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vellichor-of-the-solivagant · 28 days ago

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Extra: A Ghostly Tactical Bakery

Task Force 141, Keegan & Konig X Female!Criminal! Reader

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NOTE: Hello, everyone! I hope you'll like the chapter! By the end of this extra, I will be putting a poll regarding our gremlin's call name, which I believe or like to think will be a bit of a reveal/foreshadowing for the upcoming chapters. I shall mention more details after this. Thank you!

You put your index finger to your lips, blowing silently to hush down the whining creature beside you. Riley, your brother’s—or at least that was what he wanted to get called or referred to—Hesh’s dog. You took a slice of bread out from your stash and tore it in half.

With a smile, you handed him the food. You watched him take a sniff first, before carefully biting the bread and slipping it off from your fingers.

You pushed your balaclava over your head, then brought your part of the bread to your lips. You put a hand on Riley’s head, softly stroking it as he nibbled on his food.

In silence, you both ate what was left on your ration for the day and patiently waited for Walkers’ and Keegan's return.

“Taking a while, aren’t they?” you spoke just as you chewed on your food and swallowed. Riley let out a whine in return.

You tilted your head at his way. “You think they’re having fun without us?”

His ears perked up and barked in a low volume.

You nodded, lower lip poking out in agreement. “Right?” you clicked your tongue. “Let’s bite off their asses once we meet up.” Then, as if he was to be of the same opinion, he laid his head down on your lap.

You remained sitting at the corner of a rooftop, up in an abandoned building where you could see the rest of the vicinity. A sniper rifle rested on your side, while Riley remained on the other. In this mission, you were supposedly the recon sniper. And it seemed the sun had also begun to get impatient as the time ticked. Its last warmth for the day kissed your skin, covered in paint and dirt, as it slowly said goodbye.

Upon its final wave, darkness veiled over the land and the ones up in the sky, overshone by the nearest star, begin to twinkle, eager for their time to shine. Then, something brighter caught your eye as it drew a trail into the night.

You picked up your gun, Riley quickly stood up, and you got on your knees, peeking over the wall of the rooftop.

Would have been beautiful if it was a shooting star. Maybe, you would have made a wish.

You looked through the scope, finger landing on the trigger as you steadied your gun.

But this kind of shooting star, coming from below, would also make you say a wish that everyone—people you call your family were okay. Then you frowned and rolled your eyes, as you saw fucking David “fucking won’t stop annoying the fuck out of you for at least a fucking second” Walker flipping fingers at you, mouthing ‘you suck’, and Logan “fave bro” Walker kicking his shin. At their back, Elias shook his head.

You felt a twitch under your eye in irritation. “Son of a . . .”

“Language.”

In an instant, you drew your pistol and aimed at the man behind you, and upon quickly scanning the man’s appearance—a uniform the same as yours, a balaclava with a white skull painted over, and frosty blue eyes which had become stormy with the shadows of the night.

You dropped your arm, sighing. “Good lord, Keegan,” you grumbled and turned to Riley with a glare. “And why didn’t you tell me he’s coming?” You narrowed your eyes. “I swear, you like him more than you like me.”

Riley merely barked at you.

You pulled a face. “Bruh.”

Keegan stared at Riley, before settling his eyes on you, with the most judging look he had once in a while. But as you were about to say a retort, he spoke. “Come on, kid.” Keegan pulled your balaclava back in place, stuffing your face with fabric once again. Then, he turned away, gesturing at Riley, and started jogging.

You followed his steps down the roof and onto the winding stairs of the building, each footfall echoed in a steady rhythm. In this noise and silence at the same time, you found comfort. You opened your mouth underneath the fabric, wanting to speak but no words came out.

You wanted to say a pick-up line—maybe, try rizzing him, again. But usually, it never worked, and you have very unsupportive brothers-in-arms.

Hesh would make himself vomit just to tell you how disgusted he was and Logan would walk away, most of the time dragging Merrick or anyone of the Ghosts with him. Elias, on the other hand, would just give you a thumbs-up with an awkward grin.

It wasn’t like you had any prior experience in romance or anything related to that for a matter of fact.

All the lessons which your father gave you as you grew up was: how to kill, how to murder, how to massacre, how to be above everything else.

You were more or less a weapon he created, than a daughter he raised.

But heck, your father should have at least taught you how to seduce people. Then again, why seduce people when you can just straight up bash their heads?

It wasn’t like you could give Keegan those heads.

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

WAIT.

You could give him a head!

Haha! You fucking genius!

Then, realization dawned on you at the bottom of the stairs. You let your rifle fall off your hands just as you pulled on your balaclava, and exclaimed, “Argh, I don’t know how to do that, though!”

Keegan and Riley stopped in their tracks. The dog tilted his head curiously at you as the Sergeant turned to face you, eyeing you with confusion. “Do what?”

Ah, shit. You forced out a laugh and rushed ahead, leaving him behind with Riley. “Nothing!” you remarked, pushed open the glass door of the building, before jogging back to the stairs where you left your gun.

You cleared your throat as he stared at you pointedly and once again, he led the way to the meeting point, which was the roof top of another building.

It didn’t take long to track the others down, but the stairs sure gave you an unwanted exercise. You breathed heavily upon the final step and kicked the rooftop door open, where the Walkers awaited your arrival. Riley ran up to Hesh as the butt kneeledHesh and Logan, while Elias walked toward you.

The Captain put his hand on your shoulder, patting softly. “Everything okay at your end, child?”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded. “Although, I don't see a reason why you smoked up a flare. Which I guess to be my dear eldest brother's doing.” You shot a glare at Hesh, which he merely rose a brow at.

Elias chuckled and ruffled your head, but as his hand left, you were shoved down the rough concrete. You grunted upon impact and at the weight over you. Elias as well had been brought down with a groan.

“I'm borrowing this,” Keegan said in a low voice as he snatched your sniper rifle, positioning himself before you, making you face his ass.

You stared at it, respectfully. Lord, thank you for keeping me alive to see this blessing.

A gunshot rang in a deafening loudness, but it was music to your ears. And again, and again. One bullet for each head.

He looked so good that you just wanted to jump onto him, carry him around, and scream that you wanted to marry him and his goddamn tactical buttcheeks that could rival a bakery.

“Disgusting.”

You turned your head to Hesh, who was once again faking his vomit. Logan turned away from you. While Elias pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You love my ass that much that you want to marry me?” Keegan asked, gazing down at you.

You sat up, got on your feet and turned towards the edge of the roof. “You know what, I'll just jump.”

Keegan, however, grabbed the straps of your vest before you could run and dragged you as the sound of a chopper echoed in your ears, and it continued to do so until someone shook you.

You opened your eyes, wide like saucers and quickly straightened up at the sight of someone with a skull balaclava.

Ghost.

Not your Ghosts, but the Ghost of 141.

“Had a good sleep?” Simon questioned, putting his rifle down beside him.

“Uh, yeah,” you nodded, ��I guess.” You looked around and realized you were still at Graves’ aircraft, which was heading to Las Almas.

“Looks like someone or a couple of sergeants exhausted you last night,” he claimed as his eyes shifted to Soap and you turned your head away.

“Uh,” Soap began, “who?”

“It's alright, Soap.” You faced him. “The Lt. knows you freaking made me look like your chew toy.”

His hand went at the back of his head, scratching his nape, a tint of red painting his cheeks. “Sorry if that upsets you.”

You hummed in return and intertwined your fingers, before pinching your hand, your nail planting onto the skin, but not enough to make it bleed.

Did you miss them badly you dreamt about them again? Was it guilt you feel for leaving them for your goal? Was it the urge to put a bullet in your head for being unloyal to the man you love although you weren't exactly his lover?

Or was it the urge to kill yourself right now to end this all?

“Something the matter, Bonnie?” Soap asked in a low voice.

Without bothering to shoot him a glance, you shook your head and painted a smile on your lips.

“Nothing.”

Note: So, regarding the call name, I was thinking of just straight-up calling the gremlin "Snapdragon" (search the symbolism and you'll know) or just Gremlin (I think it's funny). But overall, I want to discuss this and decide with you all. Suggestions are welcome, but the majority wins. The poll will go on for 1 week!

You can also read the series on AO3!

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years ago

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Unexpected 17

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, car sex, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The jolt of the car door shakes you. The vinyl blurs in your vision, a scratchy blanket around you as a weight shifts the axel. Another door snaps and you close your eyes, chattering as you hug your clammy chest.

“Fucking dumb bitch,” Lloyd sneers as the world moves in reverse, “why’d you have to fuck this up too?”

You don’t answer. You don’t think he’s talking to you. You’re not there. You’re dreaming in the grass.

The click of the blinker fills the silence. You roll against the back of the seat, trying to find some warmth. The change in direction makes you dizzy as the tires roll on.

You huddle into the crook of the seat, sinking into the motion, drifting off back to the swaying of branches and the soft ruffle of grass. Birds sing as the sun rises. You’re shaken from paradise as you’re dragged across the seat.

He lifts you, still wrapped in the blanket, and kicks the door shut. You lean against his shoulder, chuckling as you hang your head.

“You just can’t let me be, can you?” You eke out. Your throat feels swollen around your words, your fingers and toes are numb, your blood flow sluggish.

“You’re such a fucking baby, you know that?” He growls, “got me at the goddamn hospital–”

“You could’ve… left me,” you shiver weakly, slurring each syllable.

“Fucking don’t,” he barks as automatic doors woosh open around him. He marches forward, hiking you up in his arms, “she’s pregnant,” he says to the woman behind the desk, “I think she’s got hypothermia.”

“Sir, how– how far along?” The nurse stands.

“Uh…” he trails off, “three months?”

“Four,” you correct him with a croak.

“Just… she got locked outside and she’s freezing,” he insists.

You say nothing as you lean into him. He’s so warm, boiling hot. The nurse comes around and checks your pulse. The room turns hazy as the sterile smell tickles your nose.

“This way…” her words drift into your subconscious, “...on a drip…warm her up….”

💎

You lay beneath the heated blanket and thank the nurse for the steaming cup of tea as she sets it down. You’re alone, a long hoped for reprieve. The doctor insisted you stay at least a night to be monitored, the baby too. The good news, they revealed, was that the fetus was alive and well. You wish you could say the same.

Living but not happily. Still, it’s better you didn’t take another with you. An innocent spark of life that doesn’t deserve your resentment. You never want to be like your mother. Holding your own problems against the child will only make things worse.

You sip daintily from the cup, flipping through the cable with the boxy old remote. God, you forgot how annoying commercials are. And how nice it is to be on your own. Outside his grasp, if even for just a day. He’s not stupid enough to berate you in front of the hospital staff. Even that is too low for Lloyd, but leaving a pregnant woman alone, that’s just fine.

You finish the tea and the nurse brings you dinner not long after. Soup and a bun. Palatable and pleasantly warm. You fall asleep right after she comes to clear the tray, dozing in the hazy hues of the box television. You wake each time she comes to check your vitals but barely recall the disturbance when the morning comes.

There’s an apathy that remains, the kind that buffs down the anger and buries the despair, that smothers everything but the most basic senses. You see the white walls, stringent and clean, you smell the rubber gloves and dry sterile atmosphere, you taste it on your tongue, you feel the cold metal bedrail as you drag your fingers over it, and hear the steady beep of the machine.

Breakfast is jello and Cheerios, another cup of tea and orange juice too. You forgot how nice it was to enjoy simple things. When was the last time you just had a bowl of cereal or even a cup of jello? You could go for some apple slices too.

As you nurse the steeped tea, there is a knock on the open door frame. You look up, expecting a pair of scrubs, but find a familiar face you couldn’t predict. Dottie’s ring tings off the metal before she enters.

“Oh, hon, there you are,” she sings as she sweeps in, her husband at her shoulder, his expression placid and his steps long but without the same urgency as his wife. “We brought you coffee and a–” she stops short, “oh, dear, you ate without us.”

“I didn’t know you were coming,” you blink as Lloyd appears in the door, a scowl on his face as he carries a tray of drinks and a large Dunkin bag.

“Never you worry,” she touches your hand as it rests against the rail, “I am only happy you can eat. Oh, hon, to hear of what happened,” she pauses and sends a pointed look to her son, “I didn’t raise him like that, I promise you–”

“She locked herself out,” Lloyd nears and places the food on the tray, “you want your coffee or what?”

“Hey,” Dottie snaps her knuckles against his arm and he hisses as he touches the tender spot left by her rings, “now sweetie, we got you decaf of course,” she turns back to you and selects the marked cup, “I know it’s tough, ya give up so much for the baby and old indulgences can do wonder.”

Harlan nods as he crosses his arms, watching without a word. You shoot him a sheepish smile. He’s a stoic man, silent more often than not, like a shadow against the wall. Dottie searches the large bag and takes out a rainbow sprinkle donut, folded in wax paper, “hon,” she rounds to her husband, “your favourite.”

“Thank ‘em,” he says quietly and bends to plant a kiss on her powdered cheek.

She comes back and reaches into the bag, “I hope ya like Boston cream, hon, cause I wasn’t sure.”

She presents the donut and you accept it. Despite the last day and the hospital food, your ravenous. You could probably eat a whole dozen.

“Thanks, Dottie,” you say, “you didn’t have to–”

“Someone needs ta take care of ya,” she insists and jabs her son with an acrylic, “no donut for Marion, the brat.”

“Ma, I didn’t do nothing,” there’s a subtle twang in his whine.

“You think I don’t know you, boy,” she spins to face him, “you think I don’t know the stunts you pull. I love ya but goddamn can you be a handful. So you sit down and pout into your fancy dancy cafe mocha whatever.”

She dismisses her with the flicker of her fingers and turns back to you, “we got much to do. I seen the house, ain’t even a nursery. No, no, can’t have a child with nowhere to sleep. Or with some bumpkin daddy.”

“Ma,” Lloyd growls again as he lowers himself onto the rolling stool with his cup.

“You didn’t even stay the night with her, Mar. Do you understand when I spent twenty hours working to get you out and your pa was there for every single one and the night too,” she snarls, “you ain’t gonna this serious and I wouldn’t blame her for taking the kid and leaving you where you belong.”

“Mama’s right, son,” Harlan intones as he steps forward to accept his coffee from Dottie, “pardon my reach, little lady,” he says, “let me say I’m glad you look healthy.”

“Oh, thanks,” you utter, biting into the donut as the tension of Lloyd’s moping and Dottie’s temper ripens.

“Now, you’ll be close to findin’ out the gender, right? That’s exciting but don’t matter no how, boy or girl. We got a grandbaby comin’ and I’m mighty excited,” she chimes, “god, when Harlan told me about all this business of you lyin’ in a hospital by yourself, oh, I was ready come here and tan Marion’s hide, and I might still.”

She sends another sneer over her shoulder. You swallow and try not to smile at the verbal breakdown of the man who never stops talking. For once, he has nothing to say.

“I meant to ask,” you clear your throat, “where did the name Marion come from?”

“My daddy was a Marion,” she says proudly as Lloyd glowers, squinting at you as you dare to meet his eyeline, “good man. Now he’s still alive but he went up to the hills in Kentucky about a decade ago, we ain’t seen him since. But trust me, I feel it,” she touches her chest, “he’s kicking and he’s no doubt up there roasting rattlers over an open fire.”

“Oh, wow,” you utter, “that’s interesting.”

“And you dearie, you said your family is some northern folk, from around here?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess most of them, I don’t… I don’t have much for a family.”

“No ma?” She asks and you shake your head. “Pa?” The same response. “Marion, why don’t you tell me nothin’?” She tuts, “if I’d known, I’d have been here sooner. You can’t be carryin’ all this around yourself.”

Harlan shakes his head as he aims a glance at his son. Lloyd looks away evasively, rolling his eyes like a teenager. You’re happy for the company, the buffer between the two of you.

Before, the thought of going back to that house had you desperate for an excuse to stay. Even if it meant a convenient injury or convincing act for the nurse.

#lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #drabble #dark drabble #series #dark!drabble #the gray man #unexpected

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littlemisspascal · 2 years ago

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Rockford & Roan Pt. 2

Pairing: Tim Rockford x Female Reader/OFC ‘Roan’

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: A week into living together, you start to realize there’s something…peculiar about your roommate.

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, Reader has a dog, Reader has military background, Superpower AU, They Were Roommates AU, self-esteem issues, soulmates-ish, original characters, worldbuilding

- Reader has no first name and no physical traits described in detail except for being shorter than Rockford

Author Note: Thank you so so much for all the kind support 😊 I've really enjoyed writing for these characters and developing their world + relationship. If you want, check out some art I made for the fic here. Hope y'all like this new part!

Special thanks to @beecastle for beta reading and encouraging me 💜💜💜

Part 1 / Part 3

The Apartment

445D Albatross Lane does indeed have an unmistakably yellow door.

Standing on the sidewalk, you and Banjo stare up at the building. Well, you’re staring up at the six stories of tan bricks and arched windows, Banjo is far more interested in the smells coming from the small bakery situated just to the right of the canary yellow door. A sign on the window says they make pet friendly treats. Banjo would never forgive you if you didn’t buy him some to try sometime.

Overall, it’s a quiet and nondescript place on a quiet and nondescript street. Definitely not as modern or bustling as your current apartment on the other side of town. It’s clean though. Mellow. Charming in its own funny little way.

“Hello again, Miss Roan,” Rockford’s voice pulls you out of your observations, turning around to find him paying a cab driver. “And you, as well, Banjo,” he adds when the little mutt barks in greeting.

His appearance hasn’t changed much since yesterday, same white shirt and ruffled hair, but he’s ditched the trenchcoat this time, revealing just how much the cotton fabric stretches to accommodate his expansive shoulders.

“It’s a nice place,” you say as he comes to stand next to you.

He quirks a smile. “Just wait ‘til you see the inside.”

In the elevator, Rockford presses the button for the 4th floor. You stand next to each other; him silently watching the numbers tick by over the doors, you silently watching him out of the corner of your eye.

He seems calm. Outwardly, at least, hands stuffed in his trouser pockets. You wonder if it would mirror the same internally, ocean waters smooth and still. Your mind-gift hovers at the edges of his aura, torn between the selfish desire to submerge into his emotions again and the terrifying wariness of triggering his discomfort. It’s only the second day of knowing each other, after all, and there is such a thing as too much too fast.

But oh how you want…

You run your tongue over your bottom lip, thinking of how you could ask without sounding impolite or, worse, desperate—except then the elevator’s stopping and Rockford’s gesturing for you to follow him down the hallway.

“Only got the one key at the moment,” he produces said item from his pocket, unlocking the third door on the right, “but if you’re still certain about moving in after you look around, I’ll talk to the landlady about making copies. She’s a friend of the family, owes me a favor or two.”

You turn in a slow circle inside the living room, taking in everything while Rockford points out some of the appealing features. Good amount of natural light from the windows, updated appliances, ample sized rooms with high ceilings. The walls are painted a soothing cream color, lined with a couple of shelves here and there covered in books and random trinkets. A miniature globe, a solved Rubik’s cube, and an antique camera standing out amongst the clutter.

What he doesn’t point out is the abundance of boxes stacked in practically every corner, filled to the brim with even more books and folders stuffed with documents. Or the assortment of laboratory glassware spread out across the adjoining kitchen’s countertops. Or, most alarmingly, the joker playing card stabbed to the wall with a knife.

“My brother and I, we’re very competitive,” he explains, noticing your staring. Then, with a chuckle that sounds a bit too forced to be real, “God forbid we ever play Monopoly, we’d murder each other.”

“Does he live nearby?” you ask, filing away the little factoid in the corner of your brain you’ve decided to label Tim Rockford 101.

“Unfortunately,” is the short reply, and that’s the end of that.

You take another look around, slowly drifting over all the details big and small, thinking to yourself you can see it—a life for yourself here—just from this little glimpse.

There’s a comfortable looking plush navy couch pushed against the wall you’ll take naps on after sessions with Dr. Odair, and a perfect spot for a dog bed by the center window, and a pair of floral-patterned armchairs near a dark wood coffee table and fluffy white rug that have no good reason being grouped together and yet—and yet, somehow, you can’t imagine anything else more fitting.

“It's great,” you say, nodding your head. “You’ve found a wonderful place.”

His eyebrows furrow like you’ve given him a complicated math problem instead of a compliment.

“What?” You glance down at yourself self-consciously, worried about finding a stain, but see nothing wrong.

“You’re restraining yourself,” he says at last. “Outside on the street, I could understand keeping your mind-gift close, but here, where it’s just you and me, I’d hoped you would be comfortable enough not to suppress your empathy.”

“You–” Your breath catches in your throat, heart performing a somersault. “You mean, you don’t mind it?”

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead now, surprised and dismayed. “Of course not,” he says, so earnest and sincere you don’t even need your mind-gift to know he’s telling the truth. “Your mind-gift led to our matching. More importantly than that, it’s a part of you. I can’t promise my emotions will always be pleasant, but I can promise they’re yours to feel just as much as they are mine, Miss Roan.”

It’s…overwhelming to process. Rockford accepting your mind-gift wholly and completely. Rockford giving you unrestricted access to his feelings, the good, the bad, and the ugly. It’s the greatest offering of trust you’ve ever received, not even your own parents gave you such permission to feel their every change in mood.

You’re speechless for a long moment, furiously blinking back against embarrassing tears burning at the corners of your eyes. “Thank you,” you croak, and then divert your gaze to the hallway leading to the other rooms. “I’d like to see the rest, if that’s alright?”

He leads the way with an easy smile, and there’s only the faintest of stumbles in his step when your empathy tentatively brushes against his mind before his emotions rise up to greet you like an old friend.

Yeah, you think to yourself, looking around the bedroom that will soon be yours, head filled with the gentle lapping of waves. I think I’m going to like it here.

The transition from living alone with a dog to now living with a dog and roommate is a surprisingly smooth one. Maybe it’s the influence of the bond further tying your lives irreversibly together, but a part of you likes to think even if you weren’t a matched pair, you and Rockford could just have easily carved out a space to cohabitate. A little realm of your own making.

You move into your new bedroom with a mattress twice as big as your old one, the few personal items you own seamlessly mixing with Rockford’s in the living room, kitchen, and bathroom. Your toothbrush shares a cup with his, the grocery list sticks to the fridge with a magnet from the pet shelter, a blanket your mom gave you for your last birthday drapes over the back of the couch.

Even Banjo settles quickly into the new environment. After spending the first two days sniffing everything in sight, he finds a new favorite spot on the living room floor warmed by the sunlight to stretch out his legs like a starfish. His leash hangs up on one of the entryway wall hooks next to Rockford’s trench coat and his basket of toys fits perfectly in the bottom nook of the hall closet, filling up the final tiny gaps, cementing this apartment as home.

