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aventurine x reader, but they both worked in the IPC together, until Reader faked their death to escape it. Aventurine kinda loses himself for a bit, but is sent on another planetary mission (idk what ipc assignments are called đ) he notices one of the citizens looks a bit too much like a previous friend
Reader realizes Aventurine found them, and feeling too scared to face him after never saying goodbye, warning or anything, they run off to a secluded area aven follows them to, and boom we get angsty argument, bittersweet love confession, and happy or sad ending up to u!!
i hope this made sense
The Gamble of Lost Hearts
Summary: After faking your death to escape the IPC and live a quiet life, You encounters Aventurine years later on a remote planet. Desperate to avoid facing him after leaving without a word, You run, but Aventurine tracks you down to demand answers.
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, angst, reunion, faked death, confrontation, bittersweet, passionate kiss, unresolved feelings, hurt/comfort, happy ending.
Warnings: Intense emotions, mention of grief and faked death, brief argument, bittersweet themes, kissing.
A/N: Thank for the request, Anon! Of course it made sense and I hope you like it!! I decided to go for a happy ending but lmk if you want a sad ending too đđ¤
The tall silhouette of the IPC headquarters still felt like a ghostly shadow looming over you, even on this remote planet. You'd spent years running from it, from him, leaving behind everything you knew to escape the endless cycles of high-stakes deals and veiled dangers. Faking your death was your only way out. A drastic choice, but one that had kept you free.
For the most part, it had worked. Youâd blended into a quiet, new life here, far from the frenetic energy and luxurious intrigue of IPC. But today was different. A mission had arrived from IPC. You hadnât realized who would be leading itâhadnât dared to imagine he would come to this far-flung place.
And yet, here you were, ducking down behind market stalls, holding your breath every time he brushed past. His sandy-blond hair, elegant stance, and that gamblerâs grin that still haunted your memoriesâit was all here. And with him came a flood of feelings you'd kept buried for years.
Somewhere along the winding paths of this new city, youâd slipped. He'd caught sight of you, and that glimmer in his eyes told you he knew.
You didnât waste time running. You veered down alleyways, taking shortcuts and dodging through side streets, ignoring the heart pounding in your chest. The cliffside path outside the city led to a hidden grove where youâd often retreat to watch the waves crash far below. Maybe there, he would lose your trail.
But there was no outrunning someone like him.
âQuite the bold tacticâfaking your own death,â His smooth voice sounded just as you remembered, laced with that same easy charm but edged with something newâsomething raw. âDid you think I wouldnât find you?â
You took a breath before facing him, his piercing gaze pinning you down as soon as you met his eyes. He stood mere steps away, looking as striking as ever, the faint roulette motif on his overcoat catching the last of the setting sun.
âAventurine, IâŚâ The words failed you. How could you explain years of silence? Of leaving him to mourn?
âI grieved you, you know.â His voice was soft, nearly breaking. âI searched, hoping it was all some misstep. Until the day I accepted you wereâŚgone.â
The ache in his words stung worse than youâd anticipated. âI didnât have a choice...â you whispered, but your words sounded feeble, empty even to yourself.
âNo choice?â Aventurine scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping him. âWe were supposed to be partners, werenât we? You could have trusted me.â He took a step forward, anger blazing in his eyes. âBut instead, you turned me into a fool. For years, I mourned a ghost while you built this quiet little life on the fringes.â
âYou donât understand,â you argued, feeling that familiar pang in your chest. âIt wasnât just about leaving IPC. I couldnât⌠If I stayed, I wouldâve lost myself. That placeâŚit consumed everything.â
âAnd you think I donât know that?â Aventurineâs voice softened, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face, a tender gesture that held the weight of all the things left unsaid between you. âDo you think I didnât want to leave with you?â
You swallowed hard, caught off guard by his words. The idea of Aventurineâthe gambler, the thrill-seekerâlonging to escape had never crossed your mind. But here he was, his eyes reflecting a deep sadness that mirrored your own.
âIâm sorry,â you murmured, the sincerity in your voice mixing with the regret that had gnawed at you all these years. âBut I couldnât drag you down with me.â
âYou didnât give me the choice.â he whispered, voice barely above a murmur. His eyes searched yours, desperate to find a reason, a justification that could somehow absolve the pain heâd carried all this time. And then, with a hint of frustration, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a fierce, desperate kiss. It wasnât gentleâit was raw, full of the emotions heâd held back, the years heâd spent believing you were lost.
The kiss stole the words from your mouth, every excuse, every apology dissolving in the intensity of that single, electric moment.
When he pulled back, his hand still lingered at the side of your face, thumb tracing the faint line of your jaw as he gazed at you with a newfound resolve. âIf you run again, Iâm coming with you.â he murmured, his voice steadier now.
You met his gaze, realizing he meant it. There would be no more running, no more hiding. Aventurine wouldnât let you.
âIâm not going anywhere,â you promised softly, the weight of your words sinking between you both. âNot without you.â
A flicker of a smile returned to his lips, tempered by the hurt that had yet to fully heal but brightened by the glimmer of hope that you could finally face whatever came nextâtogether.
#hsr#honkai star rail#x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#hsr aventurine#aventurine x reader#aventurine x you#hsr aventurine x reader#angst#angst with a happy ending#reunion#faked death#confrontation#bittersweet#passionate kiss#unresolved feelings#hurt/comfort#happy ending
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skk hate each other, and no one's actually surprised.
Everyone seems to be losing their shit over what Asagiri has said. And when I said everyone, it's mostly those skk haters celebrating their imagined downfall of Soukoku. To be honest, what Asagiri said doesn't surprise me anymore.Â
I don't really get people saying Dazai and Chuuya don't hate each other when that has been the foundation of their relationship ever since their first meeting. They're both strong in their own ways, and they showcase that by never concealing what they feel about each other. Both of them have never been passively aggressive about that. They show it with their words and their actions; their entire dynamic is built on the fact that they hate each other's guts. Sometimes (or most of the time), it is that "oh, I hate you so much and you should pay attention to me so I could show you how much I hate you" kind of hatred. At some point, it was a childish exchange between two teenagers finally finding a sort of escape from their toxic environment in the form of annoying the hell out of each other. They spent time together, blah, blah, blah, and then it turned to an unexplainable visceral kind of hatred that allows them to work so well with each other like one soul in two bodies. Is it toxic? Maybe it is, just like all the other things they experienced and would never deserve. They're not some high school friends meeting up in a park after class. They're both morally gray individuals who find a sort of familiarity between their shared hatred towards each other. I can't really explain, and I don't even want to try putting into words the kind of connection they have. That's mostly the reason why they're so interesting. Soukoku have this kind of connection that will make you want to rip your hair out just trying to find the right words to describe them.
Hating someone doesn't mean you can't feel other things for them. I think Asagiri just meant to say that hatred is not a mask for anything, mainly because they've always been upfront with their feelings for each other. Whatever other emotions they feel for each other have always been hinted at. I don't know about what Asagiri wants to say about that but it's there. I'd love to see more exploration of their dynamics because I'm genuinely crazy about them, but I've accepted it a long time ago that there's a slim chance Asagiri's going to do any of that. Dazai's still so heavily connected to the mafia, the whole agency is; however, there are so many other connections Asagiri would choose to discuss when it comes to Dazai, and his relationship with Chuuya's most definitely not going to be the first choice no matter how interesting it is for the majority. (I'm going to still dream about that every day though.) It doesn't mean their relationship is suddenly unimportant; that would be contrary to what has been brewing in the manga. It doesn't mean their connection is a thing of the past as their lives are still very much intertwined with each other. However, a deep exploration of their connection is probably only possible once all the major issues in the manga are settled. That's where the derivative works enter the scene. Asagiri's not really going to give us any deeper insight on the other dynamics of their relationship, so fans are free to interpret them in any way they like (just not in a way that trashes their individual characters, like what some skk fans do). Who knows? Maybe someday we'll learn something more about them. Right now, one thing we're sure about is their hatred for each other (as confirmed by the author himself) and the countless different possibilities fan works can explore. They hate each other? Wow, would you look at that? Another added spice to many series of fics that are sure to come. Soukoku's not ending. Unless Chuuya's going to weirdly disappear in mersault arc, then I don't think this downfall you all are wishing for is going to happen.
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I've come to the conclusion that loving young royals doesn't mean I can't be critical about it, maybe especially bc I love the show so much I have such strong feelings about it, good and bad and I can love parts of canon and agree with it and appreciate it but I don't have to love it all. I have accepted that it's okay if I don't accept the ending and I don't have to force myself to support it. It's okay to not agree with all of canon and it's okay to not side with all of the creators' intentions/views. Loving a show doesn't mean you have to take everything the writers say on face value and that's the only version that is allowed to exist. Canon isn't everything and fandom is about curating your own experience that makes you happy and not miserable. You don't have to dismiss canon in every aspect and ignore it entirely, that's certainly not what I want but there is a fine line between being canon respectful, allowing some parts to exist and sometimes, yes, you just have to say "fuck canon" and move on for your own sanity and wellbeing
#especically in the first two weeks of a new release everyone is feelings lots of intense emotions ranging from ecstatic to angry#everything in between is a part of it and i know i'm also feeling very strongly about it right now#i always try to stay levelheaded and rational and see things from an objective pov and be diplomatic about discourse#i don't want any of what i say drift off too much into meaningless hate instead of the constructive criticism it's supposed to be#but when you feel so strongly about something and sometimes you really just wanna say yeah i fucking hate it lol#but i always try to explain why and give understandable arguments and not just blindly hate on something#for example - I'm aware there are fans who have some problems with s2 and don't love the season whereas i do and it's my fave#and there is a difference between expressing some criticism and justified concerns which you can understand where it comes from#and those who are just like 'oh it's a horrible season. it was so shitty and we should get rid of it' which is dumb hate and just not true#and i can't support people like that and take them seriously#i can have my own issues with s3 from a subjective pov which can also include some justified criticism as well#but also still acknowledge it as a truly good piece of tv media and the quality is top notch#and that's why you have such high expectations and have critique because it is so good and sets such a high standard#yrtalk#with that being said i understand ppl not wanting to see any critic about it if they are riding the high of happy wilmon endgame#but that doesn't mean that i can't express my own opinions on my own blog and i will continue to do so#and maybe one day i will feel differently and accept or even like the ending who knows#but it doesn't have to happen. it's fine if it does but it's also fine if it doesn't
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Fanny, my sweet, beautiful girl
17.11.2012 â 14.04.2019
#my art#artists on tumblr#I cannot accept that it has been 5 years already#I know covid messed with everyoneâs sense of time but it simultaneously feels so much longer and so much shorter than that#exactly five years ago I was holding onto my mom for dear life and sobbing as we watched lilo and stitch together#not the best movie to watch when youâve just lost your first ever pet you know#and then I cried myself to sleep at the next morning we never mentioned her again#I know itâs because it was way too painful for everyone involved. but I do wish I was allowed to process that grief properly#instead of bottling it up and pretending everything was okay until I was reminded of her#feeling like my heart was being shattered over and over again every single time#well anyway. enough of that. Iâve allowed myself a nice long cry today and got most of it out of my system#and once I was feeling okay I decided to draw her#and I can count the number of times Iâve drawn animals on one hand so.. Iâm not too sure about the result#but it felt like to commemorate her in some way.#so yeah. here she is. my dear girl. the best dog in existence. she was always so affectionate and kind#which I didnât always appreciate bc of how young I was. when youâre a kid it feels like pets will live forever#never barked. never bit anyone. her only crime was chewing on my mlp and lps toys that I left out on the floor#but Iâm grateful she did that. it taught me not to leave my toys lying around and to clean up after myself#she really was taken from me way too soon. ideally she could still be alive right now. but Iâve been down the road of guilt and regret#there was nothing I could do. I was a child. I can only hope that she knew she was loved right until the very end#even if I didnât know how to show it properly. and great. now Iâm tearing up again#I suppose itâs unavoidable. April 12th will always be a melancholy day. and maybe thatâs not such a bad thing#itâs good to have a day when I can freely remember her and cry if I need to. itâs healthy. itâs better than crying every day#she never liked it much when I cried. always tried to comfort me. thatâs the kind of dog she was. I miss her so much#when I move apartments and get a dog of my own Iâm getting a spaniel. just like she was#well. maybe a different colour so I donât end up sobbing every time I look at it. but spaniels really are the perfect breed#I mean. cavaliers especially were bred for love and warmth. thatâs just what I need. it will be nice to have someone waiting for me at home#and while I donât necessarily believe in the afterlife⌠I do hope that Fannyâs watching over me#spiritually comforting me when I feel all alone in the world. itâs a nice thought for sure#and hopefully she wonât mind me getting another spaniel too much. it will be done in her honour after all. to make up for my past mistakes
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AITA for telling my boyfriendâs coworkers that heâs lying about his body count?
I (35f) have been dating my boyfriend (32m) for four years. Itâs honestly been the best relationship until last Friday when it all went down. I feel like Iâm in the right, but now Iâm wondering if I overstepped.
For context, my boyfriend has been a professional Slasher for about eight months now. Heâs always really admired Cryptids, Monsters, and Nightmares so when his application was finally accepted, he was over the moon even if he was starting in a lower position than he initially applied for.
At his company, being a Slasher requires a lot of travel which we knew when he accepted the position. The end goal is for him to get a promotion to at least regional Nightmare (he wants Cryptid, but that position doesnât have a lot of turnover) but to get that he needs to be in role for at least 12 months OR meet his goals for three months in a row. Once he promotes, we plan to relocate to his new region and âstart talking about our future.â
(Side note: no this isnât about him not popping the question yet. We are both in agreement that marriage comes after financial stability. I run a small business doing scare consults and, while itâs been growing, I wouldnât call it stable yet. So neither of us are ready.)
I told him itâs completely normal for it to take a whole year before heâs ready to promote and he really should focus on adjusting to the company before thinking about next steps. I used to work for a competitor (Iâve been retired for five years now) and I know it can be hard to go from only taking the occasional human life to having to take over half a dozen a week. Itâs not a light workload, no matter how easy it looks in the movies. One of my best friends Slashes part-time and she still only averages about five lives a week despite having done it for years. Especially these days, it can be really hard to meet quota. Humans are getting smarter, no matter what the Council wants us to think.
Anyway, boyfriend didnât do as well as he thought he would in his first couple months. Totally understandable, of course, which I told him. I suggested he ask his boss if he could be put on a couple team assignments or even a duo until he got the hang of it. That was our first real fight. He thought I was doubting his ability to kill. He brought up how I told him it would take over a year to promote and how I said that this job wasnât for everyone (His first assignment ended with a 0% kill rate, but thatâs a different story). He said it felt like I didnât believe in him and he said that if that was the case then maybe we shouldnât be thinking about marriage so soon.
It got pretty messy after that. I felt like he was forgetting that Iâd worked in the same field and, arguably, had a lot more experience (not to brag, but I averaged a 98% kill rate). Also, four years is NOT too soon to talk about marriage. He said I didnât understand how he needed to focus on his career right now. I told him I thought he was taking Slasher too lightly just because it wasnât Cryptid. He accused me of not respecting him and then things spiraled from there.
We both said a lot of things we didnât mean and Iâm embarrassed that it turned into a bit of a fang measuring contest. I ended up sleeping under the bed for a few nights until he coaxed me out to apologize.
It was a rough patch, but we talked it out. We agreed that, going forward, I wouldnât offer advice unless he asked and he would try not to take so much of his frustration home with him. He took a weekend off and we went on a recreational haunting trip in the Montana woods.
Things did get better after that. I tried not to give him consults every time he came back from a work trip. He started bringing me souvenirs like roses and cursed puzzle boxes his work said he could have. It became easier just to hang out with each other and it felt like we were back to normal.
But then, four months ago, he came home super pissed because his boss put him on a PIP. (A performance improvement plan.) Apparently, boyfriend had not been doing better at work, he had just stopped telling me when he had a bad assignment. I saw the paperwork he got (he left it in the dungeon under the house, I didnât go through his stuff) and heâs been missing quota by a LOT. As a junior Slasher, he was supposed to be executing at least 6 people a week, but heâd been lucky to be maiming half that.
Obviously, I had to talk to him about that. We rent our house and, even though I could have afforded the rent on my own, I didnât want to jeopardize the investments I was making in my business (I was in the process of hiring an assistant to handle my scheduling). Plus, we agreed from day one that we would be 50/50 on rent and I would take care of the rest of the bills because I earned more. I felt that if his financial situation was in jeopardy, he needed to talk to me about it.
I tried to approach him a bit differently than last time. I asked him if there was anything I could do to help. I told him about my slasher friend and how maybe she could give him advice if he didnât want any from me. But he said he needed to figure stuff out on his own and that if he couldnât get himself off the PIP then he would go back to work for his dadâs janitorial company.
I let it go. I was worried but I didnât want to fight again just after patching the holes from the last blow out. It really bugged me that he thought I didnât believe in him so I committed to giving him the benefit of the doubt. I said okay and asked him if he needed me to meal prep for both of us that week. He offered me grocery money, but I said it was fine since Iâd had to deal with a lot of humans breaking in lately and I still had some leftover in the dungeon.
Fast forward a month. Boyfriend got off the PIP super fast. He worked his way off of it over Spring Break and started taking on a lot of extra assignments. In just four weeks he went to Miami Beach twice, New York City twice, and to three separate summer camps. I missed him and it was hard not having him around but I remembered how he said he needed to focus on his career and I tried not to nag.
It was hard not to nag though. With him gone, all the housework fell on me. We rent a 19th century manor, and its upkeep really does need two people. Doing all the chores plus running my business started to really drain me. Even when he was home, he forgot to banish the ghosts (my chore is to kill all invading humans, and his chore is to banish their ghosts) and he never took out the trash. I think he cleaned blood off the dungeon walls once, but then I had to basically redo it because he missed a lot of spots.
But still, I didnât say anything because he was doing really well at work and I didnât want to ruin that for him. Even when Humans started breaking in every week, I didnât complain even though it interrupted my work day.
Last month though, I did ask him if we could move somewhere that needed less maintenance. There were just way too many Humans breaking in and I didnât have the time to deal with them anymore. Even if I donât do all the theatrics I used to as a Cryptid, killing humans through fear still takes a lot of time. He asked me if I didnât appreciate the free meat, and I said I would appreciate it more if I wasnât the only butchering it.
He said he didnât want to move because he was really close to getting promoted to regional Nightmare and he didnât want to take time off work to move. I was so surprised that I couldnât hide how surprised I was. He saw and got offended. He asked if I still didnât believe in him. I said that I did, but it was a huge jump to go from an 8% kill rate to getting promoted.
He got even more mad at me for bringing up his stats and he said that he had nearly 80% kill rate since being put on the PIP. I asked how many humans a week he was slashing and he told me I was being too nosy and that was proof that I didnât believe in him.
I asked him if we could at least hire a ghoul then to keep the humans out of my office and he said he didnât want to waste the money that we should be saving for our new house. I asked him what he wanted me to do then? I had to take phone calls for my consulting business and it was really hard to stalk humans all around the house while trying to sound like a professional to my clients.
He asked me to be patient for one more month. He said if he met quota for one more month, his boss said heâd get promoted. So I said fine and let it go.
Fast forward to now, almost a full month later.
Last Friday, I attended the Eldritch Conference. For those not in the scare field, the Eldritch Conference is the most prestigious event in our industry. Itâs invitation only and is a chance to network with all the big players in the field. Mothman, the Jersey Devil, Bloody Mary and Bigfoot all spoke this year and both my former company, Grudge Industries, and my boyfriendâs current company, Forgotten Summer Solutions, were invited.
I was surprised to get an invite as a solo contributor to the field. However, my consulting firm has really been doing well and I did land a seasonal contract with the Yeti Co-op which I guess is how they heard about me. Plus, Iâve been a speaker before so I think the organizers knew I would behave myself.
I was planning on telling my boyfriend that I was going, but he was out of town on a co-ed sleepover assignment. He usually doesnât have his phone on during his assignments, so I didnât bother calling him. I just figured itâd be nice if we ran into each other at the conference if he made it back in time.
Which brings me to what actually happened (apologies for the long post).
So everything went great for my part of the day. I got to network with a lot of individual businesses and even got to reconnect with Blood Mary who I knew back in my Cryptid days. I told her I was dating a Slasher from Forgotten Summer Solutions and invited her to come with me to check out their booth. I thought it would be fun to grab dinner with her after since I assumed if my boyfriend was there, heâd be going out with coworkers which he often does. Plus, I admit, I was showing off a little. I donât often get the chance to brag about my Cryptid days.
She agreed and we went over to see if my boyfriend was there.
I introduced myself to the people manning the booth. My boyfriend wasnât there, but a few Slashers recognized my name and greeted me. They were definitely in awe of Bloody Mary (she came in full uniform) and invited us to look at their displays. They had portfolios for each Slasher on the desk as a sort of preview of what their services looked like.
While Bloody Mary looked through the portfolios, I chatted with my boyfriendâs coworkers. They said they were thrilled to work with him and that, even though he had a really rough start, it was impressive how quickly he started meeting his goals. Something about how they talked about his work kind of didnât make sense. They were talking like he was killing a dozen humans a week, but heâd told me that he was at 80% on his assignments which typically only offer about ten humans each.
I asked them about it and they said that heâd been Slashing during After Hours which is a new goal supplement program his company launched a few months ago. Basically, anyone can sign up for After Hours and the company counts human kills done in uniform as part of their quota. I asked them if this was available to them while they were on assignment and they said no, it had to be done when they had down time. I asked them how my boyfriend was part of that when he was traveling all the time and they looked confused. One of them said that my boyfriend is still getting one assignment per week and is then supplementing his kill rate with After Hours.
At that point, I was even more confused. It sounded like my boyfriend had been lying to me then, because he told me that he was getting at least two assignments a week. If he was only getting one, then where was he going when he said he was traveling?
Bloody Mary interrupted before I could say anything and asked how their Slashers did their kills. They said that every Slasher at their company is required to use a standard issue weapon (like a machete or axe) for their kills to count. They said their company doesnât count accidents as part of their quota (like falling or heart attacks).
Bloody Mary pulled me aside and showed me the portfolio she was holding. She said that she was going to give me a chance to explain without them overhearing and showed me the book. She said that a bunch of kills in it looked Cryptid kills. And she said, specifically, it looked like the kills I made when I was a Cryptid. I took the book from her and flipped through it and she was right, they really did look like Cryptid kills. Worse, I recognized a few of the Humans from the past few weeks. They were actually my kills!
Kill stealing is a major taboo in our industry.
I told her I didnât know anything about this. She looked really relieved at that and said that even though I wasnât a Cryptid anymore, it would look really bad for me if I was caught helping a Slasher cheat at their job. It could affect my business which sheâd only heard good things about.
Iâm embarrassed to say that I tried to defend him. Heâs new to our industry so I thought it might be a mistake. He might not be trying to cheat, this could be a misunderstanding.
She said she didnât think so because a mistake would be one or two of my kills mixed in with his, not the entire book.
I counted up how many photos were in the book and, all told, of the 146 kills, at least 100 were mine. I couldnât really say it was a mistake at that point and I was just staring at his portfolio like an idiot. Bloody Mary asked me what I was going to do because, mistake or not, this looked really bad and could damage my reputation if it got out.
At that moment, another man walked up to booth and asked us if there was a problem. I knew that if I said anything, I would be jeopardizing my boyfriendâs job, but if I didnât say something, I was jeopardizing my business.
I told my boyfriendâs coworkers that he was lying about his body count. I said I didnât think that they knew he was doing it, but over half of the kills in his portfolio werenât his and I suggested they remove it from their display before another Cryptid came by and realized it.
The other man thanked me for bringing this to his attention and asked how we knew. Bloody Mary said that she knew another Cryptidâs kills and I had to tell them that I was that Cryptid, though I was retired now. He asked me if I knew my boyfriend was doing this, and I told him no.
I told him I really didnât want to get my boyfriend in trouble and suggested that maybe he didnât know those kills didnât belong to him because they happened in our house. I was grasping at straws and Blood Mary even looked sad for me. His coworkers looked skeptical but tentatively agreed. The man â who turned out to my boyfriendâs boss â said that they would investigate this thoroughly and apologized personally for his employeeâs misconduct.
I was spiraling at that point so I thanked him and said I wasnât mad, I was just looking out for both of our reputations. He promised to keep it between us and I agreed.
Then I apologized to Bloody Mary because I didnât feel like eating dinner anymore. She said she understood and wished me well.
I went home and did a quick perimeter search of the property. Sure enough, there were human summoning stones ALL OVER the yard. Which means my boyfriend was intentionally luring humans to our house to get me to kill them so he could take credit. It wasnât a mistake at all.
My boyfriend came home later that night in his work clothes. As soon he got inside he started yelling. He said he was suspended without pay and that all his hard work was for nothing.
I said I knew heâd been stealing my kills and he almost ruined my reputation. He said they still counted as his kills because he did all the work of luring the humans to our house.
I told him that wasnât how it worked and he knew it. He said it was the same as setting a trap and I was taking this too seriously. I told him that, as a Slasher, he has to use a weapon to get his kills, not me. He said I was basically the same thing since I had such a high kill rate. I asked him if he was calling me an object.
(My parents exploited me by selling me as a haunted doll through a lot of my childhood and he knows Iâm sensitive to being called an object.)
He backpedaled at that point and asked if I didnât want to buy a house together. He said he was doing it for us and I shouldâve understood and not said anything. I told him that when I was a Cryptid I had my pride and wouldâve never done this.
He said I needed to tell his boss that he was the one who made all those kills. I said it wasnât me who recognized them as Cryptid kills and now his boss knew too. He accused me of thinking Iâm better than him because I have telekinetic powers and can move through shadows and can possess people, while heâs basically a human himself. I told him of course not and that I worked hard for those powers unlike him.
He got really mad at that and actually charged at me with his machete raised. I donât think he was going to actually hit me, but I reacted like he was. It was all instinct. I disarmed him and I swear I heard a crack when I grabbed his wrist. I shoved him into the wall.
 He crumpled to the floor and started crying. He said sorry and sort of curled up around his wrist. He said he didnât ever feel like he was enough for me and he didnât even know why I was still with him. He called himself a bunch of names and said I would be better off without him.
I sort of awkwardly stood there for a minute. On one hand I wanted to assure him that he was enough and that I loved him, but, on the other, I wasnât sure I could forgive him. He nearly ruined my reputation, and he embarrassed me in front of Bloody Mary. Plus, I still didn't know where heâd been going all those times he said he was on a business trip and apparently wasnât.
So I ended up not saying anything. I went to our room and started packing a bag. He followed me. He was still crying as he begged me not to go. He said he would own up to his kill steals at work and he would make it right. He pleaded for me not to leave him and that he would give up slashing.
I told him I needed space to think. He tried to grab me, but I shadow walked out of the house. I heard him screaming from outside and I hurriedly drove away.
Now Iâm at my friendâs house and I told her everything. She agreed I did the right thing walking away from him, but when I asked her what I should do she hesitated. She said that my boyfriend wasnât right to kill steal but, as a fellow Slasher, she understood what he was going through. She said I wouldnât understand the pressure to meet quota because I was always surpassing mine when I was in the field. She said that a Cryptid could never understand a Slasher.
She also said that nobody would have found out about his kills if I hadnât brought them to his bossâ attention. She said the only time kills are on display like that is at the Eldritch Conference and by the next one, heâd have had kills of his own. She thinks that if Iâd just confronted him at home, he wouldnât be on suspension.
So now Iâm worried that I overreacted when I told my boyfriendâs coworkers that he was lying about his body count.
AITA?
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#i hatte this feeling of losing myself#it happens almost regularly#for two days Iâm starting to see things in the corner of my eye#only had one coffee today!!!#anyways I dislike my current helplessness and feeling of losing myself because I have to go to work tomorrow#i donât like my work self because she is pretend and fake and so much energy#how do I ignore this at work and accept my actual self there like Iâm not bad I can work too#this would also help with anxiety kicking in and going strong up until Friday afternoon#literally I am a different person until then#and I donât like her AND donât function well with her#i feel like Iâm already stressed like what am I stressed about? is there a reason? not even Andreas itâs bothering me#or maybe thatâs actually a problem and he should bother me but thatâs the point#me feeling indifferent is a problem and is causing me to numb down D and dissociate and afterwards have a hard time relaxing and getting#back to myself#which ends in me losing so much time at home where Iâm gaming to calm down from work which is not even really fun anymore itâs a coping mech#and another thing to work for since Iâm training in there which resulted in me wasting time becoming unhappy and losing focus on things that#interest me or things that I could be doing instead after work like#i shouldnât exhaust myself at work and also shouldnât bring work home or onto me
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If youâre someone who needs reassurance from loved ones that they love you, thatâs really valid. But the way you ask for it matters. Hinting at it with comments like ânobody loves meâ can actually be hurtful to your loved ones. Itâs also a good idea to try and reassure yourself first!
The truth is that for a lot of people, giving reassurance constantly is exhausting. It can lead to issues in a relationship over time, and negative feelings on both sides because they may end up avoiding the other person. This is especially true if someone doesn't ask for reassurance directly but hints at it with things like "No one cares about me."
