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Duckling #2

(Asuma Sarutobi Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to ANNAISE]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,663

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Name Calling: Good Girl, Duckling, Ducky, Daddy, Baby

Age Gap (Older Man/Younger Woman)

Size Difference (tiny bit)

Daddy Kink

Choking

Thigh Humping

Praising

Soft Dom/Bratty Sub

Orgasm Denial

Older Brother's Friend Trope

Fingering

Oral (Female Receiving)

Fluffy Part 3?

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Asuma squeezes my throat, cutting off my breath even more, but only for a second. As soon as the pressure is given, it falls away. His hands coat down my sides, fingertips slowly tracing every rib before resting on my hips. "Good girl," he whispers in my ear, gripping me before his touch falls toward my pants. His fingers toy with them, undoing them before shimming them down my legs. Once the material hits the, he lets me go.

I wait a beat before taking a shaky step to the side. My eyes stay locked on his blanket as I walk toward his bed, pussy already slick from the past few moments. Slowly, I crawl back in, situating myself into the position I woke up in. Asuma's eyes eat at me, picking up every micro-movement.

"Good girl," he repeats, following the trail to the bed I just took. He situates himself just like before too, thigh pressed between my legs and his hands roughly rubbing at my thighs, slowly inching his shirt up my skin. "Be a cute Duckling and waddle for me, just like before."

My thighs tighten around his, taking a second to process what he's asking. Asuma stays patient as I try to connect the dots, big hands sliding up for a beat before they run out of room and have to slide back down. My hips jerk down when I finally figure out what he's asking of me, a moan already bubbling in my throat from the small amount of friction.

"Good girl." My hips jerk down again at the praise, my body responding before I have time to order it too. After the small movement, I freeze, embarrassment enveloping my chest. This is not how any of my fantasies with Asuma have played out. "Keep going, Ducky. I didn't tell you to stop."

A soft "fuck" slips out under my breath, my hips responding again before I can fully process his words. This is how I imagined sex with Asuma. Gentle, dominating, soft, demanding, just like he is as a Shinobi. My grinding falls into a rhythm in time with his hands. His fingers slide up, my hips slide down. His touch slides down, my hips jerk up.

The edge of my orgasm slowly approaches, tricking against my skin like the heat of Asuma's touch. Just like his fingertips, my finish comes to a raging halt and all but disappears as he pulls away from me. "No!" I wail, jolting upright in despair. "Come back! You're being mean! I want to cum."

He gently shushes me, his big hands cupping my face as his thumbs brush away imaginary tears. "Oh, I know, I know, I know," he coos at me, the softness of his tone not fully hiding the spark of amusement in his eyes or the conceitedness lying under his words. "I'm so mean to you, aren't I, Ducky?"

I nod my head in agreement, fully aware the question is a trap no matter how I answer it. "You're mean too," he mutters, the softness of his voice replaced with a block of ice. Asuma's eyes trail after his thumb, watching it like a hawk as it rubs back and forth over my bottom lip. "Storming around my room, in my shirt, as you tell me your plans to fucking another man. That's not nice, Duckling."

"You weren't going to fuck me. What else was I supposed to do? Leaving a girl needy isn't very becoming of you, Asuma."

His eyes flare up because of my sass, his thumb sliding off my bottom lip and shoving itself into my mouth. Instantly, my mouth wraps around him, my tongue slashing at the tip as I softly suck. Asuma is fuming from my prior plans - something I find enjoyable. I'm sure he'd be fuming more if he knew this was how I started Genma's blowjobs before he'd face fuck me.

"For starts, little Duckling, I'm still not going to fuck you." My whine of disappointment is muffled, but only for a second. Asuma tears his thumb out of my mouth before replacing it with two of his fingers, both of which are slowly thrust in and out of my mouth in time with the teased off-brand blowjob.

More disapproving whimpers spill from me, shoved back down my throat by the fingers taking up residency on my tongue. "Just because I'm not going to fuck you doesn't mean I can't make you feel good. Don't question my ability with women, even if you are barely a woman."

I gently sink my teeth into the skin of his knuckles, displeased with Asuma still being hung up on the age gap. It's not even that large. Eleven years is nothing. He retaliates by shoving his fingers further into my mouth, making my throat contrast as a gag rumbles up and out from between my lips.

"Don't be angry with me, Ducky. I just don't want you doing something you'll regret." Dumb ass older men, always thinking they know what's best for me. Kakashi, Jiraiya, and now Asuma too. I nick my teeth against his skin again, in another moment of disagreement. "You're drunk and eager to please. Maybe when you're a little older I'll think about filling your pussy."

Asuma drags his fingers out, his eyes still scorching my face as he leaves my mouth empty. "Secondly, I already told you once not to use my name in my bedroom. Just because I'm not shoving my dick into you doesn't mean I can't enjoy the situation too. Be a Good Girl and use my title."

"Yes, Daddy. I'll make sure to also use your title when I'm bouncing on Genma's dick tom - "

His hand shoots forward, his palm covering my mouth as his fingers dig into my cheeks, a single hand easily covering the bottom half of my face. Irritation and a dark pool of arousal darkness Asuma's eyes, the sight seeping straight down to my core. "Nice try, Duckling, but I have more control over myself than that. Your little jealousy game isn't going to work. I'm more than capable of filling your needs without having to use my dick. Every last whimsy need, any time you have one."

"Any time?" My words come out slushed because of his hand still clinging to my face.

�� "Any time," he repeats, fire still blazing in his eyes. "You call, I'll come, and I assure you, I'll make you feel so good you forget your name. Every. Single. Time. Without getting my dick wet."

His touch goes gentle, thumb back to brushing against my cheek. "You're still so young, Ducky. Things need to go slow, to feel safe, so you don't feel trapped or scared. Be a Good Girl and let me set the tempo so you don't end up somewhere you don't want to be, okay?"

"Fine," I grumble, rolling my eyes at him before letting them land on the pillows.

"Duckling," Asuma coos, using his hold to force my eyes back toward his. "I don't just mean right now."

"What do you mean then?" I question, my burning irritation from my squashed orgasm quickly fueling my temper.

He doesn't even bat an eye at my snippy tone. He simply leans down, gently brushing his lips against mine. "We'll talk about it when you're a little more sober and a little less frustrated. I'm sorry for teasing but you can't get away with acting like a spoiled brat when I tell you no. Apologize."

"I'm not going to apologize until I get to cum."

"You don't get to cum until you apologize," Asuma echoes, his eyes gentler than before but still swarmed with the dare to try him. "I'm in charge, not you. Apologize or I'll spend all night edging you until you do. Is that what you want? To be a squirming, crying mess because you're so sexually frustrated? Because it's not what I want. I want to make you feel good."

"No, it's not what I want," I mutter, following my agreement with a soft apology.

"I can't hear you," Asuma says, tilting my head again to stop my scattering sight.

"I said," I start again, my tone snippy as I keep attempting to look anywhere but his eyes. "I'm sorry for acting like a spoiled brat."

"And?"

An equally annoyed and frustrated sigh shoves its way out of my nose, my eyes slowly sliding over to lock with his. "And for trying to make you jealous of Genma."

"Good Girl," he sighs, pecking my lips with a string of soft kisses. "You pull that shit or even think about using Genma's dick again, and I'll edge you until just the scent of my cigarettes has your thighs soaked." The threat is followed by Asuma sinking to the ground, the soft thud of his knees hitting the floor fills the space.

