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🌶️ Chapter 57: Unexpected 🌶️

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Previous Chapter Recap/Context: Sebastian's time off of work from the DMLE is at an end. It's been a wonderful week. The weekend before, Kate finally admitted she loved him and wanted to be with him, and they took a camping trip in the Highlands, where they got to know each other deeply, experienced danger together for the first time, and learned that their instant connection was not mere coincidence - they are soulmates reincarnated. Sebastian moved in with Kate once they returned, and they spent a mostly joyful weekend together despite some tough moments. Seb found out that his sister had gotten married before she passed away. Because he had been in Azkaban for years, he didn't know whom she married or any details other than what was etched into her gravestone. He wrote to Ominis, but the letter returned without a response. Sebastian and Kate ended their weekend with a portrait session and a private, romantic dinner. Now, it's time for a return to reality. In this chapter, the couple has to wake up for work together for the first time, and Kate heads back to Hogwarts to discuss library issues with Matilda Weasley.

Pairing: 25-year-old, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x 24-year-old Kate Mayflower (my OC), the assistant librarian at Hogwarts

Content warnings: In general, this is rated 18+, so minors should not read or interact with this story. This a spicy chapter that features a girl-on-top quickie before work.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback if possible, especially if you like what you read! 🥰

Chapter 57: Unexpected

Kate awakes from a dead sleep to the sound of the piano playing.

“Ughhh,” she moans, barely conscious, and squirms for a moment, looking for a way to get more comfortable so she can re-enter the world of dreams.

The arm around her waist tightens, and she feels something pressing against her bottom. For a moment, she is confused, only because she is so tired. She flips over and snuggles into the warmth of Sebastian’s chest.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he murmurs roughly, kissing her forehead.

“What?” She still isn’t functional.

“It’s morning,” he answers in a much clearer voice. “I have to get up for work.”

“No,” she replies flatly.

“What do you mean, no?” He chuckles, amused.

“No,” she repeats mournfully. “No, no, no.” She wraps her arm and leg over him tightly, as if she could trap him.

Sebastian laughs again and kisses her nose. “It doesn’t work that way, sunshine. I have to. Otherwise, they’ll send me right back to Azkaban.”

“Noooooo,” she whines, beginning to wake. “Please… please stay. Just a while longer.”

The piano music becomes more intense and increases in volume.

“Did you… make that into an alarm?” she asks, horrified.

“Yeah,” Sebastian whispers. “I thought it would be more pleasant that way.” He sighs. “But I don’t think anything could make this pleasant - having to leave you naked in bed.”

Kate pouts. “You’re naked, too. And very, very hard. We could… do something about that.”

He moans. “I won’t have time for breakfast if we do. Ugh… don’t tempt me.”

“I could make breakfast while you shower and dress… we could make it quick…” she offers. “Please don’t leave…”

Sebastian sighs, debating. “I can’t be late. Really, truly, this would need to be fast.”

Kate gives him a wicked grin before leaning in for a long, tender kiss. He takes that as a yes and deepens it, his tongue dancing past her lips. She gasps into his mouth as he grabs her breast, kneading and flicking his thumb over her nipple. It toughens immediately, and she groans. His lips work their way down her jaw, nipping at her neck and shoulders and chest. He quickly gives a peck to the locket still hanging at her bosom. Sebastian sucks one rosy peak, then switches to the other. His fingers trace over her abdomen, past the small patch of curly hair, and then find her center, warm and wet.

She cups his cheek, tilting his head back up so that she can press her lips to his once more. His digits deftly move over her sensitive bundle of nerves, causing her to jolt in pleasure, and when she’s whimpering, she reaches for him. She curls her fist around his cock, then pumps, using her index finger to trace over his swollen tip. He lets out a stuttered groan, trying to retain enough focus to prepare her. After a few more moments, he slips one finger into her core, then two, working her open.

“Need you,” Sebastian growls.

Kate nods in response, crawling on top of him and straddling his hips. She kisses him again, then positions him at her entrance, sinking onto his considerable length with a hiss. With dilated pupils, he stares, awe-struck, at where their bodies connect until she has taken him completely.

“Fuck,” he chokes out. “You were made for me. You feel so fucking good.”

Sebastian’s fingertips press into her flesh, prompting her to move. Kate begins slowly, but it does not take long until she’s a moaning mess, bouncing up and down with his name on her tongue, pleading, begging for release. He gazes upon her in a lust-filled haze, rhythmically meeting her with strong thrusts. His touch slithers up her body, his fingers cupping her ample breasts. Her mouth falls and stays open as she pants and groans.

“Sebastian,” she breathes, “Sebastian… my love… my gods, you’re huge… feels amazing… I’m… I’m close…”

He pushes himself up into a sitting position, capturing her lips in his. She’s out of breath, and the kiss doesn’t last, but the friction of her body against his is delicious and more than she can bear. He grits his teeth, trying to stave off his own climax, then grabs her bottom, causing her to cry out and give in to her release.

Kate shouts his name, and Sebastian follows her, coming hard. He holds her close as he pushes in and out of her, milking his orgasm until he has fully emptied into her depths.

Neither of them move for about a minute, just trying to calm their racing heartbeats. Sebastian holds her with one arm and caresses her cheek with the other. He kisses her gently, lingering. She reluctantly pulls off of his length. They snuggle together, laying in each other’s arms, simply gazing at each other.

“I love you,” Kate murmurs. “Only you. Only you for the rest of time.”

“You’re my entire world, sunshine,” he whispers back. “I love you more than anything.”

Five minutes pass, and Kate finally relinquishes her boyfriend, allowing him to prepare for work. She watches him closely as he stands, a smile tugging at her lips as she observes him pick out his clothing, laying an outfit on the bed, while nude. He gently kisses her one more time before striding out of the bedroom to take a shower.

She forces herself to get out of bed, throwing on a nightgown with satin green robe and disregarding her messy hair. Making her way to the kitchen, she prepares a simple breakfast - sausages, fried tomatoes, toast with butter and blackberry jam, and warm applesauce. He gobbles it down quickly while his hair dries, and afterwards, she follows him to the front door, holding out a small tin bucket.

“What is this?” he asks, accepting it.

“Lunch,” she replies with a smile. “Beef pasties, cucumber salad, sliced cheddar cheese, blueberries, and shortbread biscuits.”

Sebastian’s eyebrows raise, and he stares at the bucket in disbelief, turning pink. “Kate,” he murmurs, “I… wasn’t expecting this at all. Thank you.” He hugs her tightly, kissing her hair. “You’re the best. The absolute best. No one has ever…” he trails off, at a loss for words.

“I love you,” she tells him, kissing his cheek. “I wanted to send you off fully taken care of.” She pulls away, squeezing his free hand. “I’ll always take care of you, my moon.”

“I know. I know you will. I love you, my sun.”

They share one last kiss. It’s incredibly difficult for Sebastian to tear himself away, but he trudges away, out the door, apparating to the nearest Floo flame that will take him to the Ministry of Magic.

Kate crosses her arms, sighing, and then she closes the door, marching back inside to start getting herself ready. Today is the day she meets with Matilda Weasley to discuss library organization and the new collection of artifacts to be catalogued.

“Ah, Miss Mayflower! Come in, come in!” Matilda Weasley gestures for Kate to enter her office, adjacent to her Transfiguration classroom. “Deek, do you mind giving us some time?”

Deek, her house elf assistant, cheerfully nods. “Of course! Not a problem. Deek has plenty to do.” He apparates away immediately with a snap.

Kate’s long, lilac skirt swishes as she strolls towards the Deputy Headmistress’ desk. “Good morning, Professor Weasley.”

“Oh, come now, dear, I have always insisted that you refer to me as Matilda,” she says with a grin, her eyes crinkling. “I’m not your teacher anymore.”

“Sorry… Old habits die hard, I suppose,” Kate replies with a bright chuckle, taking a seat.

“You seem exceptionally happy,” the headmistress notes. “What is prompting our resident sunray to shine brighter than ever?”

Kate’s hand immediately goes to the golden locket, playing with it unconsciously, while a dreamy look settles on her face. “Well, it’s been… an excellent summer so far. I’ve… I’ve started dating someone, and we spent the entire first week off together. I… I swear, I already know he’s the man I’m meant to marry.”

“Well, that is exciting news.” Matilda settles back in her seat, grinning. “And who is the lucky wizard?”

She looks down, not having expected her to ask further questions. Should she tell her former Transfiguration teacher? She’s always been kind and understanding and seems like someone she could trust with anything, but Kate hasn’t told anyone in her life other than Pearl. “He… he once went to school here, but we did not know each other then. He was a year older than me. His parents… they were professors. You may have known them at one time.” She briefly hesitates, then plunges forward. “His name is Sebastian Sallow.”

The headmistress tenses, surprised, but quickly gives a polite smile. “Ah, Sebastian. I… wasn’t aware that he was…” She trails off, unsure if her young colleague knows his entire story.

“Out of Azkaban?” Kate suggests. “Yes. He is on probation and is currently employed by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I cannot say more due to the nature of his work.”

“My dear…” the professor carefully begins, sighing. “You have such a promising future ahead. Are you certain that-”

“Yes,” she curtly cuts her off. “I know his past is complicated, but he is a good man, and I plan to stay by his side. I love him.”

Matilda sits in silence for a moment, letting it sink in before she speaks again. “Mr. Sallow… is incredibly gifted. One of the most talented students I’ve ever known in my career. It was such a shame that he delved into the Dark Arts. He would have graduated with top marks and had his pick of career opportunities.” She pauses. “However, I am somewhat aware of the situation that led to his uncle’s passing. I was… honestly quite shocked by the Wizengamot’s decision to throw him into Azkaban. He was just a boy, dealing with far too many burdens.” She looks wistful. “The Sallows - Sebastian’s parents… were wonderful people and esteemed professors, completely dedicated to their work and to their students’ success. They were well-liked by everyone, including me. Their deaths were a true tragedy. Is his sister, Ms. Sallow, doing well?”

Kate’s face falls. “No… Anne passed away. I was actually going to ask if you were aware of any details.”

“Hmmm… His sister was still ill in the two years after Mr. Sallow went to prison,” she explains. “Ominis Gaunt could share far more than I ever could. I’m sure you are well aware, he took over as Ms. Sallow’s caregiver after her uncle died. Ominis was given special permission to live off-campus, considering the unique situation… It was certainly an unusual decision. Headmaster Black agreed… likely because of the Gaunt family name.” She gives her a look that communicates this is meant to be kept between them. “Anything beyond those two years, I do not know.”

Kate’s jaw drops. “I… We… were not aware of this information. Thank you. Thank you for sharing.”

“Of course,” she replies, then is quiet for a moment before speaking again. “I truly do wish Mr. Sallow well. I’m glad to hear he is no longer in Azkaban. I apologize for my reaction earlier. The news was simply… unexpected.” She smiles.

“Accepted.”

“Now, shall we discuss the library?”

Matilda walks the halls of Hogwarts with Kate, explaining that significant issues had been found in the organization of the library. She gently suggests that Kate begin the next term with new student assistants, as the previous ones clearly were not as dedicated to the work as she believed. After seeing the sections in question, Kate is flabbergasted and apologetic.

Not only that, the new collection of magical historical artifacts to be catalogued are known to have been used in conjunction with Dark Magic and would need to be handled extremely carefully and placed into a highly secure area within the Restricted Section. Students could view and study these items only if they were handled by an attending library staff member.

“Profess- I mean, Matilda… This work simply could not be finished in one day. It might take over a week with just me at it,” Kate suggests.

“Yes, I am aware. But I know you to be a capable and enthusiastic assistant librarian, worthy of taking on a more weighty title in the coming years. This is a task I trust you can take on,” the professor explains.

More weighty title… Kate grins excitedly. “Of course.” Suddenly, a bold idea flashes in her mind. “I have an idea in which I can more efficiently and quickly finish the work if you are open to it.”

“I’m listening,” her colleague replies.

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homoose · 4 years ago

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Love Has a Learning Curve: Part IV (x reader)

Summary: Reader visits Spencer at the university and finds that her old insecurities aren’t as dead as she thought.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings/Includes: implied smut, jealous!reader, insecure!reader, vague mentions of previous emotional/mental abuse (Owen), mentions of cheating (Owen)

Word count: 3.2k

a/n: Owen’s really a piece of shit, huh?

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“Could I come see you teach?”

Spencer looked up from his desk, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “It might be kind of boring. It’s a 100 level Intro to Profiling course.”

She peered over the side of the couch, closing her book. “Well, I don’t know anything about profiling, so an intro course would be right up my alley, don’t you think? And if you’re teaching it, I can guarantee it won’t be boring.”

He scrunched his nose in the way he sometimes did and clicked the cap on his pen once, twice, three times. “If you, um— if you really want to.”

She considered him for a moment before pushing herself up off the couch, coming around it to cross to his desk, perching herself on the corner. “You’ve seen me teach a bunch of times,” she said, knocking their knees together. “It’s only fair.”

He set his pen down and leaned back in his office chair, avoiding her eyes. She pulled her leg back, regretting her decision to ask. “It was just an idea. I don’t have to if you don’t want.”

As she moved to stand, he stopped her with a hand on her knee. “It’s not that. I don’t not want you to,” he clarified. He turned his chair to face her fully, peering up at her with a flush on his cheeks. “I just— I don’t know. You’re such a natural. I’m… awkward. Sometimes they just— stare at me.”

Y/N scoffed. “I’m sure you’re not awkward.” She twirled one of the curls falling into his face around her finger, releasing it into a soft ringlet. “But seriously, if you don’t want me to come, it’s fine.”

He rolled his chair closer and ran his hands up the tops of her thighs. “I do want you to. Really.”

He sat up straighter, craning his neck up towards her, and she couldn’t stop herself from smiling. She leaned down to meet his lips, and his hands wandered up to grasp at her hips. She laughed as he pulled her off the desk and practically into his lap, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She let him take it a little further, his hands traveling under her shirt and up over her back.

When she pulled back to catch her breath, his dazed expression had her heart pounding. Any insecurity that managed to weasel its way into her psyche evaporated every time he looked at her. She ran a soft finger over the bridge of his nose. “Can you take a break?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, standing up and dragging her toward the bedroom with only a little too much enthusiasm.

…

“Okay, can I help you with anything?” Y/N asked, setting her bag down on the lecture podium.

“Actually, yeah. Could you, um— write these topic notes,” he pulled out his notebook and flipped it open, “on that half of the board?”

“You got it, professor.” She accepted the notebook, turning to the board and uncapping the dry erase marker.

They worked quietly together, scrawling his notes across the white board, shoulders brushing comfortably together every so often. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him finish his side, capping the marker and stepping back to watch her.

“This is much faster with two people. I should hire you.”

“You couldn’t afford my hourly rate,” she teased, leaning down a bit to copy the last bullet point.

“Is there a boyfriend discount?” he asked, a soft fingertip tracing down her spine.

She laughed as she capped the marker and set it in the tray, turning to face him and tilting her head in consideration. “Maybe we could work something out.”

He brought his hands to her hips, dug his fingers in, and pulled her closer. “Yeah?” He brushed his lips over hers and stepped forward, nearly pressing her back against the board.

“Mmhmm,” she agreed, pressing a slow kiss to his mouth. She used her hands on his tummy to push him back a little. “But I charge double if you smudge it.”

“Fair.” He smiled and kissed her again, this time bringing his hands up to cradle her face.

“As much as I’d love to kiss you forever,” she mumbled against his lips, “your students are going to be here any minute.”

He groaned and leaned his forehead against hers, and she laughed at his petulance. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, and then I’ll sit up in the back. You won’t even know I’m here.”

He pulled back with a sigh. “You being here is all I’m going to think about.”

She kissed his nose and stepped around him to grab her bag. “I’ll try my best not to distract you.” She made her way off the lecture platform and up the aisle, turning back to ask, “Oh, office hours are right after class?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, leaning against the lecture podium. “1:00 to 2:00. The quad is beautiful this time of year, and there’s a coffee shop if you wanted to hang out there.”

