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hannahssimblr · 1 year ago

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Chapter Twenty (Part 4)

I don’t feel like talking anymore, so when a boy Jen knows comes over to join us on the sofa, I don’t even bother introducing myself, I just get up and go back inside. I spend some time wandering from room to room, going in and out of living rooms, dining rooms, studies, libraries, just looking at the kinds of things these people have in their house. Things that seem extravagant, that seem to have been bought just because they could be, not because they were necessary. There’s no way that anybody could ever read so many books in a lifetime.

I go into the room with the grand piano and sit there plucking out some notes for a while, and then when I give up, having not produced anything that sounded all that great, I look to yet another bookcase and scan its shelves for something interesting enough to absorb myself in for a while.

I spot a copy of Goodnight Mr. Tom tucked away among a row of hardcover classics. It’s a book I haven’t read in years, and I can hardly remember much about the story, only that I enjoyed reading it. I take it and flip open the front cover, and it’s well worn, the pages stained and fingerprinted. There’s writing on the first page, neat, looping, pencilled cursive that forms the words: Jude Turner. 5th Class. I stare at it for a while, and consider whether anybody would notice if this book went missing. How easy would it be for me to take it back into the kitchen and smuggle it into my bag, just so I could hold onto something that’s his?

“Are you going to play a tune or what?”

I spin around with a start to see Jude leaning against the door frame with amusement on his face. I wonder how long he’s been standing there looking at me. I gather myself quickly and hold up the book to show him. “I was looking at this, actually. I read it in school.”

“I did too.” He comes over and sits with me on the piano stool, and I let him take it out of my hands. “I think about this book a lot, actually, and how it was kind of nuts that they made eleven year olds read it.”

“Why? Because of the war stuff?”

He lets out a little laugh. “Wasn’t there a scene with a dead baby?” Then he puts the book right back on the shelf. “No need to be reading a book like that when you’re at a party.” He says to me, “It’s grim enough.”

His whole left side is pressed against me, and I feel nervous and fidgety. “How are you feeling? A bit sad?” I ask him.

“No. I’m doing fantastic.” He says. “Are you sad?”

“No, never better.” I say, and we stare each other down, a pair of rotten liars.

“I’m sorry I haven’t had a lot of time to talk to you, it’s hectic. Everyone wants to relive their fondest memories of me and talk about the good times. It’s weird, it’s kind of like being at my own funeral.”

“They’re just going to miss you.”

“Yes but I’m not dying, I’m going to Germany.”

“It won’t be the same when you’re gone, though.” I begin, but he quickly cuts me off with a sharp: “I don’t want to talk about that.”

I feel stupid, and stare down at my feet, the same old white adidas that saw me through the summer now looking so worn out and scruffy, their condition accentuated by the polished wooden floor beneath them.

“Jude.” Someone says from the doorway, and I look up to see Michelle standing there, her mere presence only making me feel a hundred times worse. “We have a surprise for you. Can you come out to the kitchen?”

“Yeah, just a second.” He tells her, and then she goes away. Nobody bothered introducing us and I’m glad of it, because I don’t think I could handle the discovery that Michelle is not only beautiful, but also a nice person.

“They’ve all signed a card.” He explains. “And they’re going to give it to me now.”

“So much for a surprise.”

“Someone already let it slip. I don’t think I even want it.” He admits.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not goodbye, it’s like a see-you-later. I just hate all the fuss.” A muscle twitches in his jaw.

“Well, then I’m glad nobody asked me to sign it.”

“Me too. I don’t want you to have written some platitude for me, some yearbook style ‘You rock! Never change!’”

“Is that what you think I’d write?” I laugh.

“No, I just… you get the idea.”

“I do.”

“I’ll see you again, Evie. It’s not the end.” He says, looking right at me.

“I know.” I say, and then someone is shouting his name from the kitchen, I watch him anxiously, waiting for him to get up and leave but he just ignores them.

“I know we won’t get much time to talk tonight.” He tells me. “But we can tomorrow if you want to. My flight is at seven.”

“That’s early.”

“Yeah, I know, but if you can manage it, you can see me off. I’m getting up at four, so we can have breakfast together.”

“The last meal?”

“Not the last.”

“Okay. The last for now.”

“Will you get up? We can sit out and watch the sunrise. I’ll make you coffee.”

“Just me?”

“Just you, just us.”

“Yes.” I say immediately. “I’ll set my alarm. I’ll be there.”

“Okay.”

They’re still calling for him, so he wrenches himself from the seat and goes out to the kitchen for his gift, looking back at me one more time to point his finger at me. “Four.” he says again, and then he’s gone.

Jude’s family gets home at midnight, Ivy sleeping in her fathers arms, and after that the party dies down quickly. I start clearing up all of the cups and filling the bins with bottles and cans while Jude sits down at the end of the garden with Jen, talking about something that seems important, so I don’t interrupt them, regardless of how badly I want to sit and talk to him again, completely addicted to the things my body does whenever he’s close to me.

The last few stragglers, those who are staying the night, hunker down on the living room couches and I go upstairs and take one of the guest rooms. I ignore the pile of suitcases that Jen mentioned, unable to think about a whole life packed into bags like that, set for their journey across western europe tomorrow.

As I lay in bed with the lights on I listen for Jude’s footsteps on the stairs. I hear him come up quietly, and then go into the bathroom. I imagine him coming to my door and knocking on it, and that I’ll let him in and he’ll sit with me on the bed and we’ll talk and talk about everything we can think of until our throats are sore, and I’ll run my fingers through his hair and touch his nose, his mouth, his earlobes with their tiny silver hoops and trace every freckle on his face so I can draw him from memory when he’s gone.

But he comes out of the bathroom and goes straight into his bedroom. I grab my phone to set the alarm, then suddenly remember to text my mother. I compose a quick message telling her that I’m safe and well, and going to bed. Then I shove it under the pillow, turn off the light and go to sleep.

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666writingcafe · 1 year ago

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Do Not Touch

Thankfully, no one else breaks the first rule when we enter the only building in the field, but we still have to deal with a toddler version of Levi, which is not fun in the slightest.

"I don't regret turning around," he announces. "I did it for Ruri-chan. Go ahead, laugh at me if you want!"

"You really shouldn't have said that," I reply, glancing over at a silently chuckling Satan.

"Look, I can't help it," Satan says as he looks back at me. "Levi's horns are nearly the size of his entire body. I'm surprised he hasn't toppled over yet."

"Think about how Levi feels," Beel quietly responds. "I'm sure he doesn't like being a little D."

"Thank you, Beel!" Levi exclaims. "I can't believe you'd actually stand up for me like that!"

He's gonna laugh, isn't he?

Right. I almost forgot she was in there.

Oh, probably. That's what siblings do.

Lucifer never told me that he had brothers.

I really need to ask her. Not now, but soon. She certainly knows quite a bit about Lucifer.

From my understanding, they started off as brothers in arms, but then they slowly began seeing each other as an actual family the longer they lived together at the House of Lamentation.

Thirteen stays quiet long enough for me to take in my surroundings. It seems as though we've entered a giant library. Bookcases stretch up from the floor to the rather high ceilings, and all of the shelves are filled with various texts.

You have a rather impressive collection.

Thank you. This library contains every book that has ever been written across the three realms.

How long did it take you to get everything?

The books just appear on their own. I just make sure everything's organized.

Interesting.

"I found the next message!" Mammon shouts. All of us head over to the shelf he's standing in front of, and sure enough, it's written in blood across the books sitting on top of it.

Why did you write the no touching rule on perfectly good books?

Oh, those are decoys. The real books are in my room. I wouldn't dare ruin any of the actual texts, for I always ever receive one copy of them, and sometimes it's the only copy in existence.

Couldn't you at least use paper and pencil to write your messages?

That wouldn't fit my aesthetic.

You're strange.

So are you.

Touché.

"Mammon, you've got something on your wrist," Beel states.

"Huh? What're you talkin' about?" Mammon pushes his right jacket sleeve up, revealing a strange mark on his wrist. "When did this get here?!"

"Let me see," Satan replies, gently grabbing Mammon's arm to take a closer look at the mark. He develops a solemn look on his face as he gets a second opinion from Lucifer.

"What's going on?" Mammon asks. "Why do you guys look so serious? Surely it's just some ink that's rubbed off on my wrist, right?"

"I'm afraid not," Lucifer answers. "You've been branded with Midas's Crest."

Oh, he's screwed.

You know about the crest?

If it's the same Midas that got cursed with the ability to turn anything into gold and lost his own daughter as a result, then yes, I know about the crest.

Did I pick the right person?

Oh, so Thirteen put the mark on Mammon's wrist. How cunning.

Mammon is the Avatar of Greed, so I would say yes.

I kind of figured. He seems like the type to think that having Midas's power would be a gift, not a curse.

He's celebrating right now.

What an idiot.

Mammon doesn't have much common sense.

Right after Mammon touches one of the books and transforms into a little D, I hear a faint noise. At first, I simply dismiss it as an illusion, but then it occurs again, louder this time.

And then I see it.

Shit. I thought I made sure to put her in her kennel before I left for vacation.

The cat hops up on one of the tables, making herself very much visible to Satan.

"Don't," I warn him.

The cat meows, making eye contact with Satan.

"Satan." Lucifer must also see the look on his brother's face.

Satan steps towards the cat, and all hell breaks loose. Lucifer and I sprint over to Satan and attempt to pull him away from Thirteen's cat, but he's fighting tooth and nail to make sure he gets to pet her.

"Let me go!" he yells, causing the others to look over at us.

"You can't pet it!" I yell back. "The rule says--"

"I don't care!" Satan shoves me away, and I end up stumbling into Beel and Solomon. A low groan follows, and I see Lucifer on the ground, holding his stomach. Satan must have elbowed him.

He really loves cats, doesn't he?

That's an understatement.

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fivedayslater · 1 year ago

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Part 20: Talk to Law

Dinner and a Murder: A Mr. Prince Mystery Masterpost

“Let’s go talk to Law,” Sanji says as he heads for the door, “We do really need to find out who was in this room and when.”

“Okay,” Zoro says as he follows dutifully after him, “He was in the study, right?”

“That’s what Usopp said,” Sanji holds the door open for him and waves him through, “Shall we?”

Zoro slides through the doorway, right into Sanji’s personal space. When their faces are only mere inches apart, his eye darts to Sanji’s lips, and the world freezes for a moment. Sanji’s eyes fall to Zoro’s lips too, and he finds himself wanting nothing more than to close the distance between them, to find out what Zoro’s lips taste like for himself.

But then Zoro steps back, a blush high on his face, and the moment is over.

“Let’s get going,” Zoro says as he turns and heads towards the dining room.

Sanji grabs his hand before he gets too far and tugs him in the right direction, “It’s this way, lost moss.”

“I knew that,” he huffs, but his hand is warm around Sanji’s as they make their way to the study.

The study is a smaller space compared to the other rooms. There’s a bookcase taking up the entirety of the wall by the door, and a plush couch in front of large windows right across from it. A handsome wooden desk is in one corner, a comfy chair planted in front of it, with a drink cart tucked away in another, right next to the couch. An intricately patterned throw rug takes up most of the center of the floor, but the hardwood peeks out near the walls.

Law sits on the couch with a book in his hand. He looks up when they enter, and quickly shuts it, placing it down next to him, “I see you found me.”

“You didn’t make it easy,” Sanji huffs, releasing Zoro’s hand to light a cigarette, “Why did you leave the dining room?”

Law shrugs as he leans back in his seat, “Didn’t see the point in staying.”

“That’s a bullshit answer,” Zoro mumbles under his breath.

Sanji agrees, but still elbows him in the side as a cue to keep quiet. It wouldn’t do them any good to annoy Law when they needed him to answer more important questions.

On that note, “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“Sure,” he shrugs again, “That is your job, after all.”

“Right,” he glances quickly back at Zoro before pulling the prescription papers out of his pocket and handing them to Law, “Do you recognize these?”

Law frowns as he takes the papers from him, “Yes, these are from my prescription pad.” He glances back up at him and raises a brow, “Why?”

“We found them in the trashcan in the lounge,” he explains as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

“What does that-?”

“That’s where Ace was killed,” Zoro interrupts, crossing his arms as he stares down at him, “So what were you doing in there?”

A frown pinches Law's face as he answers, “I didn’t step foot in the lounge this evening.”

“Then, can you explain how your prescriptions ended up in there?” Sanji asks.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” he says with another shrug, “Luffy was bugging me when I showed up, so I wrote him out a fake prescription. It’s possible a few papers fell off the pad then, and someone picked them up and threw them out in the lounge, since that’s the closest trashcan to the entry hall.

“Seems a little convenient,” Zoro mutters, making Law’s eye twitch.

“It’s just a guess,” he says, “I don’t know how they got there. I just know that I didn’t put them there because I didn’t go into the lounge.”

“Alright then,” Sanji takes the papers from him and puts them back in his pocket, and instead takes out Nami’s ledger book, “We also happened to stumble across this during our investigation, do you recognize it.”

His brow furrows as he looks over the book, “Can’t say that I have.”

Sanji flips it to the end and points out his total, “How about now?”

“Ah, yes,” he nods in understanding as he hands back the book, “And now with Nami dead, you must be wondering if I had anything to do with it because I was so indebted to her.”

“The thought has crossed my mind,” he admits, taking another pull from his cigarette, “Your debt was quite substantial.”

“It would look that way on paper, yes,” he looks away, his fingers drumming on the cover of his book, “In addition to my normal practice, I may occasionally take on unsavory clients that have nowhere else to go. Sometimes I hear things. I pass – passed – these things on to Nami, and she would reduce my debt.”

“She was always big about knowing everyone’s secrets,” Zoro confirms with a nod.

“Exactly,” he nods in return, “She found our arrangement agreeable.”

“Of course,” Zoro continues with a glare, “Now that she’s dead, you don’t have to pay her back at all. Either in secrets or in money.”

Law returns his glare with a fierce one of his own, “I hadn’t thought about it, but yes, I suppose I don’t.”

Sanji quickly tucks the ledger book back in his pocket, hoping to finish the question before Zoro and Law start actually fighting, “We found a rope in the kitchen where Nami was killed.”

Law’s gaze slides back to him, “Okay.”

“I’m pretty sure it was the rope from the conservatory.” He puffs on his cigarette, exhaling wisps of smoke as he asks, “Do you know how it got there?”

“Because I was in the conservatory earlier, you think I brought it there?” Law chuckles and shakes his head, “For what purpose, may I ask? If you’re accusing me of killing Nami, there would’ve been no point. She wasn’t strangled, her head was bashed in.”

“I’m aware,” he nods, “But it didn’t grow legs and get there on its own, so I’d like to know how it did get there.”

“I didn’t move it,” he says as he crosses his arms and leans back, “I don’t know how it got to the kitchen. Perhaps one of the staff moved it. They are doing work in there, and maybe they realized they needed rope.”

Sanji frowns as he takes another hit from his cigarette. It’s as good an explanation as any, but it doesn’t sit well with him. When would the staff have had time to move the rope, after all, and get it in the kitchen without noticing Nami?

“Just one last thing,” he says, nodding towards the corner of the room, “Did you know there’s a secret passage in here that leads to the kitchen?”

Law turns to examine the corner, “I did not.”

“There’s one between here and the kitchen, and the lounge and the conservatory,” Zoro adds.

“Interesting,” he turns back to Sanji, “Do you think the killer utilized the passages?”

“We’re not sure,” he says as he finishes his cigarette, putting the butt in a nearby ashtray, “But it certainly adds a new layer to things.”

“Yes, I suppose it does.” Law says as he looks off in the distance, his hand clenching over his book.

“I think that’s everything,” Sanji says as he nods to the door, “Shall we continue?”

“Yeah,” Zoro nods eagerly as he follows after him.

“Wait.”

Law’s voice stops Sanji at the door. He turns back around and raises a brow, “What?”

“I just thought of something,” Law says as his gaze locks on to Sanji’s, “About Ace’s murder.”

Sanji frowns. If he knows something, why didn’t he say something earlier? It couldn’t be very important if he’s just thinking of it now.

Then again, in a situation like this, every piece of information could be vital.

He glances over at Zoro, who’s looking at him expectantly.

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starlessskies94 · 1 year ago

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Consequence (Joel Miller x OC)

Summary: What if Joel survived his injuries from the Abby and Fireflies attack but ends up with really bad amnesia. He can’t remember his wife, Ellie, or the Outbreak; only before. How will his family bring back the man they once knew?

Pairing: JoelMiller x OC

Note: I changed my mind and decided to the join straight back in with Ada because the idea was fresh in my mind and I wanted to write it out before i forgot. I hope you enjoy this one is a little on the dark side. *Trigger warning: Torture..(Though it's nothing that you wouldn't see in the TLoU games/ TV Show)

Chapter Twenty Seven

Everything was a blur. Ada had been unconscious from the moment she’d been manhandled into the truck. Her wounds had stopped bleeding thankfully but every part of her body ached and stung. She was having difficulty breathing; it didn’t take a genius to work out that she’d probably cracked or broken a rib or two from Abby’s men. Or more accurately the little shit that had tried to threaten her with his pitiful behaviour. Michael had done more damage with his punch to her gut than anyone. He’d dragged her into this room without a word and then left her here.

Wherever here was. She was bound to a chair; wooden and sturdy. It was part of the set that apparently belonged to the larger table and stacked chairs in the corner of the room. On the opposite side was an old faded whiteboard with writing she could no longer make out. Though from first glance it looked to be bullet points listed. Attached to the walls on every side were large dusty bookcases. The books, now damaged or water stained and aged. The more she takes in her surroundings the more she realises that the room she’d been left in; resembled something of a meeting room. Like that of a council or committee. Perhaps she’s been brought to a courthouse or the town hall?

She didn’t have time to further ponder her makeshift prison when the door slammed open and the very last she ever wanted to see came stomping into the room.

“Hello Adaline. Long time no see.” greeted Abby, spitting her name like an insult. But Ada smiled sarcastically. “Abby.” she nodded. “I’d shake your hand to greet you properly but…” she gestured to her bound arms tied to the frame of the chair. “...I’m a little tied up at the moment.” The blonde scoffed a laugh at her attempt at humour. Staring her down with a blazing annoyance in her eyes. “Marlene was right; you are a sarcastic son-of-bitch.” She shifted her weight onto the back of the heels of her feet as she crossed her toned arms over her chest and glared down at the woman sitting in front of her. “Yes.” Ada said matter of factly. Before stopping herself short. “Oh sorry, did I interrupt? My apologies. You go ahead, say your little speech. Get it over with.”

