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Temptation | Priest!Miguel O’Hara x femreader [part 4]

W/C: 7,1k+ Go read the other chapters

Warnings/Rating: 18+. Religious content. Some Spanish. [smut spoilers ahead lol] ~~~~~~~~~~~ Reader has a vagina. Oral (f receiving). Some overstimulation. That’s all, babe.

A/N: so so so sorry it took so long. Thank you for your patience. I got real wrapped up in the chapter and work has been working me. Looking up flower symbolism and shit. Also, turns out the Bible has smut too. The scripture quoted throughout is from Song of Songs 4-7. Let me know what you think. Pic is something I found on Google (shame)

The chill of the evening air reminded the two who stepped into it that August was bleeding into September. Change was in the wind that carried hues of summer - fluttering down from trees that were shedding their warm colors for leaves of yellow, red, and orange gradients. The sun set earlier day by day as autumn approached the little town hidden in the Catskills mountain belt.

As the sun buried itself deeper into the horizon, it cast an expanse of purples and blues on the clouds above the two making their way into the courtyard behind the church. The pair stole away, silently sneaking out a side door, while the others enjoyed their supper inside. They were accompanied only by the statues of winged angels frozen in time - pouring bowls of abundance into the garden.

Wildflowers burst from patches along the walkways as the tall man guides the follower to a bench situated beside a maple tree. He ducked to avoid the overhead branches as he sat down and invited the other to join him there.

Wild Asters sprouted on either side of the bench in large clusters, long stems shooting up petals of white and red. The one still standing admires the stark contrast between the backdrop of the natural world and the seated one’s black clothes and collared neck. No words have been exchanged since they stepped into the open air but the silent invitation of the large hand patting the open space made the other feel tingles, nonetheless.

The black clad man kept his hands in his lap and shot sideways glances at the one beside him. Their nerves caused them to bounce their knees rapidly. The silence and their nervousness was too much for the man to bear. He wanted to calm them down and reassure them that all was well. He placed his large hand on the other’s knee, halting the bobbing leg. The sudden touch caused them to look up at him into the stormy dark eyes that showed nothing but concern and curiosity. He spoke their name and the song brought them back to Earth.

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“Your confession last-” the deacon began, but was interrupted by your nervous apology.

“I’m so sorry that you had to hear all that. I am so embarrassed and I understand if you think I shouldn’t come here anymore. The last thing I want to do is get you in trouble or-.” This time you are interrupted by that large hand squeezing your leg gently. You look down and see the long-sleeved black dress shirt rolled up to his forearm, the muscle there too tight for it to roll up any further. The veins in his arms protrude and you trace one with your eyes that trails up his arm to the back on his hand. His palm envelopes your kneecap and the long fingers create a cage around the joint. You swallow your words and silently curse the clothes separating skin.

“Please… let me finish.” He brought his other hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. He sounded strained, as if he had to get the words out or he would burst. Like the things he had to say were compacted in his skull and caused pressure to build between his eyes. You fell silent again and your eyes darted between the scrunched lids of his eyes.

“Ever since your confession I have been wanting to speak with you. I tried calling after you that day but I know I must have scared you.” Fear wasn’t the primary motive for hauling ass out that church as much as it was shame, but you didn’t want to interrupt him. “And then you weren’t here on Sunday… I realize after your confession that you’re only really here for your mother, but I so wished you were here that day so we could talk face to face.” He continued slightly solemnly.

“I hated that we didn’t get to speak on your struggles further and we weren’t able to close the confession as you deserved. You need to know that I hold no judgment towards you - that session was between you and Him. Everyone's path is different and faith isn’t cookie cutter.” He was so impassioned that when his eyes finally met yours again they lit up with excitement in his explanation.

“I owed a fellow man of the church a favor and I took over his confession shift that day last week. The fact that you came to confession that day… on that day of all days. To you all that may seem serendipitous or coincidental, that you felt that strange urge to release those doubts on the day that I was in the booth, but we in the business like to call that ‘God’s Timing’.” The worry and stress seem to melt away as he talks about your interaction in the booth, very different from the reaction you were expecting. His eyes brighten when you, him, and God are being mentioned in the same breath. He becomes more animated and gestures to the expanse of nature around the two of you.”You were meant to go there that day and say those words, I was meant to be there to hear them, as we are meant to be here now in this garden.”

His chest rises and falls from the excitement he feels. He was certain that this is what is felt to be overcome with the Spirit as he had seen in other churches. For the words to fall out without filters and not hold back the faith. When he lowers his eyes to yours again there is a soft smile in them that matches the one slightly stretching his lips.

“I don’t care if you don’t believe in what I preach,” He says this suddenly and his smile slowly fades into something more serious. “It doesn’t bother me that we don’t share the same faith in Christ.”

Heavy pause follows the revelation and you dare not interrupt him, giving him the time to express himself as he did for you in the booth. The setting sun shines rays into his eyes and they reflect back deep amber irises. Their brilliance bounces across your face like he is studying every inch of it - as if your countenance were a difficult passage in Numbers to interpret.

When he speaks again, you find that you aren't as drunk in the music of his voice. The notes are grounding and almost meditative.

“But what worries me is that you don’t share the same faith in yourself that I do. That you don’t see yourself as worthy of blessings when you are a blessing yourself.” The light chill in the air can’t keep the heat from creeping up your chest and neck. His tone became lighter as he went on.

“You are more than deserving of good things. I know our internal thoughts make us feel otherwise, but I need you to know that what they say to you isn't the truth. We all have personal demons that make us question ourselves.” He tilts his upper half more towards you and his large shoulders jut against the backdrop of maple branches and stirring leaves.

Slowly, so slowly, he slides his hand centimeters up your leg so it’s resting more on your thigh.

“I must also confess that I…” He inhales sharply and releases the words with his exhale, “I’m fighting against every urge in my body to maintain myself when I’m around you.” His brows furrow lightly as his other hand comes to cup your chin again, like he had that first time you’d met. The voice is now the smoky room of a jazz club reverberating lowly in the small distance between the two of you.

“Trying to uphold the principles that have nearly been beaten into me when you are in the same room,” he starts to lean in, “you don’t even have to be in the room, mí vicio, for temptation to threaten the sanctity of my profession.”

He tenses ever so slightly, you feel and hear the hesitation in his touch and voice.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, or abuse my position..” he starts to pull his hands away, but you quickly grab his hand on your leg and grip his wrist to hold him there. His eyes widen at your response and his mouth hangs open slightly. A pointed canine dipping into his plump bottom lip as you move his hand to cup your cheek.

He brings his face to yours and looks into your eyes again before his stubborn raising escapes his lips, attempting to put his faith before pleasure, “Tell me to stop… tell me we can’t do this.” He presses his lips together and turns his head away a little. The anguish in the words makes you think he might crumble from the war in his mind.

You respond by closing the rest of the gap and pressing your lips onto his cheek. There is an evening shadow of hairs that poke into the soft kiss. He brings his eyes forward to lock back with yours and your noses bump together. Your breathing mixes and his shoulders rise and fall heavily and it seems as if he’s bracing himself with the grip on your leg. The temptation of just being close to you causes his lips to tremble.

“I don’t think you’ll burn in hell if we kiss,” you try to lighten his tension some and he does chuckle as you feel the shaky breathing on your cheeks.

“Funny.” He quips, but he doesn’t say aloud that he’s already burning. His insides are on fire at the feeling of you in his hands. He knows his soul is doomed if fantasy is enough to condemn. He’d burn for the images he’s pictured of you, the positions his imagination puts you in, and for the way his body is reacting to your permissive responses now. The fact that you want this as much as him makes holding back more difficult.

The anticipation that hung from your pout was too much for him and he whispered to himself before pulling your chin up and kissing you.

Just a press of lips against lips. They brushed against each other as your noses moved to accommodate for the space removed. That first kiss was brief, an innocent expression of the brewing affection between you. Yet, it was laden with complex emotions. A small jolt of electricity sparks from Miguel's chest at the kiss and his heartbeat echoed like a drum in his chest.

He was taken aback at how the simple, sweet kiss had made his head spin and when your lips parted he saw your eyes reflecting desire in their haze. Your eyes closed again and allowed your lips to guide the way.

The two of you traded little pecks and pleasure courses through his body. His hand from your knee now held your right hip and the cupped palm now snaked behind your neck and held your head to his as he deepened the kiss. It was harder to hold back as the deacon’s lust, his want, his desire, was too strong. He peaked down through slitted lids at your hands holding the chest of his shirt in fists and grunted against your closed mouths.

Unadulterated passion overwhelmed him and he poked the tip of his tongue to your lips in request. In those cold showers he had taken to try and control his thoughts, he had instead sinfully prayed to feel the inside of your mouth with his tongue, his fingers, and his currently tented dick. Your receptiveness made him nearly whine when you opened your lips in invitation. The buzz in his brain made him lose his inhibitions as he greedily licked into your mouth. He explored your slick cheeks and your tongues clashed together in their first meeting.

As your tongues danced between your mouths, you found that you were the one having to pull away for breath. Father Miguel’s face had reddened from lack of oxygen since he was prioritizing kissing you inside of breathing. His eyes would open halfway, his eyebrows would knit together in a pleading manner, and his pursed lips were swollen when you pulled away. Strands of his dark hair dangled into his forehead. The desperation on his face and in his grip on you was certainly a sight to behold. It was alluring that he was so affected just by kissing, you imagined just how sensitive he must be. It would be a lie to say you weren’t also feeling warmth pool in your belly at the exchange of kisses. You held his face in your hands and your bodies pressed against each other when he wrapped his arms around you. His voice dripped with yearning as he spoke:

“Let me show you how worthy you are…”

The words were a whisper in the wind, a secret kept by the rustling leaves, but they held a vow he intended to uphold.

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Getting away from your mother was surprisingly easy. She was wiped from cooking and everyone was shooing her home, telling her they would handle the clean up. The only real clean up was from the dishes they had dirtied as she had done most of the kitchen keep up as she cooked.

You should’ve been tired too but your mind still whirred from the excitement earlier. The promise of another rendezvous had you eager to volunteer in the clean up. Your mother looked at you again with pride when you told her to go on ahead and that you’d meet her home later after finishing here. If only she knew your true intentions.

Getting Father Miguel away from his parish was another story. You were washing your hands in the kitchen sink as the last of the trash was being taken out. Discretion was attempted as you stole glances at him helping others with their things and wishing them a blessed evening. At one point he catches your eye and his conviction nearly crumbles, but to you he maintains his composure. He gives you the aforementioned signal of a nod and shaky smile and you dry your hands before excusing yourself from one of the church members on your street. You make it seem as though you’re leaving for the night, but head towards the opposite end of the hall when the dining room door closes behind you.

You try to keep your nerves together as you enter the room on the far left end. You try not to think about Father Steen’s name on the door. You try not to hear the innocent farewells and blessings from the other side of the church. You try to look away from the surrounding symbols of sacrifice for sins you were actively committing. You try to calm yourself and your racing mind as you settle in the chair opposite to the one at the desk.

Curiosity temporarily overtakes your other worries when you crane your neck to see the pages that are open on the desk in front of you. It’s obvious what book it is but it’s hard to tell what chapter given it’s upside down, eleven size font, and single-spaced.

You don’t notice the noise completely dying down in the other room as you scan the office. You’ve never actually been in this office so you don’t know what belongs to Father Steen or the deacon. You do recognize the Catholic vestments that were worn by the elder but there was one you hadn’t seen that was separated from the others.

You could tell as you approached that it was much more fancy than the humble ones worn by either of the church heads. Its red satin underside was soft and silky against your inquisitive, yet careful, fingertips. The emerald green top portion was trimmed and detailed in intricate golden lacework. Embroidered red and white flowers weaved with golden stems and darker woven patterns accentuated the colors even further. It was sturdy and seemed handmade as you held the matching stole that hung from the hook beside it.