…

After her bathroom break, she re-entered the lecture hall as quietly as possible, slipping into the last row of seats and setting her bag down on the desk in front of her. The room was more than two thirds full, with students crammed into the first few rows and then sparsely sprinkled throughout the back half of the room. But she only had eyes for him.

She’d seen him, kissed him less than ten minutes ago, and yet here she was— blushing like a schoolgirl and resisting the urge to pull at her collar.

Even from the back row, she could see the way his suit coat stretched across his broad shoulders, the way the button at the bottom of his cardigan didn’t quite reach, the way his pants pulled taut across his thighs. She’d seen him pick the outfit out of his closet this morning, watched him put it on, even helped him with the knot of the tie. She shouldn’t realistically be this rattled by the sight of him.

But something about the way he set his shoulders back a little, the way his arm moved underneath the fabric as he scrawled an additional note across the board, the way he turned and put his hands in his pockets and waited quietly for the class to settle— felt different.

“We’ve got a lot to cover today. Let’s get started.”

She didn’t pull her collar, but she did remove her jacket— she was suddenly so, so hot, practically sweating— and draped it across the back of the chair. He caught her eye, gave her a small smile, and then launched into a lecture about the foundations of building victimology.

Just as she suspected, he was an absolute natural. Unbelievably knowledgeable of course, but also incredibly enthusiastic and positively captivating. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

And neither, it seemed, could the class. She scolded herself for the train of thought— of course they’re looking at him, he’s their professor. But he was right when he’d said that they... stare at him. The class was mostly young women, although the ogling seemed to cross gender lines.

She couldn’t blame them. He answered questions with ease and gave witty responses to the devil’s advocate types. His enthusiasm was endearing and charming as hell. And, of course, he looked damn good doing it.

With just over ten minutes left of class, she gathered her jacket and bag, standing quietly and moving into the aisle. She caught his eye as she headed for the door, slightly reassured when she saw a flash of concern in his eyes. She smiled and made a sipping gesture, and he nodded minutely and continued with his lecture.

…

Fifteen minutes later, she was on her way back down the hallway toward his office, a coffee in each hand. When she turned the corner at 12:57, she was stunned to see that a line was already forming.

“You gotta be kidding me,” she muttered, approaching the crowd of undergraduates.

One particularly perky coed stood directly in front of his door, and Y/N cleared her throat. When the girl turned, she held up the coffees and gestured to the door. “I’m so sorry. I— I’m just gonna drop this off. I’ll just be one minute.”

The girl took a small step back, barely allowing Y/N to squeeze through the door left slightly ajar. It creaked slightly as she stepped through it, and Spencer’s head lifted from where he was hunched over his desk.

“Hey!” He stood and shuffled around the side of the desk.

“Hi.” She forced a smile. “Sorry, I won’t keep you, I just— thought you might like a pick-me-up,” she said, holding out the cup to him.

He sighed with relief. “You’re a mind reader.” He accepted the coffee cup with a grateful smile. She moved to leave, and he lightly snagged her wrist. “Hey.” He slowly pulled her back toward the desk, his eyes darting down to her mouth.

She hummed, and he leaned forward to kiss her, moved his hand up to cup her cheek in his warm palm. He sighed into her mouth and gently tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth before pressing a quick peck to it. “Thank you.” He pressed a final kiss to her mouth with chapstick-soft lips. “I’ll see you in an hour?”

“Mhm,” she smiled again, a little more genuinely. “See you then, professor.”

She slipped back through the door, avoiding the curious eyes of the crowd. The hallway felt tight and constricting, and she was grateful for the way the fresh air hit her as she pushed through the door back out into the quad.

She found an empty seat on a bench and set her coffee and bag down, shuffling through the latter to find her book. She flipped open to her bookmark, sure that she could finish at least two chapters during his office hour. As she attempted to read, however, her mind could not stop turning over the image of Spencer being admired by fifty young, attractive coeds.

She read the same sentence five times before closing her book with a huff. She closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing, focusing on a deep inhalation and a long exhale. She carefully packed her book back into her bag, opting instead to sip her coffee and watch the bustle of the quad.

It wasn’t that she was jealous, exactly. Jealousy wasn’t the right word. She trusted Spencer wholeheartedly. He was honest and kind, and he made it abundantly clear how much he was attracted to her.

She sighed shakily and closed her eyes against the unexpected tears that she could feel brimming just below the surface. It wasn’t jealousy. It was simply the insecurity that had always been there. Well, not always, she supposed, but long enough. Ten years. Owen had been out of her life for nearly half that time, but the mental scars he’d left her with would probably never fully heal.

She was twenty one years old when they first started dating, and twenty six by the time he ended it. Five years of her life spent with a man who had conditioned her to believe that she had nothing to offer. Her work was insignificant. Her family was low-class. Her friends were irritating. Her laugh was obnoxious. She was immature and loud and annoying and daft. She should be grateful that he was interested in her despite these flaws.

As if he hadn’t made all of that clear enough, he’d ended their relationship by cheating on her— not once, not twice, but consistently for nearly a year. And it seemed that almost everyone had known about it… except for her. That had been the most humiliating part; he’d had this woman in their bed, and she’d been completely unaware. She had cooked for him, attended his work events, slept beside him, subjected herself to his wrath, and never even considered that he could be with someone else.

It took years for her to recover and rebuild. Years before she was ready to date again. It required her to construct a foundation of independence and self-love that she’d never had. And nearly five years later, she finally felt beautiful and strong and worthy.

So why was her mind suddenly replaying every horrid thing Owen had ever said to her? Spencer was nothing like Owen. Spencer was kind, loving, and supportive. He was brilliant, talented, and accomplished.

She pressed her lips together and swiped a hand under her eye, catching the lone tear that had managed to escape. That was exactly the problem. Spencer was all those wonderful things, and suddenly she couldn’t understand why he wanted her.

She pulled out her phone to check the time, huffing out a breath as she realized she’d spent nearly an hour dredging up old wounds. She closed her eyes and repeated her daily affirmation. I am powerful, and I am capable. I respect and honor my mind and my body. I am worthy, and I am enough. I love myself fully, just as I am.

Now she just needed to believe it.

She gathered her things, finishing up the last sips of her coffee before scoping out a garbage can. She tossed her empty cup in the bin on her way back to the building. As she opened the door, the blast of air conditioning cooled her sweaty skin. She stopped by the bathroom to splash her face with cool water, taking barely a moment to look at herself under the harsh fluorescent lights.

She made her way down the hallway, turning the corner to see that there were still three students in line outside Spencer’s office. She checked the time to see that it was technically five minutes past office hours. She dropped quietly into one of the two chairs across the hallway from his door.

The other chair was occupied by a student, quite clearly waiting for Spencer, judging by the heavy sigh that accompanied his glance up at the office door. Y/N almost laughed at the way he aggressively checked his watch, tapping his foot rapidly on the floor.

“Is it— um. Is it always like this?” She gestured to Spencer’s door.

The tapping stopped, and the kid turned to her with another sigh. “Every. Goddamn. Time.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I mean, I get it. I do. But, man. I’m just trying to ask about the structure of the final. This is the third week in a row that I’ve been here and I still haven’t seen him.” He checked his watch again and then ran a hand over his face. “And now I gotta get to my next class. I’m gonna have to leave early next week to camp out,” he joked.

He stood and gathered his things, and Y/N did laugh a little then. “Good luck.”

He waved and headed off down the hallway, and Y/N turned back to see a girl leaving out through Spencer’s half-open door, looking positively dreamy. She barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes as the next girl stepped through the door.

She waited another twenty minutes for the final two students to finish their visits. When the last student made her way out the door and down the hall, Y/N stood and smoothed down the skirt of her dress. She crossed the hallway and peered into his office, knocking on the door frame.

Spencer raised his head with a panicked look, his face softening into relief when he saw it was her. “Hey. Close the door,” he begged.

Y/N stepped into his office and closed the door quietly behind her. She finally took a look around the space— fairly small but tastefully decorated. The wall across from her was one enormous bookcase, filled to capacity, of course. Light filtered in from a single window, and his mahogany desk sat on the far wall, accompanied by a wing back leather office chair. Behind his desk was a low shelf lined with a globe, some other trinkets, and a plethora of picture frames.

“Sorry that took so long.” He ran a hand over his face. “I don’t know why my office hours are always so busy.”

She hummed, crossing to the gigantic bookshelf. “No?”

“No,” he confirmed exasperatedly. “No one else has that many students at their office hours. I asked.”

She laughed a little. “You asked?”

“Well, yeah.” He drew his brows together. “I don’t know if my syllabus is confusing, or if I’m— not clear enough in my lectures, maybe?” He dragged both hands through his hair and leaned back in his chair. “But there are always so many questions, and I mean— there are no stupid questions, but…” He sighed. “Sometimes the questions are stupid.”

She did laugh at that, full and loud. “Well, if my professors looked like Dr. Spencer Reid, I imagine I’d come up with a litany of questions, too. Stupid or otherwise.”

He was quiet, and she ran her finger along the book she was studying rather intently. She felt him moving toward her more than heard it, felt his eyes on her. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, instead pretending to peruse the titles in front of her, books full of theories that she’d never be able to understand.

“Are you— are you jealous?” he asked incredulously.

“No,” she defended, a little too quickly and voice a little too high.

“It’s okay if you are. Jealousy is— it’s a very normal human emotion.” He cleared his throat. “It’s, um— it’s kind of hot, actually.”

She rolled her eyes, but his confession made her feel a little bit better. He put a hand on her waist to turn her to face him, and she could feel her cheeks burning— hoped he couldn’t see it. She couldn’t quite meet his eyes, instead staring at a spot on the wall behind his head.

“But you know you have no reason to be, right?” He cupped a gentle hand under her chin, finally brought her eyes to his. “Why would I be interested in girls when I already have a woman?”

When she didn’t say anything, he continued, “A woman who brings me coffee, and buys gifts for my fish, and helps me make PowerPoints, and goes to fancy dinners at Le Chateau LaMontagne.”

Her lips twitched into the start of a smile, and he brought his hands down to lace their fingers together. “Who forgives me when I mess up, and lets me cry on her shoulder at 3:00am, and helps me be a better person.”

She sniffed but tried to lighten the mood. “She sounds pretty great.”

“She is great. She’s remarkable.” He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “I love you.”

And there was that look again. Spencer looked at her like she’d hung the moon and the stars and every single celestial body in the galaxy. Like the answer to every question was contained within her atoms. It was almost enough to have her believing it, too. Maybe someday she would.

She squeezed his hand. “I love you, too.” For now, that was enough.

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filthy-vigilantes · 4 years ago

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Batman: Where to start

***long post***

Getting in to comics is rather hard and finding a good starting place or a good recommended must-reads is hard and confusing and you typically get hundreds of different answers.

This is my personal list, that I'm working through and hope to collect. I've done quite a bit of research and feel like this is a adequate reading list for modern (post-crisis) Bruce Wayne

Anyways here's the list in primary chronological order:

Batman: Year One (Batman Vol 1 #404-#407)

This story line established the back story for Batman in the post-crisis timeline, along with the back stories for Commissioner Gordon and Selina Kyle. Not necessarily canon anymore, but a good story to get the feel of the characters

Batman: The Man Who Laughs

This is a one shot that was published in 2005 that tells the story of Batman's first encounter with the Joker roughly a year after the Batman's debut in Gotham. Based on the Joker's original first appearance in Batman Vol 1 #1.

Batman and the Monster Men

This is a 6 part mini series that takes place sometime after Batman: Year One and Batman: The Man Who Laughs. First half of the Dark Moon Rising series. Story revolves around Batman's first dealing with Hugo Strange

Batman and the Mad Monk

This is another 6 part mini series that is the second half of the Dark Moon Rising series. It is a retelling of a story from Detective Comics Vol 1 #31-32

Batman: The Long Halloween

This is a 13 part limited series, that serves as a re-introduction of the Calendar Man and features a wide array of Batman's rouge gallery such as Two-Face, Scarecrow, Riddler, Joker, and Poison Ivy.

Batman: Dark Victory

This is a 14 part limited series that is a sequel to The Long Halloween. The main case in the story is a turf war between Two-Face and the Falcon Mafia. It also serves as a re-telling of Dick Grayson's Robin origin.

Batman: Birth of the Demon (TPB)

This is a collection of 3 Batman one shots: Son of the Demon, Bride of the Demon, and Birth of the Demon. All stories center around Ra's al Ghul and Talia al Ghul.

Batman: Strange Apparitions (Detective Comics Vol 1 #469-479)

This collection reintroduces Golden Age villains such as Hugo Strange and Dead shot along with introducing new villains such as Doctor Phosphorus and Clayface III.

Batman: The Killing Joke

A 60 page one shot that hints at the Jokers true identity, along with pushing the Jokers madness to new extremes, and showing just how dangerous he can be.

Batman: the Cult

This is a 4 issue mini series, in which Batman gets captured, torture and brain washed by Deacon Blackfire. This is also one of the few stories written by Jim Starlin that shows Jason Todd in a favorable light, as Starlin had a dislike for the character and kid sidekicks.

Batman: Death in the Family (Batman Vol 1 #426-429)

The famous 4 issue story arc that allowed readers to vote on the fate of the then current Robin, Jason Todd.

Batman: A Lonely Place of Dying (Batman Vol 1 #440-442)

This story is the introduction of Tim Drake and his taking of the Robin Mantle. The story also involves a case with Two-Face

Batman: The Last Arkham (Batman: Shadow of the Bat #1-4)

This story shows us the inner workings of Arkham Asylum, along with introducing new villains such as Zsasz, Jeremiah Arkham, and Amygdala

Batman: Gothic (Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #6-10)

In this story we get to see glimpses of Bruce Wayne childhood.

Batman: Venom (Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #16-20)

This story introduces us to the strength-enhancing drug, venom

Batman: Knightfall (Batman Vol 1 #492-510, #512-515; Batman: Shadow of the Bat #16-30, 32-35; Catwoman Vol ? #6-7, #12-13; Detective Comics Vol 1 #659-677, #679-682; Justice League Task Force #5-6; Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #59-63; Robin #7-9, 11-14; Showcase '93 #7-8; Showcase '94 #10)

The Knightfall collection is a trilogy consisting of Knightfall, Knightquest, and KnightsEnd. In the story, Batman is crippled by Bane leading to him enlisting help from Jean-Paul Valley, while he recovers. Jean-Paul becomes increasingly unstable and violent, ruining Batman's reputation until Bruce can finally put an end to it. The story had long term ramifications in the batcannon as Bruce had to rebuild the trust everyone had for him.

Batman: Contagion (Batman: Shadow of the Bat #48-49; Detective Comics Vol 1 #695, #696; Robin Vol 4 #27-28; Catwoman Vol #31-32; Azrael #15-16; Batman Vol 1 #529; Batman: Chronicles #4)

A cross over even where a deadly virus sweeps through Gotham. One of the story lines leading in to the No Man's Land event.

Batman: Legacy (Batman Vol 1 #533-534; Batman: Bane; Bane of the Demon #1-4; Batman: Shadow of the Bat #53-54; Catwoman Vol 2 #33-36; Detective Comics Vol 1 #700-702; Robin Vol 4 #32-33)

Another crossover, this storyline serves as a wrap up for Contagion as well as Knightfall. One of the story lines leading in to No Man's Land event.

Batman: Cataclysm (Azrael #40; Batman Vol 1 #553-559; The Batman Chronicles #12, #14; Batman: Arkham Asylum- Tales of Madness #1; Batman:Blackgate- Isle of Men #1; Batman/Huntress/Spoiler: Blunt Trauma #1; Batman: Shadow of the Bat #73-79; Catwoman Vol 2 #56-57; Detective Comics Vol 1 #719-722, #724-726; Robin Vol 4 #52-54)

The final crossover storyline leading in to No Man's Land. After a earthquake, Gotham's heros have to band together to help the citizens in the aftermath.

