#I wanna give her a stronger jawline but i keep messing up

[qwainte]

I've been making family OCs for the main three, the preps, and the greasers. At the rate I'm going I should have them all out by 2050 :)

Anyway here is a WIP of Gord's mom

[darkmulti]

I see your request is open for hc yay!

Can i request A!JKxO!Reader where jK has a huge dick and reader is a virgin and also his mate. So JK marries her and forcefully deflowered her and forcing orgasms out of her (bleeding/blood play while deflowering her is up to you). She found out JK’s obsessions of forcing orgasms out of hers until she passed out every night. JK also has a breeding and breastfeeding kink so he wanna knock her up just so he can breastfeed on her. He locked her up, all the time he spends with her is used to breed her while forcing as many orgasms out of her. Ok thats too long of an ask, sorry.. 🥺 thanks! 💜

-> I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH SHAUSHSHS

⚠️: NON CON, mention of blood, breeding kink, breast feeding kink, multiple orgasm, dacryphilia kink, angst, death, murder, slapping, somnophilia kink, rough sex

Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Virgin!reader

-> sorry for any mistakes

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Your breed and Jungkook’s breed are not on good terms

The reason why is because your breed have better senses and are a lot stronger

Jungkook’s breed is the second strongest and let me tell you, they don’t like second place

Since they outdo your breed in numbers, they travel around in large packs and kill wolves your kind

If they eliminate all of you, they’ll be on top

Your parents raised you to stay away from them

They’re just trying to keep you safe because you’re their only child

They allowed you to explore the forest, but you couldn’t go too far

They still needed to be able to smell you out

You’re parents also told you howl if you felt like you were in danger

And you can only explore during the day time

Once it’s night, you must stay close to your parents so they can protect you

One day, you were sitting close to edge of a cliff

This was your favourite spot because it gave the perfect view of the sun setting

10 minutes later, you decided to go back to your pack only to be horrified by the scene

Your pack… everyone was dead

Blood everywhere

Bite marks all over their body

You walked into the crime scene more and saw your parents dead on the ground, next to each other

You immediately burst out into tears, not believing what you’re seeing

“Mom! Mom, please! Wake up!” You nudged her but it was too late

You sat down in between your parents and grieved the whole night

Why couldn’t they kill you too?

You were about to close your eyes but, caught an unfamiliar scent

Your natural instincts kicked in and you got up

You started looking around but that’s when something attacked you from behind

You fall to the ground and knock out after they give you one hard blow to the head

The next morning, you woke up in a bed

You frantically looked around, trying to put the pieces together, but that’s when he popped out of no where

His scent didn’t fail to reach you and once you inhaled it, you remembered all the traumatizing events of last night

Your heart rate increased and you immediately started to panic

“Where’s my mom?! Where am I?! Take me home!”

You started to freak out

“My mom told me to stay away from monsters like you! Leave me alone!”

You let out a piercing howl and made a run for it

However, Jungkook was faster and much, much stronger

He got a hold of your wrist and dragged you back to the room

He quickly pulled out his phone and shoved it in your face

You were squirming around at first but once you heard a familiar cry, you stopped

Jungkook was showing you live footage of wolves your breed, tied up god knows where and howling for help

Your heart crumbled into a million pieces

“W-why are you doing this to us?” You choked on your sobs while watching your breed beg for mercy

“Marry me, and I’ll let them go.”

You looked at him, appalled

“Marry? I won’t marry you. After you killed my family, you want to get married?!”

You pushed him away from you and slapped him

Jungkook poked his cheek with his tongue and quickly dialed a number

“Kill them all.”

You look up wide eyed and shouted “No!”

“You don’t wanna marry me so, now I have to kill them.”

“Wait! No! I’ll marry you! Please set them free!”

Jungkook smirked in victory and told his buddies to stop

“Wedding is tomorrow. Everything is planned, all you have to do is get all dolled up for me and say “I do.”

He left your room as you sat down on the edge of the bed, wiping your tears away

The next day was the worst day of your life

They woke you up early so, they could start getting you ready for the wedding

Once you said “I do” at the alter and signed the paper, Jungkook lips turned into a evil grin

After sealing your marriage with your first kiss, Jungkook drove you both back to your new house

Once you got inside you turned around and faced him

“I did what you asked. I got married to you and now, I’m your mate. You got what you wanted. Now show me live footage that you’re letting the wolves go.”

“You’re so cute, y’know? You really fell for it. The footage wasn’t live. Those wolves have been dead for a while. I could show you the footage of me killing them, if you’d like.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach

“What do you mean? It wasn’t real?!”

“You’re so naive, little one.”

You look at him, dumbfounded

“Why did you kill all of them? Why did you kill my pack? I just don’t understand. Why did you kill all of them just to marry me in the end?”

“Lower your voice, I don’t like being talked to in that way.”

“Go fuck yourself!” You yelled and turned around to leave

He pulled you back and carried you downstairs to the basement while you kept thrashing and yelling

“Let me go, you sick bastard! I don’t want to be near you. Your scent is disgusting!”

You made the worst mistake of your life that night

That was the first time you made him angry

He tried controlling himself but, after you insulted his scent, he wasn’t going to go easy on you

One hard slap after another shut you up pretty quickly

Now, you were terrified of him

Your cheeks were warm and stinging as hot tears glided down

All you could think was “why?”

Why was this happening to you?

Why was only your breed being targeted?

Why did he kill all those wolves?

It mentally tore you apart

You couldn’t wrap your head around anything going on

Before you could fight back, Jungkook got on top of you and pulled your dress down

“W-what’re you doing?!” You quickly grab your dress and struggled to keep it up

“No! No, please! I’m not ready! Please, I’m not ready! I hate you!”

You began to panic, so naturally you howled

“Please! I want my first to be someone I love! Please, don’t do this to me! I’ve never done anything bad in my life! You can kill me if you’d like!”

Crying and fighting wasn’t enough to stop Jungkook

He pushed his whole length in and started fucking you hard without letting you adjust

You frantically cover your breast and private part with your hands but he flipped you around and took you from behind

You felt disgusting and worthless

Your blood was streaming down your thigh and it covered his cock

Jungkook grabbed your ripped wedding dress and wiped up all the blood so, you’ll never forget this day

He threw it in front of you to make you feel even more bad about yourself

You looked away from the dress and focused on your breathing

The speed he was going at was unbearable therefore, it was quite hard to catch your breath

You started to cry for help, calling for anyone who was brave enough to save you

Jungkook’s size wasn’t easy to adjust to

It felt like you were being ripped apart

Especially because it was your first time

“P-please! S-slower! I can’t-”

Your voice cracked in between your sobs

You felt his cock grow inside of you and his tip began rubbing against your cervix

The pain was too much to handle so, you started to cry harder

“No! Too much! I can’t take it!” You wailed, trying to move away from him

He pulled you right back and went as deep as he possibly could

You came around him and thought it was over

Little did you know, it was just the beginning

Hours later, you were under him sobbing hysterically

You were filled with his cum to the point where it was leaking out of you

There was literally a puddle of cum in between your legs

You had bruises all over your arms and body because of his tight grip

And his strong scent made your head spin

You were a helpless, mess

Hickeys covered your neck, collarbone and jawline

Your lips were swollen from all the rough kisses

Your clit was burning from overstimulation

Your cheek was red and bruised

But, Jungkook didn’t plan on stopping

You felt like you were going to pass out when suddenly ripples of forced pleasure pushed through your body

You held your breath and tried fighting off the feeling but it was impossible

You started to cry more, not being able to handle the fierce orgasm

You sobbed uncontrollably, not know what was happening to your body

Before you could open your eyes again, you passed out

Jungkook hovered over you again and fucked you 10x harder after watching you spasm around him

He didn’t care that you were unconscious

You looked so hot in that moment, he couldn’t resist

This continued on for the rest of the year until he purposely impregnated you

If his offspring had a mix of his genes and a mix of your genes, it’d definitely be one of the strongest wolves to ever live

You were crying so hard, telling him to stop because you weren’t on anything

After you found out you were pregnant, he blamed it on you

“You have one fucking job and it was to take your pill.”

“I ran out of pills and I told you that night! I told you to stop. Jungkook, I tried my best to warn you but you didn’t listen-”

He pushed you back on the bed and forced another orgasm out of you, not caring about your pregnancy

You couldn’t fight him off so, you stayed still and hoped for the best

You didn’t want to stress out because it would be bad for your baby

Although you were pregnant, Jungkook demanded sex

Even when you were 8 months pregnant, he still fucked you as hard as he could

You were in so much pain but handled it for your child

The next month, you gave birth

You were obviously new to the mom life and it was quite difficult to adjust

Usually, women have to wait 4-6 weeks before engaging in sexual intercourse

The doctor explained it to both you and Jungkook, so it’s not like he doesn’t know

After you breast feed your newborn son, you tuck him into bed and go to your shared bedroom

You were still in a lot of pain and really wanted some rest

Jungkook was out hunting and when he came home, he was a bit intoxicated

You smelt the alcohol the moment he stepped in the house

He stumbled his way upstairs and slammed the door shut, scaring your newborn

Your son started to cry so you quickly got up to put him back to sleep but Jungkook didn’t allow you

“See what you’ve done? You wouldn’t have to deal with this shit if you had just taken your pill.”

You ignored him and went to your son’s room to put him back to sleep

Jungkook followed you to his room and pulled you out before you could pick up your son

“Did you listen to what I said? I’m fed up with this attitude of yours.”

“Let’s not fight in front of him. We’ll talk in the room.”

You escaped his grip and put your son back to sleep

When you enter your room, you see Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed with his belt in hand 

Your heart dropped to your stomach

“N-not today. It hasn’t even been 24 hours yet.”

He scoffed, “do you really think I give a shit?”

He raised his voice a little and you gestured him to keep it down

“Don’t yell, he’s sleeping.”

“This is my house, I can talk however I’d like.”

There was no winning against him, especially if he’s intoxicated

You thought you could hold him off for the night until he’s sober again, but you were completely wrong

You were going to your side of the bed when he whipped his belt below your butt

He pulled you by the hair onto the bed and pulled down your night shorts

“I can’t, Jungkook! It hasn’t been 4 weeks! No!”

Jungkook always gets what he wants

His body weight kept you down as his cock plunged deep inside your cunt

You haven’t healed properly, so the pain was intolerable

You covered your mouth with your hand and sobbed

You still needed to be quiet but it hurts so bad

You pushed your face into your pillow and attempted to let out quiet whimpers

“It hurts! Please, slower!” You whispered

Jungkook purposely went faster and the skin slapping was so loud, you were afraid it’d wake up the baby

You were gasping for air, trying to get his body weight off of you so you could breathe normally

An hour after, you had another orgasm

You clutched onto the bedsheets and tried your hardest to remain silent

Jungkook came inside you again and collapsed on top of you, making you groan

He grabbed your right breast and began sucking as hard as he could until milk squirted onto his tongue

You tried squirming around to get him off, but the more resistant you are the more aggressive he gets

In the end, you passed out like always

You kept your distance from him and gave all your attention to your son

He hated that your attention wasn’t on him 24/7

So, he gave your son to his parents for a full month and kept you locked up in the basement

For that whole month, he fucke you senselessly

You were having orgasms every night; you couldn’t do it anymore

He’d bite down on your nipples and manhandle you all sorts of ways

You were exhausted but your son’s life was always on the line

Jungkook could easily hurt him

He doesn’t really care about your son

(I mean, he does but he acts like he doesn’t so he can use it against you.)

Jungkook only looks at your son as your weakness

He’ll make you have three orgasms in a row and if you tell him to stop or slow down, he mentions your son and it immediately shuts you up

He loved having so much power over you

He could literally fuck you for the rest of your life

You didn’t understand why this was happening to you, but there was nothing that you could do about it

There’s no one that could help you and even if there was, Jungkook will always one step ahead

No one dares to mess with him

I know this has lots of mistakes. I’m so sorry😭

[rainygothherowolf]

Jasonette- Little Sister Pt.1

Here ~ Next ~ Last

Jason was annoyed, he didn't understand why he had to babysit a bunch of annoying teenagers. Bruce tried to make the excuse of keeping them safe while Joker was on the loose, but that didn't mean the head of security of an international company should be following some stupid tourists.

On top of that, his little sister's birthday was coming up. It was hardly a week away but Jason was already feeling the guilt, she would have turned fifteen this year. Jason remembered how a six-year-old Marinette would go on and on about when she became a teenager.

// Flashback, 12 years ago //

"Jay-Jay!" A small half-Asian girl with midnight hair exclaimed, her bright blue eyes shining with excitement as her hands shot up, asking to be held.

"Alright, alright, jeez I just got back, pixie! And you're getting to old for this!" A fourteen-year-old Jason picked up the far too light girl, balancing her on his hip as he fished the granola bar out of his back pocket. "Are you hungry?" Marinette shook her head 'no', pushing the food towards him.

"I ate yesterday, it's your turn." Marinette pouted but took the food anyways.

"Wanna share?" She offered, Jason shook his head. He insisted she eat, and eventually she did.

"Now, I have to go back." Marinette frowned, "I just came to bring your food. I'll be back soon, see you tomorrow." Jason gave his little honorary sister a hug before tucking her into bed, using both her blanket and his.

"When I'm big, like you, I'm gonna make you stay!" Jason chuckled softly before tucking her in again, on the inside he was proud. She was so smart, she'd grow-up to become an amazing person, Jason just had to make sure she lived long enough to do it.

// Flashback ends //

Jason never saw Marinette again, that was the night Batman found him and took him in. His life had changed so much since that night, if only he hadn't been so stupid and told Bruce about Marinette, Jason was convinced he would have taken her in too. But now it was too late, apparently she'd been adopted by some couple in Europe but the case was sealed and without telling Tim or Bruce he'd never get his hands on them.

The second robin was pulled out of his thoughts when Dick approached him, strangely not at work.

"What?" Dick seemed to get more and more excited as he walked with Jason.

"Where are you going, Jay?" Jason glared at his brother, shoving him off.

"I have to go babysit some french class that Bruce invited."

"Hey, you never know- it could be fun!" Jason just rolled his eyes at his older brother's golden retriever-like mentality. They turned a corner and boarded the elevator.

"What are you even doing here, aren't you supposed to be working?"

"I got the afternoon off."

"Great, wanna take my place?" Dick looked at his watch before responding.

"No, trust me, you're the better person for the job." Jason was confused by that, but the elevator doors opened and a quick glance at his own watch told Jason he was late.

"Whatever." Jason huffed as he walked to the lobby, but Dick just followed him as he messed with his phone. Odd.

Marinette was excited, her class had been selected by Wayne Enterprises for a class trip! She was so happy that she'd get to see Gotham again. No one knew that Marinette had grown up in the states and been adopted by the Dupain's, not that anyone cared. The class was quick to fall into Lila Rossi's trap, it hurt Marinette to see her friends leave her but she'd be okay. She had Tiki and her parents.

She might not have Jason, but she'd be okay. She had to be, Ladybug couldn't be emotional compromised.

Lila suddenly pulled Marinette from her revere when she gasped,

"Oh my goodness, you won't tell anyone right? Bruce always hates when people find out, our family is really serious about privacy... but you won't say anything right?" The class was quick to give their assurances before Lila continued to spin her web of lies. She was prattling about some rich boyfriend of hers and how she’s practically family.

Instead of listening to the mindless Italian, Marinette decided to take in the modern lobby. The walls were a sharp white that went well with the dark marble floors. There was a sleek receptionists desk with four busy-looking employee's. Everyone was dressed in business-wear so the french class stood out like a sore thumb. The room had tall ceilings with an understated, modern chandelier and rounded sofas. The seating was scattered throughout the large lobby.

Their tour guide was a nice blond man named Mark, he that said they were going to begin as soon as a security guard assigned to escort them arrived. Marinette was waiting near Mark and Mme. Bustier, keeping her distance from Lila's coffee and her class' harsh glares.

"Later, Dick." An almost familiar voice called, it was gruffer and deeper than it used to be but Marinette instantly recognized it.

"Jay-Jay?" Marinette called out, softly, disbelievingly, it wasn’t the first time she’d thought she heard the voice but the bluenette couldn’t help but hope. He caught it and their eyes met. Marinette could feel her eyes fill with unshed tears as she took Jason in, he was much taller with dark hair and an odd white tuft on the front. His face had matured since she'd last seen him, he now had sharp features and a strong jawline, his eyes were unmistakable. He was dressed in a suit but on top of his shirt was a bullet proof vest, sure she couldn't remember much but his voice had always calmed her and the thought of the skinny fourteen year old smirking would always make her smile, it was almost instinctual.