A knock on the door brought you back to reality and you murmured a ‘come in’. Funny how he was knocking to come into his own office.

He opened the door and walked through the threshold - the top of his head not even an inch away from the frame of the door. He saw you standing by the robes and smiled. He approached you and looked at the robe with you, feeling the fabric himself.

“This chasuble is a Spanish cut. It came from the priest that ran an orphanage in the city and it was a gift to me when he passed.” There’s reverence in his voice as he explains the importance of the robe, and the true weight of the words doesn’t go unnoticed to you. There’s still so much you didn’t know about him.

“Obviously it’s way too fancy for regular service but I always carry it with me. Bring it out for weddings and Easter. Best part? It’s got pockets.” You share a laugh as he wiggles his fingers in a hidden pouch along the inner lining on the front of the robe. He wiggles his eyebrows as well making you laugh more. The sound of it makes him beam at you and you can’t help but feel whiplash from the range of expression he’s given in such a short time.

From a near blubbering mess just from your lips, to this coy attitude now after congregating with his congregation. That tingle returns to your gut at his confident smile and you think of what was going through his mind when you left to come into the office. Did he watch you leave as he shook hands and embraced his newfound flock? Did he feel any impatience with the others who hung on his words? Did he have a change of heart and is attempting to let you down gently? You understood that this was a big No-No in his vocation… maybe post-kiss clarity and being surrounded by the ones trusting his judgment was making him have second thoughts.

Your doubts cause you to speak up, unfortunately spoiling the upbeat mode but you had to make your concerns known.

“I don’t want to make you do something you’ll regret.” His smile fades at the comment as you continue, “you could lose your job.”

He turns towards you from the garments you were admiring.

“Think of the consequences…” you stamper as listens to you, “you could lose the influence and respect you have amongst your fellow brothers in preisthood.” You brace yourself on the chair behind you as you slowly back up past it. He follows you closely.

“Breaking your vows would be a sacrilege.” Your back hits the desk but the deacon still approaches you. “You could be cast out.”

His hands are on your hips and face and your breathing quickens as he leans in, his voice a husky whisper, “For a nonbeliever, you’ve really done your research.”

You know his cocky demeanor is only temporary; when you start kissing again he’ll be back to incoherence. It doesn’t stop you from blushing up at his towering frame.

“Are you sure you want this? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…” he says and starts to pull away as he had before, so careful not to overstep. Again you put your hands on his chest and it takes everything in you not to squeeze the muscular pecs stretching the front of his shirt.

“I want this. So badly. What I don’t want is you feeling guilty. I know what I want but I also know what is right. I don’t want to be the cause of any turmoil or strain in your spirituality. I’ve caused too much wrong to be the reason you break sacred vows important to you.” You both cling to each other against the desk.

“How could I regret this?” He asks so quietly it’s like he’s asking himself, or silently asking God. “Are matters of the heart to be ashamed of?” The storm in his eyes brewed at the idea of even having to explain himself and his feelings to someone above him in the church. For a man who has never been married, never seen God in the loving embrace of another, to try and tell him what love couldn’t be. How could he be expected to turn away from the act of God placed before him now? How do those in the church not see that to love Him, to truly flourish in His image, is to cherish and admire His other creatures? He scans your face and the hand there moves to gently hold your hands on his chest. How badly he wished to banish any doubt clouding your mind.

“I don’t know how else to explain it other than I have developed a deep connection and affection with you and I wish to learn more, so much more.” His breathing is slightly ragged and you feel the rise and fall under your hands. “Your confession, if you still feel the same, makes it nearly impossible for me to deny this anymore.”

“I cannot deny my feelings and continue to serve the church in a capacity that forbids me from you.” You’re speechless at the words and the abrupt honesty. “I’m making these decisions with my eyes wide open.”

“Deacon, I-“ you begin, but he cuts in to say,

“Please, call me Miguel. Not sure how much longer I’ll be a Deacon after this gets out…” He can’t hold back now that you’re alone so he kisses you because he can. Because there is nothing to hold him back from doing so, and your lips feel so good pressed to his. Hearing you say his name causes a low groan to come from his throat and he parts when you frantically protest against his lips.

“What do you mean? No, no one can know! Not yet… oh my god what would my mom think?! She’d believe I corrupted you, and I have, haven’t I?” Your nervousness and the fact that you were more afraid of the judgment from your mother than that of God Almighty made him chuckle again as he nuzzled into your neck and laid kisses up to your ear.

“Corruption and change are not the same. You have brought about a change in me. While I no longer feel I am the same man I once was before meeting you, I am happy for it.” He moves a hand slowly up your back to cradle your head and he feels like King Solomon taking his Queen to bed in Song of Songs as he kisses your neck.

Your neck is like the tower of David,

built with courses of stone;

on it hang a thousand shields,

all of them shields of warriors.

“Please,” He whispers into your ear and takes the lobe between his lips in a tease, “let me reveal my devotion to you.”

Your only response is your fingers entwining in his hair and a gasp, but it’s enough for him to capture your lips again. This time he wastes no time easing your mouth open with his tongue.

Your lips drop sweetness

as the honeycomb,

milk and honey are under your tongue.

He hasn’t had a woman in his arms like this is such a long time. Excitement overcomes him and his hands aren’t sure where to rest on your body. He wants to learn you only by touch. Allowing himself to be led blindly by faith in your embrace. He cups your breasts over your shirt and moans open mouthed into the kiss. You mewl at the abandonment of restraints you both had been holding yourselves back with. You’re not too lost to the feeling of his hands sliding back down and under your shirt. He traces your spine up and down and grabs at newfound flesh.

“You’re skin… tan suave.” He’s breathless again from the frenzy of kisses and touches he’s covering you in. He nearly loses it wondering how soft the rest of you was. The thought brings his fingers to your bra and he undoes the clasp there. He pulls away to see them fall slightly and his teeth dig into his bottom lip and he nearly growls before pulling your shirt up to reveal the loosened bra still veiling your breasts. His eyes are hungry, but he still asks, “May I?”

You’re frustrated at how long this is taking. Usually this sort of thing is a quick ordeal without all this checking in. You take a deep breath and remind yourself who you’re dealing with. You reassure him with a curt, “No more asking.”

Something snaps in his brain and he’s pulling your bra off and quickly replacing the cups with his own hands. He massages them both, lifting them lightly to feel their weight and admiring how your nipples react to the exposure to air and his fingers. The theories of intelligent, immaculate design are confirmed to him as he gazes at them and appreciates them.

At first, you’re on edge about the intensity in his eyes as he looks over you. Then you realize that you don’t know the last time he’s been with someone and that you just aren’t used to time being taken on you. You attempt to regulate your breathing and relax but when he gently tweaks the buds of your breasts between his large fingers your back arches.

He nearly drools at the sight of your body’s reaction and brings the hardened nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip and caught it in a suckle. You moan and the last thing he sees before your shirt drops over his head is you tossing your head back. He grins devilishly and grazes his teeth over the sensitive nub before moving to give the other some attention. He doesn’t leave it unattended for long when his fingers run his remaining spit over the delicate pucker.

You pull your shirt up and off, discard it somewhere in the room. You couldn’t go any longer without the enticing image of his face in your chest. His lips parted briefly from your right tit so he could mumble, “Dios, me encantan tus tetas…”

The praise and slightly blasphemy of the Lord’s name used in marvel of your body made your head spin. His free hand gripped your hip, then the flesh of your back, ghosting over your soft belly. His fingertips then slip into the hem of your pants and trail fire in their wake. You buck your hips involuntarily and ignore the dig of the desk in your back side.

He pulls away to see your face and the feedback your body gives him. He accepts it eagerly and continues to tease and pull at your pantyline while pinching and pulling at your nipples.

“Please, Miguel-,” The breathlessness in your voice and the flush of your face makes his already hard dick twitch in the restriction of his pants. His name in that sweet, needy tone made him moan out a ‘yeah?’

“I need you.” Your eyes are glazed from the pleasures he’s bestowing upon you. A sheen of sweat shines on your bare chest from the heat of the moment. Your body is on fire and this is only second base. The sensitivity levels of you both were turned up high, but maybe the taboo of it all was causing such an intense reaction. Or maybe you were feeling the same fervent connection he revealed to feel for you. The same string pulling you to one another.

Any resemblance of control fell away from him completely at your pleading pout. His lips crashed down onto yours again and an image of you he’d had in his mind many times flashed and he knew what you needed.

His hand swiftly unbuttons your jeans and the sound of the zipper is in slow motion as he inhales your breathy moans and pleas. His hands move to either side of you and he peels the denim off your burning skin.

He pulls away from you and looks in your eyes as he begins to lower himself. He kisses every inch of newly revealed skin. You’re suddenly feeling slightly self-conscious because you haven’t had a need to do any sort of landscaping for a while. This hadn’t exactly been planned. You look down at your nearly naked body and blush at how he is still completely clothed. You see the dance of his curls as he pulls the jeans off your feet. Then he’s on his knees.

This man of God, in his uniform of black with the white collar slightly askew, knelt before you as if you were an altar to pray to. His hands roamed from your ankles up to your thighs and then down your backside. He squeezes the flesh all over and they never truly settle in one place. He’s intent on learning each curve and dedicating every mole to memory. He catches your eyes and is emboldened by the lust in them so he leans up to press kisses along your abdomen. He murmurs against your tummy at how beautiful you are and how you can stop him at any time. Then, his fingers are hooked around the sides of your panties and he begins to slide them down.

He can’t help but take his time. There were a couple reasons. The first was this was simply too amazing to rush. He’d been in situations like this, and knowing what was coming next excited him. Pulling you out your jeans and spreading your legs brought wafts of your scent into his nose. The aroma was robust and earthy and it drew him in as your panties came down. It had been so long… the smell of your heat made him nearly light-headed but he inhaled deeply. He couldn’t get enough. He had to taste you.

Your panties were still around your knees when he buried his face into your pubic hair and took a deep breath in. You nearly buckled in embarrassment but his arms wrapped around your legs to bring you to his face even more so. He hugged your crotch for a moment and the smells went straight to his cock. It’d been so long since he’d been presented with such a pretty pussy and he had to appreciate the moment.

He pulls you out your panties the rest of the way and pushes you back against the desk. The back of his hand presses to your inner leg and you oblige him by spreading them both for him to get a better look. He sighs as he sits back on his heels and admires the image that has been in his mind for the last couple weeks. The offering of your own communion already glistening from the heavy petting and kissing is more captivating than his imagination could ever be. He paws at the hardness in his jeans and takes a mental image for later.

Motivated by the hunger in his eyes and the way his eyes move in the need to see it all, you start to lose the voice in your head that makes you worry about your body. You bring your hand down and spread your lips a little for him, a little moan escaping you. He nods as if being given instruction and wordlessly brings his mouth to you.

You cry out his name from the touch of his lips to your sensitive flesh. He’s simply kissing the parts you presented to him so graciously. You lean back and brace yourself more on the desk as his hands come up to massage your inner thighs. He moves lower and looks up at you before dragging his tongue slowly up from your seeping pussy to your clit. Your hips buck again and he grins deviously.

The grin and his lewd teasing showed a transformation in the man, as if this part of him laid dormant just beneath the surface of sacredness. His eyes seemed to shift to an alarming red in the lighting. His fingers dug into you like claws. His teeth seemed more pointed when he flashed those wicked grins up at you. He was the one on his knees, but he was the dominant force.

He brought his hands to his new heaven and spread the pearly gates with his thumbs. He blew gently on the exposed, heated skin and you whined from the lack of friction.

Blow on my garden,

that its fragrance may spread everywhere.

Let my beloved come into his garden

and taste its choice fruits.

The stretch of your legs and the wetness that shone between them looked so inviting. He massaged his thumbs up and down, rubbing your lips together and then apart again. His mouth watered at the sight and he licked his lips.

