swear I’ll come and find you myself regardless of the rules or whether the archangel’s watching.”

You turn your head back, kissing his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be back. I promise.”

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Build me Up, Break me Down (Loki x Female Reader)

Read chapter 20 here// Series Masterlist

Chapter 21

Summary : You can't escape your past but you can't escape Loki either

Warning : 18+ Smut, Serious God kink, Mentions of prostitution, prostitution shaming, Blackmailing, Reader needs hugs

He didn't return that night but he called you to tell you that it would take longer than he thought it would. Next morning when you woke up, you didn't feel excited to go to work today, the incident yesterday had scarred you. As you walked to work, everytime a man looked at you, you could only think if he knew. You also feared that the man would come back again.

"Why do you look sad, Mr Hottie did something?" Charlotte asked you and you smiled

"No he's perfect"

"I can see that" you smiled, that's the problem, he's pretty perfect and you're just you.

.......

"Where's the tesseract, it's not in the tower" Loki asked Thor as they returned from the mission

"Why are you asking?" Thor looked at him with suspicion, there was a part of him that still didn't trust Loki as much as he wanted to

"Just for information" Loki sighed and headed straight for his room, he was tired, he didn't get any sleep of course and he missed you. He told you that he'd come back to you but it wasn't in the cards. He showered and decided to take a nap, it was around 10 and he knew you must be busy. He closed his eyes and the image of your face flashed through his head, before he left last night you just seemed sad. You told him that it was because you were worried about him but he just had a feeling you were lying to him. He could always tell that if nothing.

You just had an hour left in your shift when that man from yesterday came back, he brought a friend along this time. Your heart started thumping as soon as you saw them, what was he doing? If your manager finds out you would get fired from this job as well. Charlotte went to attend them but he requested to see you, telling her that he knew you. So you nervously walked over to him

"What would you like to order today sir?" You focused on your notepad not wanting to look at their lustful gaze

"What are you offering today baby?" He snickered and his friend laughed. Your eyes teared up and your heart sank immediately,

"You can.. they have umm..a discount" you stuttered and that made them laugh

"A discount, you hear that Mel, this cheap whore is providing a discount"

And that was it. You ran out of there and hid yourself in the bathroom, hoping they would leave soon. You called Loki once but he didn't pick up, he must have been busy. You felt sick and you just wanted to curl up in your bed along with Loki and just stay there. The only place where you have felt safe in your life but did you even deserve to stay there?

When your shift ended you stepped out of the restaurant, you thought you'd walk with Charlotte if Loki wouldn't come but her boyfriend was picking her up and you didn't want to interfere. As you came out, that guy started following you along with his friend, you called Loki again but he didn't pick up this time as well.

"Hey baby come with us, I'll pay more than whatever you earned in that restaurant today" you clutched onto your bag as he stood in front of you, his other friend was behind you

"Come on, just an hour, I'll give you 500 bucks, that's more than enough remember, Marcus took only 10 dollars" he reminded you how cheap it was for them to buy you.

"Please leave me alone, I don't..I don't do it anymore, please let me go" your eyes teared up as you felt the familiar dread building inside you. You tried to walk past him but he took something out of his pocket and it made you stop in your tracks

"That's you right, look that's you drugged out of your mind as we fucked you, you don't remember that now do you?" It was a picture of you, naked and tied up, dirty words were scribbled on your body, he had several pictures of you like that.

"You're famous now baby, everyone saw you on the news, just imagine how much I'll get paid to sell these pictures" Your eyes widened as he said that, that would ruin whatever life you thought you had. And what would Loki think? He wouldn't even want to look at you let alone be with you

"Please don't do that" your voice trembled as you tried to snatch the pictures from his hand

"You have my address that I gave you yesterday, if you don't want these to get out there on the internet, come to my place tonight, you'll get paid and I'll give you the pictures" You walked past him as the fear gripped you, they followed you until you reached the hotel making lewd comments all the way. As soon as you got inside your room you broke down again, the pictures they showed you flashed in front of your eyes.

……

Loki woke up around 6 in the evening

"Fucking hel y/n" He cursed as he checked his phone and he noticed that you called him twice but he didn't hear it. Why didn't he hear it? He called you instantly as he dressed up to go see you, but you didn't pick up. When he reached the hotel, he knocked on your door with urgency and it took you a minute before you opened the door. You gave him a smile but your face looked different, he just knew you had cried and he blamed himself for hurting you again

"I'm so sorry darling, I didn't hear your calls, I don't know why"

"It's okay Loki, it's okay, can I see your phone?" You asked him and he gave it to you

"You put it on silent probably, I fixed it" you showed him how to turn the ringer on so he won't be confused next time,

"How was the Mission?" He sighed as you asked him that

"Tiring and boring, did you have a good day?" He asked you as he grabbed your arms and pulled you closer

"Yeah..good day..I had a good day"

"Then why are you so sad darling?" He cupped your cheeks and made you look at him, your eyes were filled with tears

"I just missed you..alot" that wasn't a lie, you did miss him.