I know it was a threat, but the hypothetical situation he laid out for me sounds more intoxicating than threatening. It's a fleeting thought though, one chased away by Asuma's big hands gripping my thighs again. Slowly, his hands inch upward, the pads of his thumbs eventually making contact with my wet panties.

Another "fuck" slips out as he rubs lazy circles against me. One over my clit and one over my cunt, equal pressure added to both, just enough to tip my panties into the source of my wetness. "You're teasing again," I whine, trying to shove my hips downward and force more pressure against my sensitive spots.

"I'm not teasing, Ducky," he mutters, the flesh of my inner thigh cushioning his words. "It's just some foreplay. I want to make sure you're slick enough before I finger you."

I know it's in good faith and definitely needed by how much of my mouth his fingers took up, but I don't want that. I want his dick in me, I want his body pressed against mine, I want to feel every vein and groove of his penis, I want to feel the warmth of his sperm filling my cunt.

I can only imagine how big his dick is, especially since he has a physique that rivals Guy's, but Guy is also known for having a small dick, so maybe Asuma does too. I really hope not. I want to feel myself ripping at the seams as his dick splits me in half.

"Daddy - "

"I know, Ducky, but I already told you, let me set the tempo," he interrupts me, his fingers laying under the material of my panties, slowly rubbing my hips as his thumbs hook around the crotch of my underwear.

The soft touches are pulled away as my panties are pulled further down my legs. Asuma isn't gone for long though. Soon, he's between my legs again, the bend of my knees resting in the dip of his elbows and my ankles resting on his shoulders. "This won't do," he murmurs before tugging on me. I'm yanked down the bed, my knees sliding up to rest on his shoulders instead and my ankles locking together behind his neck. "A man doesn't like to reach for his meal," he teases, amusement glinting in his eyes as he glances up at me.

"Sorry," I babble, the single word being difficult to get out. All I can focus on is Asuma's hot breath gliding over my pussy.

"It's alright. I'm just teasing," he coos, his lips moving painfully slow as he decorates my thigh in soft kisses.

I squirm in his hold, thighs squeezing his face, hips jerking downward, and my ankles trying to push his head forward. The roughness of his beard is a weird but pleasant contrast to the leftover buzzing placed by Asuma's lips. "You're moving too slowly! Stop teasing!"

His hold tightens but his movements are gentle - and still stupidly slow - as he loosens my legs. "Duckling," he shushes, his kisses now peppering over my pussy, purposely avoiding any stop that could satisfy the ever-growing fire of need. "Let me set the tempo," he repeats, finally caving and giving me what I want. Asuma's tongue slides through me, again avoiding my clit and my aching opening.

My breathing seems loud as he repeats the teasing he's trying to mask as foreplay. The sound of my lungs fills the room, only interrupted by the occasional sound of Asuma's tongue slurping at my wetness. Maybe my panting is so loud because I'm trying to cover up the moans, trying to take away his satisfaction of knowing he's doing a good job.

"Plea - oh," my pleas are cut off by a moan. His tongue slides over my clit, just as slow and gentle as the rest of his movements. "Oh, oh, oh," I breathe out on repeat, each sound being led by another kitten lick. "Daddy, please?"

"Alright, Ducky," he mutters, his voice falling short when his lips wrap around my clit. Asuma sucks on me, his tongue lulling back and forth over the nerve bundle.

A string of pitched whimpers spill from me, my hips jerking from the constant stimulation. His hands slide, gripping my hips and forcing them against the mattress. "Tell me what you want, Duckling. I can't figure out what you want from whines."

"I want your dick," I whisper, trying but failing to keep thrusting my hips.

The answer I get back is a gentle chuckle and Asuma's tongue against my clit again. "I can't do that yet, Ducky. I can do this instead though." His smooth voice is followed by the tips of his fingertips brushing against my pussy.

"Oh, please," I moan, trying to chase after his touch. Another soft chuckle breezes over my cunt, his fingers dipping into me the slightest. His fingers scissor, slowly working me wider so he can inch deeper and deeper. "I don't like your tempo. It's too slow, come on," I wail when his fingers are as deep as they can go.

My whining is ignored, Asuma's focus on trailing his tongue back and forth over my clit. The fingers buried in me slowly curl, the thickness of them rubbing against every inch of me they can reach. His thumb rubs circles into my skin between each curl of his fingers, adding to the sparks knotting together in my groin.

After a beat or two, his fingers start tugging out of me. My mouth falls open, disagreement resting on my tongue. Before my disapproval can be voiced, Asuma thrusts his fingers back into me. "Oh God," I mutter, my hands balling up the sheets as my back starts to arch off the bed.

A sound of self-pride escapes his throat, the vibrations of his vocal cords raking through my body. His pace slowly picks up, his fingers and tongue working together to stockpile the ball of arousal. "Daddy, fuck me. I want your dick, I want you to fuck me. Please," I beg, the craving for his dick building up with the arch of my spine. "Daddy, please?" I try once more, the ache in my groin loosening as I come undone.

"I can't, Duckling," he whispers, his fingers moving slowly as he licks away the cum spilling out of me. "Not yet, baby."

The pumping of my lungs and the fire in my veins make it difficult to disagree, so I let the fight simmer out of me. Two more kitty licks are slithered against me before Asuma pulls back, still buried between my thighs but not pressed against my cunt anymore.

Once my breathing settles down and my fists loosen against the sheets, I start to push myself away from him, already making my mental list of my things to grab before leaving his house. My shirt, my pants, underwear, and shoes. I need to make sure I have my wallet, keys, and my ID badge in my pants pocket too.

"Where are you going?" Asuma asks, pulling me out of my bubble of thought. His large hands grip my hips, yanking me back in place. My knees are still hooked over his shoulders, back against the mattress again.

"Home?" I say, the word coming out more as a question than a reply. The room stays frozen, the two of us staring at each other, slowly blinking.

When the weight of the silence becomes too much, I try to wiggle out of his hold again. "No," he yelps, drugging me back into position again.

"No?"

"No," he repeats, staring down at me again, a mix of hurt and confusion in his eyes. "Why would you leave?"

I blink a few times before shrugging my shoulders, confused about why I wouldn't leave and confused about why he's confused. "That's just what you do after sex?"

The confusion drains from his face, quickly replaced with disgust and a hint of anger. "No, it's not. You need to be cleaned up, cuddled, hydrated, cared for, appreciated. What the hell, Ducky?" Asuma grumbles, plopping a somewhat aggressive kiss just below my belly button. "Fuck Genma," he grumbles, laying three gentler kisses over the previous one.

"You stay right here, Duckling. I'll be right back," he whispers against my stomach, peppering a handful of kisses across both my hips before he pulls away from me. Asuma's movements are as slow as ever as he unhooks my legs from his shoulders, gently setting my legs back on the bed and massaging my hips for a beat before he crawls off the floor.

Before he's fully out of the room, he glances over his shoulder, his toothy smile on his face before he turns back around. My belly warms at the sight, and not the lustful needy warmth from before. I don't know why he's so stuck on me staying. Every time I've done anything with Genma, it was the dance and then dip. Maybe it's because Asuma knows I have a crush on him. I'm sure that's what it is.

"Hey, Ducky." The sound of him lulls me out of my thoughts again, my head snapping toward the bedroom door. There Asuma stands in all his glory, chest bare and pulled tight against his frame, his hair still messy but drier than earlier, and his shorts hanging on his hips in a way that shows the definition of his v-line. "You look beautiful."