She knew she was pushing Abby’s patience, from the look on her face alone she could tell she was pissing her off. But Ada found she no longer cared anymore. She was already beaten and bruised. What else could they do to her? She knew they wouldn’t kill her while she was their only source of finding out Joel’s whereabouts and even though she had no idea where he had gone specifically, she knew she could drag this out long enough to give him the time he needed to find Tommy, Ellie and Dina and formulate a plan to get her the hell of here and finally go home. She’d made the mental note to tell Joel that the minute they got back to Jackson there was no chance she’d let him ever leave town again. No patrols. Nothing. She’d be damned if she would lose him again.

Abby’s brows creased in further annoyance to Ada’s arrogance. And it was clear she’d pushed things too far when she felt her nose crack upon impact as the blonde’s fist connected in a harsh right hook. She flexed her jaw as her ears rang from the hit, her wounded lip bursting open again at the blow, bleeding along with her nose. She had no shame in spitting the blood onto the floor by Abby’s feet. “You don’t get to rush this, I will end this one way or another. But I’ll do it my own fucking way.” She stormed across taking hold of the older woman by the throat, squeezing just enough to make her wheeze. “There is something I don’t understand though. How the fuck did Joel survive?” She hissed. Blunt nails digging into flesh as she tightens her grip, Ada coughed as she struggles to breath. The blood running from her nose into her mouth making her feel nauseous, the copper taste bitter on her tongue as she curls her lip into a wicked smile. “I don’t know Abby, maybe you’re losing your touch.” She smirks cruelly, her words hoarse against her throat. The remark darkens the younger woman’s features as her nostrils flare in anger, she lashes out as her patience breaks and Abby wrenches her hand from around her throat and kicks out at the legs of the chair, sending it toppling over, taking Ada with it. Dropping to the floor with a dull thud, she grunts as her ribs scream in agony. Her vision is blurred and her head spinning as she's ruthlessly dragged back up again. The blonde leans down to stare her fiercely in the eyes, the hatred and anger still burning brightly. “I’ll give you a day. That’s all. One day to be smart and tell me where he is. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll be more cooperative next time.” With that she turns to leave the room but pauses just before she reaches the door, her shoulders tense and stern as she clenches her fists by her sides. “I’m giving you a chance here Ada. Don’t waste it.” She says without turning to face her.

Ada doesn’t bother watching her leave. She can tell she’s already gone from the slamming of the door behind her.

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She didn’t know how long she’d been left alone in that room but it had been long enough for the wounds to scab over. Her nose was throbbing and itchy and she hated not being able to scratch it. After Abby had left the room, Ada had noticed that the chair arm on the right side was cracked from when she’d hit the floor. The wood was splintering and she’d desperately been trying to work her arm free of its binds. Her work was interrupted however when she heard the handle turning and the door slowly opening. It was the young man from before. The one Mike had scolded for beating her. She’d later learned that his name was Jordan. She remembered Tommy telling her of someone who matched his description from the group that attacked Joel. Though she hadn’t known every Firefly from that day in Salt Lake City, he still carried with him the arrogance and conceitedness all the others did. And if it was possible; it made her hate him even more. He crept towards her quietly as if trying to keep himself hidden as he slipped into the room and it was at that moment Ada knew he had no orders to be in here with her. He was acting of his own accord, which meant no one would be around for a while to check on her.

She glared at him harshly as he walked over towards her. “Hello junior, little late to be out, isn't it? Surely it’s past your bedtime. What would Mike say if he saw you sneaking around?” She hissed but Jordan just scoffed cockily. “Hmm that’s funny.” he smiled but there was no humour in his words as he said them. Reaching into his pocket to pull out a switchblade and kneeled down, pointing the blade into the bottom of her chin. “How’d you find us?” Ada said nothing, her resolve never breaking. The young man sniffed forcefully as he dug the blade in deeper. “How many came with you? Is it just you?” again Ada said nothing. She wouldn’t give in to what he wanted. Instead she gave nothing. Said nothing. He unexpectedly pulled away in a rage at her stubbornness. Tearing away his switchblade as it cut through her flesh, leaving a deep gash across her chin. “Say something for fuck’s sake!” he whined pathetically. The older woman stared cold and hard at him. Her jaw clenched. “You can’t stop this. No matter what you do, you have to pay for what you bastards did to my family.” She spat venomously. He backed up riled by her words. Thrashing forward and wrapping his hands around her throat and squeezing. “You think I’m gonna take threat’s from Joel’s bitch?!” He sneered.

Ada couldn’t breathe. She gagged and choked for air as Jordan squeezed that much tighter; as his anger grew, so too did his strength. Her feet scraped against the floor in a desperate attempt to find purchase. “Oh Mike told me everything…”He taunted. “You think you can marry that fucker and live happily ever after?! I don’t think so, it doesn't work that way!” The harder he squeezed the more she finds her vision starting to blacken, her head spins and her ears ring. She flails with her right arm against the broken chair, pulling at the wood in a feeble attempt to pull it free. It splinters the more she pulls, using the last ounce of strength she can muster. But still Jordan continues on with his strangling hold on her. “You never should’ve come here.” He hisses into her ear. She takes that moment to yank the shard of wood loose and wastes no time driving the pointed end into Jordan's neck. It finds its target as he falls to the floor, gurgling and choking on his own blood that pours from the wound in his severed jugular.

Ada coughs heavily against her burning throat and chest as the air heaves back into her lungs. She rubs at her neck with her free hand, soothing the now sore and bruising skin. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she twists to free her other arm from the chair. Finally free of her binds, she doesn’t even bother taking a second glance at Jordan’s body laying in a pool of his blood before she takes off down the corridor. Her legs are weak as she makes her way through. It’s dark and badly lit but from the style of the decor she can tell she was right with her assumptions. It's the town hall. Somewhat styled in grandeur but upon further glance it’s obvious it’s trying too hard to look more important than it is. No doubt the idea of a small town mayor to make his base of operations look more official and impressive. Nothing compared to the bigger cities, like Boston or Pittsburgh to name a few. Ada shakes the thoughts away as she focuses on finding a way out. The place is like a maze. All winding corridors and endless doors, with no way of knowing which leads where. She has to stop to catch her breath as her injuries wrack her body with waves of pain and aches unlike she’s ever had before. From potentially broken or cracked ribs to a broken nose and bruised windpipe, not to mention lack of sleep, water and food. She’s running on fumes as her energy drains, with all she has left.

Nothing prepares her for the strike on the back of her head as Ada loses consciousness.

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It's the sound of dripping water that causes her to stir. And the second she opens her eyes the pain returned three fold. Her body is on fire, it burns from the agony that plagues her. She turns wincing at the shooting pain that strikes her again, as she tries to move her arms. But one doesn’t give. She glances up with bloodshot eyes to see her wrist in handcuffs, chained to a water pipe. She’d been moved to the basement. It’s dark and damp, and smells terrible. She can hear the scuttling of mice moving through the darkness. Instinctively twisting into herself at the thought of them crawling over her.

“Hello Ada.” The voice makes her jump as a bare bulb is flickered on, the dull hum of it buzzes in the silence. Mike peers down at her from the steps before making his way over towards her. “Now, what do you think you were doing huh?” he taunted with a faux friendly smile. Tutting as he waggles his finger at her. “We give you somewhere warm and dry to stay. ‘Real nice of us to do that, I think. And what do you do? Throw that kindness back in our faces. Kill young Jordan…now that’s not very nice behaviour of a guest is it?”

It’s a rhetorical question and so Ada gives no answer. She watches him as he paces back and forth, just as he did before. Eyeing up his prey once again, but this time she can feel her resolve slipping. Doesn’t know how much more pain she can endure.

To the end of the universe and back, endure and survive.

She almost cries as she hears Ellie’s voice echo in her mind. No, she can do this. She can keep going. She straightens herself as she swallows the pain and leans herself back against the wall. Sneering up at Mike with defiance in her hard stare. “Go to hell.” She manages to bite back.

He smirks as he comes to a halt. “So goddamn stubborn aren’t you? I gotta admit, that was something I always kind of respected about you.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “But no, I’m actually not mad about Jordan. That little fucker always pissed me off, so you did me a favour there.” Her eyes grew wide at his words, to care so little for his own people was something she hadn’t expected. But if he cared so little for them, she’d have no chance of trying to appeal to a sense of morality he clearly didn’t have. He stepped forward and kneeled down to face her and Ada didn’t feel the least bit at ease with the smile on his face. “You know, I could do you a favour. Move you outta this basement and back somewhere warm, maybe even somewhere with a bed, food and water. Your choice. All you have to do is tell me where Joel is…”

“I don’t know…”

“Yeah, yeah…I know. ‘You don’t know and even if you did, you wouldn’t tell me.’ right?” he chuckled scornfully, rising to his feet. He waited, but Ada said nothing. Huffing in frustration he abruptly turned back towards the doorway that led to the steps. “Okay fine. Have it your way then! Bring him down!” he yelled towards the floor above as WLF soldiers dragged down someone fighting harshly against binds tied behind their back. A sack thrown over their head. Ada’s heart stopped when the sack was harshly pulled away.

“Jesse?!” She croaked in a wave of panic. The men threw him at her feet as he grunted in pain as he hit the concrete floor. She tried to crawl towards him but her bound arm stopped just shy of a few itches. “Honey, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you at home?” He smiled in spite of himself at her, “I wanted to help. You guys were gone a while and Maria was getting worried so I offered to come after you guys to make sure you were alright.” he said. Her heart broke at his kindness. She’d always liked Jesse, he was a good kid and she was grateful Ellie had such a great friend in him. She hated that he’d found himself here though. She didn’t want anymore people she cared about getting hurt. “Oh how touching. We found this one sneaking around the perimeter of the building. No doubt trying to come up with a way to rescue you. Ain’t that sweet. Pity it’s gonna get him killed.” Mike taunted with a twisted smirk. She could see the fear in his eyes but she was determined to get them both out of here alive. She just needed to think.

She pulled against the cuff on her wrist, twisting it as she leaned as far towards Jesse as she could. Her free arm outstretched and reaching for him, her fingertips only just brushing the shoulder of his jacket. “Don’t listen to him sweetheart, okay? He’s just trying to scare you.” She whispered. “Everything is going to be fine, alright? I promise.” She felt her lip trembling as Jesse nodded timidly. Mike broke the silence with his booming laugh, deep and cruel. “Oh Ada don’t lie to the poor boy!” Her entire body went cold as Mike took out his gun and shot Jesse point blank through the head. She didn’t hear herself scream but she felt it as she watched him go limp. His lifeless eyes still staring back at her. Anger boiled her blood. Her every fibre set ablaze with a deep roaring hatred for the man standing over her with a smoking gun still in his hand. “YOU…YOU MONSTER! HE WAS JUST A KID!”

The man just glared at her unbothered by the devastation he’d just caused, stepping one leg up onto a discarded box and leaning his arm on his raised knee as he gestured at her with the barrel of his gun. “You just don’t get it do you? I don’t give a fuck about any of these people Ada. Whether they live or die…but you do.”

He dropped his leg back down and walked towards her, unceremoniously kicking Jesse’s body to the side as he went. “So this is how this is going to go…You’re gonna tell me what I want to know. And the longer you don’t, the more I’ll keep killing the people you care about. I already started with this one. Next I think I’ll go for that brother in law of yours, been a while since I’ve seen little Tommy boy. And then eventually I’ll make my way over to that quaint little town you come from, and I’ll burn it to the ground.”

She sniffed against the tears that poured down her cheeks, her whole body aching in both pain and sadness. Smirking and satisfied with the hurt he had caused, Mike turned on his heel and made his way back towards the stairs. “Tick, tock Ada. Tick, tock. I’ll be back later and you’d better tell me what I wanna know.”

Throwing her head back against the wall, Ada let herself cry. She wrenched against the handcuff attached to the water pipe until she ran out of strength to pull anymore. It was no use. She was trapped with no way out and Jesse was dead.

And it was all her fault.

#the last of us #starlessskies writes #joel miller #writing #joel and ellie #ellie williams #the last of us part 2 #tlou #fanfiction

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delphi-p0ssum · 11 months ago

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This is the first three chapters of an original fiction project I've been working on for a while. I'd really appreciate it if you would give it a read.

SHINE: Platinum Defender

The beam of light pierced the curtains, illuminating a soft white rug on a wood floor. The room was very still, the inhabitant not yet awoken. The walls painted a soft lavender, with posters taped up of pop stars and celebrities. At one end, a white desk stood next to a matching bookcase. On the other side, a simple bed made of white wood with lavender, floral-print sheets covering a sleeping teenager. On the nightstand, a small blue hologram projected up, displaying the time.

The time clicks over, and a jaunty tune began to play from the device. As it rang out, the arm of the room’s inhabitant reached out, flailed a bit, and finally pressed the button on top of the silver device and turned the alarm off.

She pushed herself up, staring at the projection of the time as it brightened. She then yawned, stretched, and sat upright. She pushed the purple blanket off herself and set her feet to the floor, toes gripping the white plush of the rug before she stood, crossing to the lightswitch on the wall and illuminating the room.

Clara blinked in the sudden light, clearing the remaining bleariness before slipping her feet into the lavender house-shoes and exiting the room, plodding to the bathroom down the hall. Downstairs, there was the usual morning sound of cooking.

Feeling a bit more awake, she washed her hands and face before returning to her bedroom and taking the school uniform from where it hung on her wall. A crisp white, short-sleeved shirt with blue collar and cuffs; a pleated, blue-check skirt falling just above her knees; a pale blue tie with a silver emblem stitched at the bottom; and white stockings. Clara dressed quickly, sitting at the desk and grabbing a hairbrush to start running through the auburn locks of her hair. She looked herself over in the small mirror on her desk, opting to pull her hair up into two long tails on either side of her head.

She smiled and nodded to herself, grabbing her grey bookbag from its place by the door and heading downstairs. “Good morning, Nona.” She took a seat at the table as her breakfast was placed in front of her by the housekeeper.

“Good morning, Clara dear. Did you sleep well?” Nona was a woman in her late fifties, with steel-grey hair pulled into a bun and a simple navy blue dress. “Oh, your mother called last night. She said she’ll be arriving tomorrow, probably late.”

“I’m surprised she’s coming at all. She usually just deposits my birthday gift and sends a card her secretary picked out.” Clara speared a bit of egg with a shrug.

“Well, it’s not every day your daughter turns sixteen, after all. Besides, you’ve got your ceremony on saturday.” Nona poured herself a mug of coffee and sat across from Clara. “Have you memorized your prayer?”

Clara nodded as she chewed, washing her bite down with the orange juice next to her plate. “I still don’t see why I have to do this whole thing. When Mona turned sixteen last month she didn’t have to do any sort of dedication ceremony. Neither did Denise when she turned sixteen either.”

“Well, I’m not sure on the specifics myself, dear. But your mother has been adamant that I make sure you’re prepared. Will you be home right after school today or are you going over to your friend’s house?”

“I’ll probably be going to Mona’s. We’ve got to study for the unit final for Geometry or else we’re in real hot water.” Clara smiled. “Don’t wait up for me, I’ll get something to eat on my way home.”

“Alright, just be careful taking the late train. There was another Aberrant attack last night, and your mother would have my head if you got hurt on my watch.”

“Yes Ma’am!” Clara finished her breakfast, getting up and putting the dishes in the kitchen quickly before heading to the door, slipping into her shoes. “Alright, I’m off! I’ll see you later, Nona!” She waved, opening the door and stepping out into the morning light.

The South Note District was mostly a residential area, home to primarily families with children. Clara had lived there her whole life- attending the nearby elementary school, shopping at the small commercial street on the weekends, playing with the other kids her age when she was younger. Nona had been hired by her mother to watch after her and the house since she was nine, and her mother had begun spending more time at her job downtown.

The streets at this time of morning were rarely busy, only other students on their way to their schools accompanied Clara as she headed for the train station. Most wore the green and grey blazer uniform for the District school- Clara had attended there for her middle school years before getting accepted into the illustrious Akira Academy.

The train station was filling up as the crowds waited for the next arrival. Clara scanned her passcard and pushed into the crowd just as the silver train arrived, propelled along a faintly glowing blue rail. The doors opened and people flooded the space- Clara pressed herself in just before the doors closed behind her, and grabbed one of the ring handles above her head as the train rose above the rail, and shot down to its next destination.

Platinum whipped by the windows- Silver skyscrapers toward the city center, all surrounding the crystalline tower that marked The Crystal Garden, where Clara’s mother worked nearly round-the-clock.

They pulled into another train station, and Clara gripped her handle tighter. The crowds surged past her, some departing as more packed into the space left behind. They were now in the South Rose commercial district- home of a large department store and several streets of boutiques and specialty stores. Filled to capacity, the train took off, lifting up along a ramp to shoot by the city along the elevated tracks.

There were more teenagers wearing the same uniform as Clara now- white and blue shirts with blue skirts or slacks for the boys. As the train approached the next station, these students all surged to the doors, pushing themselves out as soon as they’d opened. Clara let the crowd carry her through the station and down to the street, where the crowd had space to breathe. Along with the cerulean uniform, there were groups of girls wearing conservative black dresses heading the same way. Akira Academy was an elite private school focused on academics, and its sister school, The Daylight Conservatory, was another private school focused on the arts and music. The two establishments shared a common area, each one occupying half of a hilltop that overlooked part of the downtown area.

Clara passed under the archway and into the school property, looking around for her friends. She spotted them, and jogged over with a wave.

“Good morning!” She cheered. “Were you guys waiting too long?”

“Nah, you’re fine.” Mona was a short, heavyset girl with fluffy curls dyed a ruby red and a warm, dark skintone. “The teachers cleared off the notice board to post up something else. Wanna go scope it out?”

“Is that really the most interesting thing happening today?” Clara chuckled as she looked down at the notice board just inside the front door. There usually were so many notices and club advertisements it was impossible to see the cork underneath. All of that had been cleared away since the day before and now only one large poster was up.

