#Jennifer Aniston X Reader

[eroticdelusions]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 ˢ

pairing: rachel green x reader

summary: rachel can't find an outfit to wear to a party tonight, leading her to become frustrated and anxious about her appearance. she rummages through her closet, trying on multiple options before finally settling on a simple black dress. however, none of her shoes match the dress, causing her to feel even more stressed. you find a way to calm her down, causing you both to not go to the party after all.

warnings: fingering, thigh riding, switch reader

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word count: 1.4k

''Oh, I don't know what to wear!" Rachel practically screeched, pacing around her bedroom in a frenzy. She had spent hours trying on different outfits, but nothing seemed to feel right for the occasion. Her heart raced as she glanced at the clock, realising she was running out of time.

''Will you calm down? Just pick something to wear; you look beautiful in anything you choose," you said with a reassuring smile.

"Shut up and let me figure this out," Rachel snapped, making you regret offering your help in the first place. Her frustration reached a boiling point. Rachel took a deep breath, finally deciding on a simple black dress that she knew always made her feel confident and comfortable.

''No, no, no, this is all wrong! It doesn't match my shoes at all," she muttered, feeling the panic rise again. You chuckled softly, ''Baby, it's okay. You look stunning in that dress, and no one will even notice the shoes." Rachel rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile at your attempt to ease her.

"Don't smile at me like that; you know it drives me crazy," you said, pushing yourself off the bed and pulling her close. ''Yeah?" Rachel teased, wrapping her arms around you as the tension melted away. You replied with a grin, leaning in to kiss her softly on the lips.

The kiss soon got heated as you both lost yourselves in the moment, forgetting all about her mismatched shoes. Rachel pulled away, breathless, and whispered, "Maybe we should just stay in tonight."

You chuckled, nodding in agreement, as you led her back to the bed, continuing to deepen the connection between you both. You immediately placed Rachel in your lap, trailing kisses along her neck as she let out a soft sigh of contentment. 

Her hands trailed down your chest, fingers tangling in your hair as she whispered, "I want you." With a smirk, you whispered back, "For what, may I ask?" Rachel's eyes sparkled mischievously as she replied, "To make me forget all about those shoes." 

You grinned, kissing her soft, plump lips once again, not wasting any time to pull the straps of her dress down her shoulders. The dress pooled at her waist, revealing her bare skin underneath. Your hands eagerly explored every inch of her exposed skin, with your mouth following suit, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites. 

Rachel's breath hitched as she arched into your touch, her fingers digging into your back. Her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, her eyes darkening with desire as she pulled your dress over your head, desperate to feel your skin against hers. 

As the fabric fell to the floor, you placed one of her nipples between your lips, causing her to gasp and arch further into you.

Your hands explored every inch of her body, tracing every curve and dip until you reached her panties, which you slowly slid down her legs along with her dress. Allowing you, she lifted herself up to help you remove them completely, revealing her pretty naked body to you.

You couldn't help but admire the way the dim light of the room danced across her smooth skin, highlighting every contour and making her glow with an ethereal beauty. With a soft moan, she reached for you, pulling you closer and pressing her lips against yours. Her wetness was evident against your thigh as she pressed herself against you.

Your hands landed on her hips, pressing Rachel down onto your thigh, allowing her to grind against you. Her soft whimpers filled the room as she tried to move with increasing urgency, her body responding to your touch. As your hands moved her hips at a slow, agonising pace, your lips sucked hungrily at her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down her collarbone.

"Please," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Faster." 

You obliged, increasing the pressure and speed of your movements and feeling her body tremble in response. With each movement, your name became a desperate plea on her lips, her breath coming in short gasps as she surrendered to the pleasure you were giving her. 

Rachel's nails dug into your back, her body arching in pleasure as she cried out your name in a mix of pleasure and desperation.

"Aw, does my poor baby want to cum?'' You whispered in her ear, teasingly, as you felt her body shudder with anticipation. All she could give in response was a breathless nod, her eyes pleading for release as you continued to push her closer to the edge. 

Your grip on her tightened, helping her speed up as she finally reached her peak, her body trembling in pure bliss as her eyes rolled back, lost in the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. 

"That's it, baby, let go," you encouraged her softly, feeling a sense of satisfaction as she finally found release in your arms.

As she came down from her high, you held her close, kissing her forehead gently as she caught her breath.

"Your turn," Rachel whispered, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she shifted her body to take control. 

She pushed you down onto the bed, her hands exploring your body as she sucked on your neck. You couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. 

Pulling your lace thong down, you lifted yourself up slightly to allow her access, eagerly anticipating the pleasure she was about to give you in return.

With each caress and kiss, you felt yourself surrendering completely to her. Rachel's touch was intoxicating, each one getting closer to your centre. "Please, Rach," you gasped. Her fingers expertly found their way to where you needed them most, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

As she circled your clit with just the right amount of pressure, you arched your back in ecstasy, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations she was giving you.

"Baby, your fingers," you moaned, wanting them inside of you. Rachel's fingers slid inside you effortlessly, matching the rhythm of your body's response.

"You're so pretty, honey," she whispered, her voice husky, nipping your jaw line as she continued to please you. The combination of her words and touch drove you wild, pushing you closer to the edge of release.

Your walls clenched around her fingers, your breaths coming in short gasps as you surrendered to the intense pleasure building inside you. Rachel's skilled touch and whispered words sent you over the edge, your body trembling with the force of your climax.

As you collapsed back against the bed, panting, you couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly Rachel knew exactly how to please you.

"Come here, Rach," you whispered, pulling her into your arms and kissing her deeply. Straddling you, she smiled down at yo, "I'm not done with you yet, Hon."

Her swollen lips brushed against yours as she leaned in for another kiss, her hands already starting to explore your body once more. She moved her legs to allow her sensitive clit to meet yours, sending a surge of pleasure through both of you. The room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and soft moans as you both lost yourselves in each other, completely consumed by desire.

"Rach, go faster," you gasped, unable to control the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. 

Rach picked up the pace, her movements becoming more urgent as you both raced towards ecstasy. 

As the intensity grew, you felt a wave of euphoria building inside you, pushing you closer to the edge. Rachel's breath hitched as she matched your pace, her own pleasure evident in the way her body responded to yours. 

With one final thrust, you both reached the peak of pleasure, exploding in a shared moment of pure bliss and your juices mingling in a beautiful, messy symphony. As Rachel collapsed on top of you, the scent of sweat and sex lingered around you both.

"Consider those shoes forgotten.''

[i-nabi]

[mrs-prentiss]

maybe it’s mommy issues? maybe it’s just a simple attraction to older women? maybe it’s nothing for me to worry about because it makes me happy

[eroticdelusions]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 ᶠ

pairing: jennifer aniston x reader

summary: you come home from work to find your girlfriend cooking for you and you can't help but cherish these moments.

warnings: fluff

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word count: 1.1k

The aroma of freshly chopped herbs and sizzling garlic filled the air as your girlfriend moved gracefully around her sleek, mid-century modern kitchen. The warm hues of the wooden cabinets contrasted beautifully with the cool, dark marble countertops, creating a cosy yet contemporary atmosphere.

With her hair casually tied back, she wore a simple tank top and comfortable jeans. Her face was free of makeup, revealing her natural beauty, and a pair of stylish glasses perched on her nose.

As she hummed softly to herself, stirring a pot on the stove, you couldn’t help but admire her. There was something incredibly endearing about seeing her like this, so different from her polished public persona. The way she handled each ingredient with care and precision made you feel a sense of warmth and comfort, as if you were witnessing a private moment of vulnerability. Watching her, you deeply appreciated this intimate glimpse into her world. It was a side of her that few people had the privilege to see, and it made you appreciate her even more.

You quietly approached her, the soft hum of her voice guiding you closer. As you wrapped your arms around her waist, she jumped slightly, then relaxed into your embrace. You rested your chin on her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her body against yours.

“Hey there,” you whispered, your breath tickling her ear. She turned her head slightly, a smile spreading across her face as she leaned back into you.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” she said, her voice filled with warmth and affection. You could see the joy in her eyes, a reflection of the happiness you felt in this moment.

"I was admiring you; that's why.''

Jennifer’s smile widened, and she turned off the stove, setting the spoon down. She turned in your arms, facing you fully, her eyes sparkling with affection.

“You always know how to make me feel special,” she said softly, her hands resting on your chest.

"As I should,” you replied, your voice filled with sincerity. “You deserve to feel special every day.”

Jennifer’s eyes softened, and she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. The moment was tender and filled with unspoken emotions, a testament to the deep bond you shared.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her forehead resting against yours. “For always being here, for understanding me.”

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Always,” you promised. “Now, how about we finish this meal together?”

Her face lit up with excitement. “I’d love that,” she said, turning back to the stove. You joined her, the two of you working in harmony, creating a meal that was more than just food—it was a celebration of your love and the simple, beautiful moments you cherished together.

As you moved to the counter to start chopping, she handed you a knife and a cutting board. The two of you worked side by side, sharing stories and laughter, making the cooking process even more enjoyable. It was moments like these that made you appreciate the very little alone time you had together.

As you chopped the vegetables, you couldn’t help but steal glances at your girlfriend. Her concentration was endearing, and the way she moved with such ease in the kitchen made you smile. You both fell into a comfortable rhythm, the sounds of chopping, sizzling, and soft laughter filling the room.

“Remember the first time we cooked together?” Jennifer asked with a playful glint in her eyes.

You chuckled, nodding. “How could I forget? We ended up burning the pasta because of that tickle fight.”

She laughed; the sound was like music to your ears. “Oh, that was so much fun! I think you started it.”

“Maybe I did,” you said with a mischievous grin. “And maybe I’ll start it again.”

Before she could react, you reached out and gently tickled her sides, her initial squeal of surprise quickly turning into a cascade of laughter. She tried to twist away, but you were relentless, your fingers dancing over her ribs and under her arms.

Her laughter was infectious, filling the kitchen with a joyful sound. She dropped the spoon she was holding, her hands flailing as she tried to fend you off. “No, not again!” she managed to gasp between giggles.

You couldn’t help but laugh along with her, and Jennifer’s attempts to escape only made the tickle fight more fun, her movements becoming more frantic as she tried to wriggle free. “Okay, okay, I surrender!” she finally cried out, breathless and red-faced from laughing so hard.