Batman: No Man's Land (Azrael #47-61; Batman Vol 1 #560-574; Batman: Harley Quinn; Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #116-126; Batman: No Man's Land #1-0; Batman No Man's Land Secret Files and Origins; Batman: Day of Judgement; Batman: Shadow of the Bat #80-94; The Batman Chronicles #16-18; Catwoman Vol 2 #72-77; Detective Comics Vol 1 #727-741; JLA #32; Nightwing Vol 1 #35-39; Nightwing Secret Files and Origins; Robin Vol 4 #67-73; Young Justice: In No Man's Land)

After several catastrophic events in Gotham, the US government decides to cut off Gotham, destroying all bridges to the city leaving Batman and allies to keep order in the city.

JLA Tower of Babel (JLA #43-46)

This story deals with the discovery of Batman's plans and files on how to take out the members of the Justice League in the event of them going rouge.

Bruce Wayne: Murderer? (Batman: The 10-Cent Adventure #1; Batgirl #24; Batman Vol 1 #599; Batman: Gotham Knights #25-26; Birds of Prey Vol 1 #39-40; Detective Comics Vol 1 #766-767; Nightwing #65-66; Robin #98-99

Bruce Wayne is arrested for murder and the rest of the bat family are forced to solve the crime and help clear his name.

Bruce Wayne: Fugitive (Azrael #91; Batgirl #27, #29-33; Batman Vol 1 #600-601, #603, #605-607; Batman: Gotham Knights #27-28, #30-31; Birds of Prey #41-43; Nightwing #68-69; Detective Comics Vol 1 #768-775)

This story is the follow up to Bruce Wayne: Murderer. After getting out of jail, he must full solve to murder, as those around him begin to doubt his innocence.

Batman Hush (Batman Vol 1 #608-619)

This story arc share a bit about Bruce Wayne's childhood along with introducing a new billion, Hush and furthering Batman and Catwoman's romantic relationship. This story also teases the resurrection of Jason Todd, the second Robin.

Batman: Heart of Hush (Detective Comics #846-850)

A follow up to Batman Hush, once again furthering Batman and Catwoman's romantic relationship. Also serves as a prelude to Batman R. I. P.

Batman Under the Red Hood (Batman Vol 1 #635-#641, #645-650, Annual #25)

This Story focuses on Jason Todd, the second Robin's resurrection and return to Gotham

Batman R. I. P. (Batman Vol 1 #667-669, #672-686, #701-702; Detective Comics #846-853; Nightwing Vol 2 #147-153; Batman and the Outsiders Vol 1 #11-14, special #1; Robin #175-183)

This story leads up to Bruce Wayne's apparent death in the DC Final Crisis event.

What Ever Happened to the Caped Crusader? (Batman Vol 1 #686; Detective Comics Vol 1 #853

These two issues deal with the aftermath of Bruce Wayne's apparent death.

Battle for the Cowl

This is a 3 issue minis series that shows the remainder of the bat family hold Gotham together in the wake of Batman's death and Nightwing ultimate decision to take up the mantle.

Batman: Hush Money (Detective Comics Vol 1 #852; Batman Vol 1 #685; Batman: Streets of Gotham #1-4)

Batman's enemy Hush alters his face to look like Bruce Wayne and begins pretending to be him.

Batman: The Return of Bruce Wayne

A 6 issue limited series that shows Bruce Wayne's journey through time to return to present day Gotham.

Bruce Wayne: The Road Home

A limited series that details the return and aftermath of Bruce Wayne's return. Batman Vol 1 #703 is a prelude to the series.

Batman: House of Hush (Batman: Streets of Gotham #14, #16-21)

A story arc that ties up the Hush Money story and the return of Bruce Wayne.

Batman Incorporated

This series focuses on Bruce Wayne franchising the Batman name across the globe, while Dick Grayson still serves as Batman in Gotham.

Batman: The Gates of Gotham

A limited series that features Dick Grayson as Batman, but was used as a lunching point for major Batman story lines in New 52.

Batman New 52

After the New 52 reboot, DC began Batman Vol 2, aka Batman New 52

Batman Eternal

A weekly limited series that ran for a year, reintroducing numerous villains in to the New 52 canon, along with Stephanie Brown.

Batman and Robin Eternal

A weekly limited series that ran for 6 months as a follow up to Batman Eternal. The story jumps between Dick Grayson's first year as Robin and the present. Cassandra Cain is reintroduced in to the New 52 canon in this series.

Batman Rebirth (ongoing)

Current Batman title

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Batman: Where to Start

*** long post***

Getting in to comics is rather hard and finding a good starting place or a good recommended must-reads is hard and confusing and you typically get hundreds of different answers.

This is my personal list, that I'm working through and hope to collect. I've done quite a bit of research and feel like this is a adequate reading list for modern (post-crisis) Bruce Wayne

Anyway, here's my list:

Batman: Year One (Batman Vol 1 #404-#407)

Batman: The Man Who Laughs

This is a one shot that was published in 2005 that tells the story of Batman’s first encounter with the Joker roughly a year after the Batman’s debut in Gotham. Based on the Joker’s original first appearance in Batman Vol 1 #1.

Batman and the Monster Men

This is a 6 part mini series that takes place sometime after Batman: Year One and Batman: The Man Who Laughs. First half of the Dark Moon Rising series. Story revolves around Batman’s first dealing with Hugo Strange

Batman and the Mad Monk

This is another 6 part mini series that is the second half of the Dark Moon Rising series. It is a retelling of a story from Detective Comics Vol 1 #31-32

Batman: The Long Halloween

This is a 13 part limited series, that serves as a re-introduction of the Calendar Man and features a wide array of Batman’s rouge gallery such as Two-Face, Scarecrow, Riddler, Joker, and Poison Ivy.

Batman: Dark Victory

Batman: Birth of the Demon (TPB)

This is a collection of 3 Batman one shots: Son of the Demon, Bride of the Demon, and Birth of the Demon. All stories center around Ra’s al Ghul and Talia al Ghul.

Batman: Strange Apparitions (Detective Comics Vol 1 #469-479)

This collection reintroduces Golden Age villains such as Hugo Strange and Dead shot along with introducing new villains such as Doctor Phosphorus and Clayface III.

Batman: The Killing Joke

A 60 page one shot that hints at the Jokers true identity, along with pushing the Jokers madness to new extremes, and showing just how dangerous he can be.

Batman: the Cult

Batman: Death in the Family (Batman Vol 1 #426-429)

The famous 4 issue story arc that allowed readers to vote on the fate of the then current Robin, Jason Todd.

Batman: A Lonely Place of Dying (Batman Vol 1 #440-442)

This story is the introduction of Tim Drake and his taking of the Robin Mantle. The story also involves a case with Two-Face

Batman: The Last Arkham (Batman: Shadow of the Bat #1-4)

This story shows us the inner workings of Arkham Asylum, along with introducing new villains such as Zsasz, Jeremiah Arkham, and Amygdala

Batman: Gothic (Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #6-10)

In this story we get to see glimpses of Bruce Wayne childhood.

Batman: Venom (Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #16-20)

This story introduces us to the strength-enhancing drug, venom

The Knightfall collection is a trilogy consisting of Knightfall, Knightquest, and KnightsEnd. In the story, Batman is crippled by Bane leading to him enlisting help from Jean-Paul Valley, while he recovers. Jean-Paul becomes increasingly unstable and violent, ruining Batman’s reputation until Bruce can finally put an end to it. The story had long term ramifications in the batcannon as Bruce had to rebuild the trust everyone had for him.

Batman: Contagion (Batman: Shadow of the Bat #48-49; Detective Comics Vol 1 #695, #696; Robin Vol 4 #27-28; Catwoman Vol #31-32; Azrael #15-16; Batman Vol 1 #529; Batman: Chronicles #4)

A cross over even where a deadly virus sweeps through Gotham. One of the story lines leading in to the No Man’s Land event.

Batman: Legacy (Batman Vol 1 #533-534; Batman: Bane; Bane of the Demon #1-4; Batman: Shadow of the Bat #53-54; Catwoman Vol 2 #33-36; Detective Comics Vol 1 #700-702; Robin Vol 4 #32-33)

Another crossover, this storyline serves as a wrap up for Contagion as well as Knightfall. One of the story lines leading in to No Man’s Land event.

The final crossover storyline leading in to No Man’s Land. After a earthquake, Gotham’s heros have to band together to help the citizens in the aftermath.

Batman: No Man’s Land (Azrael #47-61; Batman Vol 1 #560-574; Batman: Harley Quinn; Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #116-126; Batman: No Man’s Land #1-0; Batman No Man’s Land Secret Files and Origins; Batman: Day of Judgement; Batman: Shadow of the Bat #80-94; The Batman Chronicles #16-18; Catwoman Vol 2 #72-77; Detective Comics Vol 1 #727-741; JLA #32; Nightwing Vol 1 #35-39; Nightwing Secret Files and Origins; Robin Vol 4 #67-73; Young Justice: In No Man’s Land)

After several catastrophic events in Gotham, the US government decides to cut off Gotham, destroying all bridges to the city leaving Batman and allies to keep order in the city.

JLA Tower of Babel (JLA #43-46)

This story deals with the discovery of Batman’s plans and files on how to take out the members of the Justice League in the event of them going rouge.

Bruce Wayne is arrested for murder and the rest of the bat family are forced to solve the crime and help clear his name.

This story is the follow up to Bruce Wayne: Murderer. After getting out of jail, he must solve the murder, as those around him begin to doubt his innocence.

Batman Hush (Batman Vol 1 #608-619)

This story arc share a bit about Bruce Wayne’s childhood along with introducing a new billion, Hush and furthering Batman and Catwoman’s romantic relationship. This story also teases the resurrection of Jason Todd, the second Robin.

Batman: Heart of Hush (Detective Comics #846-850)

A follow up to Batman Hush, once again furthering Batman and Catwoman’s romantic relationship. Also serves as a prelude to Batman R. I. P.

Batman Under the Red Hood (Batman Vol 1 #635-#641, #645-650, Annual #25)

This Story focuses on Jason Todd, the second Robin’s resurrection and return to Gotham

Batman R. I. P. (Batman Vol 1 #667-669, #672-686, #701-702; Detective Comics #846-853; Nightwing Vol 2 #147-153; Batman and the Outsiders Vol 1 #11-14, special #1; Robin #175-183)

This story leads up to Bruce Wayne’s apparent death in the DC Final Crisis event.

What Ever Happened to the Caped Crusader? (Batman Vol 1 #686; Detective Comics Vol 1 #853

These two issues deal with the aftermath of Bruce Wayne’s apparent death.

Battle for the Cowl

This is a 3 issue minis series that shows the remainder of the bat family hold Gotham together in the wake of Batman’s death and Nightwing ultimate decision to take up the mantle.

Batman: Hush Money (Detective Comics Vol 1 #852; Batman Vol 1 #685; Batman: Streets of Gotham #1-4)

Batman’s enemy Hush alters his face to look like Bruce Wayne and begins pretending to be him.

Batman: The Return of Bruce Wayne

A 6 issue limited series that shows Bruce Wayne’s journey through time to return to present day Gotham.

Bruce Wayne: The Road Home

A limited series that details the return and aftermath of Bruce Wayne’s return. Batman Vol 1 #703 is a prelude to the series.

Batman: House of Hush (Batman: Streets of Gotham #14, #16-21)

A story arc that ties up the Hush Money story and the return of Bruce Wayne.

Batman Incorporated

This series focuses on Bruce Wayne franchising the Batman name across the globe, while Dick Grayson still serves as Batman in Gotham.

Batman: The Gates of Gotham

A limited series that features Dick Grayson as Batman, but was used as a lunching point for major Batman story lines in New 52.

Batman New 52

After the New 52 reboot, DC began Batman Vol 2, aka Batman New 52

Batman Eternal

A weekly limited series that ran for a year, reintroducing numerous villains in to the New 52 canon, along with Stephanie Brown.

Batman and Robin Eternal

A weekly limited series that ran for 6 months as a follow up to Batman Eternal. The story jumps between Dick Grayson’s first year as Robin and the present. Cassandra Cain is reintroduced in to the New 52 canon in this series.

Batman Rebirth (ongoing)

Current Batman title

Previously posted on @filthy-vigilantes

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Caught in his web, Chapter 57

Chloe barely slept during the night while she was in Loki’s arms. She kept thinking about their baby that she was carrying. Worrying over what she was going to do.

But she tried to act calm and natural in the morning, smiling when she turned around in his arms and snuggled into him.

Loki smiled and nuzzled his nose against hers. ‘How are you feeling this morning, doll?’ He hummed.

‘Ok. I still feel bad for arguing with you yesterday.’ She said sadly, glancing down.

Loki smiled and hooked her chin with his finger, lifting her head back up. ‘No need to be. We’ve talked it through. I love you, so much. It will take more than a silly argument for that to ever break.’ He said with the softest look in his eyes.

She felt a pang of guilt within her. But she kept it together and nodded, then buried her face into the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms tightly around her.

‘I told you I will always look after you. And I will.’ He said quietly, rubbing her back in circles.

After cuddling for an hour, Loki reluctantly had to get up to go to work.

‘Any plans for today?’ He asked Chloe while he got dressed, she remained in bed for a bit. Cosy and comfy.

‘Not really. I might go down to the bakery with Bear and get some home bakes, they always re-stock today.’ She mumbled.

Loki chuckled as he sat down on the edge of the bed next to her and placed his hand on her hip. ‘At least your cravings for so much junk food won’t last too much longer.’ He grinned and leaned down to kiss her forehead. ‘I’ll call you later, I shouldn’t be too late home tonight.’

‘Ok. Love you, Loki.’ She called to him as he made his way to the door. He stopped and turned, smiling brightly at her.

‘I love you too, doll.’ He winked at her then ducked out of the room.

Chloe let out a big breath of relief when he left. She leaped out of bed and went over to the window, looking out and making sure she saw him leave in the car with Nelson.

She ran her hands down her face as her mind went crazy with so many thoughts.

But she knew what she had to do… Even if she did feel a tugging at her heart that wanted her to stay. She couldn’t. Not with someone who wanted to abort their child without so much as listening to her properly, to her wants.

It was a stark reminder once more that no matter how much Loki made it seem that she was here and free of her own accord, she wasn’t really. She knew deep down he would never let her leave, and whilst she hadn’t been sure if she would ever want to or not, she knew now she had to. Her body wasn’t hers, it never was since she fell into his hands.

She had thought that someone like him would��ve still been able to love his own child, or at least like the idea of having an heir. But it was clear his possession over her was far more than she ever realised. Not even wanting to share her with his own child? It was absurd. And terrifying.

Making her way slowly to her own room, in-case Ethan, Samuel or Tania was about so she didn’t rouse suspicion, she found Bear along the way and had her come into her room with her.

‘Alright, Bear. We are going away, yes we are. You’re coming with mummy, we will get our own place and have our own life. Yes, we will.’ She cooed as she scratched the pup’s ears.

It didn’t take long for her to pack, she was only taking very little. Some underwear and a few items of clothing. She would buy more when she got, wherever it was she was going. She packed the basic toiletries and then grabbed the small bag of cash she had hidden at the back of her wardrobe.

‘I’ll grab a few of your pouches for today and tomorrow morning.’ She said to Bear as she got herself dressed.

She swung her bag over her shoulder and took a deep breath before going downstairs. Luckily there was no sign of Tania in the kitchen so she was able to grab a few pouches of the dog food. The bag she had with her wasn’t overly big, as she knew having a large one would rouse suspicion.

Grabbing her coat and Bear’s lead, she made her way outside.

‘Morning, Pete.’ She greeted him happily.