“You’re so wet for me…” he breathed the words before plunging into your waters. The tension, teasing, and time carefully taken on you had driven you crazy but the satisfaction of his tongue on your clit drove you mad. You arched your back and placed your hands on his broad shoulders, the pleasure bringing you to smile and moan in delirium. No longer were you worried about his job, the way you looked, or if he was interested in you as much as you were into him. He was definitely proving that now as he at you out like his last supper.

You surmised that he had to have had some kind of experience with this as you gawk at the expert movements of his tongue. At first, he prodded with the relaxed muscle to test the waters. Now, he was buried into you up to his nose. His tongue would flatten when he wanted a wider range of flavor and you’d feel the large pad lapping you up. Then he would tighten it and drag circles around your clit, sometimes licking into your tightness as if he were starved. He took note of how your body twitched when he pushed his tongue inside you to taste the velvety smoothness of your tight walls. He saw how you jerked with too much stimulation on your delicate bud. He groaned at the sight of your body moving above him, the way your hair hung in your face. The vibration of his convulsing tongue inside you as he groans makes you toss your head back and chant Miguel, Miguel,…

Fueled by the mantra of his name, Miguel goes back to swirling around your clit. He decided his tongue isn’t long enough to feel as deep inside you as he’d like and pushes his middle finger into you halfway. The promise of penetration causes you to grind on the finger and consequently onto his face as well.

He’s sometimes closing his eyes as if he’s in prayer while consuming communion. But the buck of your hips and your weight shifting down on him made his eyes snap open so he could watch your immodesty through lustful eyes. He pulled as you pushed, maintaining the single digit only halfway. He wanted to take his time feeling you and becoming acquainted with what you had so graciously offered to him. When he pulls away from you to speak, the sight of his puffy lips and chin shining with your wetness nearly makes you fall forward.

“Be patient, please,” his voice drips with desperation, “it’s been so long.”

You let out a low whimper but complain no further when he wraps his lips around your clit again and starts moving his finger inside you deeper, finally. You arch your back and your fingers entangle in his hair.

Your light pulling on his hair pulls another moan out of him and he can’t help but rub the underside of himself as he pleasures you. Your wet noises make him want to bathe in your scent and sleek walls. Your moans make his cock twitch in his tightening pants. He flattens his tongue on your swollen clit and languidly licks around and at it directly. He greedily adds another finger so he can gauge just how tight your opening is, but has to ease it in slowly as you cry out.

“Ooh, so tight.. so wet..” He murmurs against your slick as he wiggles the two fingers inside you. “Todo para mí?” This could easily be interpreted as coy, but the tone is earnest. He truly feels blessed with the gifts you’ve so graciously given. He flicks the tip of his cock over the pants as he sweeps his fingers to graze a particularly delicate spot inside you. As soon as his fingers touch that bumpy groove you see stars in your vision. The direct stimulation to your most sensitive space and this new sensation was nearly overwhelming.

“Miguel, ‘s too much.” You pant and attempt to push him off for some reprieve.

He lifts his head with worry in his eyes. His fingers straighten and pump inside you at a grudgingly slow pace. The slightly sweaty strands of hair stick to your thighs as he gently rests his head on it. Leaning on his devotion.

“I just want to make you feel good.” His eyes trail back to watch the way your pussy clings to his fingers when he pulls them out slowly. He seems entranced with the way you stick to his fingers even when they aren’t inside you. You look down to watch the lewd scene and see just how hard his cock is and how he’s got a grip on it through the clothes he’s still fucking wearing. “As good as you make me feel.”

You melt at the words and when his thumb comes up to press around your glistening pearl. He slid it across the top, just above the screaming bud, as if flipping through the thin pages of the Good Book. He ghosted over the area you found tried and true when you were doing this alone and your body, your voice let him know.

He slides his fingers back inside, unable to hold back any longer. His pace is shaky at first, but becomes stable again.

“Mmm, is that good for you?” He begins rubbing small circles in the spot you so beautifully inclined him towards. You nod and moan in response and then he asks you something that nearly knocks you off the table:

“Will you please cum for me?” He asks between heavy breaths that feel warm on your slit. He wondered how you looked, felt, smelled, sounded, and moved when you orgasmed. When he first placed that wafer in your mouth he wanted to be the reason that it happened. He wanted his name to be the one you called out. “Fuck, I need you to…” the curse and the words from the holy man made your insides twist and burn. The steady driving into your core and thumb on that sweet spot causes you to close your eyes and roll your hips with the rhythm.

He says your name and your eyes snap open again.

“Look at me.”

The way his large body slumps between your legs and the background of Catholicism surrounding the two of you hits a dirty switch in your brain and you’re nearing the edge. He can tell by the tightening of the muscles in your thighs and the way they nearly straighten out to give yourself more purchase.

“Just like that. You’re so close aren’t you, tell me.” You cry out a yes!! through your gaped mouth.

“Cum f’me, please. Cum for me just like this. Just for me.”

The words, the perfect pace of his fingers, the way he’s looking up at you… you reach your climax and fight to keep your eyes open as he asked.

Through your lashes you see that he’s grinning up at you. Your slick still on his mouth and stringing between his lips. The type of grin that shouldn’t be on a priest’s face. That’s two things that shouldn’t be on his face now as he licks around his pumping fingers to devour the flow of juices he’s poured out of you.

Your thighs clench around his head and your body spasms, he pulls his mouth away to look up at you between the trap of your thighs.

“Yesss, just like that you look so good. Such a good girl.” He mumbles with a mouth full of your slickness.

He moves his thumb off the hood of your pulsing nub to not overstimulate you, but his fingers remain inside you. The way you pulsed and squeezed around him mesmerized him. He matched the pulses to the grip on his length in a futile attempt to simulate the intoxicating spasms brought onto you by just his hands.

He tries to memorize the heartbeat of your warm burrow as it begins to ease on your come down. He’ll try to emulate the sensation later - on himself - but he knows and dreads the fact that it would not compare to the readied womanhood presented to him. He bites his bottom lip and groans.

You notice how he holds himself and you can’t pull your eyes away from the tent he’s holding back in his pants. Your arms, still a little shaky, move down and you grab his face. You pull a little and he obliges and stands again. He snakes his large arms around your naked body and doesn’t seem to care about any mess you might leave on him. You pull his face to yours and kiss him. His puffy lips are warm against yours and when your tongues touch you taste yourself and feel another coil form in your gut. You pull away and tell him, in a raspy voice,

“I need you. All of you. Please?” Encouraged by your orgasm, you reach your hand down to grab the erection that’s been begging for you.

He hissed your name through his teeth at the sensation and grabs your wrist. He was already embarrassingly close to his own orgasm after having watched you and toyed with himself. Your grip on him made his knees nearly buckle.

His protest made you worry and your arm seized in its place. You let go of him and stare up into his eyes to see where you went wrong with him.

“What’s wrong, Miguel?” The concern in your voice makes him bore his eyes into yours.

“Nothing, no, nothings wrong. You did nothing wrong. I do want this, oh God, you don’t know how badly…” It’s almost as if he’s gasping the words. Your touch, it set him on fire. But, he didn’t think he should, or could, have you the way he really wanted. Not now. Not here. “There’s something you should know. It’s not embarrassing for me, but it’s important you know.”

The seriousness in his tone has you scanning his face for any more information. He says your name and then reveals the truth and you’re left speechless. His tone is matter of fact, the words shocking.

“I’m a virgin.”

You are a garden locked up;

you are a spring enclosed,

a sealed fountain.

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Chapter 5? It might take some time tho…

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katiascraft · 4 hours ago

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"Tender is the night for a broken heart" | CL16

Parings: Charles Leclerc x Reader.

Summary: you been feeling very sad lately. Your emotional stress is taking you places you didn’t want to back in ever again. And Charles knows it - just wanna make sure you know you are loved despite it all.

Now playing: "Space song" by Super Pipo.

Word count: +2k

Warnings: INSINUATION OF SUICIDE - if you are sensitive to these kind of topics please don’t read it. ANGST WITH HAPPY ENDING. VERY SAD. Not a native English speaker so there could be (so many) errors. I do what I can. Not proofread.

Author's note: I may or may not written this one about a real situation. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION. Hope you like it and sorry in advanced if I make you cry. Charles the man that you are in my head 😭. Don’t forget to comment, like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)

MASTERLIST

The wind was brushing the tears that were dropping from your eyes gently. You were shaking, scared. Nature was the only thing that surrounded you. Tall pines with your favorite gradient of green were all around you. You could hear the bird singing. You thought it was morning because the sun on your face was warm - that made you close your eyes to take it all in. that made you sob even harder. You could hear the water of the river crashing against the stonewall of the cliff you were standing on. when you opened your eyes you could see that you were on the edge of it. You took a gasp of fair freezing in the moment. A feeling so overwhelming took over you starting to sweat. Your hands wrapped your own body around. You hugged yourself there. The pain eating you alive was almost unbearable. The wind intensified, sending shivers down your spine. You closed your eyes again, ready to let go of everything. Of this pain you carried along so many years of your life. This burden you carried everywhere. This ghost living inside you is trapped, washing away your personality. Your soul felt in prison by the canvas it got. Your body felt the most uncomfortable place to exist. Your mind was so twisted sometimes you didn't know what was reality and what was your anxiety inventing fake scenarios which will hunt you all night long. Living with you was so difficult. It felt impossible for you that someone could actually love just by who you were. If you are this dark entity then who could love you? Anyone. Your mind convinced you, you needed to end it all to be finally free. You knew you were meant to fly. You just needed to let go. Relax your body and let it float. Let it fall into the immensity of the universe. Let you find a better place to live in. have your happy ending. You finally opened your eyes again out of breath trembling. You were ready. This was it for you. It was time. It was finally time. You even smiled.

But when you were about to let go you started hearing that voice. The same voice you heard every morning and you didn't know why it would choose to stick around your misery.

“y/n! y/n stop!” his voice almost broke your ears of how loud he screamed. You stopped freezing at your feet. Your heart started pounding like crazy. Adrenaline takes over your body turning your face red. Tears started to come out again even more violently. “y/n please don't do it!” his voice was torn in desperation. He was crying as violently as you, you could feel it. You could feel him grabbing your arms. You saw the watered disappear. Now you could only see the stone of the mountain you were standing on. You screamed at the top of your lungs and then everything was black.

“No!” you woke up sweating cold. You were a sea of tears shaking. Charles was already awake. He was trying to wake you up for a couple of minutes and now is really worried about you. You couldn't stop crying stunned by the nightmare you've just had.

“y/n. It's okay, love. I am here. You are ok” he said gently so wouldn't scare you. He grabbed you in his arms carefully. You looked so fragile he was scared he could break you. His heart ached seeing you like this.

These past few weeks were really hard on your end. You started feeling like your old self, self doubting about everything and anything. Insecure you weren't enough anymore for him or your job or your friend or even your family. You started feeling like a burden again lost in your own pain and struggle. Life was always a little harder for you. You've been out of really toxic relationships during your teenagehood that broke you down so bad you had to rebuild yourself all over again as if you weren't ever born. All this trauma you carried made everyday harder to live for you. You developed social issues not knowing how to interact or make friends as the aftermath. You also couldn't trust people or ask for help. Yeah, you were depressed for a couple of years. Thankfully you met Charles at your best self you liked to think. You were starting to feel happier. You liked who you were becoming. It wasn't that hard anymore to talk to people or open up with them.

When you met, you never thought Charles would even like you to be fair. He was the most gorgeous guy you have ever met. Real life prince charming you used to tell your friends. You were only an average girl, a troubled and messed up one, you thought you had no chance with him. But at the end of the road trip with friends he kissed you and you felt so overwhelmed with joy you couldn't believe it was actually your life, the one you were living. It felt strange and at the same time amazing. It was so easy with Charles to open up to him and tell him your story. He never judged you nor ran away from you scared. He didn't see you as a monster. As a broken record never able to be fixed. He fell in love with you because to him you were the sweetest person with the biggest heart he has ever talked to. You were so honest and real to everyone about everything he fell for it. He fell for your loud and weird laugh. So Precious and contagious. With your beautiful sparkly eyes always so honest and crystal clear. You were so you, so real. He felt you were so brave to be so you. In his world it was uncommon for your kind of people. He knew since the first night he met you at Lando´s birthday 5 years ago that you were the one. He didn't know you but he already knew. Destiny told him.