You stopped, both of you panting and grinning at each other. “I guess we should keep an eye on the food this time,” you said, still smiling. Jennifer nodded, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “Definitely,” she agreed, her voice still tinged with amusement. The playful energy lingered, making the cooking experience even more enjoyable.

As the meal came together, the kitchen filled with the rich, inviting aromas of your combined efforts. You set the table together, each small task a shared moment of connection. When everything was ready, you both sat down, the flickering candlelight casting a soft glow over the table.

The meal was delicious, but it was the company that made it truly special. You talked and laughed, sharing stories and dreams, each moment a testament to the love and understanding you shared. As the evening drew to a close, you both knew that it was these simple, beautiful moments that made life truly meaningful.

After dinner, you cleared the table together, the easy companionship making even the mundane tasks enjoyable. When everything was clean and put away, you found yourselves back in the living room, the soft glow of the fireplace adding to the cosy atmosphere.

Jennifer snuggled up next to you on the couch, her head resting on your shoulder. “Thank you for tonight,” she said softly. “It was perfect.”

You kissed the top of her head, feeling a profound sense of gratitude. “Thank you, Jen. For being you.”

As you sat there, holding each other, you were grateful you would always have these moments of simple, beautiful togetherness to cherish. And that was more than enough. She was more than enough.

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[eroticdelusions]

𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 ᶠ

pairing: rachel green x reader

summary: after rachel arrives at my apartment heartbroken over ross, i comfort her. we sit on the balcony, watching the city lights as i quietly confess how deeply i care for her, even if she doesn’t realize the full extent of my feelings yet.

warnings: fluff

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The door of my apartment slammed shut with force. Startled, I quickly walked to the doorframe of my room, my heart pounding. From there, I could make out the couch in the dim light. Before I could speak, I heard the unmistakable sound of crying. Squinting, I could barely see a figure huddled on the couch.

“Rach?” I called out, my voice trembling with concern.

Rachel looked up, her tear-streaked face barely visible in the shadows. Her usually vibrant blue eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her long, dirty blonde hair was dishevelled, falling in messy waves around her face. She wore a simple, oversized sweater that seemed to swallow her petite frame, making her look even more vulnerable.

She didn’t respond immediately; she just continued to sob quietly, her shoulders shaking with each breath. I took a tentative step forward, my mind racing with worry. What could have happened to make her so upset?

“Rachel, what’s wrong?” I asked softly, trying to keep my voice steady.

She didn’t reply straight away. Instead, her sobs grew quieter, but the pain in her eyes was still evident. I took a deep breath and walked over to the couch, sitting down next to her. Gently, I put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. She leaned into me, her body trembling as she continued to cry.

“It’s okay, Rach,” I whispered, my voice soft and soothing. “I’m here for you.”

For a few moments, we sat in silence, the only sound being her quiet sobs. I could feel her tears soaking through my shirt, but I didn’t mind. All that mattered was being there for her, letting her know she wasn’t alone.

Eventually, her sobs began to subside, and she took a shaky breath. "I... I don’t know what to do,” she finally whispered, her voice barely audible.

I tightened my arm around her, offering as much comfort as I could. “Tell me what happened,” I said gently. “I'm here for you.”

Rachel nodded slightly, her head resting against my shoulder. Though she still looked fragile, there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes. We stayed like that for a while, our silence filled with unspoken support and understanding.

Rachel’s breathing steadied, and she finally found her voice, though it was still tinged with the rawness of her emotions. “It’s Ross,” she began, her words barely more than a whisper. “He… he slept with another woman.”

The weight of her confession hung heavily in the air, and I felt a surge of anger and protectiveness on her behalf. “Oh, Rachel,” I murmured, tightening my embrace around her. “I’m so sorry.”

She continued, her voice trembling. “I went to his apartment, hoping to apologise. But when I walked in, she was still there, and I didn’t know she was.”

Her words were laced with a mixture of disbelief and heartbreak. I could feel her pain as if it were my own. “Rachel, you didn’t deserve this,” I said softly, trying to offer some semblance of comfort. “Ross had no right to hurt you like this.”

She nodded, her tears beginning to flow anew. “We were on a break, but,” she said, her voice breaking. “I thought he loved me, y'know?”

"He does love you, but not enough," I said gently, my heart aching for her. "He knows what he did would hurt you. That is not the type of person you deserve, Rach."

"You deserve someone who will always prioritise your feelings and treat you with the respect you deserve," I added, hoping to lift her spirits even just a little. Rachel wiped away her tears and gave me a small smile, grateful for my words of encouragement. "Thank you for being here for me," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. I hugged her tightly, "Always." I gently pulled back, meeting Rachel's gaze. Her tear-stained face, though a little calmer now, was still etched with pain.

“Do you want to go on a walk?” I asked, hoping the fresh air might help.

She shook her head, her lips pressing into a thin line as she looked away. “I don’t really feel like it,” she murmured.

I leaned in closer, my voice soft but insistent. “Come on, Rach, you need some fresh air. It’ll do you good, I promise.”

She hesitated, biting her lip as if weighing her options, then gave a small, reluctant nod. “Maybe… Maybe we could just sit on the balcony?”

“Perfect,” I said, giving her a gentle smile. “We don’t have to go far.”

We got up slowly, and I grabbed a couple of blankets from the hall closet. Wrapping one around her shoulders, I led her to the balcony. The cool evening breeze greeted us as we stepped outside, and the city lights twinkled in the distance. We settled into the chairs, her frame still wrapped snugly in the blanket, her gaze focused somewhere far beyond the skyline.

The quietness of the night seemed to offer some comfort, and she took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment.

“Thank you,” she whispered after a while, her voice barely audible. “For everything.”

I reached out, taking her hand in mine. “You don’t have to thank me, Rach. I’m just… I’m just glad you’re letting me be here for you.”

She managed a small smile, her grip on my hand tightening as she leaned back, finally allowing herself to relax, even if just for a moment. The silence settled between us, filled with the quiet understanding that sometimes, just being there was enough.

Rachel’s gaze drifted across the city skyline, the lights from distant apartments and streetlamps glittering against the dark canvas of the night. She sighed softly, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

“It feels like... everyone I’ve ever loved hasn’t loved me back in the same way,” she whispered, her voice raw with quiet pain. “Like there’s something about me that... that isn’t worth it.”

Hearing her say those words broke my heart. I moved closer, taking her hand firmly in mine, grounding her in the warmth of my touch.

“See the city lights?” I asked, nodding toward the twinkling view. She looked at me, curiosity flickering in her tired eyes.

“There are too many to count, right?” I continued. “That’s how many times I love you, Rach.”

She let out a shaky breath, her lips curving into a bittersweet smile. But then her face fell again, a shadow crossing her expression. “But why does it keep happening?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with frustration and sadness. “Why do I always end up feeling like... like I’m not enough?”

“You are enough,” I said, my voice unwavering. “Sometimes people don’t see it, or they’re too focused on themselves to appreciate what you give. But that’s on them, not on you. Your love is beautiful, Rachel, and one day someone is going to see that fully—just like I do.”

She squeezed my hand, her lips parting as if to say something, but she only nodded, her gaze returning to the lights. For a moment, she was quiet, absorbing my words.

“You really think so?” she murmured after a pause.

“I know so,” I replied, my voice full of certainty. “And every time you feel like doubting it, remember these lights. Remember that there are more people who care about you, more people who see you, than you realise.”

She gave a small, tentative smile, her fingers brushing against mine.

We sat there together, gazing out over the city in comfortable silence, each of those distant lights a quiet testament to everything unspoken between us. What I said was the truth. But she didn't know the gravity of my words or the depth of my feelings for her. Maybe one day she would understand, but for now, I was content to just be there for her in any way she needed.

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[starry-moonshine]

Hello!

I wanted to let everyone know that I am back after a long hiatus. I also wanted to say that I'm coming out with a Friends master list, and could use some requests!

I also wanted to say that I am very saddened by the death of Matthew Perry, and want to send my condolences to his friends, family, co-stars and fellow friends fans. May he rest in peace.

Thank you.

[eroticdelusions]

♡ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

WARNING! Most of the following contain SMUT and/or have a DARK theme.

➥ This masterlist contains all my works, I hope you enjoy!

Dark: ᵈ Angst: ᵃ Fluff: ᶠ Smut: ˢ

LISA ANN WALTER

Melissa Schemmenti

It's a craving not a crush ˢ

Summary: you caught melissa's interest ever since you started at abbott six months ago. but, you being you, you were blind to her attempts at flirting with you because you thought she was just being well, melissa. however, when ava suggested that you should all have a get together on the last Friday before Christmas, you noticed. and oh, how much you loved it.

In the staffroom ˢ

Summary: melissa get’s jealous that the new teacher at abbott is flirting with you. she makes sure that you know who you belong to.

Chessy

...

JENNIFER ANISTON

When we're alone ᶠ

Summary: you come home from work to find your girlfriend cooking for you and you can't help but cherish these moments.

Rachel Green

Mismatched shoes ˢ

Summary: rachel can't find an outfit to wear to a party tonight, leading her to become frustrated and anxious about her appearance. she rummages through her closet, trying on multiple options before finally settling on a simple black dress. however, none of her shoes match the dress, causing her to feel even more stressed. you find a way to calm her down, causing you both to not go to the party after all.

City lights ᶠ

Summary: after rachel arrives at my apartment heartbroken over ross, i comfort her. we sit on the balcony, watching the city lights as i quietly confess how deeply i care for her, even if she doesn’t realize the full extent of my feelings yet.

HELEN MCCRORY

Narcissa Malfoy

Please ˢ

Summary: you give narcissa exactly what she has been needing for years.

O children ᶠ

Summary: for the holidays, you are staying with the malfoys. because of the time you've spent together, you and narcissa have grown closer. narcissa is concerned about draco and the possibility that he will not return in time for christmas, so you try to cheer her up. 

Polly Gray

...

CHRISTINA RICCI

Marilyn Thornhill

Secret gardens in my mind ᶠ

Summary: ...

CATE BLANCHETT

Lady Tremaine

Pink and blue masquerade ᶠ

Summary: you spot a particular redhead at the ball where you are supposed to find a suitor. however, that doesn't stop you. it will never stop you.

Carol Aird

Dearest ˢ

Summary: ...

Lou Miller

...