“What were you expecting?” Denise’s whispery voice chimed in. She was much taller than either of her friends, with wispy blonde hair held back by an array of colorful clips. “It’s not like anything interesting ever happens around here anyways.”

The poster was an official announcement- the school was reminding students to not linger, and to go home immediately after they had finished for the day. Aberrant activity had spiked recently, and it was dangerous to be out too late.

Upstairs, Clara sat her bag down next to her desk, pulling her notebook and pen case out. “So… Mona, we still on for… Study night?” She grinned.

Mona returned the expression from her seat across the aisle. “Geometry is just… So, so hard, you know. Denise?”

“Oh yeah. Hardest subject by far. Whatever are we gonna do if we don’t study?” She rested her chin in her hands with equal mischief on her face. “Might just take us all night to be ready.”

The three of them burst into giggles as the teacher entered from the other side of the room. “Alright, class, get settled and we can start…” He was a tired-looking man with a propensity for sweater vests and thick glasses. “Good morning, class.”

“Good morning, Mr. Haulden!” The class chimed in sync as the class president stood up at the front of the room.

“Stand… Bow…” Tonya Lieding always wore her dark hair in twin braids, and led the class in the daily ritual. “Give your thanks to the Crystal for protecting us on another day.” The class all faced the window and bowed their heads for a minute before sitting back down.

“Okay, if everyone could pass their homework up, we’ll get right into it. Hope you’re prepared, because we will be having a pop quiz on last night’s chapter!” This elicited mostly groans from the class. “Not my fault if you didn’t actually do the reading and just looked up the answers, class!” Mr. Haulden barked as the first of the papers made it to his desk.

Clara sighed. She actually was a solid student, not needing to fight too hard for her grades. She pulled out her favorite mechanical pencil with the character eraser and readied herself for the quiz as it landed on her desk.

“That was so unfair!” Mona whined in between bites of her sandwich. “I did the homework, isn’t that what they want from us?”

“You just copied off Clara’s paper anyways…” Denise sighed, pouring some oil on her salad and mixing it into the greens. “It’s not like it was that hard, anyways.”

“That’s not the point! They already ride us hard enough for finals, do we really need the oppression of Pop Quizzes every week? Clara, please, back me up on this!”

Clara shrugged with a mouthful of chicken rice. She washed it down with her bottle of water before speaking. “You know, we could actually have a study night every once in a while if you’re actually worried. But you’re not really, right? Our grades are about the same, remember?”

“I’m just tired of damn pop quizzes every time I turn around. It’s not right.” Mona nodded with a smug look of satisfaction. “But enough of that! Let’s talk about something more fun. Like tonight. I found the next hotspot and we are gonna be seen there!”

“Hey, not so loud…” Denise cautioned, glancing across the grassy lawn that stretched between Akira and Daylight. They would usually sit out here, in one of the shady spots under the scattered trees for lunch. “So, where is it?”

“Just past Downtown, Seventeenth street, basement of one of the shops. It’s called Mist-tique.” Mona gave her friends a coy grin. “They pipe in this special vapor stuff that gives the whole place an absolutely magical feel. We still on?”

“Of course.” Clara leaned in. “You’re really not worried about another Aberrant, right? Not just saying that?”

“What would I have to gain just hiding in my room all night anyways? Besides…” Mona finished her lunch and cracked her drink can open. “It’s not like they can’t rip open houses just as easily as they can clubs. It won’t matter where we are. Sometimes your luck just runs out.”

“How much longer until they appoint a new Defender?” Denise mused, taking a bite of her salad. “Clara, your mom works for the Garden, right? Doesn’t she know?”

“If she does, she wouldn’t tell me. That stuff’s super ultra top-secret. Speaking of… Tonight’s the last night we can go out for a bit. Mom’s coming back home for my birthday. I don’t know how long she’s planning on staying, so let’s get as much fun out of tonight as we can. You know she’s gonna be a hardass about me being out late, no matter what I tell her.”

“Well that sucks.” Mona pouted. “Where does she get off, anyways? It’s not like she’s ever around. What’s so special about now?”

“That thing I have to do saturday. Apparently it’s a real big deal. I had to memorize this prayer and I’ll have to wear some kind of special robe for the whole thing. It sounds super boring.” Clara looked up at the blue sky, slightly tinged with the iridescent filter of the Barrier. “Hopefully this will all be over with and Mom’ll go back to her office by sunday.”

The girls walked as a group out of the school at the end of the day. They passed one of the P.E. coaches by the gate, who reminded them to hurry straight home and not dawdle. The girls all smiled, nodded, and promised they would. Then, they headed straight for Mona’s house.

Mona lived in an apartment complex nearer to one of the downtown shopping districts. The girls climbed up the stairs to the fifth floor, entering the apartment and beelining for Mona’s room to change. Since they’d started ‘Study Night’, they’d been stashing a few extra changes of clothing in the back of her closet.

Denise changed into a red minidress with a chunky white belt and matching ankle boots. Mona was now wearing an emerald jumpsuit with a decorative hood, styling her hair to cover her right eye for extra mystery. And Clara now had a pink-and-purple ombre tank top with white shorts and matching vest.

They hurried back downstairs, laughing as they headed for Mist-tique, arm in arm. The sun was going down, and the night crowds were already emerging to dance and revel as they did every evening.

A line was already formed heading down to the basement club. The girls were sandwiched between other parties, giggling and gossiping as they slowly made their way down the stairs, towards the growing thrums of music. Whenever the door would open, puffs of multicolored mists would escape, shimmering faintly before dissolving into the night air.

“Mona, Clara, look…” Denise whispered, quickly looking up ahead of them. “The guy at the door… He’s a Daemon…”

Sure enough, the man at the door had the telltale pointed ears and cat-slit eyes of a Daemon. He was probably hiding the bony horns coming out of his head with a slouched beanie. He was keeping his eyes down, avoiding the stares as he let people in.

“What’s one doing so far out? I thought they stuck pretty close to the east districts?” Mona kept her voice down, glancing over her shoulder.

“I guess he managed to get a job here?” Clara looked away. She’d grown up hearing the stories- Daemon’s inherent magical nature meant they shunned Human’s technology, until they began to grow jealous of Platinum’s accomplishments. Then the Diamond Sacred Maiden betrayed her human counterpart, and nearly brought both cities down together. It was only the graciousness of Humanity that allowed some refugees to enter, provided they didn’t use magic outside their specified districts, closer to the barrier.

The girls were at the front of the line now, and the Daemon man scanned their cards, waiting until the device flashed green, and let them in. As soon as the door had opened, all thoughts of Daemons and their strangeness were pushed out, replaced with flashing lights, sparkling mists, and bright neon drinks.

Mona squealed and grabbed both of her friend’s arms, hauling them to the dancefloor. It was already starting to fill up, the vapor creating strange illusions as laser lights pulsated on beat. The girls danced, laughing together as the clouds trailed their limbs like in a dream.

Clara had lost track of time already, escaping the pull of the misty dance floor to go find an empty space to sit. She snagged one of the jewel-toned couches up near the wall, collapsing against it with a smile and heavy breaths.

The club was getting more packed now, bodies cramming together making the mist effect less magical. Mona followed Clara up to the couch, holding out a water bottle with a grin.

“Denise found a cute boy that goes to St. Alexander’s to dance with.” She cackled. “I gotta get me a prep school pretty too.”

“You’re too boy-crazy, both of you.” Clara smiled, taking a swig of the water. “There’s more important things than going all heart-eyes on any guy our age.”

“Well your standards are way too high! You’ve shot down every single guy who's tried to ask you out! Loosen up and live a little!”

“Pffft, nah, all the boys I’ve ever met are gross and smelly. Why would I want to be with someone who picks their nose in public? Or only showers once a month?”

Mona glared at her with a pout. “I swear you’re going to end up all alone because nobody could ever match your fantasy. Besides, we’re in high school! Nobody stays with the boy they dated in high school unless they’re Super Extra Lame! Just get out there and find somebody, anybody!” She pushed at Clara’s shoulder. “Come on, get up!”

“Mona, stop it!” Clara laughed, looking for something, anything to get her friend off this… Awkward subject. She hated when Mona got like this- she wouldn’t let it go until she was satisfied. And Mona was never satisfied until she got her way. “Seriously, I’m not gonna go kissing the first guy you push me at.”

“Well maybe you should try sometime! It’s fun, it doesn’t have to mean anything!” Mona hopped up, grabbing Clara by the arm and dragging her along.

“Seriously, Mona stop it!” Clara was still laughing, even though it was becoming more annoying at this rate. “I’m not gonna do it and that’s final!”

Her statement ended up being punctuated by the power failing. There was a beat of silence, and Clara felt a shiver go up her spine. Then, a creaking noise echoed around as people began to push for the exits. Then the lights came back on, blinding everyone for a moment.

Someone screamed. Clara blinked, eyes adjusting just in time for her to see the inky black shape of the Aberration taking form in the middle of the dance floor.

#my writing #original fiction #original light novel #writing #fiction #light novel

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sendpseuds · 2 years ago

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WIP Wednesday

This might be my favorite section in the whole of the Broadway AU. It's long and I don't care, it brings me so much joy I simply can't keep it to myself. This section comes from a chapter of vignettes exploring the growth of their relationship. I had an absolute blast writing this. Enjoy.

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“You’re nervous,” Obi-Wan observed as they lingered outside his home.

“Of course, I’m nervous!” Anakin responded, taking an involuntary step back, “I really want them to like me.”

“Well, they won’t all like you,” Obi-Wan chuckled, which did not make Anakin feel better at all but there was something about that laugh that relaxed the muscles in his shoulders, “it’s just the way they are, but I’m sure you’ll win them over in time.”

Anakin had really thought that knowing what Obi-Wan looked like on his knees would stop him from feeling so breathless around the man but that simply was not true. He worried about being too anxious, being too eager, being too much, but every time Obi-Wan took his hand and placed a gentle kiss to his knuckles or to his cheek or to his forehead or to his lips as he was right now outside his door he felt all trepidation unwind from his spine.

They didn’t all need to like him immediately, he decided as Obi-Wan deepened the kiss.

Fuck it, none of them needed to like him.

“And remember, the best way to get a cat to like you is to just fucking ignore them.”

Yup! It was totally okay if none of Obi-Wan’s cats liked him.

“Are you ready?”

No.

“Yeah.”

As soon as Obi-Wan opened the door he heard bells.

He had been told to expect this.

No part of Anakin was focused on the apartment that lay beyond the threshold — the brick walls, the textured furniture layered in pillows and blankets, the shelves lined with photos and trinkets that certainly all carried a deeper meaning he someday hoped to know — right now, all his focus was on the little white cat who immediately appeared in the doorway.

Ventress.

‘She comes on very friendly,’ Obi-Wan had told him with a big smile, ‘don’t be surprised if she meets us at the door.’

And there she was, stretching with her paws splayed out in front of her, showing off her claws with her butt waggling in the air. She was almost entirely white, with a little M on her forehead and marks around her eyes that Obi-Wan affectionately referred to as ‘eyeliner.’

“Hello, darling,” Obi-Wan purred as they walked through the door, Ventress’s collar jingling as she followed tightly on Obi-Wan’s heels, “just remember—”

“—yes I know,” Anakin said, taking off his jacket and finally taking a look around him, “ignore her.”

The apartment was warm and inviting in a way that felt lived in. Colorful rugs covered the creaking hardwood floors and artwork adorned every wall filling the space with heart and vivid light. There were stacks of coffee table books and more plants than Anakin could imagine attempting to keep alive. One entire wall of the living room was comprised of bookcases, not a single vacant spot among the shelves.

It was as he looked over the rows and rows of books that he saw the second one, sitting straight and tall on the highest shelf watching him with obvious curiosity.

Dooku.

He was quite striking, a rusty tan color with a dark face and ears, long dark tail wrapped around his paws. He would have looked terribly intimidating up there, if it weren’t for the fact that his bright blue eyes were slightly crossed.

“I see you’ve found the old man,” Obi-Wan chuckled, likely noticing the way Anakin’s entire body had gone stiff, “just don’t stare at him too long, he’ll get offended.”

Anakin looked away immediately.

Obi-Wan laughed.

As he moved through the space, walking to the bright open kitchen to grab them both a drink, it almost seemed like Obi-Wan was the one jingling, that little white cat still following closely at his heels everywhere he went. A few times, when they were standing close enough, she would wander away from Obi-Wan, brushing her cheek against Anakin’s jeans, weaving between his legs.

“Not yet,” Obi-Wan chuckled, shaking his head when Anakin started to crouch down, completely determined to know how soft she was, “if you’re not patient, she’ll just run away. You’ll know when it’s time.”

They had moved to the couch, drinking cans of beer with colorful labels and Anakin finally started to relax, despite the near-constant cross-eyed stare from Dooku that he could practically feel prickling the back of his neck. Obi-Wan did most of the talking, gesturing about his space at various books and canvases and sculptures and vases and trinkets explaining how each item had come into his care.

There was a personal connection to almost everything in his life. If it wasn’t a gift, he knew the artist or the author, or it had been recommended to him by someone he cared for, someone he respected. Obi-Wan lived his life with an intention that made him glow like the morning sun and Anakin found himself unable to look away as the man simply talked about his life.

So enthralled with Obi-Wan’s story — okay, maybe the listening part could use a little work but it was something involving a shaman and a night club in Paris — Anakin didn’t even notice Ventress hop up onto the couch. But when she began to tentatively climb into his lap, he froze.

Chuckling, Obi-Wan placed a hand on the young man’s shoulder, some of the tension immediately slipping away, “just let it happen,” he whispered, “you’re doing so well.”

In no time she had snuggled up in his lap, warm and vibrating and so soft. She snoozed away contentedly as Anakin pet her with wrapped fascination. He’d always considered himself a dog person — not that he’d ever had a dog — but he never had an issue with cats, always finding himself smiling whenever one would hop up on a bodega counter. But now, listening to that sweet purr, watching as she splayed her perfect pink toes like she was making bread out of nothing but air, Anakin began to wonder if maybe he’d been wrong.

Just then, a terrible force tore through the room. It appeared out of nowhere, a blur of fur and stripes like a demon risen from the fiery pits of hell. The room erupted in chaos and cats scattered everywhere, Ventress tearing out of his lap, Dooku descending from his perch like a gargoyle come to life before each of them disappeared into their own dimensions.

When the calamity came to an abrupt halt, the room fell into an almost eerie quiet.

Obi-Wan was doubled over in silent laughter, his hands covering his face as he shook his head. The tips of his ears were bright red and his laugh was infectious as Anakin began to giggle too.

“That would be Maul.”

#SITH CATS #broadway au #first chapter coming monday #wip wednesday

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One more piece of https://www.tumblr.com/alt3rnata/771516287595741184/heres-a-piece-from-wip-fic-in-this-scene-teach?source=share where one man crosses the border between Alrest and Bionis to meet the other as promised. This is a flashback that directly continues the events of the previous part and is framed by a much less romantic scene in the present, a bit of which can be seen at the end.

Xenoblade Chronicles 3 post-canon, the rating of the scene is T, Teach/Zeon, the characters are adults, Teach is referred as Oleg. 1196 words. Still WIP and a quick translation and whatever.

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He remembered well the day he first stood in front of the door leading to Zeon's flat. Three months of texting, phone calls, exchanging photos (quite innocent ones) had passed. The command was not happy to learn that he was not going to renew his contract, but they let him go in peace. He went through the portal a day earlier than the date they had agreed on, dropped off his things at the hotel and simply walked around the capital all day — not to see the sights. To unwind and calm down. Yes, he conscientiously gave Zeon the opportunity to get to know himself better, told him everything about his daily life, about his work, about how he relaxes, told the story of his life in Indol and his arrival in Torigoth (omitting the gloomiest details). And Zeon did not get lost, on the contrary, he was impatiently awaiting his arrival, but Oleg was still worried. What if the magic wears off when they meet in person again? What then?

However, if he wanted to be able to back out, he would simply have a holiday. The decision had been made, and his anxiety did not prevent him from showing up at the appointed time the next day and ringing the doorbell.

Zeon opened the door for him, smiling broadly, invited him in and, apologizing, ran into the kitchen, where some timer was beeping. Oleg looked around, taking off his shoes. There was no hallway in this flat, the door opened directly into a small, bright room, where there was a desk with neatly laid out papers, books and devices of unknown purpose, two impressive bookcases and an armchair with a floor lamp. And also attention was drawn to a whole greenhouse of various plants on a wide windowsill, which Oleg decided to examine later. It was obvious that the flat had been freshly cleaned. Something smelled nice from the kitchen.

Having washed his hands in the bathroom, he went into the kitchen, where Zeon was just taking a baking sheet with small pies out of the oven.

“I borrowed this recipe from my mum. I asked for something foolproof, now we'll see how well it turned out. I usually cook something simpler for myself, but I thought I wouldn't treat my guest to scrambled eggs or something,” Zeon spread his arms. “Sit down, I'll make some tea.”

Oleg watched him fussing around the stove. So homey, in a simple light T-shirt and sweatpants, slightly dishevelled, with traces of flour on one of the wings. The kitchen was cramped but cosy, with flowers on the windowsill, colourful pot holders hanging on hooks, and a family photo pinned to the refrigerator door, where Zeon was captured with his parents and sister.

Everything here was cosy, and he desperately did not fit in, sitting with an unnaturally straight back and suddenly not knowing what to say.

“So how did you get here? How do you like the portal? I was a bit scared the first time,” asked Zeon, standing with his back to him, while taking two mugs from the shelf.

“Everything went fine. I arrived yesterday, actually. I—” the words finally came. He got up from his chair, went up to Zeon and carefully hugged him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. Zeon, who was reaching for the teapot at that moment, froze in place, lowering his hand. “I missed you. I'm glad I'm here.”

“Do you want me to melt right here or what,” he muttered embarrassedly, covering the arms hugging him with his warm palm. “Let me tell and show you later how glad I am to see you again. I have some… plans for you, and I'm not going to let you out of this flat until I put them into action.”

“Huh, well, now I'm intrigued.”

“But first, you'll let me make the tea before the water gets cold, and tell me what you were doing here all day yesterday. I thought we agreed on today, did you mix up the dates?”