The Roommate

A week into living together, you start to realize there’s something…peculiar about your roommate. He’d forewarned you about his unpredictable schedule and insomnia, but you hadn’t anticipated the way he locks himself away in his office for hours some days—spending most of the time pacing, if the creaking floorboards are any indication, deep in thought—or his frequent penchant for leaving the apartment in the middle of the night without any explanation. Not that he owes you one. He’s entitled to his own private affairs, but still. Peculiar.

His emotions provide you with little clues to fill in the missing blanks. Mostly his mood’s a state of calm, calm, calm throughout the day, interrupted by the occasional splash of amusement, rumbling thunder of frustration or jarring spasm that accompanies a sudden change of thought. Epiphanies floating up from beneath the surface, from the vast, dark chasms that transfix your mind-gift with their mystery. How far down do they go? What, if anything, lies at the bottom?

You want to ask—about where he goes, about his gift, about so much—but asking would risk revealing just how much you enjoy collecting facts about Rockford, like a pathetic little magpie constructing a nest of shiny things. So rather than potentially die from embarrassment, you keep your mental list to yourself, adding to it as the days go by.

One - he’s an avid reader.

You’ll be honest, a small part of you initially thought perhaps the heaps of books throughout the apartment were just for show. Some kind of library aesthetic maybe. But no, set any book or magazine or newspaper down in front of him and he’ll inhale the words like they’re his lifeblood. The genre and topic don’t matter either. Historical events, fairy tales, biographies, poetry, science fiction, true crime. You’ve caught him reading all of them, felt his emotions swirl and surge with every turn of the page, heard fragments of sentences murmured aloud dulcetly while you dozed on the couch.

Two - he solves the Fox Leap Times crossword every morning.

Eating breakfast together becomes a staple in your daily routines. No matter where he goes at night or what time he returns, he’s always there in the kitchen come dawn. The meals are never overly fancy—the military didn’t offer much in the way of cooking classes, and your meager skills and can-do attitude are only a little better than Rockford’s—but regardless, just like his reading habits, he isn’t picky about what’s on his plate. A couple mouthfuls and a few sips of coffee—black with a dash of cinnamon—and he’s powering through the puzzle like he’s been possessed, finishing the whole thing in under ten minutes with a pleased little smirk.

Three - he’s a connoisseur of takeout food.

There’s a collection of menus stashed in the drawer near the fridge from every eatery that surpassed Rockford’s high standards, within easy reach during evenings when there’s nothing left to eat except for a jar of mayonnaise or the last swallows of an expired milk carton. Rockford had spent a solid month gathering data and reviews from restaurants, cafes, vendors and food trucks to figure out the best of the best. I was between jobs, is all he says with a one-shouldered shrug of indifference when you ask him about it. Your shock (and slight alarm) at the dedicated lengths of his research quickly melted away during the first bite of a heavenly cheeseburger drowning in grease and a secret sauce from a little hole-in-the-wall joint you’d never have given a second glance without Rockford’s thirty-odd spreadsheets of persuasion.

Four - you’ve never seen him sleep.

All humans need sleep to survive, even eccentric and peculiar men like Tim Rockford. Yet he’s always up when you retire to bed at night and always up before fiddling around with something in his office or reading a book. His emotions are never tainted with the fog and distortion of unconsciousness either. You tell yourself he must sleep while you’re out, and try not to take it personally that he doesn’t feel secure enough to rest while you’re around.

Five - your empathy intrigues him.

For as much as Rockford’s emotional mindscape fascinates your empathy, he seems, bizarrely enough, just as interested in learning the ins and outs of your ability. You’d never previously thought of your mind-gift as a particularly exciting one—influencing and interpreting emotions pales in comparison to predicting events or levitating things across the room. But the way Rockford interacts with your empathy, easily accustoming to its presence, nudging against it playfully sometimes; and the way he hangs off your every word while you describe how you were prone to tantrums as a child, body overwhelmed by emotions that weren’t your own, exploding like fireworks until there was nothing left to do but scream, almost makes you feel like you’re something important. Something special.

Six - there’s a pinboard in his office covered in pictures of dead bodies.

…what?

#tim rockford #tim rockford x you #tim rockford x reader #tim rockford x ofc #tim rockford fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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fandomfluffandfuck · 1 year ago

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I hope this goes through, I've been having issues lately.

After lots of discussion, Bucky agrees to use hynosis on Steve to train his subconscious to react to Bucky so that with just a word Bucky can make his body do things he wouldn't normally have control over. Get hard, go soft, orgasm, etc. -🐍

I fucking LOVE the idea of Bucky conditioning Steve to cum on command. I have always loved that idea. H O W E V E R -- the idea of Bucky also being able to command him to get soft is genius.

Can you imagine-?

Steve, with his hair trigger and hypersensitivity, gets hard and wants to get off. Except, just because he can, Bucky uses his trigger and makes his cock go soft.

There isn't anything better than watching Steve's eyes stay dreamy and dark while the whole rest of him crumples. His lips drop to pout. His shoulders draw in on themselves. His chest kicks out a whine. His legs squeeze together or tremble a little. And, of course, his impressive erection melts back to softness like nothing happened at all.

It's the most organic form of chastity. Bucky doesn't need a lock and key. All he needs is his voice. Then, bam, he's got a mushy pile of denied sub to play with since Steve is so pathetically easy to rile up. So easy to frustrate, too.

If Bucky weren't shameless, he might at least report doing it only when Steve is being bad or acting too damn stubborn for his own good or getting reckless on mission. But, he is shameless. He's a little bit of an asshole, too--he's willing to admit it.

So, he doesn't wait until Steve's in need of punishment.

He just does it because he can. Because his precious Steve is so suggestible and easy when he gets worked up. Because he gets so dumb when worked up. Because... Steve likes it. As much as he might brat and bitch and whine, begging Bucky to do the reverse and to make him get hard in a light-headed rush from all that boiling blood finding it's way into his big cock, he loves it. He loves the dirty thrill of not being able to control himself.

He loves it when he isn't hard--a rarity, thank you, super soldier serum--and Bucky orders him around like a dog, making him get hard. He might as well be a master demanding, "up, boy!" with the way Steve pants, drools, and whimpers. Well-trained.

He loves it when he's hard--all the time it feels like--and Bucky makes him go soft. It's like his blood is still lust-thick and hot and raring to go, but it's just not in his dick. Instead, it circulates around his whole body. Pushed by his pounding heart. Even though he's not hard, his body still feels on edge, it just can't be seen (other than his blush). Everywhere but his cock. It's mesmerizing and confusing, how being commanded to go soft turns Steve on so much, yet... he won't get hard. His body won't even try. It knows better. More disciplined than Steve himself.

He loves it when Bucky makes him orgasm on command. Usually, it's in the middle of a scene, he'll be on edge already, and Bucky with make him fall over that cliff into choppy waters below. With just a word. But, sometimes Bucky makes him orgasm randomly... he'll walk past Steve in the kitchen, washing dishes, slap his ass and bark at him to cum. And Steve does. His knees will give out, his hands will drop the washcloth with a wet splat and whatever dish with a crash, and he will cum. It doesn't matter if Steve is hard or not, he's just orgasming. Lost it in. Sometimes Bucky will do it when they're on the couch, he'll yawn, stretch, all smooth moves, but instead of resting his arm across Steve's shoulders, he'll drop his hand into Steve's lap, squeeze his cock, and order him to cum. He likes the feeling of Steve ruining yet another pair of sweatpants. Staining them. It's hardly any better when they're out at a bar, in the quinjet post-mission, or somewhere with their friends, and Bucky whispers in his ear or texts him and... and he has no choice. He just has to spill. Right then and there. Stifling moans, flushed like he has a sudden affliction of the sweats, needing to squirm but unable to.

Steve's favorite, he won't ever admit it, but it's his favorite when he's desperately hard--achingly hard, hard to the point that his cock and balls throb and hurt and might be closer to purple than red--and Bucky forces him to go soft, then makes him cum when he's soft. It's...

Indescribable.

Prostate orgasms are often described as "full-body orgasms," but if those are full-body orgasms then an orgasm while soft, untouched is a full mind, body, and soul orgasm. It feels like the pleasure comes from everywhere but his dick.

It's pressure. It's heat. It's pleasure.

It's overwhelming.

Shivering and trembling--crumbling.

If he's standing, he's doubling over or falling over. If he's lying down, he's squirming, convulsing, thrashing. If he's sitting, he's also trembling, but curling into a ball at the same time. He can't handle it. He can't contain how good it feels.

Everything is turned up to fifteen on a ten out of ten scale.

A forced orgasm while soft is in his blood and nerves and skin and shooting up his spine into his brain, wrapping around his mind like tendrils. Squeezing his brain. His toes and fingers curl tightly. His breathing just... stops. His stomach cramps with how good it aches. It feels like the most perfectly draining orgasm, like he could be good for months afterward; yet at the same time it feels like the pure intensity, the pure hotness of such a thing happening to his body that he could immediately have another orgasm, still untouched.

It's wild.

Steve is gutted by it. By an orgasm when he's soft, by being forced to get hard, to get soft... all of it.

He surrenders. Completely. Willingly. And there's nothing better.

Bonus:

Sometimes Bucky acts like he's going to let Steve fuck him, only to wait until Steve's three fingers deep inside his hole, Steve's humping the back of his thigh, Bucky's moaning, loving it, and then...

He'll just--

Say it.

He will tell Steve to get soft like Bucky isn't also ragingly hard and on edge, very, very ready to be fucked. Like this is just for Steve. He says it as if Bucky is not eager for pleasure just as much.

As if Bucky's cock isn't hard and his hole isn't gaping and he doesn't really care if this ends in an orgasm for him or not.

It's maddening.

Steve is soft even though he's so, so ready to go. He wants to fuck Bucky. He wants it so bad. Without even meaning to, he's crying, and all he can do is hump Bucky uselessly.

So, instead, Bucky fucks himself with a dildo. A big dildo. Moaning loudly. Bouncing on it. Putting on a show. Fisting his own impossibly hard cock. Almost bragging about how he can be hard. He can get hard. He can be hard. He's in control of his own body. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It's not even really a show at this point. Truly Bucky loves this. He really fucking does. He thrives on the power and control and the way Steve squirms and whines and acts so pathetic.

Christ, it's so pretty.

Meanwhile, it's painful and weird for Steve--he's aroused, he would be throbbing if Bucky would let him, but he won't. It's like being in a chastity cage without the cage, lock, and key. Bucky's voice is the key, lock, and cage. All of it. Steve shivers. He wants. He can't. He needs. He...

He cries.

But he obeys.

Later, once Bucky has cum, they've showered, and they have gotten ready for bed... Steve will fall into a fitful sleep, humping the mattress as he falls into filthy, hot dreams. Bucky barely wakes up before murmuring the trigger that forces Steve to cum. Steve wakes up moaning, orgasming, emptying is achy, heavy, full, full balls.

Thank you for this deliciousness 😏

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #🐍 anon #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #big sub steve #dom bucky

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goldenglock-preacher · 3 months ago

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Since you were looking for short goldenglock ideas...

Grisha notices that John is like...severely depressed today. More than usual. He starts trying anything to cheer him up, just throwing himself at John in every way possible, cuddling with him, babbling on and on about nothing to keep him entertained, etc. Until eventually he resorts to telling John outright how much he cares about him, and that's the one thing that seems to get through.

(No pressure, idk if you take writing prompts!)

Omg thank you and yes please send me all the prompts you can come up with I will take every opportunity to write about these fuckers and not worry about the main fics plot progression. That post was basically asking for prompts.

Things take place after the 4th movie so John cuts ties with everyone and is in Grisha’s circle “full-time”, living with him. Decided to make it take place in a longer span than a day because Grisha is way too dumb to find a solution that quickly.

Idk how we got here but now there’s also insomnia??

“I worry about you.”

John is hands down the calmest person in Grisha’s circle. Nobody has the same amount of emotional control, which often made him the supportive rock involuntarily. This group full of relationship drama and misunderstandings would just gravitate towards him, like a voice of reason, even though he wasn’t the best at giving advice.

Being able to make him smile was Grisha’s biggest accomplishment but recently…he just couldn’t manage to do it. Everything that worked before just suddenly stopped and he would see John get lost in his own mind more than usual.

- John, listen, something bit Volodya in the ass and now he’s throwing an absolute shitstorm my way, so we have to leave in like-

- I’ll stay.

Grisha’s thoughts break off, as he tries to put on his leather jacket in a haste.

- Are you…sure?

It might sound silly but this was somehow the thing that triggered Grisha’s alarm. Nearly every time Grisha tells John about his plans, the man is already at the door. He doesn’t always end up being useful but he still finds these little adventures entertaining enough to join in even on the most mundane tasks. They were basically inseparable.

- Yeah…

Grisha would have stayed, if the phone wasn’t aggressively vibrating in his pocket right now.

- Okay then…see you for dinner?

John nods.

God, it felt weird saying that.

****

He felt bad being out of the house for so long and when he came back, he expected to see John asleep at this point…but he wasn’t. He was laying on the couch, staring at the blank TV screen. There was an empty take-out bag in the kitchen. To Grisha’s surprise, John seemed to have ordered delivery while he was home.

Grisha completely stopped using delivery once he moved in, because John would rather cook himself. So all of this was really uncharacteristic for him.

- I’m home.

He finally spoke up, watching John slowly sit up.

- What, not even a bark?

Grisha lets out a laugh, hoping that he will break John with just the stupidity of that sentence but it’s like he didn’t even register the words.

- What are you doing up so late anyways? It’s…

Grisha checked his watch

- 3 AM.

- Just…didn’t feel like sleeping.

John answered in a mellow voice.

- C’mon John, I was gone for just a day, no way you started missing me this much already!

He was sure that this would at least pull a protest out of John but, once again, it’s like he didn’t have any energy for Grisha’s antics, which made the conversation awkward, to say the least. His joking was completely cut short and now he didn’t have any ideas.

****

He took a whole day off, just to stay with John and convince him to go outside. They were side by side the whole day, just one on one, with nothing to do but bast in each other’s company…but it didn’t help. John still seemed to not be entirely here, instead drowning in his thoughts that Grisha, sadly, couldn't read. He was desperately showing John love at this point, not letting the man’s skin breath without him for too long. Shoulder grabs, holding hands, hugs, as if his touch could send a message. John didn’t push him away but wouldn’t respond much either, like a stone statue.

****

Is insomnia contagious? It started to feel like it is. Grisha was laying on the bed for what feels like an eternity but the inner turmoil of knowing that John is not happy right now, makes his eyes stay open. He couldn't just leave him like this...so he got up.

Grisha walks into the living room and leans on the wall, crossing his arms, watching John mindlessly sitting on the floor and staring at the screen. He wasn’t actually watching it, none of the channels registered in his brain. He just pressed the remote button over and over again, in a rhythm, even. He wasn’t really asleep but also not awake. It was hard, seeing him like this. Despite his talents and strengths, lack of sleep can take anyone out.

Grisha sighs, with a bit of hesitation, but finally gets enough courage to step towards him.

- Sorry, did I wake you up?

John addressed him first but didn’t look away. At least he’s aware that Grisha is standing there, next to him…which is something.

- I worry about you.

He delivers it to him straight, which seemed to have grabbed his attention. John’s finger stopped clicking the button, now looking at nothing but static. He was still silent so Grisha didn’t have much choice other than just continue.

- I’m watching you get tortured by things outside of my understanding and there’s nothing I can do.

John gently places the remote on the floor, as if to make sure the sound doesn’t interrupt him.

- I want to give you everything. I want to make it better but I’m just…too stupid to figure out how.

He couldn’t be sentimental without at least an awkward joke for too long. John lowers his head, looking at the floor. He’s trying to hide his face with his hair.

- You deserve happiness…or sleep, at least.

Grisha gestures to the TV.

- I’m so lucky to have a chance to be the one to give you that happiness…but I don’t know how to help a man who’s stronger than I could ever be.

After a beat, John picks up the remote once again but only to turn the TV off. He leaves the remote on the floor and finally gets up on his feet. His eyes, slightly watery.

- Let’s go to bed.

#well I tried lmao #hopefully it's at least a bit of what you asked for #goldenglock #gg: writing #гриша измайлов #полицейский с рублёвки #пср #john wick

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granulesofsand · 6 months ago

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The Two Dead Girls

🗝️🏷️ major TW for RAMCOA, especially death by torture and simulated ultimatums

We don’t talk much about the trauma Olympics we do for our history. Not between each other, though we do that, too — between us and the kids who died there.

I think I can hold onto that for a moment without deciding it’s true.

There’s a trigger word for it, part of a larger phrase, that our perps used to tell us when we felt that way. That we had it good, because for all the temporary pain and chronic disability, we are still alive. Our limbs are still attached. Most of our scars were nonlethal, and the few that were we got in moderated environments with resuscitation after.

It ties into another structure, one a few of our higher-ups are built on; we are alive because we were better. One route is believing they were better because our body was prettier (white, blonde, blue eyes). The other was because we were smarter, literate earlier and good with logic while still dissociating information to get the answers they wanted. We had a pathway for physical aptitude, too, but that tanked fast. None of the qualities they wanted are true anymore.

Or, more accurately, those qualities were grafted into branches they could use and pruned out of the rest of us.

Special child, the same ego they gave everybody.

I don’t know why they keep us around. Maybe they just didn’t have enough back-ups.

The memories of their little bodies, twisted and insides splayed out, serves that dual purpose. We are lucky. We are better. We were lucky they thought we were better. And this is only two little girls who never made it out.

We think we remember both because they happened close to each other. We didn’t know their names, if they had them. I don’t know how to describe their skin, their eyes, their hair. I can only name the objects that reflect them.

Brown girls, the color of wet earth, but different shades. Red ochre, terracotta before it’s baked, it’s hard to see her without all that blood. Her eyes are open, stayed open, almond peel and cypress bark. Her hair was orange-black, city lights in the dark. She smells like rain, like tears, eventually like rot. She was maybe four to six years old, malnourished.

The other was older, or at least bigger, more like six to eight. She was the color of cowhide and fresh mulch, the long couch you could pet like velvet. I only saw her eyes twice, once frightened and once furious. She hated me. I hope she died angry at me, I hope the demon myths are true and I see her now because she means to linger. I doubt it, but I hope. Coffee eyes, translucent in the light like liquid. A shade off from her pupils, somehow both amber and mud. Her hair was red-black, sometimes blue like moonlight. She smells like earthworms, even before they made her crawl.

I hate myself more for outlasting the brown girls. They never had a chance, not for luck or skill. They were never intended to flourish. They did anyway. Brown girls sorting pebbles from dirt, racing between pipelines, pretending to be monsters and princesses. The little one looked like a girl who shares our name. The older could have been our dear friend’s sister. They shouldn’t have trusted me. I shouldn’t have let them.

I hold their deaths as good in my mind. They were more than how they were hurt, even when they weren’t. They spent more time trembling in cages and thrashing through tournament, but still they knew how to play. So much pain in their lives. They lived to die, and the longer they lived, the worse their lives would have been.

The little one wasn’t me. I don’t know if it was us. She was alive, and then she was open and swarming with bees.

The big one, that was my fault. I didn’t kill her by my own hand, but her death was my fault. I’d hurt her before, and she avoided me after that. But she always came back, huffing and crossed arms, offering her biggest rock or showering us with blades of grass. She might not have died that day if I hadn’t fucked up.

Our perps taught us many things with those two, and it’s hard to hold true that it wasn’t my fault. Nobody should have died, the threat was engineered for their entertainment. The little one was half-accident. Snuff film, they call it. The big one they said was in my place.

So that’s how I learned it. Better than them, more fortunate than them. Of course I’ll never have it as bad as those two did.

#ramcoa #tw ramcoa #tw trafficking #tw csa #tw child death #tw gore #traumagenic system #adaptive system #osddid #cdd system

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hrodvitnon · 8 months ago

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Abraxasverse Timeline GxK:TNE Headcanons and Ideas - Part 1

Exactly what it says in the title bar. ;) Let’s dive down the mine shaft and see what’s in there.

(1) Kong’s introduction to the Scarred Ones. What if in the Abraxasverse version, when Kong first meets the Scarred Ones, his first meeting with the Scar King is a bait-and-switch where we’re expecting it to go just like the film version with tension in the air, but then the Scar King instead of mocking Kong’s tooth, appears to welcome the foreign Great Ape with open arms in the hopes Kong will join his ranks permanently, showing a social predatory intelligence as the Scar King paints himself as a rough-around-the-edges but “Dark Is Not Evil” warrior type.

Of course, it’s all an act and the Scar King’s a “jerk with a heart of jerk” Bitch in Sheep’s Clothing. Once Kong discovers Shimo, how the slaves are treated, how the Scarred Ones got sealed off and/or the Scarred Ones’ plans for the surface world, the next time Kong sees the Scar King about it, the mask comes off and Scar shows in very short and successive order to everyone who’s within his court-cave what a Fucking Monster he really is.

(ADDENDUM: From what I’ve heard of the film portrayal, I have no objection with the canon portrayal where the Skar King’s character is basically just a bully who acquired way too much power - I think that’s a really good message to send, and one that really needs to be heard and listened to in 2024’s socio-political climate; plus it does have a kind of “jungle island adventure story” simplicity to it that fits Kong. I just think it could be interesting in the Abraxasverse to show the Scar King can be a bit of a cunning social predator when it really suits him.)

(2) Tiamat willingly (and NON-fatally) sacrifices her energy to trigger Godzilla’s metamorphosis. Before Xenilla’s incursion occurs, does Tiamat know where Ozymandias disappeared to all those aeons ago? Did she witness Gigan’s worshippers catching him, or did he just disappear one day and she’s never found out what happened to him? If the former version is so, then maybe: Tiamat knows what the Scar King has done to Shimo, and she’s willing to exhaust her energy saving another old friend from the humiliating capture that she wasn’t able to save Ozymandias from.

(3) Jia and the Chens. As a Mythology Gag to the film (since Abraxasverse Mothra is already alive again in Abraxas, and I frankly hate how GxK:TNE completely removed the “Maybe Magic, Maybe Mundane” ambiguity for both the audience and the in-universe cast to show them outright magic), Jia ends up having more contact with the Chens after it becomes apparent she has a telepathic link to Mothra.

(3.5) Ilene Chen and Ilene Andrews absolutely fail to escape the ensuing teasing over their shared first names.

(4) Abraxasverse Raymond Martin.

(4.1) I like to think he’d be a good deal less Over-Cartoonish than the comic version.