[eternalshadeart]

It’s like all my life everyone’s told me,

“You’re a shoe! You’re a shoe! You’re a shoe!”

Well, what if I don’t want to be a shoe?

What if I wanna be a purse or a hat?

friends S1E1 : The One Where Monica Gets a Roommate

[raekensluver]

the one with a brewing romance (original)

description: the one where pretending to not be in love with joey tribbiani was hard, especially when everyone around you suspects it.

pairing: bsf!joey tribbiani x fem!reader

contains: fluff!, best friends to (potential) lovers, mutual pining (mentioned?)

w.c: 740+

song rec: everybody talks by neon trees- "hey ,baby, won't you look my way? i can be your new addiction."

an: i've never posted any of my work besides a shitpost about fred weasley when i was like 13 so cut me some slackkk/ also this is based off of my friends dr bc im insane.

as you push open the door to central perk, a warm smile spreads across your face as you are greeted by the familiar sight of your friends lounging on the couch and surrounding chairs, sipping their coffees and chatting away. 

joey, in particular, catches your eye, his soft brown gaze locking onto yours as he flashes you a charming grin.

you make your way over to the group, exchanging hugs and hellos with monica, rachel, ross, chandler, and phoebe. 

as you reach joey, he jumps up, wrapping his arms around you in a tight squeeze. 

"uh, hi," you reply, laughing as you pull back from the embrace. "what's with the enthusiasm, joe?" 

joey shrugs, his eyes sparkling. "just happy to see my favorite person, that's all." he drops back down on the couch.

before you could even think about taking a seat, he reaches out and grabs your hand, pulling you onto his lap. you laugh and roll your eyes, but don't resist as he wraps his arms around your waist, and you settle yours around his neck.

it was a familiar, comfortable position, one you'd adopted countless times before. but today, it seemed to hold a different significance. but you were used to this kind of thing with joey. 

you'd been friends for years, and your affectionate nature had always led people to assume you two were a couple- which, of course, you weren't. 

the group's stares were noticeable, so when rachel's voice finally broke the silence it was evident it was laced with curiosity. "so, are you two finally…?"

you and joey exchange a look, both of you bursting into laughter. 

"what? no, no, no," you protest, shaking your head. "we're just friends, guys. don't get any ideas." 

joey nods strenuously, his face a picture of innocence. "yeah, we're just buddies. i mean, i love her, but not like that." he says, winking at you.

monica raises an eyebrow. "okay but...you two look very…cozy." 

you laugh. "i swear, we're just friends mon. you all know that. we've just known each other for a long time, that's all. we're comfortable around each other." 

"yeah, and I'm comfortable around my couch, but that doesn't mean I'm dating it." chandler inputs. as you both ignore his comment, you switch your focus on how hard it is to ignore the way you fit so perfectly in joey's lap or the way his arms seems to cradle you like you were his own personal treasure.

the others exchange skeptical glances but say nothing. as they continue to chat and get caught up, 

you can't help but notice the way joey's fingers drum against your hip- it was a touch that was both familiar and intimate, one that sent a flutter through your chest- you also took note of the way his breath tickled your ear as he breathed. 

it was all so… natural. so comfortable. and yet, despite your denials, the others couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more between you two. maybe it was the way you two seemed to anticipate each other's movements or the way you sometimes finished each other's sentences. 

as the afternoon wore on, you finally slid off joey's lap, giving him a playful pat on the chest. 

"i'm going to get a muffin," you say, as you stand up and stretch. 

joey grins, watching you leave. "i'll come with you," he says, hopping up from his spot to follow you to the counter. 

once you're both out of earshot, monica quickly turns to the others, her voice low. "you guys think they're telling the truth?" 

rachel shrugs. "i don't know. they've always been close, but… there's something different about them today." 

ross speaks up, "maybe it's just a matter of proximity. they're always touching and hugging each other. it's bound to create a certain… chemistry." 

chandler groans. "don't start talking about pheromones." 

phoebe who thoughtfully watches you and joey, order muffins at the counter says "i think they're telling the truth, but that doesn't mean there isn't something more there. maybe they just don't realize it yet."

as you and joey return to the table, muffins in hand, the others can't help but steal glances at you. you two were just so comfortable together, so at ease. and yet, despite your denials, there was a spark in the air, a sense of possibility that couldn't be ignored. only time would tell if you both would ever realize their feelings for the other.

edited 8.24.24

[cheeseceli]

Their s/o is infertile

Pairing: Ot8 ateez x afab!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, headcanons

Request: ateez finding out their fem s/o can’t have kids/is infertile and how they’d cope/help reader through it?

Warnings: discussion about infertility, mentions of overthinking and feeling down, mentions of medical treatment, mentions of food (seonghwa).

A/n: I truly hope this can be of some comfort to anyone who might need it <3 | daily click

Seonghwa - looks after you

‌He would never make you feel useless or patronise you

‌All his focus is on trying to soothe life for you

‌Life is already hard as it is, he just wants to make it a little bit easier for you

‌So he cooks for you and cleans the apartment. He makes sure you don't forget any of your medicines. He guarantees you aren't overthinking.

‌And as much as he feels down sometimes and knows this is a complicated moment for both of you, he always keep on being optimistic

"It's late, we should go to bed. Tomorrow will be a better day, hm?"

Hongjoong - takes one step at a time

‌He's fully aware that this is a rather delicate time

‌And he knows that by rushing decisions and assumptions, the situation will only get worse

‌So he does his best to keep the calm for you both

‌He will take time with researches and appointments

‌He will make some space to just breathe with you

‌Prioritising both the infertility matter, your well being and your relationship

‌Overall, he's what is grounding you

"It's okay to feel a little lost. Don't worry, I'm here. I can be your anchor."

Yunho - keeps your mind out of things

‌Honestly, he'd probably be the reason you didn't jump into the rabbit hole of overthinking

‌He knows precisely how to avoid overload of information

‌He knows how to filter every "advice" you see around

‌So when it comes to that, he would always ground you both so well

‌And he tries to focus on other things as well

‌Not in a sense that he avoids the matter, just because he knows that obsessing into it is not healthy

‌Genuinely tries his best all the time

"Let's go on a date tonight. We could use some time to relax, don't you think?

Yeosang - looks for alternatives

‌He'd be optimistic for you both, even when you can't really see the light on the situation

‌He knows every matter has a way out

‌So he'd do his research, would ask for help, would do everything he could to find a solution

‌He'd talk with you about treatment. Maybe he'd suggest getting a pet for now. He would want to discuss adoption

‌And if you ever refuse one, two or even all of his ideas, he'd understand

‌And he has total faith that one day, you'll both find the perfect solution

"I heard that adopting a pet is very helpful to manage stress. And it could also make us company. What do you think?"

San - reassures you

‌This is the moment where a lot of doubts start to surface

‌And he doesn't want you to ever doubt yourself

‌So whenever you forget your self worth, he is there to remind you of that

‌You are an amazing person, a perfect partner and would be an even better parent

‌And he can't see you forgetting those things

‌There's also this thing I saw that Adam Sandler makes for Jennifer Aniston, and I think San would do that for you as well

‌He would gift you flowers every mother's day, every year, even if there's no signs of a baby coming

‌Simply because he knows that you would be an amazing mother

"I know this is rough, but know that I'm with you through it all"

Mingi - makes your bond stronger

‌At first, it feels heartbreaking

‌But Mingi knows that this is the moment you both need to rely on each other

‌Need to be there for each other more than ever

‌So that's what you do

‌There were nights where none of you would sleep, just talk to each other about everything that came to mind. In those nights, you'd both cry a lot

‌There were also nights where you would just sleep, comforting each other through gentle touches. In those nights, your tears would be softly dried

‌Small acts of love and kindness would take place in the relationship, and soon you would build a comfortable home around you both

‌So throughout this journey, you know you are never alone. No matter what

"Although the world is being rough on us right now, I won't be anything but kind to you"

Wooyoung - he makes time for you both

‌He knows this is a delicate time

‌He also knows that people's comments and interruptions wouldn't be of any help

‌So he decides to be alone with you for a while

‌You, him, and a very nice trip to somewhere far away

‌With this, he hopes to clear your mind a bit

‌Maybe then you'll both talk freely and find a solution, or at least get any closer to that

‌Then you can also strengthen your relationship, so you can go through this together

"No one needs to make assumptions about us and try to trouble us. We'll be fine, we just need to be together."

Jongho - supports you through it all

‌This man would be by your side supporting you in literally any occasion

‌He'd go in every medical appointment with you

‌Not even work would stop him from making you company

‌He's there when things get tiring or depressing

‌He's there when you need him the most

‌He's there even when it feels like there's no hope left

‌Similar to Mingi, I think this is the moment where your relationship would get stronger than ever

‌Simply because it's when you realise that you'll be there for each other through thick and thin

"It's going to be okay. I don't know when, but it will. Until then, I'm here."

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Dividers by @thecutestgrotto | images 1, 2 and 3

Thank you for beta reading @duhgurl @mareuxkala @silver-hwaberry @day138 @newdawnphoenix <3

[lecsainz]

PICTURES

parings: harry styles x actress!reader

request: Hey, saw u write for Harry Styles! Can u do a oneshot where y/n's parents r famous actors, she n Harry got somethin' goin' on but ain't makin' it official. He's on the Take Me Home tour when she calls him to sort things out 'cause paparazzi pics with other girls surfaced, but he didn't actually cheat.

authors note: OMG haven't written anything about harry in years, like seriously, this brought back sooo many memories 😭

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Y/N Aniston was the daughter of a renowned actress, yes, Jennifer Aniston herself. She grew up with the media at her feet, and just like her mother, she chose to follow a career in acting. Little did she know that due to her fame, she would end up meeting a singer from one of the biggest boy bands of 2013, who would bring her a lot of headaches.

Harry and Y/N crossed paths during the VMAs, in line for the bathroom. They don't remember when exactly, but at some point during the night, they found themselves in her limousine, having a quickie. However, that quick encounter became a regular thing whenever they met up.

And Y/N developed feelings for the green-eyed boy. She liked him a lot. Maybe she even loved him.

Harry had embarked on the Take Me Home tour, and some photos of him with other girls had been taken by paparazzi. Even though they weren't officially an item, her heart shattered nonetheless. Those pictures felt like daggers to her heart, and they hurt like hell.

And here she was, sitting on her bed, heart almost racing out of her chest, waiting for Harry to appear on the screen.