Oleg had to let him go, but the conversation went easier after that, and the meat pies were great. Oleg told him how he had wandered around the city the day before and what he had seen. Zeon was chatting about various little things, showed him his plant collection up close, mentioned that he should introduce Oleg to his sister (“I think you’ll like each other, you’re a bit similar”), that there were a couple of beautiful places in the area where they could go together… It had already got dark outside.

“And this is where I sleep,” he said, opening the door on the left. The bedroom was small, like everything else in this flat, and most of it was taken up by a wardrobe and a double bed. “You’ll stay the night with me, right?”

“I recall that you threatened not to let me out of here until you did something to me,” Oleg reminded him playfully. “It looks like I have no choice. Just let me use your shower first, and then you can do whatever you want.”

“Sure, just let me go first, I'll get you a fresh towel. Do you need anything else? Some clothes, maybe? I can share.”

“No, I have everything I need with me.”

Zeon chuckled meaningfully and left. He still hadn't got used to the fact that he was dealing with a man who thought everything through and prepared for everything. No matter, he'll get used to it, Oleg thought. He also had some plans for the future.

When all the preparations were finished, and he sat down on the bed next to Zeon, wearing only the shorts he'd brought from home, Zeon, firstly, just stared at him with all his eyes, and secondly, he blushed. Oleg smiled innocently at him. Finally, Zeon found something to say: “You know, after I refused to sleep with you in Torigoth, I later wondered if I was a fool, and if I would regret it. It seems that I am such a fool after all.”

“If I guess your plans right, then I still have nothing against it. But if you are going to tell me about some other wonders of the plant world for half the night, then I'll gladly listen, but first I'll take a T-shirt out of my bag—”

“Come here,” Zeon pulled him towards himself and silenced him in the simplest and most effective way for such cases: by kissing him on the lips.

A little later, Oleg discovered that he was not the only one who had prepared for such a turn of events.

...The first thing Zeon said to him after was: “Don't leave. Stay. If you leave, I'll drop everything myself and go to Alrest after you, I'm not kidding.”

The first thing he said to Ashera after was: “Want me to stay or leave?”

"You'll have to go, no offence, I just have things to do in the morning, need to get some sleep. At least you won't have to look at my mess," she waved her hand vaguely, gesturing to the dark room around, "and I'm not the nicest person in Bionis until I've had my morning coffee, so you won't lose anything. Okay?"

"Got it. No problem."

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Got 17k words draft and still have no idea where this is going, lol.

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i-fondued · 2 years ago

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Kinktober 2022 | Ghost | Gentle Touches

A stolen soft moment with Cardinal Copia turns anything but gentle in the end

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Sex (duh), Swearing (but now in Italian!), some fluff, all 3 papas show up at one point LOL

A/N: This one is full of fluffy moments but also smut so yay lol. This is also going to be posted to AO3 in a little bit, in case you’d rather read it over there.

Also I love how much other people are loving these little PWPs, it means a lot to me that people are commenting and sharing. Makes the staying up late (11pm is late okay?? I am old now, with a full time job and kids T^T) so worth it!!

Here is the AO3 link for those who prefer to read on AO3!

“Sister, the Cardinal is asking for you.”

I looked up from the large dusty tome I had been skimming, looking for a particular ritual Primo had asked me about the day prior, he said it was to help with the vegetables in the greenhouse. A younger sister smiled at me, leaning around the bookcase to my table.

“Yes, of course, thank you.” I reached for my habit, tucking my hair away again. “Did he mention what he needed me for?”

“I’m sorry, no. He just said to have you see him in his office.” She shrugged before slipping away, no doubt leaving the warm library that I called home.

Packing up a few folders of translations and sections of sermons Cardinal Copia had asked me to look at after our last meeting, I pushed my work into the nearby filing cabinet and locked it behind me. Humming to myself I wandered from the library, down various hallways before ending up in the administrative office wing. His personal office door, large and ornately carved, was closed. I knocked twice before I heard him speak.

“Venire, er, come in!”

Cardinal Copia’s office was once a rather good sized space however since he had taken over the office became more cramped. The entire wall to the left was bookshelves filled from floor to ceiling, all his personal collection. In the center of the wall on the right was a large fireplace, a small fire crackling happily in the October chill, on either side of the fireplace were more bookshelves.

He had two armchairs seated in front of the fireplace with a small side table between them. On the table was a small tray with a decanter of his favorite whiskey and two glasses, ready for whenever he was hosting a guest. His desk was in the center of the room, a large dark wood that was carved much like the door into the office. The surface was practically covered in books, papers, scrolls, and many other knickknacks from his travels. Across from the desk was a pair of chairs, both with plush and welcoming cushions.

Today Copia was dressed in his black cassock, his biretta sitting on top of a stack of books on his desk. His gloves were also off, which was rare in a public setting like this, and were laid on top of his hat. My eyes drifted to the papers he was writing and I saw his hands were slightly ink stained, as he preferred to use a calligraphy pen rather than a normal one.

“Afternoon, Cardinal.” I smiled, sitting as he gestured to the seats in front of his desk. “The junior sister let me know that you had been asking for me. Is there something I can help you with? I brought the papers we had been working on…”

Copia didn’t speak right away, instead he stood and walked over to peek out of the door into the hallway. He closed the door softly, the lock clicking while my heart rate jumped up. Ah, that’s why he had been asking for me. I felt him hesitantly place his hand on the back of the chair. His fingers just barely brushing against my shoulder, a small shiver ran down my spine as I turned to look back at his mismatched gaze. There was so much longing in his eyes sometimes it took my breath away.

“I-I just wanted to see you…” He mumbled, a slight pink blush spreading on his face. His fingers slipped under my habit and I felt his fingers toy with one of my curls. A smile broke out on my face, leaning into his touch as his other hand came to settle on my shoulder, massaging the muscles gently.

“I missed you too, Copia.” My hand came up to rest on his as I turned to smile at him. His cheeks flushed when I spoke his name, we both were used to referring to each other by title. I knew he loved it when I called him his name when it was just us.

His hand slipped from under my habit, pulling it off my head and tossing it onto his desk. I felt his hand come to cup my cheek as he came to stand in front of me, slightly leaning against his desk. I leaned into his touch, heart beating steadily in my chest as a warm feeling spread through my whole body. He took the papers from my lap and tossed them on the desk before leaning down and kissing me softly. My heart soared, beating wildly in my chest, as I felt his fingers brush softly against the skin of my cheek. He pulled away and I felt like I was floating slightly, my eyes fluttering slightly as the cardinal’s gaze locked with mine.

“Cosi Bella…” He murmured before pulling me up into his arms, I squealed slightly before our lips met again. His hands were on my waist as he turned us, pinning me to the desk with his hips.

My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to me, as our kisses became more frantic. His tongue brushed against my own as he nibbled at my bottom lip. I moaned quietly, fingers curling into his hair as his tongue coaxed mine into his own mouth. He teased mine, sucking slightly on it and I felt my knees wobble like I was a virginal sister all over again. His hands left my hips to bracket my body as he leaned against me, fingers gripping the wood tightly.

“Cardinal…” I groaned quietly, my head falling to the side and offering my neck to him as I caught my breath. He rolled his hips into mine and I could feel how hard he was already. He kissed my sensitive neck softly, skillfully nipping and sucking on the exact spots that made my body thrum. “We shouldn’t…”

“I’ve missed you…” He echoed himself into my skin, lips brushing against the shell of my ear, the rumble of his voice causing a shudder to run through my body.

“What if someone hears…” I couldn’t even finish what I was saying, a gasp slipping from my lips as his fingers curled around the hem of my robes. His bare hands were a rare treat against my thighs as he slipped a hand between us.

“They will not say anything.” Copia murmured, his knee pressing between my legs and pushing them apart. “The Papas are in a meeting with Seestor, they will be occupied for quite some time.”

His hand slipped to brush against the damp spot on my underwear, and I bit my lip to stop the moan from spilling out. My head fell forward, burying his neck. I closed my eyes, taking a deep steadying breath and tried to bookmark his scent for later. It was of old parchment, leather, and his very traditional Italian aftershave. I pressed light kisses to the little exposed skin of his neck before I got frustrated and leaned back to start unbuttoning his cassock. He paused and undid the buttons, his fingers skilled and faster than mine.

Once they were undone to his waist, he slipped his arms from the sleeves, letting the robes pool at his waist. He only wore a white under tank top, along with a pair of suspenders, as he frequently told me the heavy wool would make him overheat even in the dead of winter. I smiled warmly at him as I slid back onto the desk, hiking up my skirts and letting him step between my legs. My hands pressed against his chest and I could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat under my hand, my own heart thrumming away. His mismatched eyes locked on mine and we both blushed, a small giggle slipping from my lips.

Copia leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine, before kissing me softly again. My hands traveled from his chest to brush against his arms, feeling the soft hair as they traveled down his forearms. I tangled his fingers with mine before pulling him against me, he leaned forward and I had to lean back against his stack of books and papers slightly.

“Cardinal, your things…” I sighed dreamily, turning to look at what I was crushing with my weight.

His answer was to reach around and push everything to the floor, the splash of papers sliding everywhere making me roll my eyes at him. Most of which was the papers he requested of me, now mixed with his sermons.

“I-I pick it up after…” He mumbled shyly, rubbing at my arms. “It is okay, Sister.”

I started to open my mouth to fire a sassy retort but it came out as a strangled sound as I felt his fingers brush against my core. He smirked, a rare sight from the shy man in front of me, and I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks before heading right to my belly. I felt him grind against my thigh as he lazily let his fingers slip up and down my soaked core. He pushed my underwear down, helping me lift my hips to slide down my legs. I watched as he tucked them into his back pocket and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

“Mia Cara…you’re so ready for me…”

“Copia…” I whined, head thrown back as he teased my entrance with his fingers, barely brushing against my clit. I had to bite my lip from the moan that was fighting its way out.

I heard the sound of fabric landing on the floor, his cassock discarded from his waist. I reached out, pushing the suspenders from his shoulders, and placing feather-like kisses on his skin. He practically purred under my hands and I couldn’t help but smile at him. We were kissing again, his tongue tangled in mine as I groaned rolling my hips to try and get any more friction from his fingers.

“Ah, ah…” Copia tutted, a smirk on his face again, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke. “I’m not sure that you have earned more from me Bella…”

“P-please Copia…” I whimpered, his fingers barely brushed my clit and my hips bucked forward, grinding against nothing as he pulled his fingers away.

“In italiano, Sorella…”

“F-fottimi per favore.” I begged, not even bothering to try and be alluring as my hands slid between us and I cupped his cock through his trousers. I looked up at him, trying to do my best to convey fuck me eyes. “S-sono stata una b-brave sorella, si?”

A hissed line of jumbled Italian left his lips before he crashed them into my own, hungry and blistering as he devoured me. I felt his cock jump under my steady attention before I started to undo the button and zipper. Copia, suddenly more impatient than me, tore at his trousers. He tugged at my hips, pulling me to the edge of the desk, before he rubbed the head of his cock against me. I moaned, rolling my hips forward as the heat of lust pooled in my belly. Slowly he pushed forward, stretching the walls of my cunt as he slid into me.

I groaned as I laid back as my arms wouldn’t hold me up anymore, the back of my head hitting the wood gracelessly. My leg came up to curl around Copia’s waist as he eagerly slid deep inside me. I felt him begin to move slowly at first, knowing he was giving me a moment to adjust to the feeling of him inside me, before his right hand came up to grip my shoulder before he began to move in more earnest, deep thrusts.

“Fuck, Copia…” I hissed, my right hand coming to curl around his bicep and digging little half-moon nail marks into his skin. He slammed into me, a steady but fast pace was set. “Don’t stop.”

His left hand pulled at the neckline of my robes, gaining access to my breasts. He rolled one nipple between his fingers and I arched up into his touch. He leaned down, still managing to keep the pace he set as he continued to chase his pleasure in my body, and slipped the other nipple in his mouth. My left hand slid into his hair, scratching at his scalp as he teased the little bud with his tongue and teeth. I forcefully pulled him over to me, my kiss frantic as I rolled my hips to meet his thrusts.

The erotic, heady sounds of our bodies coming together was all I could hear. Copia’s breath was quickening and I could feel the heat in my belly building. I let my hand slip between our bodies and I quickly brought myself to the edge with my finger, moaning his name in the quiet of his office.

“Copia…I’m so close.”

“Vieni per me, Sorella.” He grunted in response, both hands now on my shoulders as he pounded into me, his steady rhythm occasionally broken by his own quivering body. He was close too, a heat pooled in my belly and I felt my head fall back again.

Another swirl of his hip and I felt the wall of pleasure that had built in my belly come crashing down, my orgasm so strong my back arched off of the desk at a sharp angle. I moaned loudly at first before Copia’s lips crashed to mine, devouring the sound as best he could. My legs curled around his hips, pulling him to snap into my sharply as I rode out my pleasure. Another few static thrusts and he grunted into our kiss, I could feel his cock twitch as he came inside me. He gave me a few more weak thrusts before he all but collapsed on top of me, his arms resting on either side of my head. I lazily rubbed at his back as we stayed connected for what felt like hours, his head resting against my chest and listening to the rhythm of my heart return to normal. Blissfully I smiled, kissing the top of his head as his hands caressed my sides affectionately.

“Copia?”

“Si?”

“I…”

The doorknob to his office jiggled as someone attempted to come in. He and I paused, gazes locked in equal looks of matched terror.

“Cardinale?” My heart was about to come out of my throat, that voice belonged to Papa Emeretus III. “Cardinale ci sei tu?”

We looked at each other frantically, both trying to quietly convey something to the other. I begged him to understand that we should stay silent, pretend nobody was in the room. He seemed to agree, relief washing over me. That was before he opened his mouth.

“Si, Papa, dammi un momento.”

I was going to kill him.

Copia stepped away from me, his now very flaccid cock slipping from me as he scrambled to pull on his cassock. His practiced fingers fixing up all the buttons, before he stepped towards the doors. I scrambled off the desk, slipping to hide on the other side of his desk. I peaked out from the side as Copia unlocked and opened the door just a crack. Terzo was standing there with a bright smile on his face, he couldn’t see me yet but once his eyes adjusted to the darkness I knew he would be able to see me.

“Yes Papa?” Copia spoke, eyes not quite meeting Papa’s face. “Is there something you need?”

“No, no Cardinale. I thought I heard something and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Terzo laughed, rubbing at the back of his neck as he look in Copia’s face. “Did you doze off, Copia? Your paints…they seem quite messy.”

In that moment, Terzo’s eyes locked with mine and he gave a knowing smile. Oh my god I was going to die, or throw up, or both. I darted back behind the desk and I heard the quiet chuckle of our current Papa.

“O-oh, yes Papa…” I heard the shock in Copia’s voice and I knew he was red as a tomato. “I-I’ve been working on your sermons all afternoon. I think I may have uh, dozed off. Si.”

“No worry, Cardinale. You rest, by the look of your office you have earned it Signore.” Papa laughed before bidding Copia a good afternoon. “I see you at supper, yes?”

“Y-yes, Papa.”

I didn’t move again till I heard the door close, peaking around the desk to see Copia leaning against the door with his hand on his chest. His eyes closed and his face a deep blotchy red. I stood on shaky legs, walking over to grab my habit and pulling it on before walking over to the cardinal. I gently pressed my hand to his cheek, smiling softly despite myself.

“He saw me, you know.”

“Si.” His face looking down, he wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“Terzo is a good Papa, he won’t say anything.” I soothed him as best I could, placing a hand on his chest before he pulled me into a fierce hug. “Copia..?”

“Ti amo, Sorella….”

“I love you too, Cardinal.”

His lips crashed into mine, pulling the habit off my head as he walked me backwards toward the mess on the desk.

…

When I finally left Cardinal Copia’s office hours later, dinner only an hour away, I was covered in love bites wherever my robes covered. A happy and sated look on my face as I turned away from his doors, however it evaporated when I saw the three people sitting at the bench at the end of the call smirking at me.

Papa Emeritus I, Primo.

Papa Emeritus II, Secondo.

Papa Emeritus III, Terzo.

“P-Papas!” I blurted, bowing my head for a movement before a blush spread across my face. “G-good evening?”

“By the sounds of it a very good evening indeed, Sorella…” Terzo laughed before handing a crisp hundred dollar bill to Primo who looked both impressed and envious at the same time. “We’ll see our povero cardinale for dinner, si?”

“Y-yes your dark eminence!”

“Fantastico, see you then Sister.” Terzo waved me off cheerfully, I scampered away before I could simply die from embarrassment of being caught. I heard the sound of a smack on the head.

“Cazzo, Secondo. What was that for?” Terzo said.

“Leave the young Sorella alone,” Secondo grumbled. “Cardinale needs his own fun from time to time.”

“Apparently more than from time to time, Secondo…” Primo laughed. “Santana sii buono, Cardinale…four times…”

I practically ran from the Papas, holding in my own laughter and mortification.

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homoose · 4 years ago

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A Timely Reminder

Summary: Prof!Spencer has been thinking about having sex in his office for a while now. Reader helps him make it happen.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: smut, 18+ (minors DNI)

Warnings/Includes: established relationship, exhibitionism, light sub!spencer (but really just whipped!spencer), oral (fem receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, insecure!reader, jealous!reader, loud af!spencer, v light hand over mouth action

Word count: 4k

a/n: Because this Tuesday has been hot garbage... have a treat. An anon asked me if reader was a switch... here’s your answer. Also because we already got to see Spencer be jealous af, we deserved to have jealous reader, too. ♥️

a/n 2: This is a companion to the latest chapter of my series, but it can mostly stand alone! All you need to know is it’s an established relationship and she’s been invited to visit him at the university.

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Y/N watched from her seat outside his office as a student slipped out through Spencer’s half-open door— looking positively dreamy. She barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes as the next girl stepped in the office.

It took another twenty minutes for the final two students to finish their visits. When the last coed 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 wingback 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 ran 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.

“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 truthfully, 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?”

He leaned in to press his mouth to hers, soft and sweet. Then his hand was back on her waist and pulling her flush against him, drawing a small gasp from her mouth that had him deepening the kiss with a swipe of his tongue. His mouth was hot and hungry, moving over hers with a quiet desperation. He slid his free hand to the nape of her neck, fisted it in her hair and tugged.