He knew your struggles, of course he did. He always listened to you. Felt so heartbroken every time. If he could, he would literally murder every single monster - because the one who hurt you didn't deserve to be called even humans - that did all of that to you. To him you were so pure, maybe too good for this cruel world. He tried to protect you from it all the best he could. But there was one thing he couldn't protect you against and that was your mind. He knew that your mind was the one who could move earth and seas just to hurt you in the worst way possible.

Heknew something was off with you when you started retreating. You stopped going to friends´ dinners. You didn't assist in the races you were supposed to. You stopped getting out of home more and more. You barely went out to the garden. Most of the time you were in your studio working non stop to preoccupy your mind and not think. He knew you were struggling when I stopped doing your hair the way you loved to do it. Stopped wearing your fancy outfits just to drive him crazy and urging you to take them all off when you two got home. You stopped eating the meals you were supposed to. He knew you avoid seeking help when you feel this down. He knew it was really hard for you so he let you be and wait for you to take your time until you're ready to address your feelings.

Tonight you were asleep when he got home from Max��s. You didn't want to go either and Max was your best friend. Charles was really concerned about you. He hated seeing you like this when you don't deserve to feel this. He would burn the world alive just for you to be happy if needed. You were sleeping peacefully so he decided to take a shower and join you. He laid next to you on his side to look at your face so peacefully relaxed. So angelical. He always felt so lucky to have you around in his life. Even without noticing you were the light of his life. You made him so incredibly happy, heard, understood, supported, embraced. You were his angel. Always reaching for him to give him a hand with anything he needed. So patient and understanding. You were his favorite place and he wished he could make you feel the same. Because he loved you with every fiber on his body and the only wish he had was for you to be happy.

After about 20 minutes of sleeping or so he woke up to you sobbing uncontrollably next to him. You were asleep. He guessed you were either having a nightmare or sleep paralysis. He settled on the bed so he could try to wake you up. His heart was racing in anxiety full of worry. He tried to wake you up for a couple of long minutes until you finally did and he clothed you in his arms. He rocked you gently trying to comfort you in some way.

“I'm sorry baby you feel this way” he whispered with a knot on his throat. You were shaking still but your crying ceased little by little. He kissed your temple lovingly and carefully. You just stayed like that until you could calm down.

When you did you felt drained. Your heart aches as your face from your salty tears and tries to wipe them everytime. Charles cupped your cheeks making you look at him. You felt so guilty and embarrassed to make him go through this. He didn't deserve to be with a broken soul. He deserved better. Someone that could make him happy as he deserved. You looked at him, his eyes glassy with tears.

“Listen to me y/n, i know you may or may not believe me. But listen to me okay?” you swallowed hard, ready to hate yourself for being a burden to him. “I love you. I know you feel like you don't deserve me like you are not enough for me. But let me tell you all of that is not true. I swear I would kill all these people who made you believe all these awful things about you if I could. You don't deserve to feel this pain baby. You are beautiful. You are important to so many people. You make so happy you don't have an idea” his voice cracked making you start crying again and so did he. “You really do y/n, please, believe me. You are an amazing person despite everything that happened to you. You fought so hard to be who you are and I promise it's beautiful to see. And I'm so proud of you baby. Everyone is, I promise. You are really important to me and to everyone that knows you. You are light and I know you don't feel like it. That you feel like a burden but you aren't. And you'll never be for the right people, the ones that see you, the real you. and the real you is so interesting and pretty baby. Yes you are my love” he was crying and smiling. You were sobbing but didn't take your eyes away from him. He was burning your soul with his words. Telling you everything you needed to hear and he didn't even know that. Charlie was so perfect to you even in this shitty as fuck situations with your mental health. You felt so lucky right there in his arms under the sight of his beautiful eyes that looked at you with deep love.

“I love you charlie” you said below whisper and hugged him tightly hiding yourself under his frame. You wanted to hide there forever if possible. He intensified his grip and kissed your head trying to comfort you as much as he could.

“You deserve to be happy y/n, i really mean it. You're the best person i've ever come to know.” he said softly making butterflies fly like crazy on your stomach. The pain you felt was fading away now little by little. You felt so dumb for not talking sooner about your feelings but you forgave yourself. That's what your therapist told you. You need to be more gentle with yourself and give the same understanding perspective as you give to others. Treat yourself as you treat others. Always.

“You make me happy” you said with your face buried in his neck not wanting to get out of there anytime soon. He smiled relieved and pressed gentle kisses on your cheek.

He was the first person who listened to your soul. And you knew right there that with him by your side you could heal and finally be the person you deserve to be and be loved just because.

Charles was the love of your life. And he was yours. There´s nothing to be afraid of.

You will be more than okay.

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Ruthless Grace | Austin Butler x OC (part 6)

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plot summary: Amidst the grime and squalor of Victorian England's winding cobblestone alleys, a young woman's life hangs precariously in the balance. Violet, a poor peasant girl with long raven locks and piercing gray eyes, possesses a haunting beauty that belies the harsh realities of her existence. Tragedy struck two years prior when Violet's mother succumbed to illness, leaving her to fend for herself and her father – a cruel, selfish man consumed by vices of alcohol and gambling. On one fateful night, Violet's father drags her unwillingly to that very den of iniquity, and there she learns a horrifying truth from the club's greedy, perverted owner: to repay his mounting gambling debts, her father has sold her into sexual servitude. Violet's vehement protests fall on deaf ears, until an unlikely savior emerges from the shadows. Lord Austin Butler intervenes with a bargain of his own. This dangerous man offers to pay off Violet's father's debts in exchange for her accompaniment, and Violet is torn from the only life she has known. While Austin's demeanor remains shrouded in mystery and detachment at first, Violet gradually glimpses his softer, even playful side as time passes within the manor's walls and an unexpected connection blossoms between the unlikely pair.

pairings: austin butler x oc

word count: 2,902

warnings/notes:

Chapter 6: Beneath the Silk

The next morning, Violet awoke to her curtains being drawn open and the vast sunlight hitting her face. She squinted against the light, shielding her eyes enough to see the maid finishing tying back the curtains. Violet recalled that the maid’s name had been Beth.

“Good morning, Miss Everly,” she said with a cheerful smile, the brightness in her voice matching the flood of sunlight in the spacious room. “I hope you slept well.”

Violet managed a nod, although her sleep had been fitful, filled with nightmares. “Thank you. What is it?”

“Just past eight, miss.” Beth bustled about the room, straightening the bed linens. She picked up a dress that had been laid across the back of a chair. Beth held the dress up for Violet to see, and it was like gazing upon a sunrise itself. The gown was crafted from silk as smooth as a whisper, dyed in a gradient that flowed from the palest blush at the neckline down to a deep rose at the hem. Intricate patterns of climbing vines and blossoming roses were embroidered along the sleeves and bodice, each stitch done with such precision it appeared as if dewdrops might roll off the petals. Pearls, small and lustrous, were scattered amidst the floral embroidery, their iridescent sheen catching the light with every subtle movement.

“That is not mine,” Violet corrected. She had never owned anything so fancy and well made in her life.

“It is a gift, miss.” Beth smiled brightly, making her face look even younger than it already did. “Lord Butler had it brought in for you this morning. He insists you wear it today and accompany him for breakfast.”

Violet hesitated, feeling the weight of the luxurious fabric between her fingers. How could this be happening? Why was Austin being so nice to someone he had basically bought? Maybe he was trying to lure her into fake security, and then he would strike. As she let the gown fall back into Beth's hands, her mind raced with Austin’s intentions and Mr. Pembroke’s cryptic warnings.

“Very well,” she relented, really having no choice in the matter.

“Shall I help you dress?” Beth waited eagerly by the mirror.

Violet nodded silently, surrendering to the surreal reality of her new life at the manor. As Beth assisted her into the dress, she couldn’t help but feel as though she was stepping into someone else's world—a world where shadows danced just out of sight and secrets whispered in the flutter of a curtain. The silk slid against her skin like cool water, settling around her with a gentle embrace. The dress transformed her from a simple girl of modest means to a radiant figure who could easily belong in these luxurious surroundings.

“I knew this dress would make you look radiant,” Beth exclaimed, her hands fluffing out the bottom and smoothing away any creases. Violet reluctantly turned to face herself in the mirror. The gown was undoubtedly beautiful, with its intricate lace and flowing satin. However, as she looked at her reflection, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Her skinny frame and sharp angles didn't quite fill out the dress like she had hoped. She felt a pang of sadness over her hunger and poverty.

With a gentle tug, Beth pulled out the plush seat tucked under the vanity and patted the cushion invitingly. "Time to do your hair, miss," she said with a smile.

Reluctantly, Violet made her way over and eased herself onto the seat. It was a strange feeling, having someone else take care of her appearance. She couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of guilt for not being able to do these things for herself. But as Beth began combing through her long locks, Violet couldn't deny the sense of luxury and pampering that washed over her. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to fully relax in this small moment of indulgence.

The soft brush strokes through her hair lulled Violet into a brief respite from her tangled thoughts. Beth's skilled hands twisted and pinned her raven locks into an elegant updo, adorned with small pearls that matched those on her dress. As she worked, Beth hummed a gentle tune, the melody soothing like a lullaby from a forgotten dream.

Violet's fingers tapped rhythmically against her knee, breaking the steady hum of Beth's voice. She turned to her and spoke in a hushed tone, "Beth, can I confide in you for a moment?"

"Of course, Miss Violet," Beth replied with a gentle smile.

"I have to ask...what is your opinion of Lord Butler? Can I truly trust him?" Violet's eyes were filled with uncertainty and doubt.

A fleeting expression flickered across Beth's face, causing a ripple of uncertainty to wash over Violet. It was a mix of emotions - surprise, curiosity, and perhaps even a hint of fear. But just as quickly as it came, the look vanished, leaving no trace except for a lingering sense of mystery.

Beth paused, her hands stilling in Violet's hair. She glanced around the room as if to ensure no one else could hear. When she spoke, her voice was lower, a whisper meant only for Violet’s ears.

“Miss Everly,” Beth began cautiously, her eyes scanning Violet's reflection in the mirror. “Lord Butler is a good man... I believe. He has been nothing but kind to those who serve under his roof.” She hesitated, choosing her words with care. “But he is also a man of complex layers and hidden depths. I cannot say that whatever whispers you may have heard about him aren’t well founded.”

Violet felt a chill run down her spine at Beth’s words. The maid’s confirmation of Austin’s kindness did little to assuage the swirling doubts fueled by Mr. Pembroke’s dark intimations. “Has he ever hurt anyone?” Violet dared to ask, her voice barely a murmur.

The corners of Beth's lips twitched, a subtle sign of strain as she deftly secured the last pin in place in Violet's carefully coiffed hair. "You should be heading down for breakfast," she commented with a hint of urgency, clearly avoiding Violet’s line of questioning, "I'm sure Lord Butler is already waiting."

Violet nodded, a polite smile plastered on her face as she fought off the storm of doubts swirling within her. She rose gracefully from the vanity chair, her reflection in the ornate mirror now a blend of elegance and unease. The shimmering gown hugged her figure, but instead of feeling like a princess, she felt like an impostor hiding behind layers of silk and lace. It was as if she were masquerading as someone else, someone she could never truly be.

With Beth's confident strides leading the way, Violet descended the grand staircase, each step resounding with a soft, melodic chime against the polished marble. The morning sun burst through large windows, casting dazzling patterns of light and shadow that danced in silent harmony across the walls of the opulent manor. As they neared the entrance to the dining room, Violet's heart fluttered with anticipation and fear. She couldn't help but be drawn to Austin, yet she also harbored a deep-seated terror of what she might uncover about him during this intimate meal.