"Pixie pop?" He sounded like he couldn't believe his eyes, behind the shock was relief- and grief. Marinette slowly walked towards Jason, stopping right in front of him.

Jason couldn't believe it. After all these years they finally found each other again. Regret and disappointment washed over him in waves. Her eyes looked broken. He never should have left her, he should have found her sooner, he should have told Bruce, he should have done something- anything.

"Marine-?" Jason tried to speak but was cut off, Marinette had slapped him. Hard. The harsh noise of her hand hitting his skin got everyone to stop in their tracks, even the eternally busy receptionists. His cheek stung, she was stronger than she looked. He didn't stop her.

"Idiot." Before Jason even knew what was happening Marinette was hugging him, jumping to reach her arms around his neck.

He did his best to shove back his self loathing for another time, right now he had to focus on Marinette.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry." Jason just kept apologizing as he hugged her back, a stray tear seared his cheek. Marinette cut him off with a flick to his ear- he used to do that when she was bratty.

"Where did you go? Why did you leave me? I was alone. And you promised!" Marinette spoke, pushing through the tears, through the emotion- all Jason could do was dip his head in shame. He always promised they'd stay together, no matter what.

"A lot of stuff happened, Pixie. Let's get out of here- yeah?" Marinette nodded before hugging Jason again, this time around the waist.

"I missed you, you big idiot. You’re the worst brother ever, you owe me a lot of candy." Jason relaxed at the word brother, even if he had years to make up for it was better than losing his little sister for good.

"See! I told you he was looking into it for a reason, pay up!" Dick exclaimed, that got Jason's attention. Dick and the rest of his siblings saw his glare and quieted. Damian wasn't even paying attention, he was on his phone. Tim saw the glare but still payed Dick, grumbling as he did so.

"Go be idiots somewhere else."

"No way! She said brother! That makes us her brothers too!" Marinette jumped at the conclusion, Jason growled. He glared again, but the tiny person clinging to Jason took the edge off.

"Dick Grayson." The original Robin introduced himself politely, "Nice to meet you." She greeted the boy politely, wiping her tears away with her left while she shook his hand with her right.

"Tim Drake." The most exhausted of the group introduced, he was about to do something to the youngest- whose head was still buried in his phone- but was interrupted.

"Of course the slut has an american sugar daddy!" Lila loudly announced laughing, the rest of the class joined in- some more hesitantly than others. Jason noticed Marinette try to make herself smaller, hugging him tighter- this wasn't anything new to her.

Jason glared, the boys eyed him- worried about the genuinely deadly look in his eye.

"What did you call her?" Jason asked in perfect french, the children flinched. Mme Bustier stood between the students and Jason, looking nervous but determined.

"Please don't intimidate my students." The woman tried to sound firm but failed miserably.

"Then maybe you should stop your students from bullying their classmate, or did you not hear the brunette insult another student?!" Caline didn't know whether or not to answer but decided to stay quiet.

"Any of you brats insult my little sister again and you won't wanna know what happens." Jason quietly threatened, meaning every word.

"Little sister?" Alya exclaimed, "Please! Marinette is an only child, if you're going to lie at least be convincing! You don't know her at all, the lying bully is just trying to steal the spotlight again!" Jason was pissed and took a threatening step towards the girl, but deep down he knew she was right, he didn't know Marinette. But the one thing he did know was that he was her brother, and no one messed with his family.

For once, Jason's brothers were quiet. Dick and Tim were waiting to see how Jason would handle everything, waiting to see if they needed to intervene. Damian was on his laptop, not giving anyone a second glance. It seemed to Jason he had been paying attention because Damian assumed he'd be in the lobby long enough the take out his computer.

The entire exchange from the moment the insult was given to now had taken no longer than a minute but Marinette was still clinging to Jason until he tried to walk towards Alya again, she had whispered something to Lila that made her laugh and when Jason tried to move forward Marinette released him and grabbed his suit coat, trying to pull him back. Sure the pulls were weak but she meant it.

"You'll just make it worse, Jay." He huffed, there was no way in hell he was going to let Marinette anywhere near the moronic class ever again.

"Fine, let’s call security and get them out of here."

"Hey you can't do that, we were invited by Bruce Wayne himself." Jason continued as if the bespectacled brunette hadn't spoken.

"Oh wait! I am security! Get out."

"Jason-"

"B! Great, you can tell them to leave! I'm outta-here!"

"You're not going anywhere, Jason, and the class is scheduled for a tour. Tim, call Lucius. Ask him to cover for us and get someone who isn't the head of security to escort the tour. Never touch my email again." Tim sheepishly agreed, dialing Lucius' number.

Bruce then turned to the French class as they stared in awe, Caline blushed softly.

"You must be Mme Bustier?" She nodded, "I'm Bruce Wayne, my apologies for the delay, the tour will be starting shortly. If it's alright with you, may Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng be excused from the tour?" Bruce spoke in pristine French, the teacher could only nod in response to the older man's rehearsed smile.

"Mr. Wayne! Can I get a quote for an article?" Alya asked without thinking.

"What's your article about?" Bruce asked, curious.

"Uh-" Alya blushed before trying to disappear into the crowd, he politely ignored her outburst.

"It was a pleasure meeting all of you, but if you'd excuse me I have other things to attend to-"

"Wait! Aren't you going to greet Lila?" The billionaire looked confused for a moment before he noticed one girl looking particularly distressed.

"I'm sorry to say I don't know anyone by that name, now if you'll excuse me-"

"What do you mean? Lila Rossi, your honorary niece! She practically lived with you when her mother worked at the embassy here in Gotham! Your youngest son, Damian's childhood friend! Her boyfriend!" The boy on his laptop snorted at Rose's statement.

"I am not in a relationship with anyone, and I have no childhood friends." Damian shut his laptop as he ran a hand through his hair making a good portion of the class blush, Marinette couldn't help but think 'He's too good looking for his own good'. His dark hair and tan skin highlighted his jade eyes, a business suit adding to her professional demeanor. His shorter, swoopy hair was mesmerizing... and his arms were thick and seemed strong, the veins on his hand clearly visible as it moved through his silky locks. Jason seemed to catch onto her train of thought and hastily covered her eyes.

"No." Marinette giggled, coming back to reality when the boy was shielded from view. He was as protective as ever. She remembered how he'd get when the other kids used to get close to Marinette, being a little girl meant pity cash from adults and was a solid partner on the streets of Gotham. Marinette moved his hand to watch the long awaited fall of Liar Rossi.

"What do you mean?" Nino exclaimed.

"If that wasn't true, what else did you lie about?" Kim exclaimed, Alix seconded.

"Nothing, I swear." The brunette pleaded, desperately trying to convince the class.

"Does this mean you don't know those music producers you promised I'd get to meet?" Nino demanded, the class began to circle around Lila, all asking about promises she'd made

"And the acting internship?" Milene asked.

"Do you even know Ladybug?"

"Or Jagged Stone?"

"Was anything you said true?" The class continued to ask her questions, Lila looked shaken as her not-so-carefully crafted web of lies fell apart.

"Was what you said about Marinette true?"

"Did she even bully you?"

"I knew she wouldn't say such horrible things!"

"Yeah, Marinette never would have hurt anyone! I can't believe we fell for your lies!" Everyone began to yell at Lila, blaming her for all the awful things they did to her. Jason could hardly stand it, pulling Marinette into another hug- she had been dealing with morons.

"Class! Now is not the time, we have a tour. Unless you want the trip to end early I suggest you quiet down!" Mme Bustier was ignored. Mike whistled, loudly.

"Alright! It's time for the tour, so quiet down!" The tour guide quickly took a head count and led the class away, an artificial smile in place. Everyone was either glaring at the Lila girl or looking at Marinette as they walked away.

"Sorry about them, they can get pretty loud." Marinette tried to play the whole thing off, they let her.

"Bruce Wayne."

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, it's an honor to meet you sir. Thank you for the trip!" Bruce gave his three younger sons a look, Damian was back on his laptop but was quick to defend himself.

"I, for one, had no part in this, father. They bet on why Jason looked into some girl's adoption file."

"And you knew?" Damian stopped typing and looked up.

"Maybe... but you can't prove anything." Tim smirked before he remembered what he was going to do before any of the drama came up.

"Damian! Introduce yourself!" The boy who looked to be a little older than Marinette rolled his eyes with a sigh but approached the girl nonetheless, glaring at Tim before looking at Marinette for the first time. His scowl morphed into something else as he studied her.

Marinette noticed his examining her and blushed, but looked back at him just as interested.

"... Damian Wayne."

"Marinette." They shook hands, neither taking their eyes off each other. Jason looked between the two teenagers, first at Damian then to his little sister before going back to Damian and then back to Marinette before it stopped on Damian's- Jason.exe stopped working before it went into overdrive.

As if on instinct, Jason put a hand on each of their shoulders pushing them apart. Their longer-then-normal hand shake ended as they eyes snapped to Jason.

"Don't even think about it. No way in hell, brat, keep your slimy paws off my sister." Marinette blushed heavily, averting her eyes in embarrassment.

Dick and Tim howled in laughter when they heard Damian's response, Bruce smirked.

"She's your sister, not mine."

[lovebubblechoices]

The Aftermath [2/2]

Note : As I fear we’ll suffer with today’s Chapter I just wanted to give you this. I know it’s not perfect but I hope you’ll like it. It’s mostly fluff but I mention death and sex (not in the same sentence lol). English is not my first language as you know and MC is still Vicky Monroe

Words: 1,753

Vicky Monroe couldn’t see through her tears and she stumbled on the gravel path but two strong arms caught her just in time so she did not fall on the ground. The massive crowd of family, friend and colleagues was now leaving the cemetery as the funeral was over. You could say the service was perfectly done and orchestrated but sadness and sorrow still lingered over Dr. Monroe’s mind. Vicky came back to her senses and realized she was still in the arms of someone, whom she had already recognized.

“Thank you Dr. Ramsey. I… er… I wasn’t paying attention”

“You’re excused Rookie” Ramsey whispered in her ear. Then he coughed and naturally detached his body from hers. He finally offered his arm to her to make sure she wasn’t stumbling again on anything.

There was a small breeze and it was as if the trees were gracefully dancing for them, encouraging them to do so as well. Neither of them talked but there was no need to talk. Vicky glanced at Ethan who looked absent-mindedly at the horizon. It was a peaceful sight and a peaceful moment after the storm. Dr. Monroe was due to attend a last gathering at Donahue’s where she could have a bite and probably drink a beer, even though she would have preferred something a little stronger. Something like a whiskey on the rocks. Then she chuckled to herself, feeling silly.

“What is it Vicky?”

“Nothing! I was just thinking about how I’d like a whiskey on the rocks but then I… I remember you did not like it on rocks and neither do I” she beamed, pleased with herself. She sighed “Everybody else is going at Donahue’s you know… but I –” she trailed off, tightening her grip on Ethan’s arm who was now intensely looking at her.

“Then I should take you home so you can rest” he said matter-of-factly. And he meant it; there was no husky tone, no invitation to dirty sex. The older doctor just wanted her to feel safe in a peaceful and quiet environment.

“But don’t wanna go home!” she whined like a child.

“I wasn’t talking about your place but mine but don’t get it wrong Vicky, I’m not going to sex you up.”

“Oh…” was all she responded.

They moved aside the path towards Ethan’s car and once inside Vicky tried everything she could to turn him on but she awkwardly failed. She felt ashamed of herself when he scowled her like she was his own little sister.

“Damn Vicky! You’re impossible. You deserve far more than rough sex in the back of a car dammit. Are a whore or a doctor?!” he snapped at her.

Needless to say that the rest of the ride was dead silent. He was mad and she was ashamed of herself. It was the first time she saw him like this, being this angry with her. She could tell it runs deep and she didn’t know what to say to lighten the mood. She wanted to cry so badly because it hurt her but she was not a baby. So she held back her tears and kept her head low thinking how she had messed up big time with him.

“Why are you like this with me, Ethan?” Vicky asked timidly

“Like what?” he replied coldly, his eyes never leaving the road

“Mean… and… and cold-hearted.”

“Truth hurts sometimes. You should know this by now – you’re a doctor. But to answer you properly, I am not mean nor cold-hearted. It’s just…” he trailed of as he did every once in a while, carefully choosing his words “It’s nothing like that Vicky and you know it.” He glanced at her.

“Is it… Is it boundaries again Ethan?” she asked him as her voice was breaking

“No, not anymore…” but he did not develop further and kept his eyes on the road until they arrived at Ethan’s.

In the elevator, the tension between the two was palpable but Ethan’s words were stuck in her head. For one, she was likely not have sex with her lover when she craved for it. She had imagined Ethan would have helped her dealing with her grief with a hot burning makeout session but the events were proving her wrong. Then secondly, the W word had been uttered and it completely shook Vicky to her surprise. Or, more precisely Ethan’s cold but furious anger but now that her brain was not focused on the sex she could have had in that car, she thought she understood him. He highly thought of her and that alone, warmed her heart. Tears began to fall down her cheeks again but the lift stopped as the couple arrived to the right floor. Next thing she knew was that Ethan carried her to his apartment in bridal fashion.

“Ethan! Ethan! What are you doing?!”

“Obviously, bringing you to my place as we were – hey! Don’t do that you little monster”

“You need to put me down! You need to– Oh gosh Ethan!...”

His southern situation was growing and Vicky had felt it against her hip. He put her down in order to unlock his door. The young blonde jumped on the occasion to unbuckle his belt and put both her hands in his underpants. She wanted to give him the best handjob he had ever received from her but she was not expecting to be stopped the way Ethan did.

“Not here babe… not here. Some… somebody could see”

BABE. She was Babe now and she was shocked. She was overwhelmed and she wanted to cry, of joy this time. Her hands had left the underpants and she heard a groan coming from Ethan’s lips. It was dark and wild, an animalistic sound indicating her he was so turned on. She was as well and she hoped that he would have his wicked way with her in the corridor, right against that door. That door which finally opened welcoming their sins and their lust for each other. Ramsey grabbed Vicky’s hand and her whole body was pulled inside the warm cocoon.

Vicky wanted to pick up the things where she had left them in front of the door but Ethan was faster to reverse the situation. He kissed her gently on the lips, biting the lower lip from time to time. Then, soft kisses traveled her jawline and her neck. Vicky moaned less and less quietly as she discovered new sensations on her skin thanks to the Amazonian Gift. Ethan focused again on his babe’s lips, this time asking for access which was granted immediately with a louder moan. The tongues waltzed together in absolute bliss and all lustful thoughts were forgotten on Vicky’s part.

Ethan finally broke the kiss as they were both in need for air. They smiled to each other, quite content with the effect they had on each other. They were completely fluttered and hands were shaking in anticipation of what would come next. But somehow, Ethan was managing to keep his cool and his hands from the incredible woman before him. He cupped her cheeks and open his mouth to speak but she cut him with one finger on his lips.

“Would Ethan Ramsey like a blowjob?” she seductively asked while crawling on the floor

“No”

“No?” she repeated, taken aback by his answer.

“You still didn’t get it love, did you?” he asked helping her back on her feet, never once leaving her eyes. “What I want is to make love to you. What I want is taking the time to explore your marvelous body, every inches of your skin. I want to kiss you until my lips are sore, I want you moaning your love beneath me, I want it to be slow because it is what you deserved.”

And that’s how Vicky knew the last boundary was gone. That’s also why she jumped into his arms taking the initiative to speed things up. Ethan responded in hot moans and groans but he kept control over himself while going to the bathroom. He striped her down, placed wet and hot kisses in strategic places and then ran a bath for her. Once he had checked the water, he very gentlemanly put her inside and stayed outside.

Vicky was truly amazed by him – his will to remain next to her but outside the bath while she was seductively rubbing her skin with her left hand. Ethan kept watching the whole time and he sure wanted to join but he had other plans in mind. At one point, the blue-eyed blonde lady got frustrated because he didn’t want to join in so she splashed water at him. He laughed but didn’t join her but he leaned and devoured her lips once again.

“I can’t join but I’ll take good care of you” he justifies himself

“But I need your hands on me Ethan…” Vicky pleaded. “I need a massage”

“Oh I guarantee you, you’ll have it all” Ethan stated “In the bedroom” he finally added as his eyes were darkening.

 The sex had been intense and amazing as it always was with him somewhere between vanilla and something a little bit wilder and darker as passion was involved. They were now fully dressed and cuddling on couch of the living room, Jenner at their feet and life was quiet simple. Vicky could have easily forgotten she had attended a funeral that morning. She sighed happily as Ethan was running his fingers in her messy hair.

“When did you fall for me Ethan?”