‘Good morning, love. Hello, Bear.’ He crouched down to pet Bear as usual. ‘Off out for a walk?’

‘Yeah, we are going to the bakers down the road. Stock up on lovely home bakes. Will I get you some scones?’ She asked, knowing they were his favourite.

‘Yes please.’ Pete nodded, standing up again. ‘Don’t be long, it’s supposed to rain soon.’

‘I won’t melt.’ She joked to him. ‘Come on, Bear. Let’s go.’ She made her way down the path with Bear.

Her heart was pounding with every step she took… Just waiting for Pete to call her out on the bag she had. But luckily, he didn’t. Thinking it was just for the home bakes. She felt so relieved when she got further down the street and out of view of the house, she wanted to cry in a mixture of emotions.

‘Ok…’ She looked down at Bear. ‘We can do this the hard way ourselves, or take a risk and get help. I don’t know about you, but I feel we will need help. If we stay in this country, he might find us. I think our best bet is to get elsewhere…’

Bear just wagged his tail up at his owner, tongue out panting happily. Not a care in the world, no idea what was going on.

David had just been lazing around the house on his rare day off, so he was surprised when the doorbell rang. He hadn’t been expecting anyone.

He was even more surprised when he opened the door to find Chloe with Bear, both of them soaking wet from the rain.

‘Jesus, Chloe. Come in, come in.’ He ushered her and Bear inside and went to get towels for them both.

‘I’ll get spare clothes for you.’ He offered after giving her the towel.

‘I have in my bag. It’s ok.’

He paused and frowned at her. ‘Are you ok? What’s going on?’

Chloe got dried off and into dry clothes, then she sat down with a nice cup of hot chocolate. David sat down next to her, petting Bear who was all over him for fusses.

‘I’m pregnant.’ She said first, making David’s stomach drop.

‘Oh.’ Was all he was able to say.

‘Oh?’ She questioned, looking at him.

‘I know that Loki has expressed of late that he doesn’t want children. I know how… possessive he can be with you.’ He said softly.

‘Yeah… The asshole wants me to have an abortion. But I can’t do that, David. I can’t. I had to get away, I need to get away. But I know he will find me if I stay in the country.’

David ran his hand down his face. ‘So you need my help to skip the country, is that right?’

Chloe nodded, swallowing hard. ‘I… I know it’s a really big ask. But I trust you. Loki doesn’t ever have to know. I just need help with sorting out how to get out of here.’

‘You’ll need money.’ David said.

‘I’ve got a few grand in cash… Every time I went out shopping I took some cash out, it’s slowly built up. As I did have in mind I was going to use it to buy Loki a Christmas present… Thinking ahead, you see. As he can see every shop I buy from on his statement. So I just got some cashback each time so I could surprise him.’

David chuckled and smiled. ‘Clever girl.’

He sighed and thought for a moment. ‘Let me make a few calls, see what I can sort together. I have a holiday home in Italy, you could stay there for a while until we sort something more permanent.’

David pulled his phone out and stood up.

‘Thank you, so much!’ Chloe said, trying not to cry in relief.

David went through to the kitchen, he looked through his phone and was torn between calling Loki to tell him she was here or the taxi company to get her to the private jet… He kept flicking back and fore between them, not sure what to do.

Loki wasn’t just his boss, he was his best mate. He would be betraying him so badly if he helped to get Chloe away. But at the same time, he was really fond of Chloe. He knew how difficult Loki could be, and the thought that he was making her have an abortion was horrid.

He put his phone down and his head into his hands on the countertop. He groaned, completely unsure and torn on what to do…

An hour later, the doorbell rang.

‘That will be your ride.’ David smiled at Chloe.

‘I can’t thank you enough for helping us.’ Chloe gave him a big hug, he rubbed her back as he hugged her.

‘Take care of yourself. Ok?’ He guided her to the door, with Bear too.

‘Thank you.’ She said to him sincerely.

David unlocked the bolt on the door and then pulled it open.

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A Man And His Cat

You both explore pet play.

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Warnings: Adult situations +18 , Pet play, Spanking, Oral, Its kinky

A/n: Sooo who wants smut? my quarantine imagine went down well so here is another dirty fic. This will probably be a mini series feel free to send me your kinks and I will try and incorporate them. I am still working on my other stories slowly but on a little writers block and I may or may not have re-watched superman vs batman so look out as there might be some more dc on the horizon because omg I nearly forggot how yummy they were. Anyway here is another smut piece for you all hope you enjoy xx

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A Man And His Cat

You lounged across the sofa in your hello kitty onesie playing your xbox, you'd gotten Jurassic world evolution and was currently snickering letting your t-rex run around eating people. Henry was upstairs you could hear him moving around in the study. The door bell went off you quickly got up wrestling kal out of the way to answer it hearing the post man call out he had left it on the bin you thanked him bringing the large box inside with a few letters piled on top. Not thinking anything of it you brought the post in kicking the door shut behind you.

"Babe what the fuck?" You froze not sure at first what you'd done wrong

"Shit hands! hands! sanitize them quick! we cant take chances! Your not supposed to answer the door I've told you that! Were in London! For Christ sake" He said rushing to you snatching the post handing you the sanitizer that sat on the table by the door. You shook your head quickly rubbing the sanitizer over your hands letting it soak in as Henry shook his head at you watching closely.

"Sorry, sorry I forgot" he sighed since receiving your official 'shielding' letter from the government Henry had been a little mother hen....papa bear? Either way he was on edge hounding you about keeping your hands clean not touching anything that could possibly be infected or letting anyone other than himself with in 6ft of you. He even made you take your temperature each day with good reason tho your heart clenched things were getting bad the infection and death rates climbing each day ,there was rumors that the UK was on the course to being just like Italy and Spain. In a way his worrying was your fault when the letter came through Henry had freaked out a bit, it hit him hard when he realized it wasn't just speculation it was a fact that if you caught this thing it would most likely kill you and he was shook to the core. It didn't help when you'd only told him a few days prior not to worry about your condition that it was under control ,which technically it was every two months you was having blood tests every so often your blood count would dip a little but you normally managed it with your diet just eating more meat usually does it, the protein helping your count go up a little. You didn't bore him with the details he didn't need to know to much, you knew what to do and when to do it, it was normal for you. You feel yourself getting rough you get a blood test and up your steroids, you feel better you lower them back down the main goal being avoiding blood transfusions. But Henry had insisted he needed to know everything now he said it'd make him feel better so you told him, sat him down and explained that somehow your body can survive on a borderline blood count it should be 120 to 150 yours hovers around 100 to 110... If your lucky, not low enough for a transfusion but low enough to cause a few problems if it drops any more the lowest it got in recent years was 57.... yeah that wasn't fun, you'd spent two whole days seven till seven getting transfusions then had to go back to have the iron in your blood taken out....It was not pretty, but since then you'd been more careful. You explained the fact that your immune system was practically non-existent you caught chicken pox a year before and it nearly killed you two days after the spots appeared causing all sorts of issues pneumonia, bacterial infections in the heart and lungs then sepsis resulting in a few weeks in hospital in the infectious diseases unit so yeah safe to say catching this thing would be bad. Henry bless him was gobsmacked he knew you was anemic ,that was it, he had enough on his plate you didn't want to add to it.You leaned back on the side unit by the door trying to pet kal who sniffed at your hand then snorted walking off, he didn't like the sanitizer one bit.

"Henry I'm sorry I just-it keeps slipping my mind" he nodded wrapping you up in a bear hug resting his chin on your head.

"I know baby I'm sorry for snapping... I just don't want to loose you, stay indoors and stay safe those aren't just the government's rules ,their my rules as well baby girl remember?" You nodded kissing his chest before replying.

"Yes daddy" then turned and walked to the living room again noticing kal playing in his small cubby hole that had been a cupboard until recently, it had been turned into his own little bed room, complete with bed, night light and shelves that had some family photos of the three of you, you blew him a kiss and he huffed plonking his head down on his fluffy bed stretching out ready for his morning nap, you settled back down to play your game. Henry used the sanitizer then ran a hand through his hair sighing he picked up the post bringing it in placing the large box on the counter. He smirked realizing what it was. His order from bondara ignoring the letters he quickly got a knife slicing open the box. Henry routed around in the box like a kid on Christmas excited he headed up stairs to collect his other investments. You was pulled out of your game by Henry combing your hair back with his fingers pulling it up and back into a high ponytail, something you had no idea he could do, you paused the game turning to him but he held you still facing the TV then you felt them. He had clipped your little fluffy grey kitty ears in your hair pulling the pony tail tighter to secure the bottom of the crocodile clips. You brought a hand up to them confused a little touching them softly. He walked to the side smiling cooing at you

"There she is my precious little kitty! Just look at how cute you are?" You flushed at him as he bent down petting between your 'ears' then he growled in your ear.

"I could just eat you all up" you mewled rocking on the sofa a little anticipating the way this would turn out he gasped a little.

"But whats this? you still need your collar how will anyone know you have a loving owner if you don't have a cute little collar on?" he strode across the room plucking something from the box and retrieved a few more items from the counter that you hadn't known was there ,now tho you could clearly see a folded black towel you moaned at the implication he must have brought it down from upstairs turning he made his was back to you this time standing in front of you.

"As much as I did like your own kitten collar I got you a new one, not from bondara I didn't like theirs much but thankfully etsy is still up and running, here it is see?" You gasped as he revealed a pink leather choker with a pretty lace and ruffle design making it look more like a fancy Lolita choker then a kitty collar apart from the large rose gold D ring hanging from the middle just below a dark pink bow and medium-sized rose gold bell You quickly made to grab for it but he pulled it out of reach .

"No let me do it" you quickly held your head high stretching your neck for him to put it on he chuckled at how eager you was, you smiled wide as he quickly placed it around your neck you sighed when you felt the inside was a little padded with a soft almost suede like material. He spun it around so the bell and D ring was central then hooked two fingers inside checking how tight it was satisfied that it wouldn't choke you he pulled away and watched you closely then he sighed

"No ... its still not right is it kitten?" You tilted your head feeling a little ashamed?upset? he didn't like it? Did he think you were ugly? You blinked frowning at him bottom lip wobbling a little as you were on the brink of tears pulling back from him.

"What-" he shushed you placing a finger to your lips

"Kittens don't talk, now there is something missing pet, Ah! I know now this might be it" he said and picked up a small shiny matching rose gold heart tag, he held it to you to read it. On one side it said kitten the other had 'Property Of Henry If Lost Call' and his phone number on it you gasped a little opening your mouth the thank him but he snapped his fingers at you.No talking. You pouted mewling up at him again not sure how to communicate how much you loved it. Then you clicked leaning forward licking his hand biting lightly before tilting your head nuzzling his crotch. You smirked as his breath hitched in his throat and he grunted swearing quietly unable to stop himself from grinding on your head a little then stopped as you pulled back he grunted again rearranging himself in his bottoms. He made quick work of threading the tag onto the D ring he kissed your head

"Good girl and look baby it was a set" he leaned over you picking up a thick soft paracord lead in pink with leather handle decorated to match your new collar clipping it onto the D ring then looped it around his hand tugging lightly prompting you off of the sofa once you stood he quickly undid the buttons on the onesie letting it fall leaving you naked in the room. You shivered nipples puckering as the soft lead grazed your breasts and tummy as he moved, stepping out of the onesie Henry kicked it across the room.

"There we are kitten, nearly finished now down" he said barley containing his excitment you got down on your hands and knees before him holding his gaze rubbing your thighs together rocking side to side trying to caress your tingling clit between your lips as you felt small trickle of your arousal escape onto the floor mewling at the tiny flickers of pleasure it caused. Henry lead you across the living room to the island in the kitchen crawling was a little tricky at first but you soon found a smooth rhythm staying beside him smiling as the bell tinkled at every movement you made, he smiled down at you from this angle you could already see the bulge forming in his trousers, you went to sit down when he stopped only to have him fold the lead in one hand an strike you with it lightly across your breasts making you yelp out then moan looking down seeing a red stripe across them.

"No sitting until your told now ass up, good kitten just like that" you complied preening at his praise. He bent down holding out a fluffy grey kittytail plug you squealed a little bending further down pushing your tender breasts to the cold floor looking back at him expectantly waving your ass in the air at him. He laughed and crouched beside you running a hand across your dripping pussy he leaned over kissing your head growling as his fingers massaged your wet center you moaned pushing back on him, he dragged his fingers to your opening plunging two thick fingers inside crooking them trying to scoop out more of your cum holding the plug just below you arched pushing back skimming your breasts across the cool floor trembling as he fucked you slowly bringing the plug to your clit and pressing it in small circles making you buck against him moaning and keening in higher pitches.

"Oh looks like I may have wasted money on lube hey baby? all wet and ready for me already such a precious thing." he ran the plug along your ass smearing your arousal across you all the way down to your slit you moaned as he spread his fingers out pulling your lips with them revealing your quivering hole to the cold air of the room making you gasp and clench as the freezing metal plug passed over it resting heavy on your clit, bucking a little you whined pushing back a little as the cold metal met your heated wet flesh, he held it still letting you warm the toy before running it back and forth slowly twisting it letting your arousal coat it wanting to make sure it was wet enough for him to push it in once satisfied he lifted it moving one hand to your bottom then began pressing it insistently at your tight little pucker. You whined placing the side of your face on the cool tile looking at him, he stroked your head shushing you when he realized just how much bigger this was from the last one

"Ok kitten now try to hold still one big deep breath just like before...Good girl now out push on your bottom" you nodded whining bearing down on the toy as he held your shoulder using it to pull you back as he started pressing the tail further into you. You arched taking deep breaths when the plug seemed to get wider and wider you shook your head trying to arch away as it stung despite your arousal easing the way, you panicked a little as it seemed to keep stretching becoming sore as your tight ring tried fighting it .

"N-no its to muc-AAHH!" you cried out , he shushed you

"Come on kitten... Nearly there....Just a tiny bit more I promise......Push out again for me good girl! shh that’s it...Such a good girl for me......Ah ah no! stop moving bab-baby no no don't do-HEY! enough!-you’ll hurt yourself!" He scolded you as you tried to push against his hand on your shoulder to wriggle away then when that didn't work you unconsciously tried tucking your bottom beneath you whimpering. He stopped you with a quick volley of sharp spanks you yelped as his hot hand heated your ass, then there was a familiar popping sensation as your bottom swallowed the plug closing snug around it. He had used the distraction to quickly push the last of the plug in with a quick little shunt. You pushed up on your hands breathing heavy as the plug was indeed larger then the one you had used before, you ached as your ass tried fighting it wanting to push it out you let out pitiful breathy moans as you rippled around it.

"Daddy? Its big-im not sure-FUUCK OOHH" you cut yourself off moaning loud when he grabbed the tail and gave a small tug smirking as you cried out then followed it trying to ease the pressure he thrusted it a few times hitting something deep that made you arch high and squeal pressing back on to it as your pussy ceased and your clit throbbed so hard it almost felt raw he let go then twisted on his feet petting your head drawing patterns on your back.

"Oh baby I know its hard but your a kitten and kittens don't talk , if you carry on daddy will gag you understand?" you nodded at him pressing your head into his chest and kissed it softly wanting a little comfort, hissing deep breaths as you clenched around the tail plug whining, he brought the hand from your back and rubbed around the plug pressing it lightly.