The grand dining room doors swung open with a hush, revealing Austin already seated at the head of an ornately set table. The crystal glasses sparkled in the dim lighting, and the china plates gleamed with delicate gold trim. As she entered, he rose from his seat with grace, his demeanor impeccable yet somehow charged with a tension that mirrored her own. The heavy velvet curtains hung close behind him, creating a regal backdrop for their meeting. Every detail of the room seemed to radiate a sense of importance.

"Good morning, Miss Everly," Austin greeted her, his voice smooth but carrying an undercurrent that suggested he was as acutely aware of their peculiar situation as she was.

Violet glided towards the table, her gown swishing and whispering against the smooth marble floor with each graceful step. Her heart raced as she approached, her conflicting emotions warring within her at the sight of Austin sitting there. With a tentative smile, she greeted him, trying to maintain a composed demeanor while her stomach fluttered with nerves. "Good morning, Lord Butler," she said, steadying her voice despite the butterflies that threatened to escape from within.

Austin gestured with an elegant sweep of his hand to the plush, high-backed chair beside him, beckoning Violet to take a seat. As she settled into the cushioned velvet, a delicate fragrance filled her senses - roses and aged paper, intertwined in a dance of nostalgia and romance. Underneath it all, a hint of musk lingered, emanating from Austin himself like a subtle yet irresistible lure.

Breakfast was served by a group of impeccably dressed footmen, their silent movements a testament to their years of practice. Each dish that graced the table looked like it belonged in an art gallery rather than a dining room. The aroma of freshly baked pastries, perfectly ripe fruits, and rich coffee wafted through the air, tickling Violet's nostrils. But despite the tantalizing spread before her, she found herself struggling to eat, her nerves and the weight of the conversation hanging heavily on her mind like a thick fog.

Austin's eyes were trained on her, his gaze unwavering and intense. "I hope you find everything to your liking," he said, breaking the silence that had stretched between them. His tone was casual, but his eyes searched hers for something deeper.

“It’s more than I ever imagined,” she replied, “Honestly, it’s all a bit overwhelming.” With a small smile on her face, she tried to calm her nerves.

A small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of Austin's lips, causing his eyes to crinkle slightly in a charming expression. "I can imagine," he acknowledged, his voice softening. "The transition must be unsettling.” He paused, his gaze lingering on her face as if trying to read her thoughts.

Violet's head shook slightly, her expression fraught with unspoken apologies. She hadn't meant to sound ungrateful, but the words had spilled out before she could stop them. "I mean no offense, my lord," she murmured, her voice tinged with a subtle hint of fear.

Austin felt a pang of guilt at the fear in her tone. He tried to keep his own voice gentle and matter-of-fact. "You don't have to be afraid of me, Violet."

Her eyes widened in surprise and skepticism. "Don't I?" Her boldness surprised even herself as she pushed the boundaries of their conversation. But she couldn't live in constant fear, tiptoeing around cracks for the rest of her life – however long that may be here in this unfamiliar place. "I don't know you, Lord Butler. And from what I've heard about you, it hasn't been very positive." She couldn't ignore the fact that he had essentially bought her, adding another layer of discomfort to their already complicated relationship.

Austin's gaze intensified, the blue of his eyes seeming to darken. “And what exactly have you heard, Miss Everly?”

The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly tense, thick with anticipation and unease. Violet's heart raced as she feared she had overstepped her bounds. But deep inside, a persistent determination urged her not to back down from his piercing gaze or the bold question that hung between them.

"I've heard whispers," she began, her voice betraying none of the anxiety bubbling inside. "Whispers of a lord who is as savage in his dealings as he is in preserving his lands. They call you 'The Devil Lord'." The words left her lips hesitantly, almost reverently, as if speaking of a dangerous deity.

Austin’s gaze didn’t waver. “And what if those whispers were true?”

His tone was not threatening, but it carried an eerie calm that sent shivers down Violet's spine. She could feel the weight of his stare, as if he were trying to gauge her very soul with his eyes.

"Then I suppose I should be very afraid," she replied, mustering a courage she did not feel. Her hands clenched into fists in her lap, a small act of defiance against the rising fear. "But perhaps those whispers don't capture the whole truth.”

Austin was taken aback. In all his years, no one had ever dared to look past the facade of 'The Devil Lord', not even his servants. The power and fear he exuded were enough to keep most at bay. But here stood someone who wasn't cowed by his reputation, her audacity both thrilling and unsettling him at once.

He leaned in closer, his elbows finding rest on his knees as his unwavering gaze stayed fixed upon hers. His voice was low and steady, the sound of someone who had seen and heard much more than those around him. "Most people do not dare to peer beyond the veil of hearsay and fear. Tell me, what do you seek?" His blue eyes seemed to hold a glimmer of understanding, an invitation for her to share her deepest desires.

A lump formed in Violet's throat. This was her moment, her opportunity to unravel the mysteries of this enigmatic man who seemed both captivated and captive by his own legend. With determination in her voice, she spoke her intentions: "I seek the truth," she said firmly, "not just about you but about why I am here. Why would someone with such a fearsome reputation care to treat me with such regard?" Her words hung heavy in the air, filling the space between them like an invisible barrier. She could feel his gaze burning into her, waiting for her next move.

Austin's features softened, and he tilts his head down for a moment, as if searching for the right words. When he returned his gaze to her, it was filled with a somber kind of earnestness. “You are unlike anyone I’ve ever met.” His eyes glimmer with sincerity and wonder as he takes in her unique presence.

Violet felt a heat rush to her cheeks and her heart began to race, a rapid drumbeat that echoed through her body. She had braced herself for cruelty or indifference from Austin, but his unexpected vulnerability was like a siren's call, drawing her in with its haunting melody. It awakened a part of her that she had thought long buried, stirring memories and emotions that she had tried to forget. This danger was different, more alluring and intoxicating than anything she had experienced before.

As their intense moment hung in the air, a sharp and insistent knock rattled at the door, breaking the tension between them. Violet's heart jolted in surprise at the interruption. Austin's posture straightened, a hint of annoyance flickering across his features before he expertly masked it with a neutral expression. The sound of the knock echoed through the room, like an unwanted guest forcing their way inside.

"Enter," Austin's voice boomed, asserting its usual authority over the room. The command was firm and unwavering, echoing off the walls and filling the space.

With a creak, the heavy door swung open and Mr. Pembroke stepped into the room. His stern face was as unreadable as ever, giving nothing away. The flicker of candlelight danced across his features, casting shadows in the lines of his wrinkles. With a slight bow towards Austin, he stole a quick glance towards Violet. "My lord," Mr. Pembroke began, his deep voice echoing through the quiet room, "the dressmaker has arrived."

Austin quickly regained his composure and gave a curt nod. "Thank you, Pembroke. Please have her set up in the parlor and inform her we will be there shortly."

"Yes, my lord." The sound of Mr. Pembroke's footsteps echoed through the grand hallway as he bowed deeply and turned on his heel to carry out his orders. His polished shoes glided across the marble floor with graceful ease.

“Dress maker?” Violet inquired, her brow raised in curiosity. The intense atmosphere from moments before had dissipated into the air, leaving behind a sense of calm and curiosity.

“Yes. Evelyn Rosewood. She is an old friend of mine who happens to be a renowned modiste in town.” His eyes danced with amusement as he spoke. “I have arranged for her to supply you with an entire new wardrobe for your time here.”

“A new—” she started, her heart racing with the unspoken implications of his generosity. “Lord Butler, that is far too much. I could never repay you for such an expensive—”

Before she could protest further, he cut her off. “I don’t expect repayment. And you are not allowed to refuse this gift.” He rose from his seat and offered her his arm, a gesture both regal and intimate. She couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest at his chivalrous behavior. “Shall we?”

Violet's hand found its place on Austin's proffered arm, her fingers curling around his strong bicep. As they stepped out of the dimly lit room, she was struck with a sense of freedom and excitement, tinged with nervous anticipation. Walking beside him, she could feel his raw power emanating from every pore—a force to be reckoned with, yet oddly comforting in its presence. His nearness enveloped her, his signature scent a heady blend of aged leather and something primal and untamed, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within her that she struggled to make sense of.

Stay tuned for part 7!! Click HERE to view!

Taglist: @buckysteveloki-me @imusicaddict

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maopll · 2 years ago

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Hiya! Hope I'm not bothering you! I'd like to go by 🪼 anon please.

Could I... request headcanons of Diluc, Zhongli, Thoma, Childe, Itto and Kaveh with a quiet s/o telling them, in a loving tone, how much she loves them for the first time?

For eternities I shall love you

| genshin impact !

⌗:, a/n: class is going on and I'm in no mood to deal with that gradient bs. have this I wrote in whatever time I had. anyways I love puppy crushes or love at first sight <3 kavehs a bit long...I've got things to say...

⌗:, warning: none

⌗:, pairings: diluc, zhongli, thoma, childe, itto & kaveh w/ gn!reader (separately)

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . ✧ ˚ 　· 　　

,,you and this man had been seeing eachother for a long time and surely enough you developed feelings for him. gathering courage enough for a person as quite as yourself you finally told him how much you love him...

DILUC

He felt as if everything around you two stopped. no longer were the winds blowing, neither were the serene lulls of the crickets chirping could he be heard. you poured your heartfelt affection into what you said. it was true. you loved him a lot and want to stay with him for the rest of your life. you were scared that he might reject you but the feelings these days were too much to bear. so you told him. he was having such rapid heartbeats that he thought he would just have an heartattack. his face turned the colour of his hair and you thought he caught a fever or something. he cleared his throat and covered his mouth as he spoke the same to you in a gentle tone, very rarely heard of by others. but it was a familiar tone to you, he had been more gentle, more loving around you than anyone else. he found solace with your company. he felt like he could breath again, shoveling the idea of eliminating the abyss and fatui. all are gone. his mind would as clear as daylight whenever with you. So...how can he let this opportunity slip by? so he accepted your proposal and sealed it with a kiss befitting a gentleman such as himself.

ZHONGLI

He was a god of contracts with a heart skin to stone cold feelings. Love, warmth, joy, were all devoid. only the thrill of war and emotions alike were felt by him. but he has found a piece of emotions which defines his human self best. adoration for you. as he found himself under the moonlit night near the waterbody of nantianmen. He listened intently, the way you spoke those words and he even observed how your lips slowly curled and there were blooms in your cheeks. you spoke in the the most loving tone how much you loved him. serenity of the surroundings were perfectly synced with your sudden proposal. perhaps you thought of it beforehand? nevertheless how can he reject such a heartfelt affection to Zhongli and a unadulterated devotion to Morax? he accepted your affection for him and he will accept those throughout eternities.

THOMA

Fell in love with you at first sight when you were in dire need of help with taking some stuff to your house. you looked so lovely in that yukata you were wearing. he has served the kamisatos for many years and he vowed to always show his unshakable service to them. though he would wish that he himself had s lover of his own, he would soon push those thoughts away as he would be reminded of the work that needed to be taken care of the next day. but did he hear you right? did you just confess to him or is it another one of those dreams where you and him were living happily? nope it's definitely reality where you had this sickeningly sweet tone telling him how much you love him. he smiled so brightly and hugged you as close as he could. he loved you so much and he had been waiting for this moment ever since he was a teenager having wild dreams. so dreams do become reality huh?

CHILDE

He was a fighter who swore his loyalty to the Tsaritsa and his nation. he had only one family to love and thought that there would be no one who would be able to win his affection. he is a harbinger who lives off of fighting. so how did he find such an angel as sweet as yourself telling him in the most pure voice how much you love him? he is a harbinger and you must be in the right mind to actually fall for him. at first he thought it was a farce and you were just trying to entertain him but a part of him also told him to accept it. there's no way you would lie after you found your true feelings for him. you seemed determined to have him fall in love with you and date you. he may seem crazy because be accepted your request only because he wants you for himself only but he also cares for you deeply. he squeeled like a two year old and had this huge shit earing grin on his face as he happily told you "I love you too!"