She sucked in a breath and bit a little harshly on his bottom lip, moving a hand up to grasp at his forearm. He pulled out of the kiss to rest his forehead against hers, chest already heaving. His voice was raspy when he warned, “The door doesn’t lock.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“But I’ve kind of… been thinking about this for a while,” he admitted, dragging the tip of his nose along her cheek.

She swallowed. “Mm, what— what’ve you been thinking about?”

“You, always.” His breath was hot on her ear, and now he had both hands on her hips. He used them to push her gently back into the bookshelf. “But specifically, I’ve been thinking about fucking you in here.”

“Oh,” she breathed, tangling her fingers in the curls at the back of his neck.

“Yeah.” He ghosted his mouth over her neck, dragged his teeth a little to make her shiver. “Would that be okay?”

She tilted her head back to bare more of her neck to him, and he closed his mouth over her pulse point, sucking wetly. He slid his leg between hers, lifted his thigh to press against her, and she could feel her underwear sticking to the wetness already gathering there. Her breath caught in her throat as she ground down on his leg. He sucked hard on her neck before pressing a gentle kiss to the spot and lifting his head to look at her.

“Do you wanna do that?” he asked again.

“God, I— yeah,” she nodded.

He brought his hand up to stroke this thumb along her cheek. “You’re sure?”

The knowledge that he’d been thinking about being with her in this space was more than a little overwhelming. His gaze was earnest and lustful, and she knew he was telling the truth— that she had no reason to be jealous, that he was always thinking of her. His declaration didn’t quite douse the fire of her insecurity, but at least it wasn’t burning quite so hot. And the idea that she could bring this fantasy to life, make sure his head was full of her whenever he sat at his desk or pulled a book off this shelf— that was almost too much. “Yes. Very sure.”

His mouth was on hers almost before she got the words out, his tongue sliding against hers. He brought both hands to the hem of her dress, hiking it up and slipping his hands underneath to grab at her ass, pulling her closer. He turned and walked her backwards toward his desk, bringing their entwined bodies around the corner of it, pushing her back, and half-hoisting her to sit on top.

His warm hands trailed along her inner thighs, pushing up the fabric of her dress and forcing her legs apart. He stepped in between them and attached his mouth to her neck once more, sucking and licking and nipping a path along where her dress cut low in between her breasts.

“What did you think about?” she breathed, winding her fingers into his hair. “What’s your fantasy, professor?” He bit down a little harshly where his mouth had been sucking. “You want me on my knees for you?”

He lifted his head and stepped even closer, bringing his hands to her hips and pulling her ass to the edge of the desk. “No. I want to be the one on my knees.”

With that, he dropped down in front of her, eye level with her pussy. He looked up at her from his place on the floor, laying his hands flat along the tops of her thighs and pushing her dress up to her waist. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, and she lifted her hips to allow him to pull them down.

She watched as he brought them up to his nose, briefly inhaling and then folding them up into a neat square. He opened the bottom drawer of his desk and placed them inside, closing the drawer and then looking up at her from under his lashes. She could barely breathe.

He started at her ankles, taking one gently in his hands and kissing a warm path up to her knee, and then crossing over to the other side and back down.

“So soft,” he murmured, dragging his open mouth along her shin. He ghosted his fingers over her legs, pulling them up over his shoulders and settling in between her thighs.

He pressed featherlight kisses along her inner thighs, and she sucked in a breath as he inched closer to where she really wanted him. “Don’t tease, Spence.”

She could feel his smile against her skin, and she brought her hand up to wrap his curls around her fingers, tugging a little harder than she normally would. “I’m not asking.”

He let out a moan that vibrated across her skin, and she tightened her grip on his hair. She pulled him against her, and finally he sealed his lips around her clit, sucking gently. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back with a soft whine. “Mmhmm, there you go.”

He wrapped his hands over the tops of her thighs, using his grip to hold her even more firmly against his mouth as he sucked and swirled his tongue around her clit. He brought his tongue to a point and flicked it rapidly against her, and she had to bring her other hand to his hair as well, holding tight. “Shit, baby, just like that.”

She used her hands in his hair to hold him still as she rolled her hips against his face, and his quiet groans had her heart flipping in her chest. “Fuck,” she breathed out. “Never met another man who loves eating pussy this much.”

He nodded as best he could between the press of her thighs. “Use your fingers, professor,” she demanded. She smiled when he immediately complied, bringing one hand off where he was holding her against his face and trailing it between her legs. He shifted his mouth back to her clit, circling it with his tongue as he began to press his middle finger into her.

She tightened her grip on his hair and held back a moan. “I said fingers, Spencer. I know you love to drag it out, but we don’t have time.”

He whined but added his index finger, slipping them into her and curling them up immediately. She had to clamp her mouth shut to stifle the moan that threatened to echo off the walls of the office as he began to fuck into her, dragging his fingers against that spot inside her on every out-stroke.

He hummed around her clit as he thrust his fingers inside and then sucked as he dragged them out, over and over and over again, his plush lips covered in her arousal and working magic over her cunt. The sound of how wet she was had them both groaning a little too loud for their current venue, and then she was coming with his name on her tongue.

He didn’t let up after she was finished, still lapping at her entrance and pressing kisses to every inch of her pussy, whining and moaning against her like a man starved. “How are you so good at that, hm?” she gasped. “Had a lot of practice?”

She opened her eyes, slightly unfocused as he worked her to another orgasm, much less intense but still just as good. And then her gaze fell on the shelf behind him, and for the first time she noticed that the picture frames were filled with… her.

She finally tugged him off by his hair when his mouth became too much, and as he pressed gentle kisses to her thighs, she counted eight different framed pictures of the two of them. There were also pictures of him and the team, his mom, and the boys. But the vast majority of them were of her.

There was one of her sipping coffee at Soho— from their first official date there. Another of her smiling against the backdrop of the arboretum. One where she was tucked under his arm with his lips pressed to her cheek. Another still where he was hugging her tight in front of the Smithsonian.

She let out a long breath and then looked down to see him watching her, and her breath caught in her throat. No one had ever looked at her the way he did, and she knew that she really, really had nothing to worry about. “C’mere.”

Spencer scrambled up off his knees, crowding in close and pressing a sloppy kiss to her mouth. Their tongues slid together, and she tasted herself as he brought his clean hand up to her face. Her hands made their way to his ass, pulling him flush against her, and his hips jolted forward and she could feel his erection clear as day. He groaned and rolled his hips against her, and she smiled against his mouth.

“So hard, baby,” she praised, pressing another kiss to his mouth. “You love being on your knees, huh?”

He hummed in confirmation, and she trailed a line of kisses down his jaw, then his neck. When she reached the collar of his shirt, she brought her hands up to loosen his tie. “You were so good for me.” She got the tie undone and dropped it on the desk. Then she popped the first two buttons on his shirt, dragging her mouth along the column of his throat. “You wanna fuck me now?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

She dragged her hands down his chest and began to work on his belt. When that was undone and hanging loose, she popped the button on his trousers and lowered his zipper, then palmed him through his underwear.

“You’re such a pretty boy, Spence,” she breathed. “You know that’s why they come to your office hours, right? Because you’re so pretty.” She squeezed a little where he was so hard and leaking from the tip. “They’re hoping maybe you’ll fuck them over this desk.”

Spencer’s eyes went wide. “Y/N, I would never—”

“I know, baby. I know,” she assured, cupping his cheek in her hand. “You probably never even thought about it.”

“I don’t.” His voice was a little bit desperate, like he was afraid she didn’t believe him. “I only think a-about you. I— I’m always thinking about you, even when I probably shouldn’t be.”

“Mm, I’d say ‘sorry,’ but... I’m really, really not.” She brought her hands to his hips, forcing his trousers and underwear down over his ass to let his cock spring free. “Is that why you’re keeping my panties? To help you out when you’re thinking about me in here?”

“Y-yes.” He watched as she dragged her palm over her slick entrance, and then brought her wet hand to circle around his dick. “Oh my god,” he whispered.

“How do you wanna fuck me? Wanna bend me over your desk?” His fingers dug into her hips as she pumped his cock, and he shook his head. “No? You want me to blow you?” His hips jerked forward into the tight circle of her hand, but he shook his head again. “Then tell me what you want, Spence.”

His flush had traveled all the way down his chest, pretty and red and sweaty. His gaze was settled on her fingers wrapped around his cock. “Can you, um— can you ride me?”

She smiled and then gave him one last stroke and dropped herself off the edge of the desk. She hummed and stepped closer to him, grasping his chin and pulling him down into a hot, possessive kiss. “Should have known you’d want me on top,” she teased.

She leaned down to his desk drawer. “Do you have condoms in here, too?” She opened it and retrieved her panties, wiping off her hand on them and then folding them back up and replacing them in the drawer.

He whimpered at the sight and then fumbled in the pocket of his suit coat, slung over the back of the chair. She raised an eyebrow. “Do you always have one in there?”

“No,” he defended, ripping open the wrapper and rolling it on. “Only when I know you’re gonna be around.”

He moved to sit on the desk, shoving the student essays and extra papers haphazardly out of the way to make room for her. She stepped in between his knees and laughed a little at the way he reached for her. She kissed him quickly before climbing up onto the desk, shifting around him and cursing under her breath. “You’ve picked possibly the most awkward position for this fantasy.”

“We— we can do it another way or— or not at all if—”

“Just—” she put a finger up to his lips “—shut up and make sure I don’t fall off the desk?”

He smiled a little sheepishly and grasped her hips, and she clung to his shoulders as she got situated over top of his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs. He wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her and leaned in to press their mouths together. “Thank you for making this work,” he mumbled.

She kissed him again and then rolled her hips down over his cock, pulling a whine from the back of his throat. She did it again just to tease him, and then reached between their bodies to line him up.

His grip tightened around her waist as she began to sink down on him, and she dropped her forehead to his shoulder. The stretch from this angle was always more intense, and it had her gasping out his name as he bottomed out. He rubbed his hands soothingly over her lower back as she adjusted to the feel of him inside her, pressing gentle kisses to her shoulder and keeping as still as possible.

She finally let out a breath and circled her hips, and Spencer sunk his teeth into her shoulder. “You feel so good, so fucking thick.”

She got into her rhythm quickly, mindful of the fact that she was riding her boyfriend in his office in the middle of the day with an entire university just on the other side of a flimsy door. She worked her hips over his cock, bouncing on him and ignoring the burn in her thighs. She dropped down and he held her hips in place, grinding himself deep. She buried her face in his neck and tried to hold back the obscene moan that threatened to escape.

Spencer didn’t bother to do the same, letting out a groan that reverberated in her eardrums and throughout the small space. She clapped her hand over his mouth and lifted her hips slightly, pulling back to whisper, “Jesus, shh— you’re so loud, Spence. Gonna get us caught.”

His eyes slammed shut and he fucked up into her, whining underneath her hand. Her eyes widened a little as he continued moaning into her palm. She rolled her hips down hard, forcing him deep, and he cried out again.

“You want that?” she asked. “You want somebody to hear us? Want them to know you’re fucking me in here?”

He didn’t answer, just gripped her hips a little tighter and used what little leverage he had to thrust his hips roughly into her. She kept her hand over his mouth and leaned forward, partially to bring her lips closer to his ear and partially to find that perfect angle. “You want them to know I belong to you?”

He whined pathetically against her hand, and she circled her hips and kept him deep, moaning quietly into his ear. “Or is this about who you belong to?”

She felt his dick twitch where it was buried inside her, and he nodded frantically. She began to rock her hips forward and back, her breath hitching. “Is that why you have all these pictures of me?” she asked, and she saw his eyes shift to the shelf behind her.

“You don’t think about fucking them, but they think about you.” She punctuated the thought with a slow roll of her hips. “You want them to know that you’re mine?”

He brought his eyes back to hers, and there was a softness there that made her chest ache. She removed her hand to cover his mouth in a kiss, and he brought his hands up to cup her face, licking into her mouth and trying desperately to prove his loyalty.

She broke out of the kiss and rolled her hips again. He kept one hand on her face and moved the other to wrap around her dress and keep her seated. She threw her head back as he rocked his hips to have his cock bumping against that spot inside her. He repeated the motion, bringing her closer to orgasm with every shift of his hips.

She came with another gasp of his name, riding out her high and clenching around him. He pressed his mouth to her neck, kissing and sucking at the exposed skin. She continued the movement of her hips, working her sensitive cunt over his cock. “I don’t think they’re taking the hint, professor. Did you want to give them another reminder?”

He nodded, surging up to kiss her and then planting his feet to help drive himself up into her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned forward into him as his hips began to falter. He grasped her ass and gave one final rough thrust, whining high and long into her mouth as he came.

She began to press soft kisses to his nose, his cheek, his jaw. He wrapped his arms back around her waist and then hugged her close, panting into her neck as he came down. She rubbed one hand over his back and smoothed the other over his curls, gently twirling the hair at the back of his neck. He gave her one more squeeze before loosening his arms and lifting his head, his eyes dazed and practically sparkling.

“Wow,” he breathed.

She laughed. “I can tell you that this is not where I thought I’d end up today.” She lifted off of him and clutched a little at his arms as she navigated off the desk. She sucked in a breath as her feet made it to the floor, her knees and thighs already screaming. “I bet your fan club wouldn’t be this sore,” she joked.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards him, bringing his free hand up to brush her hair back. “There’s nothing to bet on, because that’s never going to happen.” He cradled her face in both hands. “You know that, right?”

She covered his hands with her own, rubbing her thumbs over the soft skin. “I know.”

“Good.” He leaned forward to press their mouths together, unbelievably soft and sweet in comparison to the way it had been just a few minutes ago. “I love you the most.”

“Agree to disagree,” she whispered. She pressed one more kiss to his lips and then stepped out of his embrace. “Now, put that thing away before we actually do get caught.”

He gaped at her, fighting a grin as he tied off the condom and tucked himself back into his pants. She retrieved his tie from where she had discarded it earlier and dragged it from her knee all the way up to her inner thigh under her dress, cleaning herself up as much as she could.

She lifted her head to see him staring at her, his mouth hanging open. “You don’t mind, do you? I figured it was an even trade since you’re keeping my underwear.” She dropped the messy tie into her bag and draped the strap over her shoulder, tilting her head innocently.

He lunged forward to crash their mouths together, and she clutched at his waist. “You are so fucking hot,” he mumbled, nipping at her bottom lip.

“Mmhm, and don’t you forget it.”

“I’m literally incapable of forgetting it.” He kissed her again. “Thank fuck.”

She laughed and used a light hand to push him off her, taking a second to take stock of his appearance. She fixed the tuck of his shirt and smoothed a few rogue curls back into place. He looked decidedly fucked out, sweaty and flushed all the way down his chest, his sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons still undone… and she couldn’t bring herself to be bothered.

He held his hand out to her and smiled radiantly when she accepted it and laced their fingers together. “I was thinking we could get a late lunch?” he offered.

“Sounds perfect.”

He grabbed his suit coat and his bag, and they crossed to the door together. He opened it and allowed her to step out into the hallway, following close behind. She swung their hands a little as they made their way down the hall. “That was so fun. Thanks for letting me come.”

Spencer choked on air, looking surreptitiously around the hallway. She laughed brightly and squeezed his hand. “Funny how you’re so modest all of a sudden. Thanks for letting me come visit, professor.”

They walked out together into the quad, hand in hand, and with more than one pair of eyes on them.

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Taboo

Alfonse x Summoner.NSFW 18+

This one goes to the people who wanted an Alfonse Summer atl. At least we got Freyr.

Taboo: from Tongan tabu ‘set apart, forbidden’

Summoner POV

As a person who comes from the “World of Steel” I am be very used to most levels of nakedness in people. I mean, when you do P. E. at school or when you go to the gym or running at the park, or the beach, and watch TV; we are all bombarded by all kinds of nakedness. We are used to looking at other people’s bodies as something normal.

When I got to Askr I met heroes of all kinds and many of them are just like me in that they find levels of nakedness normal. Take Hawkeye for for example. He is quite a gentleman and in his culture it is quite normal to be half naked.

Leading the heroes I got used to them and their bodies enough that I view most of them with a more clinical eye, like a doctor would. When they are wounded and I help treat them, I see their bodies just as a doctor would. The same goes when I see them in the beach or the spring. This make them much more comfortable around me. So much so that some of the heroes have tried to play tricks on me and see me crack.

Like the time the most unlikely pair, consisting of Niles and Henry played a trick on older Ike. They took his clothes when he was in one of the baths, locked his room and hid his clothes in my office (which is attached to Alfonse’s). They told him not to worry “ The Summoner is asleep.” I was definitely not asleep and saw the guy in all of his muscular glory. Did I get flustered? Not really. I mean at first it was like “WTF”, but I was not ogling the guy! He was all freaked out, and I got worried. Besides, I have seen him almost naked before. What is a little more skin? Well it wasn’t little to be fair…it was actually quite a lot…

I was quietly reading a report on my writing desk, all hunched over, when he came silently in and stood right in front of me. I waited for him to talk. I thought it was Alfonse at first, coming to get my report, so I did not even say anything. I am used to him just coming in and sit to wait for me to finish my work quietly. Then Ike stands just in front of the desk and I look up to see a mop of dark blue hair over his “Ragnell”. I look all the way up to see Ike looking over at the bookcase behind me. He was not yet aware I was awake.

-Ike? What are you looking for?- I ask calmly looking back to the bookcase behind me to see what he was looking for. I hear a yelp and something heavy falling down. I look around and find him on the floor covering himself with his hands. His eyes were wide opened and he could not talk for a second. He just kept opening and closing his mouth and said “ I can explain.”in a strangled voice. Alfonse chooses that exact moment to come inside and finds me standing up to give Ike my coat so he can cover himself up. What does he see? I am undressing my self in front of Ike and Ike is naked on the floor.

...NICE…

Yes we were able to clear that up. Alfonse even laughed about it and still does sometimes, but that was only the beginning.

Some time later Dieck comes inside the study Alfonse and I use in the library. Now we all know Dieck always uses the bare minimum on clothes, but this time he is wearing only his pants and boots. As soon as he comes in, he starts taking his pants off (And of course he is not wearing underwear) and looks at Alfonse and say.

-Oh Your Majesty is here too? Oh don’t worry; I don’t mind.- He now is butt naked and kicking his boots off. I turn to Alfonse with a ‘WTF’ face and I see him tomato red and very angry. He looks at me and…Why…is he angry at me too? What did I do?