I doubt it. I'm sure my hair is a mess and that my skin is still sticky with sweat. Plus I'm still spread open like a corner store.

Asuma makes it back between my legs in three strides and a quick descent to the ground. The pile of things I didn't notice in his arms is dropped onto the bedding. My eyes scan over the pile, taking in the chocolates, mini bags of chips, water bottles, lotion, and an ice pack.

The feeling of something wet against my pussy yanks a yelp from my throat and pulls my eyes away from the pile of items. "Sorry, Ducky," he softly chuckles, holding up the washcloth for a moment before dipping it back down. "I should have warned you before I started cleaning you up."

I relax back in the bed, my muscles loosening, for the most part. My hips sting with my movements, the leftover effect from being spread and positioned for so long. "You don't have to do that. I can clean myself up."

"I want to," he deadpans, his movements freezing as he looks up at me. "Any good man should want to take care of his sexual partner, long-term or short-them." A soft smile crosses his face, a gentle kiss pressed against my stomach again before he goes back to cleaning me.

Silence falls between us again, but a gentle, warm silence instead of the awkward staring contest silence from before. He takes his time, carefully and preciously cleaning my mess as my eyes roll over the stuff in the bed again.

"Asuma?" He hums an acknowledgment, eyes and a smile flickering up at me. "What's with all the stuff?"

"You use a lot of energy and hydration during sexual activity. You need food and water."

"And the other things?"

He looks up at me again, the rag now pawing at my sticky thighs. Asuma's smile weavers as he looks at me, a flicker of anger and disbelief in his eyes this time. "Your hips hurt or are going to hurt Duckling. I'm going to massage and ice them to get ahead of the pain and hopefully get rid of it so you feel normal tomorrow."

An annoyed sigh spills from him as he abounds the rag and climbs to his feet. "Are you angry with me?"

"Of course not," he answers, comfort leaking from his words as his arms wrap around me. Asuma plops on the bed, tugging me into his lap as he gets situated. My back is pressed against him, the muscles of his chest only separated by his t-shirt hanging on my frame, keeping our skin apart. He leans over me, reaching for the bottle of lotion and the ice pack. "I'm mad at Genma for being an ass and I'm mad that you don't know the proper way to be cared for but that's not your fault."

"Oh."

"It's not your fault. There's only so many holes in your life Kakashi can fill and I don't expect you to know things you haven't been taught."

"Oh," I repeat, my eyes trialing his movements, watching him coat his hands in the lotion.

"Stop worrying, Ducky," Asuma coos, kissing the side of my face as his hands slide across my hips. The chill of the lotion fights with his body heat as he starts massaging my hips, spiking the pain for a moment before it slowly starts to subside. "We'll take things nice and slow. I'll show you how a man is supposed to treat his romantic partner. I'll take care of you, Duckling."

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sunnyikemen · 7 months ago

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For Her

Pairing: Ikevamp Leonardo x MC

Summary: Leonardo takes on the heaviest burden for love. And he defies those who condemn this love.

Warnings: Mentions of death/dying.

Word count: ~850

Notes: Replaying Leonardo's route and am in a Mood. Might do more with this later, but for now kindly accept this small offering of tragic man.

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“Can I tell you a secret?”

Leonardo's fingers continue tracing the contours of her face, but his eyes shift to hers, “Intriguing. Don’t think I can decline that offer. What’s on your mind?”

She lets her eyelids drop as fingertips trail down the bridge of her nose, and she breaths. Deep and slow. “I’ve been trying to wrap my head around…mortality. Specifically, mortality mixed with immortality,” another deep breath, “I think I’ve found a benefit.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Unfortunately, it’s only a benefit for myself, and it’s very selfish.”

“That’s not like you. It must be a very beneficial benefit.”

“Oh, it is,” she says.

Leonardo gives her a moment to elaborate, but it never comes. He cradles her face with his hand and brushes his thumb back and forth across her cheek. She doesn’t open her eyes, but her brows are tense.

“Ah, cara mia. You can’t leave me hanging like that.”

Her eyes open, and he sees doubt flash across them. Unlike her, he thinks.

“It’s’ not very kind to say, I’ve realised,” she says softly, “I never want to be unkind to you.”

Leonardo adjusts his head on the pillow so her wandering gaze finally focusses on his, and he brushes the rosiness of her skin with his knuckles. Sometimes he wonders if her goodness rubs off on him whenever he caresses her. He hopes so.

“I could never take what you say as unkindness,” he coos, but her worry doesn’t seem to ease, “What’s got you wound up, bella? Let me in. I wanna know what goes on in that pretty head of yours to give you an expression like that.”

“I just had the thought that…” she plays with the hair at the nape of his neck, “I won't have to grieve you.”

His fingertips finally stop their journey at the tip of her chin, his brows furrowed, “Cara mia, why are you thinking things like that?”

“And you never do?”

He doesn’t answer, “I don’t like when you think like that. It upsets you.”

“I know, but I selfishly can’t help it,” she takes a long breath through her nose, like she’s about to do a run up, “I’m aware it’s horrible, but in a way I’m glad that I’ll be the first to leave. I couldn’t bear any other outcome,” she opens her eyes, “I don’t want to miss you.”

Leonardo suspects she had imagined a different reaction from him. He feels her nails scratching nervously against his scalp, bottom lip between her teeth, anticipating his reply. But he smiles at her, and continues drawing patterns across her skin. Because she was right, he had thought about it too. And he had come to the same conclusion.

“I’m glad too,” he says steadily, “Can’t bear to see you upset, you know that. If that benefit is comforting to you,” he kisses between her brows, “then I’ll take this burden for you. I’ll miss you instead.”

Oh, how his love ran so deep for her that he’d do absolutely anything she asked. He never imagined, in all his amazing and ridiculous dreams, that he’d ever have a love like this. He is grateful to have it at all.

Leonardo can imagine others scoffing at a love so doomed. Sticking their noses up, laughing in his face. He can even imagine some pitying looks, with a hand on his back, and a why on the tips of their tongues. Why put yourself through that?

And his reply?

So am I not allowed to love at all, then?

He’d become defiant of that ‘why’ hundreds of years ago. He’d had much time to think it over, and he’d reached his conclusion.

If he was not allowed this joy, for the simple fact that it is fleeting, then he’d sit in the dark alleyways of life and he’d love. He’d brush his hand against the hand of a passerby. He’d catch eyes with someone from across the room and smile. He’d embrace another. He’d call them ‘lover’. He’d kiss them. If the world decided he shall not love then he shall do so illicitly, with the kindness and rebellion of a man who cared not if that same world abandoned him, for he knew he had his heart and that his heart was full.

And at his trial, he’d stand tall. At the condemnation of his heart, he’d look into the eyes of those who saw his feelings as a crime and him as a prisoner. He’d rattle his chains at them, knowing that he’d feel more love in his lover’s lifetime than they’ll ever feel in their own.

But even that last statement wasn't entirely true, for he’d love her even when she had no air in her lungs. He’d love her even if her heart turned to stone. He’d love her even when she is frail. And centuries after her eyes had closed for the last time, he’d love her. For her, even then.

“When I die, I hope it’s like this,” she croaks, “I hope we’ll be holding each other. I hope I’ll still feel your fingertips on my skin.”

Even then.

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nightghoul381 · 11 months ago

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Dead or Love ~ Ellis Twilight

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Bitter End | Premium End | Epilogue

Ellis: “Kate, what kind of Christmases have you had so far?”

While having tea in a café as the Christmas season approaches, Ellis, sitting in front of me, tilts his head.