ITTO

Nobody liked him. only grandma oni and his gang members could tolerate his behaviour of a three year old. even he realises how much of an annoyance he could be to other people but you, you were different. you loved his outgoing personality. he was a literal ball of sunshine. so you told him in the most normal yet sugary tone how much you loved him. it was your first time confessing and his first time hearing a confession. he felt overwhelmed with emotions as he finally found someone who loves him for who he is. but he needs to show how strong he is to you. he can't have himself crying but...he was litreally crying tears of joy. he had loved you so much and hearing that you love him equally sounds surreal. he only had daydreams of you telling him that you love him but it's true! you do actually love him! he thinks he will melt away because of how warm he feels after your proposal. he likes you so so much that he is ready to fight the world.

KAVEH

He knows of his ups and downs. even if he is a genius and liked by some women throughout sumeru, but some still back away thinking that he is a broke yet genius architect. he always feels envious of his roommate, who is good from all sides. but when you two started interacting more because of both your research works, he wanted to have you all to himself. he didn't want you talking with alhaitham and then contemplating the worth both your and kaveh's friendship, but you never looked at alhaitham differently. Instead, you always had feelings for kaveh. you loved him for his kindness towards the people of sumeru and his passion towards his works. and now here you were. near Chatrakam cave, telling him in a saccharine voice how much you love him. he didn't hesitate. all he needed to confirm his feelings for you were just simple "I love you"s, and he is now tackling to the ground, saying that he has been waiting for so long. he looked like a high schooler but with the body of an adult with the way he was acting, and you just adored it when he does this. he peppered your faces with kisses, and he had this noticeable huge blush on his cheeks evident of the way he was feeling right now. he loves you to the moon and back <3

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drawloverlala · 2 years ago

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Some Clip Studio Assets

Hello! I just published a brush for Clip Studio Paint, it’s a cyber effect brush!

https://assets.clip-studio.com/es-es/detail?id=1993559

And along with sharing it with you I also wanted to share some of the assets I've found on the assets store that I think you may like as well! ^_^

here I put them down the read more! (warning it may be a bit too long of a post!)

✒Inking and drawing brushes:

Smooth Ink

Smooth Inker

Voyageffen

Line brush

Ink pen textured

crack lines on surfaces

S Zara Pen

Nong Pen

Line Drawing pen

Rough pen

✏Writing Brushes:

Calligraphy pen set

Halloween themed pen

Neon Pen

Retro brush

🎨 Painting brushes:

Soft fluffy paint (One of my favorites!)

Thick brush set

🖼 Gradient maps:

petitchery set

Holo gradient set

Ommug gradiation map

Toffi's Gradient set

🎇Patterns:

Tone Brush set

Tone Brush set 2

Pretty stone floor pattern

Stone floor pattern

cute Halloween Pattern

Hexagonal pattern

Cute textures (they are patterns)

Sweater pattern brushes

Gun Club Check (plaid pattern)

Lemons pattern

patchwork patterns brush

Argyle pattern brush

Cat face pattern

Cloud and flower pattern

cute brushes and patterns (cactus, peach and clam)

cute simple patterns (warning: they have pretty bright colors, may cause eye strain)

80's patterns

strawberry pattern and brushes

flowery patterns

10 cute plaid patterns

Avocado pattern.

📜Textures:

Textured brush

Glitter star textures

Gold glitter set

Random Textures 1

Random Textures 2

Random Textures 3

Random Textures 4

3 Textures set

Atmosphere set brushes (rusty textures)

📚Background objects:

Wire fence

Books brush 1

Book brush 2

Book brush 3 (fancy)

Bottle brush

Piano brush

Magic Drug shelf set (has baskets, jars and bottles)

City

Window brush

🧁Food:

Cookie brushes

whipped cream brush

Sausages

Many sausages

Bread brush

strawberries and cream

berries brush

strawberries

fruit toppings

Avocado!

🌱🌼Flowers and plants:

Roses1

Roses 2

Tree leaves brush 1 (pretty good)

Peonies

Bougainvillea

Geranium

Easy bush set (this one is pretty good too!)

Palm tree leaves

Mimosa

Flower brush (for cute effects)

✨Effects:

Gaussian blur brush

White drops brush

Glitch effects

Prism brushes

Dual prism brushes

Shiny flowers and sparkles

Retro Filters

Tech brushes

Mini deco effects 1

Mini deco effects 2

👑Ornaments:

Ornament Brushes

Ornament Brushes 2

Oriental Emblem 1-10

Oriental Emblem 21-30

Oriental Emblem 31-40

43 types of decorations

27 Oriental patterns

Ornament material

X-mas brush set

Exotic fantasy decor.

👕Clothing:

Shoe laces set

Shoe laces 2

Sweater knit patterns

10 types of brushes of bows with frills

Patchwork stitches brush

socks/panty/stocking(?) brush

Tattered brush

💕Misc:

Feathers

wind effects

Hot mess confetti

Cute Confetti

Confetti

Halloween particles brush

Fishes

Twinkle brush

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 1

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 2

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 3

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 4

Cute pattern 10 pieces set 5

Star brushes

Halloween washi tape

Puppy stickers!!!

And those are most of the assets I've collected so far from Clip Studio's assets store!

I hope these may result useful to you!

#my ramblings #clip studio assets #resources #brushes #textures #patterns #clip studio paint

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noco-alienau · 5 months ago

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A Royal Reunion

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The palace doors stood wide open, the king standing proudly alongside the two blue aliens who guarded the entrance. They didn't seem very impressed with his introduction, the darker of the two even giving an annoyed huff. He was corrected once the purple alien's tail whipped the side of his helmet.

A small crowd had formed, the heads of other alien's rising from holes in the ground. Their colors had a pattern; they were all higher ranking.

"My, you two must be terribly tired after such a rocky trip," the tall gradient spoke, leaning forward to see the aforementioned couple better. "That pair of blues are definitely not the best pilots. Come along - there's plenty for us to do! How does a tour sound? 5728, you and your partner enter as well. 4043, 3717, clear this crowd."

The newcomers shared a similar glance of worry and confusion before silently entering the castle. The large doors shut behind them with a gust of wind, alerting someone new to come along. A much smaller yellow alien darted in from an unknown direction and to the kings side, prepared to write a list of instructions as to how he could be useful. His yellow eyes glanced to the visitors, the pen and paper, and back to the king. It's in his best interest to pay attention to his ruler.

"Cody?" Noah turned to his fiance.

"Yeah?"

"Didn't you say the king was.. some kind of cruel, ruthless tyrant?"

"Yes, I did."

"Someone who holds unimaginable power and caused the downfall of you and your kind?"

"Correct."

"Why does he look like that?"

"Noah!"

"Hey, hey, I just expected something.. scary?"

"I mean.. he's tall?"

"He has hearts on his antennas. And face. And.. stomach. "

"Stop looking there."

"Do you see what he's wearing?"

"I see what you see, Noah!"

"He looks like an arcade carpet."

"A little bit."

"He looks like a Hot Topic clarence bin."

"Alright, that- that's kind of funny."

"He looks like the back wall of a Spencer's."

"Noah, we get it."

"I'm just saying, I expected something.. different. Not this lavender mess."

Noah's chatter caught 528's attention. How hadn't he noticed this new being? The Codmiester crouched down, his hand cupping under the head of the unrecognizable person and pulling him closer to his eyes. It fit perfectly in his palm.

"Oh? And what might this pretty little thing be?" He cooed. Noah seemed uneasy at the sudden gesture, but due to the kings position, he didn't dare to speak in return. Although not digging into his skin, he noted the long, painted claws the king had. Seemed awfully sharp.

"It's a human," one of the ships pilots explained, removing their helmet. "We couldn't have returned 6827 unless he came along - his order, not ours. His species is dominant on planet Earth, and we believed he would have been useful as well."

"Well, he's quite the sight. I'll be sure to pamper him like any other loyal subject of mine. 2056, make sure his and 6827's room is comfortable once we get there. These guests have a long stay ahead of them."

Cody grit his teeth in an attempt to keep himself cooled. The human was let go and allowed back to his partners side, stumbling over his feet on his way. He wasn't sure if he was uncomfortable with the encounter or not.

The group traveled along a neverending maze of hallways and rooms, given directions of every space so they would know what is where. Restrooms, a ball room, a grand staircase that they had to climb to reach their room. It doesn't seem as if either could pay much attention to anything being said, though.

"And why were you looking at 528 like that?" Cody muttered.

"He looks a lot like you," Noah answered. "I got confused in every way possible."

"Everyone looks a lot like me! We're an alien race!"

"Well, in my defense, you're attractive."

"Yeah, but.. okay, but I'm still annoyed."

"Believe me, you don't have anything to worry about."

Their small argument aside, Cody couldn't help but notice the yellow alien accompanying the king was staring an awful lot at him. He wasn't sure who the other was. It was likely due to his strange appeal, a mixture of alien and human. It certainly wasn't common around here, and if he could recall correctly, Cody knew low ranking aliens such as greens were rarely allowed within palace grounds, more or less greens with.. his look.

"2056, are you marking all of this down?" The king hissed.

"Uh- yes sir!" The assistant was quick to answer.

"Are you? You don't look like you're paying attention."

The yellow alien took a step back, quickly scanning over the paper he was given.

"We visited the ballroom last, we're heading to their room now."

"Watch your tone!"

"I-I'm just answering your-"

Noah and Cody fell silent at the sudden yelling. The assistant seemed far more frightened, having fallen back onto the floor. The king looked to the guests then back to the yellow.

"Oh, clumsy me," he chuckled awkwardly. "How about you take the night off? I'll show our friends where they'll be staying."

2056 scampered off in an instant. The pair weren't sure if they wanted to be alone with the Codmiester, but it didn't seem as if they had any other choice.

"Don't worry, loves," he said with a light purr. "Lets get you settled down, shall we?"

Writing by @plushii-gutz Art by @5t1nky-p1nky ♡♡

#total drama #total drama au #noco alien au #cody tdi #noah tdi #alien cody

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art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament · 1 year ago

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SET TWELVE - ROUND ONE - MATCH SEVEN

"Rowan Leaves and Hole" (1987 Andy Goldsworthy) / "Untitled" (2023 - Birgitte @prisonhannibal)

ROWAN LEAVES AND HOLE: one summer, I took an art course, not that I can find the name right now. But the theme was art and nature, and the thing I remember most from that course is the art of Andy Goldsworthy. Goldsworthy has two modes of operation: drystone walls for permanent installations, sometimes winding across the landscape and sometimes just existing, and ephemeral art. Sculptures made of icicles, that only last until the sun melts it, leaves placed carefully until the wind blows them away or the current takes them away to be marvelled at, branches interwoven so delicately it seems unlikely they'd survive long enough to even be photographed. Rowan Leaves And Hole is one of my favourites (not THE favourite but i can't find a title OR date for that one) because the riot of colours are so carefully gradiented and then it Ends. What made the middle black? How long did these leaves stay there? We'll never know. And unlike the rock sculptures, these felt like something I could do. That was inspiring. (@kaerran)

UNTITLED: It was painted in March 2023 when there were large protest in Norway against the Norwegian government about wind farms that had been erected illegally on lands of the indigenous Sámi people, and the Norway government was not doing anything about it even though even the European courts had ruled the wind farms illegal. The painting is a selfportrait of the artist (who is Sámi herself) putting on her gákti (traditional Sámi clothing) inside out, which is a traditional sign of resistance or disagreement. As of the time of this submission the Norwegian government has not acted to correct the situation, and the violation of indigenous people's rights continues in Norway. (@inariedwards)

("Rowan Leaves and Hole" is an art piece by Andy Goldworthy. It consists of found leaves arranged into a sculpture and photographed. Goldsworthy is known for his ephemeral land art.