My advice is if you are finding yourself struggling is to first try and self soothe either with skills or things that have helped in the past. Here is my post on self-soothing ideas! And if that doesnât work, then ask for it in a healthy way.
Some other examples.
Keep screenshots, letters, cards etc that affirm you are cared about by your loved ones. You can even ask someone to give you a recording of them saying it that you can listen to. Bonus: Keep these things in a self-care box that you can use in times of crisis and pull out that has other things in like affirmation cards, favourite treats, self care items, etc.
Examine the evidence. By this I mean try and keep a list of things they've done to show they care about you. For example, I have a list of things my partner has done for me besides saying "I love you" of both big things and little things that I can read when my brain decides to be rude to me and make me doubt he cares.
If the other person has done something specifically to make you feel they don't care, it's important to step back and look at the situation and check the facts. There's a difference between someone lying to you or doing something intentional and someone not replying to you because they got busy. Hereâs my post on checking the facts!
Hereâs a post on Challenging Irrational Thoughts!
ACCEPTS is a really good skill for distractions! Here's a post on it.
TIPP is a good skill if you are needing to calm down in immediate crisis. Here's a post on it.
If you're having urges to accuse your loved one of not caring, consider Urge Surfing (here's a post on it) and then using a skill or plan that helps you.
If you aren't able to self-soothe that's so valid! It really is. I recommend trying it because sometimes you will be able to. But then sometimes you won't be able to and that's okay. In this case, if you need to get it from someone, ask directly for it instead of doing it in a guilting/passive aggressive/hinting way. You might say "Hey. I know you care about me, but my brain is being rude. Can you please give me some reassurance?" instead of "Sorry I'm such a bad friend/person/burden/etc".
It might also be worth having a conversation when calm with the other person to establish some boundaries and ideas for communication.
For example, if your friend regularly feels drained by you asking for reassurance, they could set boundaries on how often they're okay for you to ask for it.
You both might decide that they will try and message you randomly to offer reassurance because it can mean a lot when that happens.
This might be where they send you messages/recordings/etc that you can read in times of need.
If the friend is doing something specifically, even unintentionally, that makes you question things then it's really valid to have a discussion about it! I recommend using some I-Statements or other communicative skills to talk about it. Even if they aren't doing something wrong, it's still valid to talk about your feelings and see if you can come up with a solution. For example, maybe it's really hard on you that they disappear randomly for a couple days when their energy levels plummet. And this causes you to spiral and think they're ghosting you or etc. In this situation, maybe you and your friend come up with a solution where you establish a single emoji (specific for this purpose) that the friend can send with low energy that says "Hey. It's not you but I'm feeling drained and need to not reply for a bit."
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I feel sorry for Orin
repurposed from an old Reddit post of mine
Edit: Wrote an epilogue fic where my Durge, Sofija, seeks redemption for her sister with the Gods
Raised from birth in the Bhaal cult and has never known ANYTHING else. Literally the result of incest between her mom and Sarevok (her father AND grandfather) - and for her entire life is actively manipulated and groomed to worship her "Grandfather" second only to Bhaal (leaving a disgusting implication that Sarevok might eventually try again). Literally every single day of her life spent in a murder cult, never knowing anything else.
Her mother is actively manipulated when Orin is seven to try to kill her daughter, only for Orin to reflexively kill her first, at which point Orin was briefly possessed by Bhaal himself (per some Sarevok dialogue). AT AGE SEVEN. And even from a young age, Orin's true gift is her artistry, a talent that outside the Bhaal cult probably could have been nurtured into something phenominal, but inside the cult is twisted into a sinisterness in the kill that, when she's out of earshot is decried as wasteful.
She eventually rises through the ranks (never have had any choice), having never felt a meaningful moment of compassion or kindness and, desperate to be cared about, sees the power and fear and respect her bloodkin (The Dark Urge) has gained and uses their hubris to take them out.
Ironically, in the timeline where Durge lives, they get a gift Orin couldn't even dream of - a 2nd chance. With their brain scrambled and the tadpole present but being interfered with, the Dark Urge got a chance to be someone new. (Whether they accept or reject that 2nd chance, they at least got a choice this time).
What did Orin get for her troubles? Her (grand)father openly coveted to either take her out, or worse, take her out - when the time was right, her own allies both detested her (Gortash openly revels at the idea of working with the Dark Urge again)
and most brutally, if you manage to confront her with the truth, any of it? About Sarevok, about her mother, etc? She immediately believes you. And for one (1) moment, maybe there's hope for her.
Hope that Bhaal immediately rips away; an Orin confronted with the truth and showing even the slightest hesitation is immediately forcibly transformed into the Slayer by Bhaal himself, with a strong implication that the core of the old Orin is gone forever win, lose, or draw. "No more doubts, no more fears, no more Orin. Become murder.". Seeing what Bhaal's reaction was the moment Orin had one (1) instant of hesitation also confirms that she'd likely have never had the chance to choose differently, either Bhaal would always step in or else she'd eventually meet her end.
Imagine the AU where Orin takes her CLEAR flair and artistic talent to become a truly great artist. Where she gets the same second chance that Durge got - If she'd been able to use her talent for impersonation and desire to great to do something powerful instead of being forced by her family from childhood into the family business of murder.
She literally never had a chance. Even Bane and Myrkul and their respective cults were never so unfathomably cruel, and she never knew anything else.
At least for my own first game, though, my Durge recognized that without her "sister," she'd have never gotten the chance to save the world, never met Shadowheart, never stopped a century worth of Ketheric's torture on Dame Aylin, never set in motion the liberation of the Githyanki...In the right world states, Orin unwittingly saved the world, but it's a world she'll never get to see or know, and probably never could have.
That's tragic as hell.
#baldur's gate 3#orin the red#orin#orin bg3#bg3 orin#dark urge#the dark urge#durge#durge bg3#bhaal#bhaalspawn#sarevok#bg3#baldurs gate 3#canon#bg3 durge#orin as gortash
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đŠđŽđ đŚđ˛ đ§đđŚđ đđ đđĄđ đđ¨đŠ đ¨đ đ˛đ¨đŽđŤ đĽđ˘đŹđ | đŹđđ§đŁđ˘ đą đđđŚ!đŤđđđđđŤ (đŹđ§đđđ¤ đŠđđđ¤)
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛ as much as you wanted to stay by his side, you couldn't bear the thought of watching him fall in love with other women while you're stuck at the kitchen washing dishes and measuring ingredients. so you dreamt of leaving, of traveling to different islands to share your lovely songs and tunes; but the more your desire to leave grows, the more sanji finds himself drowning in your warmth. or, you and sanji over the years, wherein five times you tried to leave him and the one time you finally did, despite his refusal to let you go.
đđđ đŹ musician reader, 5 + 1 things, pining, unrequited love, not actually unrequited love, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending
đ§đ¨đđ i swear i cannot escape a brainrot whenever i watch a new show. this automatically wrote itself, i don't even remember how i came up with this idea. anyway, i'm surprised there aren't many sanji fics that involves the unrequited love trope, seeing that it suits him. or maybe that's just me. this is only a SNEAK PEEK though.
đđđ˘đ full version now published here!
You accepted it years ago.
You accepted the fact that you somehow fell in love with Sanji Vinsmoke along your weird journey of working in a sea restaurant full of former pirates and making music while at it. How the pesky feelings grew and wrapped themselves around your aching heart, you didn't know. Maybe it was when he learned to cook your favorite food and gave it to you afterwards, or the way his crystal blue eyes reminded you of snowflakes every winter.
Or maybe it was when he pulled your hair out of jealousy the moment he learned that Zeff would be taking in another child in his care, but brushed it and even braided it after the latter cleared the misunderstanding. Maybe it was when he supported you in your dreams and told you they weren't silly, maybe it was when he fought off drunk men that were trying to hit on you. Or maybe it was the way his voice would drop an octave lower whenever he asks you for a favor. The list could go on and on and you still wouldn't know the reason why. It doesn't matter anyway. You tripped, you fell, and now you're pining.
Drying off the last of the plates, you washed your own hands after and patted them dry on your skirt. You were the last one to leave the kitchen, the other staff already back in their quarters after a long, exhausting day of cooking. You fixed the signature blue bandana tied in your hair then went on your way towards the upper deck.
You weren't blessed with a talent in cooking, so you offered to do chores instead. Washing the dishes, cleaning the restaurant, and doing the laundry were few of the things you do in the Baratie. You can't say that you enjoy it, but you were beyond grateful that Zeff gave you a chance despite his opposition to let a woman work inside his restaurant.
As you were about to go to the newly laundered clothes you hung on a thin wire earlier that morning, you heard two voices speaking. You also smelled cigarette smoke wafting through the air, and you only knew one person who could be smoking at this hour. Your breath hitched in anticipation.
"You bringing a woman to your bed again, Sanji?" The other person asked playfully, but there was a hint of disbelief in his voice. You carefully took a peek so you won't accidentally reveal yourself and be accused of eavesdropping. Two people came into view with their backs facing you.
"Now, what are you talking about, Patty? I am a gentleman. I only had a nice chat with the lovely lady and escorted her back to her ship." Sanji interjected, a cigarette hanging on his lips.
Patty huffed. "I didn't know that chatting included kiss marks on jawlines."
This caused Sanji to laugh and say, "Not my fault she was charmed by my food."
"The boss man ain't gonna like it when he finds out about this."
"He's not gonna find out." Sanji assured him, wiping off the said kiss mark on his jaw. You stared at him as he did so, and you pitied the woman who planted that kiss, knowing she was just one of the many beautiful ladies Sanji had flirted with before. However, a tinge of pain in your chest said otherwise, taunting you that it was not pity you're feeling, but foul jealousy.
"Why don't you look for more decent women, eh? How about 'little lass' for a change?" Patty suddenly suggested.
It was like someone had hit your stomach with one of the metal pans in the kitchen with the way it lurched in surprise and nervousness. Your heartbeat started to quicken the longer you waited for his response, making your grip on your skirt tighter. In moments like these, you allowed yourself to hope, to wish that he saw something in you and that he finds you beautiful and lovely enough to be the person standing by his side.
But his answer made all that hope crumble down into nothing but dust.
"I don't see her that way." Sanji said after a long stretch of silence, taking a long drag from the cigarette then releasing the smoke in a single breath.
Ah.
You blinked repeatedly, trying to keep the tears from forming. It's always been like this, so why can't you get used to it? Taking a deep breath, you gulped away the knot forming in your throat and decided to leave. You can grab the clothes later.
"You're too kind for him." Someone behind you spoke, making you jump and tense up. Turning around, you saw Zeff looking at you with an unreadable emotion in his eyes and his hands on his hips, almost like he knew your secret. Of course he does. He always sees everything.
You stumbled on your words. "Sir?"
"That boy is always up to something." He began, switching his attention to Sanji. "One minute he's stubbornly immature in the kitchen, and the next he'll be a thirsty man staring at women like they're liquid booze."
Clearing your throat, you forced a smile.
"Well, he can be a lot sometimes." You agreed, remembering the days when the two of you would fight over irrelevant matters. Then you chuckled and continued, "But he's kind. He's gentle, and lovely, like a freshly made poem you keep repeating in your head. But then he's also confusing, hot-headed, and reckless. He's like the sea, isn't he? Calm yet wrapped with mystery, dangerous yet beautiful..."
You trailed off, an unbearable heat rising up your cheeks and neck once you slowly began to realize that you just ranted out your feelings to the head chef. You glanced at him with wide eyes, preparing to see a disgusted look on his face; however, Zeff didn't appear to be repulsed by your little speech. In fact, the corners of his lips were slightly quirked up.
"But I cannot swim. If I were to drown, he wouldn't save me." You quickly added, hoping to shut down the topic.
He sighed. "You will meet someone who deserves you as much as you deserve them, little lass." He simply said. He then laid his hand out, and on his palm was a little box poorly tied with a ribbon. "Here, for you."
Altnough you were a bit confused at the random gift, you accepted it and cradled the box to your chest. "I'll be okay, Zeff." You insisted, grinning cheekily. "When I become famous, I'll sing my songs here in Baratie, and people would flood the restaurant to hear my singing. And to eat your food too, of course."
The head chef nodded, relief flooding his expression. "I look forward to that." He said while awkwardly returning your smile.
That night, when you were sure that everyone in the Baratie was asleep, you opened the loose floorboard on the floors of your bedroom and grabbed the wooden box you kept hidden for a long time now. You opened the lid and began counting the Berry you saved for the past few months.
Tomorrow was the perfect day to leave.
You just can't stay here. Yes, you had a roof over your head, delicious food to eat everyday, and clean clothes to wear but you were so miserable. This wasn't the life you wanted. You wish to go out there, sing your heart out, and fall in love with someone who actually loves you back.
A knock on your door made you freeze. You held your breath as the person on the other side continued to knock a few more times. "You awake?"
Pain surged through your veins, your chest twisting in agony. Sanji.
"You didn't come down for dinner. I guess you're too tired, hmm?" He said, his muffled voice gentle, and the sound almost prompted you to stand up and open the door for him. But you dug your fingernails in your palms and resisted, because you can't just let this opportunity pass by.
You heard a brief clinking sound before Sanji spoke again, "Sweet dreams, ange."
Once his footsteps faded away, you cautiously moved towards your door and opened it as quietly as you can. There, on the floor, was a small plate with a slice of your favorite dessert: angel's food cake, topped with fresh cream and strawberries.
You bent down and saw a note beside the plate. And when you got to read the contents of the note, you burst into tears and sobs that wracked down your entire body.
Happy Birthday
â S.
You ate the cake with tears silently falling down your cheeks, and that was the first time you failed to leave Sanji Vinsmoke.
again, this is only a sneak peek of the actual fic, i'm currently halfway in completing it. please let me know if you want to read it, because i might publish it next week. if not, i'll just drown in sorrow and self-pity.
#opla#opla x reader#opla x y/n#one piece#one piece live action#opla sanji#one piece sanji#sanji#vinsmoke sanji#sanji live action#sanji x reader#sanji x you#sanji x y/n#opla sanji x reader#angst#one piece sanji x reader#ŕ¨ďż˝ďż˝ďż˝ ladadiida
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miss louisiana i | c. leclerc, a. saint mleux | chase landry
poly! | fem! reader x obsessive! exes! charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux (+chase landry and f1 grid)
synopsis. your obsessive exes refuse to accept your new relationship with a man completely different from them. maybe they should move to louisiana? jk!. . . unless?
note. ok so reader is from louisiana and has cajun roots for context. chase landry is from swamp people đâď¸ I loved that show when I was younger & I rewatched some recently and it reignited my crush on him sorry
WARNING(s); obsessive/possessive behavior, toxic/creepy exes (I make is as fluffy as I can tho trust), ooc Alex and Charles being a rich and out of touch, a spec of classism, stalking oops, (everyone Loves you)
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miss.y/n back where I belong âď¸đˇđđđđżđ
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mariene.y/l/n be safe in the water my baby đ¤
miss.y/n yes maman đ¤đ you know Iâm protected
user oop whoâs protecting you miss maâam
user omgggg how did Charles n Alex fumble so baddd đŠđŠđ Iâve needed y/nâs cajun french baddie ass since DAY ONE đŁď¸
charles_leclerc so beautiful mon ange đ but that water is dark and might be dangerous. ta maman a raison!
see translation | your mom is right
user stopp didnât y/n break things off with them???
user2 currently losing it my fav throuple might be back đŞđŁď¸
carlossainz55 hope youâre doing well mi dulce â¤ď¸
alexandrasaintmleux yeah no this isnât happening
user carlos sweetie delete this comment while you still have hands <3
user SHEâS BACK IN LOUISIANA RAHH
user2 how did I not know she was from the middle of nowhere đ what is pierre part??
user3 how didnât you know!!! her dad literally used to hunt alligator before he died and her mom remarried and moved back to France . Her dad was cajun
user this might be a reach but yâall think she knows anybody from swamp people? Love that show đ¤Łđ¤Ł
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Alexâs leg bounced up and down nervously as her call went to voicemail for the 7th time in a row. Sheâd been calling your phone nonstop since hearing the news, anxious to know if it was true or not. It was always something that ate at her; her and Charlesâ inability to relate to your childhood in Louisiana. Theyâd grown up among a higher class than you and in foreign countries. You would just giggle and wave off her concerns, insisting that even though they couldnât understand your upbringing, that at least you could understand theirs.
âNo answer.â She muttered, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. It was a habit sheâd had as a child, one that you disapproved of and had trained out of her before you left them.
âShe left us for a swamp man.â Charles pathetically finished Alexâs thought as they sat in his car, waiting to meet some other drivers and wags at the high-end restaurant Carlos chose.
âDonât say it like that!â Alexandra turned her body towards the passenger window, âShe didnât leave usâ not in that way! I told you she was homesick!â
Your father was a Cajun man who definitely took his culture to heart, doing a lot of hunting and fishing before he passed away suddenly when you were 12. Your mother was from France originally, and she remarried a rich Frenchman whoâd ended up funding your modeling career after your success in pageantry. You moved straight to France at age 14 and found yourself in a completely different culture from how you grew up. Youâd visited France before during summers with your mother, but it wasnât home to you like Louisiana. Youâd met Alexandra when the two of you were 19, and instantly bonded. Despite only really meeting briefly, it was love at first sight on Alexâs part and she supported you all the way to when you won Miss Universe after starting out Miss Louisiana.
When Charles had come along and had the same feelings that she did for you, it felt perfect, like everything had finally come together.
âWith us is her home.â Charles replied, sucking his teeth.
âI canât evenââ Alex didnât have to finish, the two had the same thought. They canât even fathom the idea that you were with someone else.
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Daniel was practically cackling in joy while Carlos at least tried to hide his amusement by covering his face. It was no secret that most of the f1 grid was praying for you to leave Charles/Alex so they could get a chanceâ but this wasnât what they were expecting.
Bickering around the table ensued, only a few seconds before Alex was rolling her eyes with a groan and putting her face in her hands, âHe doesnât have any recent social media so I canât even stalk him.â
âSo we will just go there!â
âAnd what? Become swamp people?â Daniel was laughing so hard he was tearing up.
âCha, thatâs so ridiculous.â Alex mumbled.
âIt isâ!â Kika agreed suspiciously fast, âI just mean the split was recent, so maybe me and Pierre should visit her before you guys?â Itâd only been a few months, but that had been enough to drive Charles and Alex a bit off the rails.
Theyâd only ever been apart from you for just over two days in the last year, up until you ghosted them. Wellâ it wasnât technically ghosting when you left a note; a very brief letter in your familiar handwriting that told them you needed some space. They didnât take it as a break up, although they did panic. Their numbers werenât blocked, so they naturally took that as a good sign. This was probably because you wanted their attention since all their calls and messages were going through. The finality of it didnât hit until it reached two weeks of no-contact from you and their photos were removed from your Instagram. The public noticed and so did the rest of the grid despite Alex and Charlesâ now 3-month-long denial stage.
âle lieu s'appelle Pierre Part, yeah?â Pierre grinned and Charles sneered at him. (the place is called pierre part)
âThey might have a point,â Daniel winced with a wide grin, âI think youâll just look crazy if you show up. At least, one of us would just look like a friend who misses her, ya know?â
âNone of you are visiting our girlfriend!â Alex frowned.
âEx,â Carlos gently corrected into his fist with a cough before straightening up, âShe jusâ is homesick maybe so give her some space and she will come back in no time.â
âI knew this would happen.â Alex slumped with her chin in her hand, âcet endroit est sa maison.â (that place is her home)
âYouâve never heard âif you love something, let it goâ? If itâs meant to be, sheâll come back.â Daniel tried to reassure, but his face was almost a wince.
âWe just wanted her close to us is all! We travel so much, we didnât mean to take her away from her homeââ
But Daniel gave them a look, knowing about their behavior with you. As in love with you as they are, Alex and Charles are intense about it. Endearing on one hand for awhile, but then the jealousy got worse and they were pretty delusional about their tendencies. He could understand it honestlyâ you were lovely. He imagined heâd be in the same state as Alex and Charles if you were his and you left him. Which is why he cut them so much slack, the rest of the table too.
âI donât understand why she ran away like that!â Charles finished with a huff, running his fingers through his hair. He was starting to sweat. This felt like a cruel joke on your partâ a mean way to get their attention.
âHis ears are a little big.â Alex whispered, staring into her phone with a pout.
âet cela! regarde nos oreilles!â (and that! look at our ears!)
Pierre lost it at that; Charles pulling at his ears to make a point, âMaybe heâs just a nice guy, man!â
âWe are nice!â
âLet me see.â Carlos walked around the table to see Alexâs phone.
Sheâd googled the name of your alleged new boyfriendâ Chase Landry. He had starred on some Southern US reality show âSwamp Peopleâ; it mainly surrounded cajun alligator hunters in Louisiana. They had known you liked the show, but had never seen it themselves.
âEh,â Carlos shrugged, âhis ears arenât that big. He is a little old for her though, no? 34?â
âExactly! He is a pervert! Iâm calling her again, actually.â
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miss.y/n me and my dirty swamp man foreva đ¤đđˇđŚ
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user STOPPP SHE SAID THATâS MY MAN N IMMA STICK BY HIMMMM
user2 stfu đâ the fact that this man most likely has no idea that this is going on
user3 his brother liking her posts and filling him in
miss.y/n jokes on yâall Jacob doesnât know whatâs going on either
bellahadid beautiful lily faery and her dirty swamp bf <3
miss.y/n <3 literally
user BELLAâď¸
arthur_leclerc beautiful view of the water, ma sĹur!
see translation | my sister
user THEY SENT Y/NS FAVORITE LECLERC BROTHER IN TO PLAY DAMAGE CONTROL
user2 not âmy sisterâ đđđ leclercs let her go challenge
user y/nâs harem coming to her defense like the mighty morphin power rangers đđđ¤Ł
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this is part 1 of perhaps 3. I plan on making part 2 much longer and more writing than social media like this one, just for some balanceee
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Them watching you get ready <3
Slytherin boys x reader fluff headcanons (warning:delulu asf)
the collage isnât the best, but at least you have all 6 faces now
Itâs date-night, but you seem to be taking quite some time to get readyâŚ
Tom Riddle:
Letâs be honest for a second and admit that if you were taking your sweet sweet time, heâd curse at you because everything has to go according to his schedule (i even doubt that heâd do the whole âdate-nightâ thing, but thatâs a separate issue)
Heâd turn more impatient by the second and barge into your dorm/bathroom without knocking
Tom would rush you so badly and keep telling you to hurry up while rolling his eyes
While youâre doing your makeup heâd pick up each product with disgust and tell you that you look just fine
When you tell him that you need more time, he tells you that there wouldnât be a date anymore if you didnât follow him, besides heâd lecture you on your poor time management
Eventually he drags you out with him and dryly compliments you like âsee, i told you you look goodâ (but innerly he enjoyed that you put in effort and wanted to look good for him, even if it took some time)
Mattheo Riddle:
He wouldnât rush you when you tell him you need more time, instead heâd take advantage of watching you get ready
When you choose your clothes, heâd encourage you to do a little fashion show for him and he would tell you that you looked perfect in every single one
He would tell you to choose a short and tight dress though, we all know why ;)
During make-up he is totally one of those guys who say âitâs all the same shadeâ, and in reality itâs like maroon and bright red
As a joke heâd also apply some of the products, but wipe them off immediately because he feels too emasculated
When you ask him if you could do make-up on him some day heâd simply reply âsure, but then i would get to do whatever i want with youâ
Draco Malfoy:
When you offer him to watch you get ready, since you still arenât done, he immediately accepts
Draco totally loves seeing you get ready too because during your relationship he has spoiled you so much that half your closet/vanity is basically from him
Since he grew up close to his mother, he has actually spent a lot of time in his childhood going to barbers/salons/boutiques with her
So from that he has gained excellent taste, even helps you with styling your hair, and helps you pick out accessories
He knows how long this stuff can take, so he just takes the time to make you feel beautiful and confident, showering you with compliments and pecks âyou look so good in the things i buy you darlingâ/âyou are always so gorgeous and sexyâ
Theodore Nott:
He wouldnât mind that you were not on time, the date started the second he saw you, so you getting ready was just time that you could spend together too
You are afraid it takes away the surprise factor at first, but itâs not a big deal to him
When you start to change into different outfits, heâs always there to help you undress/unzip the dresses, taking the opportunity to smoothly move his hands down your body
That would just eventually turn into a makeout session though, you just couldnât resist when he was being that touchy and ravishing too
It takes quite some time for you to actually get ready in the end because he always distracts you in the process, but in the end you would both have had a fun time
Blaise Zabini:
Heâd be quite chill and sit on your bed when you tell him to wait, just watching you get ready at your vanity
He would maybe be a little bit annoyingâasking you every three seconds if you were ready to go, and he would say âyou literally look the same as always, whatâs the point of all thisâ
Eventually he liked watching you more and more though, notice the difference, and carefully pay attention to everything you did
Heâd learn to appreciate both your natural and âfull-glamâ beauty and just observe you with interest
As soon as you were done heâd immediately kiss you (ruining your lip-combo sadly) and his lips would be stained, and heâd be smiling, fascinated by your beauty
Lorenzo Berkshire:
When you tell him to wait outside, heâd respect that at first, but would grow impatient eventually
So, he goes up to you and tells you that he would like to be a part of the process
Opposite to Mattheo, heâd actually be down to you putting make-up on his face for fun (heâs fully convinced that he could pull anyone with or without makeup)
To be honest, he didnât care much about what you put on because you looked hot in his eyes either way, but he knew the more interested he acted the more appreciative youâd be
Looking at you with puppy-eyes at all times is his specialty, and when youâre finally done he looks at you like youâre an angel fallen from heaven
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leon kennedy x reader
synopsis: he's getting older, and he knows that. not believing in luck or in love, leon finds himself in a position of complete misfortune. he convinced himself he's not worthy of love, but that changes when he meets you.
warnings: angst with fluff ending, age gap, leon is very insecure about his age and the reader. strangers to lovers, mentions of smut, ptsd, alcoholism, depression, suicidal thoughts. reader is very delicate, kind, and patient. there's parts from the vendetta book and a few scenes from re6. it starts with re6!leon and ends with di!leon
word count: 15k
a/n: guess who's back? to celebrate the 1 year re4r anniversary, I decided to post this one shot I was working for almost two months. I'm into my angst era again. also i wrote this based on this analysis i read, which made me think about the broken part of leon for a while, also this fic contains part of the vendetta book. feel free to leave comments, reblogs, tips, or positive critics. they're always very welcome â¤ď¸
I. THE WEIGHT ON HIS SHOULDERS
Life can be a bitch sometimes.
This is what he says to himself when he finishes another bottle of whiskey. Every day, when he opens his eyes, he tries to stay positive, hoping his day will be different from his usual schedule; in the end, it is always the same bullshit. Over and over again. No apparent ending; always his solitude.Â
But someday it must end, right? He canât be fighting B.O.W.'s for the rest of his life, can he? Maybe someday heâll finally settle down and have a peaceful day. Maybe, on this day, his nightmares will stop, and if heâs lucky, heâll sleep for the entire night. No one can blame him for dreaming of a perfect life, and no one can take this from him.Â
The government made him their slave, their deadly pet that follows and obeys every rule and command, and forced him to risk his neck almost every week to keep their country safe. What a bunch of assholes, he thinks to himself. Thing is, Leon hates himself for what he was forced to become.Â
There is so much pain. So much suffering. He only wanted to be a cop â nothing more than that. He wanted to deal with simple things â not bioterrorists ready to blow up the entire world, not grotesque mutations that defy the natural order of things. Certainly, if he had a choice to go back and change that night, he wouldnât go to Raccoon City. He would've stayed in his cheap hotel room; he would have obeyed Marvinâs orders to not go in there.Â
But now heâs something else. The rookie cop who had to survive that night died. He canât even recognize himself anymore, and sometimes, he blames himself for it. No more than he blames the government for it; if he could go backâŚÂ
His days are filled with this emptiness â the sensation that he might never see his happy ending. Ada? Yeah, sure. He knows he canât trust her, and God knows where she is or what sheâs doing. He was so naive to fall for her like he did. While on his free day out of the office, he finds himself with a certain envy of happy couples. He canât stop thinking: why canât he have the same? Why canât he be happy for once?