"Y/N!" Harry's face popped up on the screen, lying on the tour bus bed with a sleepy yet adoring smile.

She managed a small smile, her nerves getting the best of her. "Hey, Harry."

His eyes sparkled as he looked at her. "Missed you."

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. Despite everything, the sound of those three simple words from him still had a powerful effect on her.

"Missed you too," she admitted, her voice soft.

They talked about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing as naturally as it always did between them. But as the minutes ticked by, Y/N knew she couldn't avoid the elephant in the room any longer.

"Harry, about those pictures..." she trailed off, her heart racing.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Y/N, I'm so sorry you had to see those."

She looked down, feeling a mix of emotions. "It's just... hard, you know?"

Harry's expression softened. "I know, love. They're not what they seem."

She raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, they're not real," he confessed, his voice earnest. "It's all a publicity stunt, arranged by Simon."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "What? Why?"

"He wants to maintain that image, make me appear as the 'ladies' man' for the fans," Harry explained, frustration evident in his voice. "But it's all a facade. I hate it."

Y/N felt a mix of relief and anger. Relief that the pictures weren't real, and anger that she had been hurt by something so manufactured.

"I had no idea," she admitted, her voice softer now.

Harry's eyes bore into hers. "Y/N, you know I care about you, right?"

She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, I do."

"I'm not looking for meaningless flings, Y/N," he said, his voice determined. "I want something real."

She felt her heart race, hope stirring within her. "Harry..."

Just then, the atmosphere on the tour bus shifted as the other members of One Direction appeared on the screen, grinning widely.

"Hey, is that Y/N?" Niall's voice chimed in.

"Y/N!" Louis exclaimed, waving enthusiastically.

“Our favorite girl!" Zayn added.

Y/N chuckled, her heart swelling with fondness for the boys. "Hi, guys! I miss you all."

"We miss you too!" Niall exclaimed.

Y/N's cheeks turned slightly pink as she greeted the rest of the band. She had known them for a while now, having met them through Harry. They had always been incredibly welcoming and friendly towards her.

"Long time no see," Liam said with a warm smile. "How've you been?"

Y/N chuckled. "Oh, you know, just taking over the world."

Harry rolled his eyes playfully. "As if she hasn't already."

Zayn smirked. "You're in good company, Y/N."

Niall leaned in closer to the camera. "Harry talks about you all the time."

Y/N shot Harry a teasing look. "Oh, really? What kind of things does he say?"

Harry's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "Just good things."

Louis wiggled his eyebrows. "We can all tell he's smitten."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the guys. She had seen them at their goofiest and most genuine moments, and she was grateful for the bond they shared.

"Well, Y/N, if Harry doesn't treat you right, you know where to find us," Zayn said with a wink.

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes. "Thanks, Zayn. I'll keep that in mind."

"We saw those pictures, by the way," Louis said, his tone slightly teasing.

Y/N's cheeks flushed, but she managed a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I guess they're making quite a buzz."

Niall rolled his eyes. "Don't take those too seriously. They're just playing with ya."

"Yeah, Simon probably thought it was good for marketing," Liam added.

Zayn nodded. "It's all part of the game."

Y/N let out a sigh of relief, feeling their genuine support. "Thanks, guys. It's just been a bit overwhelming."

"We know, love," Louis said, his eyes softening. "But remember, you're stronger than the headlines."

Zayn chimed in. "Harry's been a mess ever since those pictures surfaced."

Louis nodded. "Yeah, he's been moping around like a lost puppy."

Y/N's lips curved into a grateful smile. "Thanks, guys. Your words mean a lot to me."

"Anytime, Y/N," Niall grinned. "Now, you make sure to keep our Harry in line, okay?"

Zayn chuckled. "Yeah, we can't have him causing any more trouble."

Harry pouted playfully. "Hey, I'm a changed man."

"Sure you are," Louis quipped, earning a laugh from everyone.

Harry leaned closer to the camera, his voice soft. "They adore you, you know."

Y/N's smile grew warmer. "I can tell. And I adore them too."

The connection was beginning to falter, the image on the screen slightly pixelated as Harry's voice crackled. "I wish I could hear your laugh properly right now."

Y/N chuckled, the sound distorted by the poor signal. "We'll have to fix that soon."

Harry's expression turned more serious. "Y/N, I've been thinking... I want to talk about this face-to-face. This distance between us, it's not fair."

Her heart skipped a beat, hope and apprehension mingling in her chest. "Harry..."

"I mean it," he said with determination. "I want to have an honest conversation, in person. No screens, no miles between us."

Y/N nodded, her own resolve strengthening. "Okay, Harry. When?"

"I'll be back in a few weeks," he replied. "After this leg of the tour. We can find a place to meet up."

She felt a mixture of emotions, excitement and nerves intermingling. "I look forward to it."

"I do too," Harry said softly. "I want us to have a proper conversation, Y/N. No misunderstandings, no miscommunications."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with anticipation. "I want that too."

As the signal continued to weaken, Harry's voice grew fainter. "I'll see you soon, Y/N."

"Can't wait," she whispered, her voice barely reaching him.

And then, with a final wave and a promise in their eyes, the call disconnected, leaving Y/N with a renewed sense of hope and a countdown to the day when they would bridge the physical and emotional distance that had grown between them.

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Anything Scarlett x reader 🥰

One night, or maybe more

Warnings: First meet, fluff, night adventure

Word count: 1.1 K

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Scarlett meets a girl who makes her feel like one more person, so, she invites her to spend a fun night with her all over town.

Requests: OPEN

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*Story based, partially, on real events*

"Ok, anyway, can you explain why I'm helping you choose clothes for a celebrity-filled event?"

My roommate and friend, Clara asked as she helped me get every last piece of clothing out of my closet.

"I already told you, my classmate from Italian literature class, Veronica, was invited to the party thanks to her Youtube channel, and since her best friend canceled, she thought of inviting me" I said as I began to connect the iron for the hair

"Wow, who do you think you know?"

"I don't know, I might know Henry Cavill himself" I joked, knowing that he would not be present at the party.

“Girl, never say never” She slapped my arm playfully “What do you think of these pants and this shirt with the back uncovered? It looks party-worthy, it's sexy and elegant. It's an 'I'm a bitch, but I'm an expensive bitch '”

We both laughed, but, she was somewhat right, it was worthy of a party the magnitude of tonight's.

"Clara, you are magnificent"

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To say that it was a party full of celebrities was an understatement for the amount of famous people that were in that place. Figures like Jennifer Aniston, Chris Evans and even Madonna were present at the party, enjoying a cocktail.

"Wow, when you said famous, I didn't think it would be so many famous" I joked with Veronica

“I know, I didn't expect this quality either” she returned the joke, suddenly someone approached her and began to speak in her ear until she walked away “hey, I have to go interview the person who invited us; I hope I won't be long"

"Do not worry it's alright"

"Don't get lost" she said goodbye with a wink and a squeeze to my right arm

"No" I returned the smile seeing how he began to walk away "I'll stay here"

My gaze began to travel all around me, feeling a little self-conscious about the people, the noise and the great amount of talent that surrounded me, making me feel small, like a little ant.

Trying to get that feeling out of my body, I decided to walk to the small bar and ask the bartender for a drink.

———————————————————————————

After sitting for a long time, taking drink after drink, I felt like a body collided with my back.

"Forgiveness"

I turned my head just to see that famous blonde hair, green eyes and that big smile.

Holy crap, Scarlett Johansson had bumped into me!

She ordered a drink, but surely she felt my gaze on her body, so she returned the gaze, causing me to look away and bow my head.

"I've never met you before, are you new to the guild?"

I turned my head, just to confirm that her question was directed at me.

"No, they invited me" I saw how her look changed, so I hastened to answer again "but don't worry, I'm not here in fan mode. Just… you know, I coming to party”

"Well, thank goodness" she laughed, placing a hand on my bare shoulder. "Well…"

"Y/N, my name is Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, what's a girl like you doing here?"

“I just came to accompany a classmate from the university…”

"University? What are you studying?"

"Literature"

“That sounds interesting… where do you study?”

"Sorry, I don't mean to sound rude, but why would an Oscar-nominated actress like you take an interest in the life of a college girl?"

She took the glass that had been brought to her and toasted my drink, forgotten on the bar.

"I'm just… interested in the life of a pretty girl"

The conversation was only going up, it didn't even seem like she was talking to one of the biggest stars on the planet. We were just two women having a light flirt as we got to know each other more and more. Until, little by little, the room became more and more crowded, making the conversation more difficult to carry.

"Damn, people are starting to tire me out" Scarlett began to complain, as she took the last sip of her drink "Do you want to get out of here?" she ask

"Where?"

"I know a place where we can have fun" she took my right hand, forcing me to get up from my seat and guiding me to the exit of the place.

Taking me on a late night adventure.

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Scarlett took me on an express tour of New York City, she knew I hadn't had the chance to meet her in the few days of my stay, so she showed me everything there was to see. I took some photos in Times Square, we went through the art museum, we bothered a guard at the Empire State and I even took some of the statue of liberty. When I least wanted to realize it, Scarlett had brought me to the door of what looked like a school.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, watching as she brushed aside the vines to reveal a hole through which we could pass.

"Come, trust me"

And even so, without knowing her at all, beyond a public figure, still, I trusted her.

I got into the school and let her guide me to the pool and watching how she began to undress.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I started laughing at the strange situation I was getting myself into.

"Do you want to swim?" When she was in her underwear, she quickly got into the pool, laughing and swimming until she was close to me again. "Did you know that I studied here?"

“Really?” I asked as I began to remove my pants "Turn around, I don't have a bra"

"If you want you can wear my shirt"

I took off my own blouse to put on Scarlett's and get into the pool. We both started playing and swimming.

When I least wanted to realize it, Scarlett's lips were on mine, in a heated kissing session, but with her hands holding my cheeks, trying not to bother me. She was just trying to be gentle with me, with soft but constant kisses; until the noise of my phone interrupted us. I quickly got out of the pool and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" asked Veronica

"Damn, I left the place, but I'm coming back now"

"I'll wait for you. You have 20 minutes to arrive”

"It's fine"

and hung up

"I have to go" I said as I began to dry myself and put on my own clothes.

Without realizing it, Scarlett got out of the pool and hugged my hips from behind.

"When I could see you?"