I couldn’t help but smile at the light steam coming from the hot chocolate that Ellis was drinking.

Kate: “I was usually working, Christmas is especially busy with the deliveries.”

Ellis: “Oh, Christmas cards?”

Kate: “Fufu, correct.”

Ellis: “So, I guess you had a busy Christmas at work.”

Kate: “But it wasn’t all bad, was it?”

Kate: “I felt like Santa Claus because I got to see the happy faces when I delivered the Christmas cards.”

(Now I feel a little nostalgic for those days)

As I trace the memories of the Holy Night with my fingertips and immersed myself in a nostalgic feeling, Ellis murmured.

Ellis: “I want to be your Santa Claus this year.”

Kate: “Eh…?”

Ellis: “I want to give you a very special, very happy Christmas.”

Ellis: “…no good?”

Kate: “Well, in that case, I’ll join you too—”

Ellis: “That’s not allowed.”

Kate: “Why?”

Ellis: “Because Santa Claus doesn’t ask for anything in return, right?”

I imagine Santa Claus walking around, handing out presents without asking for anything in return.

Kate: “Ah…sure?”

Ellis: “Fufu, right? That’s why you’re not allowed to return the favor.”

(I’m sure Ellis is trying to give me some wonderful Christmas memories.)

Although, I am a little reluctant to keep his indiscriminate kindness he gives me to myself.

Kate: “If it’s okay with you, Ellis, I’m happy to do it.”

Ellis: “…I did it. I’ll do my best to make you happy.

--Secret Room- Ellis’ POV—

Ellis: “…What is the best Christmas?”

Ellis: “What do you think is the best Christmas, Jude?”

Jude: “Aah? I don’t know anything about that.”

As I looked at Jude, who was working on paperwork, I heard an annoyed sigh.

Jude: “Hah… annoying to be so deep in thought.”

Jude: “People don’t go out of their way to pay a lot of money to eat in a high-end place for nothing. I don’t know.”

Ellis: “High-end. Why?”

Jude: “Ha. It’s a childish Christmas only blue-eyed brats like you would enjoy.”

Ellis: “I see. Yeah, maybe so.”

Jude: “More importantly, Christmas Eve is—”

Ellis: “A conviction for illicit exports, right?”

Ellis: “Ah, it’s not a crown mission, so I guess it's a punishment."

According to Jude, the organization refines and sells dangerous drugs.

Apparently, they were working carefully behind the scenes so that Jude’s company would be looked upon with suspicion if something were to happen.

Ellis: “I know the loss is only a few thousand pounds. Do you want me to kill? Not kill?

Jude: “They were targeting women and children with those drugs, it’s just so shitty it’s not even funny.”

Ellis: “Kill, you mean… got it.”

And then it was Christmas Eve, December 24th.

Jude and I went into the mansion where the organization was eating.

Jude: “Sorry to disturb you while you’re eating.”

Head of Organization: “Jude Jazza…”

Jude: “Ha, that looks like an expensive wine. You seem to be having a lot of fun.”

Jude steps up onto the table with bare feet and puts his toes on the chin of the man who seems to be the head of the organization.

Jude: “Are you saying that the person who tried to pin the blame on my company had no knowledge of the law?”

Head of Organization: “N-No…”

Jude: “Heh…?”

Jude: “—No, of course not, you fucking idiot.”

Head of Organization: “AAAAAHHHHH!!!”

There was the sound of a jaw being crushed, and the throats of the people around them rang out in fear.

Jude: “Your disgusting screams are hurting my ears. Ellis.”

Bottom of the Organization: “I-I’m sorry…Aah!”

Organization member 1: “Don’t run away you guys! It’s only two people, kill them…!”

Ellis: “…If you can kill me, good luck.”

Organization member 1: “Gah!”

One by one, I thrust a knife into them and take their lives.

While I think about these people not being able to have a Christmas,

Someone touched my leg--.

(…!)

The movement was delayed for a moment.

Organization member 2: “Aah!”

When I killed the last one, all I could hear was me and Jude breathing.

I felt something strange on my leg and looked down…

(Ah…)

Jude: “What?”

Ellis: “Looks like I’ve got a bomb attached to me.”

Perhaps it was a dying struggle, but the person I had just killed seemed to have touched my leg to set off a bomb.

(24 hours left? Oh, it’s a time bomb.)

(…but)

Ellis: “I guess there’s no one left to tell us how to disarm it.”

Ellis: “…What should I do?”

Jude: “Ha. I don’t know, wipe your own ass.”

(I usually do that, but tomorrow…)

--Flashback—

Kate: “If it’s okay with you, Ellis, I’m happy to do it.”

--End Flashback—

Ellis: “Jude, I have a favor to ask of you.”

Jude: “Yeah?”

--Crown Castle—Kate POV

Then, just as the cold of winter was getting stronger, December 25th—Christmas arrived.

I promised to meet Ellis in the town around the time the sun sets.

(My work is finished, so I have to start preparing now.)

Then, there was a knock at the door and a maid delivered a large box.

(…I wonder what?)

When I opened the box, inside was a long, light purple dress.

And a message card was attached to it.

Merry Christmas, Kate.

It’s a present from Santa Claus.

(This is from Ellis…)

(I had no idea you had prepared such a present for me.)

The unexpected Christmas present makes my heart feel fluffy and sweet like cotton candy.

It’s like it’s a preview of the best Christmas yet to come.

(I need to quickly change my clothes and hurry to Ellis.)

I felt as excited as a child receiving a present from Santa Claus.

I change into the dress and head to the meeting place.

(Wow…!)

London is decorated with Christmas colors and welcomes me with an even more gorgeous look.

(The meeting place was supposed to be here…)

Ellis: “Beautiful lady over there. Are you meeting someone…?”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Bitter End | Premium End | Epilogue

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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Wild Luxury date translation + video with sub EN

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

The slightly cool fingertips keep teasing and rubbing my wrist. In an ambiguous and ticklish feeling, the silk ribbon is tied into a bow.

My hands are completely restrained.

“If this student has no objections, then let's begin-”

“From now on, use your body's intuition to find the answer.”

”Give your body completely to me.”

[Warning]: The content of this date is borderline explicit and may not be suitable for individuals under the age of 16 (CN server). It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

[Video + English subtitle]

(T/N: I highly recommend watch the date in video format or following the voice acting for complete experience.)

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[Transcript ver]

=Part 1=

MC: The engagement banquet has been canceled?

I stand there in shock, watching Lucien take the steaming iron from my hand and turn it off.

Lucien: Hm, Xiao Fan just called and told me about it.

A trace of regret flashed across Lucien's expression. I open my mouth, so shocked that I don't know what to say for a moment.

The purpose of our trip was to attend the engagement banquet of Xiao Fan and Xiao Su, researchers from the Ultima Bioresearch Centre.

Since they met through Lucien's research project, they invited Lucien to be the witness for the engagement banquet.

We also arrived at this famous glamping hotel a day early to coincide with the rehearsal.

We had planned to spend a pleasant weekend here after the banquet, but now...

MC: Did something unexpected happen? Did they fight? Was it an impulsive decision? Or is there some other reason?

Seeing me keep asking questions, Lucien seems a bit helpless. He leads me to sit on the sofa where he sits down with me.

Lucien: I admit that the Great Producer is indeed very imaginative, but none of these are the reason for the cancellation of the engagement banquet.

Lucien: Their reason seems to be very simple.