"Its a little bigger but look at you? such a good girl look at that pretty little tail now just one more thing and you'll be daddies perfect kitty" he stood back up getting the remaining items a set of mittens that had no thumb piece instead just one Little pouch to fit your hand in with little paw prints on them they would be held on by two thin leather wrist cuffs. you wriggled around now growing accustomed to the bulbous plug pressing on your insides moaning as the ache became more a pleasurable throb you rocked a little in the air mouth open gasping as you rocked faster feeling the plug press against the back wall of you pussy, Henry quickly snatched up your hands one after the other locking them into the paw mittens. He stood back groaning loud as he watched cupping his erection rubbing along the bulge moaning rocking his hips into his palm as you kept arching your back. The sight was more erotic then he could have dreamed, he almost drooled as you rotated and wriggled your hips pushing back and forth trying to make your plug hit the spot he had pressed it to earlier moaning with closed eyes flushing a bright red, flinching as the tail ghosted your legs as it swayed behind you, turning you looked at the soft tail hanging between your legs giggling as the soft fur licked at your thighs. He snapped out of it and tugged you moving slower this time you stopped every so often moaning and whimpering as each step make your pussy twitch as the plug pressed against the back wall of it teasing your sensitive flesh from the wrong side by the time you got to the sofa both thighs were wet and you was shaking with need he sighed sitting down on it legs spread holding the lead tight keeping your head close to his crotch

"Come on baby time for your little treat" he said motioning for you to pull him free you brought your hands up fumbling with the zipper only really achieving to rub him through them ,making him grind against your hands throwing his head back you groaned in frustration whimpering at him resting your head in the inside of his thigh running your nose across the bulge sighing he looked down then petted you between your ears again.

"Oh kitten you can do better then that come on get daddy out." you pouted at him and nipped his thigh with your front teeth making him hiss and tug harshly on the lead growling at you before wrapping the cord around his fist once more pressing your nose into his crotch

"Bite me again kitten and see what happens, you think I wont fuck your throat raw? Ram into your mouth until my cock is choking you? Face fuck you until your pass out? I wouldn't test me kitten not now Ive waited to long to have you like this." His low ground out threats made you moan you couldn't wait until he fucked your mouth, already craving his salty taste, you kissed his cock through his trousers licking at it, it made you realize what you should do you trembled tucking your knees underneath you to keep your weight off of the plug you licked a long strip up the front of his trousers wetting them making him grunt again, one hand rested on your head petting you, you smirked watching through your lashes as he started flushing and panting, he loved it when you did this it was the only time he let you tease mostly because he was enjoying himself to much to fight for control, for all his talk of wanting control you think he secretly liked being at your mercy every once in a while, you poked out your tongue grazing his zipper then bit down making sure to press on him harshly making him yelp and hiss though clenched teeth when you dragged it down, he fumbled quickly undoing his top button and shimmied them down his hips giving you enough room to bite his boxers and pull them down....only you didn't you wrapped your lips over them sucking on him hard through them making sure to soak his boxers with spit making him groan giving a thrust up to your face fisting his fingers in you hair a little careful not to pull off the ears.

"FUCK kitten!! Oh GOD! fuck pleaseplease do that again!! come on once more such a good girl" you did taking your sweet time kissing and suckling on him nudging him with your nose pushing him up and latched onto the sensitive underside of his cock running your teeth over his hot flesh rocking your hips left and right letting your pussy massage itself poking out your tongue you flattened it running it up the vein near his head pinning it to his hip then opened your mouth around it humming, he jerked up ass leaving the seat moaning out loud swearing at you for being a tease, you continued up finding his swollen crown you licked at it then his slit sucking again on him. He groaned loud and drawn out flexing his fingers and widened his legs you carried on enjoying having the man at your mercy for once kissing and sucking at his twitching length he began rocking faster panting.

"OH! yesyesYES Baby...WAIT HOLD ON!... Fuck slow down!Dont nono that's it kitten thats enough daddies going to cum! NO! ENOUGH!" you giggled as he used the lead to jerk you away panting and sweaty you thought it was funny you'd never heard him that desperate before, he normally had godlike restraint holding himself back for hours if he really wanted to, he gasped then ran a hand across his face and melted into to sofa fighting of the impending orgasm. You sat there biding your time once he relaxed you swooped back in ready to force him to cum in his boxers, but only managed one kitten lick before being jerked away again he growled at you in warning giving you a stern look then tugged of his top still panting.

"you cheeky little thing!" you grinned raising yourself to your knees running your hands up his thighs as you leaned in kissing along the v of muscles above his boxers licking at his skin then nuzzled him lightly ghosting his stomach with your nose placing butterfly kisses here and there feeling him flex trying to arch his cock up to you, you slowly made your way down again opening your mouth tilting your head to engulf the muscle just on his boxers waistband flattening your tongue relishing in the pleasure filled noises he let loose and in the same moment curled your fingers over it the elastic pulling it away letting him spring free hitting your chin. He grunted as you let go letting the elastic snap back onto his balls only letting his cock free he looked down at you giving you a heated look

"Careful baby you don't want to play these games with me" you blinked innocently at him smiling then began kissing lower until you was at the base of his cock ignoring the small patch of hair at his root kissing him obscenely with open mouthed wet kisses then licked him from base to tip before plunging down on him he groaned closing his eyes tight

"FUCK KITTEN! Oohh god that's so hot, shit your mouth is SO FUCKING HOT UGH!" You sucked him deep swallowing around him letting one hand wander to his balls cupping them and rolling them in your palm your other hand dropped between your legs and you ground yourself on your hand moaning onto his cock as you worked your clit in slow firm strokes making your new gloves sticky and wet from your arousal. He cried out desperately bucking into your mouth and throat moaning and crying out cutting off his own words as you kept changing your pace hearing your little bell jingle with your movements on him bobbing your head slow with harsh sucks to his head then fast making sure to swallow or moan as he hit your throat focused solely on making him cum. Today he would cum first you were going to make sure. You whined as you changed direction on your clit feeling the heat in your belly slowly make its way down settling in your hard clit rubbing and tapping at it moaning louder as your orgasm began to build. He shivered his thighs jerking and trembling as you pointed your tongue pressing on the sensitive vein underneath it he shook his head clutching at the sofa grunting breathlessly each time he felt the vibrations of your throat moaning on him.

"BABY BABY STOP! I cant fuck please its to much- no nononono not yet I FuckFU-Fuuuck ah AH AH OH SHIT FUUUUUUCK" you ignored him, he was so lost that he had forgotten the lead, you used it to your advantage pulling back and sucking hard on his head licking at his slit then gripped his sack squeezing it tight as it tensed upwards then with one small drag of your teeth he whimpered loud and high releasing in your mouth jerking himself uncontrollably into your mouth face fucking you just like he threatened. You gave yourself a mental pat on the back but decided to go further swallowing as much of his cum you could but continued to suck and bob on him then cried out as your rocking hips found that perfect position on your clit making it throb and twitch your walls clenching, spasming making the plug move and caress your depths finally you screeched around his cock and came over your hand soaking the glove he yelped curling his feet into the floor shifting back trying to get away you followed placing your hands on his thighs pushing them back as he tried closing his legs trembling from your own release moaning and withering against him.

"UGH NOO FUCK STOPSTOPSTOOOP! ITS TO MUCH BA-KITTEN STOP IT NO PLEASE" he through his hands down blindly pushing you but you fought him wanting to torture him a bit, a little pay back for the other day you reasoned, but you couldn't fight him long even in his fucked out quivering state he was ten times stronger than you, you dragged your teeth across him one last time as he pushed you back off of him completely.

"Your a little bitch, you know that?" He said head tilted back and one arm draped across his eyes heaving deep breaths you just giggled kissing his thighs

"Where the fuck did that come from Anyway?" You just smirked licking your lip trying to collect the cum that had escaped from your mouth he groaned watching your pink tongue darting out.

“Meow?” You were a dangerous little kitten he decided. He looked down feeling your wet mitten then frowned a little before smiling deviously.

"Oh kitten? You didn't touch yourself did you?" You froze a little then sent him coy glance pulling your hands down slowly hoping he wouldn't notice. He caught your offending hand quickly

"Did you?" You shrugged feigning innocence as he pulled your hand up sniffing it you blushed

"It certainly smells like you" you whined at him flushing embarrassed making him chuckle, he licked a long strip of of the mitten slapping his lips as he puled away tutting.

"Oh i think you did didn't you? Because daddy knows exactly how you taste and that my sweet little kitten is definitely you on this little mitten, such a needy little kitty hm? Did suckling on daddy really make you that desperate? Poor little baby" you panted as he bent forward his pupils dominated the blue of his eyes hot and playful all in one he peered down at the wooden floor sighing.

"Such a messy little pussy you have" he pushed you back a little you ducked when his leg swung over you and he got up walking to the counter again you watched carefully as he approached the box you took the time to admire his taught ass as he bent forward a little reaching inside picking something out then folded the towel over his arm then hear the distinct sound of leather cracking on an open palm. You snapped out of your ass worshiping gaze eyes flicking to his hands as he spun around looking at him as he held a new leather paddle with a paw print on it he smiled slyly crooking a finger at you. Come here. You gulped then rose from your spot on the floor crawling toward him gulping.

"You know kitten you was very reckless at the door earlier it was very naughty trying to torture daddy and playing with yourself without permission? I think you should be.....Corrected shall we say, for future reference just as a deterrent?. After all prevention is better then cure isn't it?" he licked his lips watching you squirm on the spot just across the kitchen island he tested the small paddle again. Your whole body ceased up as he stared at you.

"Erm N-no lets not how about best two out of three? You know three strikes and your out?" He chuckled shaking his head.

"Oh baby but that was three strikes and how many times do i have to tell you? kittens don't talk do they?" You pouted trying to sit your bottom down only to jerk it back up as your tail plug pressed deeper and the soft fur tickled your leg... not only that you didn't want to get it wet with your arousal

"Come kitten what do you say?" You blushed

"Meow" his face lit up yet his eyes only got darker

"That’s it such a clever kitty, but I must say you will be getting more then three strikes of your new paddle trust me now come round here like a good girl" you crawled around to his side squeaking as he lifted you effortlessly bending you over the counter you hissed as your breasts squished into the freezing cold marble your toes didn't touch the floor as he shuffled you up with the edge of the island on your thighs. He stood off to the side a little admiring the way your grey tail hung between your legs, the pitiful noises were delicious he grunted feeling himself twitch already starting to harden again he patted you bottom drawing lines along the soft skin moving to your slit following up towards the plug lifting the tail holding it taught in a fist but not pulling it out just tugging enough to make it press down into your pussy from behind. You moaned squirming trying to follow it as he held it high toes scrabbling up the cupboard door failing.

"Oh baby that's so cute, you know I can see your pussy trying to find something to latch on to, does it feel hot? Is it empty? Sweet kitten you see if you had been a good girl following your rules, if you had stopped when daddy said and asked to touch yourself daddy would already be balls deep, battering away at your needy little pussy painting your insides with his cum... but no instead you hand to be a naughty girl and will have to settle for your paddle." You cried out as he circled your twitching clit as he spoke emphasizing words with shallow thrusts on his fingers he pulled away picking up the paddle striking your lower cheeks and pussy making you jump and moan hearing a wet slap as the sting settled in he pulled away running a hand over the pink spot

"Oohh look at that hah you have a little paw print on your tush now,I think fifteen will do don't you sweety? Five for each naughty thing you did? You know normally I would have you count and say thank you, but well seeing as your a kitten today you should meow instead" You groaned as he lifted it again slapping a bit harder this time you yelped as he aimed for the under curve of your left cheek then meowed dutifully.

"Very good again" he struck you again lower on your thigh no harder then before this time you meowed again moaning as your pussy clenched dripping on your touching thighs. You closed your eyes tight as he continued peppering your ass with the paddle the final five landed in quick succession on your weeping pussy you meowed loud and hard sobbing each pussy spank had directly struck the underside of your clit. Throwing the paddle on the counter he cupped your red swollen lips his hand cooling the burn. He smiled then tilted his hips up bringing his fully erect cock to your entrance. Throwing the towel down on the floor. You sobbed higher as he drew lines on your slit teasing your muscles you jerked against him just on the edge of cumming kicking out your legs.

"You know I have been doing some reading about squirting, I think I've sussed out how to make it happen on command shall we test it out?" You shook your head grunting as he thrust forward you cried out feeling him force your walls apart making room for his fat throbbing cock it stung more then ever with your weight on your tummy and plug in your ass but you loved it.

"Ugh! NOOO!AH AH FUCK!" You mewled grunting at each punishing thrust stretching you he was fighting the plug in your ass for room holding firm he grinded your clit you screeched as he angled his hips and tugged up on the tail making the embedded metal run along his cock growling. Before you knew what happened your body ceased walls tightened clamping around his cock moaning and gasping releasing, flooding over him he laughed groaning as your steady stream of cum hit his abdomen and washed over him.

"Oh fuck! yes I knew you could do it good girl, fuck that's so HOT! again more come on baby you can do it! Give it to daddy once more then I'll fill you" he grunted doubling his efforts stroking his cock around inside of you giving sharp tugs to your tail jolting you back against him to meet his brutal hips making you whimper at the harsh treatment one of his hand snuck below you pinching your clit almost jerking it off.

"FUCK I’m nearly there KITTEN! OH SHIT! Fuckfuckfuck you better fucking cum for me! Or I'll get the wand out again!" That did it You threw your head back placing your toes on the cupboard door rocking against him cumming again long and hard, so hard you couldn't make a sound all the air left you and you just hung there your mouth hanging open in a silent scream he grunted gabbing your shoulders pulling you back to him making your spine curve painfully as you fell apart around him again your sopping pussy sucking on him trying to trap him with on final painful thrust he growled rubbing his cock head on your cervix releasing torrents of cum into you. He lowered your shoulders down feeling you go limp taking a moment to catch his breath then he pulled the box towards him panting heavy fishing out another plug

"NOnonono please Henry no moreIi cant-I came again I promise I did please don't get the wand out!" You panicked pleading with him as his hand disappeared into the box pushing back on him, he smiled waving a dildo plug on your face

"Not a wand see this is for your pussy love, to keep my cum inside you for the rest of the day.....after all you was a bad kitten" you mewled relaxing happy he wasn't going to torture you again to tired to argue you laid still as he pulled himself from you quickly plugging you up before anything could escape. You moaned and wriggled he slid you off of the counter to you feet quickly supporting you as you nearly dropped to the floor smirking a smug little smile you reached behind you to pull the tail from you he smacked your hand away

"Ohh no I think I will have you stay like this all day, at least then I know you wont answer the door" you gaped then pouted at him crossing your arms at him

"A-all day? What if I get cold" he chuckled walking across to the sofa throwing you his tshirt you quickly tried slipping it on but dropped it due to your mittens you sulked stamping a foot he pulled on his boxers then returned picking up the tshirt sliding it on you then quickly undid the mittens you flexed your fingers when they were free , he collected the damp towel on the floor wiping down your thighs and between your legs you took the other end patting his pelvis down blushing realizing just how much mess you'd made you looked down still wiping him tears sprung to your eyes sniffling

"Oh god this is so embarrassing" could hear the quiver in your voice, ready to cry out of shame he growled not having non of that he shook his head hooking his fingers into your collar pulling you up on your tiptoes forcing you to look him in the eye.

"Not its fucking hot! I cant believe how sexy that was feeling you cum so thoroughly, drenching me uncontrollably, fuck it was the most amazing feeling! And I cant wait to make you soak me again and again, one day I’m going to drink it from you." You blushed shocked by his words as he leaned in kissing you passionately sucking on your tongue he pulled away tossing the towel into the washing machine then pulled the leather cuffs from the loops in the mittens throwing then in as well quickly turning it on to rinse and dry. Then quickly he scooped you up settling back on the couch, you squirmed pulling the tail from under you he held it up your back lightly then handed you the controller.

"Now show me your Jurassic park d-did you let the t rex out?" You smiled giggling at him nodding then snugged back into him as you started making a new paddock in the game. These next few months were going to be the best of your life if today was anything to go by.