"You have my phone" I laughed "Just dial me and you could send a private plane for me" I joked with her, causing her tender laughter

"Maybe I will." she kissed my cheek.

"See you then" I kissed her lips.

"See you"

Note:

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[altagraye]

Warnings: nsfw, 18+ only, smut, cussing (c’mon people it’s me), squirting, smacking, manhandling soft!dom x innocent!reader, Lloyd has an innocence corruption kink, dark main character, unprotected sex ( put raincoats on peeps!), age gap (reader is of legal age), reader is 25, Lloyd is 40, Lloyd (yeah he is definitely a warning) .

Author's note: This was written on a very very old tablet and or my regular cell phone. I apologize for any mistakes. My laptop is currently broken.

Part 1: switchblade serenade

You were 25, with the face of a young Jennifer Aniston but cursed with a nasty scar above your eyebrow, and your palette painted in the goth style. Or as much of it as Lloyd would let you wear. Today you were dressed in classic cotton stocking, the ones that hugged your thighs and left a few inches of skin before your plaid skirt was covering you.

Lloyd absolutely showered you in gifts, a pearl necklace that accentuated a few sparse moles on your declate. Classic black nails, dotted in silver glitter- a touch all your own.

You stood by Lloyd's side as the corrupt goons exited the building. Yeah, they were his confidants and informants, but we always have to keep our eyes out for them. It’s easy to get back stabbed when you aren’t looking. While the last one was still in the room, his back to you, Lloyd took pleasure in lifting your skirt and coaxing at your skimpy clothed cunt.

He wanted a lacy thong on you, icing on his Cupcake. The heavy cedar double doors closed finally. Leaving you two alone, at least for now. His perfect blue eyes glazed over you for a short moment, admiring a fine piece of art like you, before his lips crashed into your own. You couldn’t help but moan into his rough kiss. His mustache brushing your soft lips, itching just a little. His wide hands slipped underneath the spaghetti strap of the thong and gripped the plump globes of your ass.

The both of you were finally alone after many long hours of being in stupid planning meetings on where the next target was and how to initiate the hit. Effortlessly he lifted you up and set you down on the fancy french table. Your insides were begging, burning for him to fuck you silly.

You tangled your fingers into his hair as he moved onto your jugular, sucking on it hard, showing how much he wanted you.

“Been waiting all day for this. Kinda just wanted to fuck you with them here. But, now I can screw you as hard as I want.” Lloyd rambled semi- to himself and half to you. Your heart was beating loud in your ears, until you heard the familiar clank of his belt buckle.

You closed your legs immediately. He growled and turned you over onto your belly. Dragging your torso so that you hung from the edge of the table. Your skirt lifted, with a sharp sear he smacked your ass.

“You're gonna be a brat now? Need me to fuck you til your pretty little brain melts? Answer me Cupcake.” you yipped with each swat of his heavy hand.

“It’s friday! It’s friday! It’s finger me friday” You pouted. You knew he didn’t like rules. And rules were for the good and the weak. To keep the intimacy interesting, you set up a specific flavor of sex for Lloyd to adhere to depending on the day.

Smother me monday- for when either of you felt like face-sitting, or when Llyod wanted to motorboat you.

Torture tuesday- when we pushed our limits of pain while we fucked each other.

Whack off wednesday- we can only pleasure ourselves on wednesday. No matter how hard it got, even if we were inches from each other.

Toys for thursday- only reaching orgasm from toys on this day.

Finger me friday- Lloyd can only make you cum with his fingers, today.

Shibari Saturday- when Lloyd treats you like his cute little rope bunny.

Sinner Sunday- sunday is kind of a free day. But when it’s not, he gets to cum in you however many times he likes.

Lloyd inhaled a big sigh, and rolled his eyes. "For once, your rules aren't boring. So I'm glad I forgot them, just wish I could break them more often." His hands traveled up and down your thighs.

His breath ghosting over your knees as he slowly pried you open again. One arm encompassing your torso to drag you closer to him. With one look, you were caught in his trance. The two of you were much like a drug to one another.

none of you being able to survive without the other. If anyone saw the two of you separately, they’d think you would carry on living your very separate lives. but, you couldn’t breathe without him. simply inseparable, however strange the circumstances.

Lloyd kissed up your torso, his hands skirting underneath your shirt, removing the garment to reveal your smooth skin. Your arms embraced the sculpted curves of his back, still an exquisite form of a man regardless of his more mature years. After all, you liked a man who knew what he was doing.

with his mouth, Lloyd took the front zipper of your bra and unzipped it. Your full, round womanhood only for him. He was awestruck. as if he were witnessing the hope diamond.

“you’re so beautiful for me, Cupcake. Can’t wait to be inside you. Love your cute moans when I fuck you with my fingers. My Baby-girl.” Lloyd said breathlessly, and without shame he took pleasure in sucking your hardened nipple into his mouth. twirling his tongue around to savor your salty taste.

His hand snaked down, slipping past your thong, coaxing your aching needy sex. You moaned almost immediately, Lloyd paid attention to your swollen clit. His mustache hairs tickle the buttery soft flesh of your breast.

You couldn't help but open your legs wider and thrust your hips for some kind of friction. You needed him like you needed oxygen.

With a wet pop he released your nipple, snickering at the way you were so easily coming undone for him. An audible gasp sprung from your lungs, stemming from the force he used to thrust two girthy digits into you.

A low growl billowed from his chest. Feeling your insides made him dangerously hard. The sponginess of your g-spot, it made his mouth water.

Lloyd was relentless. His index finger and middle finger working you open. You could hear your heartbeat pumping hard with each beat loud in your ear. Each time he thrust his digits in, it took your breath away and made you melt around his fingers by the passing second.

Without missing a beat Lloyd came up to trap your gasping lips in a wet, sloppy, kiss. You swear you were losing brain cells now. You didn’t care who heard you. the only thing that existed was you and him.

Your muscles began to contract so sweetly, fuck it felt so good!

“Daddy! Fuck. MMMMM, Gonna cum!” you whined. A hot sear, quick, and without pain- only made you moan more. He had slapped your cheek. Maybe you were being a brat?

His pupils dilated, he loved being called Daddy. Almost as much as he loved seeing your pretty mouth around his cock.

“You need to ask permission to cum. Are you already dumb just from my fingers?” He already knew the answer to that question. You nodded your head, a tear starting to form. You wanted to cum so bad! you wanted to clench his fingers, but somehow you knew that wasn’t enough. You needed to get fucked senseless by his thick cock.

“D-D-Daddy!” you were so close.

“Daddy. What?!” Now he was thrusting harder than before, making you see stars.

“May I cum, please, Daddy?!!” you whined out, feeling yourself lose control. Lloyd’s bicep tensed, moving so fast, hard, and deep inside you that you forgot where you were.

“Cum on my fingers, my sweet dumb Cupcake.” His lips forming a sinister smile. Your head flew back, hitting the table with a thud, but it didn’t hurt. A sound escaped your mouth, the kind you had only heard in porn. Desperate, and at your limit, but begging for more.

A loud gasp came from your left, “Oh my god. Oh my god! What the fuck?!” You were so confused by this, you thrashed your head to the side where the sound came from. Seeing the source, you wanted to throw up and disappear all at the same time. She had seen you. No one other than Lloyd was allowed to see you, all of you. Your nakedness was only for him. Your rule, not his. One he kept very close to his heart.

His fingers were ripped from your center and you missed the feeling of being full. But all you could think about was her wide-eyed, staring at your naked form. She didn’t deserve to see you. You closed your legs, with shame building up inside you.

You immediately covered your breasts, and turned, facing the opposite way of Suzanne. Lloyd grabbed something from the table, something metallic.

“Stupid Bitch!! Gimmie a reason not to shoot you! Get out!!!” Lloyd cocked his gun, ready to anihilate whoever saw his precious Cupcake. The door closed quickly but the rage was already boiling over in his mind and his heart. However stone-like that heart may be. He would set the whole world on fire if it meant saving his Cupcake.

“MORON!!” he fired the entire clip into the door anyway. You flinched from his screaming. Triggering old wounds, long scarred over. You covered your ears from the ear-drum piercing sound of the bullets. It was never like the movies, it was always much louder.

Your chest heaved with every breath. You were hyperventilating. tears streamed down your face. She saw you. She saw you. You know she did. You saw that look on her face. That disgust. That shock.

Lloyd came into your line of sight, but it was like he wouldn’t register in your mind. His hands came over your shoulders warming them. And you continued to cry.

Lloyd gently took your hands away from your ears, “Hey. Hey. It’s okay. Daddy ran the mean Bitch away. No one will see you now. Just me, Cupcake. Only for me.” he dotted your neck and shoulders, and hands with the softest kisses. Bringing you back from your dark headspace.

“Lloyd?” you asked. becoming more aware of his presence. He cracked a smile, but his eyes were still filled with concern.

"Heya, Sunshine." He smiled wider. One hand cradling your head and bringing you in for a hug. He knew you needed that pressure. To bring you back to him. You were far from the epitome of mental health, and frankly so was Lloyd. Maybe that’s what made you two mesh so well, despite being almost complete opposites.

“No one, saw me right?” you asked barely above a whisper, your eyes searching Lloyd’s face for confirmation; he’d never lie to you.

“Not a soul, Baby, I promise.” He reassured you. He picked you up and put you on a nearby couch. Sometimes the goons and clients liked convenient comfortability.

The cool genuine leather of the couch gave you goosebumps. Your body was still naked, but as long as it was just the two of you, you didn’t care. He started with a kiss. Romantic and soft, for once not fighting for dominance. You didn’t know which you liked more. Him manhandling you or being so utterly soft for you. Whatever the choice, it still made you undeniably horny.

Lloyd could tell you were back in the saddle, and took his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants, dragging them down slowly. He did enjoy teasing you. But he always gave in and gave you what you wanted or rather what you needed. and right now you needed him to fuck the worry away.

if it was one thing, Lloyd could take care of you. As he topped you, you were the one to pounce. You wrapped your legs around his sculpted, slim, waist. You felt his hardened cock firm against your pussy lips.

A wet sloppy kiss, smashed its way onto your lips. He was getting eager now. Maybe now it was more of a competition, now that you started to show some dominance.