-Dieck… what the hell is going on?- I ask calmly because I feel Alfonse is going to blow a gasket and any loud noise will set it off.

-I am here for the check up.- He says simply and his smile falters a little, looking sideways at Alfonse. I focus on his face like it is a normal conversation. Doctors and nurses can do this and so can I.

-What check up?

-The one you ordered to check our birthmarks and scars, just in case we are killed and there is no other way to identify our bodies.- I turn to Alfonse and I give him a questioning look, but he appears to not have heard anything except the “the one you ordered”. He is looking at us both angrily back and forth.

-Umm…Well now that you mentioned it… It sounds like a good idea, but I have never given that order. Whoever told you that? -Still focused on the face.

-One of the soldiers…so it is not true?- He asks now red in the face, which is very weird because this man has no sense of shame when it comes to showing off. Then he goes to cover himself with his hands, but too late Dieck, I already saw it all.

-Well no, but it is a good idea, right Alfonse?- I say thoughtfully. He seemed to have regained his senses and is now still red, but his face is lowered and he just nods.

-Oh…I should go then and find that (he whispers some curses under his breath)…I… -He takes his pants and puts them on. I start making a note about the idea to tell Anna.- I am sorry ______.

- Don’t worry Dieck. No harm done. This has happened before and just so you know I liked the idea, but if we do make it happen, it would be a member of the healing team doing the check up.- He looks skeptically at Alfonse who is pinching the bridge of his nose and has his eyes closed. You know, that face he does when he is about to lose his patience? Well that one.

-Oh! Thanks for letting me know.

-I want to know if you can identify the soldier that told you this. Please see me tomorrow after breakfast,at the training ground.- Alfonse tells Dieck and there is a determined look on his face. Dieck looks back at him and with just the same look, agrees to it.

At the end we did use that idea, but meanwhile I had four other heroes coming in to undress in my presence. One of them being Lady Camilla who agreed to dismember whoever was the culprit of the trick. The other was Libra who looked about to faint when he was informed he had been tricked by someone. King Claude, who laughed about it and congratulated whoever had bested him in his kind of game; and finally Sonia, who paraded around the room, even after I told her it was not necessary for her to undress. The culprit ended up being Xane ,and Marth was not lenient with him. Neither was I. I mean whoever plays a trick like that on Libra?! Yes! He is a guy!

This keeps happening periodically, specially with new heroes. It is like some kind of hazing ritual.

At this point I have seen at least one version of all the heroes naked for one reason or another and like I said before, they seemed to be very comfortable around me and my professionalism.

Yet I, being myself can’t get used to showing much of my own body due to my insecurities. I mean I may exercise and maybe train but I keep myself still kind of covered up almost all the time. It is a uniform after all. I even have to wear that tiara they gave me. I look like royalty XD

Askr itself has it’s own norms and they are far more conservative when it came to dress codes and overall behavior. I mean Alfonse sometimes sounds like I imagine my great grandpa sounded back in the day. And this is when I realized something. I have never seen Alfonse in any kind of undress and…It kind of bother me. Why? Because he was the only one person I was attracted to in all of Askr. I loved that man’s mind, heart, personality and skill…in everything he did.

I knew I was in love with Alfonse at this point, but it had taken another Alfonse showing a little chest to understand that I was the the most sexually frustrated of all my life and that looking at his chest was doing things no one else had done in their entire nakedness. Hell not even porn or hentai had given me the high I got from imaging my Alfonse in that outfit. I mean…not that I used to watch porn or hentai. I know what they are, but the time I did watch, it was all meh. I even thought it was funny. I mean, who isn’t curious about that ? I suppose we have all gone at least once and taken a look at it? Right?…right?

I remember plain as day I stood there stunned into silence, and probably mouth agape the whole time. I must have looked like an idiot or a pervert! My Alfonse was red as a tomato and trying so hard to avoid my gaze. At the end of the day, the only thing I got out of him was a little laugh and a small “I am so glad, we do not share that costume here in Askr.”

…..FUCK!

I find my self starting at his UN-globed hands when he is drinking tea or eating. I try not to, but the white smooth surface of the back of his hands contrast with the rough calloused fingers, so used to gripping sword and shield. They can also play the sweetest of sounds on a violin and I find that so sexy. Those same long white fingers so tempting and beautiful in their strength and skillfulness. Sometimes I stop my self from wondering how they would feel and...<<What them fingers do Alfonse?!! No ! Stop!>>

It is true I touch him often. Touch is my love language and even though I always make sure to give people that do mind, their personal space, I do know that Alfonse does not mind. Alfonse may not be a huger, but it does not mean he does not enjoy being touched by people he holds close to him or for them to be near him. Also yes, I have helped him with his wounds but, most of the time I am to damn worried to actually take time to enjoy the touch of his skin and to be hones I find that quite a violation of trust, so I do not indulge in it.

Sometimes he has caught me starting at the brim of his scarf and under-armor for a glimpse of his neck and I feel so embarrassed by it, but the thought of kissing him there is so tempting to me and I long so much to see past that barrier. He always covers himself again when he sees it is revealing more that that fraction of his neck… And Lord above! Is he smiling?

The curse of all of this is, that yes we have Summer here in Askr, but it is not as hot and you have to travel to the beach to be seriously hot. He has never gone to the beach with us, since I arrived here. I am not counting the times we do go, because Anna comes up with some scheme to raise money for the order, because we all wear the uniform then. Whenever he goes to the hot spring; he does it by himself, when Sharena and I are doing something else. Even while going to the river he wears long sleeves, because …bugs. I have asked Sharena and she just answered that she had not noticed and why I was interested….Oh you know…scientific purposes Sharena…

At first I feel so sad and rejected. Fine…I get it. You are not interested in me and do not welcome my intrusive looks…but…he gives me so many mixed signals! Why is he so close at meetings and I can feel his fingers touching mine. He has taken my hands in his many times. When another hero flirts with me he always appears out of nowhere with knitted brows and a disapproving stare. Prince Hrid came to say ‘Hi’ once and to talk to me, and next thing I know Alfonse drops everything to be next to me as well. Hrid even asked me if we were engaged ! I wish Hrid!

Well I suppose that is what friends do right? Maybe he does not want me falling in love with a hero and leaving Askr while they need me here. But I talked to him already. I am not returning “home” and I am not leaving…because…How can I leave and not see him again? Not that I wanted to return “home” to begin with, and it seemed impossible to fall in love with someone else other than him.

I have seen heroes flirting with him as well, and he seems unimpressed by any of them. I have heard other heroes telling the rejected ones, “He has eyes only for the Summoner.” …But what had they seen that I don’t? So I go and ask Sharena and she just laughs it up and says to give him time. He is shy and self conscious.

…So he does like me, but is very shy and very busy and very self conscious and insecure? OK…I can work with that. Like a great elf king said once; “I am patient; I can wait.” But not that much cause I’m not an elf.

Then Lif came and I thought “Hell! Even his grandpa show more skin than him!”

Lif came like a shadow from the grave that will take your last breath. To be honest, he looked more like Death than Hel herself. Except… He was HOT. I felt bad for even thinking that, when the Goddess of Death was trying to end us all, and most specially Alfonse. And you see, that is when I got angry. How the heck was an ancestor of the Askr royalty helping that crazy witch, end his descendants?

Lif attacked us and tried to, I suppose…kidnap me? He made a bee line to where I was standing and fell all the soldiers on his way. It was weird! I was about to bolt, because the training I had, would not stop the guy who just felled like twenty guys on his way, but something, not fear, took hold of me and I just…those eyes… It was like ten seconds in which I looked into his eyes and saw so many emotions in them, that I could not understand and then I could not move….ten seconds and he was already there in front of me, not attacking but there!

Alfonse came before Lif had taken me or whatever he was going to do. He ended up with a bruised knee and ankle. I went to help him with some salves and bandages when we were done with the rest of the more serious injured people. He took off his shoe and rolled up the under armor. His ankle was not swollen and his knee was bruised but it was not swollen. I put some salve any way.

-What happened? I saw it from afar and felt I would not get there fast enough. Where was Dimitri?- He said a little angry, since King Dimitri was one of my supports alongside him and he was tasked today with being my guardian. I was still massaging his ankle not even thinking about it.

-They were circling us from the back and Dimitri had to fall back to take care of it…Umm…I don’t know what happened. It was weird. He looked at me and he just…

-I saw it too.- Said Sharena who came to stand behind Alfonse.- It was like he hit you with a spell.

-It didn’t feel, like a magic attack. I was more like… I don’t know…- I felt weird about it, so I just made some stupid joke to lighten the mood- Why didn’t y’all tell me your grandpa was so hot? Heh , heh, heh heh! What? It’s not my fault! He kind of looks like you Alfonse.- Hey I was nervous and I do this when I get nervous!

At first They gave me their “ Seriously?” stare, but Sharena catches on quick and starts laughing out loud. Alfonse? Well he scowls and close his eyes and then takes his foot away from my hands. What?? wait I didn’t get the chance to enjoy that! Damn! Next thing I know, he is taking his sock and starts putting in on. I see his smooth white skin peppered with… is that golden hair? Does it have a blue in it? and my throat closes dry. I follow his movements, as hypnotizing as a dance, rolling up that white sock that is taking away my hopes and dreams. Then the under armor goes down and boot on. It took him like ten seconds, that I totally did not count. Then his hands were covered as well.

I look up at him with my hands still hovering in the same place as when he took away his leg and see him smiling sideways. I compose myself and…Wait…What? Is he doing this on purpose? Seriously? And the worst part is, that it should not bother me at all, but the truth is…I am very bothered by it. He has become a some sort of taboo to me and GOD how I love the guy! If it was someone else like Robin who never looses that coat of his and globes; I would not care! But I love him Lord. Why is he like this? I used to thank God I was not one of those feet fetishes people, and now I will be dreaming of his feet. Thanks Alfonse!

Joking. I respect feet fetish people. To each their own.

The point is that I feel like those people in Victorian novels, where they get all hot and bothered by someone’s ankle showing more than normal! Oh but what an ankle that was tho’. Stop. Focus!

I resolve to see him as clinically as any other hero and not stare at the shape of his ears and think of how I want to whisper how much I love him while kissing it…Grrr…I’m doing it again.

Days later we see Lif again and Alfonse is cursed…We have nine days. Good thing Hel has not seen The Ring or it might have been only seven. Yeah I joke now, but back then I was about to commit murder and then kill myself…or something just as dramatic.

We searched for days, a way to undo the curse and we found nothing. You’d think I would have taken a page from Dean Winchester's book and played the “last days on Earth” trope to get into his pants; but to be honest nothing like that even crossed my mind at the time! I was so desperate to keep him alive that nothing else matter to me. He could have paraded naked in front of me at the time I was at the library and I would not have noticed…Well, maybe I would have, but it didn’t happen so it doesn’t count

Until the sixth night of the curse.

There was a knock at the door to my chamber. Oh! Did I mentioned we have a shared study? Because we do. It is between our chambers and it can only be entered from our rooms. It was his idea and it was for safety reasons. The nights I have spent sitting by the chimney staring at his door…but never mind that. He knocked at my chamber door and when I opened it, he was about to leave. He was wearing sleeping pants, a long sleeve night shirt and socks, all in white.

We had fallen asleep next to each other at the library before of course, especially during the days he was cursed. And yes we used to huddle together during our march through Nifl. It was effing cold OK. We also usually had our sleeping rolls next to each other during campaigns, because we fall asleep while talking or after a watch,but we had never slept together on a bed. Beds are…intimate to him I suppose.

This night however, he came in and he just goes on and sit on my bed. He said nothing. I sat next to him and reached over to give him a hug. He took this as his cue and hugged back and didn’t let go. He clung to me with such force I was starting to feel dizzy. I asked him to stay the night. He nodded and still said nothing. I blew out the candle I was using to read and we went to sleep while he hugged me tightly. It was no surprise to me, but it was not so much fear that I could see in him. It was so many emotions, that fear seemed to be the least of his problems; but of course he was afraid. We spend together the following nights of his curse. Funny thing is …all those nights I dreamed of his Grandpa, watching over from my balcony window.

And did I had a glimpsed of something while sleeping together? No. He came in and blew the candle out and by the time I woke up he was already awake. Not like I would have gone and taken advantage of his sleeping form to explore or something. I just thought later that if I had woken up before him, then may be I would have seen his shirt riding up or his pants lowered a little or maybe his sock had fallen off or something. Oh well…They were still the best nights of my life, even if they didn’t feel like that at the time. I mean, I got to be held like I was the most precious and sacred treasure in the world by my beloved. I would care for nothing else.

Then…Grandpa is actually Alfonse from the future…

Lif, as he goes by now, told us everything that had happened in his Askr. Which is weird because I had been dreaming of something like that and I thought it was stress.

We spent some days in that dead world and I got to see Lif a few times. He looked curious about me, but at the same time I noticed he was avoiding me. The way he looked at Sharena really broke my heart every time I caught him starting at her. In turn Sharena looked ready to adopt him, if only he would let her do it.

One of those night I was having a nightmare about me dying while I saw Anna drop dead as if by magic. I woke up to find Lif watching me from afar. I got up and went to talk to him before he ran away.

We talk for a while. I do not want to intrude on painful memories, but he seems to know me so well it feels natural to talk to him, just like it is to Alfonse.

-You two…you are not lovers yet?- He asks eyeing me sideways.

-No. Where you…?

-Yes. After the first attack. We spent some weeks fighting Hel together. Is he still playing hard to get then?-Oh and there it was.

-Oh! So it is not my imagination! God I thought I was going insane! Oh that Bunny suit messed me up! I love that chest!…wait. Is that why you have your chest out? - He nods.- And the glow…I noticed Thrasir does not have that glow and I love glow in the dark…ermm… It is an awesome design I have to say. I like it. It is sexy.- I felt bad for the lack of tact but at the same time he needed to know I did not find him ugly or scary any more.

-You were always odd like that Summoner.- He says that in his deep voice, and it conveys a lot of feelings.

Did he let me touch his chest? No…and I didn’t really ask to be honest. My respects to Lif. He gave up everything for us. I owe him a lot.

Well, now I knew for sure and I could confront him or let him keep doing it, or maybe just seduce him. It was strange. I always thought it only worked on men, but I guess it does work goes both ways! At least it help me to fall in love with his mind and heart first, not his body.

Next day we were walking out of Lif’s castle when the floor gave in and Alfonse and I fell through it. Luckily it was not even high, but I am not as tall as Alfonse and with my luck, part of my coat and shirt got caught on a sharp part of a broken stone pillar, and I was left hanging about one feet off the ground by one shoulder. I tried wiggling off the coat but I could not do it.

-Are you hurt _____?- Alfonse asks worriedly getting up from where he landed on the floor.

-No! I think I just got scratched! But I can’t unhook my self.

- Only you _____.- Says Alfonse smiling and getting dust out of his uniform.

-Thanks Alfonse…Can you help me down?

He looks around and up for a while and then stares at me for a few minutes. Probably thinking how to approach the problem, but seriously I think he could just reach up and unhook me. He is tall enough for that.

He comes close to me and circle my waist with his left arm and places his left leg between my legs to find leverage on the pillar behind me. He reaches over my head with his right arm to unhook my coat. Being this close to him is so exiting. My heart begins to race and I start feeling kind of hot. I try not to think about it and avoid my gaze from his face, but I can’t help looking at him.

There was not much light coming down from the hole above us, but I could see the side of his face and ear…yeah the same ear I wanted to…OK! Not now! He took this time to move his leg up to hold my weight up, and I was left straddling it. He kind of wiggled it to adjust and…Oh boy! It felt good, good.

<< Oh no! Don’t move it anymore…>> I was praying for him not to move that leg, because God in heaven, I was going to come right there and then.

…And he moved it again but higher and harder…

-Mmmn- Oh GOD! I did not just moan into his ear. I mean, I am not horny all the time, come on! It is just that, he is so close I can smell him. He smells so deliciously manly, and his leg is touching just the right places!!

Meanwhile he is frozen in place. It seems like he is thinking about what to do or maybe just not thinking at all. I personally think he will be leaving me hanging there to be hones. I am so embarrassed, I lower my face to hide it, but we are so close, I end up hiding my face in the crook of his neck.

He gasps and I can feel his arm tightening on my waist and I get even closer to him. I feel him moving his head a little as if to see my face and then…he moves the leg again as if testing it. This time slowly. I tried and fail to stifle another moan but it still comes out. He moves his hips upwards and keeps moving the leg. It creates just the right amount of friction needed. I feel my hips move on their own to meet him.

-Alfonse…- My legs tighten around his and when I come close to his manhood I can feel his arousal as well.

-_________- He whispers my name softly as my leg touches him. All this while he is still moving that blessed leg back and ford. I am panting at this point and he feels like he is in the same situation. All of this brought me to my knees. I came hard. I sat there shuddering in his arms and biting my hand because the stone caused every little noise to sound louder. I felt him kissing my hair.

We heard some loud footsteps up above us and then…

-Hey! You need help down there!- I hear Barst’s voice over my head. He does not sound or look like he heard anything.

-We are fine…I just need …to get her down.- Alfonse’s voice sound a little strained but Barst takes it to mean he es working on helping me down. Just like that, he unhooks my coat and lowers me down gently, still not letting go.

-I’m getting a ladder!- He’s gone and we can hear his footsteps getting farther away.

Alfonse steps forward still with me in his arms ,until my back is against the pillar and then looks at me and kisses me hard.

I am dizzy by the time he lets go. - He is coming back.- He says against my neck and bites into it. I am sure they could hear that whimper that left my mouth. And can you blame me? He just bit into my neck and at the same time moved his hips in a way that I could feel his manhood rub against me. Both his hands were lowered to my hips and he used them to have me closer to him. All this while, he gave this utterly sexy guttural sound that almost sounded like a growl… He lets go, takes a step back and turns around, a moment later a ladder is lowered.

-You go. I will explore down here a moment.- He says in a firm voice not looking at me.

I go up the ladder still a little shaky and flushed. I tel Barst to let him explore to see what he can find, but to leave the ladder for him to get up. Darn I wanted to go “exploring” with him. Just imagining what he is doing down there is doing things to me. Good thing everyone thought I was scared of what had happened. I only had a scratch to show.