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill fic #henry cavill smut #henry cavill #quarantine writing

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p3ach3snplums · 3 years ago

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I (YOU) KEEP YOU (ME) SAFE, YOU ( I) KEEP ME (YOU) WILD

A RESUME OF EMMA AND DANNIE FRIENDSHIP THROUGH SONGS

Listen ( x )

@dcmidevil

1.-Don´t Stop Believin —Glee Cast

2.-Keep Holding On —Glee Cast

3.-I`ll Stand By You —Glee Cast

4.-Lean On Me —Glee Cast

5.- Valerie —Glee Cast

6.-True Colors —Glee Cast

7.-My Life Would Suck With Out You —Glee Cast

8.-Express Yourself —Glee Cast

9.-Beautiful —Glee Cast

10.-Listen —Glee Cast

11.-Rose´s Turn —Glee Cast

12.-Beth —Glee Cast

13.-Uptown Girl —Glee Cast

14.-Sweet Transvestie —Glee Cast

15.-Baby, It´s Cold Outside —Glee Cast

16.-Me Against The Music —Glee Cast

17.-Toxic —Glee Cast

18.-Hell To The No —Glee Cast

19.-River Deep, Mountain High —Glee Cast

20.-Teenage Dream —Glee Cast

21.-Just The Way You Are —Glee Cast

22.-Fat Bottomed Girls —Glee Cast

23.-Take Me Or Leave Me —Glee Cast

24.-Don´t You Want Me —Glee Cast

25.-Landslide —Glee Cast

26.-Loser Like Me —Glee Cast

27.-I Feel Pretty / Unpretty —Glee Cast

28.-Born This Way —Glee Cast

29.-Go Your Own Way —Glee Cast

30.-Dancing Queen —Glee Cast

31.-Defying Gravity —Glee Cast

32.-Silly Love Songs —Glee Cast

33.-Raise Your Glass —Glee Cast

34.-Paradise By The Dashboard Light —Glee Cast

35.-Extraordinary Merry Christmas —Glee Cast

36.-You Can´t Stop The Beat —Glee Cast

37.-Any Way You Want It / Loving Touching Squeezin —Glee Cast

38.-Run The World (Girls) —Glee Cast

39.-Girls Just Want To Have Fun —Glee Cast

40.-Forget You —Glee Cast

41.-So Emotional —Glee Cast

42.-We Are Young —Glee Cast

43.-Edge Of Glory —Glee Cast

44.-We Are The Champions —Glee Cast

45.-I´ll Remember —Glee Cast

46.-It´s Time —Glee Cast

47.-Mine —Glee Cast

48.-My Dark Side —Glee Cast

49.-Listen to Your Heart —Glee Cast

50.-Time After Time —Glee Cast

51.-Broadway Baby —Glee Cast

52.-Not While I´m Around —Glee Cast

53.-Brave —Glee Cast

54.-Halo /Walking On Sunshine —Glee Cast

55.-You´re My Best Friend —Glee Cast

56.-Popular —Glee Cast

57.-Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead —Glee Cast

58.-Sexy And I Know It —Glee Cast

59.-Stand —Glee Cast

60.-Here´s To Us —Glee Cast

61.-What Doesn´t Kill You —Glee Cast

62.-Holding Out For A Hero —Glee Cast

63.-Bohemian Rhapsody —Glee Cast

64.-I Still Believe / Super Bass —Glee Cast

65.-Americano / Dance Again —Glee Cast

66.-Bitch —Glee Cast

67.-Perfect —Glee Cast

68.-Let´s Have a Kiki /Turkey Lurkey Time —Glee Cast

69.-Run Joey Run —Glee Cast

70.-I Lived —Glee Cast

71.-Sincerely, Me —DEH OBC

72.-Yoü And I —Ben Platt

73.-Bad Romance —Lady Gaga

74.-Poker Face —Lady Gaga

75.-imagine —Ben Platt

76.-So Will I —Ben Platt

77.-For Good —Wicked OBC

78.-Satisfied —Hamilton OBC

79.-Bring Him Home —LES MIS

80.-In The Heights —ITH OMS

81.-America —WSS

82.-Wait for It —Hamilton OBC

83.-96.000 —ITH OMS

84.-She Used to Be Mine —Waitress OBC

85.-And I Am Telling You I´m Not Going —Dreamgirls

86.-He´s My Boy —ETAJ OWEC

87.-On My Own —Les Mis OLC

88.-Wif In A Box —HATAI

89.-I´ll Cover You —Rent OMS

90.-No Reason —Beetlejuice OBC

91.-Say My Name —Beetlejuice OBC

92.-Everyday I Love You —ViVi

93.-Love Cherry Motion —Choerry

94.-ViViD —HeeJin

95.-Red —Taylor Swift

96.-We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together —Taylor Swift

97.-Girl At Home —Taylor Swift

98.-Ours —Taylor Swift

99.-Speak Now —Taylor Swift

100.-seven —Taylor Swift

101.-The Best Day (Taylor´s Version) —Taylor Swift

102.-Wildest Dreams (Taylor´s Version) —Taylor Swift

103.-Welcome To New York —Taylor Swift

104.-Shake It Off —Taylor Swift

105.-New Romantics —Taylor Swift

106.-This Is Why We Can´t Have Nice Things —Taylor Swift

107.-Safe —All Time Low

108.-hope ur ok —Olivia Rodrigo

109.-Más Oscuro —Like La Leyenda

110.-Count on Me —Bruno Mars

111.-You´ve Got a Friend in Me —Randy Newman

112.-Oath— Jocelyn Scofield

113.-Most Girls —Hailee Steinfeld

114.-22 —Taylor Swift

115.-Roar —Katy Perry

116.-Hey Girl —Lady Gaga

117.-Immortals —FOB

118.-Amigas Cheethas —The Cheetha Girls

119.-Girls —The 1975

120.-Girls On TV —The Vamps

121.-Sad Song —The Vamps

122.-What Makes You Beautiful —One Direction

123.-One Thing —One Direction

124.-I Want —One Direction

125.-Save You Tonight —One Direction

126.-Stole My Heart —One Direction

127.-Stand Up —One Direction

128.-Na Na Na —One Direction

129.-Live While We´re Young —One Direction

130.-Kiss You —One Direction

131.-Little Things —One Direction

132.-Heart Attack —One Direction

133.-I Would —One Direction

134.-They Don´t Know About Us —One Direction

135.-Truly Madly Deeply —One Direction

136.-Best Song Ever —One Direction

137.-Strong —One Direction

138.-Does He Know? —One Direction

139.-Half a Heart —One Direction

140.-Steal My Girl —One Direction

141.-18 —One Direction

142.-Where Do Broke Hearts Go —One Direction

143.-Night Changes —One Direction

144.-No Control —One Direction

145.-Fireproof —One Direction

146.-Act My Age —One Direction

147.-Drag Me Down —One Direction

148.-Perfect —One Direction

149.-Infinity —One Direction

150.-History —One Direction

151.-Golden —Harry Styles

152.-Falling —Harry Styles

153.-Treat People With Kidness —Harry Styles

154.-Back to You —Louis Tomlinson

155.-Miss You —Louis Tomlinson

156.-Just Hold On —Louis Tomlinson

157.-Strip That Down —Liam Payne

158.-Sunshine —Liam Payne

159.-This Town —Niall Horan

160.-Too Much To Ask —Niall Horan

161.-Heartbreak Weather —Niall Horan

162.-Dear Patience —Niall Horan

163.-Nice To Meet Ya —Niall Horan

164.-No Judgement —Niall Horan

165.-Love (Sweet Love) —Little Mix

166.-Wings —Little Mix

167.-Always Be Together —Little Mix

168.-Mr Loverboy —Little Mix

169.-Salute —Little Mix

170.-Black Magic —Little Mix

171.-Love Me Like You —Little Mix

172.-Secret Love Song —Little Mix

173.-Hair —Little Mix

174.-Love Me or Leave Me —Little Mix

175.-Secret Love Song, Pt.II —Little Mix

176.-Hair feat. Sean Paul —Little Mix

177.-Shout Out to My Ex —Little Mix

178.-Reggaetón Lento —Little Mix

179.-Power —Little Mix

180.-No More Sad Songs —Little Mix

181.-Woman Like Me —Little Mix

182.-Love a Girl Right —Little Mix

183.-Break Up Song —Little Mix

184.-A Mess (Happy 4 U) —Little Mix

185.-No Time For Tears —Little Mix

186.-I´m In Love With a Monster —Fifth Harmony

187.-That´s My Girl —Fifth Harmony

188.-Worth It —Fifth Harmony

189.-Them Girls Be Like —Fifth Harmony

190.-Work from Home —Fifth Harmony

191.-The Feels —TWICE

192.-LALISA —LISA

193.-MONEY —LISA

194.-good 4 u —Olivia Rodrigo

195.-Misery Business —Paramore

196.-Hedwig´s Theme —HPS

197.-Sálvame —RBD

198.-Rotten to the Core —Descendants Cast

199.-What´s My Name —Descendants Cast

200.-Lovesick Girls —BLACKPINK

Al inicio pensé en poner Lyrics o que te dedico de ciertas canciones, o que son iconícas, o que cantamos juntas, pero llegó el punto en que dije Va a quedar enorme, y tumblr no va a aguantar esto.

Pero este es una especie de resumen de nuestra amistad de años en 200 canciones (iban a hacer más pero dije que me iba a mamar y pues no). Incluyen canciones que amamos, canciones que nos hicieron llorar, canciones de momentos TOP en glee, canciones que me obligaste a escuchar, canciones de bandas que amamos, canciones de Taylor porque si, canciones que te dedico, canciones que me dedicas, canciones que cantamos a todo pulmón, canciones de cosas que nos unen, canciones que me recuerdan a ti, en sí un poco de todo.

El nombre de la playlist sé que es la frase de Natasha y Luna, pero somos nosotras también porque muchas veces somos el lugar seguro de la otra, o la que la lleva a hacer cosas locas.

En fin cualquier duda de alguna canción favor de comunicarse a servicio a cliente, pero recuerda que te amo.

Y FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS EM

Con todo mi amor Dannie

#♪i keep you safe you keep me wild |emma bebe

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merakiaes · 5 years ago

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On Your Knees - Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Requested: Yes.

Prompts: #48, #57 and #66 from the fluff/humour-list.

Warnings/notes: Indications to smut, but no full smut. Sorry if it’s shit. I had to mix and match two requests and it was hard to get everything working together so I hope this is readable xD I changed the form of the prompts a bit to make them fit better.

Wordcount: 2902

Summary: You go on a date, Tommy gets jealous and interferes, and it ends up with you doing the dirty. Basically.

Dating wasn’t easy when you were the long-term best friend of Tommy Shelby, the infamous leader of the Peaky Blinders.

He had always been protective over you, as had his brothers, but the possessiveness he held over you hadn’t made an appearance until you were about fifteen when boys started noticing you and asking you out on dates.

You accepted the possessive protectiveness the first few times, hoping that maybe he had feelings for you. But when he never made a move, your appreciation for his behavior quickly turned into loathing, said behavior making you lose all interest in romance after a time.

Tonight was the first night you had reciprocated a man’s advances and accepted to go on a date for… probably more than two years.

You had really grown so tired of Tommy constantly interfering your dating life that you had distanced yourself from any other men than him and his brothers all together.

But you were done with letting his mannerisms control your life. It was absolutely none of his business what you did on your spare time and who you were with.

Still, to avoid getting interrupted like you had all the other times you had attempted dating, you had done everything in your power to keep your plans a secret from everyone that associated themselves with the Peaky Blinders.

The only person you had told about your plans of going out was Polly, solely for the purpose of getting her to keep Tommy away if he, against all odds, still found out what you were up to.

The evening had started wonderfully.

Robert, as the man’s name was, had picked you up in his car at around six in the afternoon, complimenting your navy blue dress, kissing your hand and opening the door for you like a true gentleman.

You had started out with dinner at a nice restaurant a bit outside of Small Heath, then going to the pictures for a re-run of Frankenstein where you had been sneaking kisses at the back of the salon through the entire film, having you feeling like you were sixteen all over again.

And after the movie, you had ended up at the Garrison.

You had insisted that you go to another pub, despite knowing that Tommy and his brothers had other plans that night being nervous that he would catch word about your whereabouts and the company you kept.

But Robert, in turn, had insisted that he didn’t want to go anywhere else. And although you had wanted to punch him in the face for going against your wishes without even taking them into consideration, you agreed, too stubborn to let a night that had been amazing so far go down in the drain because of Tommy.

You had been there for about forty minutes now without any disturbances, drinking, sharing stories and jokes and just having a good time in general.

But like always when you tried having a good time without Tommy, it was bound to come to an end eventually.

Unbeknownst to you, Finn had come some while ago to fetch a bottle of whiskey for his brothers who were working late in the betting shop.

Being too wrapped up in your conversation, you hadn’t noticed him at all and therefor paid him no mind. Of course, being the loyal brother he was, he had turned around in the door the second he saw you, forgetting all about the whiskey and running straight back home to tell on you.

And only five minutes later, Tommy, John and Arthur had entered the pub, catching your eye instantly.

“Shit.” You cursed under your breath as you spotted them, trying to hide your face behind your hair.

Robert looked over at you with a questioning glance. “What’s wrong?”

You simply stood up, grabbing your jacket from the back of the chair. “Do you want to get out of here?”

Of course, he didn’t protest, without a doubt thinking he was going to get some with the way he hurriedly threw back the rest of his drink before standing up and grabbing his own jacket, putting it on.

But you didn’t get very far, as Arthur had now spotted you and pointed you out to Tommy, said man starting to walk over while Arthur and John lingered by the bar, ready to back him up if anything was to go down, which was exactly what you were trying to avoid.

Tommy reached you just as Robert was starting to lead you off, wasting no time in getting into his face.

“What a surprise to find you here, (Y/N).” Tommy greeted you, raising his eyebrows slightly. “Polly told me you were home sick and wanted to be left alone.”

You only sighed, rolling your eyes and grabbing a hold of Robert’s arm. “Well, she wasn’t lying about the last part.” You answered, not even bothering to lie as you knew it wouldn’t make a difference. “We were just leaving so you can have our table if you want. Come on, Robert.”

You tugged on his arm slightly, and he wasted no time in moving to follow, the two of you making an attempt to walk around Tommy. But surprise, surprise, he only took a step backwards, keeping himself in your way.

“You’re not going to introduce me?” He asked with a mocking smile teasing at his lips, eyebrows raised.

You glared at him, knowing exactly what he was doing. “Tommy, this is Robert. Robert, Tommy. Now, if you’ll excuse us.”

“What is it you do, Robert?” Tommy kept going, taking another step backwards when you attempted to round him again, and this time you weren’t the only time to pick up on his antics and get annoyed, Robert letting out an aggravated sigh.

“Look, you’re ruining a very good night.” He spoke, glaring at Tommy as if he had no idea who he was. You really hoped for his sake that you were wrong. “So if you would just get out of our way and leave me and the lady be, that would be great.”

You then felt Robert’s hand, that had previously been resting at your waist, slide down to land on your bottom, and that’s when you realized he either really didn’t know who he was talking to, or he just didn’t care. Either way, he was doomed.

Tommy noticed his hand moving south and you immediately recognized the look in his eye.

“Tommy.” You warned, glaring, but he paid you no mind.

Much to your surprise, however, he didn’t launch himself at Robert like you expected him to, but rather took a calm step closer to the two of you, reaching out and grabbing a hold of Robert’s hand, forcing it off your body, all while keeping eye contact with the slightly taller man.

And that’s when all hell broke lose, Robert being the one to make the first move and landing a harsh blow right in Tommy’s face, sending him flying backwards into the nearest table.

You yelled out in surprise, jumping backwards for a moment, before quickly launching yourself forward when Tommy launched himself at Robert, the two starting to land blow after blow on each other, causing the entire pub to break out into chaos.

Seeing as they were only one on one, Arthur and John stayed back, laughing at the scene in front of them, most likely at the fate Robert was sure to suffer.

“Tommy!” You yelled, jumping into the fight and trying to pull them apart, but to no use. You only got pushed away, stumbling into a man you didn’t know, Tommy not listening to a single one of your calls. And the same went for Robert.