A few grinds from your hips and muffled moans, made him take off his boxers. Both of you were completely vulnerable to the other, just the way you liked it. A soft gasp escaped your mouth as you felt the firm and warm flesh of his swollen cockhead. Somehow he was savoring that look on your face. frustraatingly slow he dragged his cockhead along your slick slit, tapping your clit a few times for good measure.

“Sorry Cupcake, I always knock when I enter.” it was done in one slow thrust, so that you could feel every thick inch Lloyd had to offer. Lloyd braced himself by putting his hands on either side of your head, on the armrest. He groaned low once he bottomed out, placing his forehead on top of yours, he closed his eyes.

“Daddy! Oh you feel so good when your inside me like that!” every word was laced with oxytocin. He began to drag out of you, only leaving the tip in, before thrusting hard, reaching new depths.

He groaned this time. The chokehold that you had on his dick was purely invigorating. Lloyd caught this kind of taste from you, and now he couldn’t stop. He needed more. He needed to regain his territory. His queen and partner in crime.

Every harsh thrust of his hips had you seeing stars. Something within you had snapped. like a voracious appetite, you wanted every piece of him he could offer. You wanted to feel yourself melt from him releasing inside of you. God you loved that feeling of being full.

Lloyd moaned louder this time, you could tell he was close. You wrapped your arms around his back, raking your long nails down his porcelain skin. Your eyebrows stitched together from his cockhead banging against your cervix unapologetically.

“Fuck! You’re gripping me so good. Fuckin’ love you. God Damn! got me drunk from your pussy. ohhh. love that sweet d-irty sound you're making." Lloyd expressed himself quite clearly. his pace changed, and any second now you were going to lose it. the wet sloshing sounds turned you on too.

You could hear the couch creak beneath you, his thrusts becoming more animalistic. But you loved it.

“Daddy!!-” you gasped urgently, but Lloyd knew exactly what was happening.

“Cum Baby! Fucking cum on my cock!” he grunted out. the coil that had been building up in your stomach finally released, with a loud moan, your sweet juices covered his lower abdomen and upper thighs.

“That’s my girl! That’s how my Cupcake fuckin’, uggh, takes it. Shit! Take it Baby. Take every drop!” you had never seen Lloyd so passionate before. The warmth from his seed spurting into your deepest parts, was making you maon all over again.

He didn’t bother pulling out. instead stayed inside you. Pulling your cock drunk body against his and letting you lay on top of him. You rested your head in the valley of his toned breasts. Euphoria sweeps through your mind as you giggled.

“You said you love me.”

“ Always, Cupcake. Always.” He gave you a wink as you looked up at him. making you giggle again, and nuzzling your cheek into his warm skin. You’ll sleep very well tonight. And you couldn't wait what was in store for the two of you tomorrow.

end part 1

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picture perfect au

minors dni 18+

characters: anakin skywalker x f!reader

notes: loosely based off of one of my old fave comfort rom coms “picture perfect” (1997) starring you as jennifer aniston’s character, and anakin as kevin bacon’s: some dialogue pieces + scenes taken from the movie

warnings: infidelity kink, anakin as the side piece, fake boyfriend that you’ve lied about to anakin, explicit content i.e. some sex descriptions, workplace relationship

☥ “it’d be better if you didn’t tell him,” anakin sat on the edge of your desk, thick arms crossed over his chest that looked so broad in his maroon button-up and black suit jacket. “it’d hurt him.” contrarily, his tone did not portray sympathy.

you nervously wrung your hands in your lap, nodding with a pout. “of course not,” a calm smile stretched onto your lips. “we’ll keep it our secret.”

the memories of last night passed by behind anakin’s eyes, and you chewed the inside of your cheek. he recognized your coy act, stifling a playful smile of his own. “what we did can’t happen again.”

you closed your eyes with a sigh, once again agreeing with him by your words, but your body language sang a different tune. your hand patted his knee disguised as good natured. “never.”

but here you are, underneath him. sweating, panting, lips shaped in a permanent “o” as he pistons into you with reckless abandon. the fluidity of his hips is unreal, his tip kissing the perfect angle inside you to writhe you. his lips latch onto your neck, sucking onto your pulse point, scraping the mark with is teeth.

“what time does he get home?” he asks, breathless to hear your response. the thrill of getting caught teeters him on the edge, threatening to spill himself inside you for the second time tonight.

you hum dreamily, questioning what he could mean. so cock drunk, words didn’t make sense, sentences couldn’t be formed, and lies could not be recalled. until it clicks for you. “oh— oh!” he mistook your surprise for sudden pleasure, snickering against your skin. sliding your hand into his curls, you tug lightly as you stall to think up a story. how late did you want anakin to stay tonight? “around one AM, he’s—“ the way he maneuvers onto his knees, grabbing onto your hips so he can pull completely out of you only to slam back in, filling your emptiness to the brim, interrupts you. one look of his expression and it’s clear he’s making it difficult on purpose.

faking an apologetic drawl, he coos, “yeah? yeah?” you playfully hit him for toying with you, your strike glancing off of him as if he were made of stone. “what’s he doing while his little girlfriend’s getting fucked at home?”

“out with friends,” you whimper, self contempt creeping up on you for how much you adore this dark side of him. you’ll tell him the truth soon, you really will. for now, you plan to enjoy the ride.

☥ to keep up the charade, this morning you had ordered yourself a big bouquet to be delivered to your office before you arrived. you tell yourself it was to further fool all of your coworkers, but you really only care about one coworker’s opinion in particular. your little “fake boyfriend” scheme unearthed a huge infidelity kink within him you had no idea about and were beyond pleased to have discovered. not to mention, it got you off too… but the last time you and him connected, you had assured that it was better to be just friends.

anakin passes by the windows of your office, but an array of sprouting colors catches his eye. backtracking, he sets his sights on a bushel of various flowers, stuffed inside of a skinny vase. peeking around to see if you were near before he invites himself into the open door. a note sat nestled in the brush the he can’t stop himself from snooping.

“(y/n)— sorry about this weekend. can you hear my heart beating? love, nick” it read.

“hey, skywalker,” your voice cuts through anakin’s inner monologue, and he spins to face you, knowing he’d been caught. his hand bashfully scratches the back of his head. you had him.

“what’s the occasion?” it’s too late to save it, so he opts to satisfy his curiosity.

“oh,” you sigh, acting tired, disheartened as you cross his path to reach your desk. “i shouldn’t talk about it.”

with simulated concern— you see through unobstructed— he sits onto the chair near the ajar door. “what are friends for?”

the corner of your mouth curls at his obvious display. he wants your attention. and by the way he devours you with his eyes, he wants something else of yours too. just as you predicted.

you run a hand through your hair, bowing your head, smiling wistfully. “just had to work this weekend.”

anakin shook his head in disapproval, narrowing his eyes as if disbelieving your boyfriend would leave someone so delectable alone at home, ripe for his taking. “ambition.” he says with disdain. “i hate that in a man.” he shoves the door of your office closed from his seat.

☥ this silver-tongued bastard once again convinces you to warm his bed, allowing him to touch every inch of you. something about an unavailable woman drives anakin crazy. he dedicates his every free moment to you, begging you to come over, to spend the night with him. his pathetic cry for attention turns the both of you on.

anakin seeks to possess you because he feels as though he never will. a challenge. a competition.

he compares himself to your imaginary boyfriend constantly.

“can he fuck you like this?”

“c’mon, who does you better? me or him?”

“angel, don’t lie to me. if he was doing his job right, you wouldn’t be here.”

it fucks you over just right every time. unknowingly being the only man on your horizons, he topped his previous performance because he thinks he’s gotta show up your “boyfriend”.

☥ unfortunately your boss insisted to meet your illusioned boyfriend as soon as she’d heard it was “serious”— curse you for trying to round out the story! which meant you had to track him down and beg for him to play your little game. somehow, luck smiled upon you.

he steps onto your floor, turning the heads of your coworkers who had seen his picture. the guy they’ve heard so much about! here! in the flesh! he wanders until he spots you in your office through the window. he knocks to alert you of his presence, and you hastily get off the phone to greet him.

as he lingers outside your door, anakin eyes him up. judging his appearance. plain clothes, plain appearance, plain boyfriend. what’s so special about him? why does he have your attention? he watches as you jump out of your desk, enthused to see nick.

“hi, baby,” you say to him, throwing your arms around him. under your breath you’re able to say to your naughty boyfriend in the crook of his neck, “i was supposed to meet you at my apartment so hours from now.”

“yeah, i got an earlier bus.” nick replies, and you pull back to see his face, hands cupping his cheeks with a grin.

“it’s so good to see you!” you direct him, leading him into your kiss which he gratefully accepts.

anakin’s jaw clenches as he straightens up, subconsciously trying to make himself look taller. unable to tear his eyes away from the public display of your affections.

when you break the kiss, nick whispers, “i didn’t realize i was on the clock already—“

“just shut up, grab my ass, kiss my neck, and pull me into my office, okay?”

he does as you request, and you giggle as he closes the door behind the two of you.

a heat burns within anakin’s chest. never has he experienced such a potent jealousy. his intense gaze didn’t leave your two figures, with the thought in his mind that that should be me.

☥ that very night anakin couldn’t contain himself, and while you were relaying the rules of your household to nick— allowing him to crash at your place while he was in your city pretending it be your boyfriend— you got a call.

“one sec, nick, so sorry. make yourself at home.” you tell him, rushing to your ringing phone.

“hello?” you answer.

anakin’s voice on the other line drops your smile. “hey, baby,” he tosses the nickname at you that you so carelessly called your boyfriend earlier in front of him.

you glance at nick while you tell anakin, “can you, uh, hold on a second?” covering the receiver, “i’ll be right back, nick.” as you dart to your bedroom.

“you alone?” anakin asks on the other line, a breathless tone to his voice that told you he’d been doing some extracurriculars before he called…

“well, now i am. but i can’t talk long.” you speak in hushed tones, maintaining the perception your “boyfriend” was really home.

“i need to see you.” a plea that made your legs jelly.

“i cannot believe you’re saying that.” your voice hardens, impatient as if the longer you spend here the more suspicion on you grows.

“you want to, i can feel it. meet me at your usual bar, c’mon. all i’m asking for is one hour.”

he was testing you, see how far he could push you to choose him over your partner.

he adds, “angel?” when he doesn’t hear your answer.

palming the receiver so he couldn’t hear you audibly gasp, you roll your eyes over how this is working on you. the power this man has over you is insane. not to mention when he drawls that pet name at you, you can’t help but imagine the dirty situations that comes with it. he only ever calls you that when he’s unfathomably horny.