(4.2) Perhaps he was associated with Apex Cybernetics and Project Talos’ development in 2020-24, but split from Apex and wanted to do his own thing when he decided towards the end that Apex, caring most about world hegemony, didn’t care ENOUGH about the “slaughtering Titans” part of their plan for Raymond’s liking.

(4.3) I like to think Mark and Raymond would have at least one face-to-face encounter. Given Raymond is like a really nasty mirror image of who Mark was in KotM if Mark wasn’t “all bark and no bite” about exterminating the Titans, and with none of Mark’s redeeming qualities.

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Oooh, all good ideas! I better keep these in mind for the extended timeline...

#submission #abraxasverse

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thirdeyeblue · 2 years ago

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Eager to start a family with Rose, the Doctor tries out an unconventional technique to increase their chances of conceiving.

Pairing: Tentoo x Rose

Rating: Explicit

Length: 7.8k

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Crack, Humor, Established Relationship

[Ao3]

This fic is the result of a conversation that took place on the Tentoo x Rose Discord server involving [this image], as brought to our attention by the wonderful @badxwolfxrising (read everything she writes!). The thought was: if cheetahs can bark to trigger ovulation, what if Time Lords could as well? The waffle bit is because, when googling how to write out a bark phonetically, for some asinine reason, “waffle” was one of the examples given- which is absurd. So… It’s gonna sound absurd here, too.

I hope you enjoy it regardless.

💖💖

Rose yawned into the open air as she entered the kitchen, pushing her arms high above her head to initiate a satisfying stretch.

Their cozy little house was warm and welcoming in the early morning; the sun’s rays shining through the cracks in the curtains and painting strips of light across the tiled floor.

She smiled when she saw the Doctor standing at the counter with his back to her, surprised to find he was still in his dressing gown. He always woke up before her, but even though all bets were off once they were inside their bedroom, it was rare to see him start the day without a suit, or, at the very least, a t-shirt and jeans.

It might have been a Saturday, but it was already eight in the morning... Practically afternoon for her husband.

He spun around when he sensed her entrance, his hair in beautiful disarray, a mug in each hand, and a particularly mischievous gleam in his eye.

Tilting his head forward, he peered over his specs at her.

"Waffles?”

Rose eyed him suspiciously as she sat at the table. He had a very sort of pre-metacrisis energy to him, so it was best to be on high alert.

“Mm... Sorry?”

The partial Time Lord cleared his throat. “Oh, right. Sorry, erm… Feeling peckish, love?” He walked over to the table and slid her mug over to her, flashing a smirk. “Bit of breakfast?”

“Ooh, ta,” she moaned quietly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Sure. What’d you have in-��

“Waffles! I was thinking. Y’know… Waffles? Love a good waffle, don’t you? Delicious. Brilliant invention, waffles. Waffle cones, as well. Did you know, Rose Tyler, that I invented the waffle cone? World’s Fair, St. Louis, 1904. All the credit goes to that Fornachou bloke, but it was I who made the suggestion once he ran out of ice cream cups. My fifth incarnation was rather fond of waffles, actually.”

“You’re saying ‘waffle’ an awful lot.”

The Doctor was now crouching at the cabinet beside the fridge, reaching deep inside. He cast a glance over his shoulder. “Am I?” He turned back, removing the waffle iron and jumping to his feet, kicking the cabinet door closed. “Anyway, I said to him, ‘You know, Arnold- Arnie, if I may- have you seen all the waffles they’ve got next door? D’ya reckon maybe we could roll those up and put the ice cream inside of those instead?’ Needless to say, it was a hit… as most of my ideas often are.” He winked before clunking the heavy iron down on the counter.

Rose covered her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut as she yawned again.

“Sorry, bit exhausted… That’s, erm, great, Doctor.” She nodded with a sleepy, reassuring smile. “Waffles sound great.”

His eyebrows shot up. “They sound great, do they?” His gaze slowly drifted down her body, seeming to land somewhere around her belly. “Do you feel-... How do you feel?” His eyes snapped back up to hers, and once again, she was wrinkling her brow at him.

“Erm… Fine, I suppose?” She turned on her chair to face him more directly. “Why? You’re acting… a bit odd.”

The Doctor’s eyes widened. “What? No! No, I mean- sorry. I was just… Well.” He offered a huge, manic grin that only served to highlight the off-kilter nature of his behavior. “No matter. Think I’ll just go ahead and get started on those waffles.”

“Yeah… alright.” Rose narrowed her eyes at him before taking another sip of tea.

She rarely looked away from the bizarre energy dripping from this lunatic she loved so much as he bounced around the kitchen, seamlessly inserting at least twelve other waffle-related anecdotes along the way.

It was odd indeed, but in two years of living with this man, Rose was nothing if not excellent at rolling with the punches. There’s only so much normalcy you can expect from a 900-year-old former time-traveling alien, anyway- one who already had a tendency to regress to childlike behavior once he got excited enough about something.

If children could be the smartest beings in the universe.

Regardless, she was never going for "normal". This sort of madness was one of the things that made her love him in the first place, and she was grateful for his innate ability to keep her on her toes. That was life with the Doctor before, and that was how it would continue to be for the rest of their lives.

Rose didn't mind one bit, of course.

After she finished off her tea, she carried her mug to the sink, taking care to wash up so she could take up her proud role as sous chef.

As the pair finished up their breakfast, the Doctor hopped up, insisting Rose stay seated as he cleared their plates away.

She didn’t fight him on it, still basking in the glow of their delicious meal. He’d made perfect waffles, decorating Rose's thick, Belgian squares with a heart of whipped cream dotted with strawberries. He'd even gone so far as to fish their jar of hot fudge from the overflowing door of the fridge, garnishing her plate with a little chocolate-painted heart for good measure.

He was in an especially lovey-dovey mood today, even for him.

Then, while Rose was scrolling absentmindedly on her mobile, he suddenly appeared back at her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. She jumped at the unexpected touch, looking up at him with an amused expression.

"Blimey, ought to put a bell on you," she teased.

He smiled fondly at her. “Good waffles?”

Warmth spread through every inch of her as she returned his loving gaze. “The best.” She reached up with spread fingers and wiggled them for him, giggling when he gripped her hand and lifted her to her feet like she weighed nothing at all.

Her laughter stopped when her eyes met his; instantly encountering a deep and latent heat she wasn’t expecting after the lighthearted conversations that’d carried them through breakfast.

Where had that come from?

Her face flushed under the very unforeseen weight of his stare, and she bit down on her lip, feeling her body beginning to respond before she’d had so much as five seconds to process the shift in mood.

Her tall, gangly brunette of a best mate might be her husband now, but it still took very little for her to be reduced to butterflies around him.

A second later, his hands were on her hips; his gaze once again falling towards her abdomen and lower.

“How do you feel?” His eyes slowly traveled back up to meet hers, and there it was again- that bit of mischief. It was carved into the lines around his eyes and the upturned corners of his lips, riddled with expectation and unspoken plans.

“I noticed you’re still in your dressing gown," he added. "Funny thing about that?… So am I. And do you know what, Rose Tyler?” He pulled her hips to his quite suddenly, and she gasped; not expecting to feel him fully hard against her. He lowered his voice.

“I might have an idea for how we could celebrate a lovely breakfast.”

Rose slid her tongue across her lips, contending with an unexpected wave of arousal and smirking when the Doctor stared at her mouth.

“We’re celebrating breakfast now?" She leaned in a little closer, nearly whispering. "... Or is it that you’re just looking for an excuse to shag in the kitchen?”

The Doctor’s eyebrows drew together. “Since when were those things mutually exclusive?” He reached up to place his palm on her cheek, then quickly removed his hand to press the backs of his fingers to her forehead, all while attempting to distract her with a subtle grind of his hips into hers.

Rose jerked her head back, turning her face to the side and once again narrowing her eyes at him.

“Did you just check my temperature?... And why do you keep doing that?”

He cut himself off from staring wistfully at her abdomen, meeting her eyes with an innocent expression.

“Doing what?”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Looking at my… belly! That’s like, the fifth time I’ve caught you doing that. Have I put on weight or something?”

This horrified the Doctor, whose eyes widened in time with the dropping of his jaw.

“Wh-what? No! Blimey, no. If anything, you’ve lost weight. Which, frankly, is something I’d like to change, hence the waffles… But not in the way you think!... Erm, alright. While we’re on the topic, did you like those waffles? Always meant to make you waffles.”

“Doctor.”

“Hm?” He pinched his lips together, raising his eyebrows at her.

“Let’s just forget it, alright?” Biting down on a teasing little smirk, Rose wrapped her arms around his neck, deliberately pressing her breasts against his chest and bringing her lips right up to his. She closed her eyes, whispering into his mouth.

“Was sort of under the impression you were getting ready to fuck me.”

The Doctor’s breath caught, knees nearly buckling as his arms slid around her waist. “Ooh.” He backed her up to the table and drew his face away from hers, flashing a wicked grin. “Oh, yes.”

In seconds, he’d tugged the tie of her dressing gown loose and pushed the silky, pink fabric from her shoulders, carefully lifting her onto the table by her hips. All she'd been wearing beneath was a pair of pink knickers, which he made short work of, drawing them down her legs and tossing them elsewhere before standing before her.

Now fully naked before him, Rose blushed all the way down to her chest, twirling her hair around her finger with one hand and wrapping the other around the edge of the table.

The Doctor’s eyes scanned her body hungrily as he hastily took to removing his own gown, dropping the plaid garment to the floor and revealing himself to her in all of a few seconds.

Rose gasped, drinking in all six feet of pale, lean, beautiful Doctor- one who’d been wearing absolutely nothing beneath that bloody gown all this god-forsaken time.

It was difficult to force her eyes to return to his face, but once they did, her brow furrowed tightly, noticing he was staring almost sadly at the junction of her thighs.

Not a common expression for him to be wearing when faced with that particular part of Rose.

“Doctor?”

He squeezed his eyes shut, quickly shaking his head before looking up at her with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I was just… I was… Oh, to hell with it. Look at you.”

Stepping between her legs, the Doctor grabbed her by the hips, dragging her to the very edge of the table and bouncing his eyebrows when he made her squeak in surprise.

She tucked her tongue into the corner of a grin, but soon found herself pulled taut with anticipation as the former Time Lord took to teasing her already-sensitized skin.

Sliding his hands along the outside of her legs until he reached her knees, the Doctor leaned in close, pressing his lips gently to hers while his touch began its journey inward.

Rose shook when she felt his fingertips skimming along her inner thighs, guiding her legs further apart while he sucked her lower lip tenderly; moving his body just a little closer with each centimeter he advanced towards her center.

Before long, he was there; tickling the coarse hair over her mons in an effort to awaken every last nerve ending that wasn’t already screaming for his attention.

He slipped his tongue into her mouth while teasing his fingertips along her slit, moaning at the involuntary whimper he drew from the depths of her throat. A second later, he slid two long fingers inside of her without any warning whatsoever, and Rose jerked her hips forward with a surprised gasp.

While he continued his exploration of her mouth with his soft tongue, his skilled hand never stopped working on her; dipping into her slick warmth with shallow strokes before withdrawing to slowly rub away the aching need in her clit.

She did break away then; sucking in a broken gasp and exhaling in a curse. Her eyes opened in hopes of drinking in the Doctor’s trademark ‘You had better believe I’m about to shag you senseless, Rose Tyler’ stare, but instead, she was greeted with that same almost wistful look of longing, which was directed not at her face, but her abdomen… Or perhaps her crotch. It was difficult to tell.

“D-Doctor?” She tilted her head to bring more of her face into his line of sight. “What is it?”

He paused the movement of his fingers and swallowed roughly, meeting her eyes with a tinge of guilt before his expression softened.

“Oh, nothing- it’s nothing.” He paused. “Erm. Well… That is to say, it’s nothing important.” With a sexy little smile, he withdrew his hand from between her legs to spread her moisture over the head of his cock, and Rose's breath caught, watching him closely.

Taking himself in hand, the Doctor stepped closer, tracing her slit down to her entrance and lowering his voice until it was this dark, ruined thing. “Talk about it later?”

Rose nodded slowly, catching her breath. “Y-yeah. Okay.”

The Doctor smirked. “Mhm… Thought so.”

Staring deeply into her eyes, he grit his teeth and began to push into her with a long, agonizingly slow thrust.

They both trembled at their joining, moaning quietly in tandem until his hips pressed firmly into hers. Then he dropped his forehead to hers, panting softly.

“Fuck, Rose…” He kissed her again, just a peck, then withdrew and entered her hard and slow, lifting a choked sob from her lips.

Turns out, it’s quite difficult to worry about unusual behavior when your gorgeous husband sets about fucking you on the kitchen table with his fantastic cock, so Rose decided it was best to just let it fall by the wayside.

Well… Not that she had much choice, as her brain and body were quickly swept up in the hard slap of his hips against the backs of her thighs, the perfect way his thick length caressed her inner walls, and the stunning, melodic sounds of his low and guttural moans as he filled her again and again. So complete, so perfect; he hit her just right each time and he was well aware; spurred on by every little reaction while he plunged in deep, then deeper, and deeper, and-

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Rose whined, wrapping her legs around his hips and tilting her head back. “Please… Doctor… Please.”

He hummed happily, wrapping one arm around her waist as he slid his free hand to where they were joined. “That’s it, Rose…” He pushed his thumb up through her folds, sliding over her clit and fluttering softly over the swelling bud in time with each thrust.

Suddenly, it was overwhelming in the most delicious way; every nerve in her body on red alert while the Doctor drove into her faster with firm, angled thrusts.

Rose was teetering, half-delirious, barely able to make out the sounds coming out of her own mouth while she was fucked good and properly by the man she adored with her entire soul. Nothing could ever top getting to have sex with him. Nothing.

The Doctor’s gaze burned into hers, locked on, watching the pleasure building behind her eyes with intense and rapt captivation until he knew she was there- right there- she just needed… she needed-

“I want to watch you come,” he ground out desperately. “Let go for me, love… Let go."

It took less than ten seconds after that for both of them to fall together; the power of Rose’s release triggering that of her husband until they were left trembling and laughing breathlessly in each other’s arms.

It’d all happened so quickly and intensely that Rose forgot she’d even been concerned with anything, now coasting on the waves of loving bliss while they spent the next several minutes snogging between bouts of giggles and musings about their day off.

No matter... It probably wasn’t that important anyway.

So, his first attempt had been a flop.

It’d been less than 48 hours since Rose expressed her interest in having a child, and the Doctor had been loops and leaps and mountains over the moon. New, new, new Doctor, new human, new ghastly human lifespan, very minimal time to lose.

He had to work quickly.

There was an ancient saying on Gallifrey; one which made a lot more sense (and sounded much more eloquent) in his mother tongue:

“For when the waffle-calling dogs come home, the babe is sure to follow.”

Every Time Lord and Gallifreyan grew up hearing the legend told as fact, even revering the dogs in a similar vein to the way human children view the stork.

The sentiment, of course, was obsolete by the time the Doctor came around, being that traditional reproduction was no longer utilized.

The power, however, remained… hopefully.

Rose wasn’t Gallifreyan, but the Doctor had a good feeling that he’d be able to make it work. He just needed to be charismatic about it.

Hopefully!

A Gallifreyan male, Time Lord or not, had the power to trigger ovulation by reciting the bark of the only dogs known to his home planet. That being said, being that the Doctor wasn’t a complete moron, he figured he’d sound a bit mad to Rose if he started his waffle-barks at random.

No, his best bet was to find a way to cram as many mentions of the word ‘waffle’ into regular conversation as possible. He’d likely still sound like a bit of a nutter, but he was confident he could write it off as an overabundance of enthusiasm regarding a scrumptious and fulfilling breakfast.

So he set his plan in motion, putting out the proverbial Gallifreyan mating call over thirty times in hopes of readying the womb of his mate to accept his essence; his life force. The seeds of his labor indeed.

It was difficult to keep from staring at her abdomen, getting lost in daydreams of what it’d look like rounded with the presence of the child they’d have made together. The Doctor and Rose, the one true pairing of the multiverse; madly in love and bringing life into the world together in the throes of good, hot, marital lovemaking.

Their mutually-appreciated favorite pastime.

Which they’d have to get a whoooole lot of done before their baby came into the world…

The Doctor shuddered to imagine how he’d handle the weeks he wouldn’t be allowed inside of her after the fact, but nevertheless, it wasn’t relevant now. They had plenty of time.

Except for the fact that his own personal rendition of waffle-calling hadn’t proven fruitful that morning…

He’d taken care to observe Rose as he quite casually and surreptitiously inserted the word into their morning conversation, but even as their exchange went on, the Doctor was disheartened that she wasn’t exhibiting any symptoms of ovulation yet. The only box she checked was sexual arousal, but… well.

He’d never had any problems in that department, of course.

His final test had been to feel between her legs once he’d gotten her good and riled up, but he was disappointed to find she wasn’t the right consistency for ovulation.

That alone had proven to be quite complicated indeed; touching his wife’s lovely, wet, and welcoming sex with enthusiastic fingers and experiencing any emotion other than unbridled joy.

He was able to bypass that fairly quickly, though- having a nice little kitchen table quickie to start the day.

A huge part of him knew he shouldn’t try to rush things. He loved Rose unconditionally. Eternally! He was elated just to have her in his life at all, and getting to kiss and shag her, sleep beside her, steal glances at her whenever he wanted, well, that was all more than enough. Of course it was. He was absolutely enamored with his precious girl.

It’s just… She had to go and say it, damn it. Now that she put the image in his head, he couldn’t shake it.

A family with Rose Tyler was a pipe dream before, and now it was within reach! Of course he would do anything he could to ensure that future for them.

So he slipped on his thinking cap and went back to the private drawing board of his mind.

When finally, the right idea came to him, he couldn’t wait to try it out. He just had to wait until she would least suspect it.

The Doctor stood at the end of the dark hallway as he listened to the quiet sounds of Rose emptying their laundry into the wash, his back pressed to the wall around the corner at the end of the hall.

He waited until he heard her shut the metal door, followed by the little beeps and turns signaling she was starting up the machine.

When she was all finished up, he stood on guard until he heard the soft click of the laundry room door, sealing off and muffling the sounds of the water filling the drum.

Rose was already heading his way, he realized with a rush. His still-superior hearing could pick up on the soft padding of her feet across the carpet as she advanced on the corner he was hiding behind. He took a breath and briefly licked his lips. It was time.

“Rrrrufff.”

There was silence for a few seconds, and he froze, waiting to hear her reaction.

“... Doctor?” Her voice was soft, but apprehensive.

Pushing off the wall, the Doctor stepped out from the shadows; hands in his pockets as he turned around the corner to meet Rose’s inquisitive stare.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He slipped his hands out and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall with all of the swagger of a man who was perhaps just a little too confident in a plan that still had the potential to go quite terribly wrong.

Then he smirked.

“Arrrruff.”

Rose’s mouth opened and shut slowly a few times as her brow knit tightly together. She tilted her head to the side.

“Uh oh... Are you ill? D’ya need me to grab the thermometer?”

The Doctor frowned. Well, that simply wouldn’t do.

“Roooose.” He closed the remaining distance and gently grasped her shoulder, shaking her a little bit and glancing down at her lower abdomen. “You feeling alright?” He met her eyes again. “Err… different, I should say?” An abrupt throat-clearing. “How are you feeling, love? My sweet, sweet, beautiful, erm… angel?”

Rose turned a bemused expression on him. “Sorry, are you feeling alright, mate? You’ve been acting a little strange today.” She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one side, arching a brow as she stared up at her husband. “ Also, I could’ve sworn you just barked. Just a moment ago.”

He shrugged, knowing he likely had an evil glint in his eye that could only spell promise.

Not that she needed to know that.

“I don’t know, Rose… What if I did?” He smirked devilishly, leaning in closer. “Rrrruff.”

Rose sucked in a breath and froze, standing stock still for a few seconds just before reaching to press her hand into her lower abdomen.

“Ooh…”

The Doctor was before her at once, dropping the act and placing his hand gently over the one on her abdomen. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and looked her up and down, looking for any sign of internal or external bleeding, or perhaps a spontaneous broken bone.

“What is it, Rose? Are you alright? What’s wrong?”

She laughed quietly. “It’s alright. I’m alright. S’just, felt a little bit of pain for a second, but…” She paused again, then slowly turned her head upward, meeting his gaze with eyes that’d grown remarkably dark.

The corners of her lips turned up in a sly little smile.

The Doctor gulped, wondering if maybe… Possibly…

Rose slid her pink, pretty little tongue across her full, curved lips and batted her eyes up at him. Her voice dropped until it was low and husky.

“Could you maybe, I don’t know… do that again?”

Oh.

Oh, yes.

This was a very good sign.

The Doctor poked his tongue between his teeth as he grinned at her, placing his hands on her shoulders and guiding her back towards the wall.

“Do… what, Rose?” He inquired oh-so-innocently, arching a brow and pressing her into the wall before moving his hands slowly down her sides. “What would you like me to do?”

She drew a shaky breath as his palms reached the hem of her top, sliding beneath and bunching the fabric as he stroked back up along her ribs. “Th-the… barking thing,” she breathed, eyes sliding shut. The Doctor smirked, leaning in until he could rest his forehead on hers.

“Rrrruff ,” he obeyed, adding a bit more gusto to his far more impassioned reiteration. “Rrrrrrruff.”

Rose panted quietly, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and digging her fingers into his thick hair. “Oh fuck, why is that making me s-s-sooo…”

Acting on impulse, the Doctor hastily gripped the waistband of her jimjams and shoved them to the floor with a growl.

He thought, or rather- felt, on an intrinsic level- ‘Mine’. Yeah, that old cliche, but damn it, was it true. Make no mistake- Rose was his, and at that moment, he recognized that sentiment with a keenness bordering just this side of animalistic. He leaned in close, bending his head towards her.

“Making you so… what, sweetheart?” he breathed, pressing her firmly back against the wall while he slid a hand between her legs to pet her softly. He lowered his lips to hers until they barely touched, swallowing her little mewls, but he didn’t kiss her- not yet.

Rose writhed and twitched against his teasing touches. “S-so…”

The Doctor hummed. “So… wet?” He then pressed up and parted her folds with the slide of two fingers. “Because that, I can assure you…” He turned his head, bringing his lips to the shell of her ear, “… you most definitely are.”

He continued to glide through her slick flesh while she rocked against his hand, and the Doctor growled again at the feeling of her so hot and wet and pulsing; the perfect consistency for ovulation.

She would most certainly be rewarded for that.

Rose’s hips lurched forward. “Please,” she squeaked, shaking all over when he started prodding the underside of her clit. “Doctor…”

“You’re ovulating, Rose,” he purred against her lips, dragging his free hand down along her side until he could cup her bum with a hard squeeze. “Your body is practically screaming for me to fuck you. Right here, right now, right in this hallway… Maybe even right against this wall. What do you think?”