Getting older sucks. At this point, Leon thinks and has already convinced himself that he doesnât belong to anyone and that he wonât be able to have someone. To experience love and being loved, he wants to be wanted. Heâs getting older and still doesn't have anyone by his side. Thatâs the price he pays for having this life, and he still blames the government for taking it from him. He doesnât remember the last time he actually felt something for someone, and at this moment of his life, it doesnât matter to him anymore. Leon had already accepted the fact that he'd die alone. Maybe heâll get a cat to keep him company. Since heâs not much of a dog person since Raccoon City, maybe heâll name her a cute name; who knows? Thatâs probably the closest heâll get to having something waiting for him at home.Â
Leon doesnât remember the last time he actually felt happy. Since Raccoon City, he doesn't know what happiness means, and sometimes, on very rare occasions, he envies people around him. He feels like his entire life has no purpose and no meaning, and heâs completely faded to emptiness, to a sad existence based on killing bioweapons and serving his country. Does he feel proud about it? No, he doesnât.Â
Itâs been a very long time since Leon felt pride. That feeling died and is now buried in the remains of Raccoon City, inside that police station where his life turned upside down. Now heâs only an empty shell of what he used to be. Heâs rotting inside, craving something he knows he canât have, and thereâs nothing but a void inside him, consuming every inch of him.Â
After serving his country for years, he started to get used to the idea that maybe he wasnât made for a happy ending, and he shouldnât bother with such things. He canât afford the luxury of being with someone, because it means being vulnerable, and it also means he would have to open himself to things he swore he would never feel again. No, thank you.Â
Things at work arenât exactly the best, either. Years ago, Leon started to question himself about whether the government cared about their people, especially the ones he had to kill in order to save others. Leon couldnât forget what happened in Spain â the entire village he was forced to end so he wouldnât die. Perhaps they couldâve saved them; possibly they couldâve had a chance; maybe if⌠and this is where he dozes off thinking about the infinite possibilities.Â
After what happened in Raccoon City, Leon knew he had lost faith. He knew things would never be the same after everything he saw that day. Sometimes, he finds himself thinking about Annette and William Birkin. He feels his body shivering when he remembers he had to fight for his life, clinging to something bigger than him. Survival.Â
II. RINSE AND REPEAT
He has no social skills, and doesn't know how to interact with people anymore. It all feels weird and uncomfortable, and it makes him feel terrible. Sometimes he feels like heâs stuck in time and canât have a proper conversation with someone normal. The worst part of his life is that he feels heâs carrying a weight on his shoulders that it wasnât supposed to be his in the first place. He has the weight of the world with him, and there is no one to help him through it. Life made him depressed, cold and distant. Life has built him this way; he's shaped himself into something heâs not, and he canât find himself. Heâs lost.Â
Leon canât stop having nightmares about Raccoon City.
At this point, he just accepted that they wouldn't go away. It feels like heâs trapped inside his own mind, and thereâs no turning back. Sometimes at night, he keeps looking at his ceiling imagining a different life, where he was a cop and happy. Usually, his nightmares are so dark and deep that when he wakes up, he finds solace in the sunlight, feeling relieved that he survived another night. When he doesn't sleep, when heâs too scared to close his eyes, he cries quietly, protected by the walls of his room, searching for assurance and a promise that everything will be fine. It doesnât always work, but now he knows he can control his fears, and somehow, it helps him feel safe.
This time, his mission nearly got him killed. His entire body was full of bruises and wounds, and every part of him hurt. He felt his body swallowing a little, and he felt terrible again. He has blood under his nails, and he washes himself at least three times to make sure thereâs nothing more on him than the burden of being a slave for the government.
Leon is paranoid; he canât stand the fact that he has blood on his hands. If he sees a spot, heâll clean it until thereâs nothing left, and maybe heâs now too obsessed with the idea of being clean. It makes him feel sick to the bones, because he knows what he does and what it means. He knows that this guilt wonât be washed away like the blood on his hands, and certainly wonât get away from his head like it does from his clothes whenever he launders them. Itâs a pretty shitty routine, but heâs used to it.Â
Now he finds himself in a very dark place; he canât eat without feeling guilty. He canât do the basics of his chores because he canât stop thinking about his life, regretting every decision he made. Everything he does seems mechanical, like heâs repeating the process over and over again, a perfect killing machine that has no one to care about. On Fridays, he finds himself sitting on his couch, in complete silence, holding an empty bottle. He knows he canât drown himself in alcohol, no matter how much he wants it or how tempting it sounds, because the liquid doesnât affect him anymore. It doesn't make the pain go away or silence the horrors he saw during his life.Â
After three weeks inside his house, locked inside his room, Leon woke up with a strange feeling inside his chest. Something was telling him that this day would be different, like a big change would happen. For the first time in weeks, he decided to leave his place for a simple walk. He could do that; he could walk into the market and buy some real food or maybe get a haircut. He felt that he was able to allow himself to have an ordinary day.Â
After taking a long shower, Leon decided to wear cozy and comfortable clothes. He was so used to his brutal routine that he almost forgot what it was like to have a normal day, but this time, he was willing to try something different. He took a deep breath before leaving his house, and when he felt the soft, cold breeze reaching his skin, he knew he could do that.
Step by step, Leon found himself walking towards the market, even enjoying the lovely view he had from his neighborhood. He doesnât remember it to be so⌠gray. Sure, he knows what winter is, but he doesnât remember the last time he actually stayed at his home during the winter. His lips turn into a small smirk, and he thinks how silly he is. When he reaches the small market, which is more of a store, he walks slowly, looking at what he might be buying - heâs done with frozen food. He stops at the veggie section and keeps looking at it, confused.Â
âThese arenât freshâ a sweet voice is enough to wake him up from his trance. He looks in that direction, and all he sees is you.
âHow can you tell that?â he asks you in visible confusion, which makes you smile. And that smile was enough to sparkle something oddly inside him.Â
âColor, smell, texture,â you explained, still smiling and showing him a fresh vegetable. âThis one is fresh."
"Thanks,â Leon replied awkwardly, taking the vegetable from your hand and placing it in his basket.
âYou donât come here very often. I know almost everyone who comes to buy food here,â you said next, glancing at him with curiosity.Â
âI⌠have a busy schedule,â he says, still sounding awkward.
âReally? Well, you should definitely take some time to buy healthy food. Iâm pretty sure you do a lot of workouts to keep your body in shapeâ you giggle, noticing the size of his muscles, which makes his face turn red.
âIâll keep that in mindâ Leon managed to say, although he wanted to dissipate from Earth.
âI can help with thatâ you suddenly said, analyzing him more carefully.
âWith what?â Leon frowned, already feeling his heart beating ten times faster.
âI noticed youâre having difficulty with your right arm, which makes me think you got it hurt. If youâre planning to buy more, I can help with your bagsâ you offered, very polite and kind, catching him by surprise.Â
âThanksâ Leon says, finding himself smiling, which is unusual.Â
At first, having some company after so much time alone made him think it was strange. He wasnât feeling ready to have a small conversation, but you didnât seem bothered. In fact, you were enjoying walking to this stranger's house in complete silence. Fifteen minutes later, you were in front of his house in an awkward silence between the two of you.Â
âI guess this is itâ you smiled at him, and Leon found himself lost in your smile.Â
âYeah. Thank youâ he said for the fifth time, which made you giggle a little.Â
âAnything for a customerâ you said to him, giving him his bags. âMy parents are the owners, soâŚâ
âYou donât seem too oldâ he said, and after a second, he felt more weird. âI meanâŚâ
âNah, itâs ok. This isnât the first time people say I'm younger than I lookâ. You smiled again, thinking that this old man was very silly and cute. âIâm 25, donât worryâ
âIâm Leon, by the wayâ He finally says his name to you, stretching his hand in a very educated way.
âNice to meet you, Leonâ you said before shaking his hand.Â
Leon took at least three weeks to return to the market.Â
His initial thoughts about you were that he definitely felt weird in your presence. Maybe he felt that way because of his lack of social skills and because he really sucks when the subject is social conversation. He caught himself thinking too hard about the visual and evident contrast between the two of you; you were young, bright and smart, with a great future ahead of you, and plus, you came from a loving family. Leon, on the other hand, was an orphan used and abused by the government, their pet and a man who only knew pain and brutality.Â
However, you were the first friendly face he saw after years. The way you were smiling and giggling at his awkward answers, it definitely made him feel something he thought he would never feel again. It was like you found the rookie cop inside him, and despite the fact that he barely said something, he felt normal around you. And that was more than enough. How could it happen so fast?Â
âHow can I help you?â you said before noticing it was him. âOh, hiâÂ
âHiâ Leon is welcomed by that smile of yours. âI⌠umâŚâ
âYou came to buy more veggies?â you ask, still smiling at him. You think itâs cute to see him without any words.Â
âNo⌠I just came because Iâm looking for food seasoningâ Leon said, his face slightly turning red. âIâm trying new recipes, soâŚâÂ
âYeah? What have you been trying?â you ask with sudden enthusiasm, leading him to the part with seasonings.Â
âNothing too riskyâ he answers vaguely, following you closely.
âWhat kind of seasonings do you like?â You turn back to face him as you show him the shelves with different types of seasonings.Â
âIâm more into spicy flavorsâ Leon tells you, his attention going to the shelves.Â
âIt suits youâ you said, giving him some space. You saw him smiling again.Â
"How does spicy seasoning suit me?â he asks with a hint of curiosity.Â
âYou might think Iâm weird, but⌠seeing from outside, you look like someone with a rough agenda and, apparently, whatever you do is dangerous. Personally, I think you suit perfectly spicy thingsâ you said, hoping it would make sense.Â
âI think I got your point,â Leon said, and then he found himself smiling for the second time.Â
âLucky me, right?â you laugh, walking back to the cashier. âIs this all for today?â
âYeah, I guess it is,â Leon nods, grabbing his wallet to pay for the seasonings.Â
âHowâs your arm?â you ask, taking his money and counting it.Â
âIt's better. I had to take a few painkillers, but itâs definitely betterâ he said, avoiding you for a few moments.Â
âThatâs great. I know a few herbs to help with the painâ you said, giving him the change from his purchase.Â
âHow so?â Leon asks with another hint of curiosity.Â
âA great sorcerer doesnât reveal her secretsâ you wink playfully at him. âYou need to earn that, soldierâÂ
âAnd how could I earn your secrets, great sorcerer?â Leon asks, enjoying your playful mood.Â
âMaybe you can invite me for dinner and show me your cooking skillsâ you shake your shoulders and, for the second time, catching him by surprise.Â
âYou would love that, wouldn't you?â Leon said, and a slight smirk appeared on his lips.Â
âWho knows?â You wink playfully at him, with another suggestive smile on your lips.Â
The world has gone to hell, Leon thinks to himself.Â
He starts to contemplate everything that has happened to him. When did this madness begin? It was back in Raccoon City? Oh, no. It is way older than that. Maybe his collapse started when his family died, and he was left an orphan; what happened in Raccoon City wasnât really the beginning of his nightmare. It was the cherry on top of the torments that would become his life.Â
Now that heâs coming back home from another mission, he canât stop thinking how his life couldâve been if Umbrella had never happened. If those bioweapons were never created, defying every natural order. He looks outside his window, and he just canât stop blaming himself for Tall Oaks.Â
What has become of this world? Leon thinks. Where did I go wrong?Â
His life is an entire mistake. It just goes on and on. His family first, then Raccoon City. Tricell, Los Illuminados, Uroboros and, finally, that nightmare at Tall Oaks. Leon takes a deep breath. He feels his hands shaking and closes his eyes, forcing himself to forget. How silly he is!
The future is a hell thatâs only getting worse.Â
III. THE PAIN OF REMEMBERING
You weren't expecting Leon to find the note with your number that you left on his seasonings, the same way you weren't expecting him to call you.
However, something about him got your attention the minute he stepped foot inside the store. He wasn't like anything you had seen before; he was definitely something else.Â
After almost four weeks since the last time you saw him, you got a call from an unknown number. It was pretty late at night, but your curiosity won the battle within you, and you had to pick up the phone. With a groggy voice of sleep, you saw the number and frowned.
âHello?â You ask, followed by a big yawning. It was one in the morning.Â
âHi⌠um, it's Leonâ he says with some urgency, to which you jump from your bed. âI'm sorry to wake you upâÂ
âNo, don't worry. I wasn't sleepingâ you lied, forcing yourself not to yawn again.Â
âI know it's late, but⌠I was thinking about that dinnerâŚâ he says, sounding somehow hopeful. âMaybe you could come later and⌠talk?âÂ
âYeah, sure. Can you pick me up?â You ask him, and a smile appears on your lips as you answer him.Â
âOf course. At seven?âÂ
âAt seven, it is,â you smiled again.Â
As soon as the call ended, he was in complete shock. For some reason, Leon felt you wouldnât accept his invitation, especially after being alone for so long. His heart was beating faster inside his chest, and he had to remind himself that it was just a casual date between⌠two friends? Could you possibly be his friend?Â
Leon felt anxious, something he only felt when he was on his missions.Â
Suddenly, the mere thought of having you at his home with him sounded terrifying. He felt like it would end in a complete disaster, and you wouldnât see him ever again. Then, Leon had to stop and calm himself down, knowing it was his trauma trying to get the best of him. After everything he went through in his life, being able to trust someone proved to be a difficult task. He felt scared, and his mind was racing with thousands of different thoughts, each worse than the other.Â
Betrayal is the word that defines Leon.Â
He was betrayed before and multiple times, which left him with a lot of insecurities and traumas to the point he feels that he canât trust anyone, which led to another set of insecurities. Leon feels that he isnât enough anymore, that he canât provide the proper attention someone might need from him, and that he canât be in a relationship because of his problems. The truth is, he canât be in a relationship until he leaves his trauma behind, and he knows it. Thatâs the easy part, but the hard one is how to let it go.Â
Later that day, Leon finally had the courage to clean his house. He needed some motivation to get rid of his depression, and nothing was better than finally allowing himself to have some company besides his solitude. His house smelled pretty good, everything was clean, and his furniture was even shining. He opened the curtains, and the sunlight entered his living room. He took a deep breath with the fresh air that came inside, and smiled, feeling somehow proud and happy.Â
At seven, you were waiting outside the store, scrolling through your phone, when you saw Leon approaching on his motorcycle. You were gorgeous, wearing a beautiful dress and covered by a black leather jacket â the perfect contrast that suited you well. Leon was completely mesmerized by the sight of you - so beautiful, he thought.Â
âHey, thereâ you waved at him as he parked next to you.Â
âHi,â Leon replies, sounding embarrassed. âYou look beautifulâ
âYou too, handsomeâ you said playfully, taking the helmet from his hand and sitting behind him, your hands holding him tight. You didnât notice the small blush on his cheeks.Â
"Are you okay back there?â Leon asks you, making sure you were fine before starting the engines.Â
âYeah, Iâm fineâ you said, nodding your head, and smiling when he started to drive his bike to his place.Â
You two didnât take long enough to reach his place. Leon offered you his hand so you had support to get out of his bike, and he even opened the front door for you. He led you inside his house, and everything inside was enough to show you the kind of man he was; his home was big, but simple. He had a lot of comfort there, but it seemed like he didn't spend much time at his place. You saw some photos at the fireplace, a few when he was younger, at some training camp with his possible friends.Â
âHow old were you when you took these?â you asked him with curiosity.Â
âI was twenty-oneâ he said, grabbing the wine and the glasses.Â
âSo youngâ you whispered, noticing that in some pictures, he was sad.Â
Leon took another deep breath. Why did this have to be so difficult? Why couldnât he be just normal for once? Why did everything have to happen to him? You were standing there, so gracefully, observing his old photographs, so young and full of life, with no baggage with you. Someone actually happy and alive. If you knew how much he envies this.Â
âPeople say that our eyes are the windows to our soulâ you turn to face him, noticing his sudden silence. âYours are so sad and broken⌠what happened to your neck?â
Instinctively, his hand reaches his neck, and Leon feels the bandage perfectly secured on his skin, with a small spot of blood. Gladly, it was enough to change the subject, because he was shocked enough by what you said about his broken soul. If you only knew.Â
âI, um⌠got hurt on my job. Itâs nothing.â Leon tries to avoid speaking about his past.Â
âIt seems pretty badâ you step closer to him, your hand gently touching his bandage.Â
âItâs nothing⌠trust meâ Leon smiles weakly, looking down. His heart is beating so fast inside his chest that he could explode any time. âIâm fineâÂ
âThen explain why you are so nervous around meâ you whispered, now softly touching his cheek.Â
Leon felt he stopped breathing, like his lungs decided to leave him alone and deal with the matter himself; how powerful your touch felt. It was enough to break every wall he built around himself for years; it was enough to make him break. And it was only a soft and kind touch. He slowly closed his eyes, his breath becoming normal again, and he allowed himself to just feel it.Â
âI donât know what on earth happened to youâŚâ your voice is full of kindness as you speak, now seeing him hold your hand as you keep touching his cheek. âBut Iâm always here if you decide to talkâÂ
Leon was reaching his breaking point.Â
He was used to being a slave, always using his body, mind and soul to provide safety for the others without them knowing one damn thing about it; he was used to always being alone, to the point that kindness was a strange feeling, almost not existing at all and that he didnât deserve it. But here you are.Â
âIt hurts to remember,â he confessed, his voice a low whisper. âI tried to forget it, but I canâtâÂ
When he felt you wrapping your arms around his body and your warmth embracing him, Leon felt his eyes getting wet. He was so deeply touch starved, craving something so human, that when he got it, he knew he was going to break. His mind was racing, and his body was trying to process the feeling and react in the proper way. He felt so many emotions at once that he thought he was going insane.Â
âPlease, keep holding meâ Leon begs, his arms finding their way through your back as he hugs you back. âBecause I know Iâll fall if you let me goâÂ
After that night, it took almost two months until Leon decided to show up at the store to see you again. He felt nervous, but at this point, he realized that, for some reason, he couldnât stay away from you; he felt that you had some type of magnetism enough to keep him close, which made him feel comfortable, something he hadn't felt in a while.Â
However, before he went to the store to see you, he needed courage. Leon thought you would be upset with him after being ghosted for almost two months, although he felt responsible for it, since he never told you the nature of his job or why he was so absent. Sadly, Leon was again in a spiral of sadness and depression. His last mission was a disaster, and Leon knew he had no control over his feelings again. He was sitting on his bed, contemplating the bottle in his hands. The curtains were closed, and the atmosphere inside his room was darker. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, and then, heâs there again.Â
June 29, 2013. Tall Oaks, USA
âIt might create more problems than it solvesâŚâ the voice of the president echoes inside his head as he points his gun towards the said person.
Leon doesn't recognize the man in front of him, or what he used to be. He keeps his gun raised, his grasp around the trigger getting tight by the second he makes his decision. His voice comes and goes, creating a tense atmosphere around him.Â
âBio-organic weapons are a global threat and we are partly to blameâŚâ Benford said once to Leon when he expressed his desire to expose the truth about the Raccoon City Incident. He looks at the living corpse in front of him. Tick tack. He knows what he needs to do. âIâve always valued your friendship, Leon⌠Itâs time to take responsibility and end this messâÂ
He shakes his head, somehow returning to his reality.Â
âStay right where you are!â Leon said, his voice sounding cracked and angry. The corpse starts walking towards him and as a reflex, his grip gets more tight. âMr. President!âÂ
The zombie starts walking towards him and the woman next to him. He hesitates for a moment, unsure and sure about what he needs to do. Every part of him screams and begs, trying to find a solution. He knows itâs too late. He canât save the president, he canât save anyone.Â
âDonât make me do thisâ Leon gritted his teeth, trying to find any reason to avoid what needed to be done. It happens fast. Adam Benford, the former president of the United States and now a corpse, throws himself towards her. âAdam!â Leon screams.
He pulls the trigger.Â
And thereâs only blood.Â
He gets out of his thoughts when he hears someone knocking on his front door. It doesn't take too long for him to finally stand up and see whoâs there, and, inside his mind, heâs already preparing himself to tell this person to leave him alone, but his entire demeanor changes when he opens the door, and all he sees there is you.Â
âYouâre backâ you smiled warmly at him, your cheeks red because of the cold temperature. âI wasnât sure you were homeâÂ
âWhat are you doing here?â Leonâs first question isn't as welcome as you thought it would be.Â
âA friend canât see a friend?â you answered simply, and the smile never left your lips.Â
âIâm sorryâ he sighs, giving you space to enter his place. âI didnât mean to be rudeâÂ
âDonât worryâ you said, removing your scarf and hat. âAre you ok?â
âIâm fine, I guessâ Leon nods slowly, and you notice heâs not entirely well.Â
âBreakfast?â you ask him, wanting to confirm your suspicions, and he nods quietly.Â
You had difficulty finding yourself inside his place, since youâve been there only once. You notice that heâs quiet, and despite that fact, which is completely normal for him, you know that thereâs something wrong. So, you decided to go simple with his breakfast. Almost forty minutes later, you came back with a plate full of pancakes, crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and some orange juice.Â
He leisurely used his knife and fork to eat the food you made. The careful manner in which he ate wasnât due to his cautious nature, but rather because he had a terrible hangover that messed with his coordination, and rushing could easily lead to a slip of the hand and his shaking. Leon was a pretty man, and he could easily take on leading roles in Hollywood blockbusters. However, he currently sported a scruffy beard, exuded a weary atmosphere, and radiated fatigue and discontent.Â
âI think I reached rock bottom,â Leon finally says, but he avoids your gaze at all costs.Â
âThen Iâll help you get out of thereâ you said with kindness, your pinky finger interlocking with his.Â
IV. GRIEF AND BARGAINÂ
The path to healing isnât always easy, and now Leon is aware of that.Â
The year is now 2014 and heâs struggling to forget what happened a year ago. Sometimes, when his mind is quiet, he starts to wonder. Is it possible that there could have been a world without Umbrella and zombies? Leon scoffed and shook off his sweet dreams. A world without zombies? That's something from a long time ago. The future is only going to become a worse hell. Then, he has to remind himself about the great things he has in life. You are one of these things.
Although he has your support, he knows that heâll only get better walking this path by himself. The winter deciduous forest looked like branches made of human bones. A mixed forest with a walking path spread out. This is a high-end residential area in Bethesda, Maryland, where congressmen and bureaucrats commuting to Washington spend their nights. In the depths of a thicket, there was a slightly open gentle sloping area where the desired building was located. It was a designer house filled with a sense of openness, with all outer walls covered in glass, and it appeared like a model intended to showcase beautiful scenery rather than a place for people to live in.Â
The luxury was excessive to the point where it seemed somewhat like a toy. Leon had hidden himself in the thicket away from the road and was monitoring the designer house through binoculars with night vision capabilities. It was an unacknowledged fact, but a traitor to the country was living in this mansion. Senator Steven Air, who had sold information to a bioterrorist organization, was one of many government officials who had been involved in the incident in Tall Oaks where the President became a victim of B.O.W. Simmons, the President's aide, was among those who betrayed the government. And Leon still blames himself for what happened that night.Â
Currently, fifteen members of the Division of Security Operations (DSO) and two stealth drones have surrounded Steven's mansion. It was necessary to capture him and extract plenty of information before bringing him to trial. According to reports from aerial surveillance, Steven was on his way home by car from Washington. The distance from the White House to Bethesda was approximately twelve kilometers, and it would take about thirty minutes if he drove fast. Leon shifted his focus to his shoulder holster with a handgun. Of course, capturing him alive was best, but there was no hesitation in shooting the traitor if he resisted.
Leon suddenly remembers. This is Bethesda. The name is derived from the Bible. From the Gospel of Johnâ
âNow there is in Jerusalem near the Sheep Gate a pool, which in Aramaic is called Bethesda and which is surrounded by five covered colonnades. Here a great number of disabled people used to lie â the blind, the lame, the paralyzed. One who was there had been an invalid for thirty-eight years."
Jesus healed the man who had been sick for 38 years. God's love and His miracles. Bravo. That's exactly what this world needs in this hell.
"Target approaching."
As he thinks about the Bible, a communication comes through his earpiece. It's a report from the overhead surveillance team flying a drone. A roadway that weaves through a grove of mixed trees was approached by Stephen's white Porsche, an elegant luxury car resembling a graceful white swan. Perhaps dozens, hundreds of people may have died to buy that car. Such is the life of a villain.
"Visual on the target vehicle. Secure upon my GO signal," Leon whispered into his radio microphone. Both the earphones and microphone were of a bone conduction type that excelled in noise resistance. It converts vocal cord vibrations transmitted through the skull directly into voice signals. It was a perfect gadget for special operations where one couldn't make loud noises or miss instructions in the midst of noise.Â
The Porsche approached the garage.Â
"GO," Leon said sharply.Â
At that moment, two SUVs that had been hiding in a blind spot by the roadway started their engines like barking dogs and closed in on the Porsche at tremendous speed, trapping it in a pincer movement as planned. The driver of the Porsche was Stephen's secretary, with a bodyguard in the passenger seat and Stephen himself in the back seat.Â
Suddenly trapped from the front and back, they were thrown into confusion. Leon wondered â would the bodyguard or secretary resist? There was no doubt that they were carrying guns. He didn't want to give them unnecessary visibility, but he would deal with it when the time came. The agents jumped out of the trees. In the next moment, Stephen's Porsche exploded.Â
A deafening roar and shock. The high-performance explosive device planted under the car's body lifted the Porsche several meters off the ground, engulfing it in flames. And caught up in it, the DSO's SUVs overturned as well. The window glass of all the cars shattered into tiny pieces, the car bodies twisted and burned the people inside. All six agents from the team on foot, including Leon himself, were blown backwards by the force of the blast. Leon still thinks like heâs floating in the air, an eerie feeling of weightlessness that ended when he felt his body slamming against a tree trunk. In those fleeting moments, his consciousness waned, and it was the closest he had come to death.
Yet, it seemed the Grim Reaper was not yet ready to claim him.Â
Pain, intense and searing, jolted Leonâs awareness back to life, a grunt of pain escaping his lips. Leon struggled to his feet, and he threw up, retching repeatedly. His consciousness ebbed and flowed like waves, and he knew that rest was essential. Leon suspected that his ribs and collarbone were either fractured or cracked, but, fortunately, his arms and legs remained unbroken. Gritting his teeth, he managed to force his dislocated left shoulder joint back into place, enduring the excruciating pain, as he tried to work out which way was up.Â
There are bruises littered across his skin, scratches and abrasions where the bark of the tree tore his flesh. The shock of the explosion and the fear of death⌠an unpleasant feeling of internal organs turning over welled up. No matter how many times he experienced it, he could never get used to the terror of a close-range explosion. The air was knocked from his lungs; his breathing temporarily stopped; his eardrums were about to burst; and his knees were weak. He can barely stand. Leon finally sits up, willing his agent training to give him a sense of urgency even though his body is screaming in agony. The stench of gasoline fills the air, but Leon can barely smell it. His sense of smell and hearing are both almost gone. What the hell happened? Leon asked himself in front of the burning Porsche.
He feels paralyzed.Â
It was three in the morning when your phone started to ring.Â
It was an unknown number, and you had to fight the necessity of hanging up; something inside you told you to pick up the call, which you did. It was Leon, and the way his voice sounded on the phone made you aware that something bad had happened. Terrible, nonetheless. You drove to his location, and you found yourself shocked when you found smoke, fire and the smell of gasoline among a lot of government agents and military personnel. You found Leon sitting in the back of an ambulance, his body covered by a blanket, as he was examined by a paramedic. Not only that, but you had credentials to enter that isolated area, and the way those agents were rushing from one side to the other, talking on their phones, made it clear that someone important had died. You made your way towards Leon, not daring to look around, and when you reached him, you saw tears in his eyes. You hugged him tight, like you were holding the world in your hands.Â
âItâs ok, I got youâ you said to him, your words full of assurance and kindness.Â
Leon refused to be taken to the hospital; instead, he asked you to drive him back home, since he felt he couldnât do it on his own. The ride back to his place was silent, and you decided to respect his space, although you saw him trying to find solace in something real. He couldnât stop playing with his finger, showing an elevated level of stress and anxiety. You have never seen him like this before.Â
âCan you stay?â Leon suddenly asked when you pulled over in front of his house. âI⌠donât want to be aloneâÂ
âYeah, sureâ you nodded, noticing how vulnerable he was, which was odd.Â
You heard him groaning in pain once he got out of your car, but he refused your help, insisting he was fine. Knowing him well at this point, you gently held his hand, offering nothing but your support, and Leon quietly appreciated your effort. You helped him sit on his couch and heard him mutter something only he could understand. Judging by the look on his face and the way his hands were still shaking, you knew he was in shock.Â
âDo you have any first aid kits or something?â you asked him, hoping you would gain his attention.Â
âIâm fineâ Leon replies, his eyes fixated on his shaky hands. You sat next to him, holding his hands and scratching his skin softly.Â
âItâs ok not to be okay." Your voice is almost a whisper as you look into his blue eyes. âYou donât have to be tough all the timeâÂ
You saw him reach the breaking point.Â
Feeling embraced by your kindness and safety, Leon finally allowed himself to feel his emotions â the same ones he fought hard to bury deep inside him â in the same place he swore he would never visit again. In the cozy atmosphere of his living room, having nothing but you as solace, the brunette agent gave himself a break, and when he did that, his eyes started to get watery.