“okay, all right. look, i’ll do it, okay? one hour.” you mutter, and you envision him smiling victoriously.

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Thou Shalt Not Covet // 3: Faith

Contents | Part 2 | First Person Version [AO3]

Summary: (Priest!Benedict x Fem Reader) After a less than ideal morning, you find the lines in your relationship with the priest continuing to blur.

Word Count: 4.2K

Warnings: Strong language, irreverence, dark humour, adult & sexual themes, unhappy relationships, emotional infidelity, drug paraphernalia. Readers must be 18+

There were voices in the kitchen; laughter, conversation, the sound of cutlery on plates, the smell of coffee drifting down the hall. 

You wished you were a morning person, that you possessed the will to drag yourself out of bed early enough to join your housemates at the breakfast table, to eat toast and gossip before work like those people do on Friends. But you were nothing like the people on Friends - not unless Jennifer Aniston secretly rolled out of bed after snoozing her alarm four times too. 

You'd made your way downstairs, sitting on the last step to put your boots on as you listened to the noise coming from the kitchen. The door creaked open soon after - making everything louder, clearer - followed by the sound of your housemate Sean walking into the hall. 

"You're gonna make me late for work, Gee," he said with a slight laugh. "Yeah, whatever, bye!" 

He let the door swing closed and walked down the hall towards the front door, passing you as you sat on the stairs tying your laces. 

"Bye, Sean," you said. 

"Jesus fuck!"

You watched as he practically leapt off the ground in fright, turning and looking down at you with wide eyes, clutching his chest and breathing heavily. 

"You scared the shit out of me," he said. 

"Sorry." 

He sighed, calming himself and grabbing his car keys off the hook on the wall. "I swear you do it on purpose." 

"I was just saying goodbye..." 

"Yeah, like a little ghost girl all tucked away in a dark corner." 

You rolled your eyes, returning your attention to your boots. 

He opened the front door, stopping and turning back to you before stepping out. "Your boyfriend's a knob by the way." 

"Yeah I know- Wait, why? What's he done now?"

"Let me down for those photos he said he'd do." He let all his weight rest on one leg, placing a hand on his hip in obvious frustration. "My clients rang me last night, fuming, saying the photographer I'd sent to take pictures of their house never showed up. The wife waited in for him apparently, closed her shop for the whole day and he never even called to say he wasn't coming. So they've decided to go with Goldberg's instead. Fucking Goldberg's." 

"Isn't that the estate agents' next door to yours?"

"Yep. So that's why your boyfriend's a knob. Because I went out of my way to get him work, and he repaid me by losing a £1.2million house sale to the rival agents next door." 

You stood up, pressing your lips together and exhaling through your nose. "I'll talk to him." 

"Please do." He gestured towards the kitchen. "Because I just almost throttled him when he told me it 'wasn't a big deal' and he 'thought he could swing by and snap the pics any time'." 

Sean's impression of Alfie was always spot on; somehow perfectly capturing his tone, his mannerisms, the nonchalance that teetered between charming and infuriating. It made you breathe out a slight laugh, partly because of the accuracy of his imitation. But mostly in resignation, like you weren't even surprised he'd been let down at all. 

He walked out and closed the front door behind him, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the hall chewing the inside of your cheek. You let out a huff, shaking your shoulders and rolling your neck to relieve the tension that had stashed itself there, before grabbing your coat from the cupboard and shrugging it on. 

You stuffed a hand inside your pocket as you pushed through the door to the kitchen, furrowing your brow as your fingers made contact with something small and metallic inside. 

"Oh, good morning!" said Gina as she stood with her elbows resting on the breakfast bar. 

"Morning," said Alfie, kissing you on the side of the head as he walked past you, sitting down at the bar with a bowl of cereal.

You pulled out the small metallic thing, looking down at a Zippo lighter sitting in the palm of your hand. It was heavy, gunmetal, flowers and a fancy 'G' engraved on the side. 

"Gina can you please stop wearing my coat?" you said with an exasperated sigh. 

"Sorry," she replied distractedly, like she wasn't actually sorry at all. "It just looked good with the outfit I had on." 

You lifted the collar to your nose, taking in a slight smell of cigarettes, a perfume that wasn't yours, and grimaced to yourself. 

"Anyway, I thought you wouldn't mind so much," she continued. "Since I let you off with paying your rent late again this month." 

You rolled your eyes and slipped the lighter back in your pocket before making your way over to the kettle. 

It was Gina's house. In more ways than one. While it was quite literally her house - a gift from her wealthy, property tycoon father, a place for her to live freely while charging cheap rent to a few friends - it was also her leverage, her way of getting away with whatever she wanted; playing loud music, having loud sex, decorating without consulting anyone, borrowing your clothes without asking.

She'd been your best friend once, and if anyone were to ask, you'd probably say she still was. You admired her; envied her confidence, appreciated her candor. But truthfully, you couldn't remember the last time you'd walked away from an interaction with her without having to unclench your jaw. 

"I made too much smoothie if you want some," she said. "It's still in the blender." 

"No thanks," you replied as you poured boiling water over the instant coffee in your travel mug. "I'm running late, got to head straight off." 

"Running late? You're volunteering, can't you just show up whenever you want?"

You turned around, leaning back against the counter. "Doesn't really work like that, Gee."

You still weren't sure why you told them you were volunteering at the church; why you hadn't said it was a work thing, or maybe just not told them where you'd been going at all.

"Mm," Alfie mumbled, turning to you as he swallowed a mouthful of cereal. "I forgot, I'm not going to be able to pick you up later."

"What? Wh- But you promised. You promised I wouldn't have to get the bus home."

"Yeah I know, sorry. There's been a last minute change of-"

"It's my fault," Gina interrupted, placing a hand on her chest apologetically. "I asked if he could drive me to pick up some furniture from an online seller across town. It's gorgeous stuff, goes so well with the new living room decor. And well, I can't exactly lug it all the way back on foot."

Your eyes moved between the two of them, entirely unamused. 

"I thought you wouldn't mind," she continued. "Since we'll all get use out of it."

"I don't sit in the living room. Ever."

"Well maybe you will once we have a nice new chaise lounge."

You blinked a few times, lips parted in stunned silence, before turning your attention to Alfie. "So is this your new thing or something? Letting people down?" 

"What's that supposed to mean?" he replied defensively. 

"Me, Sean..." 

"Oh fuck sake." He rolled his eyes and stood up, obviously still wound up by whatever Sean had said to him. "Tell you what then, Ellis, why don't you and Sean just go and throw an 'I hate Alfie' party-" 

"Oh I would, but I doubt I'd make it back in time," you began, raising your voice as he marched out of the room. "Y'know, since I'm having to get the fucking bus home!" 

He slammed the door behind him and the kitchen fell silent. You crossed your arms over your chest and let out a huff, your eyes flitting across the room to Gina as she sat down on Alfie's barstool. 

"Why don't you just skip today?" she asked.

"Because I don't want to. I shouldn't have to." You shrugged. "I've... been enjoying it." 

"But it's church," she laughed. "Honestly, Ellis, I don't think I've ever seen a non-religious person so enthusiastic about going to church in my whole life." 

"Well... it's not just about religion. It's about... community and... and..."

"Yeah but you've been going a lot." 

"So?"

"Is the priest fit or something?" she asked jokingly. "Because that's the only reason you'd catch me spending all my free time there-" She stopped suddenly, letting out an exaggerated gasp. "Oh my god, that's it, isn't it. You're fucking a priest."

"Ha ha," you replied sarcastically. 

"Don't worry, I won't tell Alfie," she continued to tease. 

"I'm not sleeping with the bloody priest." 

It came out slightly more defensive than you'd meant it to. But she didn't seem to notice.

"Maybe you should. There's actually something quite hot about that, don't you think? Very erotic novel." 

You turned around and grabbed your travel mug, screwing on the lid as she continued to talk.

"Imagine it: dirty talk in the confessional booth, wrists bound with rosaries, sunlight shining through stained glass onto your naked bodies, legs spread on the altar- Do you reckon he'd say grace before he ate you out?"

You snapped back around. "Gina."

"Oh I'm just taking the piss," she said, chuckling to herself. "You know I get carried away." 

"Yeah well you've stolen my lift home so I'm not really in the mood." 

"Sorry," she said sincerely, pushing out her bottom lip slightly. 

You stayed quiet for a moment, just looking at her, watching her fingers slip into the handle of her mug, the way she flicked her hair off her shoulder before taking a sip. 

She'd begun to stare off into space, eyes glossy, head cocked slightly to one side. And you wondered if she was still picturing it, still imagining you with whatever version of Father Benedict she'd created in her head. Or maybe she'd replaced you in her fantasy completely, so now it was just Gina and some random man in a clergy collar going at it on the altar of a church.

It was like you'd become a permanent fixture; as everlasting within the walls of the chapel as the tapestries and statues that adorned its walls. You'd been attending services and events within the parish for the past few weeks, swearing after each one that it would be the last, that you were going to put a stop to it. But somehow you always came back, like you were drawn to Father Benedict, like he was a drug you kept promising to quit. 

You would always sit in the back row of the pews, eyes fixed on him as he spoke, his deep, resonant voice echoing against the tall ceilings. Sometimes you would really listen to what he was preaching, even find it interesting, thought provoking. But most of the time you were just waiting for it to end, practicing in your head what you were going to say to him after it was over.

Today was the first baptism service you'd ever witnessed, and you found it equally as fascinating as you did disconcerting, especially when one baby began to scream as the holy water touched its skin and the music from The Omen started playing in your head. You watched as Father Benedict carried out the service, admiring how charming and charismatic he was, how he managed to put the families at ease, make little jokes that created soft ripples of laughter through the chapel. 

When he moved on to deliver his sermon, you found yourself catching his attention every so often; exchanging glances with him, subtle smiles, making him lose his place and stumble slightly over his words. It was as though every time he noticed you sitting in that back row, he was relieved to see you there. Maybe because he thought he was helping you on your journey, that his guidance was making it easier for you to return to the church. Or maybe it was because he enjoyed your company, perhaps even longed for it when he lay alone at night. 