Lucien: -When they finally reached the stage of engagement, they realized that they could no longer avoid the issues that had been left unresolved in their relationship. They needed to work together to resolve them.

Lucien: So they decided to take a break for a while and calm down.

MC: …The reason is so sensible, huh?

MC: But when it comes to your rigorous and restrained researchers, it somehow makes sense…

I mumble to myself and see a smile on the corner of Lucien's lips. He crosses his arms and tilts his chin up, looking at me thoughtfully.

Lucien: Seems that MC has some bias toward researchers?

Lucien: How could you forget that you and I have done some "crazy" things together that were not so rigorous and restrained.

Lucien: It seems that the forgetful producer needs to be reminded.

(T/N: call-back to Crazy Date!)

As he said that, he moved closer to me, and his warm fingers twirled the strands of hair near my ears, causing a tickling sensation on my face.

MC: There's no need to bother Professor Lucien~ I admit that I was not rigorous enough and had subconscious stereotypes!

I coyly raised my hands and saw his serious expression turn into a faint smile, only then did I let out a sigh.

MC: Okay, since it's their relationship, we don't need to say anything more.

MC: Shall we pack our bags and get ready to go home now?

Lucien: (chuckle) No need to rush.

Lucien: We can start our vacation here, just as we planned.

I blink in confusion, not understanding what Lucien means.

MC: But the engagement banquet has been canceled. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for us to stay here...

Lucien: Let us stay and enjoy our holiday, this is also Xiao Fan's invitation.

Lucien raises his chin and looks back at the private garden outside the window. The brilliant sunset reflected in his eyes, showing a beautiful glow.

Lucien: They said that because they had to deal with the nagging of their elders, they couldn't get away to appreciate the beautiful spring scenery here.

Lucien: So they entrusted us with the task of cherishing this springtime scenery for them.

I follow his gaze and look out the window, realizing what this "invitation" really means.

MC: Lucien, I sincerely take back the biased words that I just said.

MC: The researchers are not only strict and frenzied, but also understand the ways of the world and romance.

There's a chuckle from behind. Lucien gets up and walks straight to the hanging ironing machine. He then takes down the white shirt I just ironed.

Lucien: Being able to get approval from the great producer, I, on behalf of myself, express this researcher's most sincere thanks.

Lucien: And I would like to extend a formal invitation to you for a deeper understanding. How about it?

As he speaks, he undoes his shirt buttons one by one, revealing the smooth lines of his body.

Lucien: Since my girlfriend specifically picked out this shirt for our vacation, I must make good use of it.

His long fingers move slowly to the last button. With a slight sound, his muscular chest is bared before me, causing me to unconsciously swallow.

But in the next moment, he deftly puts on the white shirt in his hand, smirking slightly and extending his hand to me.

Lucien: (chuckle)So, would you like to go out and take a stroll?

=Part 2=

Our vacation began with an unexpected event.

Amidst the blooming flowers, chirping birds, and wild swans playing in the spring water, it felt like we had stumbled upon a utopia.

Before we knew it, we walked to the venue where the engagement banquet was originally held.

The waiters are removing the venue. They remove the tablecloths and chair covers, leaving them bare. There are many colorful balloons scattered on the grass.

The mix of warm and cozy colors amidst the messy leftovers left me with a feeling I couldn't quite describe. I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.

MC: Sigh...I remember when I went to see you at the research institute, and saw Xiao Fan giving Xiao Su a handmade lunchbox.

MC: I also saw them holding hands and going home together several times, with Xiao Su holding a big bouquet of flowers...

MC: They were so in love... how did things come to this?

Compared to my sighs and lamentations, Lucien's expression remains indifferent, and I can't discern any emotions from him.

Lucien: I think there may be a connection between loving each other and sustaining intimacy, but it's not necessarily a cause-and-effect relationship.

Lucien: In the same way, we can't deny the beautiful feelings they once had, simply based on the choices they've now made.

MC: That's true, but for people who were once in love but unable to make it last until the end, they must feel some sort of regret.

I can't help but pout. Lucien is about to move his lips and say something when a loud noise comes from not far away.

As we look around, we see waiters working together to carry a backdrop sign bearing the words "Eternal Love" and walk out the door.

Waiter A: Engagement without engagement is a plague. Back home, it is said that if you attend this kind of engagement banquet that gets canceled on short notice, it will affect your marriage.

Waiter B: Fake or not, it is important to go to the temple to pray and get rid of bad luck.

As they pass by us, they seem to catch a glimpse of us holding hands tightly, and their conversation abruptly stops, leaving the air thick with awkward silence.

I squeeze Lucien's palm. I want to quickly leave this awkward atmosphere.

Suddenly, there is a "crack" sound from behind us, and I instinctively turn my head to see the backdrop sign being snapped in half as it passes by the exhibition booth.

The word "eternal" just happened to break from it, like a wordless declaration, and I can't help but frown at it.

I subconsciously look at Lucien. He looks the same as usual, his eyes only lightly fall on this little incident for half a second and then look back at me.

I'm familiar with those smiling eyes, but for some reason, my mind was disturbed momentarily by the emotions that came out of nowhere.

I struggle to make the tone of my voice rise naturally and mentally tell myself not to think about it.

MC: Let's go, let's go somewhere else and take a look~

In order to shake off the negative vibe, we explore several other scenic spots in the hotel without even realizing it, until we arrive at a wishing fountain.

The sunset pours on the shimmering water, and the ripples are finely divided. A sculpture of the God of Love stands in the middle of the fountain.

MC: "Love wishing fountain, couples who both toss wishing silver coin into the square platform in the fountain, their love will be blessed forever."

I read the introduction plaque quietly and found the coin bank on one side. I eagerly picked up two silver coins.

MC: Although it's a bit childish, since we've stumbled upon it, Professor Lucien, would you accompany me in playing?

Lucien bends his eyes and leans down.

Lucien: How will you pay for this "playmate"?

His gaze seems to skim over my lips, and the end of his eyes is raised in a sly arc. I stand on my tiptoes and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

MC: Is this payment enough?

Lucien: Hmm... it seems a bit lacking in sincerity.

His feigned thoughtful voice was heard next to my ear as he clasped my waist with a little force, the sudden close proximity caused my heart to skip half a beat.

Lucien: So, I need to ask for some additional payment.

As he speaks, he leans down and lifts my chin, using his fingertip to lightly caress my lips.

I almost melt in his intense gaze and unconsciously close my eyes. With a light chuckle, he presses his warm and moist lips against mine.

The tip of his tongue gently circles around my lips before unreasonably prying them apart, bringing a familiar wet and warm sensation.

His hot fingertips slowly trail up from my waist, causing a burst of sensitivity to spread until his palm grasps the back of my head, deepening the kiss.

I have no resistance and can only let him capture my breath.

Lucien: Now, this transaction seems quite profitable.

His heavy breath falls evenly on my lips, creating an enchanting tide of heat. The tip of my tongue is lightly nibbled again before he pulls away from me.

My brain is still buzzing, and the flush on my face has not yet faded.

But my gradually clear mind made me open my eyes wide, and after confirming that no one was around, I couldn't resist the urge to pinch his palm.

MC: Lucien! We are in public place…

Lucien: A "reasonable fee" for public places. Miss, do you have any objections?

He teasingly narrows his eyes. His sly expression makes me lightly hit him on the chest again.

MC: ...I can never win against you!

Lucien: (chuckle) Since I've already charged the "fee", it's only reasonable for me to fulfill your wish.