Rose groaned, throwing her head back into that wall with a thud as she bared her teeth to him.

Oh, he loved when her arousal drove her straight to the edge of sanity. His sweet, sexy little Rose; so easy to work into a frenzy.

“K-keep talking to me like that and it won’t just be my body screaming for it, y-you tease,” she muttered.

Slowing his strokes, the Doctor pulled back a little, fixing her with an intense stare as his fingers came to a stop between her legs.

“Sorry, are you implying that you’d like for me to fuck you, Rose Tyler?” He held her gaze as he lifted his hand between their faces, eyes digging into hers as he sucked her gorgeous fluids from his fingers. Rose ground out a strangled moan at the sight and he had to fight from doing the same, directing some of his tension into how tightly he clung to the curve of her bum with his other hand.

She tasted just exquisite to him; like the light of Eärendil in the phial of Galadriel. It could forever serve as a light for him in dark places- when all other lights go out.

“Tell me,” he murmured through lips still dampened by her sex, lowering that same hand to the fastening of his trousers and slipping the button free. As he slowly pushed the zipper down along the teeth, he was throbbing and rigid and desperate to be inside of her, but he loved this little game… He’d most assuredly see it through. “You had better tell me you want me to fuck you, Rose.”

She whimpered when he used one hand to push both his trousers and his pants off in one go, kicking them to the side without letting go of his grip on her backside. “I…”

He pressed his forehead to hers, adding enough pressure to push her head back into the wall slowly. He started to run his palm from her bum down the back of her thigh, landing just behind her knee, where he began to raise her leg to his hip. “You… what?” Taking himself in hand, he split her folds with a roll of his hips, repeatedly teasing from her entrance to her hot, throbbing little button. She cried out on a gasp, stuttering out little moans while he worked his friction against her.

“Tell me what you want,” he growled. “Tell me, Rose… Please.”

“I- ahhh,” she squeezed her eyes shut. “I w-want you to fuck me,” she whined breathily, rocking her clit against his smooth length; thoroughly slickened by her folds. “Oh god…”

Then the Doctor pushed himself right against her entrance, exhaling a ragged, labored breath.

“Look at me, Rose.”

She did; her eyes begging.

He smirked. “Too bad.”

Dropping down to his knees before her, he hiked her leg over his shoulder, nuzzling her curls with a low, deep growl as he inhaled the scent of her. He could smell her body preparing her for fertilization, and his cock throbbed for her- but he had to taste her first.

He refused to deny himself this.

Looking up at the ravishing vision that was panting and writhing above him, the Doctor was disappointed to see her eyes still closed tightly.

“Rose,” he whispered between her legs, mouth beginning to water as he fought to cling to what frayed threads of restraint he still had some grasp of.

Her eyes opened slowly, and he locked on to her stare, holding it silently for a few seconds to make sure he had her full and undivided attention.

“I want you to watch,” he commanded.

Rose buried her hands in his hair and moistened her lips, nodding hastily. He smiled, then dove straight in, treating her to a few long, sweeping laps through her slit before pulling her clit between his lips and sucking softly.

She tasted divine; pulsing against the seal of his lips and the flat of his tongue while she mewled through heavy tremors. The Doctor would never stop loving this; doing this to the woman he worshiped. Not even later down the line, when she was so pregnant that she’d just about topple over onto him in this position. He didn’t care. He was addicted to the taste of Rose Tyler; life-giving nectar that it was. He loved the way she flowed around his eager tongue; indulged in the concentration of hormones as her body generated copious amounts of lubrication to prepare her for his cock.

For all of the grief he’d given humans; all of the lamenting about now being one; this particular aspect of human physiology overwhelmed him in the most astonishing ways. This dripping, delectable, irrefutable proof that Rose wanted him just as desperately as he wanted her, and oh, it was glorious. He couldn’t help but smile as he flicked his tongue over her clit, staring up at her through hazy, happy eyes.

“Doctor, please,” she gasped after a shivery exhale, and the Doctor slowed, but didn’t stop, raising an eyebrow at her.

She bit her lip and quickly released it, squeezing her fingers in his hair. “I want you to come with me.”

Invigorated by her request, the Doctor placed a lingering kiss on her slit, then he was on his feet, lifting and encouraging her to jump and wrap her legs around him. She giggled at his abrupt shift, but soon, he was carrying her away from the wall and heading straight for their room.

“Grrrrrrr,” he rumbled into her ear, nipping at her earlobe when she moaned in response. A superpower indeed. A giddy smile crossed his lips.

Rose was furiously attempting to undo the buttons of his oxford while he carried her, but the position made it difficult, so she eventually gave up and just allowed herself to be transported, which thankfully didn’t take long.

Shortly after the Doctor kicked their door open, he gently placed Rose at the edge of the bed, watching her remove her shirt with hungry eyes while he rushed through the remaining buttons of his oxford. When there were just a few left, Rose- now completely bare- batted his hands away and grabbed both sides of his opened top, tearing the rest of it apart and sending buttons flying everywhere.

The Doctor didn’t even care about how expensive the shirt was.

Now bare before his lover, his cock stood proud and ready as he prepared himself to ravage her, taking her face in both hands and dropping his lips to hers.

As he kissed her with latent affection; a slow and deliberate tenderness amidst the somewhat primal direction their evening had taken; he lowered one hand down between her legs to make sure she was still good and ready for him.

He could have laughed when he discovered how unnecessary that little exploration was, and he broke away, leaving Rose with one more peck before staring heatedly into her big, hazel eyes.

Rose got his unspoken message, placing her hands down on either side of her hips to begin shifting further back on the bed. The Doctor’s eyes roved over every visible speck of porcelain skin as she did so, lingering on her tight, dripping curls and her perfect, pink nipples. He’d been neglecting those… It was high time he remedied that.

As soon as she was a sufficient distance from the edge, he crawled over her slowly, boring into her with his dark and predatory stare.

He lowered his mouth to her left breast, pulling her nipple between his lips with soft, rhythmic sucks while he dropped his hips to rock his length back through her slick folds. He made sure he continuously nudged her clit, sliding wetly against her, moaning low and long and drinking in every needy, helpless little sound he drew from her.

The Doctor was so, so ready to become one with her, and he looked up into her eyes again, suddenly pulled from the fog of heated passion when he saw the emotion she was radiating back at him. He released her nipple, pressing a soft farewell kiss to the damp, hardened flesh before cupping her cheek with a smile.

It was one of those moments where he was able to step outside of himself and remember just how bloody lucky he was. Not only to have reunited with the woman he’d loved more than anyone in nearly a millennium of life, but to get to share this new life with her.

Ever since they were left on that beach together and abruptly thrust into honest romance for the very first time, eureka moments were a regular occurrence for them, but this one felt particularly special…

They were going to start a family together.

Rose, bless her, had accepted him straight away when they were left behind.

When they were first exiled together in Pete’s World, there was a little bit of devastation and bitterness regarding the other ‘him’. The one who’d left. Of course there was, and not just for Rose… But she didn’t have nine hundred years of dealing with himself to have expected it or handled it accordingly.

Alas, she did her best not to take it out on the new ‘him’, and she actually did a pretty phenomenal job, all things considered.

They had their trying moments. There was still a great deal of reconnecting after so much time apart, and even once the sting of losing the Time Lord faded away, there was still that one bit... You know, the one about how they’d only ever been best mates before, and suddenly they were trapped in a parallel world after not seeing each other for years; their previously repressed feelings having been dragged out into the open.

It took getting used to.

Thankfully, the love was always there, and in what felt like no time, they absolutely flourished together.

Rose Tyler was now his wife.

Rose bloody Tyler!

There she was, lying naked before him; his beautiful wife and lover eagerly awaiting his next move.

He kept himself pressed to her entrance as he leaned over and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, encouraging her to lift her head so he could slide it beneath. He wanted her close for this; needed her face perfectly in line with his.

He kissed her slowly for a moment, barely tapping the tip of his tongue to hers when their lips parted. She hummed and he moaned and they clung to each other, flushed and breathless when he broke away from her. He smiled down at her.

“I love you,” he professed with raw, bleeding reverence, letting his guard down and pulling her in. Rose swallowed hard, tearing up already, and she smiled back.

“I love you.” She slid her hand back into his hair. “My Doctor.”

His single heart clenched, and he reached between them, slickening himself in her folds before pressing at her entrance.

“You’re going to make an incredible mother to our child,” he murmured with a smile. "I mean it."

Then he began to sink into her, engulfing his length in her slick, searing heat. He was tapped into the way her eyes glazed over as he buried himself deep, wasting no time before he began to move with long, determined strokes.

Rose had the most beautiful, perfect body the Doctor had ever seen or licked or touched, and he worshiped it; loved the way her little curves molded into the sharp edges of his frame. She was soft and tactile and very vocal when they made love, which he also thoroughly adored; always taking advantage of his favorite ways to draw out and amplify her sensations.

Her sweet little noises continued to rise in pitch and frequency while he rocked with her, linking their fingers together and pressing their hands into the pillow above her head. He kissed her eyebrow, then her temple, then trailed kisses down the side of her face, moaning directly against the warm skin of her cheek when he felt her shivering beneath him.

Already so lost to her, the Doctor laid his forehead against hers and stared down at her while he fucked her, moving a hand to her thigh and gripping it tightly. He whispered her name over and over as an endless melody of high-pitched moans and cries and pleas fell from her lips, half-delirious; still on a razor’s edge from the clever work of his lips and tongue when he'd held her against the wall.

There was always that little part of him- a ‘shoulder Time Lord’, if you must- who wondered how in the universe he could’ve kept this sort of intimacy from their relationship when he was just one man. He’d always known on an almost spiritual level just how profound it would be to indulge in this sort of thing with Rose. He’d never had chemistry like that with anyone else; never loved anyone the way he loved her.

Though the more rational side of his brain understood exactly why they could never be together that way back then, he’d never stop feeling little pings of regret, he imagined- which is why he saw fit to make up for as much lost time as possible, and did so with ceremony as often as he could.

He briefly dipped his head down to kiss her lower lip before moving to her neck, where he sucked gently at the sensitive skin of her throat, reveling in the dizzying friction they created together; his thick cock sliding wetly through her snug and clenching heat.

It was so good, the way her hips rolled up to meet his firm but unhurried thrusts; her soft gasps when their bodies came together, practiced and polished, yet never predictable. Never, ever mundane with his Rose. Every time felt just as special as the last, because it was; a happy little celebration of finding each other and getting to share their love over and over and over.

The Doctor groaned into her neck before raising his lips to her ear. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” he breathed, then he lifted himself up to meet her eyes. “I want to see it.”

Rose nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Ooh god, yes.”

With a smile that broke apart on a heavy moan, the Doctor reached between them, knowing exactly what she needed; exactly what he would give her. He started rubbing her clit slowly from side to side, and Rose immediately arched at the contact, sighing his name in the most exemplary tone that very nearly triggered his own orgasm- but he fought it.

“Come for me, Rose,” he whispered, sliding his fingers just a few more times over her clit before she tensed up. He groaned when he felt her begin to break, smiling when she burst through a sweet, tattered cry beneath him.

The Doctor kept his eyes locked on her face as she came, plunging into her with heavy thrusts to the frequency of her walls throbbing and contracting powerfully around him. He fell apart in the midst of her beautiful orgasm, moaning and trembling as he emptied himself deep within her, filling her; continuing to move until he couldn’t possibly hold himself up anymore.

Once he could no longer take it, he slipped out of her warmth and collapsed at her side, working to catch his breath for a moment before reaching over to encourage her into his arms.

As they lay together, panting and sweaty and spent, Rose could barely wipe the smile off of her face even several moments later.

“Doctor, what was that?

Running his fingertips up and down her bicep, he glanced over at her; his expression curious.

“How d’you mean?”

The blonde scoffed playfully, sitting up and looking straight down at him. “Oh. No, no, no. Come off it. What the hell happened back there?”

He slowly raised an eyebrow. “What, the physical manifestation of our love taking place in the form of two mind-bending orgasms shared semi-simultaneously?” He paused. “Or the bit with the barking?”

She smacked him with the pillow that’d just been under her head. “That!”

The Doctor, completely ignoring her strike, cocked his head to the side. “Wellll… You had mentioned wanting to have a baby with me, and I just happened to know a little trick to, erm… speed the process along, is all.”

This didn’t seem to please his wife, who was now glaring daggers at him.

“Sorry… What? How is barking something that speeds the process along?!”

With another sigh, the Doctor pushed himself up until he was lying back on his elbows.

“It’s really not that bizarre of a concept, Rose. Even here on Earth, male cheetahs have a bark- it’s more of a staccato yipping sound- that triggers ovulation in females. This is basically just that, but for Gallifreyans.”

Rose looked off to the side as she seemed to contemplate this. “But… Why is it like a dog? Why did you bark like a dog?”

He cleared his throat, avoiding her eyes as his cheeks tinged pink. “Welllllll, barking is different on Gallifrey. Err, was. Our dogs were different. They sounded more like… Erm…” He reached up to aggressively scratch the back of his head. “‘Waffle, waffle, waffle’.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yeeaahhh…”

After a few moments of silence, she met his eyes again.

“You do realize humans who have ovaries ovulate every month, barring special circumstances- yeah? You didn’t have to go to all that trouble to replicate your weird Gallifreyan waffle-barking dogs so we could have a baby.” She paused. “Then bark at me in our home when the waffle bit didn’t work. You barked at me, Doctor.”

The Doctor shrugged. “Suppose you’re right, but it was fun, wasn’t it?” He tilted his head forward and looked up at her suggestively. “Got a couple of hot shags out of it, if I do say so.”

Rose failed to resist the urge to grin. “Oh, definitely, yeah.” Then her smile took on an emotional edge, and she reached down, taking his hand in hers and clasping it over his chest. “You’re really that eager to have a baby with me?”

He mirrored her expression, carefully sitting up without breaking her hold on his hand. “Oh, yes.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “God, yes. More than anything in two universes. Or six.”

She let go of his hand and threw her arms around him quite suddenly, knocking the wind out of him in a huff.

“Oh, I love you- I was worried I might be pressuring you, or that you were just being polite, or… I don’t even know!” She pulled back quickly. “I’m not finished discussing the whole bit with the barking and the waffles, but for now, Doctor, oh my god!” Her arms were back around him. “I love you so much.”

The Doctor wrapped his arms tightly around her and turned his head to kiss just above her ear. “And I, you. I meant what I said, by the way.” He gave her a quick squeeze and withdrew, meeting her eyes. “You’re going to make an incredible mother to our child.” He smiled warmly, then glanced away. “Errr… children. If you’d like more than one?”

Rose smirked. “I don’t think we could ever have enough. But in the meantime…” She placed her hand on his chest and slowly dragged it down his body. “We could always keep practicing the whole ‘conception’ bit, don’t you think? I am ovulating, after all.” She flashed a tongue-touched grin. "I think you saw to that."

Grinning wide right back at her, the Doctor grabbed her by the hip, encouraging her to climb on top of him.

“Oh, yes.”

#doctor who #fanfiction #tentoo x rose #tentoorose #bring them back #tentoo #rose tyler #metacrisis doctor #tentoorose smut #smut #fanfic #my fics #crackfic #otp #feels #tenrose #ten x rose #dw fic #rtd era

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llocalgoblinn · 7 months ago

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other life updates lol

Ok so I'm thinking of resuming blogging on here more regularly because I miss it. And frankly I am starting to think other social media is rotting my brain. I might try to just stay on here posting slutty nonsense and on my art Instagram posting my paintings and keep it to that. The other shit fucks with my head and I need a break.

Also I've been sick as fuck since the eclipse lol like straight up pretty sure I had COVID. Feels like my ancestors are banishing the evil from my body, which I saw a meme about and was like yup that's accurate. Hoping life is helping me clear some of this debris from my path and it's manifesting as an absolutely BARKING cough.

Last but not least dating has been, dare I say it, fun! For the most part. Definitely triggering some stuff and getting my feelings hurt but it feels like through that I'm building capacity to be there for myself. Plus my friendships are blossoming! So I am feeling very blessed in love. It's also been nice to reclaim my sexual energy after my demonic ex raped me and sucked it out lol. Getting back on the horse was hard but I finally just got so sick of being stuck on it and exploring my dom side has been a healthy way to reestablish a safe connection with sex.

And I am frankly loving building a little harem of pokemen who are all different and interesting and satisfy different needs. Sometimes I feel like Dr Frankenstein cobbling together a boyfriend from pieces of all these people, but honestly for the most part I think it's healthier for me. It forces me to think critically about my feelings and level of attachment and emotional capacity. I'm not so anxiously attached and in my head. We'll see how it develops, I'm sure at some point the agony will come back to bite me in the ass HAHA. But for now life is decent!

#me irl

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nix-writes-mcyt · 2 years ago

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could you please do a doc x cat hybrid reader where they don’t get along at first but end up spending a lot of time together and end up catching feelings for each other? <3

I hope I captured this well, this is the thing that got me stuck but I have worked through it and here we are!

Natural Enemies

Oneshot Contains: Creeper hybrid!Doc, Cat Hybrid!reader, Fluff, Cleo and Joe being Cleo and Joe ----------------------------------

When you and Doc first met it was safe for anyone to say you didn't get along. No, no, no.

The cat part of you was calm around him, but ready to pounce at a moments notice. You weren't outwardly aggressive toward him, you didn't want to be. It was just in your nature.

Doc being part creeper had him hard wired to stay away from you. He'd hiss at you and you'd hiss back, an exchange which often caused him to back off quite far. Often more than the six blocks you were used to.

For the longest time you and Doc were forced to spend time around each other. Mutual friends would drag the two of you along, together, not caring if your hybrid parts detested the other.

You can't say at first it wasn't hard. But it got easier and easier. You've never admitted it, keeping up the act toward Doc. After all, his behaviour hasn't changed. Why should yours?

Recently your friends have been disappearing early when you meet up, leaving you and Doc alone. Today being no different.

A picnic with Joe and Cleo was what had been organised. You'd all shown up at the designated meeting point, walking for some time before settling in a quiet, flower-covered clearing in deep in the birch forest.

Joe and Cleo had been playfully bickering among themselves the whole way, occasionally bringing you and Doc into it to defend them. The picnic blanket had barely been set down when Cleo chased Joe into the trees, leaving you and Doc alone.

The quiet was calming, your eyes everywhere but on Doc. For once it was an easy task, so many things for you to focus on.

But it was so hard to ignore his presence. No matter how many small flowers you threaded into one another to create chain after chain, no matter how many leaves you counted, how many stripes on the bark, it didn't matter. Doc was there.

It wasn't so long ago the two of you couldn't sit beside each other. It wasn't long at all. You glance in his direction, masking it as you looking around at the flowers.

You could touch him if you reached out. There was a time Doc wouldn't get this close to you. Part of you wonders what it's like to be right up next to him, curled up with your head in his lap.

You blink, realising your eyes have met his. So much for making it look like you were looking past him.

Doc holds your gaze, another thing he couldn't do when you first met. How things have changed, at least for you. The feelings you have caught for the one you used to despise the most.

"I wonder when Cleo and Joe will be back." Doc mumbles, deep voice soothing. You nod, snapping your gaze away. As you turn your head you see movement in the trees, ears twitching with the sound of movement which lets you know your eyes weren't lying.

"Did you see something too?" Doc asks. You nod, not looking over at him again. "I did, but I didn't catch what it was." Doc hums quietly, you hear him shuffle behind you.

You keep your focus on the forest, something is there. Right there.

"Do you think we're in danger?" His voice is closer this time, almost distractingly so. "I don't think so." Your eyes move between the tree trunks, but you just can't see what made the noise.

"And you're sure?" Doc asks. "Yes, I'm sure." You turn your head in his direction now you've made a decision, realising just how much closer to you he has become.

You can see Doc fighting with himself to stay where he is, your slightly aggressive tone triggering his instinct to back away from you. But he doesn't move.

You feel your ears twitch as more movement occurs outside of your field of view, but you can't seem to take your eyes off of him.

Doc pulls his eyes from yours, moving backwards, away from you. Your reflexes are quick, hand reaching out and grabbing his metal arm.

"Don't go." You whisper, realising that this is the first time the two of you have ever actually touched in the whole time you've know each other.

Doc seems to have noticed this as well, hesitation and confusion written all over his face. Two emotions you've never really seem him express.

"Don't you hate me?" He asks quietly. "No, I haven't in a long while. Quite the opposite really but you never showed interest in knowing." Your words are rushed but he nods, it's clear to you he understood.

"I was scared you'd reject me. You and I were born enemies. Yet now I see how stupid that is." He places his other hand on top of yours, moving out so both of his hands hold yours.

"Where do we go from here?" You ask, "I feel so strongly for you but we don't really know each other." Doc nods, but smiles reassuringly.

"We take it slow and steady. We've come this far, I know we can go further. My feelings for you can only grow. I'm willing to try if you are?" You nod, smiling as Doc pulls you in for a short hug.

As the two of you separate a twig snaps in the trees, gaining the attention of you both. "They're going to hear us if you keep standing on things" You and share a knowing look.

"They're going to hear us if you keep talking so loud." "Oh sorry, I didn't realise whispering was louder than standing on every twig in the forest." "Whisper shouting maybe."

"You know we can hear you both, right?" Doc calls out. "I told you we'd get caught." Joe laughs as they walk out from behind a tree.

"I told you to watch your step as well but here we are." Cleo states, dropping from another tree with a smirk on her face. "You're both as bad as each other." You chuckle, both Cleo and Joe pulling a face before doing a bad job of stifling their laughter.

They join you on the blanket once again, listening as you and Doc fill them in, the four of you ready to enjoy the rest of your afternoon. And for you and Doc, ready to enjoy getting to know each other and your feelings.

#doc x reader #docm77 x reader #hermitcraft x reader #fluff #request #hybrid #docm #doc #docm77 #hermitcraft #creeper hybrid!doc #cat hybrid!reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt #mcytblr

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notlycheesden · 4 years ago

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Rearview Mirror

Heyyo ✌🏻 this is my first written piece for Endeavor , as a gift for my friend @kogo for the evil exchange. so I hope you like it my dude 👍🏻. A piece I will def be coming back to write more for sure.

⤍ Endeavour x reader

⤍ 3.6k

⤍ TW.incest, TW.dubcon, TW.father/daughter

⤍ Summary:

Enji was trying to be a better father, a better man.

And you never lied to him.

Guess it was a time for a lot of firsts.

Everything was always red between the both of you.

It's past four when his phone rings.