After Raccoon City, Leon shut himself up so he wouldnât be hurt ever again. He used to keep his emotions contained; he used to not think of them. He kept everything bottled up, because he knew he couldnât handle it. Leon was so traumatized that the way he dealt with his feelings was to pretend they didnât exist, in the first place. After Spain, it got worse. Nightmares after nightmares, the paranoia of still being infected with Las Plagas, everything that came after this.Â
But here you are, telling him that it is ok not to be okay, that he doesnât have to be tough, and that it is okay to feel and to be vulnerable. He couldnât stop sobbing; his hands were still shaking, but he didn't even care about this at the moment. Gently, you started to play with his hair, your fingers slowly going up and down on his head, providing comfort and care â exactly what heâs been missing his entire life.Â
âI lost them allâ Leon started to say through sobs. âI saw them deadâÂ
âIt wasnât your faultâ you assured him with calm words.Â
âI failed them," he says as he looks at you, his blue eyes shining with tears as they fall through his skin.Â
âThatâs not true. You didnât know the car was about to explode or whatever happened thereâ You tried to calm him down.Â
âWe were watching him; it was my responsibility to make sure they would be safe⌠it was my job to ensure thatâ Leon sobs again, and you can see heâs struggling to breathe due to his anxiety attack.Â
âListen, youâre too nervous right now. Come on, take a deep breath with meâ you said, hoping he would listen and cope.Â
Leon nods between sobs and takes several deep breaths to try to calm himself down. You took a glass of water and gave it to him, then you took his hand into yours, whispering words of assurance and kindness. You decided to put him to rest, and it wasnât necessary to drag Leon into his bed; the moment you step foot inside his room, you can see how severe his depression is. Successfully, you were able to lay him down and remove at least his boots. Leon curled into his blankets and muffled his sobs with his pillows.Â
âDo you want me to stay here until you fall asleep?â you ask, sitting on his bed with him, moving his hair from his eyes. He nodded silently.Â
Slowly, his sobs turned into sniffs, and Leon finally fell asleep. It took almost an hour to calm him down completely, but now he was safe and sound into a peaceful slumber, or what appears to be. You donât recall exactly when you fell asleep on his bed, but you certainly remember when you woke up to the sound of his screams. Leon never told you about his nightmares, and you werenât expecting that. His chest was drenched in sweat, and he seemed like he couldnât breathe. His eyes were filled with fear, and he was shaking head to toe.Â
âFuckâ Leon mutters, his hand running through his hair.Â
âWhat happened?â you ask him after turning the lights on.Â
âJust a nightmareâŚâ he whispers, trying to calm down again.Â
âHow frequent are they?â It was a bold question, but you needed to know.Â
âEvery nightâ Leon ignores your glance, focusing on his shaky hands again.Â
âHere, drink itâ you give him a glass of water with sugar to calm his nerves. You already had that glass with you the moment you went with him to his room.Â
âDo you even like me?â Leon suddenly asks you.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âYouâre so kind, beautiful, and young, with so much in your futureâ Leon sighs heavily. âWhy would you be with a⌠broken man like me? I have nothing to offer but traumas and the big baggage of my shitty lifeâÂ
The pressure you put on biting your lip was so intense that it was enough to cut your skin and make it bleed.Â
âWho says you have nothing to offer? I donât think thatâs true. Youâre a wonderful person, Leon. I can see it every day when you come to see me at the store. The way you smile whenever you are around me, the way your eyes shineâŚâ you said to him, hoping it would be enough to give him some comfort. âI donât see you as a broken person or a man with the baggage of a shitty life. I canât imagine what must have happened to you, and I know it must be difficult and hard because that's what I see, but, Leon, the darkness around you doesnât define who you are. Whatever life did to you, it doesn't dictate your present or future."
No matter how many kind words you say, it isnât enough for him. Leon blames himself for what happened, and you know he wonât forget it so soon. How can he? Those men trusted him and followed him, and now, theyâre all dead. Leon thinks he shouldâve saved them, even though he knows he couldnât guess the car was about to explode.Â
âI wish I could heal your soul so you wouldnât suffer anymore, but I canâtâ you sigh, then look at his hand. âI wish I could fight all of your demons, but I canât do that. Iâm here and I donât intend to leave you aloneâÂ
After holding his hand, it was the first night Leon actually slept without any more nightmares. When he woke up the next morning, he felt his eyes heavy and he instantly remembered how he cried the night before after his entire squad was murdered. Then, he also remembered that you were there with him the whole time. Finally, he noticed how strange that feeling was - the feeling of being comforted instead of comforting others. It was a strange feeling indeed, but it was a good one.Â
Lazily, he stood up from his bed and decided to look at himself in the mirror, washing his face and taking a moment to see the collateral damage caused by the bomb. There were a few bruises and cuts on his skin, but huge purple marks on his shoulder, which he dislocated. It still hurts, but itâs enough to keep him in the real world. Heâs still alive. Â
âMorning, princessâ you greeted him in his kitchen. âI made breakfastâÂ
âYou shouldnât worry about that, yâknow?â Leon says, leaning against his cabinet.Â
âToo late for that. Now is my job to worry about yaâ you said, opening the cabinet above your head on tiptoe, which made him smirk. âAre you feeling better?âÂ
âYeah, I guess soâ he says, nodding his head and helping you get the cornflakes. âThank you⌠for sticking up with me last nightâÂ
âYou know I care about you, right? Since day oneâ you glance at him with a warm smile. âI really doâÂ
âI care about you, tooâ Leon blushes slightly. âMore than I can tellâÂ
You know Leon pretty well at this point and you know he has trouble speaking of his feelings. You know he canât express himself properly, and you ainât stupid. You know someone has hurt him before and you understand why he is the way he is. Fortunately, you are very patient, and thatâs enough for now, because you donât mind giving him time and space.Â
âI can look at your wounds; maybe I can helpâ you offered, finishing preparing the breakfast.Â
âThis means I finally earned your secrets?â Leon asks, a small smile on his lips, as he references the conversation you had with him a few months ago.Â
âYou surely did." You nodded, smiling. âLetâs eat first, then Iâll take a look at itâÂ
Leon seemed to enjoy the breakfast you made for him, and, for the first time since you two met, he genuinely seemed happy. However, you knew deep inside he was trying and fighting hard to hide his true feelings; losing his squad certainly shattered him inside, and caused more damage to him than you could ever imagine.Â
Leon is a master when it comes to hiding his feelings. All over the years, Leon had built around himself an impenetrable shell, not allowing anyone to get closer, and all of that because he is scared of being hurt again. However, if the explosion never happened, if his men never died the way they did, Leon wouldnât be pretending heâs fine when you know heâs not. The damage is so intense that youâre afraid he wonât recover. Itâll always be there with him, rotting inside him.Â
You werenât expecting so many wounds all at once, but when he took off his shirt and you saw his bruised skin, you took a deep breath. He had so many marks, so many stories. You wanted to ask, you wanted to know, but Leon wasnât ready to share it yet.Â
âI got this one back in Raccoon Cityâ Leon quietly says, pointing to the scar on his left shoulder. âI got shotâÂ
âHow did this happen?â you decided to ask him as you gently cleaned a few cuts he had. Â
âI was helping a woman named Ada Wong to get a sample of G-Virus, and only a scientist named Annette Birkin had this sample. We were trying to find her and, when we did, she started to shoot Ada. I jumped in front of her, thatâs why I got shotâ Leon sighs, recalling the events that happened in the sewers.Â
âThis Ada seems very important to youâ you smiled at him, cleaning the other cut he had on his neck. Â
âShe was, but it was a long time agoâ Leon avoids your gaze. âNot anymoreâÂ
âShe was the one that hurt you?â you ask him very carefully.Â
Leon didnât answer, but his silence speaks for himself. You can see the extension of the damage and how Leon still struggles to deal with whatever happened between him and Ada. He stays silent, maybe trying to understand how his life turned into this mess. Then, he starts to count every time he was betrayed before until this very moment. His blue irises meet yours and all he feels is⌠peace. Thereâs no inner storms inside him, he feels completely at ease.Â
âIf I ask you a favorâŚâ Leon suddenly says, changing the conversation.Â
âWhat do you need?â you ask him without hesitation.Â
âCould you come with me to the morgue? Thereâs something I need to doâ Leon sighs, preparing himself for whatâs about to happen.Â
âOf course. Iâll tell my parents Iâll go to the store laterâ you nodded, quickly picking up your phone to text them.Â
Leon partially felt guilty, but you were so willing to go with him that he changed his mind after you helped him dress himself â the way he dislocated his shoulder still hurts and he has difficulty with it. You drove to the morgue and judging by the interior of the building, you found out Leon was some sort of agent working for the government. You were able to read the name of the organization. Division of Security Operations.Â
âSo youâre a badass agent, huh?â you ask with enthusiasm as you walk next to him.Â
âI wouldnât say Iâm a badassâ Leon chuckles, still feeling tense.Â
âWell, if you put your neck at stake to save your country, then youâre definitely a badassâ you added, giving him a warm smile.Â
When you both stepped inside the morgue, he reached out for your hand, seeking any support you could give him. The back wall was a box-shaped cold storage room, and a row of dissecting tables lined the spacious room. And on those dissecting tables were numerous body bags. It's a body bag with the DSO logo on it. Do they really need a logo even on something like this? Irony floated within Leon's chest. Are they planning to sell products with the logo on them, like DSO-branded body bags, DSO-logoed cigarette cases, DSO-logoed pass cases...?
He walked between the body bags to the sound of his boots. Unlike normal bodies, the victims of b.o.w - related incidents were usually sent for examination to specialized research institutions. Although this time the cause of death was due to a bomb, not a zombie attack, the instruction from above was to send the bodies to various laboratories, so they followed suit. This DSO branchâs mortuary was a relay point for passing the bodies from the scene to the laboratory, like a baton in a relay race. It wasnât easy to simply bury them in a graveyard. The morgue itself wasnât scary, but the corpses were scary because they stimulated the imagination.Â
âWould they suddenly start moving? Would I end up like this too?â Leon thinks to himself a little bit loud, enough for you to hear him.
âYou wonâtâ you whispered, squeezing his hand to let him know you were there. Â
Watching the corpses closely would cause a moment where the elongated shadows would appear like monsters. However, that was before Raccoon City. He had seen too many moments where the dead came back to life.Â
âIâm not scared of the mortuary anymore; recently, Iâve been thinking about it a lotâ Leon frowned as he moved towards the back while swirling his thoughts. He thought he heard a sound from there minutes before.Â
âWhat do you mean?â you ask him with curiosity as he approaches one of the bags.Â
âI was constantly thinking about death and ending everything. I was depressed and thought I had no hope leftâ Leon confessed, his eyes locked on the body bags in front of him. âBut now⌠I donât think about that anymoreâ
He glances at you, finally. Slowly, his eyes meet your hand while youâre holding him and thereâs a small smile on his lips, then his blue irises find yours again.Â
âI used to be scared of the morgue⌠but coming here with you⌠is something elseâ Leon says next. âI couldnât do this aloneâÂ
âIâm glad I can helpâ you said to him with your usual kindness.Â
But he stops and turns his attention back to the body bags and sighs. His entire demeanor changed and suddenly, he found himself fighting hard to keep doing this. He needed that. He owed his men at least this final goodbye.Â
âWhat kind of adult did I want to become when I was a child?â Leon thinks to himself as he approached one of the body bags.Â
The zipper was slightly open, and the body bag seemed like it was about to move any moment. Itâs common for something that seems like itâs about to move to actually move.
Leon carelessly closed the zipper. Was it because of the sharp sound that, suddenly, another body bag bounced behind him? Inside the body bag, the zombie was wiggling and struggling. It seemed unhappy, as if it had been woken up from a deep sleep by force. Leon pulled out his gun from his holster and squeezed the trigger.Â
âWhat kind of adult did I want to become? I definitely didnât want a life like thisâÂ
V. ACCEPTANCEÂ
After everything that happened with his squad, Leon knew he needed time off of his office. Decided to get his mind off everything and take a break, Leon chose the Rocky Mountains in Colorado as his destination. Instead of going there alone, he thought it would be good to spend more time with you, mostly because he felt safe around you and due to the nature of his job and everything he saw, he needed to feel that safety only you provided him. Â
You had to explain to your parents why you would be going on a vacation, but they understood with no problems; they didnât know about Leon because you were fearing some trouble because of the age gap, so you felt they werenât exactly ready to meet him. How could you explain to them you were apparently dating a man eleven years older than you? It would be one hell of a surprise.Â
It was 9 a.m. in the mountainous area near Rocky Mountain National Park, located in northern Colorado. The national park was about a two-hour drive from the state capital, Denver. Along the way, there were several viewpoints where numerous travelers parked their cars to enjoy the scenic beauty. Even in the mountainous region of the Rockies, the mountains around this area were not exceptionally high. They were just before the tree line, covered with spruce and fir trees on the subalpine slopes. The forest appeared like a beautifully groomed brush, while wildflowers bloomed modestly, sheltered by large rocks.
âThis place is incredibleâ you sound mesmerized by the incredible view from the hotel.Â
âYou havenât been in places like this before?â Leon asks you with curiosity.Â
âI barely leave my houseâ you chuckle, leaving your bag on the bed. âI just work at my parentâs store and go to collegeâÂ
âIt feels like Iâm dating a babyâ Leon chuckles, also leaving his bag next to yours.Â
âWeâre dating, huh?â you teased, taking off your sneakers.Â
âYeah, we areâ Leon nods his head, smiling. âI know I havenât officially asked you, but Iâm too old for thatâÂ
âItâs fine, old man. Iâm just messing with youâ you said, playing with his fingers.Â
âOld man? Now Iâm offendedâ Leon teases back, smiling.Â
âYou said it firstâ you replied to him, your hands reaching his brown hair. âBy the way⌠I have something for youâÂ
Leon glanced at you, frowning. The mischievous smile on your lips immediately told him you were planning something. He sat up on the bed and kept his eyes fixed on you, waiting patiently for whatever you were about to do.Â
âI got you a birthday presentâ you said with enthusiasm, catching him by surprise. âI know Iâm a few days late, but I wanted to give you something for your 37th birthdayâÂ
âYou didnât have toâ Leon whispered in shock as you gave him the small box.Â
He unwrapped the present you gave him and found a beautiful dagger, silver and shining, also pretty sharp. Leon knew immediately that you probably paid a lot on that and he felt bad. He took a deep breath and glanced at you.Â
âThis was very expensive. You shouldnât waste your money with me like thatâ Leon says to you.Â
âItâs a gift. You canât give it backâ you said to him, a hint of playfulness in your voice as you insisted for him to keep it.Â
âThatâs not fairâ Leon complains, laughing softly.Â
âItâs pretty fair to me, thoughâ you said to him, smirking. âItâs just a dagger, not a diamond or something related. I know your job is kind of dangerous and you might need itâÂ
âOkay, you win. Iâll take itâ Leon sighs in defeat. âAbout my job⌠I know I havenât been extremely open about it, butâŚâÂ
âItâs okay, I donât want you to feel forced to share this with me if you donât feel readyâ you stopped him before he could finish his sentence.Â
âI wish I could be more open to youâ Leon glanced at his hands, feeling bad because of that.Â
âStart simple and small. You donât have to tell me absolutely everything at onceâ you placed your hand on his shoulder, petting him.Â
âSimple and small? How could I do that?â Leon frowned at the idea. He always thought it was impossible to open up about his trauma.Â
You pondered for a few moments, thinking about a way to help him talk about his issues in a positive way.Â
âStart with something like⌠why don't you like dogs?â you suggested. A while ago you noticed Leon had a certain aversion to dogs.Â
âI⌠um⌠I was attacked by dogs in Raccoon City. They werenât common dogs, they were infected, something like thatâ Leon found himself surprised by the way he spoke about this issue so easily. âThen, at Spain, I had a few encounters with wolves also infected with a parasite, monstrous thingsâÂ
âSee? That one was pretty easyâ you said, encouraging him to keep talking. âWanna try to say something else?âÂ
Leon thought about your question for minutes; inside his head, everything that has happened to him was like an endless movie. The trauma, the pain and the events that seem to be haunting him to this day. It was hard to pick one, but then, he reminds himself of your words of being simple and small. He takes a deep breath and quietly, he convinces himself that he can do this.Â
âBack at Raccoon City, it was my first day at the force and I was 21 at the timeâ Leon starts, his eyes focused on something else. âI was late, but I think thatâs why Iâm still aliveâÂ
While he was telling you the horrors he saw, you gently placed your hand on his, to let him know youâre there for him. It was a simple and kind gesture, but for him, it meant the world. Leon was only familiar with danger and brutality, so having you by his side providing comfort was enough to penetrate the depth of his former persona. It was enough to rescue the rookie cop buried inside those walls.Â
âAfter that night⌠everything changed. Iâm here because of what I did to survive and Iâm not exactly proud of it. I canât stop blaming myself for my past actions, butâŚâ Leon suddenly stops, taking another deep breath.Â
âYou canât control everything around you, Leon. And not everything that happens to us is our fault. You couldnât know you were going to be stalked and nearly killed on your first day⌠you didn't know that there was a virus outbreak in Raccoon City that nightâŚâ you said to him, placing your hand on his shoulder. âYou need to understand that this isnât your baggage to carry. What happened that day wasnât your faultâÂ
Leon had your words playing on repeat inside his head. Even though he was early in the morning drinking his sorrows away, he was still thinking about what you said. He also felt partially guilty for leaving you asleep in the bed while he was drinking, but the other part of him told you knew him pretty well and you wouldnât be judging him for this. His head was a roller coaster and at this very moment, he wasnât at the top.Â
Leon sat on the first floor of a lodge-style hotel in the rural town. The hotel was two stories tall, made of reinforced concrete, but designed to resemble traditional log construction. There was only one waiter and one chef, making it far from a trendy establishment â a rather run-down place. He was having breakfast in the first-floor restaurant. Though the restaurant wasn't popular, the food was decent. Approaching footsteps came from behind him â two sets of them.
"--To come fully armed to such a peaceful town," Leon said without turning around.
"Leon S. Kennedy, the ace of the DSO, a special agent organization directly under the President of the United States," a voice replied.
Finally, he turned around to see Chris Redfield and Rebecca Chambers standing there.
"Chris and... oh, the renowned expert in biohazard research, Professor Rebecca Chambers. What do you want?" he asked.
"It's work. Cooperate," Chris said in an uncompromising tone.
Chris and Rebecca sat across from him. And it was noticeable that he wore an annoyed expression.Â
"I'm on vacation."Â
"...In the past, while protecting the President's daughter, Ashley Graham, you fought and annihilated the cult group Los Illuminados. They were using special bio-organic weapons called Plagas," Chris said.
"I've forgotten about that old stuff," Leon replied simply.
"Do you plan on loafing around in this town for another week?" Chris asked.
"I don't know what will happen in the future," Leon retorted.
"Beer, please," Rebecca chuckled at the reference to an old movie, while Chris wore an unamused expression.
Leon called over a passing waitress with a casual wave to place his order, but Chris interrupted him.
"Cancel the beer."
"No, it's not canceled."
âCome on⌠what the fuck?!â
"I don't need any more alcohol."
"Cut it out. What's going on?"
"That's my line."
The waitress looked between the two of them suspiciously and before walking away. Eventually, Leon pulled out a flask from his back pocket and took a swig as a substitute for the additional order that couldn't be fulfilled.
"Youâ!" Chris leaned forward.
"Enough, both of you," Rebecca interjected. "--Leon. We apologize for disturbing your vacation. However, we need the information you possess," Rebecca said.
Finally, Leon showed a willingness to listen.
"...What's the situation?" he asked.
Chris and Rebecca had to explain to him what happened earlier at the university. The case was simple. Glenn Arias was a new threat and they needed to stop him at all costs. However, they didnât know how Leon was suffering inside; they couldnât know about the recent events. Leon wearily intertwines his gestures and continues,Â
"Just before I took my vacation... I was involved in a DSO mission in Bethesda to apprehend a treacherous senator who was selling internal information to a bioterrorist organization."Â
The disgusted irritation was evident in his movements, his expression, and his voice.Â
"You know..." Leon begins. "Here's the thing: the informant we used betrayed us. We fell into a trap instead. A massive explosion killed many of my colleagues... and then there was the incident with the resurrection of the corpses you guys were involved in... It's all a mess,"Â
Leon explains, letting out a heavy sigh. It's a sigh that escapes unintentionally, like a burden he carries.
"I had planned to become a police officer in Raccoon City. It was my dream job. But on my first day, there was a massive zombie outbreak, and from there... it never stopped," Leon pauses and shakes his head. "I've been fighting this whole time. There's no end in sight, and it only keeps getting worse. Have I been living just to fight zombies and the people who create them?"
"What are you trying to say? That you don't want to cooperate with us?" Chris asks.
"It's not that..." Leon's tone is uncertain, "Well, maybe it is."
With a hesitant tone, Leon continues
âWhat exactly is our goal? How far do we have to run? Do we have to keep running endlessly? The villains keep coming, one after another, while the good people keep dying. Maybe it's better to lose our minds."
Then, Chris found himself forced to explain to Leon what they were facing. He showed pictures of Cathy White, the agent that was turned into a bio-weapon. And worse, her son she killed. He showed the photos taken during the autopsy and how Glenn turned people into something else purely because of power.Â
"Killing him is the goal," Chris declares.
"That's only your goal, not mine," Leon retorts, his voice filled with resentment.
Tension fills the air between them once again.
"Hey," Rebecca interrupts, breaking the silence just as she did before. "So, Leon, you're exhausted," Rebecca points at Leon and then gestures to Chris. "And Chris, you're frustrated. There's one thing both tired people and irritable people have in common."
"What do we have in common?" Chris asks in response.
They both look at each other with a wide-eyed grin.
"You only think about yourselves," Rebecca replies.Â
"Iâ" Chris tries to interject, but Rebecca continues.Â
"Chris, all you talk about is wanting to kill Glenn Arias. After helping me, you didn't say a single word mourning the sacrifices of our colleagues. Leon, you're acting like a college student in their moratorium period. People get tired of running. But if we stop running, more people will lose their lives."
Rebecca takes out a trigger-activated needleless syringe from her small bag. In front of the bewildered duo, she abruptly presses the syringe against her left forearm and pulls the trigger, causing her blood to collect in the test tube attached to the syringe.
"I'll tell you something important. We're already infected," she says.
"What?" Leon's expression tightens in response.
Rebecca continues speaking in a tone reminiscent of a teacher addressing a poor student.Â
"The truth is, it's difficult to estimate just how many people have been infected by Arias' new virus. The problem is, we don't know the identity of the trigger that activates it."
As she speaks, Rebecca removes the test tube from the syringe and seals it with a cap.
"The virus is activated by something only Arias knows. When that happens, the dead rise, and living humans become bio-weapons."
Rebecca glances lightly at Leon.Â
"If things continue like this, this city will eventually become a living hell. There won't be any safe places."
Leon remains silent, averting his gaze.
"Just so you know, a prototype of the antivirus has been developed," Rebecca says. "It actually worked on me. However, the effectiveness of the antivirus is unstable without knowing the conditions for the activation of Arias' virus. When to administer it and how long it remains effective..."
Rebecca then places the sealed test tube into a small protective case and puts it on the table.Â
"My blood should provide valuable data. If I die, make sure it reaches a reputable research institution that you can trust."
"You're not in danger. We'll protect you," Chris says firmly.
"What?" Leon asks, confused.
"It seems like you're misunderstanding, BSAA soldier," Rebecca lightly dismisses Chris's assumption.
Thereâs a slight smirk on Leonâs lips as he hears that.Â
"The forefront of pandemic response is not the BSAA, but the research field. How many doctors and colleagues do you think I've seen die in conflict-ridden African countries or small Middle Eastern nations used as testing grounds for bio-weapons?" Rebecca questions.
Chris tries to say something in response, but his voice gets stuck in his throat, and only faint breaths escape.
"After I left the team, you two might have fought against plenty of mad scientists. But science can only be countered with science. Unless benevolent technology advances, we will never have a chance of winning. We fight not only for ourselves but for others. Have you both understood at least a little of what I'm saying?" Rebecca asks.
She stands up and adds, "Cool your heads," before leaving her seat.
"She's a great woman," Leon comments.
"We can't handle it on our own," Chris remarks, watching Rebecca leave, and he and Leon exchanged a wry smile.Â
And then, here it comes. The urge to talk about what happened one year ago.Â
"Leon, China was tough," Chris says, referring to that incident.
"Yeah, it was like a zombie version of Black Hawk Down." he nods in response.Â
"At that time, I wanted to quit the BSAA so badly," Chris admits, surprising Leon, "After getting involved with Umbrella, I witnessed too many deaths. We..."Â
Chris trails off. His expression was heavy, as if lead had settled in the depths of his heart. Then Chris realized: Why does it make me so angry to see him like this? He was too much like his old self.
"It makes you want to quit... makes me want to quit," Chris says, emphasizing his point. Leon falls into silence. And Chris delivers the final blow. "But, the moment we quit, all of our subordinates and friends will have died in vain. We are the survivors of Raccoon City. We carry that burden."
Chris falls silent, and the air becomes still. The waitress looks annoyed by the silence. For a few moments, thereâs nothing but the said silence.Â
"Leon, I always thought you were a cheerful guy no matter what," Chris breaks the silence.
"No one is like that," Leon replies, âWell⌠Iâm not. I've always been a stress-tolerant guy. I've been able to do what I've done because of it. But now look back on it. In Tall Oaks, I killed the president.â
"Technically, you had to save the President infected with the virus," Chris quickly adds, trying to provide some context.
âBut,â Leon shakes his head, "But the fact remains that I pulled the trigger, I shot him, and I was even suspected of assassinating the President afterward. Although I managed to clear my name, the mastermind behind that incident turned out to be the President's aide. The DSO was once called the 'Sword of the President,' but now it sounds ironically fitting."
Chris remains silent, attentively listening to Leon's words.
"Chris," Leon continues. "I've returned to active duty, but every time I face the new President, I feel anxious. I can sense his unease as well. The President's aide had sold his soul to B.O.W. terrorism. Who's next? The Secretary of Defense? The Vice President? What's become of the foundation that supports the soldiers in the field? They keep using us, while the higher-ups continue to flounder, grow bloated... They only think about shifting blame onto others."
He pauses for a moment. Thereâs so much pain.Â
Leon furrows his brow and lowers his voice. "Perhaps the reason entities like Umbrella persist is that our society harbors a fundamental evil... I can't help but feel that way now."
Even agreeing with this stupid mission, Leon canât go without saying goodbye. He feels guilty, but the moment he sees you, everything feels completely right. He sat at the bed, watching you perfectly asleep, imagining what kind of dreams you were having. Leon sighs and shakes his head.Â
âHey, sweetheartâ Leon says when he sees you waking up.Â
âHiâ you whisper, rubbing your eyes.Â
âListen⌠something happened and my colleagues need me. Will you be okay here?â he asks you, his thumb trailing your cheek.Â
âWill you come back?â you ask him, sounding a little groggy.Â
âAnd leave my baby girl here all alone? Of course Iâll come backâ he smiles sweetly at you.Â
âOk⌠Iâll be hereâ you nodded your head, closing your eyes to go back to sleep.Â
Something about you made him see, for the first time, the bright side of things. Maybe it was the fact that you were younger than him, and also the fact that you were full of energy - he was just an old and bitter man. But, hey, heâs learning how to cope with every shit that has happened to him.Â
Before you, Leon was ready to die.Â
He was ready to embrace death, he already had made peace with his inner demons. But everything changed when you came into his life. Suddenly, he thought he could live and find happiness and death wasnât in his thoughts anymore. It was like you were able to bring him back from his darkness. He wasnât rotting inside. You were able to rescue him from himself and return the light he needed.Â
But if he thought he wasnât close to death, he was wrong. Leon never thought he would face something like Glenn Arias and come close to death, but he had his job to do. Chris needed his help and Leon finally found closure to something that was weighing on his head; the death of his squad wasnât his fault and he found the real culprit. He found the peace he was desperately looking for. And he was able to see another sunrise and come back to you.Â
It was a repetitive cycle. Leon recently started to wonder if anything he did was futile. That's why he took a vacation and drowned his sorrows in alcohol. It was a kind of protest, perhaps. A protest against the grand concepts of this world and destiny. A statement of "Iâm not going on like this forever, Iâm not going to do it," or something of that sort. But fate was cruel. In the end, human life rarely goes well by one's own choices. Perhaps humans are merely chosen by fate without their consent. Yet, Leon now felt that it was okay like that. Being chosen doesn't make him a hero by default. He becomes a hero reluctantly because he was chosen. And that's fine.Â
The merged form approached Leon with an eerie growl, swinging its massive fist. Leon leaped back to dodge it, and the merged form's punch shattered one of the spires on the rooftop into tiny fragments. It had the destructive power of a construction hammer, with each strike resembling the impact of a tank cannon round. Leon intentionally slid and jumped into the merged form's feet, thinking that at such a large size, close range might become a blind spot. He positioned himself beneath the massive body, lying on his back and firing his handgun. The shots were practically point-blank, but they were still deflected by the hardened muscles and exoskeleton.Â
"Doesn't matter," Leon muttered involuntarily. "I'll do whatever it takes, even if it's futile. Today's a good day to die anyway."
The merged form kicked out.
The enemy's movements were deceptively swift, and Leon was sent flying as if hit by a car. His body tumbled through the air until it finally collided with a gargoyle statue, coming to a stop. The impact was so intense that his breath nearly ceased. However, the merged form continued its pursuit. It threw a straight punch, a blow that would surely result in instant death if landed, but Leon managed to evade it with a jump. Not only did he dodge it, but in mid-air, Leon twisted his body and unleashed a spinning kick. His boot-clad foot connected with the grotesque face of the merged form.
Whether it would have any effect or not didn't matter. This strike was my will. Of course, a kick from a mere human wouldn't have any effect. The merged form retaliated with its opposite hand, grabbing hold of Leon.