“I don’t really remember for sure if I’m honest. But somewhere around the Tadpole Tragedy I guess”

She kissed him innocently on the lips and then resumed watching outside the window. Ethan was reading some obscure medical document but still payed more attention to her. He kissed the top of her head and replaced the blanket correctly to keep her warm.

“You know… I kind of expected wild sex earlier in the bedroom” she said

“I know yes… But I keep the wild card for our honeymoon” he explained

Vicky did not react at first to the specific term he had just used but when she felt him moving to grab something behind the cushions she chuckled at the window.

“We are not even married Ethan” she replied half amused, half sad by the comment he made

“Then in that case Victoria Rhys Eliana Monroe, I’d advise you to look at me and give your hand.”

[queen-of-nerds1026]

Bath Time with Asra

Fandom: The Arcana

Characters: Asra the Magician x Fan Apprentice

Apprentice: Merlin, she/her, female

Timeline: Bath scene after returning from Muriel’s hut

Route: Asra

Rating: Lemon/ Grapefruit (Citrus scale)

Word count: 2442

Disclaimer: I’m really bad at smutty stories! But I tried! And this is for @bbyoongss who wanted to read it!

"It'd be nicer if you took the robe off."

Asra's face flushed, changing his golden cheeks into a deep, blushing red. He was about to step into the bath with Merlin, courtesy of Countess Nadia, when she said it. Typically, he would've bathed naked, but being at the Palace for the first time in years, he didn't want to risk it. However, the magician that peered up at him made that extremely difficult.

No matter, he liked a challenge, especially when it came to teasing his naughty partner. "Oh? Should I now? And... what will I get if I do?"

Merlin was already in the water, leaning up on the baths edge, resting her head on her arms. She lifted one hand and pointed just behind Asra where a light green robe was folded neatly with a stack of towels "Oh, trust me, I think you'll wanna follow my advice."

True enough, Merlin was naked just below the waters surface. Her body was pressed against the tub wall to keep him from peeking, although he did try. His eyes widened and he leaned forward, a devilish smirk rising to lips.

Before he could glance down, Merlin raised her hand "You won't even be allowed in the water. How would it be fair?"

He leaned his head back and let out a laugh of amusement. It made Merlin's heart skip several beats. Skipping beats was no problem, what was, was when her heart started to race. When she looked up and watch Asra undressing fully.

The sash around his midsection came off easily, Merlin found herself staring as he removed it. He gently folded the patterned sash and set it beside Merlin's robe. With this motion, and his back turned, the thin, tan garment slipped off his shoulders then clean off his body.

Even his backside was gorgeous. Merlin knew she was in the presence of Vesuvia's most beautiful man. His sunset golden skin was untouched, not a single flaw carried down his muscled back, down around his hips, and even over that adorable curve of his ass. His shoulders were broad and perked up, while his thighs and calves were tight with muscle.

Asra was not a show off in any sense, but Merlin wouldn't mind this kind of show off.

Once his robe was folded neatly beside hers, he turned to her with that smirk that sent her mind and body reeling. He was perfect, absolutely perfect. His chest was fitted with toned lines that divided his pecks before they moved down to fade at his abs. His stomach was toned and his bellybutton was an innie (Not important, but Merlin adored it). Beneath his bellybutton, closer towards the hipbone, began a thin happy trail of little snow white hairs.

Merlin bit her lip, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks and the all too loud throbbing of her heart in her ears and somewhere below the water. It was not the first time she'd seen him naked, and by God, she prayed it wouldn't be the last, she just thought he was so beautiful, she couldn't control herself.

She was so lost in thought, she didn't realize Asra had moved to join her in the bathwater until he was pulling her into his lap. "Something distracting you~?"

"You." She sighed, leaning forward in his lap, her legs straddling his hips

He was holding her waist, which allowed her an open chance to slide her hands up to his hair, catching some of his fluffy curls around her fingers. "It's hard not to be, you're so-" a heavy sigh heaved from her chest as she pressed her forehead to his "fucking beautiful"

A chuckle vibrated his chest "That's no way for a lady to talk."

"Bite me." She growled

Oh later, he definitely would. Right now, he was distracted by her thin pink lips fitting themselves to his own in a kiss that would not stay innocent forever. Gradually, their kiss opened, allowing hot groans to pass against the others lips and sneaky flicks of their tongues to dart against the others lips. However, that didn't last long either, Asra's tongue slipped past her lips and flicked with hers, mapping out every part of her mouth, as if they hadn't done this before.

Merlin's fists tightened in his hair and gave a gentle tug. Not enough to hurt, but definitely enough to distract him, causing his lips to fall away. Momentarily distracted, Merlin was frozen, studying his face. His jawline was sharp, cutting a clean line from his ear to his chin. His nose was cute and pointed as well. Above that, were those brilliant violet eyes. His irises sparkled like a thousand amethyst gems.

"Aah!"

Merlin jumped in surprise. Asra's hands had moved down, curving down her ass, giving a simultaneously squeeze to both cheeks, causing her to buck forward in his lap. With the distance between them closed, all Asra had to do was simply lean forward to pepper kisses across her throat. Her lip quivered as his bit into that sweet tanned skin. It didn't hurt, it was delectable, feeling his teeth mark her as his.

To be fair, she did ask for this. He nipped and kiss along her collarbone and up her throat, biting and sucking where he wanted. Each time he pulled off, his lips made a popping sound. Each time, he smirked, because her hips began to tremble under the water. Tips of emerald green hair floated on the surface while her head fell back.

"Careful~" He purred into her shoulder, talking about the rocking off her hips and the way the water was splashing around them "You're going to make a mess."

A growl resonated in her chest, reminding her to at least play a little controlling, demanding, and bratty. She tightened her fists in his hair and gave a yank hard enough he hissed. "I'd prefer you make a mess of something else."

Asra didn't need anything more than that. He hooked his arms under her legs and stood, lifting Merlin out of the water before he had her pinned against the edge of the tub. He could learn to like palace life, especially when it came to having a bath this big.

Merlin stared up at him, meeting his eyes and for a moment, he swooned. He reached forward and brushed hair from her face, tucking away the green and pink bangs, exposing her whole face. Her eyes reminded him of the sun in the sky; half her irises were a brilliant blue, while the bottom half mixed and turned a bright, sunny yellow. In brushing her hair to the side, he exposed not only her left eye, but the full extent of the claw scars that raked diagonally across her right eye. As much as he worried they hurt her, he thought they added to her beauty and her personality.

"Something distracting you?" Merlin asked, beginning to rise on her elbow, moving to rub her breasts again his chest.

"You," he chuckled, mimicking her tone from earlier. "You're so beautiful, Merlin."

"What a flirt." She hummed, watching his face faintly turn pink again as her breasts rubbed against him. He could feel her nipples hardening against him.

He didn't give her an answer in words, but instead, with his actions. He seized her wrists in one hand and pushed her down onto the baths edge once again, watching her mess of curls fall below her or over the side. She was all open and exposed for him. Just how he liked it.

"Think you can hold still?" He asked softly, leaning down to kiss her chest. "I can find a way to tie you down if I need to."

"Ooh, save that for later." She said in an explosive giggle that popped free of her chest.

He released her wrists and turned his attention to her chest. Each hand took a breast and gave them massaging squeezes. His lips trailed over her heart, pausing there for a moment. Her heartbeat was stronger than a royal flourish of drums, more melodic than any opera singer. He was acutely aware of the way their hearts beat in sync; fast, strong, and full of excitement.

After a moment of just listening, his kisses trailed down to her left breast, allowing his hand to fall away and slide down to her hips. At first, he planted teasing, feathery kisses around her nipples, watching her jolted as it tickled. He finally moved when she snapped "Fucking quit it!"

She was so cute. He fell more and more in love every time she spoke. Her loud personality was fun to tease sometimes. Still, he obeyed her cute demanded and flicked his tongue out across her nipple, satisfied with the tiny whine that escaped her lips and thr blush that blurred with her scars.

It was a feeling stronger than electricity. Down her chest, her nerves crackled with pleasure, falling into submission as Asra's mouth moved. First with his tongue, then with his teeth. Closing around her nipple, he tugged on it, released, then tugged again. Each one making her whine louder and louder, until the pink bud turned a deep red.

That alone had her panting and blushing, bringing one hand up to cover her face momentarily while she steeled her nerves. With her eyes closed, she felt Asra pull away from her chest and heard the water shift. His warm hands closed around her thighs and nudged them open; she obeyed with no resistance.

That's when she felt it.

"Aaaaaaaaaaasra!"

He was kneeling in the bathwater again, his face between her thighs. In a teasing flick of his tongue, he brushed right over her clit. Surprised and overwhelmed in heat, she bolted into a mostly upright position, but the magician held firm and did not let go. He licked her again, only this time, using the flat of his tongue, adding more pressure.

Merlin's moan was loud, so loud she brought her hand up to her mouth and bit down to stay quiet. Her free hands snaked back into Asra's curly white locks of hair. He was focused on his job between her legs, until he lost her voice.

"Don't hide that." He whispered, pulling away just enough to leave her longing as his warm breath sent shivers up her spine. "Lay back and let me hear you."

The flush on her face spread to the tips of her ears. "But someone might hear us. Are you sure-"

"I want them to hear." He smirked "Hear how beautiful you sound on the thrones of orgasm. Knowing that I made you feel that."

Half embarrassed, half in the midst of an eyeroll, Merlin laid back. Her legs were moved to drape over Asra's shoulders while he went back to work. While his tongue, and occasionally teeth (oh lord, how she adored that feeling) focused on sending her clit reeling with stimulation. One hand kept a tight hold on her hips, while the other had slipped below to tease her lips and brush her entrance. Each pass made her shiver with anticipation.

"Asra," She gave a tug on his pearl white hair, half moaning, half demanding more.

He couldn't deny her this. His lips closed around her clit as his first finger slipped past her folds and inside her, simply curling up or in a slow thrusting motion.

With each passing second, Merlin's moans got deeper, her legs twitched more and more. Her sensitivity was rising, soaring through the roof. The grip on Asra's hair got tighter and tighter. She couldn't stop. She couldn't control herself, and he knew this. His tongue flicked faster and faster on her clit, while he added a second finger inside her.

She came suddenly, and with a loud whine.

After a few gentle, cleaning licks, Asra stood up, withdrawing his fingers from inside her. Her hands was covering her face as her chest rapidly struggled to intake oxygen. "That was cute. But, this is gonna be even cuter~"

He stepped up to angle himself over her. With one hand, he leaned forward and waited until she dropped her hand, meeting her dazzling eyes. "Merlin, are you okay?"

His teasing attitude vanished for the slightest moment as leaned down to kiss her. It was sweet, but powerful and full of passion. Her arms locked around his neck and gave him a gentle "I'm okay. Fuck me, Asra."

More than convinced by that, he used to free hand to guide his cock to her. At first, he teasingly grinded the tip against her, listening to her growl with need until he finally pushed inside her.

"Fuck!" She moaned, her nails digging into the back of his neck

He paused, breathing heavily, reveling in that tight heat. It was always overwhelming for him to be inside her. She was always so tight and he melted surrounded by her burning heat. Despite the times they'd done this, he always struggled a bit in the beginning.

Something she always teased him for. "What's the matter? The great magician can't control himself?~"

"Merlin," He purred her name "You're so beautiful."

He pulled out ever so slightly, then snapped his hips forward, thrusting into her. Each one had more force and more speed behind it. Each time he slammed inside her, she cried out with a loud moan and occasional shout of his name. Each thrust jostled her curls, spilling more and more over the tubs edge.

This certainly take long to get them both riled up and threatening to fall over the edge of bliss. Her arms locked around him, yanking him back to meet her lips in a messy, feverish kiss. His hips were bucking harder and harder, colliding with hers and slamming into that little button inside her.

As her lips fell away, his slid down her neck. Her orgasm was fast, causing her muscles to stiffen and sending her back arching "Asraaaaaaaaaa!"

He followed suit not a moment later, his orgasm milked out him by her tightening around his dick. His face was buried in her neck when he spilled inside her, but she could hear his moans ring out, clearer than a bell.

They laid there together, not speaking, only breathing. Her hands around his neck relaxed, falling away to trace gentle lines into his back with her fingertips. He sighed blissfully, entranced by that gentle touch.

He finally pushed himself up at look at her face. "I suppose we should actually get clean now. Want me to wash your hair?"

She smirked at him "Only if I get to wash your chest."

[alwaysmarais98]

OCEAN EYES | Chapter 9 | Jonah Marais

A/N: I want to thank everyone who reads this series. It got way more attention and positive feedback, like I never expected that so many people could like my writing. It’s something so new to me as I just started about 1 1/2 months ago. Thank you so much to everyone who encourages me to keep going. I hope you also like that chapter and make sure to share and leace some comments. 

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Warnings: None. This is pure fluff

Summary: Highschool AU, You move to Minnesota and attend high school there. Jonah just happens to be the captain of the Baseball team who also enjoys playing with girls

I widen my eyes at his confession. Did he really just say that? He has feelings? I shake my head, a boy like Jonah doesn’t get into relationships, he said it himself.

Jonah looks at me with pleading eyes as he recognises my sceptical look, “Y/N, I know what you might think but please believe me okay. I don’t know what to do with myself, I never felt this way before about a girl. Like you drive me insane. Since I met you, you are all I can think about. You make me nervous and fidgety all the time. I can’t contain myself when you get near and I tried to play it call with all my jokes and sexual innuendos but I know I failed miserably”, he yanks a hand through his messy hair sighing some.

I swallow studying his face in every detail. The corner of his lips twitches a little when I bite on my bottom one and I take a step closer to him. His eyes light up a little turning into a lighter shade of blue again. I know when I look up into them I will give up and crash myself directly into his arms. I watch the way he plays with the bracelet on his wrist. “Jonah, I swear if you are lying to me now…I”, I start but he cuts me off placing a hand on my cheek. He strokes with his thumb over my soft skin tracing the few freckles I have on my cheek bones.

“I…I would never lie about something like that. Please believe me. I know, I wasn’t honest to you in school today but I didn’t know how to explain”, he whispers leaning close. I nod slinging my arms around his strong torso pressing my body against his warm one. I rest my head against his chest feeling his heart still racing.

Jonah sighs in relief feeling like a hundred pounds just fell of his shoulder when I pulled him against me closing the distance between us and he wraps his arms around my shoulders. He cradles the back of my head running his fingers through my tangled hair while I press a kiss on his collar bone.

“We are such a mess”, I whisper making a chuckle escape his mouth, “but the most beautiful one.”

My thoughts are still running wild as we just stand there in silence holding onto each other, “I’m sorry I called you a fuckboy and said that you banged that girl”, I whisper.

Jonah nods slowly, “It’s okay, no reason to apologise. I know why you thought all those things about me and I understand it yeah. I acted like an ass towards girls over the last years. I was always so scared to get hurt that I never let one close but then you came and…”

“And your walls tumbled down?” “Exactly, why do you know?”, he breaths out.

“Because I feel the complete same about you. I always kept my distance from guys like never opened up to them. But then you walked into my life and I slowly felt how my feelings got stronger and I couldn’t hold them back anymore. Like first I thought you are a prick but then when we spend some time alone, you were completely different. But what really got me, was the day you lost that game. You were so vulnerable and honest, I realised then that I can’t continue to push you away”, I admit almost stumbling over my own words because I talk way too fast my hands sliding into his.

Jonah beams down at me pressing a gently kiss to the top of my head, “You are the cutest thing ever”, he whispers making me blush a little. I walk back a few steps and sit down on my bed. I tug at his hand to pull him down next to me, “You can stay here when you are quiet, I just don’t want my mum to hear us. Like I will tell her about us the next days but she shouldn’t think I sneak around behind her back.”

“I would do anything just to be with you and I understand that yeah. I also want her to like me and not to think I’m just that guy that crawls into her daughter’s window. Also, when that’s exactly what I did past those past weeks”, he smirks laying down my bed. He grabs me at my waist lifting me with ease on top of his body.

I wiggle around on him until I find a comfortable position while his strong hands grip my hips. He gives them a gentle squeeze while my fingers glide over his sharp jawline. I just notice now how perfectly shaped his face is. Jonah looks up me with complete infatuation in his deep blue eyes, I smile back at him, my eyes always crinkling when I do so.

He slowly leans up pressing a soft kiss onto my lips. I stroke a strain of his hair off his forehead and lean on my arms that are placed next to his body while his hands slide onto my lower back, two of his fingers sneaking under my shirt to rub over my skin. I bury my face in the crook of his neck inhaling his scent.

“Will you be on that party on Thursday? My friends mentioned something”, I mumble and turn my head to get a better view at him.