You were doing it again, letting your mind drift to those less-than-holy places where his voice didn't echo against a chapel ceiling, but instead groaned directly into your ear. Where those fingers that so delicately clasped together in prayer came apart to slip beneath the fabric of your clothes. You felt flustered, taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly as you crossed one leg over the other, trying desperately to quell the growing ache between them.

"So just a few things to end on," said Father Benedict, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "We have our St Augustine's Primary children coming in with their parents next week for mass as they prepare for their first Holy Communion. I'm sure we'll all make them feel very welcome. Secondly, I've had a few members of the parish ask if we still have any dates available for weddings this year, and the answer to that is yes! We actually have quite a lot of availability so come talk to us about it, I would love to marry you all. Well, not marry you all. I mean marry- perform your marriage ceremonies." He paused. "I'm sure you're all lovely but I doubt we'd all fit under one marital roof." 

A laugh rumbled through the chapel. You giggled too, relaxing back into your seat as he finished the rest of his announcement. 

You waited patiently for the crowd to disperse, even exchanging smiles and muttering a quiet congratulations to the Omen baby's parents as they made their way out. But when you saw June walking in your direction with the donations tray, as usual you began to panic. It was as if she did it on purpose; enjoyed watching you fumble and scrape together whatever spare change you could find as she ominously shuffled towards you. 

You shoved your hands into the pockets of your coat, brows coming together in confusion as you pulled out a rolled up £20 note that, like everything else in your coat, must have belonged to Gina. 

You unrolled the note and looked up at June, before shrugging your shoulders and throwing it into the tray. 

"How generous," she said plainly. "Funny how it's curled up like that." 

You glanced into the tray, noticing how the note had rolled itself back up like a cigarette. Your mouth immediately pressed into a straight line as you realised what Gina must have been using it for. 

"Yeah, weird," you said with an awkward laugh, glancing past her towards Father Benedict. "Sorry, excuse me." 

You'd noticed an opening; a rare moment where he stood alone, unengaged by members of his congregation. You stood up quickly, rushing down the aisle towards him and tapping him on the shoulder. 

"I think I just donated a coke-soiled bank note to your church," you whispered.

"You what?" he whispered back, brows furrowed, nose scrunched in confusion. 

"It wasn't mine," you said, as if that made it any better. 

He paused for a moment, shaking his head as he stared at you, the corner of his mouth raising with a mystified smile. "Lovely to see you, as always, Ellis." 

You exhaled a soft laugh through your nose and began to eye him slowly, your gaze trailing over his face, lips, neck, chest, hands- It took a moment for you to realise what you were doing; the blatant ogling, how you were practically drinking in the sight of him, even in his long white alb and fancy patterned stole. 

You snapped your eyes back up to his face and cleared your throat. "Anyway, I was about to head off," you said. "But I thought I'd ask first if there's anything I can help with...?"

That was a lie. You had no intentions of heading off, not if there was even the smallest chance of spending some extra time with him. 

"No, not today," he said, before holding up his index finger like a thought had struck him. "But you did just remind me, I had a favour to ask you." 

"A favour?" 

He looked around the emptying chapel before gesturing for you to walk with him. You obliged, following him down a back hallway and into what you assumed was his office. It was a small room with only one narrow window on the far wall, letting in just a sliver of light to illuminate the cluttered space. There was a desk, a half-filled bookcase, and a small two-seater couch covered in boxes from his move.

He rushed over and picked them up, putting them in the corner of the room and dusting off the couch with his hand. "Have a seat," he said. "Sorry about the state of in here. I promise once I finish settling in at the rectory, I'll sort this place out too." 

"it's fine," you said with a shrug as you sat down. "The favour isn't for me to clean up in here, is it?" 

"Hm? Oh, no. No, of course not," he replied with a laugh, continuing to speak as he began to remove his long white robes, revealing a plain black shirt and trousers underneath. "Actually it's er- Well a friend of mine, her name's Catherine, she's about to open a bakery back in the parish I used to work in before I- well..." 

"Had a crisis of faith."

"Yeah that one. Anyway, she's having a grand opening sort of thing this Wednesday and she wants to try and fill the place out with as many people as she can, y'know? So I wondered if... maybe you wouldn't mind coming? With me?" 

Not a date, you began to tell yourself immediately, as if trying to extinguish the sparks of hope and delusion before they even had a chance to catch light. You also have a boyfriend, your mind added. A fact you were beginning to resent more than you valued.

"I just don't fancy going on my own," he continued. "And quite honestly, I enjoy your company." 

You could feel a grin fighting to spread across your face, but you held it back. "Thanks," you said coolly. "I'll erm, I'll have to check I'm not working. But if not, I'd- yeah. I'll go." 

"Great. Thank you." He paused, thinking for a moment. "I don't think I've ever asked you what you do for a living..." 

"Baby photography," you replied bluntly. 

"Baby photography..."

"Well, I work at a studio that specialises in it. But I don't take the pictures, I just edit them."

"Ah." He nodded, an eyebrow raised with intrigue. "Do you enjoy it?"

"Not really. I find the whole thing creepy, to be honest."

"Creepy?"

"Well yeah, these little fleshy things all folded up and posed while they sleep, dressed up in silly costumes and lay inside wheelbarrows and wicker baskets." You shuddered. "No human being should be small enough to fit inside a flower pot." 

Amusement crept across his face, the unmistakeable smirk whenever you'd been unintentionally funny. 

"Today must have been hell for you then," he teased. "Church full of babies."

You laughed softly. "I'd rather a church full of babies than be stuck at home." 

"How come?" 

"Oh, nothing." You waved your hand dismissively, like you were trying to sound unbothered. But the rest of your body seemed to give you away; chest deflating, shoulders sinking in on themselves, eyes falling to the floor. 

"You know," he began, sitting down behind the desk. "I am your priest. If you're having troubles or concerns or you just need someone to confide in, that's what I'm here for..." 

You glared across at him, almost annoyed with how easily he was able to draw things from you, before letting out a long sigh. "I don't know what to do about... someone." 

He placed his hands on the table, clasping them together in front of himself as he leaned in to listen. "Go ahead." 

"I- I wonder sometimes if I'm…" you trailed off, letting out an uncomfortable laugh and gesturing to where you were both sitting. "You know what, I can't do this. It feels like I'm in fucking therapy or something." 

His eyes flitted between his desk and the couch. "Would it help if I came and sat next to you instead?"

You nodded. "Yeah, maybe. I don't know." 

He stood up and made his way across the room, sitting down in the space at your side. You were twiddling your fingers, biting your lip in thought as you felt his body shift, twisting slightly to face you.

"Do you give relationship advice?" you asked without looking up. 

He paused. "It depends. But I'll certainly try." 

"Okay. Boyfriend of three years," you said quickly, like ripping off a plaster; finally saying out loud the thing you'd been dreading admitting. "He's a photographer - a good one, went to uni for it and all that - it's how we met-"

"At the creepy baby studio."

"Yep." You cleared your throat. "He doesn't work there anymore. Doesn't work anywhere, actually. Because he's unreliable. And he doesn't seem to care that he's unreliable, either. He lets people down and it's their problem for getting upset, he's unsupportive, he doesn't listen- like, for instance: I don't feel safe getting the bus after dark anymore since someone tried to follow me home a few weeks ago and-"

"You were followed?" His back straightened, brows coming together over concerned eyes. "By who? Were you okay? Did they hurt you?" 

"No, I'm fine, really. But the point is I told him I didn't feel safe and he still decided not to come and pick me up today. Let me down at the very last minute and left me to get the bus like he didn't even care." You took a sharp inhale, turning your body towards him, like the floodgates had opened and you suddenly couldn't stop it all from spilling out. "Three years and we still rent separate rooms in the same house, staying over in each other's bedrooms like bloody teenagers. It's embarrassing. And I've talked to him about getting a place together but it's like he's not interested." 

He took a breath like he was about to speak, but you carried on before he could utter a word.

"Really, it's like he's not interested in anything anymore. He doesn't make an effort, ignores me when I talk, doesn't even pretend to care about what's going on in my life. It's as if he's gotten so used to having me around that he doesn't even see me anymore. Like he can't fathom the idea that I actually exist outside of the bed he fucks me in." You paused, grimacing to yourself. "Sorry." 

"It's okay," he replied, breathing out a sympathetic laugh. "Not the first time you've mentioned the disappointing sex life."

"Oh god, I forgot about that." You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose between finger and thumb. "There's- It's just- There's no excitement, y'know, no heat, no... tension. When I really actually think about it, I'm not sure I'm even attracted to him anymore. So many things I used to find endearing or charming or sexy just completely turn me off." You groaned. "I don't know what to do. I'm clearly not happy. But I'm scared. Scared I'd miss him, scared I'd hurt him, even though he doesn't seem to give a fuck about hurting me. But then I wonder if this is all because of me. After all, he's not the one-" you stopped yourself, trapping the words behind tightly pressed lips.

"Not the one...?" he caught your eye, waiting for you to finish. 

He's not the one fantasising about sleeping with someone else. 

"He's not the one moaning about the relationship," you said. "I am."

"You're allowed to vent." 

"I'm not just venting, I'm asking what you think." 

He pressed his tongue to the corner of his mouth, looking down at his hands for a moment, then back up to you. 

"As a man of God, I would tell you to have faith. To honour the commitment you made to him and try to work through your difficulties." He paused. "As a man of... well, as just a man, I would tell you he sounds like a twat." 

An unexpected laugh escaped your throat, making you cough slightly to compose yourself. 

"He never used to be," you said. "I think because I liked him so much when we first got together and I spent so long pining after him before he even noticed me, I've been ignoring the fact that if I met him now, I probably wouldn't be interested. I suppose I feel like I'd be doing my past self a disservice by walking away from the man she wanted so badly."

"You're blinded by the fact that the relationship didn't start out this way." 

"Mm." You fell silent, your eyes glazing over in thought. "I'm just a frog," you eventually said.

"Sorry?"

"You know how they say if you put a frog in cold water and slowly bring it to a boil it won't jump out, because it won't notice the rising heat? I'm the frog."

"Ah. See how things make much more sense when you give them context?"

You nodded with a giggle, falling silent once again as he watched you quietly, patiently, like he wanted to know every thought passing through your mind, but knew he wasn't entitled to it. 

"I'm sure the frog thing's a myth, y'know," he said. 

"Is it?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty certain they definitely try to escape the pot." 

"Oh."

Part 4: Sacrilege

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