He was awake. even on his day off -those becoming more frequent now- years of routine were still strong. His body alert and aware way before the break of dawn for hours of training before patrol, and later to go to his own agency, the literal empire that wouldn't run itself.

He was pretending to be asleep, unmovable laying on his stomach, face buried on his pillow. Deep breaths in and out in a rhythmic pattern. His massive frame takes most of his king-size bed that for more than a decade he slept right in the middle, no reason to let the right side of it unoccupied.

It was almost meditation-like. There in the quiet and calm of his bedroom between his sheets, he could organize -or at least try- his thoughts. A time in his day where he gets lost in self-reflection. The things he would have to do that day, what work in his agency he would have to supervise, and even stubbornly he would do a little steaming out, analyzing his “actions and emotions”, passing commentary from the resident agency therapist threw his way.

“A strict but good man, if not for some, mishaps, from your intense and fiery nature.” was his professional opinion about Endeavor. The man really lived to throw things his way.

It used to help calm his turbulent mind. But lately there was nothing in his head but turmoil.

It was something he would do until 6 AM, when he couldn't take any longer and had to get up, body and muscles aching from staying in bed for too long, the sun already rising on the horizon, painting the sky with yellows, pinks, and reds.

The silence of his room is broken by the ring of his phone. Instead of the familiar tone of the morning alarm, it was his normal ringtone. When he opens his eyes, the room was not bright as he expects, still shrouded by darkness. Endeavor sits on his bed at once, alert.

Getting it from the bedside table quickly, his posture falls when he catches the time and the already saved contact of who was calling him: Natsuo.

Enji picks up, but before he could question the call, the time, or even say hello, Natsuo speaks, voice grave and serious.

“You need to pick up your daughter right now.”

It’s a punch to the gut. One that makes all the air from his lungs escape at once. In a second, he feels like he is thrown into a rollercoaster.

The only thing he can muster in his shock is a guttural and deep bark of incredulity “What?”

Natsuo cuts Enji off immediately. His tone triggering him into snapping, memories hushing in -not the time for this- “She just called. She was a crying mess, begged me to come for her but I live two hours away-Shouto is on patrol and not picking up and Fuyumi is with her fiance's family at the onsen-”

Enji inhales sharply. Dread takes hold of him while he can't even see straight with the sudden rush of adrenaline, sirens blasting off in his head.

“She was supposed to be with fuyumi at the onsen.” His voice echoes back at him in his bedroom walls, he doesn't realize he is shouting.

“Look, this is really not the time. She has no money and her phone’s dead. I was able to get her to tell me an address before the call dropped. she's all alone there. Are you gonna pick her up?”

Natsuo calms his own breaths now after snapping and shouting back, and he can hear shuffling noises on his father’s side of the line. The older man was up in a second, not really seeing anything, rushing through his stuff picking his keys and wallet. He hates the way his father could make him snap so easily.

Enji was completely distraught.“She said she was going to be with fuyumi…” He mutters under his breath while running through the corridors, even forgetting the phone by his ear, his son still on the line.

But Natsuo hates even more the blatant difference in the way his father treated all of them and you in comparison. Always. Like he could fix his mistakes. Hide his sins.

“Well. Think your little princess lied to you old man.”

Enji didn't even register the venom in his son's words, nor when he hangs up on him.

He’s out of the house in a blink. He tries not to rip the door out of its hinges on his way out.

——

He drives fast, almost no other car in the streets making it easier to speed up in his nervous state. The GPS voice droning about the directions, a forty-minute drive that he would make in twenty.

you said you were going to spend the weekend with your sister.

You lied to him.

Enji’s heart hammers in his chest and his flames burst multiple times on his face out of control. His grip on the wheel tightens to ground his shaking hands, his jaw set with such force that he could feel a headache already forming.

Thoughts were flying through his mind a mile a second. Where are you? What happened to you? Who were you with? Were you safe? Why were you crying?

Why did you lie to him?

It was like his heart was being squeezed by dread and being broken at the same time.

You were his youngest. After he realized what he did to his children as a father, he tried his best to do better; connect, communicate, but he was emotionally and socially stunted -Thanks doc.- and by the time he tried to reach out, it was just a little too late.

Fuyumi was the pillar of the household, replacing their mother too much young and having to fit in a mould not meant to be hers, barely holding the treads of the family and house together. Natsuo was out of the front door as soon as he finished high school and got into med school, choosing to live in the dorms and work part-time rather than stay at the manor. Shoto was another history in itself.

And there was you, a couple of years younger than your now up-in-the-ranks pro hero brother, at the time just a pipsqueak. Too young to remember Rei, remember the worst of Endeavor.

And when he tried to connect, you were there. As if just waiting. Wanting your father to look at you. Frail and innocent and just in want of care, of attention, of love. You welcomed him into your life with open arms and heart.

Enji did try to make it right by you. And for some time things were progressing, even his other children were starting to turn their heads around his direction.

Until Touya’s incident.

The media cracked down on him and his family with a vengeance, almost nothing was left unturned or whole.

Natsuo was the first to cut ties. Shouto threw himself into his hero work, completely closing himself off. Even Fuyumi decided that she was done, took the next step, and went to live with her now fiance, completely ignoring whatever Enji tried to shout about costumes or honor.

Then it was just the two of you.

He tried to be a good father.

He was a quiet man in his private life, strict and with a violent nature, but he reached out for outside help to make it right. An older and trustworthy housekeeper to not chain his daughter down at the manor, guidance from therapist to help him become a better father, a better man, anything to do right this time.

Call it atonement, call it his redemption, call it hypocrisy, he didn't care.

He only cares that at the end of the day, you were there at his side, happy.

This morning he saw the note on the fridge.

Going to onee-san family trip,

Be back on Sunday.

You never had lied to him before.

Guess it was a time for a lot of firsts.

——-

The music blasting through the night tipped him off even before his car's GPS tells him he arrived at the destined location.

He parks way down the street and assesses the place inside the darkness of his car.

Enji’s way out of the city now and inside the industrial district, the building seems old and falling to pieces, people are lingering all around the street, but it’s thicker there. At surface level the building was empty, but the music was definitely coming from there.

He dreads the worst.

Getting out of the car still in his sleeping sweatpants and tee, he throws the hood of his workout jacket over his hair to conceal himself. He’s going for discretion, get you and get out, no need to make this a public affair. Not with this, not with you, not right now.

He searches around but still can't find you. Half an hour has passed since Natsuo called. He's in a frenzy. Endeavor forces himself to calm down and think.

His son didn't mention music. He looks far into the street and he can see the entrance of an alleyway, he hushes there.

His stomach tied in knots when he sees in the dark your small figure crouched down beside a dumpster. your shoulders ate shaking with silent sobs holding your dead phone for dear life, trying to make yourself smaller than you already were, head down.

Enji barks your name and your head snaps to the entrance of the alleyway in shock, your body trembling and fat tears running down your smudged makeup.

“Daddy!”

In a second you were up and running, throwing your body against him and hugging his middle. He doesn't know what to do first, but he opts for following his instincts. Enji hugs your shaking form, shushing you lightly while petting your head. He doesn't know if it's him or you who's shaking more.

He doesn't remember how, but he manages to walk both of you to his car without being seen, his hulking form covering your smaller one.

He's shaking. When Enji puts you in the passenger seat and the car lights momentarily shine everything in an amber glow, rage fills his chest. You are in a dress he has never seen before, he knows it was not yours. He would never allow a thing like that or let you use it in public. Your makeup that before being ruined by your smudging and crying, was heavy and meant to seduce.

He closes your door and gets in the car.

He's shaking.

——

Enji can only control himself enough to not rip the wheel or step on the gas right through the flooring for only three blocks. and thank the gods again for the hour, because he could not quite see the streets in front of him. If they weren't deserted while he drives double the velocity permitted, it would be likely that the fears of his family being again under the cruel and ravenous judgment of the public eye would become reality, although for a completely different reason from the ones he has been dreading until this point.

When he reaches the fourth block, he makes a sudden stop, turning and parking harshly with the front of the car almost all the way over the curb, the tires skidding loudly into the quiet of the night and scaring you out of your still shell shock state. your small sniffles stop when you let out a muted yelp of surprise.

Enji quickly pries his hands that have a death grip on the wheel and smash the roof of the car to turn the lights on in such a way that later he’s impressed he didn't send the entire ceiling flying. As fast as he did that and the darkness of the car is now cast in warm gold, his hands are on your small frame like a striking snake, a big calloused one gripping your face between meaty fingers, squeezing your wet cheeks and the other one in your far shoulder, turning you in his direction with a barely controlled yank. Enji wasn't sure if the shaking was coming from your body or his.

He's frantic, hectic, eyes going up and down your body trying to find anything, something. “Are you hurt? tell me,” His voice is harsh, too loud into the small space. You jump startled, but his grip locks you in place, he doesn't notice.

Why did you come to a party? Why are you dressed like this? Why did you do this?

“Are you?? Someone did something? Gave you something, touched you?” He barks again louder, bending and twisting to be in your face now, eyes scanning all over your body. But again and again, they would be drawn to the too short hem of your dress, from your ruined tearstained makeup and down again to your soft and creamy thighs, trying to find a mark, a scratch, a stain. Anything, something.

“Fucking answer me!”

“Dad please!”

Enji lets you go as if you just slap him in the face. He blinks.

You are shaking. Looking at him in fear, silent tears running down your cheeks. Your jaw is set as you try to hold your whimpers back, his fingers make red marks bloom on your face and arm under his digits.

Memories come back rushing. Phantoms scourging in blue flames.

He releases you as if you burn him.

His hands hover in place, and he doesn't dare to move, still crowding you. Both of you staring at each other in fear and confusion as if something would break.

He slowly backs away, and you keep still. He turns the light off and stares at the road.

Enji couldn't take more things between both of you breaking.

He takes a deep breath. Starts the car again to drive back home.

——

Friday nights are your nights.

Enji doesn't really remember when it started. But he knows it wasn't something that was spoken of or agreed beforehand. It happened once, then twice, then his job got in the way, then thrice, and when he noticed, it was a routine between him and his daughter.

Like most things between both of you, it just… fell into place. And it just felt right.

Endeavor would arrange his schedule in a way so that his Fridays would be empty, any emergency at the agency could be easily solved that way, patrols and hero work set on the weekends so he could come home at a sensible hour, just by dinnertime.

He would be just taking his blazer and shoes off at the entrance when Enji would hear your running steps from the kitchen, your pinky apron-clad figure hushing to meet him with a bright smile, eyes shining.

you would get a hold of his tie and gently tug down for him to bend at the waist to your level, your arms were thrown in a warm hug on his neck and a sweet and lengthy kiss on his cheek after he steps through the threshold. you would giggle against his face from the tickles you got from his stubble while warmly welcoming him, the food still hot on the table.

It was one of your multiple habits together, just the two of you. And it felt right.

It was routine. And it felt so domestic, warm and right.

Friday nights are your nights. After he gets home, you guys have dinner, something you cooked by yourself, sending the older housemaid away earlier.

Sometimes it is a new recipe, sometimes something you already tried before. But it's always good, and when Enji compliments your cooking skills and how much he enjoys it, your cheeks blush red. You daintly try to hide your smile as you thank him, bashful behavior so alluring even when he knows is just a little act, playing coy. There's warmth in his chest.

The lights in the dining room cast everything in this whimsical warm glow and maybe it's the beer, but Enji thinks it reflects lovely on you and the color of your blouse today. He says so.

“Looking so pretty tonight, princess.”

The red on your cheeks grow stronger. From across the table, he hides his smirk behind his can at seeing how you fidget in place, trying to contain your coquettish smile while biting your plush bottom lip. The warmth spreads lower.

Only later it dawns on him. Enji was flirting with his own daughter. And it was a habit.

It was routine.

Enji is sprawled on the big sofa comfortably, already showered and in his sleeping clothes after dinner, the second movie of the night halfway through.

It was a period drama and he tries to pay attention to the main points for your quiz about it the next day, but he was mostly checked out, lulled by the comfy dark of the living room, the buzz of the beers he drank, sleep and your warm body draped over his.

He doesn't really remember when it started, but he knows it was gradually. One day in your Friday movie nights, he notices you were glued on his side, and on the next one you had an arm draped over his torso while both of you were laying on the reclining couch, and since then, you were always over him, arms and thighs and breasts glued to his body, but most of the time cutely laying on his chest.

That night was no different. You are laying on his broad chest, using your arm as leverage to look down and back at the tv in front of the sofa, and for you to not slip he has one big palm over your waist and the other in a secure hook on the slope of your knee, propping your bent leg higher across his stomach. Your breathing matches his, and if not by your little grunts and noises of surprise, the redhead would have thought you had fallen asleep on him. It would not be the first time.

The clothes you are using are small and had hiked up a long time ago, a loose tank top and booty shorts, both of them old and worn out, sleep clothes.

From where he was, he could see all your body over his. From the crown of your head to the slope of your waist as it dipped under his scarred hand. His gaze follows the curve of your thigh draped over his waist to the fat of your ass pointing high. He muses in a daze that he could see the inside of your tank top, the soft swell of a breast making an appearance. He leers.

You move a little, and this time, he can make out the shade of a nipple. It’s pert and small and pretty, and blood rushes to his clothed cock, but is late, and he's tired and buzzed out. It doesn’t connect in his mind.

You move. you are getting yourself higher on his chest. Enji feels small hands wandering under his shirt. Presses of lips on his neck. Wet kisses on the stubble on his jaw.

The soft touches pull him deeper. There's a young and wanton body over his. It’s been so long since he truly touched another, let himself be touched. Smooth lips and an uncertain tongue were kissing him, and he wants to devour them. It’s hot and burns and makes his insides coil, his cock hard and heavy inside his pants. A warm slit humping it.

Could have been the tiredness, the beer, the comfort of the situation, anything really.

Enji kisses you like a man starved. Head moving and ravaging your much smaller mouth with his tongue. His hand yanks your tank top down exposing your breasts, and now he’s pulling and pinching the sweet nipples in a way that makes you moan against his tongue with a voice he couldn't recognize.

His other hand was down at your ass, guiding your movements back and forth on his erection with vigor, the friction against your slit makes you weak, but he keeps you moving, his calloused hand encompassing most of your behind. At each needy thrust his fingers would slide down between the cleft of your ass more and more.

His meaty fingers push the bottons of your shorts aside with a flick of his wrist, and now he's touching directly your puffy lips that are messy and wet all over. Enji growls in your mouth as you moan louder when he starts playing with your pussy, a pitched whine as he flicks your clit up and down, a strong hold on your breast.

A loud bang from the TV is what snaps him back to reality.

It was his daughter.

His daughter was over him. It was his daughter that was humping his cock, that he was sucking her small tongue and tweaking her nipples until he made her squeal.

He jumps to his feet and throws you across the couch.

Different from him, you look wide awake. Flushed face and startled eyes stares up at him, exposed breasts still heaving. Nipples rosy and hard. Between your legs, a glistening trail of where his fingers dragged when he ripped them off of you. Your shorts are drenched.

There's a moment of silence.

Enji snaps. He sprints to his bedroom, leaving you alone in the living room.

He locks his door, drops to the floor, and whips his hard and heavy cock out. in three pumps, thick ropes of cum cover his hand and clothed middle.

Taking big gulps of air trying to calm his breathing, his eyes glancing everywhere in a panic state, he looks down, and spot the wet patch on his clothed thigh. Yours juices that leaked on him. Its still in his other hand, fingers wet.

Enji wants to cry.

He tried to be a good father.

He ruined it again.

#endeavor x reader #Enji Todoroki #Endeavor #Enji todoroki x reader

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albertasunrise · 3 years ago

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Just Another Conquest - Part 1

Masterlist

Warnings: You were sweet, innocent and completely infatuated with Javier Peña. After an incident at the Christmas party, you become the talk of the secretary's at the embassy and everything starts falling around you.

Pairings: Javier Peña x Reader, Reader x Original Male Character

Warnings: Angst, Kissing, Mentions of sex

Notes: There are some touchy subjects at the end of this chapter. If you’re easily triggered this might not be for you. Don’t wanna add too many tags as it’ll spoil it.

For two years you had worked at the embassy as a secretary. You kept your head down and your nose out of trouble and so no one noticed you.

Except Greg.

Greg was sweet. You’d been on a few dates and you were taking it steady. Too many times you had jumped in headfirst into the flames and gotten burned so this time you were going to take things slow, Glacial, but Greg didn’t seem to mind. Greg was sweet.

Someone who wasn't sweet.

Javier Peña.

He had bedded most of the single or unmarried secretaries in the embassy. Even some of the married ones. He flirted with everyone. Well everyone except you and even though that stung a little you were glad. He couldn’t tarnish you if he couldn’t see you.

You’d been infatuated with the man from day dot at the embassy. He was a smooth talker and painfully handsome but you knew you weren’t his type. You were plain, a little on the chubbier side and uninteresting. You'd seen some of the women he’d slept with. Your apartment was across from his and they were all beautiful. The polar opposite of you.

It was the day of the Christmas office party. An event you looked forward to as it gave you a chance to dress up a little. Greg had bought you a stunning dress for the event, something you’d spotted in the window of a shop one day and told him you liked it. He’d managed to find out your size and had snuck back to buy it for you and you had swooned. No one had done anything like that for you before.

The dress fit perfectly. Highlighted all the right parts of you and for once you actually felt pretty. You did some simple makeup, pinned your hair up in a loose bun and wore the only pair of heels you could walk in. Greg was there to collect you when you were done, his jaw dropping to the floor when you emerged from your apartment building and you chuckled at his reaction. You both then got a taxi to the embassy and he had been unable to keep his eyes off of you or his lips from yours. Maybe tonight was the night that you’d let him into your bed.

You arrived a short while later and made your way inside, people excitedly bussing around you as you made your way to where the party was being held. The hall in the embassy had been decorated in traditional American fashion. Tinsel, baubles and lights adorned the walls and a large, audacious, tree sat in the centre of the room with presents surrounding its base. You gazed around in awe of what you were seeing and Greg couldn’t stop watching at you.

Little did you know, neither could Javier Peña.

He had spotted you as soon as you’d entered. He had seen you around over the past few years but until now had never spared you a second glance. He watched you as you entered with Greg from accounts. He’d spoken to Greg a handful of times and he always seemed nice enough, if not a little dull. His attention was so stuck on you that he didn’t even hear Steve talking his ear off until his name was shouted in frustration. Pulling the agent from his fancy.

“Oh no, you leave that one alone.” Growled Steve when he noticed who Javier was staring at.

“What… why?”

“Because I know what you’re like and she’s sweet. She has worked hard to keep herself out of the limelight and you paying her any sort of attention will destroy that completely.” Stated Steve, downing that last of his drink as he watched you head to the bar with your companion “Besides she’s dating Greg anyway.”

“Greg’s dull.” Mumbled Javier and Steve barked out a laugh.

“Greg is nice and perfect for her.” Asserted the blonde agent “Leave her alone.” He warned and Javier simply rolled his eyes, waving his partner off as he stood.

‘Another.’ He asked as he lifted his empty glass and Steve nodded before turning his head to seek out his wife in the bustle of people beside him.

Javier watched you as he approached the bar, taking you in as he came to a stop a few stools over. The dress you wore fitted your form beautifully, highlighting your small waist and larger breasts. You had a perfect hourglass figure and he practically salivated at the sight, wanting nothing more than to worship every inch of you but you were forbidden fruit. Which made it all the harder to resist you.

You hadn’t noticed Javier watching you but Greg had and he felt resentment start to simmer beneath the surface of his skin. If Agent Peña had set his sights on you then he had no chance. No one could resist that man's charms. He was relieved however to see that you remained blissfully unaware of the man’s attentions so he did his best to keep yours on him.

“They’ve done a wonderful job with the decorations huh?” He spoke as he wrapped his arm around your waist and you nodded eagerly in reply “You’re the most beautiful thing here though.”

“Oh shush Greg.” You chuckled, you’d never been very good at taking a compliment.

“No seriously.” He said as he gazed longingly at you “These last few months have been… Well they’ve been wonderful and I know you want to take things slow and that’s fine. Just know that when you are ready, I will make sure to show you just how beautiful I think you are.”

You swooned at his statement but Javier scoffed and then as the narrative repeated in his mind he became intrigued. The two of you hadn’t slept together? How serious can you really be if you’ve never fucked? So he decided you were fair game. God help him, he was going to taste those lips before the night was done.

…

“Would you like another?” Javi asked you as he motioned to your empty glass.

You jumped at the sudden question, turning your head to see Javier Peña staring back at you. A mixture of thoughts and emotions rushed through you at once but the one that lingered was lust. The way the man opposite you was looking at you went straight to your core and you found you were losing yourself in his dark chocolate orbs.

“Oh uh… Yes please.” You fumbled, the shock of your current situation lingering.

“You look lovely.” He said sweetly as he motioned at the barman to refresh yours and his drinks “A little different to your usual get up.”

“How would you know what I usually wear?” You questioned, a little taken aback by his statement.

“I’ve seen you around.” He stated, shrugging his shoulders.

“Right.” You sniggered, taking a sip from your new drink “Thanks for the drink, Agent Peña.” You finished as you turned to leave only to be stopped by his hand grasping your arm.

“Call me Javi.’ He said softly as he smiled at you.

“Well, thank you again Javi but I must be getting back to my date.” Giving him a last nod you sauntered away, unable to miss the scowl plastered across Greg’s face.

“What did he want?” He asked as you came up beside him.

“He got me a drink.” You replied nonchalantly “That was all.”

“That isn’t all he wants from you.” He growled and your head shot back in shock at his change of tone.

“Greg, I am in no danger of attracting Javier Peña.” You snort, rolling your eyes at him.

“Have you seen how you look?” He snapped and you found yourself growing irritated.

“I have and I am not his type.” You spit “He’s only interested in slim, tall, perfect skinned beauties and I am none of those things Greg. You have nothing to worry about.”

Little did you know, he had plenty to worry about. As the evening went on the music started to die down and people began to say their goodnights, thinning the crowd down to the younger staff members of the embassy. Greg had remained possessive of you, noting how Javier would watch you as you danced with your friends or talked with other people from your department. He’d picked his prey and you were it. Greg, helpless to stop it.

“Would you like to dance Hermosa?” Came a deep voice from behind you and you shivered at the effect it had on you.

Turning you see Javier smiling down at you, his suit jacket long since discarded and tie also. He’d unfastened the top three buttons of his shirt and you couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight of his golden skin beneath. Then suddenly your brain caught up with the rest of you and you shook your head as you looked back up at the man that was towering over you.

“I shouldn’t.” You replied, shaking your head as you looked around nervously “I should get back to Greg.”