"I missed you too, I wanted to come see you but I was late, and then I fell asleep"

"It's okay, I'm happy you are here now" you stepped away from him, you wanted to tell him everything, but you felt scared, you felt embarrassed about those pictures, once they got out there you'd never be able to face him or have any type of relationship with him. It will all get ruined, he'd be mocked and ridiculed for even getting himself involved with you

"What are you hiding darling?" He asked you and you shook your head but your voice came out in broken sobs

"I think we shouldn't be together Loki"

His eyes teared up instantly, you didn't want to be with him? Why? What did he do?

"You think? Why?" You looked up at him but then you looked down

"I just.. we are different, we are different people"

"I know that but why does that matter now?"

"I'm a mortal and you're a god, don't you want a goddess or something?" You stepped away from him and crossed your arms

"Are you still upset with me about what I did?"

"No I am not upset..I just.. you need to find someone of your own league you know"

This was upsetting him, it was breaking his heart, he didn't understand where was this coming from and that is why he never wanted to get so deeply attached to you like this, he knew once he gets all in he wouldn't want to stay away from you. You looked at him and his eyes were teary, he was not saying anything and that bothered you more than anything

"Loki? Say something" you mumbled softly and he smiled

"What do you want me to say darling, I didn't come here thinking that you would talk about leaving me" Leave him? You never wanted to leave him nor will you ever stop loving him. He's the only man you'd ever love in your life again, other men just seemed horrible and they did horrible things.

"Everything was alright, what happened? Did someone say something to you?" he placed his hands on your shoulders and you shook your head.

"Then what is it? Tell me the truth" he pulled you closer and wiped your tears with his thumbs "What is it that's bothering you darling?"

"Lokiii I can't.. I can't"

"You can't do what?" He made you look at him, something was happening, you were hiding something and he wouldn't let you do this to him.

"Do you really want to be with me or do you just feel pity for me?" You asked him, and he knew that is what has been eating you up

"Why would you ask me that darling? Do I treat you as if I pity you?" You shook your head

"You're loving and gentle with me and I love that, but would you treat me like I'm made of glass if you didn't know about my past?" he pulled you closer and kissed your forehead before he spoke

"I treat you tenderly because you're mine to do so, and I still think I'm not doing enough, I still think that you deserve more, your past may have given me a different perspective about your life darling and I don't want to do anything that would make you feel unsafe with me but that doesn't change how I feel about you, I felt a certain way about you the day you begged me to take you, your cries wounded me and I didn't even know you back then, I tried to ignore you but I couldn't, and I don't know why you affect me, I have no reasons as to why I'm so enchanted by you but it's not because I feel pity for you, that I know, what do you want me to do darling?" whatever he said tugged at your heart strings but you still couldn't believe his words, you still felt that he thought of you as nothing more than the girl he had to protect because she was lonely and hurt. You walked closer to him and cupped his cheeks, then you went on your tip toes so you could kiss him

"Fuck me how you'd fuck me if you didn't know about what happened to me"

He shook his head as he heard that, he won't be cruel with you, he won't degrade you. "You can't do that now can you? You can't be rough with me because you're afraid you'll break me even more, more than I have been broken before"

You mumbled to him and he shook his head again

"That is not why, that's not the reason darling"

"Then what it is? I have heard you with those women loki, you don't treat me like that in bed because you think I won't be able to take you" You clutched his jacket and he glared at you

"That's enough alright, you want me to fuck you? Is that what you want?" He grabbed your hands and his lips clashed with yours, he pressed his thumb on your chin and opened your mouth so he could slip his tongue inside, whatever you felt you needed in the moment he was going to give it to you, he would give you everything. You moaned into his mouth and he picked you up then he laid you down on the bed, you gasped as he ripped your tank top in half, exposing your breasts, you took his jacket off hurriedly and his t shirt followed, you loved undressing him like that

"That's my god, that's what I need Loki" he groaned as you said that, blood rushed to his cock instantly and he wanted to bury himself so deep inside you that you'd feel him for days to come

"Sit up" he commanded you as he stood on the edge of the bed, he waved his fingers and his pants were discarded and thrown in the corner of the room

"Come here darling, put that mouth to better use" you felt yourself gushing as you heard his commanding voice. You crawled over to him and stroked him with your hands, then you licked the tip of his cock

"I almost forgot how good you taste my lord" his cock twitched in your hand and you opened your mouth to take him in, he gripped your hair in his fist and shoved himself deeper, your eyes teared up as he hit the back of your throat, the sight was too much to bear for him, he grabbed the sides of your head for leaverage and thrusted his hips in and out of your mouth, your face was all messed up with your own tears and drools, that made him want to go feral on you, his instincts wanted him to let go of all the boundations but you weren't ready for that side of him. Not just yet.