"Gah!" A groan escaped Leon's throat involuntarily. The massive fist tightened around him like a vice, and within a few seconds, he felt himself being crushed like a tomato.
"Leon!" Chris emerged from the penthouse.
In his fading consciousness, Leon thought about you. The way you smiled whenever you were with him and the sweet perfume you love to use. The way your hands embrace him at night, helping him sleep safely, without any nightmares to harm him. And then, he doesnât want to die anymore. Please, God, donât let me die this way.Â
Chris picked up the fully automatic handgun that Arias had dropped along the way and unleashed a barrage of bullets at the merged form. For a brief moment, it seemed like the merged form's focus shifted, and its grip loosened slightly, but that was all.
Was my life meant to end here, crushed by this grotesque monster? Leon wondered, his pessimism threatens to shatter him. Leon wasn't the type to easily get this depressed or overthink things too much. Still, he felt more than a little exhausted.
What kind of adult did I want to become when I was a child? I never imagined I would be burdened with the stigma of assassinating a president. At least, I didn't want a life like this â It doesn't matter what I want. There's no such thing as a person who can live the life they desire. Arias must have felt the same way. In the endâŚ
VI. ABSOLUTION
When he came back, you noticed something inside him had changed.Â
After the fight with Arias, Leon noticed that life was much more than death, darkness and depression. At least, he started to think like that when he almost got killed. And his only thought was coming back to you. No, he couldnât die like that and leave you alone. His arm was injured, but he was alive. And he was back.Â
âWhat happened to your arm?â you asked him when you saw him entering the room.Â
âRemember that day in the morgue when you told me I was a badass government agent?â Leon asks you back, sitting on the bed next to you.Â
âYep, I doâ you nodded, starting to massage his tense muscles.Â
âWell⌠Iâm not this kind of agent. I work under the presidentâs orders. I fight bioweapons for a living⌠since that hell in Raccoon Cityâ Leon sighs, finally opening about his job.Â
âBioweapons? Like zombies and shit?â you ask him with curiosity.Â
âWorse than zombies, but yesâ Leon nodded with a slight smirk. âItâs dangerous, and this time I nearly got killed⌠thing is, my job requires a lot of my time, it forces me to not be around for God knows how long. It scares me because I donât know if you can live this chaotic life with meâŚâÂ
âWait, wait, wait⌠slow downâ you held his hand and squeezed it softly. âEveryone deserves a second chance in life, Leon. You were alone for too much time and I donât mind if you need to go somewhere else to fight bioweapons. If this means I get to see these pretty eyes of yours and this sweet smile every time you come home⌠Iâm willing to live this chaotic life with youâÂ
Leon couldnât believe your words. After being deprived of something so human and getting used to it, Leon felt he was about to explode. It was too much for him to handle. At this point, he knew perfectly he was experiencing anxiety. But it was a good one.Â
âI donât want you to get hurt. If we do this, Iâm gonna get you wrapped up in something bad someday⌠and Iâll never forgive myself if this happensâ Leon tells you, sounding extremely worried.
âI know you wonât let anything bad happen to me. And besides, I can take care of myself. I made self defense classesâ you laugh sweetly, a symphony to his ears.Â
âAre you sure?â Leon asks, and those big puppy eyes of his wanting nothing but assurance.
âHoney, if this wasnât true, I wouldnât be hereâ you chuckled, kissing his forehead.Â
After what happened, you decided to introduce Leon to your family as your boyfriend. But before that, you convinced him he needed to improve a little. Getting rid of the alcohol was the first step. He started to see a therapist and work harder on his issues, which influenced a lot of your relationship. He was more happy and willing to do things he and you both liked. One year after that incident with his squad being killed and his mission with his friends, you noticed he was ready to meet your parents.Â
âIâm nervousâ Leon tells you when you both were entering your home.Â
âWhy? Itâs not like weâve been dating secretly for almost three years. Besides, theyâll think youâre cute, donât worryâ you giggled at him.Â
âIâm not so sure about thatâ he muttered, following you inside your parents place.
You could clearly tell how anxious he was. However, he always felt at ease on your side, and it was like you had the power to make him relax, like nothing could harm him and the world was finally at peace. When you stepped inside the house with Leon right behind you for a Christmas dinner, your parents were already expecting both of you.Â
âMom, dad⌠this is Leon. The guy I was talking aboutâ you introduced him to your parents with certain expectations.Â
âYou clearly got my taste for manâ Leon heard your mom whispering to you, which made his cheeks turn red.Â
âSo⌠um⌠how long are you two hanging out?â your dad asked and you glanced quickly at Leon.Â
âThree years, I guess. We met at the storeâ you tell your parents. âI didnât tell you before because Leon has a busy schedule. Heâs not always in town, soâŚâÂ
âWell, moonpie, if youâre happy, weâre happy tooâ your mom says with a gracious smile on her lips.Â
Leon wasnât expecting to be so welcomed into your family, but the fact that your parents treated him so kindly melted his heart. He got himself thinking about the dinner for at least one week, mostly because part of him was still thinking it was weird to receive so much kindness and affection, especially coming from a real family. He wasnât expecting to be playing cards with your dad while you and your mom were in the kitching talking about girlâs stuff, but it was enough to make him see he made the right choice. That it was okay for him to finally experience love.Â
âI like your light brown hair now that you finally stopped dying itâ you said, sitting between his legs in the living room.Â
âMy emo era is overâ he chuckles sweetly, like a melody.Â
âMay it rest in peaceâ you made the signal of the cross. â
âChanging the subject, tomorrow I gotta go to San Francisco. Work stuffâ he says to you, softly kissing your neck.Â
âYeah? Am I getting some gift?â you whisper, feeling the shivers down your spine with his lips against your skin.Â
âDo I ever go on a mission and come back empty handed?â Leon asks you, his soft lips pressing more against your neck and you can feel him softly biting you.Â
The thing is, Leon is like a porcelain doll. He needs to be treated with softness and kindness, because deep down, he is vulnerable. The way his lips met your skin was a clear sign that he was ready for you. He was finally ready to be yours. However, loving Leon also needed patience, and after three years, you could tell he wanted that too.Â
âDo you want to do this before you leave, handsome?â you ask him teasingly, holding his hands as he keeps kissing your neck.Â
âYes, I do,â he nods, almost moaning in your ear.Â
He gently took you to his bedroom, the place was almost a sanctuary for him. He laid you down on his bed and removed his shirt, and this time, he didnât seem ashamed of himself. You stood up from his bed and sat him on the edge, your hands trailing down his skin like he was a roller coaster. He closed his eyes, his breath soft and calm, although he anticipated what was about to happen. Leon craved for you.Â
âIâll take care of youâ you whispered, leaving soft kisses across his neck and chest.Â
You sat gently between his legs, your sweet and soft fingers removing his pants and reaching his already hardened cock. He sat there, observing you with those big and blue puppy eyes, like he was savoring your image. When you took all his length inside your mouth and gently started to suck him, Leon felt he was in heaven. It felt so good, so powerful.Â
Tears started to fall from his eyes and he cried. Not because you were hurting him, dear lord, of course not! It was because he finally felt that he deserved to be loved. Your tongue did an amazing job on his cock and when he came, he felt his body at ease. Leon moaned with the sudden sensation, it was stronger than he last remembered. But it was because of you.Â
âI love youâ he says when you touch his face, wiping his tears.Â
Loving Leon needed patience, you knew that already.Â
However, living with him brought new challenges that you werenât expecting at all. He would be gone for weeks, then he comes back out of nowhere. He always forgets to send you a message to let you know heâs coming back, but thatâs okay, because his lack of patience to deal with technology amuses you. He always sends an emoji out of context, which makes you laugh and you find it very cute when he gets disappointed for misunderstanding those little and yellow faces. Heâs getting there, donât worry about that.Â
When heâs at home, things turn out differently. He always helps you with the chores, likes to tease you whenever youâre cooking his favorite meal and at the end of the day, you two are together on the couch watching some silly movie while he complains about it and softly scratches your leg. Sharing a domestic life was something he never thought he would have, not after everything he went through alone.Â
Now that he's back from whatever he did in San Francisco, you have another job to do. Tend to his injuries. Itâs a small sacrifice to pay whenever he comes back hurt; this time he has purple marks all over his body and face. You donât ask what on earth happened, because you know he canât really give details, but at least heâs safe and sound with you again.Â
âStop moving, old man!â you tell him, trying to clean a small cut he had on his neck.Â
âThat hurts,â Leon replied back, flinching slightly.Â
âI know, but someone has to clean itâ you rolled your eyes, applying a Barbie band-aid on his neck.Â
âPlease, donât tell me I got the Barbie thing on my neckâ Leon closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.Â
âNext time Iâll get you a cat oneâ you wink playfully at him.Â
After so many death experiences and the inner wish of being dead, heâs glad that he found the absolution that he always wanted. He looks at you with amusement, part of him finds it hard to believe that heâs so lucky to have you, but the other part is glad that you are real and you love him for who he really is. You took every damaged part of him and loved with such intensity that it was enough to bring him back from that dark place he was at. He forgave himself, allowed his soul to heal and to be loved. Life had gifted him with the second chance to live, made him see the beautiful things again. You took him in when he was on the lower part of his life, and your love brought him back. He knows heâs getting older, but he doesnât mind spending his days with you, because you are the only thing in his life that makes sense.
And heâs fine with that.Â
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Show You What Devotion Is â¤ď¸âđĽ
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Genre: SMUT, fluff, MINORS DNI 18+
Word count:..... 12k...
Summary: After a lustful encounter on the jet, you and Spencer decide to try out a friends-with-benefits relationship. What you didn't expect was for his sex drive to be so high, and your need for him to lead you to his bed every night of the week.
Warnings: So many đ, oral (M and F receiving), public sex multiple times, multiple creampies, protection never mentioned, fingering, car sex, alcohol consumption, pet names, degradation, sir kink I think at some point, choking, mentions of spit and other bodily fluids, I'm sure there are more, too.
A/N: Well. Here it is. Big thank you to Jungkook for releasing the song that gave me this fic idea that I was fully convinced was just going to be a nice little song about the number seven. Here's my masterlist, and my requests and asks are open if you want to shout at me for writing 12,000 words of filth! Settle down somewhere comfy for this one đ Song inspo:
Monday
The jet was calm and quiet with just the two of you on it as you stretched yourself out over the seats, desperate to find a comfortable position to curl up in and find some sleep. You had been out the entire weekend on a death-row interview, and after three days of dealing with high security prison inmates and their guards, you were feeling a bit restless. You hated the feeling of being cooped up in there, even if you knew youâd be getting out eventually.
You were just thankful that theyâd sent you in the jet, because you sure as hell couldnât imagine driving back right now. And as your only company was Reid, who wasnât a fan of driving himself, especially over such long distances, it would have been a crappy end to an even crappier weekend. You looked up at the man now, and realised he was also trying his best to fall asleep, but he had a tense look on his face, and he was shifting in his seat, unable to get comfortable.
âCanât sleep either?â you asked him, finally accepting that you probably werenât going to get any relief any time soon. His eyes shot open, and he looked at you, finally registering that it was you that had spoken to him and not some figment of his imagination.
âSomething like that, yeah,â he said, and looked away, letting the silence fall over you again.
âDo you want to maybe play cards or something?â you asked hopefully, desperate to find something to do for the last hour of your flight. From everything youâd learned about the man opposite you in your six months as a member of the BAU, you knew it probably wasnât a good idea challenging him. But between being absolutely destroyed at cards and being caught in the discomfort of exhaustion with no ability to sleep, youâd choose the card games any day.
Besides, you could do with learning a little bit more about your coworker anyway. Despite earning your place on the team, and befriending most of the others pretty easily, Reid had always seemed a bit standoffish to you. He was always polite, of course, but the others had warned you that he didnât take well to change, and your addition to the team was a pretty notable change in your team dynamic.
You were now the youngest member of the team, and youâd been trained in press liaising as a part of your training at the academy, so you took on a different role from the others to allow JJ to get out into the field more now that she was officially an agent. It wasnât that you thought he disliked you, it was just that he needed to get used to you. Or at least that was what you were telling yourself.
It was why you were on the jet in the first palace, having asked Hotch for the opportunity to shadow Reid while he was working on the interview. Heâd given you a look when you lied that it was to gain more experience, but he didnât have anything against you trying to get Reid to warm up to you a little bit more, so he didnât complain, and let the two of you go. But you hadnât realised just how busy you would be with the work, and you hadnât exactly become the best of friends either.
âYou donât want to play cards with me, Y/N,â he replied coolly, not even looking at you.
âEmily said you usually try to swindle people when you first play cards with them, why arenât you trying that with me?â you asked, growing a little frustrated that your attempts were being blocked. Itâd been the same when youâd invited him out for a drink the night before, and when youâd asked if he wanted to share a takeout in your hotel room the night before that. Polite rejections and the feeling of incompetence that left you wondering if youâd done something wrong.
âYouâre too innocent for me to swindle, Y/N. Itâd be too easy.â
âThatâs pretty arrogant, donât you think?â As a last ditch attempt to get him to bite, you thought insulting him couldnât possibly hurt.
âShit, okay, one game, the cards are in the cupboard over there.â He acquiesced and nodded behind him to the small kitchenette at the end of the jet.
âWhy do I have to grab them, youâre closer?â you pouted a little bit, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looking away again.
âYouâre the one who wanted to play,â he grumbled. Rolling your eyes you threw off the blanket youâd wrapped around yourself and stumbled over to grab the cards.
On your way back however, the plane lurched to the side and you stumbled, dropping the cards everywhere and falling straight into the lap of Doctor Spencer Reid. He tried to catch you in his arms, but youâre position made it difficult for him to help you further. Having fallen face first, your torso was now pressed into the seat next to him, the rest of your body bent over his knee as if he were getting ready to spank you any minute.
One of his hands was pinned under your body weight, and the other that had come out to steady you was gripping dangerously close to your chest, not exactly helping with the mental images you were already fighting.
âShit, Iâm sorry I think we hit some turbulence,â you winced and tried to standup, and he groaned at the loss of contact as you moved.
âFuck, Y/N,â he let out the curse as you stood up, but you werenât upright for long before your legs gave out underneath you, another lurch from the plane depositing you directly into his lap, your legs straddling either side of his and your chest pressed up against his. This closer position allowed you to feel more of him pressed against you, and your eyes widened in realisation.
âFuck, Spencer are you hard right now?â You groaned from on top of him, stilled by the realisaton. He scowled at you, again, and ran a hand through his hair.
âSorry, itâs just been a long weekend, and I couldnâtâŚâ he let out a frustrated sigh and you waited for him to continue, suddenly not so eager to get out of the embarrassing position.
âHave you been hard this entire time? Shit, thatâs why you didnât want to grab the playing cards, didnât want me to see you like that, right?â you could hear the grin in your voice, and you knew you were being risky but you couldnât help yourself.
âShut up, Y/L/N, I really donât need this right now,â he groaned out again, but made no move to push you off.
âOh, Iâm pretty sure I know what you need right now.â
âDonât fucking tease, Y/N, Iâm serious. Letâs just pretend that this never happened, okay?â His mouth was saying one thing, but you were pretty sure from the hands that were gripping your hips now that he wasnât exactly being the most honest with himself in that moment.
âWhat if IâŚ. helped you out?â you whispered it out almost silently, and Reidâs eyes snapped open to look at you.
âDonât joke with me right now, Y/N, it isnât funny and it isnât cute.â
âIâm not joking.â Your eyes locked and you didnât say anything else, content to watch him wage a war in his own mind, curious about which side would win.
âGet on your knees,â he said eventually, and you did, climbing out of his lap and kneeling next to his seat, your heart-beating out of your chest now. âGood girl.â
The heat pooled between your legs with those words, and you let out a small whimper as he popped the button on his pants. He pulled out his dick and you stared at it in wonder. You could see the precum shining on his tip as he gave it a few preliminary pumps, his mouth open as he finally found some relief.
You slid your hands up his legs and rested them on his thighs, watching his face and ready to pounce on him the moment he gave you the word.
âLook at you, desperate little whore. You want to suck me off that bad, baby?â he crooned at you, and you found yourself unable to answer.
âBet youâve been trying to do this all weekend. Trying to get me back to that hotel room of yours, trying to get me to drink with you, when what you really wanted was for me to stuff my cock down your throat, right?â
It was taking all of your willpower to not just reach your tongue out and lick your way up his shaft, now, your body practically begging for you to touch him.
âWell, go ahead princess. Go ahead and show me what a needy little whore you are.â You waited for no further instruction, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock and your tongue around the tip.
You played with it for a few seconds, giving him a few strokes while you waited to see his reactions. He grabbed a fist of your hair, making sure to push it away from your face so he could see exactly what you were doing at all times. With that, you started pushing your head down on more and more of him, seeing how far you could manage to get before hitting the back of your throat.
When you hit your max, you pulled off of him and did it again, starting to pick up pace as you worked your hands over the few inches that couldnt fit.
âFuck thatâs it, princess, just like that.â He moaned, not taking his eyes off you for even a second.
You bobbed your head up and down on him now, feeling yourself grow wetter and wetter with each noise he let out.
âSucking me off right here on the jet, such a little slut, arenât you?â he said down at you and you couldnât help the moan you let out around his cock, the vibrations causing him to tighten his grip on your hair and hiss out a curse.
âThatâs it keep going, just like that baby,â he whispered, his hand now starting to push you down a little further on his dick each time, his head thrown back in ecstasy. You knew he was getting close, and you were desperate to feel his cum down your throat.
âFuck, yes, just like that baby, just like that keep going.â The muscles in his legs were tense under your hand as you pushed your head down right to the base of his cock, stretching yourself past your limits and breathing him in deeply. After that, it was only a few more seconds until you could feel the hot spurts of cum hit the back of your throat.
You looked up at him through his orgasm, and you swore it was the best view youâd seen before in your life. His mouth was open in a moan, and the hand that wasnât controlling your movements was raked through his own tousled locks.
Eventually, he pulled you off of him, and you swallowed the remaining cum still inside your mouth, going as far as to catch the few drops spilling out with your fingertips and delicately lick it off, knowing he was back to watching your every move.
He pulled you up to a standing position, his eyes still locked on yours, and you could see he was getting ready to give you another instruction, to use you again to find his own pleasure. Before he had the chance though, an announcement on the PA system had him jumping as far away from you as possible.
âHey, sorry about that earlier turbulence folks. Weâre about ten minutes out of Quantico, so weâre about to descend. You know the drill, seatbelts, please.â The pilot was off the line as quickly as he came on it, and you were left in silence once more.
Fumbling with his pants, Reid put himself together again before guiding you into your seat and taking up his place again in the seat opposite.
âI didnât mean for it to end like this, shit we donât have time for me to return the favorâŚâ he seemed apologetic about that and you were finally snapped out of your daze.
âReid, you really donât have to do that⌠I just helped you out a little, is all.â
âNo, Iâm going to pay you back for this. I swear.â And there it was again, the pounding of your heart as he looked at you like that. You unintentionally clenched around nothing, your frustration almost doubling knowing there couldâve been more if youâd had more time.
âFeel free to say no, of course, but how do you feel about making this a regular thing?â you asked, your voice low, trying not to reveal how desperate you were to be under him right now, certain it would put him off.
âLike a⌠friends with benefits, thing?â He asked, his head perking up in curiosity.
âYeah. If you want.â You gulped down. âObviously, you can say no. Weâre coworkers, so it could become weird, but it could also be really convenient to have someone on cases to help you out if youâre ever, you knowâŚâ
âY/N, youâre rambling,â he smiled at you.
âI know, I really want you to say yes,â you admitted then immediately cursed your lack of filter.
âYes.â He said. And that was that.
Tuesday
To say that stepping off of the jet had bought you back down to reality would be an understatement. After parting from Spencer with a terse wave and a strained smile, youâd spent your entire commute home thinking youâd just fucked up in the most major way possible.
As far as you could tell, the man didnât even like being in your company and was just okay with you being his coworker, and then youâd suggested you give him a blow job on government property? Yeah, you were insane. That was the only possible explanation.
Needless to say, you got no sleep that night. You could only imagine how shitty you looked dragging yourself into the bullpen the next morning, coffee in hand and twitching like a rabbit that knew it was being followed by a wolf.
âGod, Y/N, you look like youâve been through hell and back. I thought you and Reid only went for an inmate interview?â Emily questioned you as soon as you stepped through the door.
âYeah, yeah, it was okay,â you squeaked out, not quite adept at hiding your emotions just yet. âI just didnât get much sleep is all. Shitty hotel beds, you know?â You smiled at her, and she nodded from experience.
âOh, tell me about it, this one time I was sharing a room with JJ and the metal springs in the mattress weâre just sticking out the top. Itâs a miracle these places make any money.â
âWell, they always have FBI Agents blasting through desperate for a room, I guess,â you joked with her half-heartedly, still feeling the tension in the room.
âWhat are you guys talking about?â He creeps up behind you to join the conversation, but you know itâs him. You turn around and finally get a look at him. Reid stood there, looking relaxed, with a small smirk on his face. His hands in his pants pockets, leaned back against Emilyâs desk next to his, effectively cutting off your route to your own desk behind him.
âY/N was telling me about the crappy motel you guys got lumped in this weekend. Bummer right?â
âI donât know, I slept just fine. You do look a little tense, Y/N,â he looked at you again, and you couldnât help the glare you shot at him. He was messing with you. The fucker was actually messing with you.
âI mustâve just pulled the short straw.â You send him a strained smile, trying to end the conversation there.
âYou shouldâve said something about it on the jet, I wouldâve let you rest instead.â You freeze then. Surely he wasnât going to reveal to the entire office, or at least to Emily, what the two of you did on the jet.
âYou didnât have to play cards with me, you know. I know how exhausting it can be to keep up with me. I have pretty good stamina.â This time you didnât hold back and you did shoot daggers at him, which only achieved bringing him one step closer to laughter.
âOoh, rookie mistake. Donât play with Reid, Y/N, heâll take you for all youâre worth.â Emily shot back before making her way to the kitchen area, content with the advice she had given.
âYeah, Iâll keep that in mind.â You mumbled, eyes still locked with Reidâs as you made to push past him. His hand brushed yours as you did, and you almost jumped at the contact. God, why was he doing this to you. Up until yesterday, he hadnât ever bothered to even look in your direction, and now he was making you dizzy at work and you didnât know how to deal with it.
The rest of the day you did your best to ignore him, and you really had to try. Everytime you went to grab yourself another drink, heâd trail along behind you, leaving you to make a U-turn to ask Morgan or Prentiss questions instead. If you went to get some files, heâd do the same, and you found yourself grabbing the wrong files in your haste to avoid talking to him again.
It was a ridiculous game of cat and mouse, and you knew that eventually he would catch up to you, and then you would have to come face to face with the man who had consumed your thoughts for the last 24 hours. In all honesty, you werenât sure if it was dread you were feeling or anticipation.
In the end, he resorted to a more direct method that you couldnât ignore.
âHey, Y/N, I need to discuss some of the files from this weekends interview, do you have five minutes?â he said it loud enough for those around you to hear, so there was no escape. You took a deep breath and acquiesced,
âGreat, letâs go grab the files and we can get started.â From all your self-defence training, you knew you should never let your assailant get you to a secondary location, but with him, you knew there was no escape. You let him guide you to the storage room, not even bothering to make small talk on the way down.
The door wasnât even closed before he turned on you and started talking.
âIf yesterday was bad for you, then we donât have to ever do it again, but if you keep ignoring me like that, theyâre going to realise that something is wrong.â
âTake a second to think about why Iâm ignoring you, Reid. Youâve practically been on top of me all day, I canât think when youâre around and I have work to do,â you whisper shout at him, even though theres no one in the file room heâs pulled you into.
âI wasnât on top of you, Iâd have enjoyed it very much had I been on top of you. Instead, Iâve been trailing behind you because you wonât talk to me.â He replied, shoulders lifting to his ears in his defense.
âDo you not want to do this anymore?â he asked you and you took in a sharp inhale of breath. He was giving you an out. You logically knew that you should take it, push down whatever it was you were feeling and pretend like yesterday had never happened. But all thoughts of doing just that left your head as he moved one step closer to you.
âSpencerâŚâ you whispered into the room, as he moved closer still, eventually coming to cage you in against the wall.
âDo you really not want me to repay you?â he moved his hands down your body, a ghost of a touch really, not at all enough for what you wanted and getting nowhere near where you needed.
âSpencer, we shouldnât be doing this at work. What if someone comes down here?â
âDoing what? Iâm just asking you a question.â He gripped your thighs and pulled you again him, and you could feel the length of him against your stomach. âAnd besides, that didnât matter to you yesterday.â
âFuck, SpencerâŚâ you groaned out, screwing your eyes shut. He trailed his hands further still and they finally found your ass over your skirt.
âI felt just as unsure about this earlier, you know. Thought it was going to create a weird tension in the office. Then you walked in this morning, wearing this skirt and suddenly I didnât care. Just needed to have you.â He pulls your leg up, pressing his in between your thighs before you can think of closing your legs in modesty.
âI just want to feel you, will you let me do that?â He whispers against your skin and you whimper as his lips ghost over you.
âYes, yes Spencer, pleaseâŚâ your brain shuts off and you give in, and suddenly he has your skirt around your waist and you tights and panties aorund your ankles in what seems like only a flash of a second.
âSo fucking perfect and obedient for me, arenât you, pet?â You whimper as he trails a finger along your sensitive clit, and you twitch as he begins his movements, rubbing slow circles into you.
âFuck, look at you, clenching around nothing. I was just going to come in here and make you cum on my fingers but youâre begging to be filled, arenât you, Princess?â He murmurs finally pushing on finger into you as he continues to to rub your clit with his thumb. You bury your head into his shoulder and try your best to muffle the disgusting moans dripping from your mouth as you plead with your coworker.
âWhat was that, pet? Youâre going to have to say it a bit louder, I canât hear you?â He picks up his pace and you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill down your face.
âFuck me. Please, Reid.â Not removing his hand from between your legs, he unbuttons his pants and you see his cock again for the second time in two days. You canât believe you managed to get the entire thing down your throat yesterday. You stare at him with lust-clouded eyes, begging him silently.
âI havenât got a condom, princess. Are you on the pill?â He asks, giving himself a few terse strokes, too far from your reach to help out. You nod vigorously, unable to form actual words now and not trusting yourself to keep quiet as your anticipation builds.
âPerfect baby, now relax and Iâll take care of you, okay?â He gently pulled his hand away from your core, quickly replacing it with his pulsating cock, pushing in slowly and deep.
âSo tight for me, baby, you feel amazing.â He pauses for a second to allow you to adjust to his size, but all too soon heâs hammering into you, not caring to control his speed or his strength, just using you like heâs a man delirious with lust and you love it.
You clutch his shirt, and with each and every thrust you scream a little bit, unable to hold yourself back from the pleasure thats ripping through you. Youâre making so much noise that after a few minutes, he brings a hand to your mouth, closing it over you and effectively cutting off any noises you make from escaping.
âYou need to be quiet, honey, as much as I want to hear you, we donât need anyone to come around here asking questions.â But youâre too far gone to care, your judgement too clouded, your head and body too full of him and what heâs doing to you to care at all who knows about it. You know heâs right, but you just keep moaning into his hand until finally, your body canât take the stimulation anymore and you feel yourself tip over the edge, tightening around him as you ride out your high.
âFuck, thatâs it princess, Iâm gonna cum inside you, okay?â He says and you use what feels like the last of your strength to nod as you feel him shoot his load inside of you.
You donât know how long the two of you stay joined there, but the post-sex clarity hits you like a tonne of bricks again as he pulls out and you genuinely start questioning your sanity as he cleans you up and pulls your panties back up into the right position.
âShit Spencer, we canât do that again,â you say. âWhat if someone had caught us?â
âDonât say that as if you werenât just turned on by the very thought of that happening,â he shot back. âBut yes, weâre going to need some rules if weâre going to keep this up.â You nod at him, and the two of you make for the exit of the room, aware that youâd already been away for suspiciously long.
Luckily, your teammates are all too busy to notice that neither of you return with the files you went to look for.
Wednesday
The knock at your door was sharp and insistent, but you were tired so it took you a few minutes to cross your apartment to reach the door. You werenât sure what you were expecting to greet you there at 9pm on a wednesday evening, but it sure as hell wasnât Spencer Reid, looking a little damp from the rain.
âIâm glad youâre home. I thought you would be considering you told Penelope you had no plans when you left earlier, but there was always the possibility that you wouldnât be and then I would be stuck out here in the rain again and I wouldnât get to see you and I really needed to see you.â He got the jumble of words out as quickly as he could, not even leaving you enough time to say hello before he was rambling.
âSpencer, slow down. What are you doing here?â You asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Truthfully, youâd spent the last half an hour doing your best not to fall asleep on your couch as you tried to get some reading in, so you weren't exactly the best prepared for guests. Youâd rid yourself of your work clothes as soon as you reached your house, the discarded clothes still laying in a pile in your bedroom, and youâd changed into an oversized t-shirt youâd bought a few years ago that was becoming a bit threadbare with constant use.
âI thought we could talk.â He said and offered no further explanation. It was cold and you wrapped your arms around yourself, but the door was letting in the cold breeze that accompanied the rain so you moved aside and gestured for him to make himself at home.