He came back much later.

…Well that was a lot of “exploring”.

He comes to the camp outside the castle and we are ready to leave just after lunch. At first he seems reluctant to be near me. I am freaking out because well, overthinking and anxiety mixed with insecurities is a bad mix. Finally after half a day of travel, we make camp and post the watch. He comes and sit by my side when I am eating. We don’t talk about it until we are left alone to go to rest.

-I…I apologize Alfonse. It wasn’t my intention. I…it just happened.- I tell him when he doesn’t speak.

- It wasn’t my intention either…you don’t have to apologize. I have been wanting to tell you. I…have feelings for you. I just did not want to say it in a situation like that and not at a time like this. I wanted it to be special. I am in love with you _____.

-I love you too Alfonse. I have for a long time… I’m sorry I ruined it…but I could not help but enjoy having you so near.- He is scarlet red, but smiling.- Which by the way, is your fault.- He looks puzzled.- Sir you are playing dirty.

-How so? - He asks.

-You are playing hard to get with my heart.

-Oh that game you started playing with mine?-He asks arching an eyebrow.

-What? Me? When? You don’t even let me see your hands for God’s sake. I never saw you flirting with me.

-I…hold your hands.- He says blushing. Well that was so Alfonse of him.-…erm…You used to never take off that coat or those pants. You were all mysterious and unreachable- Mysterious? Well, firs time someone said that about me.

-You wanted me to take off my pants?- He turns red again -I was…insecure. I mean look at those gorgeous women out there and I get all jealous and insecure. I felt safe with my coat on. What was your excuse?

-The same…I am jealous and insecure…Well, I was at first, but then I noticed something about you. - I give him a questioning look.- You could look at any hero in the nude and not get flustered by it. When I asked you why; you told me they where just natural human bodies to you. You sounded like they were nothing special; like you had analyzed bodies so much you did not find them beautiful or sacred any more. You said you studied them at school and everyone paraded half naked in musical shows and the like. Later you told me you did find them beautiful in an artistic or scientific kind of way but it did not make it better to me.

How to make someone like you fall in love….with me? I listened to you and how you praised my intellect and skills, and I knew you were attracted to those qualities, but there are other men with intellect and skills at home too. I needed to find a way to be special to you.

It was only when we met that other Alfonse dressed in a bunny costume that I understood. The way you looked at him made me so envious and jealous. What was so special about him? I saw you ogle his body like he was the most sinful of apparitions, and he looked just like me! I was frustrated. That same evening I saw you looking differently at me, and I could not help but feel elated about it.

I spied you looking intently at my naked hands and when I put on my globes, that look of disappointment did not escape my eyes. It occurred to me that you had never seen me in any state of undress and it must have been strange to you. I understood how you felt now. I have been watching heroes for years. Beautiful women I have been watching on a daily basis and none of them feel spacial, even if they have beautiful bodies,or incredible skills. Yet the day I saw you wearing regular clothes I …well I…- He blushed, lowered his face and left the sentence hanging.

I flirted with the idea of letting you see more of me, but then I would just become like any other hero, and I wanted more than that. I want so much more.- Now he looked at me, and there was so much love and affection in his eyes, I could have melted in the spot.

I have to confess I enjoyed seeing you flustered when you could see a little of me. That made me feel special, but I did not want to be just a mystery to you either. I wanted your heart and soul,your love not only your lust. I needed to to know you loved me.

I had a talk last night with Lif. He told me they were lovers …His summoner and him. He told me I was being a fool just wasting time. He said that if you were anything like his ______, then you loved me, jut like his summoner did him. _______, I want what they had…I want everything, but I am afraid. Between this situation and the war with Embla…You understand me, don’t you?

- I understand you. I suppose the time is not right. I don’t want to look back on the day we finally are together and remember all these tragedies. You know Alfonse. You were right about me and my take on “nakedness”. I guess we are on the same page now about desire too. To us, Desire comes from love. That is what makes you and your body especial to me. I fell in love with your sharp mind and your heart first, but also thanks to your “efforts” I can understand and appreciate how special a lover’s body is. You made me understand, that what I feel for you is true love, not just infatuation or lust. Thank you. We can wait if that is your wish…if not…I will not say ‘no’ to that to be honest. I leave it to your discretion…But Alfonse, next time you go “exploring” , I want you to know, I can always lend you a hand. ;)

~*~

I write this on the day of Devotion. Alfonse and I had another talk and at the end, we decided to wait. Alfonse’s position is a little difficult, and now even more so after his father’s death. His personality makes me forget he is royalty, but the weight of his crown is a lot. He has more responsibilities and images to uphold. I want to think we have time to enjoy each other’s company, hearts and mind before we rush things any way.

Well, I have to go, my family (Yes they are my family now) is waiting for me. Sharena informed me there is a huge surprise for me. Well, Anna did owed me some favors and she designed the costumes for the Royal family.I can’t wait see Alfonse! I hear he is wearing sandals XD Wink, wink!

PS: Wait! I just realized something! Lif was actually spying on us!?

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spenciegoob · 4 years ago

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A Short Film

A/N: hey hey hey... mid writing this I realized how much I jumped the gun and thought this was a good concept, but now that I’m thinking too hard about it, maybe it’s not. I also wrote too much of it to back down now, so hopefully someone out there enjoys this as much as I did in my head lol.

Summary: Spencer steps way out of his comfort zone to ask his film major girlfriend a question.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: nothing really... Spencer hardcore struggling with technology

Word Count: 3.5k

Masterlist

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“Hey Garcia, do you think you could help with something?” Spencer asked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously and not looking up from the floor of her office.

“Of course, Boy Wonder? What can I do for you?” Garcia answered while excitedly turning her chair back to her wall of screens.

Spencer grabbed the extra chair in her office and mumbled, “Actually um,” causing Garcia to completely abandon her position and fully face the genius.

“Spencer, are you okay? Is something wrong?” Spencer couldn’t blame her for asking. He was sweating more than usual, his face was bright red and he hadn’t stop fiddling with his hands since he shut the door.

“Oh no, nothing’s wrong. I just, uh, I don’t really know how to ask this,” Spencer stumbled back. It was the truth after all. No life experience had prepared him for such a request, one that in the grand scheme of things was not a lot, but to Spencer.

To Spencer, it was everything.

“That’s okay. Take your time,” Penelope stated back, and coming from anyone else, Spencer would have believed it was sarcastic in nature. But he also knew that Penelope was one of the only people he could never find judgement or maliciousness from.

You were the other.

“So Y/N and I as you’re probably aware have been together for 2 years now, and you also know that she just got her degree in cinematography and design, which is really funny if you think about it because I know nothing about any of that, but she knows everything. You know, sometimes she’ll explain to me what she sees through her eyes and it’s nothing like what I’ve ever been able to. I’m rambling now but I want to do that,” Spencer spurted out, and once he was done, he took a breath so deep Penelope whole-heartedly believed if he spent one more second talking, he may pass out.

“Woah there, slow down. First of all, that’s adorable. I love Y/N so much. Second of all, how exactly am I supposed to help you see things that way? Shouldn’t she be more help?” Penelope questioned, now completely confused about Spencer’s intentions with this very early morning visit.

“She can’t exactly know. It’s kind of a surprise thing,” Spencer answered shyly. He hadn’t even gotten to the punchline and yet, he was contemplating every move.

Was this a good idea?

But when he saw the way Penelope lit up before she yelled, “Tell me everything, and spare no details. None!” He knew he would stop at nothing to make this perfect.

“So here’s what I was thinking.”

That was 1 year ago today, and since then, Spencer has tried to figure out what to say when he revealed his big project. He stood in front of the mirror every day for 365 days trying to find the perfect way to put it. Still when you sat on your shared couch gazing up at him in amusement, confusion and adoration all at once, his mouth was dry and his throat clamped up.

“Spence, you’re starting to scare me. Are you okay?” You asked, watching as your boyfriend stared at you like a deer caught in headlights with a laptop and assorted cords in his hands.

“Uh, yes! Yes I am okay. I just need to um, this needs to go. You know what? I wasn’t told how to do this part, can you help me?” Spencer paced back and forth between you and the TV four times while he was talking before he stopped defeated in front of you. He wouldn’t have asked for help unless he was certain Penelope was smart enough to insert a black screen in the beginning of what caused the laptop to burn a hole in his hand.

“Yes, of course,” you said, slightly chuckling at his confusion. Spencer Reid and technology, whilst tragic, was also very adorable. “What are you trying to do?”

“I need the video on the laptop to play on the TV,” he stated simply. At least he knew what he wanted. That was a new, first step in the right direction.

“Okay easy. Just hand me that cord, and,” you drew out the ‘and’ as you bent around the TV and plugged in the cord. “Perfect. Now just plug this end into the laptop and hit play.” You handed Spencer back his end of the cord, watching as he examined the object and the side of the computer to know where exactly to put it. It almost felt like watching a toddler try and find the rightly shaped hole for the triangle piece, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t endearing.

Before he could break anything, you stepped in. “I know you’d be able to figure it out, but it’s that one.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled back sheepishly.

“Okay so a little back story. A year ago today, I asked Penelope to teach me how to record videos on my new phone. Thank you for that by the way, the camera on it is really cool, and I’m not just saying that because it’s one of the only things I know how to work. Anyways, I started secretly recording videos of you, of us, anything that reminded me of you, and me talking about you. So I sent them over to Garcia and she pushed them all together, and I think what I’m trying to say is I made a short film? Home video? It doesn’t really matter, but I’m showing it to you now.” Spencer didn’t acknowledge the shocked look on your face as he settled next to you and put the laptop on the coffee table.

But as you watched him find the video and set up, your jaw stayed slack. Spencer Reid, the world’s biggest technophobe, figured out how to use an iPhone camera just for you. While to others it may not seem like a lot, to you.

To you, it was everything.

“Spence, I don’t even know what to say. This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” It didn’t feel like enough. The amount of awe, and love that filled your chest was so comforting, so warm.

It felt like home. It felt like Spencer.

“You don’t have to say anything, just watch,” he stated before hitting the spacebar, something he’s seen you do plenty of times.

The video started out with Spencer crouching down slightly to where the phone was set up against a bookcase in front of the couch.

“Is it recording?” He whispered, and when he realized it was, he took a step back and gave a thumbs up before rushing to sit on the couch. You couldn’t help but let a full smile stretch across your face, an involuntary act when it came to Spencer.

“Hey, love bug. It’s Spencer, but wait you knew that because you can see me.” There was a small pause as Spencer squinted to see if you could actually see him from his position on the couch. When he realized he was in frame, he continued. “This is totally weird that I’m technically talking to myself right now, but I hope future me gave you an explanation. I tried to wait for a good time to start recording this, and in the two weeks I’ve known how to work that thing,” Spencer said as he pointed to the camera. “We’ve been on a case. I came home tonight, and you’re sleeping right now, but if I stay quiet enough I can say what I need to.”

You looked over at Spencer as he was twiddling with his fingers. Something he only did when he was nervous. You reached over and grabbed one of his hands, giving it a reassuring squeeze, but when you tried to pull away so as to not truly disturb his fidgeting, he caught it. So, you intertwined your fingers together, and continued to watch past Spencer.

“I came home today, and all I wanted to do was hold you. Granted, that’s every day, but today was just, it was really hard. When I came home you were asleep on the couch. One time you told me you didn't like to sleep in our bed while I was away, something about it being too big. At first, I was mad because your poor back, but today I changed my mind because the amount of steps to get to you was much less.”

Spencer unlocked the door to the apartment, resting his head against the wood as he inserted the key into the lock. The most recent case had ended with the death of both the latest victim and the unsub, and he couldn’t bear another second of remembering the scene play out in front of him.

All he wanted to do was lay in her arms, but when he opened the door, the apartment was completely silent.

And then he saw a little fuzzy sock clad foot sticking out from underneath the huge, fluffy blanket on the couch. Slowly, he walked towards you, finding you fast asleep with a t-shirt of his tightly snuggled up to your neck and face.

Spencer got down on a knee in front of you, and brushed the hair that had fallen over your eyes. Slowly, they fluttered open at his feather touch, only to widen with realization.

“You’re home!” You squealed, throwing your hands around his neck. Immediately, he reciprocated the hug, tighter than usual. Spencer tucked his head into your neck and inhaled the scent of your shampoo, a grounding technique he would never tell you he developed. The hands he delicately placed at first across the expanse of your back grew heavier, drawing your body closer to his.

You pulled your head back, him following your movements, and stared deeply into his eyes for a second. The moment you two locked eyes, he knew the jig was up. Spencer knew you could see right through him, and he knew that even if you weren’t there to witness what he had, you saw it replaying over and over in his eyes.

“You must be tired, let’s get you to bed.” Your words shocked him at first. Usually, the people in his life would ask insistent questions on his mental well-being, and while they were greatly appreciated, Spencer was never one to open up when asked to.

You, however, didn’t meddle, you didn’t push. You simply gave him a place to feel safe as you two settled under the duvet together, never letting go of one another even for a second. You held the back of his head, slowly brushing your fingers through his curls as he laid against your chest. Your fingers were medicinal to him, softly taking away the pain and violence of the day, and replacing it with security, comfort, love.

“No one’s ever been that excited to see me before, let alone knew how to take care of me the way you did. I just,” Spencer trailed off and looked towards our bedroom, where you stirred in your sleep looking for him. “You’re about to wake up and wonder where I went. Now you know what I was doing in “the bathroom” for 30 minutes actually meant. Alright, see you next video, love bug.”

The screen cut to Spencer obviously holding the phone close to his chest, the only thing in frame the space where his shoulder and neck met. The soft chords of the start of Vienna by Billy Joel can be heard from outside the room he was in.

“Okay, I’m gonna have to sneak up on you. I’m sorry in advance.”

Spencer finally addressed the camera. As the Spencer on the TV quietly left his position in what you could only assume was your bedroom, you looked over at your very real Spencer softly smiling at the TV.

When he caught your stare, he said “Watch, this is my favorite part.” Turning back to the TV, you watched as Spencer carefully tiptoed to the living room, placing the camera to lean against the vase in the middle of the dinner table to face the kitchen.

In the kitchen, you watched yourself very poorly sing along with Billy Joel using a whisk that you just got done washing as a microphone. The blush that crept up your neck and to your cheeks with embarrassment still felt the same as it did that day.

You hadn’t heard Spencer sneak up on you, not until he was right behind you and let out a soft chuckle at a note you missed. Spencer had never seen someone jump out of their skin as much as you did when he made his presence known.

“Jesus Spencer, you scared me!” You yelled before a smile crept up your face. You couldn’t help it, even in the most embarrassing times, not when Spencer looked at you like that.

“Sorry, love bug. Although, I didn’t mean for you to stop the show.” At that you hit his chest with the whisk/microphone, both of you laughing fully now. “Come here.”

Spencer took your hand, pulling you softly to his chest where you laid your head to his heart. Wrapping his hand around your waist, the two of you started to slowly sway to the music. You both were incredibly offbeat to Vienna, but listening to Spencer’s heart, you realized that the tempo you were dancing at matched up. Unbeknownst to you, due to the adrenaline of being scared, Spencer could feel your heartbeat on his abdomen, and was swaying to that.

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, dancing to the in sync beat of each other’s hearts.

The clip of you dancing however only lasted 10 more seconds as the next scene of Spencer bundled up for the fall played. You had met Spencer during the fall, and fell in love with the way the red, yellow and orange leaves contrasted against his honey eyes. This clip was no different.

“Hey, love bug. I’m on my way to deliver this coffee to you in between classes, but I had to stop so I can show you my new friends I’ve made along the way.”

The camera panned down to 4 little ducklings surrounding Spencer’s converse, most of them just waddling around, but one was insistently pecking at the rubber toe of his left shoe. Spencer pointed at the little deviant and said ‘that’s you’ before bringing the camera back up to his face.

“I may have made the mistake of feeding them the fruit I was bringing you, which reminds me I should probably go get you more. I don’t think you’ll be mad though. How could you? Look how cute they are! I kind of want to take them home, but I definitely know that’ll make you mad. Anyways, I just wanted to show off that you’re not always the animal person in this relationship. See you soon, love bug.”

“Oh my god, Spencer. That was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, but to confirm your thoughts, yes, I would’ve been mad,” you stated, the giddy smile never leaving your face, and giggles spreading themselves through your words.

“I know, I know. They belong in the wild,” he said back, holding up his free hand in faux defeat.

A new scene presented itself to you, this one being Spencer setting up the camera on the bathroom sink while brushing his teeth. You knew you were approaching by the music slowly getting louder.

You entered you and Spencer’s shared bathroom, Don’t Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John playing out of your phone. He was brushing his teeth, and you followed suit, not stopping the small dancing as you did.

You looked at Spencer, and started moving side to side, your free hand grabbing the crook of his elbow to join you. Looking in the mirror expectedly, you watched Spencer look up at the ceiling before joining you, a smile on his face.

Slowly, the two of you fell into a rhythm to the beat of Elton John, making funny faces to each other in the mirror as you did so.

You reached out fully to lean your head on Spencer’s shoulder as you watched.

The scene on the TV shifted once again to show a very flustered you standing in front of the TV with Citizen Kane paused. Your hair was in a messy bun, and you were sporting one of Spencer’s old Caltech t-shirts, and fuzzy black pants with little pumpkins printed everywhere.

Spencer was also wearing the same fuzzy pants.

“Spence, I’m gonna sound crazy here,” you sprinting off the couch after pausing the film you were currently trying to study for your film analysis class.

“You’re not off to a great start here,” Spencer laughed out. Spencer once told you that no matter what he thought about a book or film, he wanted to listen to you ramble about it for hours. The first thing he fell in love with about you was the way you challenged his thinking, expanding his mind to the possibilities of learning about the difference between production design and cinematography. You taught him something that no class, book or person could ever.

Your mouth dropped open, an over exaggerated gasp leaving your lips, your hand meeting your chest softly.

“Meanie.” Spencer and you chuckled at the antics, and when the laughs died down, you continued. “Here me out, though.”

And from there, you went into a deep dive about the unreliable narrator, and how it affects camera placement in the scene you two just watched.

“Oh my god. I talk that fast?” You asked Spencer, who just let a breathy laugh out at your realization.