Jonah nods his head tucking my hair behind my ear as it always falls down in his face, “Yeah, actually I wanted to ask you if we want to go together.”

“But people will spot us then, like your entire team will know we are having something with each other.”

“Baby, I want them all to see us okay. Like I can’t keep my hands off you and I couldn’t watch how probably one of them will hit on you”, he grins gently kissing my neck.

“What about tomorrow at school?”, I ask and run my fingers through his dark brown locks. “We can still keep it for us. I don’t want to seek too much attention on it yet. But if there will ever be a girl saying something to you about us dating or hates on you because of it, you tell me alright? I will make sure to shut it down then.”

After cuddling for some longer Jonah gets up walking back to the window, “I should let you get your beauty sleep now, also when you don’t need it. You are gorgeous all the time”, he grins. I laugh and tip toe kissing his lips softly, “Goodnight Jonah”, I smirk as he kisses me back deeply making sure his lips linger on mine for a little longer.

He slowly pulls back stroking over my waist one last time before I watch him crawling back over to his room. He gestures a thumb up to me and I giggle before laying back down in bed.

I’m the happiest as I roll on my side as I can’t stop myself from smiling. I feel how my stomach flips by just the thought of him next to me. I bury my face in the pillow as it still smells like him. Suddenly the door flews open and I shoot up in bed seeing my mum standing in the door frame.

“So how long are you two sneaking around behind my back already? And what did he do here at that time. It’s past midnight already”, she crosses her arms.

I widen my eyes in shock as I didn’t expect her to notice anything, “Mum… I… I can explain okay. It’s not like… we are just friends.” Like that’s not even a lie, he didn’t ask me out yet also when I know he will do soon.

“Friends don’t meet each other secretly in the middle of the night. Go to sleep now, young lady. This door stays open just in case. We will talk tomorrow morning about it”, she shuts off the lights and walks away but I could see the disappointment in her face. I sigh squeezing my eyes as that really ruined my night. Mum is the worst when she is mad at me.

To be continued… 

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Objects in the Rear View Mirror (Craquameron) - Chapter Seven - Saiphl

She got everything that I don’t wanna live without. - Chapter Seven

Aquaria’s POV

Maybe I’m a victim of infatuation

You know that hot-blooded girl’s got my inspiration

If there’s a word to describe how do I feel in this moment, that would be: Lousy. Most of the people that reach an adult age, are able to live their lives moving forward. Over the last few years, I thought I was ready to start over again, to look for my happy dreamt life, thing is I have never been able to forget her.

The weight of that realization hits me hard when I notice that I’m crying and basically made a nasty roll with the hem of my top. I must look like a fucking raccoon, I feel my eyes sticky with the mixture of tears and mascara. There’s no way in hell that I can keep some dignity if I lift my face, so I do what I always do: I hide. Kameron seems to notice and gives me a tissue from her purse.

She got jagged edges and a dirty mouth

She got everything that I don’t wanna live without

“You know Aquaria, I think we’re fucked,” she says, avoiding to look at me while I clean my face “The three of us, I mean, we screwed each other big time.” I side look her, and the kind expression that previously lingered on her face, had suddenly turned sad. “Look at the whole thing here. We were left here, we’re not even friends, but here we are. You’re crying out of remorse and the faint hope to get her back. I’m here, making sure you are ok, even when I’ve never felt so broken than when she kissed you just after kissing me. And she is nowhere to be seen, ‘cause it was too much for her having the both of us at the same time.”

I look at her, it may sound rude, but she’s right: WE-ARE-SO-FUCKED. “I know… it’s just, I’d give my right hand to get her back”, I admit out loud for the first time.  “Watching you two before was a punch in the gut, and I know I have no right to complain, but I was so jealous when you held her hand back in the meeting.” She looks at me, seeming surprised and opening and closing her mouth a couple of times, before pursing her lips. “I know you want her back too.” She nods to my affirmation.

She sighs and moves a little close to me “then what? are we getting into a never ending fight that will end with Brianna running away from the both of us?”, she asks, sounding like she had pondered a thousand options in a couple of minutes.

“I don’t know Kameron, the only thing I have sure, is that I can’t keep living without, at least, trying to get her back.” The honesty in my own voice is something that I haven’t heard in a long while. “So watch out girl, I’m not giving up on her”, I finish, feeling the deepness of her stare on my own. She smiles.

She’s kinda like a rose

She’ll cut you on the your thumb

We stay for a while sat in the table under the tree, until the wind blows making too obvious my lack of coat. I shiver, and suddenly I feel a pair of warm arms surrounding me. Kameron’s presence is soothing, something about her stoic calm giving me a reassuring feeling of being safe that I’ve been lacking for some time, not even thinking, I rest my head on her shoulder. “You’ll get a cold if we stay here Aquaria”, she whispers. Reluctantly I lift my face and I can clearly see the contours of her face; the high cheekbones, her straight nose and those plump lips. I sigh. “Just for the record, I’m not giving up on her either”, she adds, tightening the embrace and I briefly close my eyes.

The moment is way too intimate, as if we shared some secret that neither of us were willing to tell. “We should go… I have a dress fit in a couple of hours”, I said unconvinced and still snuggled against her warmth. I feel her lips blowing a kiss through my hair, and I giggle, “what a pair are you and I, both of us wanting the same woman, both of us snuggled under a tree in the most romantic spot of a small cliché city.” The vibrations of her musical laugh spreading through my skin.

I circle her waist with my arms and she holds me closer, then she sighs and, kissing my forehead she releases me from her embrace. The wind blows again and I hold back a gasp, feeling the lost of her touch is kind of a luxury that I didn’t knew I needed. She stands up and stretches her arms arching her back. Truth to be told, she’s in such a great shape, I think I missed those details last night. I’m giving an appreciative look to her body when she turns back to me and offer a hand to put me back on my feet.

She’s kinda like a rose

And you might wanna run

We go back to the car in a comfortable silence, I can really appreciate that Kameron has no need to fill the silence with small talk. “Where are you staying?” I ask, trying to sound more casual than interested, I can feel her side looking at me, holding back what look like a mischievous smile. “I can drive you there and then go back home to fix the mess of my face.” I say and, for a second, I can swear that she read between the lines.

“I need to pick some things up at my parents’ house, so if you can give me a ride to Syracuse, I’ll be really thankful.” Last night she went to a local hotel, and I wonder why she’s not staying at her parents. I nod to her, and open the car door to let her in, then I go to the driver’s seat and we hit the road. Not long after that we reach a big orange house with tall trees in the front, it has a ‘FOR SALE’ sign in the front yard.

She silently stares at the house for a moment, her jawline hardens and seems like she’s not totally into get inside the house. Unbuckling her belt she thanks me for the lift, and turns to kiss my cheek, smiling softly. I caress the side of her face and she closes her eyes for a second, then looks at me, a little confused, then she steps out the car. Walking to the house, she turns back and waves at me, then she keeps walking.

Coz even when she’s cold

She’s burnin like the sun

Absentmindedly, I bite my bottom lip, looking her hips swaying under the light fabric of her mauve skirt. Starting the engine, I watch her long tanned legs disappear behind the door, I sigh. I drive back home, a red light makes me stop and look at my reflection on the rear view mirror: I’m a mess. Well, it’s not just because my hair got tangled with the wind, or the fact that I have black stains under my eyes. I feel like a mess because, even when all this situation has been totally surreal, I can’t help myself from feeling aroused recalling the sensation of Kameron’s skin and the way her hips swayed while walking.

When I get to my mothers’ house, things are barely bearable, and I thank my luck that there’s no one home. I lock myself in the bathroom and fill the tub, I need to relax. I clean my face until I can see the light freckles in my cheeks and nose, the girl looking back at me from the mirror is so different from the woman I know I am. My body is finally surrounded by the hot water, closing my eyes I think of all that happened in the last hours; a desperate confusion taking my chest as a hostage.

If I had to describe what I’m feeling, I’d say that frustration and anger are the stronger feelings. Let’s put this in an angle that can be understood: I’m frustrated,’cause no matter what, I seem to get the worst of Brianna’s anxiety out. That can’t be good in any possible perspective. Then comes the anger, this infuriating feeling that comes from knowing Kameron was there when I was stupid enough to let her go. It’s infuriating, specially ‘cause IT-IS-ALL-MY-FAULT. Now, comes that other part, the one that confuses me the most: Kameron, her perfume, her gorgeous body and goofy smile.

I let myself slide under the water until it covers my neck, I let my head fall back and close my eyes. My mind is full of them.  Full of Brianna, her voice, her sad smile, the reflection of the sun on her blonde hair… the taste of coffee and chocolate lip gloss. Full of Kameron, the warmth of her skin, the tenderness of her embrace and the mindfucking sensuality of her body. I bet she doesn’t even know how she looks and how she moves… and how bad I’d like to fuck her.

Coz if there’s trouble in this town, you know she’s gonna find it

She’s like the devil in a short skirt but I don’t mind it.

[prettieparker86]

All For You Part 2

Part 1, Part 3,  Part 4 & Part 5

Pairing: William “Cap” Hatfield X Reader

Warning: Mentions of death and murder

Gifs: Are by the following talented bloggers @artemisms @cluehunts Full credit to them. They are incredibly talented.

A/N: As someone who works in the mental health field, I really tried to apply what I know about grief and depression to the flashback in this chapter. And how both grief and depression is really life changing and make us do and become people we never thought we would. This story picks up where the last one left off, with the conversation at the Hatfield homestead, after Will, you and, Johnse went outside. Flashbacks at the bottom. 

And if you want to read it as a character, not “reader”, it can be found here 

HERE

I hope this storyline makes sense. I prefer to imply things rather than throw them in your face, but if there’s any confusion, please let me know. 

As soon as Johnse was outta ear shot, you turn to Will. 

“Why ‘re you doin this?” You asked plainly, keeping your voice purposefully low as you search his face for answers in the dimming light.

Will looks down at you suddenly, finally meeting your eyes, and all you see is stubborn and steel staring back at you.

“S’ones gotta.” He answers curtly, before moving swiftly across the porch, his boots heavy against the old boards.

You let out a heavy sigh. Damn him. He’s too good to you. Too good of a man. Too loyal for his own good. 

He’s been there for you through every tribulation in your life and you can see now he’s determined to see you through this one too.

 Following him over to the side of the porch, you lean your back against the railing Will’s arms rest on, facing him. 

Sweeping your gaze all around to make sure no one’s nearby to hear you, you turn back, your hand reaching out for him. 

Your fingers gently take hold of his firm jawline, the tiny hairs pricking at your fingertips as you draw his face to yours. 

“Will.” You call before he meets your gaze willingly.

 “It’s not yer mess” You tell him softly, your eyes reaching out to him.

Without a word, Will reaches for your hand, drawing it to his mouth where his lips sweep gently across your knuckles. 

A slow smile tugs on his face as he gazes upon you, the one that always makes you weak in the knees. 

Releasing you hand, he tenderly sweep his thumb across your cheek.

“It’s my kin though, ain’t it?”

 You bite your bottom lip to fight back the tears that wanna form under the weight of his stare, under the weight of his tenderness toward you, as you steadily nod your head in response. 

You love this man. You’ve loved him since before you knew what love was. And that’s why you can’t bear to let him sacrifice himself and his future for you. 

It was always supposed to be you and Will ending up together. You knew it since the first time you imagined yourself a wife, but this changed everything. 

Letting him take you and this baby on. Letting him raise it as his own. You loved Will too much to put that on him.

 “You don’ know what yer doin. Don’ know what yer signin’ yerself up for.” Your breath quivers as you try to set him free while he’s insisting on throwing himself in the line of fire for you.

“You ‘member that time when we was just kids ‘n I took my Pa’s gun ‘n went down by the river without askin?” Will asked, changing the subject so quick it took you a minute to follow and then recollect what he was talking about.  

As the memory came back to you, you slowly nodded unsure where this was leading.

“Pa was madder than a hornet’s nest when he figur’d that one out.” Will recalls with a low whistle. 

“but you lied, tellin’ ��em it was your idea. Said you begged me to do it. I still got a whoopin’ but it wasn’ nearly as bad as it woulda been.” Will wraps up his story and you finally understand the point he’s trying to make.

 “Will we was just kids and that was a silly lie. This is yer life we’re talkin about here.” You said, trying to make him see the two were not comparable.

Will lets out a heavy sigh, slowly shaking his head from side to side as if you don’t understand, he was in this with you. 

Lifting off the railing of the porch, he turns to you fully. His hands suddenly around your cheeks, gently cupping your face as he stares down into your eyes with such sincerity and intensity you can’t look away.

 “I saw the look in yer eyes that night. When you said you couldn’ marry ‘im. Said you couldn’ bear it… Now ya don’ have to Darlin’.” Will finished unflinchingly, his eyes reaching for you before he leans down to place a soft kiss upon your forehead.

Pulling back, Will moves to the front of the porch. Moves down the steps till he lowers himself onto one. 

His eyes scanning out over the field and into the dense woods as nightfall takes hold over the ridge.

Four And A Half Months Earlier…

 You hadn’t spoken much in days besides to Cotton. It was your job to watch over him now and you took it very seriously. 

You did your chores without complaint. Helped Levicy anyway you could around the house and with the kids since they took you and Cotton in. 

Kept your hands busy. Little time for your mind to idle. 

But your mouth… your mouth didn’t have much to say these days. This was something words couldn’t fix.

You don’t sleep much either. 

Can’t close your eyes without seeing that hot musky room, pungent with the stench of your Pa’s blood. 

The sound of your Pap’s labored wheeze every time he struggled to take a breath. 

Lying cold and clammy on that bed with stab wounds and a bullet hole littering his abdomen. 

His blood smeared all over his pale skin, staining everything it touched, staining you. 

The fear of God in your brother’s eyes as he sat steadfast beside you by his bedside until your Pa’s strong chest stopped trembling anymore.

 You keep your head down and your grief to yourself. There’s no room for weakness in this family. Though you know you ain’t the only one feeling the loss. 

You care for your brother with envy. He’s so much stronger than you, so much more resilient. He misses your Pa something desperate, he tells you often, but he’s coping. 

That big light of his too bright for anything to snuff out. Even losing Pa. You wish you were as strong as him.

 It’s Levicy who suggests Will take you, Cotton and the younger ones down to the river. The day was hot and the water would be cool. Chores were done and dinner didn’t need to be started yet, timing was right. 

Your aunt was a good woman, she could see the pain you were struggling with in your eyes, and you could see the concern in hers. 

Everybody knew if anyone could coax a smile out of you, it’d be Will.

 The sun was hot that day and the air thick as you rested on a rock along the river’s edge. 

Watching as Nancy and Mary tip toed along the water covered stones giggling as they went, while Robert E and Cotton tried to catch crawfish along the murky shore. Will had wandered off, you weren’t sure where.

 You weren’t much for laughing and carrying on these days. Sitting on the sidelines, watching as life carried on for others was enough for you. 

Lately everything felt too dull and gray to light a spark in you. You didn’t see the point in much anymore. You went through the motions, doing what was expected of you, but none of it mattered, very little brought you joy.

 A shadow suddenly towered over you, blocking the sun that was warming your skin just before you felt a hand slip into your own. 

Giving your hand a gentle tug, you turned to see Will smiling down at you. That big toothy grin of his that could make something inside you come back to life if only for a moment. 

His lips curled as he pulls you to your feet and tugs you toward him. You’re not sure what he’s doing, but you let him take the lead, because whatever it is, he seems pretty eager. 

You willingly follow until he starts pulling you away from the water and towards the tree line. Only then do you start to pull back.

 “I don’ wanna leave Cotton by the water.” You tell him. Your heart starting to hammer in your chest with the mere thought of it. 

Ever since losing your Pa a week and a half ago you’ve been plagued by terrible thoughts of losing Cotton too. 

Every time he’s near something that could go awry, you heart starts pounding, your breath picks up, your mind always stirring up just how badly things could turn. Whipping you up into a panic.

 You couldn’t bear it if something happened to him. You couldn’t bear to lose him. He was all you had left.

 The look in Will’s eye softens, seeming to see your worries. Reaching out, he gently strokes your cheek with his thumb. 

His callused skin rough enough to remind you your still alive. 

You swear Will sees more with his one good eye than most do with two. And ever since your Pa died, he’s been keeping close.

“Nance!” Will hollered, looking over your shoulder. You glance back to see Nancy’s face whip up and look your way before you hear Will again. 

“Keep an eye on ‘erybody. We’ll be right back.” He calls.

 “A’right” Nancy hollers back, but you can see the question in her narrowing gaze as Will start tugging you toward the trees.

“Gotta show you somethin’.” He explained as you turn back. Will leads you into the trees, old, thick, and as tall as the eyes could see. 