The second artwork is a piece done by @prisonhannibal on tumblr.)

#art that fucks you up tournament #polls #atfyu polls #id in alt text #cw eye contact

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skellymom · 3 months ago

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"STASIS"

The BAD BATCH WRECKER x FEM READER FIC

ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

Word Count: 1.8K

Background: A Jedi finds refuge on Pabu...and more! Love story with angst. For those wanting the love story read just the story until the end, then go no further. Those who wish to stay for the adult humor EPILOGUE, keep reading!

The Jedi faces themself and their fears in the deep instead of a cave.

Warning: Star Wars Canon violence. Swearing/potty humor in the EPILOGUE only!

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers , Wrecker Pinterest credit: Bad Batch)

Suspended comfortably like a womb and slowly riding the currents, I stilled my mind. The ocean’s cool embrace allowed me to float effortlessly in its depths.

All around gradients of aqua, azure, and lapis blue fading into one another.

The rays of the sun playing upon ripples of the surface above.

Deep dark blackness down under.

As above, so below...

Holding my breath for so long was second nature. Had been since I was young. Reaching a suspended stasis where a fresh breath of oxygen would only be needed once an hour.

When my body signals the need to breathe, I can let go of the Force and slowly drift up to the surface, stopping just short of it. With precise muscle control only allowing my nose to rise just above the water line...

...exhale fully, inhale...filling my lungs to capacity...

Then drift down again into the depths of the ocean.

I don't even need to open my eyes or actively swim to accomplish this.

I had arrived on Pabu that afternoon. Getting intel from many different outlets to find a safe haven. Seemed like FOREVER before I was able to get the coordinates. And sworn to secrecy upon my very life.

The island's Mayor, Shep Hazard, was kind and welcoming. He offered to introduce me to the inhabitants of Pabu. I politely declined for now. He nodded with a knowing look.

Before I could face ANYONE else...

I had to face MYSELF.

From there I walked with purpose to the soft sandy beach of this island paradise and sat upon its shores attempting to meditate. It's beauty a wonderful home, the people upon it frolicking, working, LIVING instead of merely SURVIVING.

A testament to what COULD BE in the universe. A wonderful sight to behold.

Unfortunately...too much of a distraction for now.

So, I got up and moved to a more secluded area. The walk slow, deliberate: a pre-meditative process before going into Force Stasis.

Noting the soft, grainy texture of the sand beneath my feet and between my toes. The island breeze caressing my body, causing the hooded robe to dance in the breeze. The sounds of sea birds, crashing waves...smell of the surf, sand, breeze, warmth of my own skin in the sun...

...the sun...

The sun slowly lowering down to touch the horizon. The earth and sea caressing each other with each successive wave. The wind quietly sings as it brushes over and through the landscape.

Soon, the moon will rise...and she will advance towards the sun in transit.

Two lovers who continually pass each other and will for an eternity, never able to touch.

Such a metaphor of a Jedi’s yearning for love...and physical bonding.

I’m struggling to hold my composure...

He was a clone.

Even though it wasn’t his mutation, he could perceive my feelings for him. Of course, I could easily pick up his.

It was as natural as breathing.

Spending so much time together: planetside, in war, the barracks, during idle downtime.

One day he came to me, taking my hand into his...asking if our lives could be intertwined... forever.

Holding back the intensity of emotion was extremely difficult. I DESIRED this more than anything in the galaxy but had to keep it close to my heart. Tamp it down. Not allow it to run away with my feelings, or become too much of an attachment

He openly wept when I explained that the Jedi Council would NEVER allow such things...and that he was property of the Republic.

We both had NO control of each other’s destiny.

I could FEEL his heart breaking. But even after my gentle rebuke, he still carried a warm and intimate devotion for me. My fleeting glances and body language telling him I felt the same way.

Both of us YEARNING for something more. Something freer than what our respective societal roles would allow. I fondly remember his kind eyes, jovial laugh, gentle ways despite having the strength of twenty men.

But THAT is ancient history. Kamino City lies on the bottom of another ocean and The Jedi Order is dead...

And the clones???

Their minds were taken by SOMETHING insidious and beyond their control. All of them killers, missing, and forgotten by history.

I BARELY escaped with my life.

And now, I have found a safe place with that one similarity to home that I crave...

The ocean.

Tears leaked out of my eyes, mixing with the salty water of the sea, eliminating their very presence.

A large school of rays swam past sensing melancholy, fluttered and swam around my body. Caressing my skin, attempting to pull me away from my grief.

I reached out with the Force thanking them for their care...as they glided away in the deep blue.

It had taken me a while to find the right spot on the beach.

To move onto the next chapter of my life, I carefully disrobed, folding my clothes neatly, placing them on top my boots, then relinquishing my light saber...

...slowly stepping onto the surf, swimming out, and sinking into the depths of the planet's womb.

The waters eventually darkened to black. The only visibility from the full moon filtering her dim light through the depths upon my floating body.

Something large circled me. Far out, but slowly coming closer. Sizing me up with its hunger.

I continued to float quietly, taking note of its lazy, deliberate orbit.

Reaching out I registered its emotionless presence, driven to exist and feed. I attempted to speak with it through the Force, but its brain was almost mechanical and not registering my thoughts.

There was NO fear in my heart. This was not evil, just nature.

If indeed the Force meant for me to meet my end here on Pabu, how could I fight it?

Everything lives. Everything dies. The Wheel of Life continues.

My light saber resting upon the shore, out of reach. If I thrashed about to swim, surely it would advance faster.

I calmly waited to meet my fate.

Eventually the presence circled closer. I catch fleeting glimpses of pale scarred skin.

It’s HUGE.

With another pass the shark’s snout comes into view: Large jagged teeth poke out of its mouth, and a black impassive eye stares back into mine...

...where I can see my reflection.

It glides past gracefully and before swimming away...

...bumps me...

It’s jagged skin opening mine...

A small stream of blood wafts away in the current.

I refuse to struggle, keeping still, silent.

The shark keeps swimming, then pauses a millisecond...

Swiftly it turns and slams into me with brute force. Knocking out my literal breath. Swallowing water and reaching out intuitively I find its snout. Trying in VAIN to reach out with the Force...

But...I’m drowning...

Large jaws thrash. I can feel the concussive force of them closing even in the water.

It’s pushing me back attempting to catch my arms, legs, body...

I hold fast pushing against its snout.

Those black empty eyes staring into my SOUL...

Until one of them explodes into a mess of blood and tissue. Two more shots hit it in the face. Something breaks the surface of the water, bubbles trailing behind it, jackknifing towards the shark.

The shark retreats, slamming me HARD with its tail.

As my vision and consciousness starts to wane, a second something...someone...breaches the surface of the water...coming right for me. I black out before I can tell who...

The next thing I register is vomiting seawater on someone’s hand as they pull me up while gripping the front of my tank top.

My sinuses, throat, and lungs burn from the seawater. I'm coughing and struggling for breath...then look up.

“CT...” I cough again “TECH??? Is... that YOU???”

“Of course. Who else would I BE?” He’s wet, in swim trunks, wiping my vomit off his hand with a towel...then pulls at the bottom of his goggles to empty any water.

Crosshair stands behind him, smug expression, holding his rifle. “Picked a GREAT time to go swimming.”

“YOU’RE a sight for sore eyes!” Echo smiles and waves with his scomp.

I cough and spit some more. Sitting in a boat...

“HOW...when...I have SO many questions...Where’s Wrecker???”

The boys grin.

Then I hear him. His BIG voice booming across the water, excited as a puppy. Barely able to contain himself...approaching in another boat...thirty feet away.

I’ve held back for too long. Jedi Code BE DAMNED!

Exhilaration, freedom, ALL the emotions launched me up from that boat and into the darkness...

Force Jumping into the arms of the man I LOVE!!!

He caught me. He KNEW where I’d be. No faltering in his desire to be there...to catch me.

I’m holding onto him with all my strength, kissing that beautiful bald head, down his cheeks...

He gently grabs my face with his powerful hands, bringing it around to kiss him deeply...

Somewhere in the back of my senses I hear Tech...

“Careful, she just vomited...er...ugh...”

Crosshair...laughing? Maker, he sounds like a defective GOOSE!

Wrecker’s lips pull away from mine. We stare into each other’s eyes.

“You’re REALLY here.” He still can’t believe it.

“Yes...and I’m staying...if you’ll have me.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

“I’ll TAKE IT!”

EPILOGUE

Tech, Echo, and Crosshair watch as the second boat speeds away towards shore. Shep smiling proudly as he mans the engine.

Wrecker and his Jedi love with their arms intertwined, laughing...

...the happiest they had ever seen their brother. The Batch watch them go.

“Where’s Hunter?” Crosshair inserts a toothpick into his mouth.

Tech and Echo stare at each other alarmingly...he NEVER came up to the surface...

Echo grabs a flashlight from his hip and shines it over the edge of the boat.

A HUGE sharp toothed head emerges from the deep RIGHT IN ECHO’S FACE!

“OHHHHSHHHIIIIIIIIIT!!!” Echo jumped up and fell backwards onto the floor of the boat.

The brothers hear a smoky laugh...somewhere out there... in the darkness.

“KARKSDAMMIT, HUNTER! Pissed myself!!!” Echo yells.

“Confirmed. Pissed himself. Can SMELL it.” Hunter remarks as he pushed up out of the water and flopped into the boat...wet hair and all. He had tied the dead shark to their boat to take to land for butchering purposes.

“Well SOMEONE had to get themselves into trouble several hours into one credit beer night!” Echo grumped.

“Could have just whipped it out and pissed over the side of the boat.” Crosshair smirked.

“I’ll remember to do that NEXT TIME we're speeding along and I’m in FRONT of you.”

Tech gazed at Echo and Crosshair like he didn’t recognize them. “That...is disgusting.”

Hunter chuckled, pulled up the seat storage compartment to take out an extra pair of swim shorts, tossing them to Echo.

Echo sighed. “Thanks, vod.”

Crosshair settled into the navigator's seat, waiting for Echo to change...

...then FLOORED the engine before Echo could pull up the clean pair of swim trunks around his ankles.

A VERY surprised bare-assed Echo grabbed ahold of Tech for balance as both collapsed into the boat!

Hunter toppled off the back and rode the dead shark all the way to the docks!

Crosshair honked as he laughed his ass off...

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padfootagain · 10 months ago

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Bookshelves

Hi everyone ! Here is a cute little something to answer this anonymous request for my 6k event : “I am in love with your writing style 💖😍 Can you make ben Barnes one with trope 16?”

Thank you for your request, anon! Hope you like the cute drabble I wrote for it!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: so much fluff you will get cavities

Summary: Nothing’s better than reorganizing your bookshelves with the love of your life on a crispy autumnal afternoon…

Word count: 1258 (short but sweet!)

Ben Barnes’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

The air is crisp and cold and you love it. It’s greyer than the leaves outside, they still wear their orange and red colours. The sky matches the global atmosphere of that afternoon: heavy with upcoming rain, gradients between black and white, smelling of the earth after a storm. You have a warm mug waiting for your lips right by your side, there, on the floor. A warm blanket wrapped around your frame and a fire cracking over cold stones. It’s warm, it’s autumn in all its splendour.

It's a simple afternoon, basked in Eta James’s voice, and it’s easy to forget that tomorrow is just another Monday, that you will have to go to work and get up before dawn and fight the cutting edges of the cold wind against your cheeks. It’s easy to forget that this day will have to end. Especially when Ben’s voice rises from somewhere behind you, a low hum that spreads warmth and reassurance across your heart, makes it skip a few beats in its excitement. He’s humming along the melody, matching the warmth of the saxophone and the quietness of his padding feet against the tiles. When he sits down by your side again, a refill of warm tea in his favourite mug, his hair is dishevelled, wearing an old black hoodie and some sweatpants, along with colourful fuzzy socks.