“Don’t worry, I think it’s adorable,” he whispered the last part, the smile on his face turning from one of hilarity to one full of love.

30 seconds into your rant, you realize the phone he was attempting to hide close to his lap. Your eyes flicked between the camera that was pointed at you, and Spencer, who’s face filled with confusion as to why you stopped talking.

“Are you recording me?” You asked, a smile never leaving your face. Oh no, he’d been caught. Spencer has to think of a believable excuse, and quick.

“Uh, yeah, sorry, I just uh... I figured instead of you trying to write it down later, you’d want all your notes now.” Perfect!

“Damn, that was good,” you said, nodding softly at his swiftness. You couldn’t be mad he lied, how could you when the truth was this beautiful?

“I know, right? I came up with it on the spot,” Spencer joked with you. As if TV Spencer knew he was interrupting a moment, a throat clearing came from the video. The Spencer you saw was from 3 days ago, and was sitting in his car in what looked to be the Quantico parking garage.

“Hi, love bug. I’m days away from showing you this, and I still don’t know what to say. I hope the me you’re with now has figured it out. So, uh, yeah. That’s it. Uh, take it away, future Spencer. Actually, you’d be present Spenc-” The video cut off, courtesy of Penelope Garcia.

“Y/N,” Spencer started, turning to face a very emotional you fully. “I still haven’t found the right words. None of them could express my love for you, and perfect doesn’t come close to describing you. I know you have a thing for supporting evidence, and I think I just provided a lot to prove that the best thing to ever happen in my life is you.” You let out a small giggle, the tears welling in your eyes breaking free. “Oh no, if you cry, then I’m going to.”

You let out a full laugh now as Spencer wiped the tears falling down your cheeks before continuing.

“Before you, I was reckless. I didn’t care what happened as long as I did something to help. Now, I have a reason to be careful, a reason to care. I can’t do that to you, and if I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you, I need to live.”

You inhaled softly as Spencer reached into the pocket of his pants, taking your hand in his.

“Which brings me to my question,” he said with a small smile and cocked his head. Slowly, he dropped down to one knee in front of you.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” Spencer opened the velvet box to reveal a simple silver band with a square cut diamond delicately placed on top.

“Spencer Reid, yes. I will marry you.”

With shaky fingers, he slid the ring on your fingers, the fit perfect. You couldn’t wait any longer, and grabbed his face in your hands to pull his lips to yours. Your lips molded together in perfect harmony, lulling you deeper into Spencer’s embrace.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you, too,” Spencer answered, only pulling back far enough to mumble before kissing you again.

Note to self: thank Penelope Garcia.

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ghostadventuresstuff · 3 years ago

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Zak Bagans (Vampire) x Reader

Y/N

You never did have the best track record when it came to being safe, it was as if danger and near-death followed you everywhere you went but your boyfriend Zak was mysteriously always there to save you. He'd make you drink some homemade medicine which would have you feeling brand new in a day or two. It cut down on hospital bills.

You and Zak were returning back from a date when your car was smashed into by a large truck, running you off the road and with enough force you're ejected from the car. You can hear Zak shouting your name as your vision starts to blur, he sounds fine but that's impossible because the two of you had just been in a car crash.

Sleep overcomes you and closing your eyes seems like a good idea, however before the darkness takes over you feel something wet on your lips. It was probably blood from a head injury but something inside you told you to part your lips slightly and swallow. It was as if you could hear Zak's voice in your head. Then the darkness overcame you.

*2 DAYS LATER*

You slowly start to open your eyes, you remember very little from the accident but you were adamant your injuries should have killed you. You sit up in bed, yours and Zak's bed to be precise and notice there's no sign of injury on your body.

On the bedside table is a glass of Zak's homemade medicine, you drink it without hesitation as you always did. Though this time you taste something metallic, you bring the glass up to your nose and sniff. Blood, that's what you can smell. But why would there be blood in the juice you just drank?

You needed to find Zak and get some answers because you were seriously starting to freak out. Carefully you climb out of bed only then noticing that Zak had put you in one of his shirts which reached your knees. What exactly happened after the crash? Zak should have been injured just like you.

Walking down the staircase you get to the bottom step where a patch of sunlight seeps through the front door window. The second the sun makes contact with your skin your foot starts to hiss and you jump back as you feel the skin on your foot blister. What was wrong with you? sunlight didn't normally burn people like that.

'Zak,' you call out.

You get no reply. Carefully you edge your way around the patch of sunlight on the stairs and edge your way into the living room. The curtains are wide open and sunlight floods the room, you instinctively cover your eyes with your hand which is odd because you're never normally sensitive to light like this. A stray beam hits your hand and you hiss in pain before jumping back into a patch of shadow by the bookcase.

You started to freak out, what was going on with your body? You'd never felt this weak before, back in bed you felt fine because the curtains were closed but now you felt the energy leaving your body. You begin to sob silently and sink to the floor clutching your hands over your knees. Maybe Zak can offer an explanation.

*EVENING*

Zak hadn't returned home all day leaving you trapped in the small shadow in the living room. You were unable to reach your phone, by now you had cried all the tears out of your body and had begun shaking uncontrollably. Then suddenly you hear the front door open and Zak casually drops his keys into the pot, he was whistling.

'y/n are you up?'

You try to stand up but your body is weak and you collapse back to the floor. You manage to knock over a book which causes Zak to run into the living room, his eyes scan the room frantically before they latch onto you. His face drops as he darts beside you in a second.

'What are you doing down here?' he speaks frantically.

You gasp, fighting for breath 'I woke up and you were gone. I came downstairs but the sunlight hurt me, I've been trapped here all day because the sun kept coming through the windows. Why did the sun hurt me?'

Zak glances over at the open curtains and curses under his breath. He examines your hand and foot which still has slight burn marks on them.

'I'll explain everything to you, babe, after you drink this.'

Next thing you know his eyes have turned black and his canines have extended and he's biting into his wrist. Your eyes bulge at the sight of blood trickling from the wound. You believed in the supernatural world, but Zak couldn't possibly be a vampire as he showed no signs. He was obsessed with Dracula but you simply thought it was a quirk.

'I never should have left you, I thought you'd take more time to heal. Come on drink up, it will make you stronger,' he says with urgency in his voice.

He brings his wrist up to your mouth and as much as you find the idea of drinking his blood repulsive, something inside you stirs and suddenly you're craving the crimson liquid.

You pull away after a minute or so and already you feel strength returning to your body. Zak stands up and brushes the dust off his trousers before bending down and scooping you up bridal style. You should have been more scared by the monster holding you in his arms, but he still looked and acted like the man you fell in love with.

'Let's get you back upstairs love,' he speaks softly.

Before you know it you're back in the bedroom and Zak is placing you back in bed, however, he doesn't leave this time. Instead, he climbs onto the bed next to you and rests your head on his chest as he starts to play with your hair.

'If you haven't already guessed it by now y/n I'm a vampire.'

You nod in understanding, 'yeah I kind of conned onto the whole black eyes, extended canines and blood. How old are you? And why did you lie to me? Oh yeah, and what the hell happened last night?'

Zak chuckles, 'I'm 150 give or take a few years, after a while vampires stop counting birthdays. Now the reason I lied to you is that I didn't want to lose you. That night when we met in the club I was at one of my lowest points where I craved blood and would kill anything with a pulse. I saw you sitting at the bar and as much as I wanted to drink your blood, I couldn't bring myself to physically harm you. When that creep was hitting on you I was jealous and protective, I did kill him by the way. But once I got to know you I knew I'd found the reason to switch my humanity back on.'

He sounded genuine, and it made you feel warm inside that he was jealous of another guy hitting on you.

'I'd just lost my job that day and was looking for a little adventure. Then you came along and I got to have my adventure, give or take a few times you talked me out of things for fear of my own safety,' you joke.

Zak sighs, 'It takes a lot to kill a vampire y/n, whereas humans are easy to break.'

It was your turn to chuckle, it felt like you were having a normal conversation with your boyfriend who just happened to be a 150-year-old vampire, 'we were in a pretty bad crash last night. What happened? Because my mind is drawing blanks after I passed out.'

'We were hit by an oil tanker, the driver was over the limit and unfortunately didn't die but chose to do a runner. You were thrown from the car and I fed you my blood to heal you, however, if a human dies with vampire blood in his system then they start the transition into becoming a vampire.'

That explained the weakness to sunlight and the weak body, Zak had turned you into a vampire because he didn't want to watch you die. However, you were curious about the transition and what happened to the driver.

'What happens during the transition?' You ask, genuinely interested and a little scared.

'You have to drink blood from a human. That glass I left you earlier which you drank contained the blood of the driver. He had no regard for your life and chose to run instead of calling an ambulance so I took his life to save yours.'

Okay so that explained what happened to the driver, his blood was in your system and that was turning you into a vampire. But you had so many more questions. Zak seemed relatively calm and willing to answer, after all, he had made you immortal without your consent.

'How can you walk in sunlight whereas it burned me?' you question.

Zak shifts himself from under you and pulls something out of his jacket pocket. It's a small black box, 'vampires can only walk in sunlight if they have a ring made by a witch, luckily I know a friendly witch who made mine. Here give me your hand y/n.'

You lazily lift your hand up while Zak pops open the little black box, inside is the prettiest ring you've ever seen. You can tell it was handcrafted and looks like it's been through the ages.

'Zak the ring is gorgeous,' you gasp.

Zak smirks and slips the ring out of the box, 'this was crafted by my father 170 years ago, he gave it to my mother and then my mum handed it to me and told me to only put it on the finger of the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my days with. I had the witch spell it so you'll be able to walk in sunlight, will you do the honours of marrying me y/n?'

Your mouth drops open, those were the last words you expected to come out of his mouth. Was this why he was out all day? You should have been flattered that he'd waited 150 years to find the right person, and you couldn't believe that person was you.

Ever since you were a little girl you'd always planned how you were going to get married. Maybe to a vampire wasn't the initial plan but things change, you were both vampires and that meant he'd be stuck with you for a very long time.

'Yes, Zak I will marry you.'

You've never seen a bigger smile on Zak's face than right now, he slides the ring onto your finger before pulling you in for a kiss. You smirk against his lips and pull away slightly.

'You do know you're now stuck with me, Zak.'

He chuckles, 'I think I can handle you y/n.'

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theblvckvenus · 4 years ago

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In the Library

Summary: Henry comes home from filming earlier than you’d anticipated. He decides to show you how much attentions he’s missed giving you and you don’t make it out of the library.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader, Henry Cavill x Fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, choking, rough, dubcon, sub/dom

18+ ONLY

You were settled in the study, book rested against your thighs in the curled position you sat in. Henry was out of London, filming all weekend and you’d been bored on your own. All of yesterday you’d spent curled up in his t shirt, ordering food and bingeing Netflix. Too much lazing, you’d resolved to do a mildly productive activity this afternoon and taken advantage of the varied book collection of Henry’s.

There was a sound of the front door shutting, causing you to shift in panic, slamming the book shut. Who the hell was that? You clutched onto the book as footsteps padded through the house ending by the study door that was left open. Crouching up onto your toes in the seat you lifted the book as the door creaked open. As a figure entered you launched the book in it’s direction, it thudding against the wall behind Henry as he stood in the entrance to the room.

His face turned in disbelief to look at the mangled paperback on the floor before returning to you with a disappointed look. “That’s how you greet me?” There was a mild hint of laughter in his voice, but mainly he was shocked from the missile you’d just aimed at him.

“You aren’t supposed to be back till Monday.” You gasped, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins as you stood from your position on the chair.

“It is Monday, little love.” He replied with a patient smile, arms crossing across his large chest. As he watched you, you felt his eyes glance quickly over your frame, in a satin robe that left your legs exposed to the warm air of the house.

“Did my silly little baby get the days mixed up?” He asked drawing you into his hold as he spoke. You rested your head against his chest, nodding against the material of his shirt as your arms slipped around his chest.

“Missed you.” Was the response whispered into the material of his sweater. Your cheeks had turned a light shade of pink, blushing at your own absentmindedness.

Henry chuckled, large hands sliding down to your lower back as he held you “Maybe Daddy needs to wake his silly little baby up? Seems she’s not been paying attention to anything whilst I was gone.”

Raising your head in surprise, you gave him a puzzled look for just a second before your body was pushed against the bookshelf beside it. He had your face crushed into the wooden shelving, back to his large frame as you reeled from the surprise of the action.

“Do you want Daddy to teach you that lesson little one?” His voice remained patient, large hand on your shoulders keeping you pinned in position as he awaited the reply.

You nodded, breathing a soft yes into the wood at your mouth. It wasn’t loud enough for Henry to hear but the motion of your head told him what he needed to know.

“Good girl.” He muttered, large foot stepping between yours and kicking them apart so you were stood in a wide stance before him. You turned your jaw slightly to watch him but barely had the chance to before his whole body was pressed against yours, pinning you harder into the bookshelves.

“No y/n. You face forward until I say so. Look at those pretty books you like to get so lost in.” He growled, hard chest keeping your head forward. Your cheek stunk in an almost painful sensation against the spine of the books but the anticipation soothed the feeling.

“Yes, sir.” The only response that would make this easier for you. You could already feel the wetness between your legs, eyes closing as you waited for his next move.

The pressure of Henry was gone from your back and next thing you felt was a rough slap against your ass. “Lift that robe for me. Let’s me see what Daddy left behind.” He said quietly, kneeling down as you obliged him.

You held the material in your fingers exposing your bare ass to him, causing a quiet groan to come from his mouth. Henry knelt between you legs now, his large shoulders shoving in between your thighs to give him prime access. His teeth hooked through the material of your panties, slipping them down to fall around your ankles.

“Fucking soaking for me babygirl. Why did I ever leave you?” He whispered into your thigh, biting the sensitive skin as you whined quietly. Henry kissed up from that spot to rest his mouth at your entrance. He angled his jaw upwards, leaning up to press a deep kiss to your heat, his tongue sliding between your lips.

As he tasted you his hands moved back up to smack your ass again, the sensation making you jump. He seized the opportunity asyour legs widened in surprise, forcing his tongue further in to explore your entrance, licking and sucking as you mewed appreciatively. His upper lip trapped your clit in his mouth smoothering it with sloppy kisses that had your legs quaking beside him.

Moments later Henry sat back and you could hear him licking the sweetness from his lips before he stood back up to full height. “What do you say babygirl?”

“Thank you Sir.” You whimpered into the bookcase, the structure causing the sound to echo back at him.

Henry hand snaked around your waist undoing the tie of the robe and pulling it roughly from your shoulders. The patient man who had entered the library was gone now and you could tell he was hungry for you. As you stood completely naked before him Henry let out a deep sound, closer to a growl then something a man would make.

One hand undid his own trousers and his other lifted your arms to hold the shelves beside you. You were greatful for the guidance, knowing you’d be needing the support later on.

Henry’s hand moved his tip forward past your cheeks to rest at your entrance. His stature left you mismatched in height and you lifted yourself onto tip toes so he could slide into you. Next moment Henry was filling your insides, the feeling almost causing you drop back down onto your heels.

“Let daddy help you, little one.” He said quietly his own feet finding purchase under yours, letting you stand on them so you were comfortable. Next he was sliding back out of you, before sinking quickly back in. Henry found an easy rhythm, each motion as deep as he could force himself, biting and kissing along your bare back and shoulders to distract from the feeling.

You rewarded his actions with soft moans that only caused his hips to move faster. The added pressure caused you to bite down on the wooden shelf, muffling your cries from him, head knocking the books each time he filled you.

Henry continued slamming into you but his hand closed around your hair, pulling back till your forehead was rested beneath his chin. Your spine curved beneath him but you felt no discomfort at the position, to preoccupied with his member pummelling into you.

“Good girl, y/n. Going to take every last drop daddy gives you. He enunciated the words with a sharp tug of your hair drawing a choked sound from your lips.

Each of his thrusts pushed your hips into the frame of the book case, the feeling inside your heat as if you were splitting apart. There was no room to move, no way of escaping the massive presence within you. That realisation alone had your stomach contracting, nails clawing at the books as you struggled against the feeling.

Henry spotted the desperate movements you were making, holding deep within you as your hips squirmed atop his larger one. He was waiting for you to ask him. “Please, please Henry.” You managed to gasp out, feeling every vein against your inner walls, the curve of his large dick sending spasms down your thighs. “Please sir can I?”

“Not yet.” He grunted against your ear releasing the pressure of your hair and hooking an arm round your neck to drag you backwards towards the middle of the library. “You’re going to wait till daddy’s emptied into you and then you can come. Teach you a lesson about throwing things at me.”

You whimpered at his response, completely powerless in his arms as his large forearm at your throat kept you impaled in place. For a moment Henry kept the short, sharp thrusting movements into your heat, back pressed to his chest.

Henry wasn’t ready to finish with you yet however and just as you were about to give in to yourself he pulled out, flipping you round to face him.

“Not yet baby, not till you have my permission.” He growled lifting you by you waist into his arms laying your back down on the rug of the library floor. As soon as you were safely placed beneath him, his body was atop yours again, hooking your legs over his shoulder as he pushed in. The change in position left you winded, gazing up into his blue eyes.

One large hand moved to your neck, squeezing your throat as he regained the same rhythm, slamming hard to you. Your eyes were searching his as you begged with each new thrust for permission. It only took a few more deep strokes before his jaw clenched and you felt the hot seed spurting out against your cevix. Henry cotinued his thrusts, your inner walls miking the liquid out of him until he was completely done.

With that feeling he grunted a quiet yes that had your stomach tightening as you finally relaxed into the orgasm. His elbow nudged pressure down onto your soft stomach, intensifying the feeling as you spasmed against the rug. Your orgasm was coupled by loud cries of pleasure that echoed around the library.

Both of you were left breathless in the aftermath, your nails still clenched around the muscle of his arm. You relaxed your grip stretching out beneath, exhaling heavily as he pulled out of you.

Henry sat back on his knees, hands on your shoulders as he helped you sit up. You offered him a shy smile, reaching for the robe strewn out on the floor to lay it back over your shoulders.

“Now I don’t have to worry about anything else thrown at me will I little miss?” he asked with a chuckle, letting you reclothe yourself as he stood.

You nodded, pulling yourself up to stand infront of him, tucking a strand behind your ear with a light laugh. “Never again Henry, I promise.”

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