You clutch his hand tighter and feel him return your squeeze.

He leads you just a litter further, you can still clearly hear the river running nearby, the sound of your brother’s laughter breaking through the forest, setting your heart at ease, before Will stops and turns to you, something mischievous in his eye.

 You wait unsure what’s got him so excited, till he steps to the side and you realize it’s a raspberry bush behind him.

“Yer favorite.” He says, grin spreading on his face as he watches you, waiting on your reaction.

You nod feeling touched. “You ‘membered.” You say almost breathlessly as a smile fills your face. 

Surprised he would remember something so simple, but he’s been trying so hard lately. Trying to pull you out of the hole you’ve found yourself face first in.

“Course,” Will nods, as if it’s a given he’d know your favorite berry. 

His gaze fixes upon your every move. Watching you like you hung the moon as his smile turns to a deeper smirk.

The weight of his stares makes your belly tingle as you pluck a few berries off the branch.

“I missed that.” He says suddenly, a glint in his eye as his smirk holds steadfast.

 “What?” You question, glancing back up at him, unsure what he means.

The look in his eyes takes you captive, nearly steals your breath before he speaks again. “Yer smile.”

You feel your cheeks grow hot, your belly fluttering against the look in his eyes. He always has this unmistakable way of getting to you.

Dropping your gaze down to the bush, trying to contain the blush on your cheeks, you plop a berry in your mouth and savor the taste. 

Sweet and tart all at once, your favorite. Your Pap’s too. He always said you got that from him.

 A memory filled your mind with the thought. A memory from a long time ago, on a hot summer day in the Appalachians, when you and Cotton was just kids. 

Sitting out under the sun on a blanket while you and Cotton took turns trying to toss raspberries at your Pa and seeing if he could catch them in his mouth. 

You could still hear Cotton’s high pick laugh mixed with your Pa’s hearty chuckle as he bobbed around the blanket, missing more than he caught. 

Your Pa was always laughing, always smiling.

 Your throat instantly tightened, your heart physically ached within the confines of your chest… 

You were never going to see that smile again… 

You were never going to hear that laugh… 

Your Pa’s death felt like a hole cut out inside you. A hole nothing and nobody could fix. It felt like an unrelentingly void sucking up everything good. 

Losing your Pa changed something in you. Something a part of you you didn’t even know was there until it was gone and all you could do was feel it’s absence.

You can vaguely feel the warmth of tears streaming down your face, but you don’t really realize you’re crying until you feel Will pull you against him, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

 A shuttered breath rips past your lips and rattles your chest as you bury your face in Will’s flannel covered chest. 

You feel his arm wrap tightly around your back, his other hand slipping into your hair, cradling the back of your head. 

His cheek nuzzles your hair, he surrounds you, so close you feel his warm breath on your scalp.

“Shhhh… I got you.” He tries to sooth as you feel his lips on the crown on your head.

You cling to him, fisting the flannel shirt at his back. Burying your nose deep against Will, sucking in his scent of gunpower and pine, and something distinctly him.

“What happen’ that day justice was served?” You asked, never pulling back from the comfort of Will’s arms. 

Wanting to hate those McCoy brothers after what they stole from you, what they stole from Cotton, but hate is a tricky thing that does little to sooth your grief.

You feel Will’s muscles tense slightly around you before he shakes his head lightly against yours.

“Is’ done.” He answers, holding his secrets to himself.

 Will did what was expected of him, you’re pretty sure he’s never killed a man before that day and knowing Will the way you do, you know that’s got to weigh on him. 

He’s strong, silent, but you saw the subtle change after he came back from those woods. You don’t want to pry, but there’s things you feel you need to know.

“Did they have remorse? Did they say ‘nything?” You asked, pressing it a little more.

Will was silent for a long time. So long you almost thought he wasn’t gonna answer you.

“They didn’ say nothin’, but they was scared.” He finally admits on a low gravel breath. 

His fingers digging into your scalp as he nuzzles the crown of your head as if it comforts him in some way.

 His answer doesn’t bring you solace. The same way it didn’t when you first learned justice had been served. 

That’s the funny thing about justice. It settles the score, but it don’t give you back what you lost. 

Your heart feels heavier, knowing Will’s carrying the weight of what he did. Knowing in some part he did it for you. Took on that burden and carries it for you.

Pulling back just enough to find his face, you reach up to cup Will’s cheek, scruff scratching at your palm as your eyes find and hold one another.

“I know that wasn’ easy for you. Hope ya know yer still a good man William Hatfield.” You tell him, pressing your words, hoping they sink in. 

“Always be a good one in my eyes.”

 Will gazes upon you deeply for a long time, the look in his eyes doing that thing that always makes it hard for you to breathe naturally. 

His gaze has a way of being so intense sometimes it’s almost hard to take. His hand leaves your waist to cradle you face while the other stays tangled in your hair. 

He leans down slowly, your belly tightening, unsure what he’s going to do till he gently brushes his nose against your own. 

Your eyes fall closed with the intimacy of his touch as you clutch him tighter, brushing his nose in return. 

He rests his forehead against yours, you feel his breath picking up under the closeness.

 You feel him guiding you backwards a few small steps till your back rests against a tree trunk. Will completely surrounds you. 

You’re lost in the feel of his thumb tenderly stoking your cheek, his fingers weaving through your hair as his hands cradling your face. 

You can feel his heavy breath on your lips, his forehead resting against yours as he gently nuzzles your nose with his once again, his mustache tickling your skin. 

Then he’s just holding you, you holding him, all tangled together. A deep breath shared between the two of you as his lips hover so close you can feel the ghost of them.

 You’ve never felt so close to him. Never felt so close to anyone. It’s an intimacy you’ve never known before Will. An intimacy and connection you’ve been so desperate to feel since losing your Pa.

“Yer the only one…” You whisper, the thought unfinished, too hard to define. 

He was everything, the only one who could make this pain bearable, the only one… Your heart pounds for him as you hold him tightly, breathing him in.

 “I’m here,” Will whispers back, before moving up your face, smothering his lips against your forehead in a way he knows he shouldn’t with your mouth. 

Clutching you tight, stroking your cheek one last time before he pulls away. Stepping back from you completely.

There’s a darkness waiting for you in Will’s eyes again when you open yours, the one you saw in the woods the day of the election. 

It sends a shiver down your spine with the sight of it. Your starting to understand what that look means.

 After breaking your gaze, Will looks anywhere but directly at you, trying to refocus himself. Being the gentleman you know he’s trying to be. 

Your heart starts to sink with a new set of emotions… guilt and remorse. 

Finally having a moment alone with Will for the first time since your kiss sends all your secrets floating up. If he knew what you had done the week prior, you’re pretty sure he wouldn’t of been holding you like that. 

It’s never been spoken between you two, but you know what you and Will have means something. Will’s different with you than anyone else. Always has been, but even more so now.

 Losing your Pa, watching him slowly suffer and die had changed something in you. And the grip this grief has upon you has changed you too. 

You’re not who you were before and nothing proves that more than the unspeakable thing you did a week prior. Guilt surges through you with a vengeance when you think about your soiled hands. 

You should of never followed Johnse up to his cabin by the still. Should of never drank some of his whiskey when he offered it. Trying to drown your sorrows like two fools. You didn’t know how to hold your liquor.

 You should of never been alone with Jonce, not in your right mind. But your Pap had died three days prior. Been savagely murdered trying to keep the peace while you were off kissing Will. Maybe you being there wouldn’t have made a difference, but you’ll never know and that’s what haunted you. 

Trying to nurse twenty-six stabs wounds and a gunshot as you watched the life drain out of your Pap broke something inside you. 

Misery loves company and Johnse was in no better shape. Always a soft heart, he was sinking under the weight of his guilt over what he and your kin had done to Roseanna’s brothers as retribution. Knowing she’d never forgive him for being a part of killing her brothers. He hadn’t even been allowed to see his own baby.

 A week ago you and Jonce hadn’t shown up home till well after dark. Will had already gone looking for you and your uncle Anse had been blinding mad. 

Johnse had lied that night, said you showed up at the cabin upset and fell asleep after a fit of tears. Said, you were so upset he didn’t want to wake you and that’s why y’all got home so late. 

Will showed no signs of disbelief, but Uncle Anse and aunt Levicy had doubt in their eyes when the story was told. Anse had more than a few words to say on the matter, but settled on making it clear to Jonce y’all weren’t to go off alone together again. 

You figured they were letting you off lite on account of everything you’d already been through that week. When all was said and done, you and Johnse shared a silent promise that night to never speak of the incident again. 

And you intended to do just that, steering clear of your oldest cousin ever since.

 As the days passed, you pushed that secret down deep inside you. So deep you hoped one day it would disappear entirely.

Be erased, undone like you wish it would, but as Will takes your hand and starts to head back toward the river, you’re starting to realize it ain’t that easy or simple. 

What you did, is like losing your Pa, it can’t be undid. And you’re struggling to live with it all.

Stopping suddenly, you force Will to as well. He looks back at you in anticipation before you speak. 

“Why ‘re you always pullin’ away first?” You boldly ask a question ladies aren’t supposed to, searching his eyes for truths. Not sure you have a right to call yourself a lady anymore anyway.

You know Will isn’t sinless. You know he frequents the tavern with Jim and Johnse, full of whiskey and whores. Whores you know he’s is no stranger to. 

And after the line you crossed last week, a part of you is mad, mad at yourself and maybe little him too. Knowing if you were gonna tarnish yourself, it should have been for him. And needing to know why he can cross that line with others, but never tries to cross it with you.

Will looks at you long and hard, something undefinable stirring in his eyes as he gazes down on you before he finally speaks.

 “Cuz I don’ trust myself ‘round you ‘n I couldn’ live with it if I did you wrong.” He answers honestly, the shift in his eyes as he speaks sending heat washing over you. 

That look and his words echo of things his lips won’t say, that what you share means something, you mean something. 

And knowing that weighs heavy on you. You know the truth would hurt him and the last thing you want in this world is to hurt him.

Turning back before this conversation can go any further, he starts toward the river, tugging you along, your heart heavy. 

Wishing you could take it all back, terrified of losing him completely.

[thehiddensemicolon]

Kacchako fanfic: New Prey Chapter 4

Uraraka POV Last night was so shocking. But I liked it. But what about now? Would things be the same as it always has been since before yesterday night? Would he ignore me? Would I ignore him? What about our classmates. How would they react. I never imagined Bakugou being the type of guy to ever date a girl. Does he want to date me? Am so confused. Uraraka thought. She was in her dorm room mid morning and was just getting out of bed. She was still wearing her shorts and tank top and heard a knock on the door. Confused in thought. She slowly went to open the door. "Bakugou what are you doing here?" She asked "Good fucking morning too sleeping beauty. You're still in your pajamas? You do fucking know that it's almost 12 pm right?" He said. "Um sorry I didn't know you were coming, if I've known I would have got ready and changed and ... wait why are you here again?" She asked. "Because of who I am as a fuckin person dammit." He avoided her eyes. "Am not the fucking type of jerk to make out with a girl and pretend it never happened. So I fucking decided that I'll take you out today. Cancel all your useless dumb plans and get fucking dressed." He blushed. She stared at him and smiled. "Okay okay do you wanna come in?" She blushed. He stared at her. He scrunched his eyebrows. "Fine, but hurry the fuck up." - Bakugou He sat down on the chair next to her desk while she went through her dresser. "So tell me Bakugou, since you aren't the guy to leave a girl hanging after a kiss, where do you usually take girls, where are we going, so I can decide what to wear?" She asked. His red eyes gleamed at her and crushed his teeth together. "Are you fucking serious? First off, I never fucking took a girl out! Second, you're the only fucking idiot I kissed. Am just fucking doing this because I don't kiss fucking easy bitches and play the game. You're the only one that ever caught my attention. You're different from other fucking bitches. " he yelled at her. Did she really fucking think I played the game. Am not a fucking player. Pisses me off. "To answer your question, we're going to do whatever the fuck I have planned already, so just dress fucking normal." He said avoiding her gaze. Am his first kiss? Well he also took my first kiss. I never went on a date before.. is this a date? "Sorry sorry am just nervous. I never had a guy kiss me before. And this is my first time going on a date with a guy as well.... just so we're in the right page. This is a date right?" She asked. She got her clothes and went to the bathroom changing into new clothes. "What the fuck do you think? Of course this is a fucking date. Don't you fucking think about backing out. Cause am not fucking having it." He yelled. "My bad my bad. Alright am ready.. I guess." She messed with her fingers. "Fucking finally!" - Bakugou They began walking and Uraraka found out they were going to the park. It was awkward. No one was talking and she began nervously looking around. He sighed. "Look I know you fucking have feelings for Deku, but give me a fucking chance here." He said out of nowhere. "W-what are you taking about. Bakugou!" She rose her voice. He stopped in his tracks. Shocked he rose her voice at him. "Am not that kind of girl, that would think of another guy, when on a date with a different guy. That's not right and it's unfair for you." She whispered. "I admit, at first I had a small crush on Deku, but it's was out of admiration. But he is my best friend and I chose to throw away feelings for him, as I noticed I wanted to get stronger, not in his shadows. To add to that.... ever since the sports festival.. I had a crush on you." She looked down blushing. He stared at her with disbelief. "How do you expect me to believe that. All I remember is beating you up. Aren't you mad at me for hurting you and making you lose. How the fuck did you develop a crush on me because of those reasons." He spoke. "You took me seriously. You battled me just like you would others. Never lowered your guard or power. Other people would just see me as careless,short Uraraka and immediately think of me as a fragile weak girl, incapable of fighting. I like that about you. The way you approach a battle with confidence and power. Ever since our fight, I began wanting to get better. I started training more by myself and now I can't wait to.. I want to... I want to.. kick ass too." She blushed and covered her eyes with her hands. Her rosy cheeks puffed out. "Why the fuck do fucking idiots call you fragile. You're fucking dangerous floaty. Right when someone is within your grasp... it's basically game over. Really there is limitless scenarios that can happen to a defeated enemy.  You don't even have to fucking touch them too.. there is the fucking battle ground to your disposal. So why the fuck would I go easy on you? Cause your a fucking cute girl? Fuck that shit. Even angels can be deadly. " he said. He then opened his eyes wide in shock. Realizing what he called her out load. Fuck this is embarrassing. How the hell am I supposed to look at her. He is the only guy to ever call me dangerous and not fragile. "Umm why don't we keep walking Bakugou! Am curious to how you planned today. Tee hee maybe if your lucky I'll let you walk next to me!" She joked. "The fuck! If am lucky? You think am not worthy or some shit. Am the fucking best! Come on let's fucking go already." He said. Suddenly he grabbed her left hand. She was shocked and her arm began going up. Oh no she thought. "Angel face... FUCKING PUT ME DOWN BITCH. DO YOU FUCKING WANT TO DIE. ARE YOU SERIOUS USING YOUR FUCKING QUIRK ON ME. ALL I DID WAS HOLD YOUR HAND. LET ME DOWN NOW!" He yelled. "Sorry! AM SO SORRY. I DIDNT MEAN IT REALLY. SOMETIMES WHEN AM NERVOUS OR SOMETHING HAPPENS TO ME UNEXPECTED. MY QUIRK ACTIVATES!" She explained truthfully and trying to calm him down. She touches her fingers together and he lands on the ground. He glares at her with a murderous look. After staring at her for awhile. He calmed down (which is surprising) and said,"Okay I get it. Don't you fucking tell anyone this but I have the same problem. SHUT THE FUCK UP OKAY. Sometimes when something happens to me and I don't expect it, my quirk activates." He blushed. She looked at him in relief and suddenly grabbed his hand. He didn't expect that. "What the fuck did I say? It's fucking dangerous to fucking get me by surprise floaty. I could have fucking hurt you!" He yelled. "But you didn't." She smiled. "I trust you Kacchan." He blushed when he said his nickname. And had a warm feeling in his chest when she said she trusted him. Also. The fact that her soft,warm hand was holding his. Made his stomach go crazy. I fucking like this man. I can get used to this. Used to being with her. Their evening just began and he can't wait to spend it with her. Not that he would admit it though. He gripped her hand harder and lead the way to their destination. He bought her and him ice cream from a local vendor and they found a shaded spot of grass underneath a tree. They began just talking. Talking about each other's families and reasons why they want to become heroes. Who were their inspirations and what was their favorite foods and colors. They talked for awhile, learning new things about each other. Uraraka must admit. She never knew all this stuff about him. Frankly she never believed that he would let her know him. She likes this. She than noticed how calm he looked. His face was relaxed and his voice was calm and refreshing. He began to slip in a smile or two. He looks so attractive! She thought. She chose not to comment on it. In fear he would get angry. She noticed how he looked at her. Like she was his entire center of attention. His jewel or treasure. He had a wanting and caring look in his red eyes. This was a side of him she never knew he had. He began asking her about her quirk and some tips she should try to improve on. He than offered to help her train. She looked at him and smiled. She was happy about his offer to help her train. She immediately agrees and thanks him. She asks him about his quirk and he talked to her about how careful he had to be on an everyday basis. Her hand accidentally touched his hand on the ground. She was sitting so close to him. Than she began remembering what happened the previous night. Her touching his body and teasing him by flirting. Her face heated up. Did I really just act and did that stuff to him yesterday. Am so embarrassed.  Why did I jut realize my actions to him yesterday right now. Oh my god! She looked away from him. "What's wrong Angel face?" He said. Avoid the topic. Avoid the topic!! She thought. "Why do you call me Angel face? You never answered my question." She changed the topic. "Well I just fucking thought it was obvious and wasn't no need to tell you why.... cause your beautiful. Like an angel." He whispered. He gulped. Waiting for her answer. Say something dammit. You're getting me fucking nervous. You don't even know what you do to me floaty. He thought. "Why don't you call me Uraraka? She questions "Cause you were always hanging out with Deku...it fucking bothered the fuck out of me so I didn't bother to know your name. All I know that you looked beautiful. Like an angel so that's what I decided to call you. When I heard a person named Uraraka was going to fight me at the sports festival I was wondering who it was. Then I realized it was you. I don't fucking know. You just fucking look like an angel. " he said. She looked at him and came closer to him. She missed touching him. He lowered his head to look at her and she placed her left hand on his cheek. She moved her fingers to feel his sharp jawline. And breezed over the skin on his cheeks. He didn't expect that. But he didn't want it to stop. He let her touch him. Waiting on her next move. "I think you're a handsome guy Bakugou. Who would have thought the class hothead could be such a teddy bear." She giggled. He looked so calm and vulnerable.... that was till her teddy bear comment. He scrunched his eyebrows and grinned,"Am not a fucking teddy bear Uraraka." He sternly said. Regardless of her comment he still loved the feeling of her hand on his cheek. He finally said my name. She leaned in closer to his lips and kissed him. She put both hands on his cheeks and began kissing him. He automatically wrapped his arms around her waist. Kissing her back. "You're such a softy around me though" she gasped between the kisses. "Don't push your fucking luck." He said and went back to kissing her. She is right though. I do act differently with her. She makes me calm. Fuck. Hope those fucking shitty classmates don't notice.