And you love it. You’ve never found him as stunning as he is now, looking cozy and warm and infinitely intimate in the simplicity of his appearance. Nothing fancy. Nothing done to impress you. You’ve passed this uneasy stage of your relationship a long time ago. You love each other too much now to accept anything from the other but their true self. You admire the curve of his jaw darkened with stubble, and the grace of his eyelashes brushing his pale cheeks, and the enticing beauty spot under his right eye. You’re not even thinking as you reach up to brush his messy dark strands of hair back, out of his face, so you can see him better. He’s smiling, turning towards you as you move your fingers through his hair, just the way he likes it.

“Alright, so… how do we proceed with this?” he asks, something mischievous glinting in his dark eyes, and you can’t supress a smile.

The task at hand is huge: rearranging the bookshelves of two people who adore reading is going to be a mission that will keep you both busy for the whole day. You’re going to love every second of it, no doubt.

“Do you want to reorganize everything by author? Genre? Colour?”

“Author is more practical.”

“Colour is prettier.”

He chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“I will do whatever makes you happy, my darling.”

“Do you want to separate our collections?”

He raises an eyebrow at that.

“We share a last name by now, we’re done compartmentalizing stuff and labelling them as ‘yours’ or ‘mine’. Whenever you’re sick, even your bloody virus becomes mine…”

You laugh at that, playfully pinching his thigh.

“Hey! It’s not my fault if you caught my cold last month! I told you to stop cuddling me, and you didn’t!”

“You looked too miserable. I was feeling too bad for you…”

The admittance is a mix of fondness, shyness and something extra-sweet that your heart can’t handle. It quickens its pace as it overloads.

“Right, so… we’re putting them all together, but how? Because for now, our books are a mess.”

“I vote authors. Because I’m an organised person,” Ben argues, but you pull your tongue at him at the playful teasing in his tone.

“I vote colours, cause it’s more aesthetically pleasing.”

“I vote for whatever makes you happy, cause I’m a clever lad, and I know I need to pick my battles in this relationship…”

“Clever lad, indeed!”

You exchange a laugh and a tender kiss, before starting to empty the shelves, Ben standing up to take the books out and passing them to you so you could organize them in piles.

It takes what looks like forever to empty all the shelves fully. You have mountains of books around you by the time you’re done, and Ben has changed the music to some Louis Armstrong and his trumpet. It has started to rain, and you have to turn on the lights as the sky turns a darker shade of grey. The rhythmic pattern of the rain against the windowpane and the rooftop warms your heart, and draws white clouds over the windows.

Ben is becoming increasingly distracted though. By the time the shelves are empty, he’s restless and keeps on playfully pushing your legs with his feet.

“Stop it!” you smack his foot away when he attacks again, making him giggle in the most adorable way.

“Let’s take a break,” he argues with such an adorable pout, you are this close from yielding, but you don’t, shaking your head.

“Come on, we can cuddle after we’re done with this,” you offer, and you notice the grin he fails to hide.

“In bed?”

“In bed.”

“Can I be little spoon?”

“If you want to, sure.”

This time he gives you a proper grin, bright and full of mischief.

“Oh, that’s a deal! Hurry up!”

You laugh at him as he starts picking piles of books, but he quickly slows down to organize the shelves correctly.

And you love it, it’s so satisfying to reorganize your bookshelves. You add some figurines, some cute pictures of the two of you as decoration to fill up the empty spaces on the shelves. And then it’s finally done, complete.

“I have to admit that the rainbow thingy looks stunning. Highly impractical, but stunning.”

“I think so myself!”

Ben drinks up the cold remnants of his tea, wincing at the nasty taste.

“We did such a good job! All our books finally put together in a pretty way!”

Ben hums in agreement, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to hold you closer, dropping a sweet kiss to your head.

“We did an excellent job!”

That’s when he realizes that his favourite figurine is missing. He looks around frantically, but you merely chuckle as you point towards the coffee table.

“Marty’s over there,” you joke, and he heaves a relieved sigh, walking over to get his Back to the Future figurine, and he places it on a shelf.

“Now, it’s perfect!” he chimes, turning towards you. “And I think we deserve to rest now.”

“You mean… cuddle?”

“Of course, I mean cuddle! You promised I would get cuddles out of this, do not break your word!”

You laugh at him but follow him anyway, teasing him some more while you make your way to your bedroom.

A few minutes later, you are buried under blankets, watching the rain fall on your windows, the touches of red from the trees in the distance, Ben tugged into your side, his head buried in the warmth of your neck as you stroke gently his back.

He heaves a content sigh.

“I love you, darling,” he whispers into your skin. “God… I’m so happy right now. This is the best, isn’t it? Just… doing the simplest of things together. Just… doing nothing. Just… being here, together.”

You hum, kissing his forehead, and you notice then that he has closed his eyes. He’ll soon fall asleep, he often does when you hold him like this. He can’t help it. He feels so peaceful in your arms, safe, untroubled.

“Yeah… yeah, I think that’s the best, indeed…”

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shimonerin · 8 months ago

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Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop

Content: You and Iwaizumi walking home together and sharing a soda pop under the early evening sky

Tags: casual intimacy, slight pining, fluff, slice of life

Words: 1.4k

A/N: Was hoping i could write the scene more visually but alas im not that good TvT

The sky was filled with a kaleidoscope of orange, violet, and pink hues mixing together in a perfect gradient sunset. You twisted the key into the knob, locking Seijoh’s court after another long practice. As the team’s manager, the coach entrusted you to lock after every practice, which means you have to stay behind until everyone’s done with whatever business they have inside.

It wasn’t ideal for you to go home so late but on the other hand, Iwaizumi’s presence seems to make your after-school journey less exhausting to the soul. Usually, you’d walk home with Oikawa as well but an emergency came up, and you’re left with his intimidating best friend.

Putting the keys back to one of the pockets in your bag, you turned to Iwaizumi with a small smile “You know you don’t have to wait for me.”

“It’s nothing.” He mumbled, simply staying quiet as he had his hands in his pockets “You ready to go?”

“Mhm-hm” You nodded with a hum, catching up to him as the two of you exited the school gates. The walk home was silent, with only the sounds of birds chirping and the wind blowing against your hair filling the space.

You purse your lips together, thoughts running inside your head and wondering why Iwaizumi is taking the time out of his day to walk with you, even when Oikawa’s not in the scene. You’d always assumed he only tags along because of him.

While you were lost in your thoughts and staring at the wide array of green land and villages just underneath, Hajime would glance over at you every once in a while. You looked…very pretty. Your hair was flying in the cool night’s breeze and your steps were so light, compared to his rather rugged ones.

“Are you done with the reading material?” You casually started the conversation, which made him jump a little bit in his skin. He wasn’t always so good with small talk.

“Uh, no…” He muttered, quickly averting his gaze from you and turned to face the ground “I’ll probably do it tomorrow. It’s not due for a bit anyways.” He says, rather dismissively, but you were used to it. Ever so cool and hot-headed at the same time, softer around you and rough with the others.

You nodded in understanding, tilting your head ever so slightly at him “Yeah? Well, you always seem to get it done one way or another so you don’t have to worry.” You say before lightly elbowing him at the arm in a playful way “If I don’t get it done tonight, I won’t have the energy to do it tomorrow. And the thought of having to cram that by morning sounds horrifying to me.”

Iwaizumi wore a small smirk on his face, looking you over quickly before turning his attention back to the road in front of him “At least you’re disciplined enough. That’ll get you far, you know?”

“I hope so.” You shrugged

He would stay silent again after that, not really sure what else to say. The both of you were always so awkward with each other sometimes, even when you’ve known each other for as long as Oikawa can talk.

You can hear the cicadas tick and the pale light emitted by the fireflies as you come across a vending machine near a fork on the road, stopping you in your tracks.

“Do you want anything from the vending machine?” He suddenly asked in a low voice, focusing on the way you were eyeing the vending machine. You purse your lips and nod as you try to fish out your wallet from the pockets of Seijoh’s university jacket “Yeah, I’m really thirsty.”

“Hold on…” Iwaizumi would reply before he slowly approached you and grabbed his wallet out of his own pockets. He’d look over the colorful variety of drinks inside and try to figure out what you were looking at “What do you want? I’ll get it for you.”

With his back turned towards you and leaning down to look through the options, you were thankful he wouldn’t be able to see the way your face heats up. You exclaimed, taking your place beside him “Hey, I didn’t tell you that you could do that! ”

He paused when you took your place beside him, a lump in his throat forming having you so close to him and giving him a chance to take a whiff of your lingering faint perfume. He grumbled out a response, his back was a little tense as he attempted to straighten it “Just let me get it for you.”

You looked at him with a slightly worried expression on your face “Are you sure?” You asked him, clutching the hem of your jacket against the cold wind.

He could feel his face softening for you before turning it into a small scowl, as if switching back to default once he feels himself slipping away “I said that I don’t mind! So, stop refusing, alright?” He’d scold you with his signature gruff in his voice. You were sure nothing could sway him so you sighed in defeat “Okay, okay. I’ll, uhm, I’ll get the strawberry soda.”

You pointed towards the light pink bottled drink on the fifth shelf. Iwaizumi scooted closer and pressed the buttons for you before hearing the whirring of the machine followed by the clanging of the soda drop on the compartment. He would open the can with a twist of his thumb and hand you your drink “Careful, it’s cold.”

You took the open can from him, your fingers grazing over his “Thank you so much.” You chuckled and looked up at him “Aren’t you getting one for yourself?”

He’d shake his head, escaping your eyes once more “No, I’m fine.” He wished he wasn’t as nonchalant with you as he thought he would be. But, God, he didn’t want to accidentally mess up. He’s not Oikawa, for fuck’s sake.

Your eyes shone like the small sparkling stars in the sky, your smile brighter than any street lamp in this small town. He’d have to catch himself from sighing and instead opted to clear his throat and leaned at the metal frame of the vending machine, looking away.

The fork on the road nearby is where you always split up after walking them home. Tonight, it doesn’t seem like the two of you have any plans of going there yet. The promise of staying within each other’s presence very much filled the air with tense anticipation.

Taking a large gulp of the fizzy pink drink, you heave out a sigh “It’s a crescent moon tonight.” Iwaizumi followed your gaze and noticed just how beautiful it looked. The clouds covering up parts of the moon gives it a rather mysterious charm to it.

It wasn’t as breathtaking as you, though. Somehow, someway, he’d feel himself gravitating towards you more. The way your eyes would adorably squint back at the moon because of your poor eyesight and maybe the way your hair would fall on your bare face.

How could you just stand there and look so…mesmerizing to him. You’re so oblivious to it and it’s annoying him.

“You should get going.” He broke the silence, walking you over to the fork on the road “Wouldn’t want you to miss dinner.”

You sway your hands over to him, shaking your head, your cheeks tinted with the palest pink flush “It’s fine, it’s fine. But, uh, yeah I think it’s getting a little late.”

Before waving you off like he always does, he turned his body towards yours and, unexpectedly, tousled your hair with a soft grunt. The contact ran a tingle up your spine and you found yourself holding your breath in his presence.

Iwaizumi couldn’t feel the words coming out as he wanted them to, feeling it stuck up in his throat. You were waiting and he’s making himself look like an idiot.

His words get stuck in his throat like a dying soda pop, bubbling with no resolution or release. His face burns and his heart starts beating quickly when you look at him like that but the words are just out of reach.

"I'll...I'll, uhm, see you tomorrow, I guess." He'd finally utter out, although in a rather choked up way. His flustered state had you chuckling to yourself but you dare not tease him about it.

"Alright, I'll see you too." You say, waving him off and walking away, but not before looking back with a smile "Can I buy you soda tomorrow?"

A small soft smirk plastered on his face.

"I'll take the blue raspberry one, then."

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