“Tom, cut it out! Tommy!” You tried again, jumping back in to try to get them a part, flinching when he landed a punch right at Robert’s nose, resulting in a nasty crack to cut through the air.

But when you once again got pushed back, you knew you had to bring out the big guns, yelling at the top of your lungs.

“Thomas Michael Shelby!”

Everyone stopped what they were doing at the sound of your furious call.

The laughter and cheering died down, you could see how the smiles were wiped off of both John and Arthur’s faces, the two clearing their throats to calm their laughter down.

Tommy had stopped himself mid-punch, one of his hands holding on to Robert’s collar, and the other raised in a fist directed to his face, but his eyes were now looking straight into yours.

Not once breaking the stare, you marched up to him and slapped his hand away from Robert’s collar and grabbed a hold of the sleeve of his shirt, starting to pull him away.

“Come on, let’s go.” You told him sternly, and he didn’t dare protest, following behind you while the crowd cleared out of your way.

But before you got too far, Robert called out from behind you. “What? You’re going with him? After he came in here, ruined our date and attacked me?”

Before you could stop yourself, you had let go of Tommy’s sleeve and whipped back around, marched back up to Robert and punched him in the face, landing a perfect blow to his probably already broken nose.

A few of the women in the pub let out sounds of surprise, but you paid them no mind, simply pointing a finger at your date who was now holding his nose in pain.

“You ought to know better than to start a fight with a Peaky Blinder, especially in a place they own. You hit one of them, you start a war with all of us. And that’s a war you won’t win.” You told him coldly, not waiting around long enough for a response before turning back around.

Arthur and John were laughing mockingly at the man, roaring out in amusement. “That’s right! You don’t mess with us Peaky Blinders!”

But you didn’t pay them any mind either, simply shoving right past Tommy and out of the Garrison, stomping down the street with him close behind.

Back at his office, you didn’t even bother being soft with him as you cleaned the cuts on his face, pressing down extra hard on his split lip with the rag you had soaked in alcohol.

He hissed at the sensation, but said nothing, knowing better.

“What is it with you and always putting your nose in my business, huh?” You asked him, pressing down on his cut again and refusing to meet his eyes.

You may have been the one to deliver the last blow to your date after he had insulted your family, but you were still pissed beyond relief that Tommy had intervened in the first place.

Obviously, you didn’t like Robert enough to actually picture another date with him. But just like any human being, you had needs too. And unlike the men, you couldn’t just walk into a whorehouse and get them taken care of. You needed to fix it on your own, and once again, Tommy had prevented you from doing so.

“I didn’t like him.” He spoke back simply, analyzing your face as you moved on to a cut in his eyebrow, cleaning it off before pressing a small piece of tissue into the small, open wound to stop it from bleeding further.

You snorted at his mediocre response, shaking your head. “You don’t like anyone.”

He raised his eyebrows as you finally let yourself meet his gaze. “I like you.”

“Yeah?” You inquired, throwing the bloody rag onto his desk and taking a step back as he stood up. “Then why won’t you let me live my life the way I want it? Why do you have to intervene in every single thing I do?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, not giving him any time to answer. “Are you jealous, is that it?” You asked. “Does it anger you to see me with other men?”

You expected him to say something, to tell you that no, he didn’t mind, he just wanted to see you safe, but when he said nothing, he gave you all the answer you needed, and a mocking smirk quickly rose to your lips.

“Oh, you are jealous, aren’t you?”

He looked genuinely confused at the sight of the teasing smirk now playing at your lips. “You’re not angry at me?”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing.

“No, I’m not angry at you. In fact, I think it’s kind of hot when you defend me like that.” You corrected him, raising your eyebrows slightly but tightening your arms over your chest. “But I’m sexually frustrated because you keep denying me of the release I plan on getting by going out on dates. You men aren’t the only ones who need to fuck, you know?”

Now you had gone back to glaring at him, and you half expected him to say sorry like he always did. Not that he ever meant or kept it, but still. But instead, he only took a step closer, bringing his hand up to touch a strand of your hair.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that’s what you needed, then?” He asked in a low voice, and no matter how hard you tried keeping you cool, the shock of his response made the glare falter from your face and caused your arms to drop limp to your sides.

“I- What?” You asked, sucking in a breath as you were backed into the wall. You took a moment to collect yourself under his intense stare, before narrowing your eyes slightly. “Are you flirting with me?”

He didn’t answer, instead, the corner of his lip only tugged upwards slightly, and before you got any time to react, his lips were pressed against yours, having the back of your head slamming into the wall behind you.

But you couldn’t be bothered with the pain. If anything, it only made the feeling erupting in your stomach even more intense.

Your body reacted as if out of pure animalistic instincts, your hands shooting out to grab and tug at his hair while his fell down to your waist to tug you even closer, as if it was even possible to get any closer with the way he was pressing you into the wall.

Your heart picked up speed almost instantly, feeling as if it was going to jump straight out of your chest, and so did your lungs, burning with the same desire that was bubbling in the pit of your stomach and your chest.

Grabby hands were everywhere within the next few seconds, tugging at everything they could find while your lips molded together, tongues fighting for a battle neither of you seemed to be willing to lose.

Tommy let out a throaty groan as you tugged harshly on his hair, the sound getting muffled by your mouth and his hands responding by squeezing down at your ass, pushing your pelvis up into his.

The feeling had your hands away from his hair and pulling at his tie almost instantly, fondling with it for a few seconds before getting it lose. You threw it to the floor and started working on the buttons of his shirt with shaky hands and rushed motions, while Tommy’s hands moved from to your back where he started unbuttoning your dress.

In a flurry of hands and messy kisses, Tommy was soon left in only his slacks, and you in only your black underdress.

As you were working on the zipper of his pants, his mouth left yours and traveled down your jaw and neck, leaving wet, sloppy kisses in his wake and drawing sweet moans of ecstasy from your lips that were now, without a doubt, smudged with red lipstick.

You grabbed at his hair as he worked away at your neck for a moment, but when you felt his hands starting to brush the straps of your underdress down your shoulders, you snapped your eyes open and pushed him away by his chest.

The sudden and harsh action caused him to stumble slightly, but he quickly regained his balance, his eyes meeting yours.

His usually baby blue eyes were now several shades darker, his pupils so dilated you almost could have thought he was high on drugs.

Both of your chests were heaving up and down both from the excitement and from being out of breath. None of you spoke for a moment, just staring at each other with hungry eyes, but then you pushed yourself off the wall you were leaning on for support, and Tommy spoke up.

“Where do you want me?”

Without ever breaking eye contact, you slowly started walking towards him, brushing one of the straps down your shoulders, taking your sweet time just in order to make him as frustrated as he had made you the past few years.

Only when you were standing right in front of him again did you let any emotion show, a wicked grin rising to your lips as you answered.

“On your knees, Shelby.”

Like a dog would his master, he did as ordered, slowly sinking to his knees without ever looking away from your eyes, and as you brushed off the second strap and let your nightdress fall to your ankles, he wasted no time in getting to work.

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Chapters: 9/20 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James, Rosie Zampano, Oliver Banks, Original Elias Bouchard, Peter Lukas, Annabelle Cane, Melanie King Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It, Scars, Eventual Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, I'll add characters and tags as they come up, Reference to injuries and blood, Character Death In Dream, Nudity (not sexual or graphic), Nightmares, Fighting Summary: Following the events of MAG 200, Jon and Martin find themselves in a dimension very much like the one they came from--with second chances and more time.

Chapter Summary: Jon returns to work, and Melanie King interviews for a position as archival assistant that Elias forgot to mention he had posted. Martin cuts Jon's hair.

Chapter 9 of my post-canon fix-it fic is out and yes, I jumped on the haircut fluff bandwagon.

Read above at AO3 or read here below.

Tumblr master post with links to previous chapters is here.

***

Jon returned to work the day after they learned about (or more rightly, remembered) the Leitners. Martin had very mixed feelings about it. Even though Jon was eating again and getting enough sleep and making a show of taking his vitamins, Martin wasn’t sure he’d ever feel like he had taken enough time to recover. More than once, he found himself daydreaming about what it might be like if Jon just decided he was never going back to the Institute. Sure, Jon had said it wasn’t an option, but that was before—well, before now. Maybe, if things weren’t going like he’d assumed, he could be convinced to work somewhere else and finally get away from all of this. Or maybe work nowhere, if he wanted. Martin could make that work. He’d taken care of two people on one job before.

On the other hand, the Leitners had really shaken him. It felt like the Institute was sitting on a bomb that could go off at any time if someone took a wrong step—and most of the people walking on it didn’t even know it was there. If it ever had felt as simple as just leaving, it certainly didn’t now. And as long as that was the situation, he needed Jon there. They all needed Jon there.

He’d actually assumed Jon would head straight for the Leitner Room when he got back, but he didn’t. When he asked him about it, Jon’s answer was that Martin had already been there, and there wasn’t any point. That caught Martin off guard—after all, this was the man who not even two weeks ago had re-read every document Martin had tried to read for him—but when he pointed that out, Jon shrugged.

“Maybe I’m trying something different.”

Martin gave him a look. “Really?”

“Why not?” Jon gave what passed for a smile with him this week, and Martin felt like he had to accept it. “Besides, we don’t want to risk drawing attention to them. I think that’s the worst thing we could do.”

The rest of the week was mostly uneventful. Even Jon spent some time in the stacks helping out with client requests, which they somehow had still not caught up on. The only thing that stuck out was that once, on his way out of Sasha’s office, Martin found Jon at his desk going over several page of hand-written text and decided to ask him about it.

“So… Sasha said that people were still coming by with—stories, I guess?”

“Yes.”

“Is that one of them?”

“Yes, I’ve been reviewing them. Sasha really doesn’t like reading them herself, so I’m—” He looked up at Martin. “What?”

“I just didn’t realize. That’s all. That—” Martin frowned down at the papers in front of Jon. “That looks an awful lot like… well, a statement.”

Jon followed Martin’s eyes back to his desk. “I suppose it does. I hadn’t thought about it.”

Martin found the resemblance vaguely troubling, though he couldn’t put his finger on why it stood out to him. Nothing had changed, really, it was just about what it looked like. There were certainly enough other pressing things happening.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mention it,” Jon said, putting his hand on Martin’s arm.

“No, it’s—it’s fine. I guess I should have assumed people were still coming in… I don’t know why it’s bothering me.” He shook his head and squeezed Jon’s hand briefly before turning to head back to the stacks. “I know you’d tell me if there was anything serious. Well, it’s all serious, but anything we could—you know what I mean.”

“Martin, I—"

“No, it’s really all right. I’m just worried about everything, I guess. Sorry for interrupting.”

“You weren’t,” he heard Jon say behind him as he left.

Otherwise, though, things almost seemed to be looking up. Even Tim, spotting Martin on a ladder while reshelving some heavy volumes, commented that Jon looked better.

“I mean—I feel like he does?” Martin agreed, straining to make room on the shelf at an awkward angle without dropping the book in his hand. “I think some—time off—actually did him some good.”

“Or maybe he was so heartbroken about missing our lunch together that he decided he couldn’t stay home another day.”

“I’m sure that was it, Tim.” Martin rolled his eyes as he finally managed to squeeze the book onto the shelf.

Tim was ready to hand him another volume from the cart when he paused, looking up at Martin and down at the cart again. “Wait, was that number—did it end with .5268 or .57?”

Martin looked back at the book he’d just placed on the shelf. “Let’s see—damn it, it was .57.” They hadn’t been paying attention, and they’d managed to miss the poorly placed divider on the cart. Now Martin was going to have to get the book back out of the shelf he’d only barely managed to squeeze it onto, although that maybe explained why it had been so difficult in the first place.

“Sorry,” Tim said. “That was my fault.”

“No, not really. I could have caught it too.”

“Be careful.” Tim shifted to the other side of the ladder as Martin leaned precariously toward the book that now didn’t want to come back out. “You know, Jon’s lucky to have you to take care of him.”

Martin was glad he could blame the color in his face on his efforts to pull the book.

“Are you taking care of yourself?”

“Um—what?” He almost had it now. “I guess? Yes? What are you getting at?”

“Just that I’m still here to listen. If you want to talk about—what happened.”

The book finally came loose, and Martin barely managed to hang on to it and keep his balance on the ladder—but he did. “Here,” he said, tossing it down to Tim once he’d regained his footing. It was his only answer.

***

Even the weekend felt better. He was finally relaxing a little bit about the Leitners—after all, they’d been there for several months and nothing had happened yet, and they were flagged now if anyone asked about one. There were very few people with a key to the room—just the others in the archives and maybe Elias—and none of them were likely to take a sudden interest in them as long as they didn’t attract it.

Jon stayed in bed with him. They went to the store. They made breakfast together—well, Martin made breakfast, but it was a real breakfast with eggs and bacon, and Jon watched him make it with more admiration than it deserved. At some point, Martin borrowed Jon’s trimmer, the one he used on his beard, and finally gave himself the haircut he’d been needing. It felt nice; it felt like a normal thing to do. Afterward, he checked on Jon in the sitting room and found him reading.

“Reading anything important?” Martin asked from the doorway.

“Just a book,” Jon said, briefly holding up a small, worn paperback that Martin recognized from his bookshelf. He walked up behind the couch to look over Jon’s shoulder.

“Like—a normal book that regular people read?”

“A normal book, at least,” Jon said, temporarily closing the book on his thumb to look at Martin. “Oh. You did it. Your hair, I mean. It looks—it looks great.”

“You think?” Martin ran his hand over the shortest part, where he could feel the bristle of the fresh cut against his fingers. “You know, I think I finally found a couple grey hairs this time.”

“Get over it.” Jon lifted his thumb to check the page number and then let the book close entirely before turning to rest his head on his arms on the back of the couch. “You do not get to talk about grey hairs.”

“I wasn’t complaining, I was just mentioning it,” Martin protested. “And I like your grey, it makes you look—”

“Do not say distinguished,” Jon groaned. “Everyone always says that.”

“All right—I won’t.” Martin bent down to kiss Jon instead. Jon started to kiss him back, but Martin stood up. “No, I don’t want to distract you.”

“Oh.” Jon raised his eyebrows. “Is that how it is?”

“Yeah. It is. It’s been forever since you’ve read just a book, and—well, it was something you said you missed.” He kissed Jon one more time, but this time on the top of his head. “And… thank you.”

“For what?”

“For—for trying.”

Jon looked surprised for a moment, and then his face softened. “Martin—”

“Nope,” Martin said, backing away from the couch. “We’re done here. You read. I think I may actually go give poetry another shot.”

“Really?” Jon asked.

“Yeah.” Martin shrugged. “Some of my—his—notebooks were in the stuff from storage. Thought I might go through them and see if it’s any good. It’s not like I was doing a lot of writing—well, there.”

“All right.” Jon sat back on the couch, but turned to look at Martin one more time before opening his book. “You know—if you write anything you like, I’d—”

“Oh, don’t worry, I would never put you through that,” Martin joked. “Just—enjoy your book.”

Martin didn’t end up writing anything—just a line or two that he didn’t like anyway—but going through the notebooks was fascinating. He remembered writing most of the poems in them. For some of them, he could even pinpoint exactly what he had been thinking about when he wrote them, or what had inspired them. He wasn’t afraid anymore that he was losing memories; he found he could navigate memories from the two existences almost side by side now, if he tried. It wasn’t a perfect description, but it was sort of like comparing two different edits of the same document.

He didn’t really identify with the version of him that had written the poems in that notebook. In a way, they annoyed him; it felt like going back and reading things you wrote as a child. He had outgrown them, maybe. He felt like there was simultaneously so much more and so much less to everything he’d tried to capture than he’d understood at the time.

Still, that didn’t stop him from wishing he could have been that person, or stayed that person, or become that person—he wasn’t sure how to think of it, but there it was. He’d liked writing that poetry; it had made him happy, inane as it was. He wanted to like writing it again.