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Poison and Wine Chapter 2~Regis/OFC NSFW

Tagging: @themissimmortal, @ridingchocobros, @rubyphilomela, @unlimitedthotworks, @itshaejinju, @dirtyffxvconfession, @hypaalicious, @louisvuittontrashbags, @lady-asuka, @cupnoodle-queen, @nifwrites Warnings: sex, language, and dirty talk ~~~ Chapter 2: Too Much is Never Enough Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, Never enough, Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, Never enough, Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, Never enough, Too much, too much, too much, too much, too much, Never, never, never enough… ~~~ Calliope Leonis sat on her bed, aimlessly reading a book and sipping a glass of wine. She wasn’t really paying attention to her book because she was too distracted by her thoughts and memories of Regis and that one time they had when he was drunk and mourning for his dead wife. After that night, she left the castle and refused to come back. It had been a few weeks since it happened and she still couldn’t get it out of her mind. The day after she left the castle, she kept getting calls from Regis and Cor so she just turned her cell phone off and disconnected from reality. She decided her schedule for the day: Go shopping, make dinner, and watch sappy romance movies. That was what she planned to do until she got an unexpected visitor. Just as she put her book down and got ready for going out, she heard a persistent knock on the door. For a minute, she thought it was Cor so she walked over to the front door and peeked through the eyehole. To her surprise, she saw Regis standing there with a furious look on his face. Great. Now what did he want? Against her better judgment, she opened the door and decided to face the angry king. She gave him a cool look, showing him that she wasn’t about to put up with his crap. “Why haven’t you been answering your phone?” demanded Regis as soon as he walked in and slammed the door behind him. “Nice to see you too, Regis,” said Calliope in an insolent tone. “I’m having a great day. How are you?” He gave her a livid look and she knew she was getting under his skin. She gave him a cold, almost mocking smirk. “What is your problem?” he growled, still absolutely furious. “I don’t have a problem,” she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. “Get out of my apartment.” “I am your king.” He clenched his fists, green eyes flashing dangerously. “I order you to tell me why you haven’t been showing up at the castle.” “You order me?” she chuckled humorlessly, shaking her head in disbelief. “You may be the king, but you sure as hell can’t tell me what to do.” In a few paces, Regis was in front of her and he gripped her upper arms tightly, his large hands almost wrapped completely around her arms. Calliope winced at his strength and she tried to fight him but he was stronger. He didn’t even budge when she wrestled to get loose. “Let go of me!” she commanded, sounding a bit like her brother. “Not until we talk about this,” he said, sounding deadly calm. “Why haven’t you returned to the castle? Why aren’t you attending meetings? Why are you avoiding me?” Calliope’s eyes burned with tears and she cursed herself for having her emotions hotwired to her tear ducts. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” she said brusquely, turning her head from him so he couldn’t see her tears. “So, you can save your time and go home.” “For gods’ sake, Calliope,” growled Regis, giving her a light shake as if to shake some sense into her. “Stop being cryptic with me and talk to me straight.” Calliope started trembling. “Fine,” she hissed, giving a look of pure anger. “You want talk? I’ll give you talk. I can’t take this anymore. I can’t take this guilt. The fact that I screwed the king, my friend’s husband, is eating me up from the inside. I feel like a total whore. Cor will kill me. He probably won’t see me as his sister anymore.” Tears rolled down Calliope’s cheeks and her bottom lip trembled. “I hate myself for this. I hate myself for ever sleeping with you. I should have left you alone that night and stayed with Noctis. What a fool I am…I can’t forgive you for this.” “For what?” he asked, looking concerned. “For forcing you into it?” Finally, Calliope snapped. “No!” she screamed, surprising him, the tears falling at a quicker rate. “For making me love you!” Her words took a few seconds to sink in and Regis felt his whole form tense up with shock. He could barely believe what she said. She loved him? “You love me?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Calliope began whimpering and she dropped her face into her hands in shame. “Oh…” she cried, knowing her secret was out. That was the only confirmation Regis needed. “Calliope,” he said gently, pulling the sobbing, hysterical woman into his chest and embracing her. “You don’t need to be ashamed. It’s alright, my dear. Oh, love…” Calliope gripped onto his clothes and wept into his chest, unable to say anything more. She was too overcome to articulate words or her jumbled mess of thoughts. Regis stroked her hair and made nonsensical, soothing sounds in her ear as he tried to soothe the poor woman. He didn’t know what to say. Did he love her too? He wasn’t sure about his feelings. He certainly cared for her. He loved her as a friend and he didn’t want to hurt her, but he wasn’t sure on anything anymore. “Calliope,” he said again, trying to get her attention. “You don’t know how bereft I felt without your company. I’ve missed you.” He thought back to when Cor told him that Calliope wouldn’t return to work or answer his calls. (Flashback) Regis’s anxiety spiked when he saw Cor run in to the meeting room. He saw that Calliope wasn’t with Cor, who he sent to collect her. “Where is she?” Regis asked without saying hello, sounding very irritated. “She won’t open the door, sir,” replied Cor, sounding a bit breathless. “She told me that she wasn’t feeling well and won’t come to work.” Regis’s irritation reached the surface and he snapped. “That’s it,” he growled, standing up at the table and shocking his council members. “I’m going to get her even if I have to drag her by the hair. Meeting adjourned.” The council members didn’t waste time to rush out of the meeting room. Only Cor and Clarus were brave enough to stay when he was absolutely furious. Cor bowed his head. “With all due respect, sir,” he said calmly, “that is my sister. Please, use some care.” “Tell me where her apartment is,” demanded Regis, sounding very commandeering. “I want to see her.” “Yes, sir,” was Cor’s subdued answer. He was praying that Calliope wouldn’t be too temperamental with the king. Regis was merciful but he had a short supply of mercy today, and may the Six have mercy on anyone who was in his line of fire. (Flashback end) After a few minutes of sobbing, Calliope finally relaxed and sagged against Regis, still holding on to him. Regis kissed her on the side of the head and continued stroking her hair. He didn’t know what to say to her for once. He was at a loss for words. “I love you…” whimpered Calliope, finally speaking but sounding muffled from his clothing. Regis had to be honest. “I love you too,” he whispered, kissing her heated forehead. “My sweet Calliope…” Finally, she pulled back and looked at him before getting up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. Regis’s grip on her tightened and engulfed the woman in a passionate embrace, slanting his lips across hers. It didn’t take long for him to slide his tongue into her mouth and taste every part of her warm cavern. It felt so different now that he was doing this sober. It felt more real, more right. He didn’t feel like he was taking advantage of her in a moment of weakness. Right now, he felt more sure of himself and what he wanted. He lifted Calliope up off her feet and she gripped onto him as they made their way back to her bedroom. Regis backed Calliope into the room until they both fell on the bed, her back hitting the mattress. As their kiss intensified, Regis rolled so that Calliope was on top of him. He ran his hands down her body and noticed that the clothes she wore were less formal and more casual. Her dark green shirt was made of very soft cotton and he noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He couldn’t feel the material of her bra and he thanked every god he knew. With her soft, full breasts pressed up against his chest, he could feel the blood going south. Her pants were also very soft and he could feel her dampness in the middle of her thighs. “Calliope,” he gasped when he felt her lips trailing down his jawline and neck. “Please…” She smirked against his neck when she heard him beg. That was exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted to get the king on his knees and do what he did to her that night when he was drunk. With a rough pull, she ripped his black dress shirt open and began kissing down his chest and abdominals, making him moan and cry out in desperation. She had him at her mercy and she wasn’t feeling very merciful. “Calliope…” he said in a warning way as she went down to the waistline of his pants. “Don’t…” “Shhh,” she murmured, placing two fingers to his lips to stop him from talking. “Let me take care of you, Your Majesty.” Her voice was a purr and it nearly killed Regis. “Fuck!” he shouted, his green eyes darkening with lust. “You little minx.” Calliope merely smirked and unbuttoned Regis’s pants, unzipping the fly. With careful fingers, she pulled pants and boxers down until his erection came out. It was very hard and red with pre-come gathering at the tip. Of course it was as big as she remembered and it made her blush thinking about how that monstrosity was inside of her, giving her pleasure. Gathering the hardened member in her hand, she gave it a few pumps before leaning down to swallow him whole. “Calliope,” said Regis, sitting up and looking alarmed. “You don’t have to…AH!” He broke off when she swallowed him whole and began sucking hard. Regis couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Calliope began licking him and sucked him like a lollypop. Her tongue was scraping over that sensitive part that sent Regis into a tailspin of pleasure. Her mouth was so hot and wet and it made him feel dizzy. He dug his fingers into her hair and began thrusting into her mouth, not caring if it made her gag. Calliope took it in stride, though, and continued sucking until he was certain that she was trying to kill him. Her fingers did torturous things to his testicles. She massaged them and used her nails to scrape that delicate skin. Regis let out a growl and he gave her an intense look that she returned with an innocent smile. The pressure in his stomach grew and loud obscenities left his lips as he released into her mouth. She swallowed it all down with a smirk on her face and pulled back to give Regis a smug look. “How was that, Your Highness?” Her voice was dripping with sex and lust. “You little minx!” he growled in an animalistic way, tightening his grip on her hair. “Were you always such a little tramp?” Calliope just gave him a challenging smirk for an answer and he found that unacceptable. The little tease would pay for what she did. She was the reason he laid awake aching with want and pleasure. He tried to stay away from her but he found it too hard to stay away. He wanted to claim her in every way and he would. “You’re a fucking tease,” hissed Regis, giving her a dangerous look. “I know,” she replied, arching an eyebrow in a sexy way, "but you love it." “I’m going to punish you,” he said, pulling her up by the hair. Calliope let out a pained whimper and the beast inside of him rejoiced. Good. She deserved it for being a little tease. He pushed her back on the bed and pulled his clothing and shoes off. Once he was bared to her, he immediately started on her, starting with her shirt. Calliope eagerly lifted her arms over her head and he pulled it off, tossing it over his shoulder. He noticed that her breasts were taunting him with the hardened nipples and he felt like he was going to die from the hard-on he was having. He could never forget those beautiful orbs that both taunted and seduced him. They were perky and full, just begging to be fondled, and her nipples were dusty pink. By the gods of Eos, he wanted her! He wanted to show her just what she did to him and pleasure her until she lost her voice. He pulled her pants off, taking her panties with them, and stared down at the twitching pink entrance that called to Regis like a siren. Her blond curls were drenched and it taunted Regis to taste that beautiful spot. He decided that he wouldn’t wait. He got down on his knees and spread her legs open, inhaling her musky scent. “How naughty,” he murmured, touching her opening with his fingertips. “You’re so wet, Calliope.” The sound of her name on his lips made her whimper as she gushed even more. Regis smirked at her response and he opened his mouth to let his tongue out and taste that beautiful wet pearl. Her lovely, unique flavor filled his mouth and he almost sighed in contentment. No one had ever tasted as good as his Calliope. The taste of her made him feel harder than ever. As he lapped at her entrance, she dug her hand into the back of his head, stroking his hair, and cried out in bliss. Regis smiled at her typical response and continued eating her like he was devouring delicious food. In fact, she tasted better than anything he had eaten. He couldn’t stop licking and suckling her. What he was tasting was better than any alcohol or drug and twice as addictive. Calliope’s cries grew higher in pitch as she felt her climax coming and Regis’s licking became more persistent and rougher. He seized her by the hips and jerked her up, suckling and nibbling her special area. “Regis!” she screamed, digging her hands into the sheets in a death grip. “Please! Oh gods!” He pulled back to talk to her. “You need to come, love?” he asked in a tone as sweet as arsenic. “Say the word. Do you need to come?” “Yes!” she cried, her thighs clenching with the effort to hold it off. “Say it nicely, love,” he said gently, skimming her entrance with his fingers. “Please let me come, Your Majesty,” she said in a shaky tone, trying to keep herself from moaning. “Please.” She gave him a pleading look that did wonders to her beautiful blue eyes. Regis’s smile was almost kind, like he was looking at a puppy. “Of course, love,” he said sweetly. “You need only ask.” With that, he dove back down and began lapping at her wetness again. Calliope’s body tensed and her head flew back, releasing a loud moan. It didn’t take for her to come into his mouth. She released with a loud scream and Regis swallowed it up like it was the sweetest of honey. After falling from that wonderful rise of euphoria, her body collapsed onto the bed and she began catching her breath, her chest heaving with each breath she took. As she started calming down, Regis slid up and his eyes connected with hers. “Are you alright, love?” he asked, stroking her face with his fingertips. “Yeah,” whispered Calliope, giving Regis a blurry-eyed look. “Can we continue?” “Always the overachiever,” said Regis, giving her an affectionate smile. “Let us continue, love.” Regis helped move her to the middle of her bed and he clasped her in his arms, nestling in between her widened legs. In one swift movement, Regis thrusted into her and her body tensed in bliss. Calliope let out a hoarse moan and wrapped her legs around Regis’s waist, opening herself up to him. Regis sank into her, hitting that spot that made her scream out in pleasure, and pressed his mouth to hers. Calliope wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, whimpering deep in her throat. Regis removed her arms from around his neck and pinned them above her head, holding them by the wrists. Calliope liked being controlled like this. She liked the feeling of Regis pinning her down and thrusting deeply into her, intending to give her pleasure. Regis grunted with each thrust and could feel her inner muscles squeezing him like a vice. She squeezed him so tightly he actually wondered if he did deflower her. “So tight…” he groaned, slamming into her. “You feel so damned tight, Calliope…Fuck…” He hissed when he felt her clamp around him. Calliope’s cries grew higher in pitch and Regis knew that she was coming soon. Her cries, as he learned, usually got higher in pitch and more intense when she was close to coming. Her legs tightened around him and she struggled against Regis’s hands as she reached that beautiful place of euphoria. “Eyes on me, love,” said Regis in a husky tone, using one hand to stroke her beautiful blonde hair before he pinned her arms by her head again. “You look so beautiful, Calliope…so beautiful. Your pussy is so tight. It squeezes me like a vice. If it wasn’t for the fact that I deflowered you, I would wonder if you are a virgin. I love that look on your face. You’re so desperate and needy. My pretty, needy whore…” “I-I’m no whore…” gasped Calliope as Regis kept thrusting into her. “Says the whore who’s gushing around my cock,” breathed Regis as he felt her inner muscles tighten around him. “You started gushing when I called you that. You like being called names, don’t you, my dirty little slut?” Calliope wanted to deny it, but her body betrayed her. She screamed as her orgasm wracked her body and her mind went into the astral plane. She could barely hear Regis’s words because how intense this orgasm was. Even though her sexual experiences were limited, she had never had climaxed this intensely. Her back arched up until her chest touched Regis’s and her legs clasped around his hips, feeling stars explode in every part of her body. She tried to keep her eyes on him but it was difficult to keep her eyes from closing. “Open your eyes!” Regis growled, causing her eyes to flutter open again and lock on his. “Keep them on mine. Let me watch you.” Calliope sobbed as her body surged again and she gave way to another orgasm. She couldn’t stop herself from coming for some reason and it was starting to scare her. Don’t get her wrong; she liked sexual pleasure as much as the next person, but this was too intense for her. It scared her that something so primal could control her so much. “Regis…” she wept, and her tears got his attention. “What is it, darling?” he asked in a voice as soft as velvet. “Too much…” she cried, her bottom lip trembling. “It’s too much…” “I know,” he cooed, giving her a kiss on her sweaty forehead. “Just give in to the pleasure and we can worry about the rest later.” Calliope’s body seized and she screamed bloody murder as her juices drenched Regis’s member. She gave in to the pleasure and didn’t care if her muscles screamed at her. After her orgasm started to dwindle, she fell back and began whimpering as tears stained her cheeks and her pillow case. She was so tired that it was hard to focus on the fact that Regis was still slamming into her so he could reach his orgasm. In a couple of thrusts, Regis reached that place of euphoria and he exploded inside of her, spraying his seed into the warm confines of her vagina and uterus. Regis laughed and a smile spread across his face, feeling absolutely wonderful. This was the release he was waiting for and what he needed. All the tension, the anger, the confusion, and the pain melted away as they shared their mutual love for each other. Regis wasn’t done yet, though, and neither was Calliope. He pulled out of her, flipped her over onto her stomach, and slammed into her once more, fucking her like an animal. Calliope’s vagina was very tender and her nerves were overwrought from all the sensations and orgasms. It didn’t take long for her to come again. Her body seized again and she let out a wrenched cry as she flooded his member with her hot juices. Regis kissed her temples and neck as she came, shuddering around his member. The feeling of her orgasm prompted Regis to release his. He came into her, flooding her with his spunk, and smirked when he heard her moan as he filled her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close to him until the beautiful euphoria died down and he relaxed. He collapsed on top of her, covering her form with his warm one, and tried to catch his breath. A blissful smile came across Calliope’s face and she closed her eyes, feeling content. Regis pulled out of her and collapsed onto his back, pulling her into his chest. Calliope clung to him as her heart rate began to slow and her body started cooling. Her head felt like lead when she looked up at him with a loving smile on her face. “Hey, stranger,” she said in a hoarse voice, resting her chin on his sweaty chest. “How do you feel, my darling love?” he asked breathlessly, stroking her sweat-dampened hair with a gentle hand. “Wonderful,” she sighed blissfully, smiling at him. “It feels so good to be in your arms again, my love.” “I love you, Calliope,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead. “I love you too, my king,” she murmured, resting her head on his chest and feeling weariness fill her body. He seemed to notice that she was drifting off to sleep. “Are you tired, my love?” he asked softly, stroking her bangs back from her forehead. “Mm-hmm…” she murmured, feeling really groggy. “Sleep, darling,” he whispered, stroking her back in a soothing manner. “Will you be here when I wake up?” she asked, sounding childish. “Of course,” he replied, holding her tightly. “Always.” Calliope smiled as she drifted off to a wonderful dream land where she and Regis could be happy together no matter what happened. Even if there was danger at their door, she would always hold on to this wonderful moments and she would remind Regis of this when he felt down because she loved him. … The next morning, Calliope woke up in Regis’s arms and she sighed contently, rubbing her cheek against his chest. While he was asleep, he looked younger and free of worry. She smiled as she stroked his ebony hair back and noticed that he started to get some silver strands. Must have been a result of the strain of ruling the kingdom and keeping the Wall up with the Crystal. While Regis slept peacefully, she got out of bed to use the toilet and take a shower. She had to get the scent of sex off of her if she wanted to return to work and face Cor. She knew her brother was smart but she prayed to all the gods that he wouldn’t get suspicious when he realized that Regis hadn’t been at the castle the previous night. As the warm water fell on her, she started singing softly, feeling happier than ever. She only sang when she was having a good day. Just as she was rinsing the conditioner out of her hair, she felt the shower door open and a warm body joining hers. When the door closed, she turned and saw Regis standing there with a lustful look on his face. Calliope smiled and she wrapped her arms around him, her body molding into his. “Did you start making coffee?” she asked him, kissing him on the neck. “No,” he replied, running his hands over her body. “Good,” she sighed, leaning into his touch. … After that wonderful shower, Calliope got dressed in comfortable clothing and towel dried her hair as Regis fished through her fridge for some fruit. She felt very content and all was right in the world. That was until a certain someone came in. The front door unlocked and Cor came in with a puzzled look on his face. “Your Majesty, what are you doing in Calliope’s apartment?” The Immortal asked his king, giving him a suspicious look. The color in Calliope’s face drained out and her face told Cor everything he needed to know. “Oh, my gods,” sighed the warrior, feeling nauseous. “King Regis, you slept with my little sister?” The betrayal in Cor’s tone was evident and Calliope flew to Regis’s defense. “Cor, I started it,” she confessed, giving her brother a despaired look. “How long has this been going on?” asked Cor, his blue eyes as hard as glaciers. “I slept with the king a few weeks ago,” admitted Calliope, bowing her head in shame. “It was after the queen died. He was drunk. I tried to talk some sense into him and it turned into something more. He didn’t want anything more to do with me after that but we know how that turned out and here we are.” Cor closed his eyes and shuddered as if fighting back the urge to vomit. “King Regis, I respect and care for you and you know I love my sister,” he started, keeping his tone even. “If you hurt her, I will gladly be executed for regicide.” Regis smiled at his friend as he walked over to wrap an arm around Calliope’s waist. “I’ll never hurt her again, Cor,” he said, holding her closely. “Good,” said Cor and he turned around. “I’ll see you later, Calliope, Your Highness.” With that, he walked out the door and shut it behind. The two stood there for a minute before bursting out into peals of laughter. Regis hugged her as they laughed and he knew all was right in the world now that he was with her again. … A few days later, Calliope was back in the castle and looking after Prince Noctis, who was still in a coma. She kept Regis up to date with Noct’s health and he thanked her with a lustful look that promised of a more elaborate thank you in his room. Calliope returned that look with a sultry look of her own that wasn’t missed by Clarus and Cor. Speaking of Cor, he still avoided the idea of talking about his sister and the king being in a relationship together. He refused to tell anyone about it and the two lovers were glad. The last thing they needed was the media having a field day over this. However, Calliope knew that no matter what happened, she and Regis would face it together head on. Not only as lovers, but as fighters and true partners. Come hell or high water, they would always be there to remind each other of the little piece of heaven that was their own. She and Regis would always be together. Forever.