“Greg is stuck in a deep conversation with a bunch of other accountants.” He countered, taking one of your hands in his “Just one dance. Will be perfectly innocent I promise.”

You tried to find another reason to say no, anything, but you were coming up blank and so you were unable to resist when he pulled you gently towards the dance floor. The song was slow, soft and you glanced around at the other couples close to each other, slowly swaying to the music.

“Relax.” The agent whispered against the shell of your ear and you shivered,

“Why are you doing this Javi?” You questioned, looking up into his eyes.

“Doing what?” He asked with a mildly bemused expression on his face.

“This. Dancing with me, paying me any form of attention.” You elaborated and his brow furrowed “We both know I’m not your type so this isn’t some ploy to get me to sleep with you, or at least I hope it's not. You’ve never spoken to me before tonight so why? What’s this all about?”

“How do you know what my type is?” He questioned, dark eyes watching you closely.

“Because I live across the hall from you and so have seen many of your conquests leave. All thin and beautiful which I am not.” You chuckled to yourself, glancing at Steve who watched the two of you.

“Well firstly, I think you are beautiful.” He stated and you rolled your eyes “Really, you don’t believe me?”

“I believe you’re a smooth talker that’s good at getting women to fall in love with him.” He snorted at the, glancing at Steve a moment before returning his attention to you “I know I’m not beautiful.” You shrug “I came to terms with that a long time ago but I don’t like to be teased or played with. So if this is some sort of game or bet. Please don’t involve me.” You pleaded and Javier felt his heart ache a little that you’d think such a thing.

“This is no game Hermosa.” He said softly “I like you and I wanted to dance with you.” He continued, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek “That's all that is going on here.”

“You like me?” You questioned, unable to help the squeak in your voice.

He nodded as he smiled at you and then time seemed to stand still. Your eyes flitted to his lips as you gazed at each other, the world around you falling away as Javier Peña cupped your face and kissed you softly. You didn't react for a moment, shocked that this is even happening and then you responded, kissing him back as your hands gripped his wrists and when he pulled away, all eyes were on you.

“Can I take you home Hermosa?” He asked quietly as he gazed at you, smiling when you nodded in reply and then he was leading you out. Greg and the party were all forgotten.

…

“I hope you don’t expect me to sleep with you this evening.” You chuckled, smiling shyly at the man driving you.

“A man can always hope.” He replied, glancing at you a moment before returning his attention to the road.

“Well, I’m not that easy.” You stated, sticking your tongue out at him playfully which elicited a throating laugh from the agent "I like to be wooed first."

You loved his laugh. It brought you all new waves of pleasure to hear it but as your building seeped into view, along with a familiar-looking truck parked out front, the realisation hit you like a freight train.

“Oh my god.” You sobbed as you hopped out of his truck, clutching your middle as you cried.

“Hermosa what’s wrong?” Asked Javier, his tone panicked as he sprinted to your side.

“Greg.” You choked and he noticed you staring at the vehicle parked in front of his “I kissed you, and I left him there. What… Why would I do that?”

Javier pulls you into his arms, holding you as you cried over the relationship you know you had destroyed. He pulled you with him, taking you inside and into his apartment where he sat you down on his couch and poured you a drink.

“Thank you.” You hiccuped as you took the drink from him, staring at the glass as he sat beside you “I liked Greg.” You started, eyes not wavering from your glass “He was sweet. Liked me for me and I’d never had that before. All my previous boyfriends wanted one thing and I got burned so much I gave up on the idea that someone could want more with me.”

“You have to go through some hurt to find the right man.” Javier replied, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close “You’ll find him I’m sure. You deserve happiness.”

You sat there and talked for a little longer. Until your eyes were so heavy you could no longer keep them open and when Javier noticed you dosing off, he scooped you into his arms and carried you to his bed. He didn’t try anything. Just simply held you and it was the best sleep he’d had in years.

You had no idea you’d be the talk of the office when you returned from the holidays. Greg hadn’t spoken to you since that night and neither had Javi. You’d snuck out the next morning before he’d woken up, mortified that you’d fall asleep at his. You knew you hadn't had sex with him but you’d still slept with him and that brought on all kinds of different emotions. Did he like you the way you like him?

“So how was it?” Asked Kirsten as sat down at your desk, her eyebrows lifting.

“How was what?” You asked, your confusion evident in your features.

“Your hot night with agent Peña.” She elaborated and you almost choked on your coffee “You did fuck him right?”

“No, I didn’t.” You expelled, already feeling sick to the stomach at the realisation you were the talk of the office.

“Oh come on.” She rolled her eyes at your denial “No one goes home with Javier Peña without him having his way with them. You’re so lucky.” She sighed “Although poor Greg left with his tail between his legs. No one blames you for going to the better dish though… Javi is quite the meal.”

You abruptly grabbed your bag and stood from your chair, not stopping to pick it up as it clattered on the stone floor. All you could think about was getting out of there, and fast. You couldn’t miss the sniggering as you swiftly left the office, only to be stopped by two hands grabbing your shoulders.

“Woah what's up?” Asked Greg as he pulled you to the side.

“I uh… everyone's laughing at me.” You sobbed, eyes skirting around and catching peoples stares.

“What did you expect when you went home with Agent Peña.” He scoffed and you looked up at him with a broken expression “All those months clearly meant nothing to you as you dropped your panties for him the moment he called.”

“What? No… I didn’t sleep with him.” You assured, head shaking tears loose from your eyes “I swear to you I didn’t. He kissed me and that’s it.”

“Didn’t see you pushing him away.” He growled and your stomach sank “Despite what you pulled, I still care about you so I will have a word with the others. Just try to keep your head down from now on yeah?”

You nodded, sniffing as you watched him walk away but as you looked around you could see that everyone was still looking at you, talking about you.

You needed to leave.

Your sprinted to the elevators, uncaring of anyone else's attention and pressed the button vigorously, willing it to arrive. You didn’t even look when it opened, just shuffled inside and pressed the button for the parking level. You’d explain later why you’d left.

“Everything okay?” Came a soft Southern voice and you turned your head to see Steve beside you “Rough day?”

“Putting it lightly.” You replied, letting out a watery chuckle as you threw your head into your hands.

“I told Javi to leave you alone. Fucking prick.”

“No this is all my fault.” You sobbed as you looked up at him “Javi was sweet. I should really talk to him but today isn’t the day. Right now I need to go home and wallow.”

“Well, you can do that together if you like.” He chuckled and you looked at him in confusion “He ended up taking today off.

“Right.” You replied as you pulled your bag tighter over your shoulder as you exited the lift and headed towards your car.

Maybe you should speak to him today.

…

You’d more or less talked yourself out of it by the time you'd made it back to your apartment building. You pulled into your allotted parking spot, sprinted up the stairs and made it to your front door, only to be stopped by a familiar voice.

“What are you doing back?” He asked and you turned to face him, noting how his brows were drawn together in concern.

“I uh… Well, let's just say I’m the talk of the office.” You replied plainly as you pulled out your key, desperate to escape this inevitable conversation.

“Why?” He asked and you looked at him again in amazement.

Did this guy seriously have no clue?

“Well, let's see Javi. I turned up at this year's Christmas party with Greg, the guy I was seeing and then left with you after you kissed me in front of all of our colleagues. Why do you think that I’m the subject for office gossip?” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you awaited his response.

“We didn’t sleep together thought?”

“They don’t know that” You replied, rolling your eyes at him “So that’s what everyone assumed happened. That I waited months to take that step with Greg but one kiss from you and I give you what you want.”

“I’m sorry Hermosa.” He replied, his eyes taking on a sad puppy dog quality that immediately had your anger melting away.

“Why aren’t you at work today Javi?” You questioned as your body language relaxed and you turned to put your key in the door.

“One of my informants died.” He announced and you immediately turned to look at him “She uh… Well, she was ratted in by one of her colleagues. We found her last night mutilated and raped.”

“Oh Javi, I’m… I’m so sorry.” You replied as you gave him a sympathetic look, your heart breaking from the pain that was so evident on his face “Did you want to come in?” You asked innocently and he nodded, taking the hand you offered and following you inside.

Little did you know that this time, you really would give Javi what he wanted. You talked, you consoled each other, you kissed and then finally when the kissing became heated and passionate you fucked him, allowing your own troubles to be dissolved by pleasure. You allowed yourself to lose yourself in him and he buried himself in you to escape himself but when all was done and you lay their sated in his arms you started to wonder.

Maybe he did like you.

It doesn’t take long for word to spread around the office that you had fucked Javier Peña now. Someone else who lived in the building overhearing your activities and telling the entire office the following day so when you’d turned up the following feeling more relaxed, it was quickly ripped away from you.

“So decided to skive off for a fantastic fuck with Javi Peña eh?” Kirsten asked as she winked at you, the colour completely draining from your face “You lying slut though. I knew you were shagging him.”

“I uh…”

“Oh no use in denying it, you were heard. You’re apparently pretty vocal in the sack.” She sniggered as the other girls in the office started to chuckle along with her “Oh Javi.” She mocked “Oh Javi yes… just there-“

You left before she could finish her berating, tears streaming down your cheeks as you made your way through the halls to the bathrooms in the hope you could cry alone in there but sure enough, you were not to be so lucky. Greg grabbed you as you tried to scurry past but there was no sympathy in those blue orbs anymore, nothing but anger.

“You fucking slut.” He growled, eyes burning you “I courted you for months. Treated you right and the first moment you get you fuck man whore Peña?” He spat and you flinched at his outburst “You just used me. Did you even fucking like me?”

“Yes, Greg.” You sobbed, fat tears flowing freely now “I did like you... I do even. I like you a lot, I swear I didn’t use you.”

“But you couldn’t resist opening your legs for Javier Peña.” He growled, snarling at you as he watched your face crumble “You know he doesn’t commit so good luck regaining any credibility you had here.” He finished, leaving you sobbing in his wake.

You quickly sprinted through the halls, people's mocking laughter filling your ears but you just pushed forward. You looked up a moment and that's when you caught eyes with him, the man from which all this trouble had stemmed from and you stopped, giving him a hopeful look as he grabbed your arm and pulled you to one side.

“What's the matter?”

“You seriously the only person in the embassy not to hear the latest gossip?” You asked, noticing the genuine confusion that spread across his face.

“We were heard Javi.” You explained, wiping your cheeks with your sleeves “Someone heard us and has told everyone.” You sobbed, face leaning into his hand as he cupped your cheek “But you can set everyone straight, tell them that this is different? I mean, it was different right?” You asked, eyes pleading for him to soothe your worries.

“Hermosa…” He trailed off as he dropped his hand and shook his head, your stomach dropping “Hermosa I-.”

“You said you like me.” You choked, eyes growing wide as you shook your head in disbelief “That I’m beautiful.”

“I do and you are.” He assured you “But I’m not a commitment guy.” He paused and you felt sick “What we did was just two friends comforting each other. Nothing more.”

You can’t believe it. How had you gone and done this again? You’d given yourself to someone body and soul only to be stomped on again. You were a fool and you knew it. There was never going to be a chance of Javier Peña want more than to bury himself in you. You were plain. Simple.

Ordinary.

You left without another word. Darting into the nearest bathroom where you emptied the contents of your stomach before crying yourself dry. When you did finally emerge you were called into your manager's office and were instantly told to take some time. You had some leave to take so they advised you to take it. Let the scandal die down a little. You couldn’t be the talk of the office forever.

So you do. You take the two months you accrued and you leave, numb the entire drive back to your apartment. You thought about going home, actually taking a vacation but then you’ve never been one for adventure. You don’t have anyone back home. No family or friends to speak of so you decide to spend it here. At home. Wallowing in your own self-pity.

2 months later…

Javier had noticed your absence and he’d also noticed that you never left your apartment. At least you never left it when he was around to see it. He knew you were due back today, one of the other secretaries informing him that your leave had ended so why weren’t you here? It wasn’t like you to be late. You were always in before most of the other office admins were, sipping your coffee as you went through your daily schedule.

No one else seemed to be worried about your absence. A few assuming you’d forgotten that you were due to come back but they were a little surprised when Agent Peña had started asking around for you. Everyone knew that things between you and him had crashed and burned, your very public refusal being the next hot topic for the weeks that followed. So when he came up short with your colleagues he went to your boss, his worry growing by the minute.

“I’m not sure why it matters to you where she is.” Stated your boss as they continued to skim through the paperwork in front of them “It’s because of you that she ended up taking leave.”

“I understand that but…”He paused a moment, trying to carefully plan what he needed to say “She lives opposite me. I’ve not seen her leave in two months or even heard a peep from her apartment. I know that her suffering is my doing but I do care about her well being.”

“Well, you should have thought about her well being before you dragged her name through the dirt.”

“Do you know where she is?” He growled, growing more and more impatient by the second.

“Yes, I do.” They replied plainly.

“So?”

“She’s in the hospital.” Javier’s eyes shot open, stomach dropping as he stared at the older woman across from him.

“What… what happened?” He asked although he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“I can’t tell you that.” She stated and he let out a frustrated sigh

“Is she at least going to be okay?”

“She’s in a bad way.” She paused as she finally placed the documents in her hands down “If you want to see her I can’t stop you. Just know… it is very likely that she won’t want to see you.”

She told the agent where you were and watched as he left, knowing that deep down he had a right to know what had happened to put you there.

…

A few flashes of his badge and he was soon led to your room, stopping the doctor as he left your room and demanding he be told what was wrong. He could see that you were sleeping inside and he felt himself ease a little seeing that you weren’t bloody and beaten. So what was wrong?

“She was poisoned.” The doctor explained in Spanish and Javier felt his anxiety shoot through the roof again.

“Poisoned?” He asked “How? By who?”

“By herself.” The doctor stated and Javier’s stomach dropped.

Had he really hurt you that badly?

“She tried to terminate her pregnancy using an old home remedy.” The doctor elaborated and Javier jumped at that.

“Pregnancy?”

“Yes.” The doctor nodded “She is around 2 months pregnant.”

Javier knew instantly it was his and a mixture of emotions coursed through him. Why had you not come to him? Why did you feel like this was the right thing to do? If there was a baby involved he would do what was right. You had to know that right?

“She is sedated.” The doctor continued “The baby survived. The remedy did not work but it did nearly kill her. She was hysterical when she arrived. Begging us to save it.” He paused, glancing at you before returning his attention to Javier “I don’t think she really wanted to get rid of it. She was just desperate and scared. She should be okay though. We will continue to monitor her and the baby. ”

Javier nodded before stepping aside so the Doctor could leave. His mind was racing as he stepped inside of your hospital room and taking a seat at your side. He would wait. Wait until you woke up and he would talk to you. He needed to understand why you did this. Why you felt you had no other option.

…

You were shocked to find Peña dosing in the chair beside your bed when you woke up. How did he even know you were here? Your head was pounding and your mouth dry so you turned your head to find the bottle of water a nurse had brought you earlier, only to knock it when you went to grab it. The agent woke instantly and you groaned in frustration. You didn’t need his lecture right now.

“Hey.” He said softly as he grabbed the bottle and opened it before bringing it to your lips “How are you feeling?”

You shrugged as you sipped the water, relishing how it soothed your sore throat and dry tongue. You nodded when you’d had your fill and watched as he screwed the lid back on and placed it back on the table.

“What are you doing her Javier?” You rasped and he flinched at your inquiry.

“I was worried about you.” He stated, sad eyes locking with yours “The doctor said you and the baby are going to be okay.” He said with a smile and your eyes started to water.

“So you know?”

“Yes.” He replied plainly “He also told me you tried to get rid of it.” He paused, stroking away a tear that escaped from your eye “Why?”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t want it.” You replied, lip trembling as you spoke “And I didn't want to raise it on my own.” You paused, watching him process your words before you go for the jugular “Besides, I was just another one of your conquests. Can't go tarnishing your record and I’ve destroyed my reputation enough. Having your baby will just destroy whatever integrity I have left.”

“So what are you going to do?” He asks, stomach twisting.

“I’m going to leave Javier.” You said plainly “I will leave and I will raise this baby on my own. No one will ever need to know you have a bastard child with one of your many whores. I want nothing from you so you can go now.”

“Hermosa I-“

“Leave.” You growled, angry tears staining your cheeks “I’m giving you the out you want. Take it.”

Part 2

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Match made in Hell : Chapter Thirteen

A/N : And this is it the last and final chapter. Kinda sad but mostly happy to finally finish this series. Hope you like this chapter. Let me know what you think.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary : you always wanted a simple life but to be born as the daughter of a dangerous mobster turned out to be a curse for you. Everything changes when your father gets your lover killed and forcefully marries you off to another mobster as a part of a deal. You hate your father and your husband the only thing you seek is now revenge. Will you ever be able to fall in love again or this burning hatred inside you will consume you?

Warnings : mature content, kidnapping, blood, violence, murder, death, language

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“What? How?” you looked at him with a worrisome face.

“We don’t know yet but we are gonna catch him don’t worry” his hands come up to your shoulders in assurance.

“Then we must go now he might be planning something dangerous to take revenge on us” saying so you were about to rush back to your room to get dressed but Tom caught hold of your hand.

“Y/N stop, you can’t go”

“Why? You only said we need to catch him” you look at him questioningly.

“By we I meant me and the boys. You are not going anywhere, not in this condition” he speaks softly placing a hand gently over your stomach “you remember what Dr. Martin said, right? No stress and as much rest as possible”

“But-but you don’t understand Tom I can help and I was pregnant the last time we caught him” you argue as Tom reaches his hand out to cup your face with an understanding smile.

“I know love but we weren’t aware of it at that time and I'm thankful that he didn’t do anything bad but not anymore" he caressed your cheek with his thumb "I’m not letting either of you come in harm's way” you were about to say something but he cut you off “please Y/N for this time just let me handle this. I know you’re strong and the most fearless woman I have ever met in my life but for this time for their sake at least stay back”

You finally gave up hanging your head low with a sigh. He was right with your current situation; it wasn't a wise idea. The risk would be too much and you can’t afford it, not when it’s about the safety of the little ones growing inside you.

“Okay but promise me you’ll be careful and in no circumstance you will risk your life” you place your hand over his on your stomach “we will be waiting for you”

“I promise I’ll be safe” he presses a soft kiss on your forehead “you just take care of yourself. I have told the guards everything and Leslie will also be there” he gives a one last peck on your lips before parting “I’ll be back in no time I promise” he reassures smiling as you nod mirroring his smile.

****

Tom along with with his brothers and Harrison were at their office in Westminster discussing their next move to get hold of Ethan before he makes a move against them.

“Any news?” Tom asks Harrison.

“Nothing,” he answers with disappointment.

“We searched downtown but found no trace of him,” Harry informs, exchanging glances with Sam.

“How is this even possible? A man escaped but is nowhere to be found?!” Tom groans in frustration when they are interrupted by William whom Vanessa brought along with her in case he might be able to help track down Ethan with his years of experience with your father's mob.

“Only if the man has never left the place” he elucidates.

“What?” Tom’s brows knit in a frown.

“Has anyone seen him getting out of the house?” William throws the question to his men as they stood there silently with their gazes lowered down at the floor.

“Answer the question you morons!” Tom barks at them.

“No sir” one of them squeaks out in response as the frown on Tom’s face grows deeper.

“Well then you have your answer Ethan is still in your house hiding maybe seeking for the right opportunity” William remarks.

“Right opportunity for what?” Vanessa questions.

“Y/N..” Tom’s voice comes out shaky as panic washes over his face at the realization “Y/N is all alone in the house. We need to go now!”

****

You were in your room trying to keep yourself occupied by reading some books on parenting and childbirth to calm your nerves which honestly wasn’t helping much cause you knew how dangerous it is with Ethan escaping and the vipers seeking revenge. Since no one would be informing you about anything you thought it’s best, you take a nap as stressing about it will be useless and in turn be bad for the two little beans inside you.

You were about to lie down when you heard shuffling noises outside of your room. Your hand instantly reached out to your bedside table, opening the drawer you took out your gun and got off the bed. You carefully tip-toed out of your room, eyes scanning the corridors when you felt someone’s presence behind you. You cocked your gun ready to turn and shoot.

“I wouldn’t dare to do that” you heard, feeling the muzzle of a gun pressed to the back of your head.

“Ethan?” you frowned deeply.

“Miss me baby?” his voice dark and full of malice. You went to shove him in the stomach with your elbow but he was quick to catch hold of your hand and twist it back as the gun fell from your grasp on the floor.

“You’re getting clumsy sweetheart” he chuckles tauntingly.

“What do you want?!” you hissed struggling to set free.

“You’ll get to know soon but for now start walking”

“What makes you think I’ll listen to whatever you say?” you grit under your teeth.

“Well honey news is in the air that you're pretty knocked up right now" he snickers and your throat went dry, he knows "so if you don't do what I say I wouldn’t hesitate for a moment to pull the trigger”

Usually you were tough and it takes a lot to shake you but now it is different. You couldn’t think of fighting back as fear grasped on to your mind and body. You weren’t alone, you had two lives growing inside you and in no way you were going to put their lives in danger so you remained quiet and decided to do exactly what you were told. You slowly walked down the stairs with Ethan behind you holding you by your arm with one hand the other had his gun pointed at the back of your head when Leslie walked out of the kitchen.

“Ma’am!” she gasped in horror and immediately pressed the alarm on the nearby wall to alert the guards outside as she rushed towards you in an attempt to save you.

“Get back or she dies” Ethan threatens, pressing the gun further to your head.

“It’s ok Les just stay where you are” you say calmly. Two of Tom’s men posted at the gate barged in pointing their guns.

“Put down your gun now or you’ll regret it” they threaten, cocking their guns which made Ethan chuckle darkly.

“You really thought I would be so stupid to do this all alone” he snickers when three men dressed in all black rounded them from behind. They pulled out their guns and within seconds several gunshots were fired piercing through their bodies as both of the guards dropped dead.

“Leslie run!” you shout at her.

“But…” she hesitates.

“Just go or they will kill you!” you tell her as she unwillingly ran to the back of the mansion to get out of the place.

“Yes, run to your boss and tell him that I got his most prized possession and soon I’ll have this whole city within my palms too” he grins wickedly. He then drags you out of the front door to the driveway where two SUV’s were parked.

“C'mon get inside the car” he nudged you as you reluctantly got in the passenger seat while he sat on the driver's seat and starts the car.

“Ethan you don’t wanna do this” you tried to talk some sense into him.

“Oh hell I wanna do it. Today I take back what is rightfully mine. Now shut the fuck up!” he yelled at you while driving and you flinched feeling utterly helpless.

“Tom is on his way he is gonna kill you and if my dad comes to know” you glared at him.