He took stock of your apartment as he walked in and you felt so exposed as he started taking everything in. He was a profiler, a really good one at that, and he was looking now at your bookshelves, the pictures around your apartment, the little trinkets youâd collected over the years. You should have been squirming under the surveillance of it all, but you almost wanted to show him around, talk him through it all and show you every part of you that he hadnât seen yet. God, you mustâve been crazy.
âSo, what did you want to talk about?â you asked, returning to your seat on your couch and gesturing for Reid to sit down, too. He took up a chair on the opposite side of the room, sitting only on the edge of the seat, body tense and shoulders set in a tight line.
âUs. I thought itâd be best if we set some⌠ground rules you know. After yesterday and the jetâŚâ you sat up then, too and tried not to avoid looking at the mirror you knew was on your shelf, knowing that all youâd see was the crimson staining your face and wondering what he would learn from that.
âYeah⌠Yeah of course, we should talk about that. That sounds⌠smart, I think.â
âI did some research, and apparently we should start with setting boundaries. Things we wonât do, things that would make this easier for us.â
âRight, what kind of⌠boundaries were you thinking?â Your heart was beating out of your chest waiting for him to continue. The sex between you was so easy that you forgot that neither of you was the best at communicating with the other, that your brain seemed to switch off in his presence and refused to turn itself back on until youâd ended up underneath him.
âThere are certain things I wonât do in the bedroom. I donât like being choked and I donâtâŚâ he trailed off, his face going bright red, âI donât like not being in control.â He finally finished, looking very shy for a man who just admitted that he took an exclusively dominant role in the bedroom.
âThatâs fine with me. Just for the sake of transparency, Iâm okay with that. Choking that is. And not being dominant.â You tripped over your words, trying to convey your meaning.
âGreat, thatâs totally great.â You sat there in silence for a few seconds before he spoke again. âIs there anything you wonât do?â
âOh right,â you thought about it for a few seconds and then gave him your reply. âAs exciting as that was yesterday, I think we shouldnât be doing that in the office again. Iâm not⌠against public sex, but Iâd prefer not to get arrested for public indecency by one of our colleagues.â
He nodded vigorously and looked like he was about to say something else, but you continued.
âOther than that, Iâm pretty open. No threesomes though,â You blushed, trying to find the right words to use. âIf weâre going to do this, I donât really want to share you.â
âThatâs a good point. We should be exclusive for however long we do this for. The increased risk of attaining a sexually transmitted disease when actively engaging with two or more sexual partners is around 11%, so itâd be safer for us both to just use each other.â
The way he said it was so clinical that you almost flinched, but he didnât notice your reaction and kept going.
âIs that everything? No other objections?â You thought on his question for a few minutes, and then shook your head.
âNothing I can think of, but maybe we should keep checking in? Just in case, you know.â
âYeah, communication is really important in relationships.â He paused for a second, as if realising what he said. âNot that this is a relationship, in the traditional sense, but every human connection can be described as a relationship, so I guess this is a relationship as well. You know what I mean.â You laughed a little at him then, his over-explaination relaxing you a bit, glad you werenât the only one who was finding this situation unavoidably awkward.
âSpencer, calm down, I understand. Is that all you wanted to discuss?â You look at him with a smile, crossing and uncrossing your legs on the couch, finally falling back into a comfortable position. His eyes trailed down to your legs then, finally taking in your appearance. He raked his eyes up your bare legs, your t-shirt barely hitting the tops of your thighs, his gaze lingering there for a few seconds before he forced himself to meet your eyes again.
âI never did get to pay you back for your help, you know?â He licked his lips, and you felt your pussy clench in anticipation. If this was how you reacted to a simple question, you were well and truly fucked if you thought youâd ever be able to function correctly with him around.
âI said you didnât have to, remember?â You tried to keep your voice even and low, but your body was alert in anticipation now
âBut I want to. Will you let me?â He asked, finally moving himself off of the chair and walking over to you. He knelt at your feet and ran his hands up your still crossed legs, grabbing them and gently coaxing them open.
âPlease, princess, let me show you my appreciation.â he begged you and you nodded, giving in so easily to his pleas.
âUse your words.â He said, still letting you know who was in control of this situation, even if he was below you right now.
âYes, Spencer, yes, you can do it.â His hands were trailing up the inside of your leg now, sending goosebumps up your arms, and growing the pit of desire that was burning for him.
âDo what? You need to tell me exactly what you want, right princess? Isnât that what we discussed?â He placed a chaste kiss to your knee now and your body was begging you to just twine your hands in his hair and press him between your legs.
âSpencer, please use your tongue and make me cum,â you begged him, and his hands instantly moved to pull your panties down. Once heâd rid you of the garments, he hooked his arms under your thighs and pulled you into him, spreading your legs apart and finally looking at you.
âThis wet for me already, princess?â he smiled up at you, a devastatingly sweet smile from his devilish position. You whimpered slightly and he finally, finally lowered his head, extending his tongue and taking his first swipe at your core.
You grabbed at his hair then, but he pulled away, grabbed your hands and pinned them at either side at you with his own and then went down again, beginning to lick and suck at your centre once more.
When he reached your centre, it was all you could do not to buck up into his face, involuntarily fighting his grip so you could get closer still to his tongue, feel even more friction as he drew small circles, before closing his entire mouth around it and giving you all the attention you had been craving since your interruption two days ago.
You knew from your experience in the file room that Spencer was somewhat naturally gifted in the bedroom, but you put that mostly down to the fact that he was a good size and had pretty notable stamina. But now you realised he was probably the best you were ever going to get. Most men youâd been with hadnât even wanted to entertain the idea of giving you head, let alone begged you for the opportunity and then drinking you in like you were the last drop of water in the desert and he was a man parched with thirst.
You writhed and moaned into him, feeling your orgasm gain on you as you felt his pace pick up. Looking down at him and catching his eye was the last thing you could do before your eyes rolled back in pleasure, the smile in his eyes so bright, enjoying having you on his tongue so much that you couldnât handle it anymore.
He didnât pull off of you immediately, letting you ride his face through your orgasm, your thighs squeazing him slightly before he let go of his grip on your hands and pulled himself away from you. You gasped for breath on the sofa, still softly twitching in pleasure, as he lifted himself off the ground.
âYou did so good, princess,â he said patting your head, and you became instantly aware of the painful erection he was sporting through his pants, face to face with it now he was standing up. You opened your mouth, readying yourself to ask for more of him when you heard a phone ring from the other side of the room.
You didnât recognise the ringtone, but it seemed like Reid did, as he dropped a curse and quickly moved himself back to the chair heâd previously occupied and picked it up quickly.
âHotch, what is it?â Spencer murmured into the line, and with that you knew you werenât getting anything else that night. After a short conversation, Reid hung up, and turned to you again.
âWeâve got a case. Youâll probably get the call in a few minutes. We didnât discuss this earlier, but itâs best if no one else finds out about this.â He said, gathering all of his things, as you covered yourself again. You made to pull your panties up your legs again, but he got to them first.
âNo, these are mine now.â He said, so confidently that you just nodded, slightly dumbfounded, and did your best to not pull him back over you again. You were seriously contemplating it, seeing how quickly you could make him cum when another phone rang, and you recognised it as your own.
He petted your hair again, grabbed the last of his things and stuffed your panties inside of his jacket pocket, and said a final goodnight, leaving you to answer the phone alone in your apartment. You sat there subdued in the moment as you realised you were in love with the man, and couldnât do a thing about it.
You were in love with him, and he hadnât even once kissed you.
Thursday
Alaska. The case had taken you all the way to Alaska, and you were suddenly desperate to get back to the rain youâd left behind in Virginia. You were cold and the wetness had seeped into your body from the day traipsing around the dumpsite of your newest unsub and your motel room was cold and you were miserable.
Your motel was small, but still large enough to afford each of you your own room, considering there was no one else passing through town at this time of the year, so you didnât feel bad about turning your light back on at 2am and grabbing the book off your nightstand, hoping it would help lull you to sleep.
Not even five words into the page, a quiet knock interrupted the unending quiet, faint but recognisable from when heâd knocked on your door only the previous night. Your heart raced as you moved to the door and you opened it for him quickly.
âHi,â you said as you saw him there, looking just as cold as you felt.
âHey. My room was cold, and I saw your light onâŚâ he whispered, letting his voice trail off. You opened the door for him and he came in quickly, not waiting to risk anyone seeing the two of you, even if it was the middle of the night.
âYeah, itâs not just you. Iâm one cool draft away from piling all of my luggage over me and hoping it helps me warm up. Youâd think theyâd have extra blankets or something.â
âOh, Iâm sure they did, I saw Prentiss walking up to her room with a pile earlier,â he laughed and you laughed with him, his smile infectious and the temperature leaving you deliriously sleepy.
âYou know, we could probably get warm if we got in together,â he suggested, and before he could explain the science behind it, you jumped at the idea.
âYes, please, Iâm willing to try anything right now.â You dove back under the covers, still wrapped in your fluffy pajamas, lifting up the covers to let him under too. He climbed in after you, and for a second you were wondering if he was just going to lie beside you for a while and then leave when he was warm enough. He quashed those thoughts the second he put his head on the pillow next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him, holding you as if you were a teddy bear.
You couldnât help the giggle that escaped your mouth as his breath tickled the back of your neck, huddling closer into him until your legs were tangled and your chests were flush against each other.
âStop giggling and get some sleep,â he whispered down at you through a smile, his eyes closed, unaware of the look of adoration you couldnât wipe from your face.
âYou know if we really wanted to huddle for warmth, skin-to-skin contact would be much more effective,â you teased him, and he groaned into you, gripping you that much tighter.
âDo not tempt me, Y/N. Itâs 2am and weâre working a case, we need some sleep,â he whispered down at you, but you were enjoying teasing him, so you continued, unrelenting.
âIt didnât take us very long any of the other times, Spencer,â you burrowed your head into his neck so he couldnât see you as you knew he was about to react to your challenge.
âYouâre a brat, you know that right?â he sighed, looking down at the top of your head and waiting for you to meet his eyes, but you just nodded into him, and he rolled his eyes and fell back into a comfortable position, but the insinuation in your words stuck to him. You felt him shift next to you, and started slowly trailing your hand down his chest.
âUnless you really want to be working this case tomorrow on one hour of sleep, Iâd suggest you stop this before you canât anymore,â he growled into your ear.
âI think Iâll take my chances, you say, your hand finally reaching his waistband and snapping it against his skin once, showing him exactly what it was you wanted. He grabbed your hands to stop your movements, but from the way he shifted his weight, you could feel that heâd already taken your words to heart.
âSo fucking desperate for it, canât even leave you alone for twenty-four hours before youâre sticking your hands in my pants, huh, princess?â His voice was a low grumble in your ear, and that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach was back.
âWell, Iâm tired tonight, so how about you show me just how much you want this?â He rolled you over, still pinning your hands with one of his larger ones, and started rolling your pajamas down your legs, just enough to access your pussy.
âTouch yourself, baby, get yourself ready for me,â he let go of your hands now and even in the dark you knew he would be watching your every movement. Lying on your side, you moved one hand down to your clit, beginning to rub slow circles into yourself, letting little gasps and moans escape from your mouth for his benefit.
After a few minutes of touching yourself, getting yourself ready, you reached behind you to Reidâs crotch, fumbling for a second before finally grabbing his dick through his pajamas. He didnât make a sound in protest, so you continued, stroking his half hard dick until he was fully erect for you.
You gathered some of your wetness on your fingers and pushed two of them inside your pussy, stretching yourself out, beginning to synchronise your two hands so youâd both feel the pleasure together. Spencer was still frustratingly silent, not even moving further than he needed to to allow you better access. Desperate for his attention, you decide to tease him a little bit.
âDo you like that, sir?â You feel his dick twitch in your hand, and throwing a glance over your shoulder, you can see that his jaw is clenched. You panic for a second, thinking maybe he wasnât into the pet name youâd just dropped from your lips, but he finally responds.
âYou just keep working hard to make me happy, princess, okay?â He says and you grin in triumph.
âYes, sir.â You respond. Instead of picking up your pace, you decide youâve gone long enough without him inside you so you release him and pull your fingers out of your pussy, licking your juices off your fingers. You push your ass back into position again, lining his tip up with your core as you reach behind you to grab the base of his dick and finally feel him enter you.
Unlike the first time heâd been in you, you didnât want this to end fast. You wanted to feel him filling you up forever, hold him inside of you. You started thrusting back in torurously slow movements, letting him get so far out of you that he feared he was going to fall out and then pushing yourself back on so deep there was nowhere else he could go.
Refusing to pick up the pace, you continue your movements for the next few minutes, but you feel him growing restless beside you. He lets out little hisses each time he feels the cold on his skin, and heâs breathing deeply, hands bawled into the sheets so he doesnât touch you like he promised he wouldnât.
But this feels too much like giving you control, so he starts talking to you again, trying to tease more movement out of you.
âSo content to be filled with my cock, huh, baby? You want to savor it, right?â You whimper at every question, the feeling of him inside you and his gravelly voice driving you insane.
âSuch a little whore, using my dick to get off when you should be sleeping.â Your pace increased after that, your body desperate to show him how eager you were to be taking all of him inside you.
âOh? Thought you wanted to keep it slow tonight, slut, youâre getting sloppier.â You were pushing back fervently now, desperate for release, begging him for more and more until you couldnât take it. Reaching back, you grabbed one of his hands and placed it over your breast, silently begging him to take control.
âShould I give my little whore what she wants?â You simply moaned in reply, unable to do anything else. But that was all he needed and he started matching your thrusts with his own, forcing your pace to increase until your vision was blurry with need.
You were hanging on by a thread now, his fingers rolling the nipple of the breast in his hand around, pinching it hard every few strokes.
âSpencer, Iâm going to cum, Iâm going to cum, please, please, pleaseâŚâ you had no idea what you were begging him for, but it seemed like he did, unrelenting in his thrusts.
âItâs okay baby, you can do it. You have my permission.â Once again, you came undone in his arms, and he wasnât far behind. You fell asleep there in his arms, not even bothering to clean yourself off or make him pull out, just the two of you holding each other on a cold night.
When you woke up, he was gone, and even though you knew it was what was best, you still felt a little crack in your heart start to form.
Friday
It had been over a week since Spencer had sneaked into your room in Alaska and he hadnât touched you since. With the case in full swing, you hadnât had the time to sneak off together, and the hotel had since fixed their heating system after a few timely complaints from Rossi and Prentiss, so you had no excuses to gravitate to each other either.
You were back from Alaska now though, and stuffed into a booth at your favorite bar with your team for a post-case celebration. The booth was round, and you were stuck in the middle with nowhere to move, flanked on either side by Morgan and JJ, who respectively had Reid and Prentiss on either side of them, Garcia, currently at the bar, rounding out the bunch.
âOkay, one round of shots for my favorite team of Special Supervisory Agents, and the Good Doctor of course - do not try to back out of this, itâs happening.â Garcia returned with six shots of tequila and you winced. Youâd never drank tequila and come out unscathed.
âPenelope I love you, but you know what tequila does to me,â you groan, trying to blink back the memories of the last time the poison had passed your lips. Youâd been out on a girls night out, and after a few rounds of tequila and not a care in the world, youâd started answering any and every question the girls had put to you like you were under the influence of a truth serum.
âExactly, sweetie, and itâs because I know that I want you to drink up, youâve been secretive these last couple of days and I want to get to the bottom of it.â
âWhat happens when you drink, Y/N?â Reid asked. You could heart the curiosity in his voice, and like everytime youâd felt his attention on you in the last week and a half, your chest thumped painfully, trying to burst from your chest and reach out to him.
âOh, it was hilarious. She was a venerable chatterbox, and she was so open with her opinions on everything. She was answering every question with the cutest sincerity.â Garcia filled him in on the details and you wanted to melt into the couch.
âWe asked her what drink she wanted next and she monologued for ten minutes about some of the different choices on the menu and whether she thought they would taste good.â JJ continued.
âAnd when we asked more probing questions, sheâd start by saying âIâm only telling you this because itâs you three and I love you,ââ Emily finished for them.
Thankfully, the three of them had noticed that you were quite a bit past it that day, and that they shouldnât be really asking you anything inappropriate that youâd regret answering. You were especially thankful for it now though, as you could only imagine the things youâd say about Reid if your tongue loosened. About how he felt when he was inside you, about how heâd given you the best orgasm of your life, about how you were in love with him and afraid that if you told him youâd never have him in your arms again.
âOne shot wonât hurt, Y/N. You had like five last time before you started spouting wisdom, whatâs the worst that one could do?â You sighed, knowing that you couldnât say no to Penelope Garcia, and thinking that maybe you didnât even want to.
âOkay, one shot, and no more.â You grabbed the salt and the lime, got ready for your shot as the others did the same, and then with one quick tip up, it was burning a trail down your throat.
âGreat, now that thatâs finished, Iâm going to get us some real drinks, any requests?â After a few shouts for beers and cocktails, Prentiss left the table and went to order the next round.
âHow about a game?â Garcia suggested innocently enough, âmaybe two truths, one lie? Truth or dare?â You rolled your eyes at her probing, knowing that she only had good intentions. Sheâd checked in on you a few times during your time in Alaska as well, after you started moping about the loss of Reid in your bed. It had only been the fact that heâd made you promise to keep your relationship to yourselves that had stopped you from spilling everything to Garcia the morning you woke up and realised he was gone.
âBaby girl, youâre scaring the kid,â Morgan laughed from his place at your side, and you breathed a sigh of relief, until he opened his mouth again. âThat being said, is there something you need to get off your chest, Y/N? Youâve been acting all sad recently.â
âIâm fine! Totally fine, just not getting enough sleep, I think.â
âOh, is it nightmares? Weâve all had them, I think itâs part of the job description now.â Emily returned with the drinks and latched on to the end of your conversation.
âNot nightmares, mostly dreams if Iâm being honest,â you sighed out, unable to catch yourself as she handed you your drink. You cursed yourself as you looked up to see the grin on her face.
âY/N Y/L/N, are you telling me that youâve been running on minimum hours of sleep because youâve been getting some action?â Whenever Emily full-named you, you felt like a little kid being pulled into a principal's office. You gulped and sent her a panicked look, unable to deny but not wanting to say another word. From the corner of your eye, you tried to catch Reidâs reaction to all of this. He was nursing his drink on the sidelines, not saying anything, but a small twitch in the corner of his mouth filled in the gaps for him.
âOh, thatâs my girl.â Emily whistled at you from the other side of the table, and for the next half hour you did your best to melt into the table and not make eye-contact with Reid.
Eventually, Morgan made his way to the bar to start flirting with some girls, and JJ, Emily and Prentiss made their way to the dancefloor, leaving you and Reid alone at the table. Theyâd tried to convince you to get up with them, but youâd convinced them to leave you behind, with promises to join them shortly.
âSo, youâre a truthful drunk, then?â Reid asked. Heâd moved closer to you when Morgan had exited the booth, but not close enough to draw anyone's attention. Now with the girls gone too, he took his chances and pushed up against your side, your thighs touching, and his arm resting on the back of the booth.
âDonât start, I barely survived that with my life, Reid, now they think Iâm seeing someone,â you groaned into your hands.
âYou are seeing someone. Granted itâs just me, and its not what they thinkâŚâ he trailed off, still staring at you with that smile on his lips, but you barely noticed burying your head further into your hands. It was almost infuriating that he didnât know that heâd never be âjustâ anything to you.
âNot helping, Reid.â He chuckled and took another swig of his drink. Obviously the alcohol was starting to have some effect on him, because when he returned his glass to his coaster, the hand that was holding it fell directly onto your thigh. With his other arm practically wrapped around your shoulders, and this movement now, you could only imagine that the two of you looked like a couple having an intimate discussion to anyone walking past.
âWhat are you doing, Spencer?â You panic a bit, worrying that any second a coworker of yours would catch sight of the two of you and realise just who youâd been dreaming about these past few days. But your back was to the booth and it wasnât in their line of sight at all.
âOh, itâs Spencer again, is it? Thought you liked calling me sir,â he whispered in your ear and the feeling of his hot breath on your neck was enough to disable the brain cells that remained.
âSpencer!â You hissed under your breath at him, the heat rising in your cheeks. âCan we not do this here?â You asked, exasperated.
âWould you prefer to do this at my apartment, or yours instead? Or your car is outside, if you just want to get straight to it.â You werenât used to this from him. Sure he was dominant when you were in the middle of the act, but before and after he was almost ten times more awkward than usual. But with a bit of liquid courage, heâd had you trapped in a corner, unable to escape, and not caring who saw you.
âSpencer, theyâre going to see us. That was the rule, they canât see us.â You whispered in a low voice, not wanting to take it any higher, despite the pounding music in the bar.
âAnd they wonât but you need to answer me baby, my place, your place or your car?â Your heart-race picked up as you saw the serious expression on his face. He needed this. Needed you so badly, that he couldnât even wait for a natural exit, needing to carry you off to the nearest convenient location and have his way with you. You realised in that moment that you would drop anything just to give him what he needed.
âCar.â You said, letting go of your worries, and just letting him take care of the situation.
âPerfect, princess. Now, youâre going to lean on my arm and act like you have a headache while I go and make our excuses to the others, okay? Do not say a word, and maybe Iâll give you a nice reward, how does that sound?â You nodded vigorously at his instructions, suddenly very excited for whatever he had in store for you.
You stumbled your way to the dancefloor, tracking down Garcia and the others as Spencer informed them of your condition. The three of them tried to ask you questions, but you were sure that Spencer was serious about that reward, so you kept your mouth shut, leaning against Reid innocently and just nodding your head at the appropriate times. Morgan was still chatting at the bar, and Reid gave him a nod on the way out, knowing that heâd soon be filled in as well, and you were suddenly out the door.
âGood job, princess, you did so good for me in there.â He cooed into your ear as he guided you back to your own car. Unlocking the doors, he threw your bag into the front seats and immediately climbed into the back, pulling you along with him by your hand.
He pulled you over him, making you straddle him. You knew he wasnât going to take his time with you, not here, but that didnât matter. You needed it just as much as he did. You wondered for a second if his reward was going to finally be him pressing his lips to yours. Youâd changed into a short skirt before joining your friends at a bar, that material so tight over your ass and thighs that in your new position, he didnât even have to move it out of the way to gain access to you, having already ridden up all the way to your stomach.
âSo beautiful baby. If you need to stop for whatever reason, you need to tap my shoulder here two times, okay?â You were confused about the introduction of a new safety gesture, but when he wrapped one of his hands around your neck and squeezed just as he starting rubbing your soaking cunt you suddenly realised it was necessary.
The strong grip on your throat was limiting your breath, the lack of oxygen you were getting intensifying every stroke he made. It was only a few minutes before he was pushing a finger into you, and beginning to pump it in and out quickly. You grabbed at the arm attached to your throat, using it for balance as you used your remaining energy to grind down desperately into his hand. He stilled his movements then, letting you use his hand to get off, humping yourself into him like a bitch in heat.
âYou said you liked this, but if Iâd have known you meant this much, Iâd have done this much sooner.â He tightened his grip around your throat a little bit, still doing his best not to hurt you. You were seeing stars now, the car windows were fogged up from your desperate pants, and you were so close to just finishing right there on his hand.
You felt your vision go black as you finally tipped over the edge, tapping his shoulder quickly as you felt your orgasm rip through you. He instantly let go of you and caught you in his arms, wrapping them around you, and instantly doing everything to make sure you were okay.
âWhatâs wrong, are you okay? Did I squeeze too hard?â There was a panic in his tone, but you let your breathing even out before you replied, content with the feeling of him stroking your hair as your head rested against his chest.
âItâs okay, Spencer, it was just getting a little bit too intense for me, is allâŚâ you let out a small yawn then and nuzzled into him in the backseat, your eyes drooping closed.
âPrincess, Iâm going to get you home now, okay? No more tonight.â He whispered sweetly into your hair, as you fell asleep in his arms once again. The last thing you felt before you fell under was his lips press a sweet kiss to the top of your head.
Saturday
When you woke up again, you knew you were in his arms, and your heart practically sang at the contact. Your eyes opened and there he was, next to you in your bed, face inches from yours, arms wrapped tightly around you and legs tangled in yours.
You stared at him for a few moments, not wanting to wake him and shatter the peace with awkward exits, not wanting to distance yourself from him for even a second. Your eyes drank all of him in. His messy hair, his long, delicate eyelashes, his lips. You found yourself staring at them for more than a few moments.
What would they feel like pressed into yours? You tried to bury the thought, but you just couldnât. He was asleep, and youâd not talked about kissing when youâd discussed things you wouldnât do. It was human nature to be curious, but the need to know him, to experience him and everything he had was consuming you from the inside, and you couldnât help yourself.
Just as you were about to let your impulses control your movements and press a kiss to his lips, you felt him stir next to you, instantly snapping your eyes shut and laying as still as possible as he roused himself from sleep.
You felt him shift, but you could hear nothing over the sound of your heart beating in your ears. Did he know you were awake? Was he going to leave without waking you? Was he going to try to wake you up?
You felt his fingers against your cheek now, tracing a faint line down your face, and then he did something unexpected, and he cupped your face in his hand, and you felt him growing closer and closer until you felt the softest of touches against your lips and realised that he was finally kissing you.
Completely forgetting you were supposed to be asleep, you responded to his kiss, angling your head to better match his and pushing your lips back into his as he made to depart, encouraging him to keep going. He did, with each connection of your lips growing more and more passionate and loving, and like if he was given the chance heâd never stop holding you there in that moment. He only pulled away when he ran out of breath, and you were thankful that he did, as when you opened your eyes, the sight of him robbed you of yours too.
âGood morning, princess.â He whispered, tenderly, letting his forehead come to rest on yours, pressing another chaste kiss to your nose as he did so, and drawing out a giggle from you.
âGood morning, Spencer.â He drops another kiss to your lips then, almost as if now that heâs started he canât stop.
âSpencer, please, why are you so touchy this morning?â you giggle up at him between kisses.
âI donât know, you just looked so beautiful, is that a crime?â He smiles at you agan, continuing his kisses down your neck.
âWeâve never kissed before,â you vocalise your fear, and he stopped his movements before you could rush to backtrack.
âWe havenât? Oh god, we havenât,â his eyes go wide as he looks down at you, his expression mirroring yours. âShit, Iâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I just assumed after everything these past two weeks that weâd kissed at some point.â
âNo, no, itâs okay, donât apologise,â you try to speak, but he keeps going, rushing to get the words out all at once.
âI think I was misremembering kissing you, maybe I thought my dreams were real or something, so if I overstepped a boundary or something about this makes you uncomfortable, say the word and Iâll never do it again.â There was a ringing in your ears as you took in his words.
âYou dreamed about kissing me?â you asked in a whisper, almost scared to hear the answer. He struggled to find the right words to say for a moment, but then he nodded.
âI thought youâd have guessed by now from my enthusiasm about all of this,â he replied, still holding you, his hands hot on your waist.
âWait, Spencer, for how long?â
âPromise you wonât be freaked out?â He groaned, looking like heâd rather bury his face in your pillows than admit what he was about tp.
âI promise, now spill.â
âSince you joined the team. Like since the exact second. I saw you when you walked in and it was like a bomb went off in my head or something, and I had to avoid you for most of that first day so you didnât notice I was being a creep and just imagining what it would feel like to kiss you.â The grin on your face grew with each of his words, hope sprouting there and taking root.
âGod, Spencer, I thought you were uncomfortable around me. I thought you hated me a little because I threw off the group dynamic!â you laughed at your own stupidity now, raking a hand through your hair as his behaviour became more understandable, now.
âNo, god no. It does take me a little bit of time to warm up to change, Iâll admit, but by the end of the first week, the change I was imagining what our kids would look like.â You froze with his words, and the roots in your heart grew deeper, twining around themselves and holding you with a fervid strength.
âKids?â was the only word you managed to gasp out, as Spencer realised what heâd said.
âFuck⌠That is, I didnât mean to⌠It was just a stupid thought, if you donât feel the same way, itâs totally fine.â
âFeel what way, Spencer?â you had to hear it from his lips, had to hear the words you so desperately needed.
âY/N, you have to know by now that Iâm obsessed with you. I canât get enough of you, Iâve been following you around like a lost puppy for the last two weeks. Iâm completely devoted to you, Y/N. I love you.â The flower in your chest bloomed, and the tears from your eyes spilled to water it.
âDonât cry, please donât cry,â he kissed the tears away from your cheeks, happy to continue showing you his adoration from earlier, but you pulled him away, needing to look him in the eye when you said it.
âSpencer, I love you, too. Maybe I didnât realise as soon as you did, but somewhere in my subconscious I was so aware of you, I wanted your approval so badly, wanted you to smile and laugh with me the way you were with the rest of the team. Iâve spent this last week with the words stuck in my throat because I thought you couldnât possibly feel the same, because Spencer you deserve all the love in the world.â Your tears were free flowing now, with your confession, and you could see some moisture forming in his as well.
The two of you didnât need to say anything more after that, your lips doing all the communicating for you.