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Gotham’s Most Wanted [The Joker x Harley] part 3

Day 3 of JokerxHarley Week: Lust

(This fic is going to be a series, one chapter for each day of the week, but some chapters may have more to do with the theme of the day than others) Check out @jokerxharleyweek for other submissions

I know this is ridiculously late, but I’m notorious for not updating on time, I will try to get the rest of the chapters out soon!

Summary: Harleen Quinzel finds someone she never expected in a world she’s convinced is out to get her. (Highschool AU)

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“Let’s just not go to school today,” Jack suggested, his hands holding onto her hips in the hallway of their building. “My mom’s not gonna be home all day.” He leaned in whispering lightly in her ear.

It had been a total of three days since she had kissed Jack for the first time. Three days. And she had spent every second at his side since then. He liked having his hands on her at all times pretty much, liked showing she was his, because there may not be a lot of people who talk to her at school, but that didn’t mean they didn’t look. J didn’t like people to look, just him, only he could look. And he enjoyed looking.

“You know I wanna J, but my dad will kill me if he’s sees I’m absent.” She looked up at him pouty, she learned pretty quick that her pouts held a certain effect on him.

“Come on Harl, you stole all those fancy computers, and you’re practically glued to them, just hack the school system. Make it look like you’re there.” He could make anything sound tempting. She was pretty sure if he asked her to jump off a cliff like that, she’d do it.

“That’s illegal J,” She smiled, and he laughed lowly, sliding his hands up to her waist, tightening his grip.

“And everything else we do together isn’t?” He asked. All she needed were those few moments of extra attentiveness from him, in reality she had no objections to spending the day with him in an empty apartment, it sounded pretty good to her.

“Okay,” she shrugged. He had been very close to her throughout the entire conversation, and when she agreed to his proposition, he leaned down and kissed her roughly, pushing her up against the wall with his lips. It took everything she had not to start smiling as wide as she could. Instead she kissed back with the same intensity, wrapping her arms around his neck. He wasted no picking her up, and placing her legs around his waist before carrying her through the door to his apartment.

He tossed her onto his mess of a bed, jumping on top of her before she could really process the scene. She had only ever been in here one other time, and it was for the same type of situation she was in now. She hadn’t really been in the mindset to take in information, nor was she now, but she had enough wits about her to take in that the room was a mess, and a messy room reflects a messy mind, but she already knew that about him.

She tried to wrap her arms around him neck again as he kissed along her jawline, eventually moving down to her neck, but he growled and snatched her wrists, slamming the bed, and holding them there in a bruising grip. She giggled, J loved his control.

He had began to leave hickeys near the base of her neck, and around the back, carefully chosen spots her father wouldn’t see, but then he stopped, sitting up. He was still straddling her, but his intense blue eyes held a hard stare on her neck.

“Where’d you get these Harls, because I sure as held didn’t make them?” She was utterly confused at this point, seeing as only he had ever given her hickeys before, and they definitely weren’t on her neck. His fingers trailed along her neck, and when his finger pressed painfully into one of the marks, she remembered her father’s fingerprint bruises.

She squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze, as she was unwilling to give him an answer. She didn’t want to tell him about her father, there was no telling what he’d do with that information, but she knew it would just make things worse.

“They’re not hickeys J, I swear it.” She promised, biting her lip out of nerves.

“Then how did you get circular bruises on your neck Doll?” He leant back down over top of her, hand on either side of her head so all she could see was him.

“Let this one slid J, you know I only got eyes for you?”

“Doesn’t mean other people don’t have eyes for you.” He muttered, but he pulled her into a kiss anyway. He grabbed her by the wrists again, but this time using them to pull her into a sitting position, her on his lap with her legs around him. “So what does daddy’s lil harlequin want done to her today?” He asked as he pulled her shirt over her head.

Harlequin. She could have died at the mere mention of the nickname he’d given her, it was so clever. It sounded eerily similar to her real name, and as a harlequin was a form of jester, she was the perfect match to him as he was the ‘clown’. The name had even led to him calling her Harley Quinn, and Harley, which she loved even more.

“Anything daddy wants.” She giggled. She wasn’t expecting to become such a cliche girl with daddy issues, but daddy kink was hot as all hell, and he started it. “You got a condom?”

“Nah, I think I left them at yours.” He shrugged laying her back down on the bed, eyes hungry. However she put a hand up to stop him.

“No rubber, no Harley.” She said firmly.

“Come on Harls, it’s one time.” He practically purred running his hands don her body, making her eyes roll back into her head, but she shook it off.

“Nuh uh J.” She pushed him off her so he was laying next to her on the bed.

“So now what are we gonna do?” He whined.

“Get yourself a condom, and we’ll get right back to what we were doing.”

“Fine, then I guess we’re headed to your place.”

“Well I guess my dad isn’t home ’til this evening, and mom’s passed out last time I checked.”

“Then, come on.” He threw her over his shoulder, and basically sprinted across the hall, tossing her into her own bed, and digging around the tiny room for his box of condoms.

Harley just sat on the bed holding her stomach from laughing, as he looked frantically. She couldn’t contain herself when all she saw an arm appear from the floor over the side of her bed triumphantly clutching the box of condoms. His face was elated when he stood up.

“Phew,” he sighed happily, “now, back to business.”

Suddenly, Harley was smushed underneath him, as he attacked her with kisses, and the laughter stopped, this wasn’t so funny anymore.

“Making up for lost time,” he breathed as he place more hickeys on her breasts, he had marked her so many times at this point that there was no question who she belonged to now. Harleen Quinzel may have been enslaved to her father, but Harley Quinn only answered to J.

Blood was rushing in her ears, as he made his way down her body, and maybe that’s why she didn’t hear him. She was always so careful to listen, but she had made the fatal mistake to get caught up in herself. J was inching her pants off painfully slow went he burst in.

“So! You’re a little fucking whore now aren’t ya!” Her father roared, charging at them. Easily flinging Jack aside, he grabbed her by the arm, yanking her fully off the bed and onto the floor at his feet. The fall would no doubt leave harsh bruises on her knees. Then he grabbed a fist full of her pigtails.

This seemed to be his new favourite part of her body to drag her by. As a small kid, when her hair was the shortest, most platinum blond blunt bob cut, with choppy bangs, he went for the ankles. She assumed it was because he liked the thought of the uneven floorboards creating more bruising and scratching up her back as he pulled her across the floor. But as she got older, and her hair grew just a bit longer and darkened, her legs got stronger. She was beginning to teach herself gymnastics so she could kick her legs out of his grasps with relative ease, and she learned a few nicely places kicks could allow her enough time to run from the apartment all together. When her father caught onto this, he moved onto the wrists. It offered less pain for her, but much more effective in transporting her from one side of the apartment to another, and just as degrading. Although, when her hair reached its current length, and she started wearing it in pigtails, he found a way to bring intense pain back into the equation, and even more of a struggle for her as it was impossible to keep her footing with this method.

“I won’t have a whore in my house hold, you wanna fuck all the boys and be a slut, you can do it somewhere else.” His voice was low, and shaking. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen him so mad. Her knees were scraped to pieces as he hauled her across the floor. Her mother was in the living room, just standing there. Staring.

“Fucking do something!” Harley yelled at her, tears streaming down her face. “You’re my mother, help me!” She screeched. Lillian Quinzel just dragged her haggard, broken down body back into the bedroom, and collapsed.

“Here we are!” Max declared, feigning enthusiasm. Her father slid open the window that led to their fire escape. The latter to the ground had long since rusted to nothingness, leaving a rickety frame you’d have to be suicidal to attempt to climb down from.

“Dad, stop!” She pleaded, crying, and struggling as he shoved her out the window, marooning her on the landing. She still was only in her underwear, and they were in the midst of a brutally cold winter.

“Now, to deal with the sex crazed boy in your room.” He told her, before slamming the window shut, trapping her.

“No!” She banged on the window, screaming for someone to let her in

It was as if he left her on a deserted island. She could scream for help all she wanted, but no could hear her.

She sat on the frozen metal platform for hours, watching the sky turn dark, and hazy, or maybe that was just her vision going blurry. Her body had moved on from shaking uncontrollably, to not moving at all. She could see the light layer of frost that coated her skin, pretty soon, she’d become a part of this damn fire escape, and it would be like she never existed at all.

You’ve never really been cold until you’ve felt cold like this. Until you’ve literally had no option but to stay where you were and take it. You’ve never been cold until you’ve had nothing to remotely helpful to keep you warm, not until all you could do was wrap your own bony, uncovered arms around yourself and wait. Not until shake so much you physically can’t stop until your body freezes over, and when you do freeze over, you’re so still you think you could be paralyzed. All that movement just stops, and you get colder. Once you have your own personal layer of frost you think it can’t possibly get worse, but every minute it gets colder, and you reach a level of suicidal you didn’t think was possible. A level where you can’t move a muscle, so you’re just begging so force of nature to take you out. Did I forget to mention the crying? Yeah, you can’t stop crying, and the tears freeze on your face and you’re even colder. You have never been cold until you’ve been cold like this.

When all the stars had finally lit up the sky, and it was inky black, she heard a small tap on the window. She moved her head as fast she could to see who it was, but as fast as she could was a slow, shaky speed, and she could hear her frost crackling as she did so. She saw to big green, glassy eyes, and then the window opened.

Harley burst into tears.