“I don’t care what that bastard wants, he has been using me to take hold of the drug cartel but I was the one who was using him to set up my own gang to take my sweet revenge. Your daddy thinks he owns the vipers, no honey, it's me who gives them the orders” he laughs when his eyes go to the phone in your hands “give me your phone” he orders.

“Why?” you tried to hide it away from him

“Just give it to me dammit!” he snatched it out of your hand and threw it out of the window on the side of the road “now no one will know where you are” he chuckles darkly speeding away through the traffic.

****

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you?!” Tom stormed inside the house to be met with the two dead bodies of his men in a pool of blood.

“Oh God!” V gasped in horror and the boys were left dumbfounded at the scene in front of them..

“Y/N! Where are you?!” Tom called out again desperately.

“Sir!” a very terrified Leslie came running from the back of the house.

“Leslie, where is Y/N? Answer me!” he demanded.

“They took her sir” she broke down into tears as Tom felt the ground slipping from under his feet.

“Uggh this is all my fault!” he knocks off the glass sculpture kept on the nearby table out of rage.

“Tom, calm down, get yourself together!” Harrison stops him from breaking any other things further.

“How can I stay calm Harrison?! That bastard took her and I wasn’t even there to save her. Now I don’t know where she is or even if she is alive or not” he laments.

“You need to think clearly, Tom. He won’t do anything to her I’m sure not until he gets what he wants” William remarks and just then Tom’s phone rang with an unknown caller id

“Take it I’m sure it’s him” William advised he pressed the call button as Ethan’s face became visible on the scream.

“Hey Tom, what’s up man?” he says with a smug grin.

“You scum, where is Y/N?! If you lay a finger on her you’re gonna die a very brutal death!” Tom barked.

“Oh don’t worry, she's alright. For now. Say hi to your husband honey” he mocks flipping the camera towards you. Tom’s heart clenched seeing you tied up to a chair. You looked completely exhausted as you somehow lifted your face up to face the camera.

“Y/N…” he croaks a lump growing inside his throat as he fights back his tears after seeing you being treated like this when you should in the comfort of your home.

“Tom-Tom, don’t agree to what he says it’s a tra-” you tried to warn him but were quickly cut off.

“Okay that’s enough sweetheart”

“Give me my Y/N back!” Tom growled in rage.

“Woah not so fast not until you give me what I want” he remarks with a smug grin.

“What the hell do you want?!”

“Nothing much, just hand over your mob and accept my allegiance only then you'll get your wife back. I’m giving you 12 hours to think Tom after that I’ll empty this gun into her head” he threatens and the call disconnects.

“Hey wait!” Tom yells at the dark screen.

“Let’s go! We don’t have much time” Tom was about to rush out when Harry stopped him

“Wait Tom, are you seriously going to hand over everything?”

“I'm ready to give up everything for Y/N. I don't give a fuck about the mob because that’s the reason behind Y/N, my wife, the mother of children is being held captive in the first place!” he snaps.

“Don’t do anything in a rush you don’t want to strengthen your enemy’s power do you?” William remarks..

“Yes Tom, I agree with William too. You do remember what the Coopers did back then before your dad had to kill them himself?” Harrison reminded him.

“Yes I do but what option do we have?” Tom sighed unable to find a way out

“You have an option” V speaks up

“What?”

“Ask papa for help” she suggests

“Are you out of your mind?! You’re telling me to ask another enemy of ours for help for whom Y/N was almost going to die!” Tom says disapproving her idea.

“Just listen to me for once all this rivalry between you and our dad is just because of the business. If he comes to know that Y/N is in danger he would certainly help cause he loves his family more than anything” she explains.

“Vanessa is right Tom only Victor can help you. The vipers were his gang after all he will know everything and you also need more men to overpower Ethan” William agrees.

“What do you guys say?” Tom looks at his brothers and Harrison.

“You should call him” they all suggest unanimously. After a little pondering Tom took a deep breath and dialed his number.

“You really have the balls to call us after what you did Holland” Julian quipped.

“Julian you gotta listen to me mate this is important. Ethan escaped”

“Well it's not our problem that he escaped”

“He has your sister Julian” Tom informs.

“And why would I help you to save her who is the reason we are about to lose the whole drug cartel”

“It wasn’t your sister Julian it was Ethan all along he had been double crossing you and using the vipers to grab hold of the drug cartel behind you back”

“So what? We just don’t care now end the call”

“Jules, wait your sister is pregnant” Tom reveals as Julian perks up at the news.

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” Julian asks with concern in his voice.

“She is expecting. I know you have had issues but I also know you care for her and so does Mr. Martinez. I know he is listening to this too. It's your daughter sir and if you really want her to stop hating you then help us take down Ethan” Tom’s voice breaks as he pleads with them.

“Dad?” Julian turned to Victor.

“I'm gonna kill that bastard myself!” Victor mutters standing up from his chair enraged “everyone to get ready and tell them to meet at the Docklands”

****

After searching for almost three hours your father was able to locate you. You were being held in an old factory near Kennington. They drove to that place as fast as they could and stopped a mile ahead to not alert his goons. Carefully they walked over to the place and took down the guards posted outside surrounding the place. Tom along with Harrison and your father and brother entered the building killing anyone who came in their way. The deserted factory echoed with the loud noise of gunshots and you knew that Tom was here to rescue you.

“You hear that? Tom is here, you’re going to die Ethan” you quipped a knowing smile etched on your face.

“Not so easily” he goes to untie the ropes and pulls you up on your feet pressing his gun against the side of your head.

“Y/N!” Tom barged in.

“Come closer and she dies,” Ethan threatens.

“You might want to reconsider mate” Tom says with a sly smirk

“Why is that?”

“Your sister Meredith, is her name right? And she lives in an apartment near Brixton” he muses “guess what? my brothers happen to be there too” fear washed over Ethan’s face as he realized how the tables have turned and all thanks to your father who knew about his sister and told Tom about her.

“No, keep my sister out of this” he says weakly.

“You left me no choice mate” Tom tsks “it’s over Ethan so let Y/N go and no one gets hurt” he warns him as Ethan removes the gun from your head and lets go of you. You take one quick glance at him and then look at Tom standing in front of you. You immediately strided your way towards him with tears in your eyes but Ethan had something else in his mind. He lifted his gun again and pulled the trigger aiming at your back.

“Y/N!!” Tom shrieked but before the bullet could hit you Victor was on time to pull you in his tight embrace guarding you as the bullet hit him on his right shoulder. He flinched in pain as you grasped on to his shirt trembling.

“Daddy?” you said weakly glancing up to him with tear filled eyes.

“It’s ok mija I’m here now. Don’t worry everything is going to be alright” he caresses the back of your head gently as you feel your head spin. The stress was too much for you to handle and you fainted in his arms.

“Go get that motherfucker!” Tom shouted seeing Ethan trying to flee. His men were quick to grab him as Harrison snatched the gun out of his hand and punched him right at his face.

“Jules, take her to the hospital now!” your father instructed. Jules took you from his arms and carried you to the car and immediately left for the hospital.

Tom stalked his way towards Ethan as if he was a prey. He cocked his gun, his gaze stone cold eyes burning with rage. He kicks Ethan on his legs as his knees buckled and he kneeled down on the floor in front of him.

“Tom please let me go I swear I’ll go as far away as possible and never return back” Ethan begs for his mercy.

“You should have thought about it before you decided to shoot Y/N” Tom growled, pressing the gun in between his eyes. But for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger. It didn’t feel right to him.

“Tom, what are you waiting for?” Harrison nudged him.

“I-I can’t, Y/N wouldn’t want this” Tom looked at him unsure of what to do “it’s better we hand him over to the police” he suggests.

“If you can’t I will” Victor interrupts and aggressively points his gun at Ethan.

“No Victor, wait!” Tom tried to stop him but it was too late he had already pulled the trigger and Ethan’s lifeless body collapsed on the ground.

“It’s ok Tom nobody gets away after messing with my family” he shrugs when the blaring of the sirens could be heard from a distance.

“Get out of here right now!” Victor says to Tom.

“But..” Tom hesitates.

“Leave or you’ll get caught too” he insists.

“What about you?”

“I think it’s time for me to pay for my crimes” he sighs looking at the gun in his hand with a contemplating smile etched on his face. The screeching of car tires could be heard as the bellowing of the sirens grew louder which was soon followed by the clamoring footsteps of people in tactical boots.

“Now go to my daughter she needs you” Victor rushes him “and remember to keep her happy and safe or else I’ll hunt you down too” he warns him.

“Will keep that in mind” Tom smirks and walks out of the place.

“Raise your hands where I can see them!” Grace orders and without a single Victor raises his hands in surrender.

“Victor Martinez you are under arrest for embezzlement and several other crimes including hoarding and smuggling of illegal drugs and murders” Grace states pointing her gun at him along with a team of officers behind her. A male officer was quick to handcuff him. Tom watched it whole from a distance as he was led inside the police van before leaving for the hospital.

You woke up to the rhythmic beeping of the EKG. Your eyes slowly adjust to the lighting of the hospital room.

“Tom..Tom” you mumbled half awake.

“Hey, hey I’m right here” Tom quickly gets up from the couch and holds your hands as you sit up.

“Tom what happened?” you ask warily.

“You fainted honey, your blood pressure went low due to all the stress” he informs.

“What about our babies?” your hand goes to your stomach as you look at him with panic stricken eyes “are they ok? Tom, are they safe?” you rambled out of fear.

“Yes darling, they are safe and healthy the doctor’s confirmed” he assures you gently brushing your hair with his hands.

“Oh thank god” you heaved a sigh of relief.

“I think we should thank your dad too cause if he wasn’t there in time you would have got shot” he remarks.

“I know,” you say, staring at your lap.

“Y/N the interpol and police took your father”

“Well that was going to happen some or the other day anyways” you half shrugged.

“But he saved you, saved us”

“I know and that’s the irony for the first time my dad genuinely showed that cared about me and now I will never see him again” you say with regret in your voice.

4 months later….

You were seated in the huge courtroom of the New York State Supreme Court with Tom, Vanessa and your mother by your side as you awaited the jury’s verdict on the charges you, your father and brother have been indicted with. After your father’s arrest the underworld imploded and most of the leaders went into hiding to save their businesses and escape the law. It was a huge issue in the international media too, the trial went on for three months. You had to travel back and forth to appear before the court for the murders you were charged with.

Though they could never find any proof against you, your dad and your husband made sure of that. Tom had told you that he had requested the families not to testify against you and they had agreed. But you know his way of requesting people very well : it's pointing a gun at their head. If they don’t agree then they are permanently relieved of their life.

When you said that to him he laughed it off by saying “that’s preposterous! I would never do that” and you gave him ‘not buying it’ look “okay the old me would but I’m a changed man now and as I promised no violence” he clarified. But you knew better and you didn’t mind this time really cause you didn’t want to abandon this beautiful life you finally got and go to jail.

Moreover in less than two months there will be two new additions to your little family and you don’t want to miss any of it. You knew that you could never get rid of the blood in your hands and so did Tom but this time you are gonna start afresh for those pure little souls that are coming to light up your entire world and remove the darkness that had been clouding your lives.

“The jury have reached a verdict” the judge’s voice echoed through the silent courtroom and Tom places his hand over yours comfortingly giving you a reassuring smile telling you that everything will be ok “and they unanimously find Victor Martinez guilty of the following charges related to extortion, money laundering, murders and illegal smuggling of drugs. He is being sentenced to lifetime imprisonment” the judge declared.

“Also due to lack of evidence the jury declares Julian Martinez and Y/N Holland innocent and free of all charges” he adds and Tom squeezes your hand gently with a soft smile and a relief in his eyes as you look at him mirroring his smile.

“The court is adjourned for the day” the judge announced and everybody stood up from their seats to walk out of the room one by one. You watched your dad getting handcuffed and being taken away by the officials as your brother followed them to finish the rest of the formalities that needed to be done before they took your father to the prison. For once you wanted to hug him tight and let him know that you loved him even after whatever went down between you. You wanted to let him know that you have forgiven him, you felt bad for your mother too after all he is her husband.

“Don’t worry honey I’ll be fine” she touches your shoulder breaking you out of your thoughts.

“I’m really sorry mom you don’t deserve this” you sniffled

“It’s ok, Y/N I knew this day was coming soon and how much ever you feel bad a crime is a crime”

“Mom, you can come live with us. I can talk to Tom, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind” you offered.

“No sweetie that’s not happening I’m better off here and Jules will be there I will be perfectly ok. You just take care of yourselves”

“Hello Mrs Martinez” Tom interrupts.

“Hello Tom”

“Honey it’s quite some time you ate anything let’s get you something shall we?” he suggested to you.

“Yeah I’m feeling a little hungry to be honest” you remarked.

“I know love, let’s go then there’s a nice café right around the corner of the street” he says as Julian joins you three too.

“All formalities are complete, it’s time for us to leave as well” he informs as you walk to him and held his hands.

“Jules please take care of my mother” you ask him with hopeful eyes.

“I will don’t worry” he pulls you in a hug and kisses your forehead “you guys take care too, alright” you nod and go to hug your mom before leaving the place with Tom.

Tom and you slowly walked out of the court and made your way to the café. Upon entering the shop you saw Vanessa already waiting for you as you went and sat down at the table while Tom went to give your orders. You were a little bit out of breath cause being seven months pregnant with twins is no big joke. You get easily tired now. Your stomach has grown round and big in the past few months which makes it difficult for you to bend down. But Tom was always there for you patiently helping you out. He even signed up for birthing and parenting classes so that you are ready for everything.

“Well finally it’s over isn’t it? You got what you wanted” V chimes.

“Yeah kind of” you sigh “is it wrong though that I feel bad for him?”

“Not at all after all he is our father we have the right to feel bad but past is past we gotta move on” you remarks “so how are the little munchkins?”

“Oh they are doing quite well and also not letting their mother sleep with their constant kicking seems like they can’t wait to come out already and so do I. I really want my precious sleep back” you joked.

“Oh sissy for the next two years forget about sleep cause you will be getting none” V snickers.

“Can’t complain though I voluntarily signed up for it” you shake your head smiling as you pull out a file from inside your bag “here” you say handing over the file to her.

“What is this?” V looks at you cluelessly.

“A deal is a deal, open it” you tell her as she opens the file and goes through the papers. Her eyes widened with shock as she finished reading the last page.

“What?! Are you serious?”

“I told you I’ll give your rightful share in the family so this is it” you stated.

“But you are giving me the rum and diamond business. That’s yours” she emphasized.

“I know but I don’t have the time or interest to run it and I can’t handle the business in New York while staying in London. Moreover, Tom has decided to start a chain of luxury resorts and since I have a management degree I’ll be helping him to expand it” you explain “so I’m entrusting you with our family businesses. Welcome to the family V” you look at her with a proud smile.

“I’ll not disappoint you” she promises.

“I know you won’t”

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raggaraddy · 4 years ago

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Play Pretend

Summary: When the chance comes to escape you're are going to play it smart to make sure you get away.

Trigger Warnings: Murder, gun usage, abuse, violence, kidnapping, imprisonment.

Jungkook

Yandere!Jungkook

Mafia!Jungkook

It's been about a week since Jungkook locked you in. Only now were the bruises on your ribs going down. And no matter how quickly he shifted back to normal and calmed down the damage was done, he’d shown you a truly terrifying side of himself and you knew he couldn’t be trusted anymore. The worst of it was that he never even feigned an apology. He didn’t think he was in the wrong to react like he did. He just went from one day to the next like nothing was different.

You felt so stupid. You had thought there was something not right with him the first time you met him. But instead of trusting your gut, you got swept up in his good looks and charm. And that lack of discernment is the reason why you've been trapped in his house for a week now. You tried to tell him that people would be looking for your eventually. But with full certainty, he assured you that wouldn’t be the case. You weren’t sure why or how, but you knew that he 100% believed it. And that made your situation even more despondent.

This evening, for the first time in 8 days, Jungkook finally left the house. You had thought it might be a chance for you to look for an escape, but to your disappointment, he left one of his ‘employees’ with you. You still can't pinpoint what he does exactly, but all of the people you have seen with Junkook have a similar dangerous vibe. This one is no exception. Tall, strong, large and mean-looking. It completely dashed your hopes of getting away. That was until you heard the clear and threatening order Jungkook gave him. For the second time, you were seeing this sweet kind young man have men double his age, who were larger and tougher looking than him, look weak and fearful. The exact wording slipped your mind, but the gist of it was if anything happens to you while he is gone, Jungkook will violently kill your guard.

After a few hours of stirring, half hesitant to try and half trying to perfect the idea, you finally decide you need to at least attempt a prison break.

Calling the guard, you drop to the bedroom floor, curling yourself tight, clutching your ribs. You knew your bruises were still purple and black there, so it would be the most convincing place to say you had pain. After a few screams, the man dashes in his face draining at seeing you writhing on the floor in agony.

“What happened?” He barks.

“I fell. It hurts.” You wheeze, knowing it's best to keep your details simple to maintain the act.

He bends to help you up and you wail a faked cry of pain, applying your years of watching dramas into practice. You’re not sure how believable your act is, but the man is so swept up in the panic of the moment, it doesn’t really matter. As he gets you onto the bed, you pull up your shirt slightly exposing your marks and bruises and it's the tipping point. He goes from worried to frantic.

"Sh-" he whispers the exclamation under his breath. He looks to ponder his options, and you hope your theory is right and that he is too afraid to call Jungkook first. "Alright, you need to go to the hospital." He declares. You have to lean more into the pained acting to stop a smile from coming onto your face, thankful that your plan is so far working.

The guard picks you up bridal style and carries you downstairs with an urgent patter to his steps. Getting you into the back seat of the car, he rushes into the front and begins driving. Despite his craze, you're surprised to see him driving so steadily and rationally. Abiding the road rules and sticking to the speed limits.

You think your best, or only option would be to get some privacy with Doctor at the hospital and tell him everything. Beg him to call the police. The one risk for going to the hospital is the possibility of the guard not leaving you to talk to the Doctor.

"Fuck." The man hisses under his breath as his phone begins to ring.

The call connects to the cars Bluetooth as he answers, blasting Jungkooks voice in surround sound.

"I'm at home, but you're not. Where are you?" He questions with an ominous tone. The drivers head flicks back to you, his uncertainty flashing through his eyes as he decides what or how much of the truth to tell.

"She hurt herself. Her chest. So I am taking her to the hospital." He reveals everything with a shake in his voice.

Jungkook bursts into a sharp laugh, the sudden piercing of it through the speakers making both of you jump. "She's fine. Bring her back now."

You spring upright, eyes wide. The car rolls to a stop at the traffic light, the man's gaze meeting yours in the rear-view mirror. Jungkook knows! He knows you're faking it. He's going to hurt you again when you get back. You can't let him take you back.

The second the car stops, you don't pause to think, yanking on the door handle and throwing yourself out of the car. Because it is nearly midnight, the suburban area is desolate, but there are a few houses that still have lights on. You know your best option is one of those.

Breaking into a sprint you run across the main road over the island and towards the first house you can see any sign of life in. In a mad frenzy, you begin to pound on the door, calling and screaming for help, begging for them to open. Behind you, you can feel the guard quickly catching up and your pleading gets more desperate.

Giving you pure relief, the front door opens on a middle-aged man looking nearly as petrified as you. You don't wait to explain or discuss anything instead barge past him, hurling yourself through the open door. You spin on your heels, slamming the entrance closed. It doesn't shut though. The full body of the guard powers through the door colliding into you and the homeowner, knocking you both onto the ground in a painful blow.

With a heavy breath and a wild look in his eyes, he stalks over top of you, sealing you all in. The guard pulls a gun and his phone from his pocket, the call to Jungkook seeing to still be active. "Alright, I have h-" he speaks into the receiver, pointing the weapon at the man, rendering him frozen.

"Where are you?!" Jungkook yells, making the guard pull the phone from his ear. Even from a few meters away you can hear his hostile voice loudly and clearly.

For 10 minutes you are sat in the living room numb with fear. You could hear how furious Jungkook was. You can see how mad and nervous your guard is, and you can feel how confused and terrorised the older man is. Without movement, the three of you are stuck in a tense stare off, none able to speak.

On the 11th minute, there is a knock on the front door. The guard peers through the side window and his breath catches in his throat.

You start to physically shake as Jungkook comes in with two more men at his back, looking like an uneven, unsettling mix of calm and intense. Walking in with his hands in his pockets, he takes the size of all three people in the room.

"You left the car in the middle of the road?" He asks the guard, his gaze staying fixed on you.

"Yes. I had to chase her down." He tries to explain shortly.

"Ah," Junkook muses with a click of his tongue. "Get rid of it." He orders one of the other men who came in with him.

The guy nods, rushing to follow the instruction. As the door slams shut, Jungkook walks towards you squatting to your level. "Your ribs hurt Kitten?" he asks with a faked sweetness. He leans down digging his forefinger and thumb into your ribcage. It brings back the true pain of your injuries, making you squeal and writhe while trying to get away from him. His hand wraps around your side, keeping you in place and pushing you to the floor, crushing and gripping your wounds, bringing shortness to your breath and tears to your eyes.

After tormenting you for a few miserable minutes, Jungkook scoffs out a short laugh, standing back up nearly stepping on top of you. "Pick him up" He orders your guard, gesturing toward the homeowner on the floor behind you. He does so, having to hold a lot of the man's weight to get him to his feet. "Anyone else in the house?"

"No, I don't think so." The guard replies with uncertainty.

"Well you're not exactly reliable, are you?" Jungkook sneers.

You jump as two incredibly loud bangs echo out. One after the other, both the guard and the older man drop to the floor. Looking up at Jungkook horrified, he is standing over you holding a gun having just shot the two men. Your stomach is churning at the realization of what he just did. There is only a weak grunt and then silence from the older man, his body slumping still and lifeless. But from the other, there are continued struggled and gasped moans. Jungkook coolly walks to him, another shot firing and the pained sounds stop. Only silence and the pulsing ringing in your ears from the sudden blasts remain.

You're motionless. Panting broken breaths. Too in shock to move. Too scared to do anything. You can't believe this is happening. You're sure you're about to die.

"Go check the house." Jungkook kneels down beside you again, throwing the order to the second man that came with him.

With just the two of you left in the room, he comes closer, speaking lowly and gruffly in your ear. "See what you did Y/n." He motions to the side of you, to the murderous and violent display. You can't bring yourself to look. You know the sounds of those two men will haunt you for the rest of your life. You don't want to add the gruesome image of it as well. "Do want to play? You want to pretend to be in pain?" His hand roughly brushes the hair from off your face. He switches the gun from one hand to the other, his now free left hand digging tightly into your jaw, turning you to him. "Well, we're going home Kitten. And you won't need to pretend when I'm done with you."