Lucien calmly takes the silver coin from my hand and walks to the wishing fountain.

He rolls up half of his sleeve and stares at the square platform. The sunlight falls on his eyelashes, casting a small shadow on his face.

At the next moment, he slightly moves his wrist, and after a sharp throwing action -

The wishing coin makes a beautiful arc in the air, drops into the fountain, and lands on the square platform without a hitch.

I can't help but admire the sharpness of his stance, which overlaps with that of the theater bar on the cruise ship not long ago.

(T/N: call-back to Slow Motion Fireworks MQ!)

MC: As expected of "Mr. Challenger", he played steadily as always!

Lucien: I remember that MC's hit rate was equally impressive.

MC: That's all thanks to you. But today's game seems a lot less difficult than the dart throwing.

I said while following the example and mimicking Lucien's posture to toss the silver coin away. "flop"- the silver coin falls into the water, far from reaching the square platform.

MC:...

Lucien: Looks like this lady is a bit overconfident.

Lucien's teasing tone makes me stick out my tongue in embarrassment. I take the silver coin he handed me again, and use double the strength to throw it out.

This time it tumbles down to the other end of the wishing fountain with a clink.

MC: ...Again, too much force.

I adjust the strength, watching as the silver coin finally falls to the square platform this time, but it gets lifted up again by a slight ripple of water and slowly falls from the square platform.

The ridiculous rumors from the waiter's mouth now come to my mind. My heart feels blocked, and there's a vague feeling of unhappiness.

Unwillingly, I walked to the coin bank, but the next second I stood still-it was empty, and the silver coin was gone.

I point to the coin bank with a little bit of resentment.

MC: How can a hotel of this class be so stingy?

Lucien's eyes flicker as if he is holding back a laugh.

Lucien: Do you want me to ask for some more at the front desk?

MC: No need. After all, it's only a wishing fountain in a hotel. If you didn't make it, then you didn't make it.

His thoughtful gaze crosses my face and he glances aside at the introductory plaque.

Lucien: Is that so? I thought MC wanted our love to be blessed for a long time. That's why she worked so hard to throw the coins.

MC: ...I just think that it's fun, and as a scientist's girlfriend, I'm not so superstitious.

Lucien raises his eyebrows non-committally and looks at me with probing eyes. I unconsciously avert my eyes, not wanting him to find my little thoughts

The next second, however, I hear the sound of his footsteps.

I turn my head to see Lucien go to the other side of the wishing fountain, leaning over as if to pick up something, and then shake his hand to me.

The round coin reflects the golden light of the sunset, and Lucien's face is shrouded in a layer of faint gold.

Lucien: But I occasionally want to be a scientist who is so superstitious.

Lucien: So why don't we give it another shot, my Miss Producer?

=Part 3=

MC: ...Oh, how could I forget that there's still another one here~

The surprise spread in the bottom of my heart as I exclaimed in a small voice. I quickly walked towards Lucien and solemnly took the silver coin from his hand.

Sensing his half-smiling eyes, I quickly clear my throat and hold back my little smile.

MC: For the sake of Professor Lucien's invitation, I will try again!

But the moment I'm about to throw it, my thoughts suddenly get confused for some reason, and my raised hand hangs in midair.

Lucien: ...

With a sigh, a familiar scent gathers me into a warm embrace.

A slender hand closes around the back of my hand and gently squeezes the fingers holding the silver coin.

Lucien: (chuckle) MC doesn't seem to understand what I just said.

Lucien: I mean, since I'm the one who's "superstitious", why don't we try it together this time?

I blink belatedly and suddenly understand what he means.

MC: But if we throw them together, doesn't it count as cheating?

Lucien turns his head and gestures to me to look at the introductory plaque with his eyes.

Lucien: "Couples who both toss wishing silver coin into the square platform in the fountain…"

Lucien: The rules don't require couples to throw alone.

He pauses and affectionately presses his forehead closer to mine.

Lucien: Moreover, making a wish is a matter of sincere faith, and it can come true.

Lucien: Don't you think that the combined sincerity of the two of us would be more likely to move the God of Love?

His bewitching voice makes my mind sway, and the inner conflict in my heart begins to waver involuntarily.

Lucien: Then I'll take it as you've agreed.

Lucien: Now, just relax and feel me.

Without giving me a chance to refuse, Lucien has already caught hold of my fingers.

His low and hoarse breath lingers by my ear, causing me to lean back into the embrace behind me uncontrollably.

The warm and soft scent spreads around, passing through my clothes and blending with my scorching body temperature, sticking closely to me.

Lucien: Good, just give yourself to me. 3, 2, 1 -

At the moment the countdown ends, a familiar arc of light flashes and slowly descends toward the lonely silver coin.

On the square platform, two wishing coins are overlapped, emitting a bright and shining light.

MC: Wow, we won!

I can't help but excitedly throw myself into Lucien's arms, and a low laugh spills out from his chest.

Lucien: (chuckle) Doesn't it seem like the less-superstitious scientist's girlfriend is even happier than I am now?

His emphasis on certain words makes me sheepishly raise my gaze, and meet with his teasing eyes.

Realizing that my little thoughts have been completely exposed, I simply act like a spoiled child and snuggle in his arms.

MC: I admit -- I really do want to hit the mark and get some good omens.

MC: After all, the cancellation of the engagement banquet was so sudden, and the rumors that those waiters spoke of made me a little concerned...

MC: Coincidentally, when I saw this wishing pool, I inexplicably fell into the mood of 'must hit the mark'.

Lucien: (chuckle) Is that all there is to it?

The muffled sound of his chest echoes in my ear as Lucien calmly takes over the conversation.

Lucien: Why do I remember a little girl furrowing her brows when the backdrop sign broke?

MC: …You noticed that?

MC: I-I just thought it was a little unlucky that the backdrop was broken at that exact moment, and we happened to see it.

MC: But thinking about it carefully, there's really nothing to be concerned about, really!

Upon hearing my words, Lucien slightly lowers his body, gently looking into my eyes with tenderness.

Lucien: It doesn't really matter even if you mind.

Lucien: The reason why people often care about things that do not meet their expectations is often a reflection of their positive expectations for the things they cherish.

Lucien: The more cherished, the more it is cared about.

Lucien: But I hope that the next time MC makes a wish for something like "eternity" for our relationship-

Lucien: Instead of relying on these external factors, we should focus on ourselves.

His calm voice carries an unquestionable conviction. I gaze fixedly into his eyes, and the jumbled thoughts in my heart are like being gently soothed, giving rise to a sweet feeling.

MC: Professor Lucien is absolutely right. From now on, I will only focus on you and won't be disturbed by any inexplicable external factors.

Lucien: Words alone are not enough to prove it.

A curve forms at the corner of Lucien's lips, and he slightly opens the distance between us. He pretends to be serious as he crosses his arm.

Lucien: I believe that this student's future performance still needs another 'test' to prove it.

MC: Please instruct me, Professor Lucien~

(T/N: This sentence is often used to express a respectful request for guidance or advice from someone in a position of authority or expertise.)

As I stand up straight with the appearance of a well-behaved student, Lucien raises his eyebrows and takes me to a private garden within the suite by the hand.

He inserts the key that matches the room card into the garden lock and opens the door.

The bright light penetrates through the treetops and casts dappled light on the white hammock. The garden is pleasantly fragrant.

Lucien casually leans against the flower rack, and a hint of ambiguous light flickers in his eyes as he looks at me.

I inexplicably swallow my saliva and maintain my inner composure.