These kisses were different, so much deeper, more romantic, more needy. He moved his leg over you and pressed some of his weight down into you, wrapping you in his warmth. He pulled away from your lips to continue further down your neck. Each time he pulled away, he whispered a confession into your skin.
âSpencer, I want to feel you inside of me, please.â You moaned into his touch, and he quickly agreed. Now that you two knew you had each other, you wanted to waste no time. He was hard already, having woken up with the perfect reason to hold you. He carefully lifted your legs up and apart, giving himself all the space he needed to make love to you.
âGod, youâre so perfect for me,â he said, pausing to spit down on your pussy, spreading the wetness with his heavy cock. He sat there rubbing himself against you for a few minutes, his lips having reconnected with yours, swallowing every moan you made, along with any he couldnât control from himself.
The two of you were so lost in each other, in the moment, that it felt like it lasted forever. With one last rub to your sensitive areas, he lined himself up with your hole, and slowly lowered himself in. Encouraging you to hold your knees up into a tighter position, he grabbed your hips and began setting a relentless pace. It wasnât the slow sensual fuck from your motel room, or even the hard and fast mess of your first time in the file room, but somewhere in the middle. You could feel the passion and the love he held for you in his kisses, and the lust you had cultivated over the weeks in each thrust, and it was driving you absolutely crazy.
âYes, Spencer just like that, fuck,â you moaned out when he finally moved away from your lips, pressing his mouth into your neck again and biting down. It wasnât hard enough to break the skin, but just hard enough that the pain heightened your pleasure.
With each thrust, your arms became weaker and weaker, your legs shaking furiously as he gave you all of him.
âCome on baby, just a few more, you can hold out for a few more,â he whispered in your ear, licking and sucking at the place heâd left his bite mark.
âI donât think I can, I donât think I can for musch longer, Spencer, please,â you whimpered your arms falling away from your legs. He replaced yours with his, pushing your body further into the bed, doing all the work and letting you just experience it.
âOkay, baby, you did great, you think you can come on my cock now, baby?â He asked and you immediately nodded, feeling the tell-tale bubbling of your orgasm beginning to rush through you. Your whole body stiffened as you screamed, his pace unrelenting as he rode you through the orgasm. He moved one hand down to your clit, rubbing you through it and keeping you sensitive, and even though youâd just had one of the most powerful orgasms of your life, you knew he meant to make you do it again.
âThatâs my girl, taking me so well. I love you, sweetie, youâre doing so perfect for me,â you gasped and moaned into his ear, unable to think for the twitching in your cunt, driven slowly insane by the sensitivity.
âIâm almost there, baby, gonna fill your cunt with my seed.â He grunted in your ear, grabbing either side of your neck in his hands, resting his forehead against yours and thrusting harder and harder into you. You felt the second wave start to hit then, more drawn out than the first as he did his best to breed you, to plant himself firmly inside of you. He lasted only a few more thrusts before his hips stilled, bottomed out inside of you, and you felt rope after rope of his cum spurt into you.
âFuck, princess, I love you.â He pressed another quick kiss y=to your lips, but you were whimpering from the continued contact now, and he quickly pulled out. He stopped to watch his cum drip out of you, knowing that heâd fully claimed you now, that you were his forever, and, resisting the urge to push into you again, left to grab something to clean you up with.
You laid there, gently coaxing your legs back into a comfortable position until he came back. He cleaned you up, bundled you up in some fresh pajamas, and returned you to the bed, wrapping you up in his arms once again, almost as if nothing had happened.
âItâs saturday, so we can just relax for the rest of the day, okay, princess?â You hid your face in his chest and nodded your approval, gently shutting out the rest of the world. It was you and him now, everyday of the week it was you and him.
Sunday
After two weeks of constant attention, you had to set a boundary with your new boyfriend very quickly, and you chose breakfast on the sunday morning to do it.
âSpencer, you know I love you, right?â you opened the conversation, filling up his coffee mug as he set the small table in the corner of your kitchen.
âYes, you said it 246 times yesterday. I said it 274 times, but whose keeping count, right?â You laughed at him, and pulled him into a hug quickly, pressing a chaste kiss onto his lips.
âI love you, but we need to talk again.â You smiled up at him, trying your best to keep your poker face as you threatened to crack seeing his eyebrows knit together.
âDid I do something wrong?â he quickly asked, but you stroked his hair reassuringly, signaling for him to just listen to you.
âI really like my job, you know. I like working out in the field.â You smiled up at him, watching his confusion deepen.
âBut if you keep fucking me like Iâm a little whore everyday of the week, itâs only going to be a matter of time until I canât walk, you know?â
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emotionally charged sex ă zhongli
â Ë âš . morax fakes his death to escape the erosion that would otherwise eat his soul and spirit. to have his plan succeed, he had to keep it secret even from you, his beloved of many years. now that itâs revealed to you, you approach zhongli after he unexpectedly shows up in liyue harbour after days you spent on mourning him.
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This felt like a betrayal. The worst kind.
The afternoon sun was the witness of your meltdown as it seeped through the intricate timberwork of the windows, liquid gold pouring on the floors and turning dust into diamonds dancing in the stuffy air moved only by your screams and wails. A heartbreaking serenade to the one and only you thought dead â standing before you like a pillar of stone, accepting the tantrum and tears thrown at him.
To see his extended cobalt hands, now, of all times, feels more like a curse, a violent reminder that you cannot compare to his longevity, to his wisdom. If heâs not willing to share his plans with you, youâre no different from any of his servants, any of the people of Liyue. A little fickle of life along the shining thread of history, nothing more than a name that appears and disappears when the time comes.
If this is the treatment you get after being told youâre the most precious gem laid upon his open palms, his one and only, the other half heâs been missing for centuries before he has finally found you, then whatâs the point of feeling these heavy sobs inside your lungs? Whatâs the point of moving, of looking, of trying when it can all be gone in an instant?
To be together with him.
Zhongli, Morax, Rex Lapis, Geo Archon⌠No matter the title, no matter the name, you know him for who he is.
For heâs someone you love.
He draws his touch down your body, his carbon fingers leaving a golden dust along their path as they sink into the soft side you so willingly arch to get the most out of the fleeting contact. Such apology will not work on you, but heâs aware. Heâs not trying to make you forgive him, no. What is stirring within his cunning mind is to make you submit once again to his rule and deem him as godlike, as you wonât focus any more on the commotion caused by his faked death. Oh, he may listen later in delight to your complaints that he should not use his divinity against you this way. To prove you still love him beneath the disappointed visage.
Unavoidable sensation that blooms from his bones whenever he sees you like that â frustrated and on the verge of tears â still clinging to the might and the faint glow of his geo powers like a lost soul towards the light. Heâs a little unserious about it, a tiny guilty pleasure he excuses whenever he has the time to annoy you, as if you two werenât bound by the contract older than some riverbeds cutting through the plains.
Seems like you also forget about it in such heated moments as this one.
The hollowness left after he draws his touch away has you pursue him with your hips, chasing the bittersweet heat of his palms pressed flat against your chest, close to the steaming heart that lives inside your ribcage.
âAh, so I was right, in the end?â He smiles faintly, eyes shining softly, no strong emotions found in his voice. âMissing me dearly these past few days, were you? A loyal thing you are, maybe even the most loyal.â
âMy Archon, you cannot simplyâ no, this is exactly what is hurting me the most. That you can fool everyone into believing you are gone. Even meâŚâ How can you maintain the discussion when your voice breaks down at the selfish thought of what he may think of you?
Are you not overstepping, claiming that you are more important than the precious people of Liyue? Or is this exactly where you should hold your ground, reminding your Archon, your dear man in this life, that he should love you more?
âI wish you had told me about it first⌠I want to help you. But all Iâve been doing these past few days is trying to digest the news you have given me⌠too late.â
âLove,â His voice wraps around you like a dark silk, strong yet so gentle with you as if youâre his beloved vase made of paper-thin glass.
How tacky of him to consider such endearment out of nowhere will work on you instead of stirring your anger further into a frenzy.
Silent, giving him the benefit of doubt, you let him continue.
âDonât cry, my love. I should have thought better before withholding this burden from you. I needed to do it in order to keep you all safe.â
The very next moment, his hold is on your face, soft enough not to leave marks, but also steady enough to sink into the swell of your cheeks. A careful thumb sweeps the skin under your eye, his gaze a blazing gold melting the glossy surface, bringing out the scent of salt â the forevermore bittersweet memory of one of the gods you two used to invite to sit by the same table, no longer here â and thin wet trails that form even when you squeeze your eyelids shut.
âI know you mustâve been worried.â His voice is silky as always, as if speaking through layers of fine fibre he himself weaved with his obsidian hands. âI firmly believe you trust me enough to understand that I did what was necessary. And that I intend to repay each hour youâve spent fretting for my life.â
The intention is pure, yes. With the last breath uttered with the finished sentence, he leans in to kiss you. A chaste gesture, like a greeting, rather than a confession of centuries old desire. No teeth, no tongue â the undying devotion lingers in the press of lips on yours. Itâs an intimate promise to correct the misjudged solitude heâs mistakenly given you.
At first youâre taken aback by his behaviour, your gaze following him, along with your body when he leans back and into the cushions behind him, a river pulling you with the current.
His silken touch dances over your skin, setting sparks as they go down to your jawline and towards your neck, palm slowly settling around the curve of your throat.
âIs this my punishment? To endure your kind caresses with a heart that is still furious?â You whisper in a tame voice, asking for more.
Though you wish to appear unbothered, it still hurts. The golden serpent you are, slithering to make your way into his arms, contradicting the words hanging in the stuffy air between your mouths.
You crave him.
Even if you want to make him feel guilty, you still have been missing him too much to pass up on this opportunity to have him closer, to feel his skin on yours again.
âThatâs exactly what I had in mind.â Zhongli nods in a short move, observing your reactions.
When you donât push him away, his smile grows warmer, stretching lips and taking away the focus from those smouldering golden eyes you often fall into like a rabbit in a trap.
âWill you let me make it up to you? To be reminded how much you mean to me, so that we can share in happiness once more.â
âYes. You betterâŚâ
The touch of his kiss lingers there, though youâre no longer aware of it as he prolongs the contact with your cheek â rough like granite despite his gentle nature â and you cannot but laugh a little at the idea of an ancient dragon trying to seduce you into forgiveness.
How do you not notice his scaly hands undoing the ribbons holding your robes in place, piece by piece, until he has access to your naked skin?
Your nervous laughter stirs an emotion in him, pulling him out of this feigned playfulness, and he exhales.
Amidst the desperate breaths losing rhythm, escape words you two shared twice, maybe thrice in the past millennium. They ring within your mind, pleasured moans like prayers for him, mixed with your faint hisses and mutters of his titles. Itâs a perfect calligraphy written on the wall of your hearts that separates you from others, because youâre no one but his â whether you live as his servant or his lover.
Always marked with his name, carved into your flesh.
With the growing desire and your fingers running up and down his sides, catching on the growing scales from beneath the tunic, swelling his slender body into a dominant entity, you grab onto his marbled muscles, suddenly aware of the difference that he assesses between your silhouettes. That is he whoâs given an ability to shapeshift, to mould his visage into whatever he desires; you remain the same, forever easy to spot for his aureate irises.
âOh? Do I sense a preference for roughness this time?â He says in a mirthful tone, placing his hand over yours when you try to adjust your touch. âWhy the rush?â
âYour arroganceâ no, I will not indulge your humours.â You sigh with a pout as you shift closer, thighs snug around his waist, fists riding up his shoulders, opening up the tunic in the process. âFirst you must satisfy me before I consider remission.â
Thereâs a fond laugh that comes from his throat, pushing a tiny puff of warm air on your face. âAh, so weâve come to terms. Does it mean I have your permission to please you however I want?â
You freeze at the notion he presents, because it could be both your favourite game and a way to completely break your mind and body when he inevitably slips into his lustful fantasy. Of course, you donât oppose such ideas when your own vision for the upcoming events is based on similar principles, but the doubt makes you narrow your eyes at him.
âI allow it.â
âMy myâŚâ His lips touch your earlobe, a chuckle stirring deep in his chest when he hears you whine and feels you squirm in his lap, âYou really do desire for something out of the ordinary, donât you?â
As soon as you open your mouth, Zhongli kisses you, over and over again, down the neck, nibbling on your collarbone while his teeth shape into fangs and his tongue lengthens as it traces a damp trail down your jugular. Soon the sharpness starts to graze your skin, along with the clawed fingers brushing over the front of your body, hard enough to leave vivid lines and slight scratch marks where they got tangled under the flimsy silk of your garment. Yet you only exhale, heated, temperature rising.
The light chafe from his touches sends shivers down your spine as the next follows.
âF-feels niceâŚâ You whisper into the thick air, relaxing, gradually growing needier with every drag of his fingers along your sides, hugging you so tightly that he may as well become one. âMore, I want more of you.â
But no matter how sweetly you plead, thereâs no rush to his movement. As if heâs calculating every next step in advance, he brings you into a proper embrace, two living beings pressed together â oh how you can feel his heartbeat on your own, matching the rhythm, powerful enough to echo through your ribcage.
When you lay your head on his shoulder, thereâs a faint scent of sandalwood emanating from his collarbones. Or maybe itâs the pungent fragrance of the osmanthus wine youâd found him earlier sipping on? Either way, it wraps you up in comfort, enough to dull your senses and not notice a curious touch sneaking between your legs, playfully groping any curve and any angle along the way, squeezing the softness like to measure if youâre still relaxed in his arms.
âYouâve made me worried I would have to take hours to prepare youâŚâ Zhongli says as he hears you exhale heavily, followed by a tiny whine from you when his fingers slowly rub the wetness sticking to the delicate folds. âBut youâre wet like never before.â
âOh, it isâ!â You move your hips closer, instinctively seeking out more friction â more of anything heâs willing to give.
Just a little. PleaseâŚ
Maybe then heâll slide his hand further in, though instead of listening to your silent request, he whispers about your pussy getting so excited when heâs not around for a while and then back for you to touch him.
The amused voice causes a fire to engulf your face, making you feel how a fresh wave of embarrassment stirs your heart and muddles your mind even more than his palm cupping your mound.
You clutch onto his shoulders and bury your head deeper into his collarbone, letting him lift your hips up and drag a long finger down your slit â something so insignificant to him, yet it has you clenching your thighs and grab tighter, desperate for more, more, more. Enough of that teasing, the fleeting caresses. What you need is to feel him as real and might like stone, pressing on your body with all his weight. But the good and loyal servant you are, you wantonly yelp as he pokes at your entrance, coaxing out of it another rush of wetness.
He shushes you and brings his free hand over your mouth, placing the heel of his palm under your chin, then tilts your head up to watch you. Heâs excited to see you squirming and thrashing about in his arms as soon as he plays around your hole, pulls your folds apart and together again.
You inhale harshly through your nose, drooling on the elegant fist that smells faintly of tea leaves as he stops â bringing you down to sit on the growing erection under the half-undressed robes you tried to tear off his fragrant body. Thereâs nothing to hide from him, no need to disguise the obvious lust dwelling in the quivering breaths when you assess the hefty girth rising underneath your needy cunt. Youâre one motion away from making him take his clothes off completely, reveal all the darkness and amber-coloured scales along with the striking yellow irises gazing into your eyes.
But what about you?
You shudder and arch your back when he pulls you closer, almost dropping onto the hard bulge beneath. Itâs so difficult to control the desperate jerks of your hips. Delirious before he even takes care of you properly, you use all your strength to bring him down to his knees, messily roll down on the floor together. And he laughs! Laughs at the way you cross your legs behind his back, at how wet youâre making his clothes â eager and loud, almost hissing at him to make up for everything.
The throbbing in your abdomen becomes unbearable. The tension is growing as soon as you feel something coiling around your calf â one of the ribbons holding his robe, now untied and playfully wrapped to squeeze you there. Thatâs not all of it, no, not with the lustful god who has nothing else but time to waste. He gets comfortable enough to pull out his cock and leave it hanging just above your tense stomach whilst his eyes are busy taking in the visage of yours; mouth hanging open, frenzied, and burning with impatience.
He smiles, and you laugh when you finally, finally get what you want â he pushes himself inside. The feeling of being stretched to the fullest is like no other; it feels almost like the first time you two laid together. Itâs a strange kind of happiness to look at his face and see him equally satisfied with the way your warm insides fit his girth.
A pleasure beyond any comparison, unified and shared, because youâre always getting too easily and too wet for him in no time, as if always ready to expect him to change into a dragon of Cor Lapis. Heâs still human, though, and you whine to spur him to change, at least partially.
Zhongli takes you fast and hard, desperate even, sliding back and forth until his forehead touches yours. His mouth finds yours once again, teeth tugging at your lower lip, but it doesnât last long before he has to break the kiss, throwing his head back, grunting. The more he moves his hips, the louder his breaths turn into growls, slow and deep. Heâs way too impatient, despite all the games and pleasantries from earlier, grinding his pelvis against yours, missing you just as much as you have missed him.
Soon enough he finds a rhythm that suits him the most â needy, to say it the simplest way. His hand is under your nape, another one reaching down to massage your thigh, just for a few seconds until he allows the pleasure to consume him whole andâ
It is pure bliss to hear him moan your name into your neck, and the gold in his veins shimmers brightly.
Then it comes, the best part of your shared intimacy; that strange and unique sensation when the black emblems of his geo powers spiral up his arms, marking the insides of his wrists, clavicles, fanning out on the sides of his neck. The intensity of the sensation varies, from an intense ache when he decides to pull out and ram back inside you in one swift motion to the sharp pain when he clutches your waist, shifting you lower onto his pulsating cock.
Dizzy from pleasure, but instead of relishing in it, you think how easily you couldâve lost itâŚ
âNo, please, donât leave me!â You sob, stricken again with the image of his lifeless body, the always springy serpent body limp against the stone courtyard. An icy blade of a vision amidst the waves of intimate warmth.
âIâm deep inside you. Canât you feel it well enough?â
âCloser. Deeper, pleaseâŚâ
He forces a kiss on your lips and then does exactly as you wish, pushing himself fiercely into your slick flesh. Balls snugly pressed, taut and heavy, to your skin, just as his girth carves your insides to its form. Throbbing fullness swirls into the all-consuming sensation that throbs down to your toes and tips of fingers, melting in the touch of his sharpened nails.
Like molten gold enveloping whatever itâs poured onto, you cling to him with an incessant longing drawing from your heart. Enough to ignore the subtle abrasions covering your inner thighs when they repeatedly brush the chocolate carbon scales of his waist.
As you see stars and the landscape of Liyue bathed in the hues of red and orange from beyond the terrace, a waning moon, your skin burning with love marks where he nibbled and sucked.
Like a serpentine shadow of a dragon, Zhongli looms over you with his broad shoulders and rich features as you lay spent on the floor, among the dishevelled garments and cushions, leaning to the railing of the seating to gain some composure back, adjusting to having his cock sheathed wholly.
A coy smile peeks from behind the silk fan of your lashes, peering up at him. He holds your cheek tenderly, praising you with a soft hum of satisfaction for having taken him well.
But, of course, you ask him if he thinks this is enough to make up for your temporary separation. To have his soothing voice narrate that the few days felt like forever. You listen with closed eyes and trembling fingers, awed by how this man could have stayed silent about his plan â now a string of compliments weeping down his elegant lips to heal your worries with a honey layer of love.
The thorns still dig into your soul when you realise the permanence of the pain heâs caused you.
But that doesnât matter right now.
What matters is the bond you share as the burning gaze from beneath the mahogany silk of hair rakes over your body and the shallow gasps you take to soothe the invasion in your lower belly.
âA struggle is what I see. Such a sweetling you are, brave in words yet shaking like a leaf as you try to act as if my cock doesnât ravage your insides.â Zhongli remarks with a mocking tone, though his eyes twinkle with kindness when you roll yours at him. âNeed I remind you, my love, that itâs you who has called upon me deeper?â
But now, with him having grown significantly in size, youâre still considering how much of a challenge this could become. Still, his affection makes your heart throb with want. And, again, you find yourself following the dangerous path leading to the eternity he offers you, with eyes wide open.
You ask him to thrust deeper, pulling his shoulders closer until your fingers sink into the tough substance that is his muscle. A mellow yelp comes from your throat as you feel the heat he radiates overpower your whole body, eclipsing the autumn wind and bringing the smell of dry leaves and bark â reminding you that it was him who shaped the entirety of your shared homeland.
And even if Liyue changes over time, the sight youâre granted tonight is one for your memories only, because no matter how long you may live, no mortal has seen their beloved god like this. Lustful, glimmering like a star from the sheen of sweat covering his proud chest. For years, heâs held back from not turning into this form in your company, to keep the essence of Rex Lapis still here for you to admire in awe. A feat which you praise with your uncertain kisses that grow messy as soon as his hand wraps around your waist and pulls you back on his shaft. The warm stretch you feel once more between your thighs makes you tilt your head; see how he disappears inside you.
You wail and take the best of this position, arms wrapped around his neck, giving him full control over the speed and force behind the push. You guide him with your heels pressing to his lower back, rubbing the smooth scales as if they were his clothes. But it seems like this gesture spurs him to repeat the movements even faster and deeper, pushing you onto the hard floor â body rocking to the rhythm he dictates.
âTake it as my token of gratitude for having allowed me this chance to relish you anew,â Zhongli mutters in a hoarse voice as his tongue flicks between your parted lips.
Promising words mingle with the filthy sounds of arousal. And when the images of a few hours ago become blurry and fade away, you notice the ancient dragon gazing down at you from the embrace of his ruddy horns. Itâs those beady golden eyes that shift into bright crimson from time to time, overrun with passion, as they observe your body with greed. How your own skin is now a canvas for his letters drawn by his fangs and talons, decorating every curve, every sensitive spot â each causing you to flutter and clench around his cock, hungry to claim your being.
And all this time he would laugh at your obvious attempts to catch his eyes, sending a shiver up your spine, kissing you in between praises, from time to time mumbling against your plump lips, âI could spend the eternity like this. In you.â
âYou say this now, but what I need to hear is that you will respect me when it comes down to another serious decision.â You hum out in a tired voice, brushing your fingers through his mane.
Though he seems to have not listened, or at least chose not to react, he instead growls and makes you open up for him again, biting into your flesh like a beast. The physical confessions of love he leaves all over your shoulders, where you can easily hide them under the robes, may look like simple bruises from far away, yet thereâs an intricate pattern to them, written in his own ancient tongue â no one will be able to read them but him.
That you are to be his alone and stay forever by his side.
Such a greedy dragon, taking whatever he desires in hope you will forgive him, making you whine as the flames of arousal start to lick at your ankles once more. But itâs not something that needs to be asked about now, when you two are just about to reach your highs.
Zhongli keeps you close, pounding your soppy pussy with reserve and intent, at times holding onto your waist to feel the swell of his cock stretching you. And just like this, he whispers, giving you orders â to meet his thrusts halfway, to pull him in deeper, and to let him listen to your heated moans when he curls his hips to conquer your core.
A semblance of hunger itself, always calling out for you while chasing the blissful finish with single-minded determination, so different from the usual languid pace.
Each word spoken is followed by a stinging kiss, the dampness on his chin dripping down his neck, making you feel how primal of an instinct that is to come together.
Your insides tremble with lust, quaking under the building pressure of his release, squeezing him tightly as your pleasure erupts in a wave of puffy breaths and slick heat gushing out around his girth. He chokes on his own saliva, husky moans spilling between his parted lips. The grand finale is right there, somewhere beyond the horizon of your sweaty bodies, so close yet not in reach â each drag of his erection becoming a slow torture to endure.
And thatâs when he clenches his jaws and rolls his eyes, hands wrapping around your ankles to keep them wide apart as his thrusts grow erratic and quick, pounding you into the floor. Every sound he makes, like a deep rumble coming from the centre of the earth. A huff here and a broken call for your name there â along with praises of your heavenly body â while the searing liquid pours into your cunt, filling your womb until it starts to drip out with every movement.
It feels like a seal is carved on your souls, deepened by each ragged thrust as he lets himself succumb to this mortal desire, bucking into you and groaning out for you to stay. With his heated weight leaning on you, trapping you in his powerful arms, he stays for a while inside you, thrusting just a bit to spur the overstimulated nerves and force a few more whimpers from you.
Finally, he laughs in relief and rubs your nose with his, pulling away with a wink. âWould you be so kind to remind me of what happened before we got carried away?â
âHow rude!â You exclaim, puffing your cheeks out as you push him off you, gently though. âYou might have explained yourself well, but Iâm still upset with you for tricking me like that.â
Zhongli looks at you from the corner of his eye, fully aware of your sudden change in demeanour, and shakes his head with an amused sigh. A gentle roll of his body brings out a still wanton moan from your throat, awakened with the rub of his cock inside you.
âNow, now, darling, I see your mood has changed finally to a brighter one.â He grins and brushes his finger over your bottom lip. âOr are you just unwilling to admit that you cannot stay mad at me for long?â
You bite your tongue so as not to give him the satisfaction of correcting his statement. Instead, you mutter, rolling your eyes at his arrogant expression.
âHow can I say no to such an endearing face?â
The moment those words leave your lips, Zhongli withdraws from your warm body, nibbling at your jawline with his usual gentleness. You see how your mingled cum and essence drip down his legs, how it paints the floorboards with pearly marks, though soon the crispy wind brings your attention back to your own state. It is an oddly pleasant sensation of the fresh breeze playing with your soaked petals and aching thighs â sore from clasping hard âround the wide stature of your lover.
Like you never plan to let go of him. And that is true.
â Ë âš . AUTHORâS NOTE â hewwo! happy kinktober! something that was supposed to be a first part of this yearâs kinktober, but i decided to post it individually and not bother with making an entirely new masterlist just for five stories. it would make sense if i were prepared better but as we all know, life can be weird, and i could not make it. regardless, i hope this was enjoyable, and that i didnât mess up with the new labelling â if i should turn it back into basic fem reader, please let me know :3
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Hail to the King, Baby | Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Synopsis: When Eddie Munson brought you into the Hellfire Club room on your first day of being new to Hawkins - you never expected to be on your knees for him. And Eddie never expected to see you the next day.
Warning: SMUT!!! Oral M!Receiving, Blow Job, Language, Public Sex, Cocky!Eddie, Reader is 18+, Innocence Kink, Praise Kink,
Rating: E - NO MINORS!!!
Author's Note: So I used to run a Stranger Things blog in 2022. I'm in a writing slump at the moment so I figured it would be cool to reupload my work from that time.
Word Count: 6.3K
How can the world fuse two people together who have not been on the best terms? Is it due to lack of understanding, or lack of care? It's funny when you think about it in depth. People are brought together everyday through different circumstances. Some work out and some don't, that is just how it is at the end of the day. But at the same time, those who don't have the intent on working out always do - for some reason or another. Opposite ends of the social spectrum - no matter social class or religion, they can make things work. Its the matter of setting your mind to the goal, to see where this whole ship can lead them - whether its a rocky start or a flourishing end. No one will ever know if there is no try. Life cannot strive forth without these instances. All you truly have to do is give the other a chance, and see how much they can change your world after all. it's easier said than done yes but, isn't that an adventure within itself?
That's always what you thought - no matter what walks of life you or others were in, the best and sometimes the strangest relationships/friendships formed. Each person you meet on the daily plays a role in your life, whether it is to be a background character for a moment, to stir shut up, or to even to bring you a whole new sense of living. All the ones you gave chances to are still around to this day within your social circle - whether they are rude and malicious, or caring and loving. You make space for everyone, and like to see the difference within each person. Sometimes it drained you to no extent, constantly having to feel the sense of putting your best front on or enveloping yourself within this person's life if they do not have the intent to stay. Maybe it has to do with you being such a people pleaser. There was something about having to have that acceptance with every walking creature on Earth - knowing where you came from, where you grew up - they never gave you the positive reinforcement you needed. Abuse laid in its wake; You wanted to break that cycle.
When Hawkins, Indiana became the hub of cursed activity - you thought it was in a metaphorical sense. The countryside almost, more greenery and wildlife than you were use to. Growing up in the big city didn't give you that freedom like this small town could. So, you did what you could in your 1978 Buick Regal - packed everything you had and made the trek close to 600 miles away. You always loved ghost stories, quaint towns, and lively people - Hawkins seemed to call you quickly. Graduating from High School, and College before the age of twenty was remarkable in cases, landing you great opportunities. But in a way it isn't what you wanted - you wanted to explore, to adventure - to do sporadic moments on whim. Exactly like you're doing to this day - Hawkins was your post-bachelor's trip, now becoming your permanent home. You had no idea what it was but, something about Hawkins just stuck out to you, a calling almost. As if a darkened voice invaded your ears to say come home, though you are not from there. It would be where you made your roots, you could tell. Away from the hustle and bustle - away from the world.
It's when you arrived in Hawkins that things took a turn - you couldn't tell if it was for the better, or for the worst. There was this oily sheen that ran over the city, masking it as if it once was, rather than what it currently is. Downtown Hawkins held strips of businesses directly next to one another, slanted parking spots and lively chatter. A normal, unconvinced small town. They were like everyone else - poofy 80's hair, jeans, windbreakers - the whole nine years. Everyone looked happy; Sane. The more you drove through Hawkins you got to see that it wasn't all business - but pleasure too. Lovers lake, the lush greenery of the roads. Hell, even the schools looked great. It reminded you that you were on your last year, and needed to graduate in order to move on with your life. Being as young as you are, its difficult to make a name when no one takes you seriously. You had to learn from the locals, the ones who everyone despises - how to get passed that tomfoolery of dismissing your achievements. You would make them see, how could you not?