"That's what you wanted? Wanted me to use your warm body for my pleasure, is that it?" You'd say something if you were capable of doing so, your panties were soaked with your juices, his moans got louder as he got closer and closer to his release but he didn't want to cum yet, not until he had made you feel all roughed up and limp, not until he has given you what you needed. He pulled himself out of your mouth and he tore your shorts off too, the sight of your sky blue underwear all soaked with your wetness drove him insane

"Look at you, you're dripping and gushing" he took them off and kissed you, taking you down along with him

"I bet I'd just slide right in that greedy slippery cunt" he whispered and you let out a loud moan as he thrusted inside in one quick motion

"Wasn't wrong now was I?" He wrapped your legs around his waist as he pumped in and out of you, his lips juggled between your own lips and then you felt him sucking on your nipples one by one, then he kissed you again

"Mmm yess fuck ..yess my god, you could never be wrong"

He cupped your cheeks and his tongue played with yours, just fucking you like this made him want to go further and beyond, he wanted to own you and he knew you'd let him own every piece of your existence if he'd ask you to, the knowledge was enough for now.

"I'm your god little girl, go on pray to me and show me your gratitude"

That was the hottest thing you have ever heard in your life, he was your god and you'd devote yourself to him even though you didn't feel as if you even deserved to be in his presence

"Thank you for fucking me with your cock my god, Loki I .. I just I just want to please you in every possible way and I know you'll answer all my prayers no matter how dirty they get, I just want to offer myself to you"

"Like an offering? I love that darling, might even build a shrine for myself in this warm little body of yours"

"Oh yess yess please yess" you absolutely melted in his arms as he said that, this kink wasn't one sided it seemed. You wanted to worship him and he wanted to be worshipped by his mortal.

"I want to bow down to you and kiss your feet" That shattered him in pieces

"Fucking hel darling, I'm going to fill you up so good and maybe you can show me how grateful you are to have your god's cum inside you, clench that warm pussy around me little one but hold for me, you can not cum before me" your walls clenched around him and he growled in your ears as he let go, you could feel his cum inside you, it was there deep with in you but you could feel it all too well, his messy hair, heavy breathing and the look on his face, he was a sight to adore amidst his orgasm

"There you go darling, you are blessed now, show me how much you worship me sweetheart" he wasn't moving, he wasn't doing anything, you felt so close but he had stopped all the movements

"Loki oh god, pleassse I need to cum"

"I know you do and you're going to, just hear my voice and focus on that" he whispered in your ear and you felt your clit tingling, he wasn't even touching you

"Feel me inside you, I'm there, your god is in you and i just filled you with my seed, took your pathetic little body and used it for my pleasure, now I want you to show me how grateful you are to have this gift, you're chosen little one, I chose you to bury myself in"

"Oh Lokiii"

"Cum for me sweetheart, you're almost there, let go, I know you can, I know you can" you clenched your walls around him and that was all the sensation you needed, his words had pushed you over the edge already, your body convulsed underneath him as you let go

"There it is, beautiful, so beautiful" he kissed you softly as you rode through your orgasm. He was done being rough with you, he gave you what you needed and he wanted to be tender with you again, he just had to do that, not just for you but him as well. He cleaned you up, then you both showered, then he put clothes on you and wrapped you around in a blanket before he cuddled you on the bed, You stayed there for a while, just enjoying the comfort and safety of his arms but the fear and insecurities seeped in again so you pulled away, sat up on the bed and looked at him

"What is it Princess? You know you can talk to me right" he sat up and gave you your space, he knew something was bothering you and he just wanted to fix it

"Awful things happened to me loki, so awful, but I can't change them no matter how much I want, I thought I could start afresh but my past would always come back for me" he looked at you as you said that

"What do you mean hmm?" His thumb caressed your cheek and your eyes teared up again

"I can't escape them, those men"

"What men?" His jaw clenched and you wanted to tell him everything but what would he think of you?

"There's this man.. he ..when I was a whore, he fucked me and he came yesterday at the restaurant" he hated it whenever you addressed yourself like that, when you used that word to demean yourself, he never saw you like that, your past doesn't define you, he admired your tenacity and your will to move forward. You are so brave and he just wished you could see that.

"What did he do?" He asked you and the shame rose inside you,

"Loki"

"What did he do?" He asked you again and you broke down in his arms. You have been holding it since yesterday and you couldn't anymore. Not when you felt so safe and warm with him.

He just knew you weren't going to tell him so he had to get inside your head.

He promised himself that he wouldn't hurt mortals again well not until he had to lead this planet towards its eternal doom,

But As soon as he saw your memories he knew he was going to find them and kill them all.

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