***

Of course, Monday brought another unexpected turn of events. It started with Elias walking into the assistants’ office while Sasha was briefing them on the day’s activities. He looked tired after the weekend, which Martin realized was typical for him, but also vaguely enthused.

“Everyone,” he announced, “I’ve brought someone by that I’d like you to meet. A candidate for our new archival assistant position.”

“Wait,” Sasha said, crossing her arms. “What new position?”

“The one you asked me to advertise.”

“Well, yes, but that was like eight and a half weeks ago. Things were—different. We have Jon and Martin back now, thank god. And you never got back to me, so I just assumed you were ignoring me.”

“I have never once ignored you.” Elias shook his head at Sasha in feigned shock. “And to prove it—you just told me last week you were still behind on the archiving work, and that you weren’t comfortable following up with the reports we’ve been receiving.”

“Technically what I said was that I don’t think we should be dealing with them at all, they’re really not what an archive—”

“And as I told you, although only god knows why, some of our patrons are quite interested in those reports. So, we will keep dealing with them, but this”—Elias held up a finger—“is where our candidate comes in. Look, Sasha, I really think you’ll like this—and as always, I promise you’ll get final approval.”

“All right,” Sasha threw her hands up. “Bring them in.”

“Rosie,” called Elias, “please show her in.”

Before Martin could process it, he found himself staring at Melanie King.

“Melanie,” he said, surprised.

“Oh—” Melanie turned to look at him, and her lack of recognition brought him back to the moment. “I’m sorry, have we met?”

“Um,” Martin stammered. “Well—no. I guess maybe I just—feel like I know you? From your YouTube channel.” He laughed uncomfortably.

“Oh, right,” Melanie appeared equally uncomfortable. “I get that sometimes. Um—well, not all that often, actually. Sorry, tell me your name?”

“I’m—I’m Martin Blackwood. I’m one of the assistants here.” He belatedly stepped out from his desk to shake her hand, and she smiled again.

“And I’m Tim Stoker.” Tim’s relative comfort as he also shook Melanie’s hand seemed to put her at ease, at least until she rested her eyes on Jon. He was still sitting at his desk.

“Jon,” Tim prompted him.

“Hm? Oh, right, I’m—”

“I’m guessing you’re Jonathan Sims,” Melanie said.

“That’s—” He seemed mildly surprised. “Yes. I am.”

“My partner, Georgie—Georgie Barker—she’s the one who saw the ad. Said she’d heard someone she used to know might be working here, and well—anyway, we talked about it, and eventually she convinced me to put in my application.”

Jon realized she was waiting for him to say something. “Oh,” he managed.

Her smile faded slightly. “Well, nice to put a name to a face, anyway.”

Elias gestured toward Sasha. “And this is Sasha James, our head archivist.”

“Hello, Ms. King,” Sasha said warmly as she stepped forward. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

“You too.” Melanie took the hand Sasha offered to her. “Mr. Bouchard—Elias—was just telling me about the work you do here, and if you don’t mind, I’d love to chat with you about it.”

“Of course,” Sasha said, leading the way to her office. “Come on in.” Elias followed behind, and they closed the door behind them.

Martin immediately pulled a chair over to Jon’s desk, leaning close and speaking quietly so that Tim couldn’t hear. “What do we do?”

Jon considered. “Nothing, I suppose.”

“But, well—can she—I mean, if she signs a contract, will it be like—”

“No,” Jon shook his head. “No, definitely not.”

“Are you sure?” Martin was still worried. “How can you—”

“I’m sure,” Jon said definitively. “No one’s getting stuck here. Look—that was all Jonah Magnus’s doing, completely. He doesn’t exist here, and when he did, he certainly didn’t have the ability to trap people in his employment.”

“Hm.” Martin still wasn’t entirely convinced.

“Martin, it’s fine,” Jon said, taking his hand. “If it weren’t—if I had any doubt—I’d stop it. I’d find a way. I wouldn’t let her go through that again.”

Martin nodded; Jon’s confidence, at least, gave him confidence. He went back to his desk and continued organizing his tasks for the day, although he was so distracted he hadn’t made much progress when Sasha’s door opened again. She walked out and closed it behind her, leaving Elias and Melanie inside.

“What do you all think?” she asked.

There was a brief silence, and then Tim spoke up first. “It’s a surprise, for sure, but if having someone else around helps you out, I’m all for it.”

“Well, she certainly doesn’t have the sort of background we usually look for, but as Elias pointed out, she has a lot of investigative experience.” Sasha leaned back to sit casually on the round desk in the middle of the office. “Normally that’s not something you’d need in an archive, but as long as we’re being asked to start following up on some of these statements—”

“I can follow up on those,” Jon interrupted. “She doesn’t need to—"

“Jon, onsite research and interviews are exactly what she does.”

“Yes, but as you’ve said, her credentials aren’t—”

“Oh, you’re a certified private detective?” Sasha asked with a note of sarcasm.

“I just meant for an archive—”

“I understand, and credentials are important, but I think we can also all agree that Martin, for example, has become an excellent assistant.”

Tim snorted. “Jon, I dare you to argue.”

Jon ignored him.

“Anyway, Jon,” Sasha continued, “I haven’t forgotten you’re interested in the statements too—I was going to ask you if you wouldn’t mind helping Melanie get adjusted. You know, help her out a bit. That’s assuming we go ahead with the offer and she accepts.”

Jon thought for a moment, then sighed. “All right. Yes.”

“Good,” Sasha said. “Martin, any thoughts?”

“Um—no,” Martin said. “I’m sure she’ll be—she’ll be fine.” Jon had said it would be fine.

“All right,” Sasha said, standing up. “I’ll tell Elias to make the offer.” She disappeared back into her office.

When they came back out, Melanie was smiling and chatting happily to Sasha about an episode of Ghost Hunt UK she and her crew had filmed in Glencoe. Part of Martin was still very nervous for her; the Institute clearly wasn’t the safest place in the world, even if she wasn’t caught there. Another part of him, though, maybe a bigger part, had missed her, and he would be glad to have her around—and seeing her and Sasha together gave him hope, somehow.

“Oh,” Melanie turned just before she and Elias left the office together. “Jon, Sasha mentioned that you’d be helping me get comfortable with things around here, and well—I’m looking forward to working with you.”

“Yes, of course,” Jon said, not looking up from his desk.

This time her smile vanished. “I’m sorry, did I—did I do something to offend you?”

Now Jon looked up. “What? Why would you say that?”

“It’s just—I feel like you already don’t like me.”

“I—no,” Jon said. “I’m—”

“He’s been ill,” Sasha said. “He’s still recovering. Please excuse him.”

“Oh,” Melanie said, but she looked doubtful. “In that case, I hope you feel better.”

“Right,” Jon nodded. “Thank you.”

After she left, Sasha turned to the assistants. “As you may have gathered, she’s already accepted the offer, and she’s quite happy about it. She’ll be starting on Thursday, and I’d like to suggest that instead of lunch this week, we go out to dinner that night to welcome her. Please try to make it, if you can.”

Martin wasn’t sure if he was dreading it, looking forward to it, or both.

***

“Ready for supper?” Martin asked when they got home that night.

“Actually, first—I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor.”

“Sure,” Martin said. “What is it?”

“Would you cut my hair for me?”

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Martin crossed his hands in front of his chest for emphasis. “I’m no good with scissors. I mean, I could try to trim the ends if—”

“I meant like yours. Well, not exactly like yours, that’s just—” He cleared his throat. “I want it short.”

“Why?” Martin asked, taken back.

“Would you hate it?”

“No!” Martin said immediately. “No, that—it’s just a big change.”

“Yes, exactly,” Jon agreed. “I think that’s why I want to do it. I mean, I won’t insist if you don’t—”

“No, it’s—if you’re sure, I’ll do it.”

They brought one of the chairs from the balcony into the bathroom. Jon reached back to pull the tie out of his hair, but Martin got there first. He tugged it loose, straightening out the strands that got caught on Jon’s shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” Jon asked again. “I think you’re more attached to it than I am.”

“Not really,” Martin lied, thinking about how he’d taken to brushing it out of Jon’s face while he’d been so out of it. He did kind of miss those moments. “I mean, it doesn’t actually matter how I feel, but—well, ok, give me a moment to say goodbye.”

“Whatever you need,” Jon said with amusement.

“No—no, I’m good.” Martin sighed and pulled it back again, this time into a low, loose ponytail. “So we’re absolutely going to get hair everywhere. I usually just take off my shirt and then jump under the shower afterward, but we could try a garbage bag or something—”

“I don’t mind.” Jon started to unbutton his work shirt, but then stopped. “You’re ok with it?”

“Why wouldn’t I—oh.” Martin suddenly realized he hadn’t seen Jon without a shirt on since the hospital after Hill Top Road, evidently not wanting to expose his scar again. “Jon, it’s—it’s fine. Sorry I didn’t realize before now.”

Jon still hesitated; Martin bent down and kissed him, reaching to undo the button under Jon’s fingers as he did. “Really, it’s fine. Just don’t black out.” He was trying to add some levity, although he wasn’t sure he pulled it off.

“I think I can manage that.” Jon finished unbuttoning the shirt; Martin took it from him as he pulled off the t-shirt underneath, and tossed them both out onto the bed. He deliberately avoided looking directly at Jon’s chest so as not to worry him.

“You’re really, really sure about this?” he asked, twisting his hand into the ponytail. “I mean, once this is gone—it’s gone.”

“Yes.”

“All right.” Martin took a deep breath, and with the scissors they’d borrowed from the kitchen cut his way through Jon’s hair, just above the tie. “There it is.”

“Oh god.” Jon wasn’t even looking at the hand Martin was holding up—he was looking at his reflection in the mirror and the uneven chin-length mop of hair that was left behind.

“We could leave it like that.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“I’m kidding. Here.” He set the hair down on the counter. “Although it is kind of rugged. With your beard, you’ve got a sort of lumberjack thing going on there.”

“Right—very rugged. Until I stand up.”

“Nothing wrong there. You’d be the world’s most adorable hipster lumberjack.”

The look Jon gave him in the mirror said everything.

“All right, all right—here we go.” The trimmer buzzed to life, and bit by bit, the remaining length fell away.

“Where did you learn to do this?” Jon asked.

“Oh—I had a—a friend who taught me years ago. I used to cut his hair.”

“A friend?” Jon asked.

Martin realized he’d stumbled over that pretty badly. “A boyfriend.”

“You can say that, you know. You don’t have to hide it.”

“No—I know.” Martin stopped cutting for a moment to switch out the guide. “Or I assumed, I guess. It’s just that we’ve never really talked about any of that stuff. Well, I know Georgie, obviously—knew Georgie? But that kind of just happened. It felt weird just now.”

“Well, next time it doesn’t have to.”

“Thanks. I—I really do appreciate that.”

Jon nodded. “I’m sorry that—we really did everything backward, didn’t we?”

“Couldn’t be helped.” Martin flicked the trimmer on and off to make sure the new guard was attached properly. “I mean, there are definitely things I wish were different, but it’s not like I regret it.”

“Me neither,” Jon said.

“Besides, we’ve got time to make up for it now.”

Something about the sad smile Martin saw reflected in the mirror made him lean down and press his mouth to Jon’s bare shoulder. It was nice for a moment, but he quickly found himself spitting out hair clippings. “Ok—I do regret that.”

“Oh god, sorry.” Jon turned to try to help him brush some of the pieces off his face.

“And that is why we took the shirt off in the first place,” Martin said when they had gotten most of it, still grimacing. “Anyway, I’m almost done here—just want to get a little more off the top.”

Jon nodded and turned back to face the mirror again, and Martin continued, mulling over the day’s events.

“Jon,” Martin said, “what was with you and Melanie today? You really did seem like you didn’t want to talk to her. Are you that upset about her working on the statements?”

“No, it wasn’t that. I mean, I don’t like it—I’d rather handle it myself, or with you—but that wasn’t it.”

“But I’m right, aren’t I? There was something.”

Jon hesitated, but finally answered. “I think it’s better to—try to stay unattached.”

Martin turned off the trimmer again. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before. “That’s why you’ve never taken Tim up on drinks, too, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Jon, you—you need friends.”

“They don’t need me. And they certainly wouldn’t want to be friends with me if they knew what I brought here.”

“Jon—”

“It’s just better if I keep my distance.”

“Well, I disagree. And I hope you’ll at least come to dinner on Thursday.” Martin could see there wasn’t a point in arguing at that moment. He turned the trimmer on for one last touch up, but didn’t spend much longer on it—he was pretty pleased with it, overall, and it was easy to ruin a good cut by being too picky.

“What do you think?” he asked when he was finished; he was actually nervous to hear the answer.

“It looks great,” Jon said, turning his head in the mirror to look at both sides. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“It really wasn’t that hard,” Martin answered, but now that he knew Jon liked it he had to admit he was feeling pretty proud of it.

“Do you like it?” Jon asked.

“I do.” Martin set the trimmer down and stood back to look at it from farther away. “I’m definitely going to have to get used to it—but I mean, this is easier now.” He stretched his fingers out to scratch the back of Jon’s head.

“Oh,” Jon said, tilting his head back a little. “That’s—that’s quite nice.”

“You know—” Martin started to say, but then stopped as he felt himself blushing.

“What?” Jon said. “Everything all right?”

“I just—I know we don’t usually say stuff like this, but… well, I’ve been staring at you for thirty minutes straight, and you—you’re really quite good looking.”

Jon looked at Martin with his mouth slightly open, but quickly regained his composure. “You don’t have to say it. It’s obvious you think it.”

“Well.” Martin dropped his hand indignantly. “In that case, maybe I—”

“I mean, I can’t think of anything else that would have attracted you to me, so by process of elimination—”

“Oh, shut up.” Martin leaned in and kissed Jon hard, pressing his hands into the now-short hair at the sides of his head. It had been a while since they’d really kissed, maybe since they’d made up after their argument, and Jon returned it with equal insistence. “I can’t believe you turned that into an insult.”

“Sorry. You’re right, I’m not used to it.” Jon kissed him again, gently this time. “Shall I try again?”

“All right, but me too.” Martin tilted Jon’s head up by the chin. “You’re hot.”

Now it was Jon’s turn to blush, but only for a moment. “So are you.”

“No, you can’t just say that. You really are hot, I’m—” Martin cut himself off, realizing the hypocrisy of what he’d started to say. “All right, this is hard.”

“Maybe just back to this again?” Jon reached to kiss him one more time.

“All right. Until we get more practice.” He couldn't help running his hand through Jon's hair as their mouths came together again.

He could definitely get used to it.

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homoose · 4 years ago

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Love Has a Learning Curve: Part IV (x OC)

Summary: Maggie visits Spencer at the university and finds that her old insecurities aren’t as dead as she thought.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC

Category: hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings/Includes: implied smut, jealousy, insecurity, self-deprecation, vague mentions of previous emotional/mental abuse (Owen), mentions of cheating (Owen)

Word count: 3.2k

a/n: Owen’s really a piece of shit, huh?

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“Could I come see you teach?”

Spencer looked up from his desk, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “It might be kind of boring. It’s a 100 level Intro to Profiling course.”

He scrunched his nose in the way he sometimes did and clicked the cap on his pen once, twice, three times. “If you, um— if you really want to.”

He set his pen down and leaned back in his office chair, avoiding her eyes. She pulled her leg back, regretting her decision to ask. “It was just an idea. I don’t have to if you don’t want.”

Maggie scoffed. “I’m sure you’re not awkward.” She twirled one of the curls falling into his face around her finger, releasing it into a soft ringlet. “But seriously, if you don’t want me to come, it’s fine.”

He rolled his chair closer and ran his hands up the tops of her thighs. “I do want you to. Really.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, standing up and dragging her toward the bedroom with only a little too much enthusiasm.

…

“Okay, can I help you with anything?” Maggie asked, setting her bag down on the lecture podium.