A Wednesday night in Hawkins had to be bumping - considering the influx of cars maneuvering their way into the high school parking lot. Earlier in the day when you had taken a tour of Hawkins High, you didn't anticipate to be coming whilst in the midst of a tournament for basketball. Hawkins was in the semi-finals as of this moment, if they won this game they would move on to the finals. A big thing for a small town - a big thing for a town that has lost so much in the last year. What could have been a better way to see Hawkins, than in full bloom? So many of its residence were sporting orange and green - waving small pompoms as if they were the cheerleaders - their enthusiasm lighting up the world. You couldn't help but smile, to feel engrossed in the atmosphere of what this school holds. It was tempting, enticing, and gorgeous. Something caught your vision though, to your right as you made a descend towards the funneled doors everyone was flowing through. A tall, slender figure with leather and denim, a chain in their pocket and a bandana in the back pocket of their jeans made their way through the other set of double doors, disappearing into the school. For a moment you wanted to chase the figure, but assumed it was part of the curse.
"Welcome to Hawkins, kiddo," you sighed to yourself - knowing exactly what your dad would say if he was still on this Earth. You didn't know this whilst attending Hawkins but, this is where your dad grew up, where he laid his roots. The original family of the small, tempting town - that is why it drew you in close, and snuffed out your past. You slid into the large crowd gathering inside, schmoozing through the bunch as everyone got their ticket checked. You on the other hand did not have to thankfully - since the guard from earlier told you it would be fine. Walking through the metal detectors at the front you pushed your way into the halls - seeing how bumping they were with excitement, and readiness. It was nostalgic almost, never getting to experience this for your own - but now even with being a smidge older it was lovely. You smiled wide as you followed the crowd into the gym - standing on the side of the bleachers whilst everyone found a spot. You weren't much of a stands kind of person, you'd rather stand by the door in case anything happens. Luckily for you, the spot was wide open and not as confined.
The last of the crowd started to come through and stake their claim on the wooden seats, sporting the Hawkins school colors as face paint and clothing - the cheers echoing directly next to you. The cheering started to die down when the principle of the High School made his way to the middle of the court - halting the bands movements. "And now to sing our National Anthem, all the way from Tennessee, Tammy Thompson!" He cheered, causing everyone to erupt into applause. The woman was pretty, curled hair that was slightly pinned back and gelled on the right side, Her white puffy jacket, Madonna lace gloves, and dangly pearl earrings were a statement within itself - her singing on the other hand, no one was ready for. As she began to sing the National Anthem, within the first second it was atrocious. You'd figure if Hawkins made it to the finals they would bring Tammy out - but maybe she was there for the semi-finals due to how appalling her voice was. In all honesty she sounded like a Muppet, a cross between Kermit and Ms. Piggy for sure. That was enough incentive for you to leave before your eardrums bled.
You quickly shuffled to find the exit of the gym, pushing the double door open hard to make it known someone was leaving. As you approached the vacant hallway, you were met with a nice - chill vibe spreading throughout the school. With everyone shacked up int he gym, it was easy to roam and not get yelled at. Hawkins High wasn't too big to begin with, one floor mostly but still large enough to hide. As you made two consecutive lefts in the building - you were met with the Stereo sound of Die by the Sword by Slayer coming through, causing you to bop your head. The large blackened double doors were clearly to the auditorium - every high school had one like this, plus the little plaque next to it gave it away. If someone was listening to Metal music in this school - then you had instantly found your people. Though you may not dress like a metal-head, you most certainly were. It was that preppy, and quaint exterior no one expected with a music taste like that.
Placing your hand on the door knob, you steadily pulled the blackened door open - being met with the instant smell of marijuana, paper and cleaning products. It was a whole wave of smells you needed to acclimate to, but what made it feel creepy was the elongated table awaiting on the stage, what looked to be a board set up with little figures. At the end of the table was a large Victorian Gothic-esque looking throne, reddened velvet cushioned for the chosen one. You snickered as you mentally made the remark, starting to move closer towards the stage. Each pass of the rows made you weary, wondering if someone was going to pop out and scare you, especially with how hard it was. But of course nothing did as you hit the bottom step. The closer you got to the table you could see the Dungeon and Dragons manual propped up for whoever the Dungeon Master was. All these small customized figurines and die laid on the game board, causing your eyes to twinkle. D&D was a game you loved playing back home, ever since middle school. It was exciting to immerse yourself into such gnarly campaigns, and reign victorious. It made you happy seeing it becoming more mainstream.
"Woah, so fucking cool," you let out with a smile as you trotted up the steps, standing near the throne as you crossed the stage. Overhead lights dimmed orange for ambiance, the drones of Slayer progressively got softer as your mind drifted to what each character meant - what the campaign must have entailed and so forth. You ran your fingers over the sanded edge of the table, feeling how sturdy it was in your grip. As for the chair off to your side, it was beckoning you forth to sit - to claim this spot as your own, until the players did show up. It made you smile seeing the excellent craftmanship of the throne, the blackened wood carved so intricately and beautiful. The velvet blood red cushion looked so plush, so soft. You could nap in this chair easily, if given the chance. "Hey! Yeah, no. No, no normies in my Hellfire Club," a sharp voice sprang up near you, coming from behind the curtains with a whole twelve pack of Pepsi, and a few bags of chips. You jumped at the booming voice, clutching your chest as you squeaked.
"I-I'm sorry!" You responded without thinking, always afraid of being caught. As you looked up at the man who spoke, you were taken aback by who it was. A tall, lanky figure. Brown hair that was the same softness and length as a lion's mane. Dark, obsidian eyes that showed every emotion possible. Full, beautiful pink lips. Leather and denim clad his torso as the devil on his shirt stood out perfectly. Darkened jeans with a chain connecting to the belt loop and wallet, a pirate skull bandanna hanging out of the back of his pants. Your breath was hitched in your throat as you came to realize, this was the figure you saw earlier coming into the school. This is my Hellfire Club. It all made sense now - you heard about the D&D club earlier on in the day but never connected the dots. It made your heard waver knowing kids got to enjoy the game without the satanic panic to back it up, and to have such an attractive leader made all the difference. Your body was frozen as you stared at the man, truly incomprehensible in this moment. "I-I got distracted." It wasn't a lie, you did. Tammy Thompson's awful singing made you flee to the auditorium - and boy were you happy you did so.
"I heard Die by the Sword play and got excited because Slayer is one of my favorite bands and Show No Mercy has to be one of their best albums, I couldn't pass that up especially since its so nostalgic for me and Tom Araya honestly is a bass god-" you rambled, causing the man to hold his hand up, trying to comprehend the words you were saying. "You, like Slayer?" He cocked his brow, crossing his arms over his chest. It was almost as if he couldn't believe the facts you knew, or that someone dressed as preppy could possibly enjoy it. But it wasn't the truth - he was more or less wondering where you had been all of his life, and how someone so genuine could have just sprang up in his life today. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you nodded, shy and innocent all of a sudden. "I-I do, I love Slayer. Second favorite goes to Iron Maiden. Judas Priest a close third. I-I'm sorry for interrupting, I will go. It was nice to meet you, though." You waved softly as you turned your eyes from the man, ducking your head and keeping your eyes down as you headed towards the stairs. "You don't...have to leave, if you don't want to," he replied, his tone softer than before.
Spinning slowly to gaze over your shoulder, you bit your lip gently, toying with it in between your teeth. "Are you sure? I-I don't want to intrude." You didn't but at the same time you wanted to know this man, see where he came from and what made him loved D&D, along with Slayer. He shook his head with a softened gaze, tilting his head to beckon you over. "I'm Eddie." Eddie, perfect in person as his name is in your head. You shot Eddie a bright smile, returning the niceties with your own name which made the pale man blush - smiling over to you gently. That tough boy exterior you were expecting did fizzle out quickly, and instead was placed by a giant teddy bear - the softest of men in Hawkins. "So, big Slayer fan - have you ever played D&D?" The question caught you off guard, the intimate silence both yourself and Eddie basked in was dissipating. Processing the question as you had, you nodded with a gleaming grin, ready to spurt off on how you loved the game, but decided to reel it back in. "I have - it's my favorite board game! I haven't played in close to a year but, my stats are pretty good - not to brag or anything." That seemed to light a fire under Eddie as he plopped down into the throne, sitting back whilst his elbows rested against the arm of the chair. "Oh yeah? Amuse me."
"Well," you started, moving closer to Eddie's side so you could tell him, running your fingers over the mimic figurines. "So my name is Thia Sondrall. I am a level 37 chaotic evil rogue dark elf with a range attack of 120 feet, who also wields the sun blade which is basically just a bitchin' lightsaber." The passion and happiness you had for Dungeon and Dragons truly beamed within your voice, causing Eddie's eyes to widen with amazement. He was not expecting you to be so high of a level, nor was he expecting you to have such amazing stats. "My nickname is Nat 20, because I only go for high with attacks." There was a brim of cockiness in your tone, which you had every right to be. It was fun after all, creating these sheets and bringing such a wonderful character to life. Thia was your first ever character you created, birthed into existence, she was your golden girl. It was official, you had blown Eddie's mind out of the water. D&D player, metal lover, he was in whatever heaven was said to be. "Where have you been all of my life?" He retorted without thinking, eyes shooting wide at his own comment. The redness on his cheeks amplified.
Your own eyes went wide with shock, but the smile on your face spoke other measures. "I was thinking the same thing," you beamed - tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you made your eyes connect with Eddie's. There was something else cascading through those mocha eyes of his - glints of golden flecks swimming in his irises. But besides the admiration, there was more. Desire. Lust. You couldn't differentiate the two - but you knew that he could sense it on you as well. "I saw you earlier when I first came in - honestly I was tempted to follow you and not attend the game. I am glad my instinct was right about that one." It sounded creepy in your mind but, it was the truth after all. You thought Eddie would have been skeeved out by your revelation but, he was not. In fact, his eyebrow slanted upwards as he tried to find the hidden message between your lips - trying to coax what you really meant out. Tilting his head back against the throne, he shot you a sly smirk, eyes wavering over your face and body. "Just my satanic powers bringing new victims in," he joked with a snort, waving his fingers around whimsically. It was an obvious joke but, you decided to play along with it.
Showing the shock of your face, you pretended as if Eddie was dragging your body forward, stumbling comically as you latched onto his chair. At first Eddie thought it was corny, but as you grew closer he laughed out loud - thinking it was the funniest thing he has seen in a bit. If someone could be as outlandish and funny as him, he loved it. As you snickered with him, he waved his fingers again, making them dance theatrically around your head. The closeness you two had was unmatched; A zing of energy flying through you to Eddie. You could tell he felt it as well, the way his eyes gleamed and glimmered for you. Bringing your eyes down to his lips, then back up to eyes - you signaled for what you were craving. The gap between your faces started to lessen as Eddie leaned over the arm on the left side, sliding his right hand to cup your cheek. Your eyes closed instinctively as you felt his supple lips pressed against yours, his hair covering your field of vision on the sides - engrossing you completely to his being. It had been a long while since you were last kissed, and you couldn't imagine a better person to do this.
The kisses slid from soft, sweet and shy at first - to pointed, passionate and direct. Eddie's lips moved feverously against yours, holding your face just a bit tighter to steady you out. Your left hand came up to his denim vest, harshly tugging on the collar to bring him closer. It's when Eddie's tongue licked at your bottom lip that you let out the filthiest whimper you could, causing Eddie to pull back, breathless. "Fuck, that was hot." The lust lacing his tone caused your eyes to dilate wider; Your breath started to pick up as Eddie ghosted his lips over the juncture of your neck and jaw, nipping lightly at the skin. A mewl released from deep down within your lungs, pulling you closer and closer to him. You could see your arousal soaking your panties beneath your jeans, rocking your hips slightly to break up some of the tension. Your hand found purchase on Eddie's leg, keeping you steady and from falling over. But little did you realize, you had grabbed a completely different section of him. The thick length, buzzing and throbbing within your grasp, twitched slightly at your grasp. It caused Eddie to omit a low growl, biting at your pulse point. A gasp ripped straight out of you whilst Eddie suctioned his mouth around the bite - soothing it with tentative licks.
You laced your free hand in Eddie's hair, yanking him back to see his lips swollen and glistening from kissing. Both of your labored breaths melded as one, his eyes as dark as the night above. Still in your crouched form, you slid your body around to the front of Eddie, pushing yourself under the table. Doe eyes of yours met his with passion, wondering exactly what the plan is. A charming, sensual wink was sent up to Eddie - giving him a small glimpse into what he is getting himself wrapped into. All Eddie could do was nod rapidly, moving both of his hands down to put your hair into a makeshift ponytail. The eagerness he placed helped out a lot; Your fingers moved to grab at Eddie's belt, pulling the opposite end through the loop and letting it fall open - moving nimble fingers to undo his top jean button, and yank the zipper down harshly. Upon opening the unzippered flap, Eddie's cock was already threatening to jut out of his red briefs. The strain providing his erection caused you to whine, wanting nothing more than to stuff your mouth full of the brunette. Quickly you slid your fingers into the waist band of his underwear, yanking down the fabric enough to let his thick length release from its constraint. A sigh of relief came out of Eddie, ready for whatever you'd give him.
Making your eyes look as innocent as possible was the goal, Eddie needed to see how soft you truly are. As he gazed down into your gorgeous eyes, he couldn't keep his mouth closed - he needed you to know; "So beautiful." The praise had your eyes almost rolling back, a fresh wave of your essence sliding against the cotton of your panties. You placed your hands in a triangle around the base of Eddie's heavy cock, stabilizing the muscular flesh whilst darting your pink tongue out. As slow as you could go, you placed one solid lick from base to top, sliding carefully over the thick vein. The underside of his cock binged and purged to your will, sputtering out some of Eddie's own seed. Right as your tongue came to lick around the mushroomed head of his penis, you angled it precisely to slot your tongue around his slit - lapping his precome up like it was nothing. Never did you once take your eyes off of Eddie's, watching how his whole face contorted with pleasure. His mouth hung open , eyes narrowing to keep his only focus on you. His thick, ring clad fingers grasped your hair tighter, swirling your head slightly to envelop his whole tip. "Sweetheart, I need you." You were not able to let Eddie fall to his own suffices, especially when he needed you.
Grabbing the base of his cock with your right hand, you sank your mouth over his length completely, sheathing it in between your lips. You felt the tip graze the back of your throat before you pulled up once more, swirling the first inch of him in your mouth. As you watched Eddie, you saw his eyes rolling into the back of his head, hips threatening to thrust up as you bring your mouth down again. Eddie was a goner; If he didn't get it before he got it now. The feeling of your tight, wet, warm mouth on him was driving him crazy. To keep you from gagging he had to do some serious intense holding, tensing his stomach so he couldn't thrust upwards. Each time you would pull back he wanted nothing more than to chase the feeling, engulfing his being with all of you. Between Eddie's grip on your hair and his sweetened sounds, you didn't know what was better. It was better than any song you had ever heard - he was truly magical. His moans slipped into whimpers and whines when you'd pull back - hearty and real when you would swallow him down. No one, and he means no one, gave head like you did. Though Eddie has only gotten a blow job once when he was fifteen, five years later you were giving his first a run for his money.
You created a steady rhythm with Eddie's hand movements and minuscule thrusts, meeting each one in tandem with the next. Sweat started to line the brow of Eddie, making his bangs stick thickly to his skin. The lights were warm around you, but your sexiness was making him clammy. He had never laid eyes upon a more perfect woman than yourself, and he was going to show you all the ways he saw your beauty. "Good girl, you are driving me crazy," Eddie let out a chuckle that slipped into a wholehearted moan the second you swallowed around his tip. That movement in itself made his hips snap forward, shoving his girthy length further down your throat. Due to rubbing against your uvula, it made you gag harshly as you pulled back, your eyes brimming with tears. You should've panicked but, you had to admit you loved it. As did Eddie, now holding your hair tightly to move at his pace. Your softness and delicate side was no match for him, it teased him, edged him beyond belief. Eddie promised himself he would make it up to you later, hearing the howls of Jeff and Gareth coming up the hallway. He realized in that moment, he was close to busting, but close to getting caught as well.
"Fuck me, sweetheart I'm so close-" Eddie let out before cutting himself off, gripping the back of your head. surging his cock deep down your throat. The action of Eddie made you moan quite loudly around his length, head so close to bumping against the top of the table. You loved the feeling of him deep within your mouth, using you for his own personal pleasure. You did not expect your first day in Hawkins High to be so dirty, but you were thanking whoever was listening for bringing you two souls together. Both of your hands rested flat against Eddie's parted thighs, digging your fingertips into the hardened flesh. You were willing to let Eddie ruin every hole your body had, marking them as his for all eternity. One day he would, after Hellfire he was going to show you what he was made of, and you would gladly accept. Hollowing out your mouth as Eddie's thrusts started to speed up, you were aiding in his release. He knew he would not be able to last; He needed you.
"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" Eddie screamed, holding your head over his cock as his high erupted. Digging your whole palm into his thigh you felt your throat contract around him, forcing you to breathe through your nose. Garbled moans and mewls slipped around Eddie's thick cock as he worked himself through his high - the salty musk of his seed coating your tongue and belly. Looking up at Eddie with tear stained eyes, you were drinking in his orgasm face - the perfect O his lips created as his eyes fluttered shut. His labored breaths only made your nipples perk, wondering how they would sound at his home instead. Each spurt from the tip of his cock was immaculate, gathering his seed on your tongue. Once Eddie had started to feel himself soften he carefully removed himself from you, watching how a few drops of his spend dribbled down your chin, taking his thumb he cleaned up the mess, and pushed it between your lips. But what took him by surprise was how he felt his sticky seed coating your tongue, bringing your lips further in to capture his ring as well. A wink was sent his way under the table as you swallowed down all he gave you, listing his thumb clean as well.
"You naughty little thing," Eddie smirked, a bright - whimsical smile on his lips, wide and proud. Licking your lips to relish in the taste of this dungeon master, you pushed forth to give him a short, sweet peck on the lips, bringing it over to his cheek and slightly stubbly chin. At his words you pulled back and nodded innocently, puffing your bottom lip out as you tucked his softened member away. "Maybe you should take me back to your place, and teach me a lesson." Eddie was tempted to say the least; If your mouth was that good he knew your cunt would be even better. He almost said fuck it and dipped from Hellfire but, he would never leave his brothers hanging. "Holy shit - Eddie fucking Munson - you dog!" A somewhat high-pitched voice let out, causing you two to look over to stage right. Standing in the doorway were six guys, ranging in age. Your eyes went wide, as did Eddie's, as you saw the others of Hellfire club gawking. "You absolute legend!" One of them cheered, as the other whacked the kid named Mike. Smacking him was the one named Dustin - who just so have happened to spoke first.
"Gentlemen, meet Lady Thia - our new teammate," Eddie smirked, pushing the throne back so you could step out from under the table. With your hair slightly disheveled, you patted it down as much as you could, waving to the six men standing before you. It was your turn to now be smitten, as Eddie once was. Watching you take his cock like a champ, then use that filthy mouth to speak to his friends, turned him on once more. But as he buckled his pants back up, he puleld over a chair just for you, sandwiching you between himself, and Lucas. To say the least, it would be an interesting night.
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To say the night went by in a blink was an understatement - it flew by so quick you could've sworn you were in hyperspace. After the epic win that was D&D with Hellfire, Eddie had shucked you into his van - wanting to pick up where you both last left off. The trek down to the trailer park wasn't too far - and with his uncle working nights at the plant it meant you two would be undisturbed for the night. Eddie kept on his promise and showed you fifteen different ways he could make you come undone; On him, beside him, over him - it was the best night of your life. When you both were too sticky and sweaty to do anything else, he curled right on into your body, letting you look your arms around him. Going to bed holding Eddie was special, but waking up being held by him was way better. Though his alarm blaring into your ears was not the best wake up call - but him giving you head was. To that, you wrote down your number for him, and told him when you'd be free next. He couldn't wait to take you out, learn more about you, and show you how serene Hawkins can be.
You wished that you were still in bed with Eddie, instead of putting your lunch away at your first day on the job. Lucky for you to find such a great position for the money - and hours as well. The teachers lounge at Hawkins High was definitely spacious and breathable, you know when teachers weren't chain smoking. Covering your mouth so you didn't have another coughing fit, you proceeded to shut the fridge and make your way to Mr. Jefferies classroom - ready to help the senior level botany class. It was exciting, the tingles spread throughout your fingertips as you started to cement yourself within Hawkins. You could see yourself settling down here, now having a reason too with this job, and of course Eddie. As the bell rang to switch classes, you finally made your way into the botany class, waving to Mr. Jefferies as you wrote your name on the board. Body after body started to file in; You were told the class only had about twelve students, so it would be a great start. Still, the nerves bubbled up within your stomach.
"I told you Jeff, I am not spilling shit about last night - that stays between her and I." You heard the conversation ring out with a familiar voice, but decided against it. You just missed him too much, that was it. Plus, you could still feel the pulsing of his mouth on your neck, branding a perfect purple o - that was a bitch to cover with concealer this morning. The warning bell sounded as the door shut with the last student, causing you to place the chalk down and clap the dust off of your hands. "Good morning class - we have a special guest here with us for the rest of the year," Mr. Jefferies began, motioning over to you, and the board with your last name on their. "She will be joining us as my teaching assistant, while she finishes out her masters degree in Education over Indiana State University." You were lucky Hawkins High was about fifteen minutes away from ISU, making it easier to wrap up your last year in school. This was going to be it, the start of the rest of your life.
"Hello everyone!" You beamed as you spun around, looking over the fresh faces in your new class. Instantly your eyes were drawn to the back of the class where one Eddie Munson sat - eyes wider than they were the day prior, mouth hanging open in disbelief. You felt the same gut punch as you stared into his beautiful eyes, not realizing that he would be one of your now students. Gulping down the lump in your throat, you pressed on; Eddie watched you like a hawk as you spoke. Jeff on the other hand found that to be so rich, snickering as he punched Eddie's shoulder. "Eddie you are a fucking legend! You banged the hot TA! Dude no one will ever live up to this!" It should have felt like a notch on Eddie's belt, knowing he was sleeping with the hottest person in Hawkins High now. But he felt more tension approach, wondering if this meant you wouldn't want to see him again. That was until you made your rounds with the pop quiz for the day, leaving Jeff and Eddie for last. "Mr. Munson, I am advised you are needing a tutor for Mr. Jefferies class this year?" You hummed as Eddie looked at you in disbelief, slowly nodding his head to not seem rude.
"Good, follow these directions. We have a lot to learn about each other, and botany," you sent a wink inconspicuously to Eddie, pushing the index card with your office hours, and your sticky note for him closer to his hand. He got the gist quickly, slipping it into his pocket without anyone noticing. As you slipped back to the front of the class, Eddie spun sideways in his seat to open the sticky note, wondering what it could possibly say. Your delicate handwriting filled out the entire page; The first line making his cock twitch. "Eddie the Banished - for your first quest this school year, I command you to answer my question. Am I wearing anything under my skirt today? If you think you know the answer, meet me during study hall in Room 211." His eyes were bugging out of his head, desire-filled and staring directly back at you. With a devilish smirk he flashed his eyes over your legs, trailing to the curve of your backside, knowing for a fact your panties were currently in his jacket pocket.
This wasn't the end of what you two had created last night, but only the wonderful beginning.
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Midnight Surprise
Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader
That time you were surrounded by creepy guys after a night shift and a hero just came out to save the day.
warning: some catcalls, threats (not to you), nothing really
note: just Rafe being Rafe before turning into a plushie. guys ik his character is bad and not 'misunderstood' but Drew Starkey is really hot and maybe I can fix Rafe
words: 1k
It was late, later than you shouldâve been out alone, but you were too stubborn to ask for a ride or accept help. The streets of The Cut had a way of feeling different after dark, even to someone as tough as you. You wrapped your jacket tighter around yourself, your eyes scanning the familiar but suddenly ominous corners of your neighborhood.
You were on your way home after a long shift at the bar, your feet sore and your mind clouded with frustration. The drama between you and the Pogues had been wearing on you, leaving you feeling like you didnât fit anywhere. Even as you replayed your argument with John B in your head, something nagged at you from the edges of your awarenessâfootsteps, just behind you, growing closer.
Your shoulders tensed as you heard the low mutterings of a few guys not far behind you. You didnât turn around, didnât react, but your instincts screamed at you that they were following you. You picked up your pace, your heartbeat quickening, trying to stay calm. But it was clear you werenât alone.
âHey, girlie, where you think youâre going?â one of the guys called out, his voice dripping with sleaze. They were Pogues, but not the kind you hung out withâthese were the lowlifes who lurked in the shadows, looking for easy prey.
âJust keep walking,â you muttered to yourself, your grip tightening around your bag. You were used to handling yourself, always had been. But there were four of them, and they were closing in fast.
One of them cut you off, stepping in front of you with a cocky grin. âYouâre not too good for us, are you? How about you show a little gratitude?â
You glared at him, your temper flaring despite the situation. âGet out of my way.â
âOh, feisty. We like that,â another one chuckled, moving closer from behind.
Your heart pounded in your chest, the fear creeping in, even though you refused to show it. You were preparing yourself to fightâyou werenât about to go down without a struggleâbut before you could even react, a familiar voice broke through the tense moment.
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â that voice was cold, dark, and unmistakable.
Your head whipped around just as Rafe Cameron stormed over from the shadows, his tall frame towering over the group of guys. His face was twisted in anger, his eyes blazing as he zeroed in on the lowlife who had stepped closest to you.
The guy who had been smirking only seconds before suddenly looked less confident. âHey, man, we were justââ
âJust what?â Rafe cut him off, stepping even closer, his aggression palpable. âYou think you can mess with her? Huh? You want to see how that ends?â
You stood frozen, your pulse racing, but not because of fear anymore. You hadnât expected to see Rafeâespecially not like this. His fury was directed entirely at them, and the look in his eyes was enough to make even you uncomfortable.
The guys hesitated, but Rafe didnât give them a chance to backtrack. He shoved one of them, hard, sending him stumbling backward.
âYou touch her again, I swear to God, you wonât leave here standing,â Rafe growled, his fists clenched, his entire body radiating aggression.
The group of guys quickly realized they were outmatched. One of them muttered something under his breath before turning to leave, the others following quickly behind, throwing nervous glances at Rafe over their shoulders. Within moments, they disappeared into the shadows, leaving you and Rafe standing alone in the now-quiet street.
Rafe was still breathing heavily, his fists flexing at his sides, the adrenaline clearly coursing through him. He turned to look at you, his expression softening slightly when he met your eyes.
âYou okay?â
His voice was gruff, but there was something else thereâconcern, maybe even protectiveness.
You nodded, though your heart was still racing. âYeah. Iâm fine.â
Rafe took a step closer, the tension still evident in his posture. âThey shouldnât have touched you.â
You blinked, surprised by the intensity in his voice.
âI couldâve handled it,â you said, though it sounded less convincing than you intended.
Rafe raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching slightly into the smallest hint of a smirk, âOh, I know you couldâve. But I wasnât about to let them try.â
You didnât know how to respond to that. This was Rafe Cameron, the guy youâd spent most of your time avoiding or arguing with. He was supposed to be the bad guy in your worldâruthless, cruel, manipulative. But tonight, in this moment, he wasnât any of those things.
He had saved you, protected you, and that reality was unsettling.
âThanks,â you muttered, not meeting his eyes, still processing what had just happened.
Rafe shrugged, trying to play it off, but there was something softer in his gaze now. âDonât mention it.â
For a moment, there was just silence between them, the tension from earlier slowly fading. The moonlight reflected off the water nearby, casting a silver glow over everything. You found yourself studying Rafeâs face, noticing the weariness etched into his featuresâthe kind of tired that wasnât just from lack of sleep.
âYou okay?â you asked quietly, the question slipping out before you could stop yourself.
Rafe looked at you, surprised, as if no one had asked him that in a long time. His expression softened for a split second, but he quickly masked it with his usual arrogance. âIâm always fine.â
You rolled your eyes, but there was no bite in it. You didnât press him, and he didnât offer more.
You two stood there for a few moments longer, the night stretching out in front of you both, before Rafe broke the silence.
âCome on. Iâll walk you home.â He didnât wait for you to agree, just started walking, his hands stuffed into his pockets.
You hesitated for a second, if anything, walking home with Rafe was probably more dangerous than being plastered by those four random guys. But this time, you felt something had shifted; you felt safe and secure beside him. This was strange.
You blinked twice, trying to process your thoughts but your feet moved faster than your brainâthey followed Rafe who was a few steps in front of you. You didnât speak much after that, but there was an odd sense of calm in the air. For the first time, you found yourself wondering if there was more to Rafe than what everyone sawâmore than the messed-up, angry guy everyone had written off.
You werenât sure what to make of it yet, but one thing was certainâRafe had surprised you tonight. And that was something you couldnât easily forget.
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