She had never felt so broken, and alone as she did spending that day on the fire escape. She had, at one point tried to shake the landing so the icicle directly above her would fall and end the day for her. The only reason she didn’t get up and roll off the side of the railing was because she was frozen in position.

her mother reached out an pulled Harley back outside when she realized she was so frozen she couldn’t move on her own. When her feet landed on the floor inside, she fell straight to the ground, and wept. So happy to be back inside, but also so damn tired. She was melting ice, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to thaw anymore.

“The boy has been knocked out on your bedroom floor all day, your father’s asleep.” He mother whispered softly, then she was gone as quickly as she’d come.

Harley lay there for what felt like another hour, but in reality it could have been five minutes. She had lost all feeling in every body part she had during the day outside, and regaining feeling was a painful process. The cold would bite and scratch at you until you could no longer feel it, but getting that feeling back lit your body on fire, and brought back every damning symptom of the cold the numbness relieved you from.

When her frosty legs could again hold her weight, she headed to her room. Her mother had said J had been knocked out on her floor all day. What could her father had done to him?

When she pulled back the curtain to her bedroom, guilt punched her hard in the gut. J was lying on the floor beside her bed, and next to him, the baseball bat she kept underneath her bed. She had brought this on to him. If she hadn’t insisted on being his friends, and pushed, and been so forward about her feelings for him, he wouldn’t be here.

She dropped to her knees and crawled toward his black and blue figure. His right eye was swollen, tinged a mixture of reds, blacks, and purples. That the only damage she could see, she knew her father well enough to know that damage would extend greatly underneath his clothes.

“J?” She whispered, praying she wasn’t talking to a corpse. “It’s me.” To her relief he grunted. “Hey, you’re alive,” she smiled despite their situation, “now open your eyes babe.”

“Can’t, hurts too much.” He groaned, only moving his mouth. She just hoped he was refusing to move, and not that he actually couldn’t.

“No, J, I need you to look at me, please?” Her voice cracked, and she was on the verge of tears again. At least rate she would become dehydrated within five minutes.

She watched him reluctantly blink his eyes open. The one with that nasty bruise surrounding it, was bleeding into the white of the eye, and he could barely open it, but the other looked intact. He shifted his gaze toward her, and his eyes flashed. He slid himself into a sitting position against the wall in so much haste, that it caused him to sharply wince in pain.

“Harley, what happened to you? You’re blue! Come here.” He opened his arms, and she curled into him thankfully. “Babe, you’re ice to the touch.”

“Dad put me outside all day, trapped me on the fire escape.” She explained, as he pulled the comforter from her bed to cover them. He obviously wasn’t moving tonight.

“How long is all day? How long have we been here?”

“Well, I’m guessing the reason he came home was because he got the call from the school about me being absent, so I think that was around 10am, and he probably got me outside around 10:30, so if my math is correct, I’m going to say around 13 hours.”

“With no clothes on? In the winter? You’re probably sick Harls!” He tightened his grip around her, rubbing her arms in a useless attempt to warm her up.

“Yeah, and my dad probably broke multiple bones in your body.” She replied, utterly defeated.

“He’s not going to get away with this.”

“He always does.”

“So that’s where you got those bruises, huh? Pops likes to think choking you will scare you into behaving?”

“It works so well, doesn’t it?”

“And this cut?” She felt his fingers run along her hairline.

“That be from my head constantly hitting the toilet after he practically drowned me.”

“No one touches you, but me.” He was holding onto her now, she was sure he would leave his own fingerprint bruises on her waist. “Kiss me.” It came out of no where, so demanding, and abrupt. He wanted to feel something, feel they were still there, still on earth.

Blue, frosty lips met swollen bleeding ones for a perfect dance of the broken hearted.

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What if humans weren’t the only supernatural ‘hunters’?

Welcome to my first full story published online ever. It is meant to be an Introduction to a new type of 'hunter’ character in the SPN universe - one that will, eventually (hopefully), interact with Canon characters. She is drawn from ideas created by Seanan McGuire in the Incryptid and Sparrow Hill Road books*, but is wholly new - her own person, providing an alternative approach to addressing spiritual problems in the world of SPN.

2,657 words

No actual SPN characters or canon settings IN the story

Content notes: death, abuse, LGBT issues

I have a bunch of these stories outlined, with other ‘hunters’ of this type in the works as well. I would WELCOME anyone interested in writing fic in this AU, co-writing with me or beta reading future stories. Contact me @durenjtmusings​

Last Chance

“Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell [me] a story. Make some light.” — Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux

Southeast Tennessee Early summer, 2003

As usual, she began catching rides just after dawn, following the pull of the Road – this time south and west towards the Tennessee/Alabama border. She wore her hair blonde and short today, in a blunt cut just past the jawline. Given the accompanying snow white complexion, she decided that a low cut lacy tank with wedge sandals and tight faded jeans formed a believable compromise between suggestive and sun poisoning. She was thin, a natural result of abuse and self-neglect, but still attractive enough that travel was predictably swift. Her first ride, a refreshingly earnest elderly couple, helpfully provided a light scarf-like wrap, “…to protect your lovely shoulders from all those nasty UV-rays, dearie.” When she hit SR-64 around noon, however, traffic became scarce and she was forced to walk miles in the unrelenting rays of a clear blue summer sky.  As the scarf became glued to her skin, both the heels and the jeans were loudly and thoroughly cursed as phenomenally stupid decisions. Given all her years traveling the region, she certainly should have known better. Despite it all, of course, she still felt frigidly cold at her core. She was always cold – or almost always, anyway.

Twelve years ago, she had wished desperately for a better life. When she ran away, she hadn’t just been running from the abuse, she’d also been running towards something. With nothing but her purse and the clothes on her back, she’d been heading for California - the pacific coast – as FAR away as she could get by stolen car. Unlike many, she didn’t have a specific goal in mind. She didn’t want to be a star; she didn’t want to be famous or rich. I just wanted to see new things, go new places, do different work, and meet new...people.

When she realized where she was heading, however, she rolled her eyes and allowed herself a loud resigned sigh. Oh hell, it’s Freddie. Again. Well, Freddie  had been something new, she had to admit.

As her final ride dropped her off at the 97 junction, the Road’s level of anxiety filled her with dread. Goddammit! I’m too late, she cursed inwardly. Freddie’d always been odd, but he had recently taken to lying in the middle of the road in broad daylight, causing havoc with lunchtime traffic patterns. When it was just an occasional car run off the road at midnight, she’d let him go with a stern talking to and a fierce glare. He’d disappear and sulk for a few months and then be at it again. They’d kept this up for a couple of years …but she’d seen that he was getting worse. His horizontal antics had slowly slid from juvenile trick to depression to malice. Now, according to the Road, Freddie’s weird aggressive passivity had caused a fatality. Now, sadly, she’d have to do something more final.

As the ambulance passed by, red lights flashing and siren blaring, she slipped the scarf from her shoulders and slid off the pavement to search the late afternoon shadows. He turned out to be an easy find. Just standing by the edge of the cornfield, Freddie had his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his bell bottoms, with his face turned towards the ground. As she approached, his shoulders twitched defensively underneath his tattered Star Wars t-shirt. She knew he knew what was coming. She’d warned him, time and time again. Man, I HATE this part of the job, she thought. He didn’t look up as she stopped beside him.

“Freddie, dude…” she said sadly.

“I don’t wanna go, Susan.” He still wouldn’t look at her. His tone was flat, his body posture tense. She recognized all the red flags for resistance. Great, just great, and now on top of it, I have to fight a 14-year-old boy.  Around them swirled the lights and buzz and hum of the accident - police cars’ flashing lights, the EMTs rushing about, bystanders milling around making exclamations of horror, etc. Officers were busy directing traffic around the crash and, as always, rubberneckers were staring. Susan and Freddie ignored the chaos, focused only on each other.

She didn’t know a lot about Freddie’s background. She hadn’t been the one to meet him - to explain the options and help him through the transition. She’d only met him a couple of years ago when he’d started creating problems. She knew that he hadn’t grown up around here, that he had been a more urban boy transplanted to this rural life. She knew that he’d been gay - or questioning - before it happened and that he hadn’t been accepted here. And while she was certain this had something to do with his depression and self-destructive behaviors, she didn’t know his story. She didn’t know WHY he did what he did. She’d tried repeatedly to get him to sit down and tell her - to share his private anger and grief - but he always refused, making a joke, or just laughing... harshly. She didn’t have many failures on her record and it nearly broke her heart that Freddie would now be added to the list.

“Freddie, it’s time to go now. You have to say goodbye now. You know that.” She was careful to talk softly, trying one last time to convince him to take the easy way out.

“I don’t wanna go, Susan.” Threatening this time, clearly holding back anger - likely years upon years of carefully hoarded anger. “I didn’t WANT this. I didn’t ASK for this. I just wanted to live my life but they wouldn’t LET me.” Finally, he turned towards her, his good eye startlingly blue in the mangled mess of his face. “I want them to PAY for this.”

And there it is, the final nail in the coffin (so to speak). There in his voice was that shift to vengeance - to lash out at those responsible. And at this point, he saw anyone living as responsible. Susan sighed, knowing, just knowing that this was going to be a bad day. A very bad day. Thank the Powers that I’ve lost the sandals, she reflected. She took a tiny step forward, tentatively reaching for his hand.

“I can listen, Freddie. You know I can listen. I can listen and I can tell your story. I can make sure everyone knows what happened, so that, maybe, just maybe, it won’t happen again…for someone. Wouldn’t you like to try to SAVE someone?” She’d made this appeal to him every time. She was obligated to make it again, even though she had little hope of success.

“I SAID, I DON’T WANT TO GO!” Freddie exploded into action, lunging to grab at the collar of her jean jacket with both hands extended, his face further contorted by rage.

She had time to think, “Better at me than at them,” and then her years of experience took over. The fight took longer than she expected, for what Freddie lacked in skill, he more than made up for in power. He’d had years to build up that power – especially since he’d used so little of it when playing his tricks on the road. She was careful to keep the fight away from the crowds, as this kind of wild energy was highly likely to have negative effects on the human psyche. Particularly when they couldn’t see the cause.

“Stay DOWN, Freddie, give it up. You’re DONE.” Finally pinned, Freddie struggled in her hold as Susan began to say the words. She detested these words, the ones that summoned the Dark Takers. The ones who came to collect twisted and involuntary souls always leered at her, making her skin try to crawl off of her body. And they stank. They stank of decay and agony in horrid places and grim defeat. She gritted her teeth to hold back the tears. She hated the very idea of this young boy with those horrors but she had no choice. He’d made it clear that he wouldn’t stop and the Road was adamant that no more lives could be lost.

“STOP! Stop Susan, please…stop.” His body had stilled as he cried out, his words quickly turning into a plea. Freddie remained tense, but no longer fought her hold. Susan immediately halted her chant, but held herself ready to continue at the first sign of another of his tricks. “Please…I just want…” Freddie’s voice choked off, as he attempted to grapple with expressing an avalanche of pent up emotions and desires.

“Hey, hey...” Susan said soothingly. “Take it easy. It’s a lot, I know. There’s no rush, we have all the time we want.” She carefully began to relax her hold and let a bit of a smile creep into her voice. “I’ve got nowhere else I need to be. How about you?” Thankfully, she felt his body slump and then begin to jerk with sobs. “It’s ok, kid. It’s ok to mourn the life you wanted, the life you could have lived.”

He told her then, in between sobs, about the girl and the teasing and the misunderstandings. All perfectly normal teen angst until they found them - with him dressed in her borrowed clothes. How it escalated so quickly to ugliness and threats from peers and adults alike. Each day an almost unbearable new torment until her parents took her away – his only ally. They caught him alone soon after, took him into the woods far from prying eyes, and terrorized him for what seemed an eternity. Freddie was calmer by then, his voice stronger, the anger returning. “They were wrong. I was not a freak. I am not a freak.”

“Of course not, Freddie.” Her voice was firm, and matter of fact. “You were discovering who you wanted to be – simply exploring the facets of your soul. Not a damn thing wrong with that.” She was holding him in her arms by then, both of them curled up by the side of the road, Freddie with is head buried in her t-shirt.

“Sadly, they were too limited to accept anything beyond their own expectations.” Her voice softened. “They were afraid of you Freddie. You scared them, badly, and they…well, I can’t begin to explain or excuse their actions.” Susan sighed. So many people, so many stories, so full of hurt and sadness.

“But you got away, didn’t you Freddie?” Susan prompted. “You ran until you found a road – this road.”

Freddie looked up, his good eye wide with surprise. “Yes, how did you know? I was hurt...bleeding...and I just wanted it to stop. I ran and ran, trying to hide in the corn, but it wasn’t tall enough, and they just…they just kept coming. It was getting dark and I couldn’t see well without my glasses, but when I found the road…” His face, full of hope, crumpled as the memories found him. Whimpering, he curled up tighter within her arms.

“You thought for sure you were saved. And then someone did come, but they didn’t see you, did they, Freddie? And then you…” And then you died, Freddie. You died horribly, with your face smashed in and all your possibilities cut short. “And then you ended up like this.” Susan patted his shoulder soothingly. “I know about you finding this road, Freddie, because, like you, I belong to the Road. It tells me where there are troubles and I try to help solve them.” And you’ve been troubled for a long time Freddie. Twenty-four years is a long time to be stuck at 14 years old, holding on to all that anger and pain.

“What happens now, Susan?” Freddie pulled himself out of her embrace and turned to look into her face. “Do I still have to go?” His expression was a painful mix of hope and fear. She hated the answer she had to give.

“You took a life, Freddie – an innocent life. That’s where they draw the line. You can’t stay here anymore.” At his panicked look, she softened her expression, reaching out to take his hand. “They say you have to redeem yourself, Freddie. You know that, don’t you?” At his rebellious expression, she gripped his hand more tightly. “It’s better if you go voluntarily, kid, trust me on this.” The threat of the Takers skulked again through her thoughts. “If you choose to go, they say it can be a point in your favor – a step towards your eventual release.”

“My release? How long will that take? And who are they anyway?” Freddie’s voice was dangerously edged with both sarcasm and despair.

Susan struggled to find the right tone - the right words to convince him – and then gave up trying. “I don’t know, Freddie, sometimes I think the Road doesn’t tell me shit.” She sighed and found herself wondering, once again, why they had picked her for the job. Because someone has to do it or the world would be chaos. She knew the answer – sort of – but that wouldn’t be much help to Freddie.

Susan turned his hand over and watched her own fingers trace idle circles in his palm. “I guess…in my job I’ve talked with a lot of folks, Freddie. And from that, I know a lot of it is about chances. Chances and what you chose to do with them. And all that pain and anger you’re holding on to? It makes you powerful, but it doesn’t help much in thinking about your options.” She tipped his chin up, forcing him to look her in the eye. “You gotta let it go, hon, you just gotta.” Susan let go of his chin and brushed a bloodied lock of his hair from his forehead. Her voice softened even further, as her hand slid down to lightly cup his shattered jaw. “I’ll tell your story – you know I will, I promise you that. I’ll write it and put it out there on the net where god and everyone can see it.” She could see it in his face, he wasn’t convinced. Like so many his age, the reality of the internet was a thing beyond conception. He needed something more concrete – more real. “I’ll tell them, Freddie, I’ll tell all the others I meet. You won’t be forgotten, I promise.”

She had him then, she could feel it through his skin. It wasn’t easy, though. It took time to convince him to say the words – time and lots and lots of talking. If it was easy, Susie-Q, she reminded herself, they wouldn’t call it work. By the time the night was spent, Freddie was still resentful, but however grudgingly, he agreed to go. The road was clear of all human activity by the time she passed Freddie over to the solemn and solitary guide in the thinning shadows. She felt herself relax for the first time since sunset. She had not been too late; there had been one last chance. She waved a silent farewell as his image faded away, to wherever it was they sent him, for however long they decided it took.

She’d wanted a better life. What they’d given her was a different…existence. And that had provided new things, new places…certainly different work, and new…stories.

So, not so bad a day at that. Not exactly a win, really. I’ll call this one a draw, I guess. She eyed the sky, estimating the coming dawn. Sensible shoes this time, dammit, she thought. As always, she was cold - all the way through to her bones. Time to find a willing rube and a ride, she thought. And hopefully, a good meal at a high end truck stop with terminals and a free connection to the net.

She had a new story to share.

Notes:

*If you liked this, I recommend the following free online Seanan McGuire stories that helped inspire me:

Good Girls Go to Heaven  

The Ghosts of Bourbon Street (pdf)

Bury Me In Satin (pdf)

And, of course - you could always BUY Sparrow Hill Road

Image Sources:

Opening Road image: http://s3.favim.com/orig/46/alone-countryside-girl-road-sun-Favim.com-423773.jpg

Girl on Road image:  https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3713/11698693665_ef58987edb_o.jpg