Mean One

by Ab. Cynthe

Fuck, she was irresistible, a fucking vixen sent to torture me in all the best ways.

“You were perfectly wicked,” he grunted as he lifted me higher, my legs automatically wrapping around his torso as he kissed my neck. Perfectly wicked… What a beautiful thing to be called.

“Y-you’re the—the⁠—” “The-the-the. Go on.” I flexed my claws as saliva dripped from my teeth, my mouth watering with anticipation. “Say it.” He stepped back, his spine hitting a wall as he shook with fear. “Say it!” “T-the Grouch,” he stuttered. I tilted my head, a low snarl escaping my clenched teeth. “Bingo.”

Iconic truly

Go on, show me that temper of yours. It doesn’t scare me. Just a big old teddy bear.

“We are one and the same, he and I; two souls stitched together in the shadows of our pain. The world hated us, and in that rejection, we found each

As much as I don’t want to admit it, I do. I fucking love you, freckles. You’re crazy and beautiful and a fucking mess, just like me. You annoy the shit out of me and piss me off more than anyone else… but God, I fucking love you. All of you. Just don’t leave me. Ever.

“Show them the Grouch.”

“Until I have her heart in my hands,” I whispered over my shoulder, “I can’t love you.”

“I could never love her the way I love you.” Crispin kissed me then, years’ worth of agonizing torture and longing bubbling to the surface.

no way