MC: Are we going to conduct the 'test' here?

Lucien: Um. In this 'test', our bodies are indispensable 'teaching tools', so...

His loose-fitting shirt is playfully blown open by a gentle breeze, revealing a vast expanse of skin and springtime sunlight pouring out from his collar.

Lucien: I need a "classroom" that is private enough.

I don't know what he's going to do, but my ears inexplicably feel hot.

Lucien's eyes are shimmering with a deep glow, and his hot palm grips my wrist, pulling me to sit on the hammock.

Lucien: To successfully complete this "test", I need to exercise some teacher's rights first.

The exquisite silver key suddenly hangs from his fingertips, and the amethysts embedded in it shine with a translucent light, barely grazing his alluring chest.

Lucien: Control the testing time and also control any factors that may affect the "exam discipline", which is-

He suddenly pulls out the soft satin ribbon on the flower stand and has already suppressed his smile, his eyes deep and mysterious.

Lucien: -You.

His steady heartbeat quickly envelops me as his scorching breath falls on my neck. I stand still as if enchanted, letting him wrap the soft silk around my wrist, loop by loop.

The slightly cool fingertips keep teasing and rubbing my wrist. In an ambiguous and ticklish feeling, the silk ribbon is tied into a bow.

My hands are completely restrained.

Lucien: If this student has no objections, then let's begin-

Lucien: From now on, use your body's intuition to find the answer.

Lucien: Give your body completely to me.

=Part 4=

(T/N: -if you didn’t listen to the voice in this part you’re missing on a LOT of stuff. I won’t describe every… interesting sounds that he makes here bc that means I have to describe almost EVERY SINGLE LINE that he said in this part. so, please go watch/listen *wink*)

I instinctively moved my wrist and realized that Lucien had tied it tightly. A soft touch suddenly covered my forehead, like a light feather brushing by.

At the same time, the silver key in his hand reflects a fine, dazzling light, and my gaze follows its light arc, and then it falls back to the balance point.

The next moment, Lucien's kiss also ends, and the warmth on my forehead disappears with it.

Lucien: This is my first question. MC can answer now.

MC: ...?

Like a student caught daydreaming during an exam, I stammered and couldn't come up with a coherent response.

Lucien: That means we need to focus on the next question.

Lucien doesn't seem surprised. Instead, he affectionately taps my nose as if it's expected. Then, he applies a slight force on the wrist, and the silver key swings again-

He bends down and takes my earlobe into his mouth, his hot breath brushing against my cheek and sending a shiver down my spine. I squirm and turn my head, tickled by the sensation.

He presses his fingertips against my chin, forcing me to endure his increasingly scorching demands.

Lucien: [subtle wet sounds] This student is zoning out again.

The tips of his teeth playfully scrape against my ear, stirring up a tingling sensation that sends electric currents coursing through my body.

MC: Because it's so ticklish…

I murmur to surrender myself to him, my voice overflowing with sickly sweetness. But he has no intention of letting me go, burying himself in my neck, his moist breath brushing against my skin.

He carefully nibbles, and the dense needle-like sensation brings a wave of heat, making my breathing gradually erratic.

Lucien: What about here, do you just feel ticklish too?

His fingertip falls on my chest, tracing circles in a bewitching manner. I feel restless and want to reach out and hold him, but the frustrating sense of restraint follows closely.

Just then, Lucien withdrew, and the no longer anchored hammock swayed gently, leaving me feeling as if I were falling into a void.

I raise my eyes in confusion and notice that the silver key has stopped swinging at some point. As my vision gradually focuses, a sudden realization dawns on me.

Does each swing of the silver key hold some meaning?

Lucien: Judging by the expression on this student's face, it seems that she's about to find the answer.

As he speak, the silver key sways again and Lucien's kiss lands on my lips once more.

He gently penetrates my unguarded teeth, and I instinctively close my eyes, feeling him roam and lick over every inch of my mouth.

In the tight embrace of our burning breaths, he nibbles on my tongue and lip, causing me to let out a whimper.

Amidst the tender entanglement, a vague thought flickers in my mind, but it is quickly drowned out by his overwhelming presence.

I decide not to think about anything and simply focus on indulging in the kiss, letting his intoxicating scent fill me up with every breath.

Time seems to slow down in this trance-like state as our entangled breaths become increasingly drawn out.

It feels like we've been in this moment for an entire enchanting spring

The sound of the silver key swishing through the air gradually stops, and when I gasp and open my eyes, the pendulum has just returned to its balanced state.

I think I know the answer now.

Lucien: Are you ready to answer this time?

Lucien playfully breathes softly next to my ear.

MC: Professor Lucien has put in so much effort, so of course I can't let you down. However…

I calm my slightly erratic breathing and bite down on the silver key under his gaze.

MC: I want to extend this analogy to other situations.

MC: Can the teacher cooperate with me to check if my answer is correct?

It seems like he didn't expect me to say that, and there's a hint of interest in his eyes.

Lucien: (chuckle) More than willing.

I wink at him and my bound hands loop around the back of his neck, pulling him gently towards me.

MC: That would trouble you to swing the key again, teacher.

Lucien obediently applies force with his fingertips, but the gradually deepening smile in his eyes shows that he is not at all under anyone's control.

The silver key swings as I let my gaze linger on his thin lips for a moment, then I lightly bite his lip.

I put my legs down from the hammock, bend my knee, and slowly press it between his legs, climbing up little by little.

His indifferent gaze freezes for a moment, and as his Adam's apple bobs, a rare blush suddenly creeps up to the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, I mischievously increase the pressure on my knee until it lightly passes a scorching hot area.

Lucien: (grunts sexily)...

A sultry grunt escapes his throat, and the fingers that have been holding me tightly around the waist suddenly tighten even more. I press heavily against him as the curtains sway together.

The crisp sound of metal hitting the ground suddenly comes, and I can't help but look down. I see the silver key already slipping from his hand and falling to the ground.

I was about to say something when a cold touch fell on my face, and the darkening sky began to drizzle with small raindrops.

Lucien: (grunts and whispers hoarsely) Do you need to continue checking?

A hoarse voice comes through, and I fall into that hazy and enticing gaze, my mind swaying slightly.

I instinctively grip the back of his neck tightly and wrap my legs around his waist, until there is no gap left between us.

MC: Of course we should continue.

I lightly hook my leg and kick the silver key on the ground away. Lucien deeply looks at me, momentarily in a daze.

MC: How could the teacher be distracted while checking the answer?

I wink at him, my fingertips lightly exerting pressure on the back of his head, bringing us closer again.

MC: I want you to focus only on the present moment, on my breath, my touch, and my kisses.

Amidst increasingly scorching breaths, I hook my fingers around his neck and trace his gentle eyes inch by inch with my gaze.

MC: Isn't this the principle that Professor Lucien wants to tell me?

His burning breath is slightly stagnant. Lucien's eyes flicker gently, like a soft bright white moonlight.

The next moment, his palm moves to my lower back, giving a firm push as he lifts me up from the hammock and strides toward the room.

Lucien: You're really a clever girl.

Those delighted eyes keep gazing at me, full of warmth and tenderness.

(T/N: THE VOICE THAT HE MAKES HERE AFTER THIS IS GODLY. BLESS XIA LEI. also no, u can’t convince me they’re not f-ing in this, the desc is very subtle but you can HEAR it from his voice;))))

We walk to the room like this, until I am gently placed on the sofa and he unties the silk from my wrist.