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juletheghoul · 3 years ago

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Domum (Part 2)

I am dedicating this to you @221bshrlocked, I really hope you enjoy this second instalment of Vamp Boyfriend Max and please know that whenever I return to this world, I'm thinking of you.

There will be a part three.

Max Phillips x F!Reader

Pairing: Max x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.5K

Warnings: **TRIGGER WARNING** Max is a vampire so there will be blood talk, some of it sexual in nature, implied violence (nothing super graphic), language, Smut 18+, PIV sex (wrap it up), slight dirty talk, Oral-female receiving, supernatural themes, descriptions of gore

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Masterlist Part 1

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“And just when did you forsake me hm?” You stared at Ambrose, curled up and purring loudly against Max's chest on your bed. He seemed to choose Max over you half the time and you couldn’t help but be a little jealous. He stared at you with his eyes half closed, blinking slowly and you sighed at the image of your two favourite boys in your bed.

“Fine, let Max feed you then.” You were only half kidding.

“Jealousy doesn’t become you, my love.” His eyes were closed but he smiled, imagining the look on your face.

“You shush, you’re only smug because he favours you.” He laughed at your tone and made a show of kissing Ambrose on his little face and you rolled your eyes. He set him down onto the floor - against Ambrose's wishes- and pulled you into bed. “I have to go to the market-” he cut you off with a kiss. It was so hard to push him away when he kissed you like that. When his hands held your face so tenderly.

“I would like for you to stay, stay in bed with me.” he kissed your neck and you felt the ghost of his fangs caressing your pulse point. Always letting you give consent before piercing your skin. You shivered slightly but you couldn’t give in. Giving in always meant you weren’t getting anything done. It took a great deal of self control to slip out of his grip and you quickly pulled away, leaving him in order to gather the clothing you had mended.

“If I let you carry on I'll waste the day.” you scolded him without any real anger.

“Waste? You call what we do a waste?” he laid on his back, arm over his eyes in mock distress. You could see the little smile at the corner of his mouth.

“You know full well what I meant - I need to bring these things to the market or Mrs. Johnson will have my head. I will be back soon, and then we can do whatever you want.” He perked up at the last bit, like you knew he would.

“Anything…?” He had pure mischief in his eyes and you blushed slightly at the implication.

“Yes - within reason I don’t think I need to clarify.” You approached the bed and he hastily got up to sit at the edge, making space for you between his legs. You stood and stared down at him - he looked up at you like you were the very air he breathed and you wondered for a brief moment how you could be so lucky.

“I’ll be waiting for you my love, like always.” he spoke with pure devotion as he hugged you around the middle. You ran your fingers lovingly through his hair- pulling it back lightly to kiss him on the mouth.

“You better.” You smiled at him, then made your way out.

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You made it to the market quickly and found Mrs Johnson stomping her foot impatiently and you braced yourself for an onslaught but she cheered up when she caught sight of you. She was one of the nicer villagers and you had a good relationship with her.

“There you are, girl - I was beginning to worry. Let me see.” She took the garments you had carefully folded up out of your arms and inspected your work. A frown of concentration on her face as she inspected a big tear you had mended. “Perfect - as I knew it would be. Thank you sweetling, here - for your trouble.” she handed you a small purse of coins and you took it thankfully.

“My thanks - I am always available for work.” You both said your goodbyes and you stopped to stock up on more thread. You needed new needles as well and you were perusing for more materials when you heard someone calling you. It was the young girl you’d helped almost a year ago, you had learned her name was Sarah and since then she had taken a shine to you. Treating you like an older sister and you regarded her in much the same manner. The little sister you never had.

“What is all the commotion?” You raised your eyebrows at her, she was breathless with excitement.

“I knew you hadn’t heard! There are new people in the village! They came in last night!” The smile on her face was half wild with excitement, times like this you realized how young she was and it always endeared her to you.

“Okay Sarah, take a deep breath and tell me.” You half laughed as you paid for your things and walked through town with her. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet as she grabbed your arm excitedly, telling you about the band of thespians, entertainers traveling the country; putting on shows and plays. “Singers and bards travel through here from time to time-“ she cut you off.

“Yes but never this many! Seems to be a large company - they’ll finally put that playhouse to use. Isn’t it exciting?” She smiled brightly at you but you had a bad feeling. It wasn’t the same as when Max came into town, this was stronger and it left a bad taste in your mouth. “Look! That’s them!” She whispered excitedly into your ear.

There was a group of men making their way into the big tavern in town and it felt like someone had dumped ice water down the back of your dress. There was something wrong.

Max was there in an instant, Sarah didn’t notice him until he spoke.

“Good morning Sarah.” He spoke with a neutral tone but you knew that he was anything but relaxed. He usually stayed inside during the day and his body language gave him away, to you at least.

“Hello Max! Did you hear?” You rolled your eyes, knowing she would explain the whole thing over again. He had a smile on his face as she spoke but it wasn’t filled with the warmth you had become accustomed to.

This was a mask.

“Newcomers, that’s interesting.” You could see him scanning the outside of the tavern with a critical eye. He sensed whatever you had sensed, and he sensed it all the way from the cottage.

When Sarah left he spoke in hushed tones, you had never seen him like this.

“There is something here. Something hungry.” To everyone who passed by you were a courting couple taking a stroll through the village square but he was unsettled.

“I felt it too, made my hair stand on end.” You pressed yourself up against him, there was a sudden chill in the air and you weren’t exactly sure whether it was his words or the temperature.

“I don’t like this, it seems familiar but I can’t quite place it. I need to find out what it is and either destroy it or get it out of town. I don’t want anyone getting hurt.” You smiled to yourself, remembering his attitude towards the town when he first arrived. Things had changed for you since then, for the most part anyway.

There were still villagers who thought you were the devil incarnate but most of them had embraced you. Sarah had advocated for you and with her being the daughter of prominent members of your community, others had followed. You had a steady stream of customers who came to you as a seamstress, and an even bigger one for your other talents.

The townspeople were wary of Max, everyone except Sarah - she treated him as an extension of you; and she loved you.

He had embraced the villagers, promising you that he would protect this place. That he would protect anything you loved. You both spoke about it as you made your way home and you decided that you would go into town that night to investigate. Go to the tavern and get a drink to see if either of you could find out just what exactly had blown into town.

The tavern was unusually full, it seemed everyone wanted to be out amongst the newcomers. You smiled at Jasper, the old barkeep, you had helped his wife with pain in her legs a few months ago. He always had a smile for you now.

“I will find us a table, Jasper favours you.” Max whispered in your ear and you laughed. You asked the grizzled old man for a glass of wine and some cider, he didn’t let you pay.

The two of you sat in a dark little corner of the tavern, keeping an eye on everyone and chatting idly, Max drinking his wine and you nursing your cider. The two of you waited a couple of hours but it was for naught. Nothing happened - although it was pleasant to be out with him, neither of you sensed anything dangerous. Chalking it up to a loss, you made your way home.

The night was pleasant and you walked leisurely through the woods towards the cottage, the two of you arm in arm - enjoying the clear night sky. You were looking at the moon, seeing it’s position - full moon in a few days you thought to yourself when Max pulled you off the path suddenly. You shrieked in surprise but you quickly recovered when he pushed you up against a large tree. You weren't too far off the path, someone walking by would have to know you were there in order to see you.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” You spoke in mock outrage, he laughed into your skin. He had you caged against the trunk; his face was buried in your neck and he was kissing every inch he could reach.

“I think you know, I believe you told me we could do whatever I wanted this morning.” He lifted your leg, hoisting it high on his hip as he ground into you. You let out a sigh at the feel of him, hard enough to feel through his trousers at your core. The bark of the tree was scratching at the back of your neck, the little bit of pain adding to the pleasure.

“I think I want to hear you say it.” Your voice was breathy, your fingers running through his hair, you guided his face towards yours, you wanted to kiss him. You wanted his tongue in your mouth and his hands on your body. You wanted him closer, always closer. He smiled into the kiss.

“I want to fuck you against this tree my love. I want to feed from you while you cum, I want to taste your pleasure, I want to love you. Will you let me love you?” He watched your mouth as he spoke, his words exciting you so much you ached. So much that you moaned and felt your sex dripping for him. Your heart was pounding, even your blood wanted him.

“Yes, always…” You breathed it out but he swallowed your words. He reached between you to pull your skirts up past your hips, he became impatient with all the fabric and when he reached your undergarments he ripped them roughly. The act excited you, causing another wave of slick to drip out of you and onto your thigh. He knelt in front of, looking up like he was in prayer.

He lifted your leg and draped it over his shoulder and he licked at your core hungrily. You felt his urgency, he sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth with a passion that had you frantically clutching at his hair, it had you grinding into his mouth and it had you almost screaming. Your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave and he drank it down, refusing to pull away until you pushed him. He started undoing his trousers, pulling himself out as he stood.

His eyes were black with lust, as he roughly lifted you against the tree- wrapping both your legs around his hips; lifting you as if you weighed nothing.

“Undo your blouse for me sweet girl, I’m going to bite you where you like it.” he held you against the tree as you hastily undid your corset enough to pull your blouse down. You held tightly onto him as he reached down to guide himself into your wet heat. Both of you groaned when he was fully seated inside you.

It felt better every time. It was bliss, it was ecstasy.

You moaned as he drove into you, the scratching of the tree behind you sharpening the pleasure of his thrusts. You saw his fangs elongate and felt him getting frantic. He wouldn’t last long. You pushed his head down to your breast and he bit it rougher than usual, you could hear the sound of your joining and it was filthy, it was obscene out in the open like this but you didn’t care. The pleasure building with his bite and your blood in his mouth.

He licked your wound closed and moved to your other breast - you saw the brief anguished look of pleasure on his face as he bit your nipple. It hit you again. It was so intense you seized up almost painfully, screaming at the intensity of it. Your cunt clenched around him and he came with a growl.

He set you down, his grip softening, he was gentle again and he licked your wound closed. This was the roughest he’d ever been with you and you enjoyed it far more than you would have ever thought.

He was pulling your shirt back up and straightening your skirts as you caught your breath, he had a little frown on his face.

“What’s wrong?” You touched his face, bringing his attention to you.

“I’m afraid I got carried away, I’m sorry if I was too rough with you.” He looked chastened, he hissed when he saw the scratches on your shoulders and neck from the tree. You laughed lightly but he didn’t join in.

“Max, I thoroughly enjoyed that. I will heal. I can draw myself a special bath and I will be better in a few hours. Please, put it out of your mind my love.” You hugged him to you and he relented.

He was quiet as you made your way home and although he had dropped the subject, you knew he felt guilty. You appreciated the sentiment but you weren’t made of glass.

Once you got home, you had him fill the big kettle as you gathered a few things.

When he returned you had him pull the big tub into the middle of the room, he did so without comment. Once the water was hot enough, he helped you fill the tub and you put a few things into the water; dried herbs and flowers that would help relax you. He watched as you moved about, picking a little bit of this and a pinch of that.

The steam was lovely and it smelled like lavender and wildflowers. You stripped off your clothes and ordered him to do the same but he didn’t right away, you got into the tub and raised your eyebrows at him. He smiled and stripped, joining you in the warm water.

“Here, rub a little of this wherever the skin is irritated.” You handed him a little jar full of a thick oily paste. He obeyed and you felt his big warm hands massaging it into your skin. He was thorough and quiet as he did what you asked, the two of you enjoying the intimacy and the warmth.

He kissed your shoulder when he was done and you laid on his chest between his legs. He washed you gently as you relished his sturdy warmth behind you.

“Max, can I ask you something?” The question popped into your mind and you had to get it out.

“Yes my love?” He was washing your hair, massaging your scalp carefully as you relaxed.

“You told me once that you’ve only ever turned one person, what happened to them?” You asked it casually, you were curious and he never spoke about his past. You felt him tense for a moment before he continued with his actions.

“Do you really wish to know?” His voice sounded a little hesitant, you wanted to know, but only if he wanted to tell you.

“You don’t have to explain if you don’t want to, I was merely curious.” You meant it, whatever happened before either of you met- it didn’t matter. Not now that you had each other.

He carefully poured water on you, washing the soap out of your hair in silence, taking the utmost care to not get any of it in your eyes. You thought the conversation was done but he eventually spoke.

“I’ll tell you one day, not today - allow me to tell you in my own time.” He pressed his face into your neck, kissing your ear and shoulder, his actions soothing the hurt he imagined his response was causing. He was entitled to his silence. You turned to face him, looking up from where your face was pressed against his chest.

“You don’t have to explain, if it hurts too much or if it’s something you don’t like discussing. It’s okay for you to keep things to yourself.” You smiled at him, letting him know there was no double meaning, you meant every word. He pulled you up to kiss you and you felt his devotion to you, felt him saying what you meant to him without words.

You both sat in the bath quietly for a long time.

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A couple of days went by and nothing, no hide nor hair of whatever the two of you had sensed. You were beginning to think that maybe you’d gotten lucky, something passing by near enough for the both of you to pick up on it but not actually staying.

You should be so lucky.

There had been talk in the market of a beast, a monster ripping through the Robertson farm just outside town. Killing a few of his sheep and almost all of his chickens. The carnage was said to be disturbing and the bad taste returned with a vengeance, rocks settling in your stomach. This is not good.

Once you got back home and explained what happened to Max he made it a point to go to the Robertson farm to see if he could get a sense of what it could be. It wasn’t long before he was back - frowning deeply.

“I cannot get a feel for it, it’s not another of my kind that’s for sure. This feels more primal, more violent. I need to get closer.” You could see his frustration, it was bothering him that he couldn’t fix it.

Later on that night, Max got his wish.

You were laying in bed, curled up in each other when something flickered across Max's face. He blurred out of bed with how fast he moved, stopping to hastily put his trousers on. You felt it before you could ask him what was wrong, Ambrose shot out of bed and bounded for the door. He was hissing loudly, his hackles raised higher than you’d ever seen.

“Stay there.” His voice was iron, no room for argument. He stalked over to the door and listened, you heard it all the way from the bed; something massive was outside your cottage. It pressed against the door lightly and you could hear the gouging of the wood, whatever it was - it had claws.

Your heart was in your throat as Ambrose hissed and snarled, you quietly got up to wrap your blanket around you. Max silently moved to your kitchen to look out the window. Ambrose stopped hissing and ran towards your bed.

“It’s gone.” He didn’t move from the window and you tentatively approached him, needing his warmth to reassure you. He instantly rubbed at your arms to calm you. “You’re safe my love, nothing will happen to you. Good news is, I think I figured out what we’re dealing with. It’s a werewolf.”

You knew there had to be other creatures in this world, you yourself were a witch and you were committed to a vampire but you were at a loss for words. You would have laughed, had he not had that look on his face.

“It came straight here, it must sense us in it’s altered state.” He was pacing the room, thinking hard as you sat silent at the table. Shivering even though you had the blanket wrapped around you. You were trying to think about everything you knew about werewolves, you knew there must be something about them in your mothers notes, where were they again? You got up and put on a shift before digging through the big trunk tucked into the corner of the room.

He came over when you yelled in triumph, pulling out your mothers big leatherbound notebook.

He was silently watching you as you flipped through the pages, looking for any insight and then you saw it - she had a whole page on them. Some of the points you already knew, that you needed pure silver to ward them off. They were vicious and their bite was a curse. When they were in their animal state, they were purely primal. They would tear apart their own mothers without a second thought. Aversion to silver & iron, wolfsbane - would make sense as to why it only gauged at the wood of your door. You had fortified your protection once more after Max had come in, leaving out anything that would stop him and him alone.

“Tonight was the last night of the full moon, we have a month to prepare. We have to find out who it is, and destroy them. They cannot be cured, I hope no one gets hurt tonight.” You spoke to him as you put the book on the table. He listened intently and the both of you came up with a plan to go into the market and get as close as you could to the newcomers.

“Hopefully they'll leave before the next full moon, we should be so lucky.” He spoke as he blew out the candles you’d lit, the both of you getting back into bed. You whispered your plans to each other, vowing to warn Sarah. You thought of little trinkets you could make, talismans of protection to the people closest to you. You hoped with everything in you that you wouldn’t wake up to bad news.

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No such luck.

The two of you decided to head into town together the next day, and there were whispers of a great beast everywhere you went. Several people had seen a huge mass stalking around the woods, luckily no one had been hurt. You did notice a few of the more unfriendly villagers giving you hard glares and scowls as you made your way through, you felt Maxs grip tighten slightly at the open show of hostility.

“We’re trying to protect them.” he spoke as you tried to calm him, putting your hand on his chest. He took it and held it there as you walked through. You caught sight of Sarah and she rushed over to you.

“I wanted to warn you- a couple of townsfolk were saying that this has something to do with you. I said that there was absolutely no way - that you’re a good person but I didn’t like how they spoke.” She was visibly upset, imagining her defending you pulled at your heartstrings.

“Oh sweetling, thank you - we’ll be okay, they’re just scared.” You hugged her tightly, trying your best to reassure her. “I’ve made you something, I brought it with me in case I saw you, put this on and don’t take it off. I’ve made one for each of your parents - this should protect you. Please make sure you don’t go out after dark. Do you understand what I’m telling you?” You spoke to her as you handed her the talismans you made. She smiled shyly and put on the necklace.

“I won’t take it off, please - be careful. Both of you.” She hugged you tightly and left quickly.

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For the next couple of weeks both you and Max made it a point to get close to the newcomers. Thinking that maybe if you got close enough you would be able to sense it but it was for naught. They kept fastidiously to themselves, the only time you saw them was when they performed. Even then - Max couldn’t get a sense of who the danger was. You had learned from your mother’s book that it would be difficult, that the days before and after a full moon - this person could appear to be perfectly human.

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The full moon was coming in just a few days and the tension between you and a few townspeople was palpable. Even before Sarah and other people had embraced you, things were never this bad.

You studied the book constantly, using your mothers knowledge to create a weapon that would be able to kill the beast. It would have been better to cure it but it was for naught, there was none to be found. The biggest fear would be that someone else would get bitten, spreading the curse to someone else.

Well, not the biggest fear - the biggest fear would be that someone would get killed.

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“What do you propose we do? This is the best course of action. You know that.” He was right, as angry and upset as you were, you had to admit he was right.

“I don’t like it Max. I should be out there with you.” Your voice was soft, you were trying to argue but he looked so worried.

“I know. I cannot focus if there’s a chance you might get hurt. If something were to happen to you, I would never forgive myself- you know it makes sense- I can cover more ground without you.” He walked over to you, untangling your arms to wrap them around his neck.

He had a way of making you crack, of burrowing under your skin; into your heart. You couldn’t help but press your ear to his chest.

“I have to know you’re safe, if we both get hurt then we’re useless.” He pressed his lips to your temple.

“Very well, please be careful.” You held him tightly, as tight as you could and he let you.

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It felt horrible to sit around and worry.

You made tea, you flipped through the book absentmindedly, it was almost a compulsion. Ambrose could sense your anxiety and he plopped down on your lap, purring loudly against your skin.

Max insisted on patrolling every night of the full moon. He was determined to destroy the beast and have your lives return to normal and you couldn’t blame him, but you couldn’t sleep until he walked through your door safe and sound. When he eventually did you would nearly tackle him to the ground.

The relief wasn’t to last though.

He burst through your door on the last night of the full moon. He was covered in blood and he held a body in his arms.

Your heart seized up, Sarah was limp in his arms. You were frantic, you could see her throat had been ripped open and you held the scream in your throat. He was speaking to you as he laid her down on the table.

“My love, I need you to focus. Is there anything in your book on how to save her?” You took a deep breath as he spoke, opening the book to the familiar pages with trembling hands.

There’s so much blood

“There’s no way to undo the curse Max, if she doesn’t die - she’ll be one of them.” The tears were flowing now, she was so young, so full of life. You walked over to her, brushing the hair out of her face. Her skin was like ivory and far too cold. Her breaths were shallow and the blood was flowing slowly. Her heart was pumping her life away.

“Can you save her?” You knew he didn’t like talking about it, but it might be the only chance she had. His eyes were on you and you could see the pain in them; inner turmoil bubbling up.

“My love, it would not be her choice and she might hate me for it. Hate you for making it for her.” His words were knives to your already broken heart.

“Please Max, I cannot lose her.” You were sobbing then, voice paper thin and up to your elbows in her blood. Her ragged breaths must have been an agony. She was bleeding into her lungs.

“Are you prepared to deal with her scorn?” His voice was cloud-soft, he didn’t want to lose her either.

“Yes.” You spoke to him but you kept your eyes on her. “Whatever it takes to save her, please.”

He changed her.

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You waited for her to change with baited breath. It took much longer than anticipated and you almost chewed your nails to the bone. Max fared no better, he paced the cottage while the transformation occurred and you could feel his fear. Whatever had happened in his past weighed heavy on his mind while you waited. You asked him what happened to distract him.

Max had destroyed the creature, it was one of the newcomers - he’d been taken with Sarah and they had stepped out together when he changed and in her fear; her talisman had been lost.

When you saw her skin stitching itself back together you breathed a sigh of relief, your body was a tense knot and you felt your muscles loosen slightly as her breathing regulated, as her body repaired itself.

“She will be thirsty when she wakes.” He whispered, sensing her starting to come to.

When she woke she was disoriented and Max stood between the two of you with his arms up, his body a wall between Sarah and you. He held her firmly in his grasp and spoke in clear sentences.

“Sarah sweetling, can you hear me?” He was staring into her wild eyes, for a moment it was as if she didn’t recognize either of you but a few seconds later you saw her soften, saw her take you both in.

“Max? What happened? What happened to me?” She was looking at her hands, her eyes darted around rapidly and you could see the fear.

“Sarah - focus on my voice. I need you to listen.” He came closer to her, very slowly, approaching her like one would a wild animal. He explained what had happened to her and what he’d done. What he was, what she now was as well. She looked at you with fear in her eyes and Max almost broke. This was what he’d been afraid of.

“Am I going to be okay?” She was terrified and you wanted to hug her but Max wouldn’t let you.

“You’re going to be fine - come, I will help you and once you're fed I will bring you back here and we will talk.” He turned to kiss you quickly, his unconscious need to feel you close was as much to reassure him as it was to reassure you. “Draw a bath for her my love, she will want to get clean when we get back.” With that they both left.

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It took days for her to adjust, Max walking her through the change. His fear that she would hate you both never left him and you could hear the silent apologies in the way he treated her. The way he guided her through everything like a father would a favoured child.

At first she was afraid, terrified of herself and her new abilities but it didn’t last. She took to it well. Her young age, which he thought would be a hindrance - actually worked in her favour.

She had a long way to go until she had the same level of control as Max, but both of you would be there to help her.

To be continued...

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