In the next second, Lucien moves forward, his reassuring scent makes me feel unbalanced, but my heart is filled with joy.

Lucien: Congratulations to this student for passing my "test." However, I want to share the most important lesson.

I feel a moist sensation on my back as his lips graze over it, causing a ticklish sensation that spreads through my body.

MC: …What?

The arm around my waist tightened, and a deep breath fell on my back again, mixed with the wet and tingling sensation, creating a great sense of satisfaction.

Lucien: I have always felt that "eternity" is a very abstract adjective.

Lucien: I prefer to experience the present moment to understand the meaning of 'eternity' rather than reaching for it.

Lucien: But when I'm with you...

Lucien: Every moment, the joy and excitement I feel are more intense than the previous one.

Lucien: This makes me have to admit-

Lucien: While wanting to hold onto every moment tightly, I also unconsciously start to have expectations and concerns for the future.

Lucien: Looking forward to our next trip, next experience, or the next crazy adventure.

The warm sucking sensation continues to fall on my skin, with a slight sting spreading all over my body, until it arrives in the deepest part of my heart.

Lucien: Perhaps this part is what you have taught me unconsciously.

Lucien: So, for a long period of time to come...

Lucien: Let Teacher MC attentively evaluate my learning outcomes.

[Dating Diary]

Lucien was invited by a newly engaged couple from the Ultima Bioresearch Centre to attend their engagement banquet as their witness. However, when we arrived, the engagement banquet was suddenly canceled. The couple was very laid-back and asked us to stay at the Wild and Luxury Hotel for the vacation as planned.

We started our vacation unexpectedly. A series of unfortunate events made me feel uneasy, so when we passed by the wishing fountain, I pulled Lucien to throw a wishing coin together, hoping for good luck.

Lucien noticed my little scheme and helped me get the good luck I wanted. His comfort completely swept away my little bad mood. But at that moment, Lucien said he wanted to give me a "small test." Intimacy in the garden quickly led me to the answer to the "small test." But I didn't want to just obediently answer the question, so I used his method of asking questions and told him the answer."

#SO. MANY. EARGASM #HOW IS THIS EVEN PASS THE CENSORSHIP????#mlqc #mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mr. love queen's choice #mlqc spoiler #mlqc translation #mlqc cn #love and producer #xu mo

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obey-me-headquarters · 2 years ago

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Imagine Simeon all needy and wanting MC, but they're busy doing homework/studying and they keep ignoring him. It drives him wild and they only allow him to get off by humping their foot/leg, all while he's still fully clothed

Kinks: a bit of foot fetish as you play with Simeon using your feet.

Gender neutral reader, no genitals are described belonging to the reader.

Out of all the words you could use to describe Simeon, you didn't expect needy to be one of them. Yet there was no better word to describe him when the two of you got into a relationship.

The Celestial Realm is strict with its rules relating to who angels could date and what they're allowed to do while dating. So Simeon hasn't had much experience with sexual intimacy, leading to him being a bit.... excited.

It was like a flip gone off in your angel after the first time you two had sex, and now whenever the two of you are alone he's constantly crawling into your lap, his wandering hands trying to tease you into having your way with him.

It was all very cute and very effective.

But sometimes you had Shit To Do and couldn't toss your Devildom history book to the side and fuck him.

Like today, for example, with midterms coming up you're far too busy busting your ass studying to even spare a glance at Simeon. Try as he might to distract you with breathy sighs, lust-filled looks, and bite-able hips, you just aren't having it. You came to Purgatory Hall to get away from the chaos of the House of Lamentation and study, not be distracted by a sexy angel.

You didn't know that Solomon and Luke are currently out. The sorcerer doing Diavolo knows what, while the young angel is at the Demon Lord's castle for his weekly baking lessons. Leaving you and a very determined angel all alone.

After the millionth time of Simeon "accidentally" dropped his pen and bent over to grab it, giving you a full look at his plush ass, you snap your Demonic literature book shut.

"Simeon", you hiss with clenched teeth. The angel in question looks over at you with excited lust filled eyes. Not too excited for long, you think with a sadistic glint in your eye.

"Since you're so determined to show off, why don't you kneel in front of me, hm?"

With a confident grin, Simeon obeys and kneels at your feet. With the gaze he fixes you with after he does, you think he'll do better as a succubus, tempting morals to corruption, than an angel. Yet you resist and pick up your Demonic literature book and try to immerse yourself in it.

Simeon tries to divert your attention by arching his back and leaning into your lap, but you stay steadfast and ignore him. Letting out a puff of disappointment he leans further into your lap until his nose is nearly touching your crotch. With slow, sneaky hands he reaches up to touch. His fingertips ghosts over your pant before you snatch his hands and hold them above his head.

"What do you think you're doing?" You demand, voice low and full of disappointment.

Gazing up at you through thick eyelashes Simeon does his best to look innocent, "Just want to touch you, Master. Please, may I?"

With a tsk you set his hands to lay flat against the edge of your chair, baring him from being able to touch you.

"No, I'm busy. If you're a good little angel and keep your hands here, I might play with you a bit."

Simeon beams up at you, flashing you a grin that says he would never even consider disobeying you before he nods. "Of course Master. I'll keep my hands to myself."

Well, that's definitely a lie, you think before returning to your reading once again, but this time you push your leg forward until it meets Simeon's clothed cock. The angel flinches at the action, but like the good sub he (sometimes) is, he doesn't make any move to rut against it. You reward him by tracing your foot over his half hard cock before focusing on your book.

As the minutes tick by all that can be heard in the room is the ticking and toking of the clock and the rise and fall of both of your chests. With the angel's slowly getting more and more breathy as your leg presses against his hardening cock but remains unmoving.

Simeon shifts ever so slightly against you, seeking out that delicious friction for his needy cock but you simply move your leg back, cutting off all contact between you two.

"Master why?" Simeon whines, gazing up at you with pleading eyes.

"No moving, either you sit still and let me touch you or you don't get touched at all."

With a petulant sigh, he obeys and composes himself. After taking a moment to verify that he isn't going to move you return your leg to straddle his crotch.

This time when you return to your book your angel sits still, even as you feel the front of his pants get wetter and wetter. A spark of desire flashes through your own body and you decide to reward the well behaved angel by slowly shifting your leg up and down. Small mewls and whines spill out of Simeon's lips, but following your command he makes no movement to thrust against you.

Now thoroughly distracted by the pretty sounds, you glance over from your book to Simeon. His pupils are dilated, the black of his eyes spreading and eliminating nearly all traces of his irises. While his mouth hangs perpetually open as drool tickles down his chin and onto your chair. Soft breathy moans slip out of his spot shinning lip as his tongue hangs loose.

Swallowing down your own desire you pretend to focus on your book when your attention is on anything but it. Silently you remove your shoe from the leg that's currently in between Simeon's thighs before rubbing your foot against the wet patch staining his pants.

"M-Master!" Simeon groans, and you shush him.

"Quiet, angel, I'm trying to read." You're definitely not.

Slowly you move your foot to the top of Simeon's cock before leisurely trailing downward. You hear his breath catch in his throat, but he makes no move to chase the sensation, likely knowing that you'll remove your foot if he did, and he wants anything but that.

When you get down to the base of his dick you apply just the slightest bit of pressure against his balls, knowing that he likes a little roughness. Simeon groans at the feelings, head falling against the edge of your chair with a quiet thud.

Gripping your book so hard that you'll swear it'll tear, you move your foot upwards until the sole is flush against the entirety of his dick, your toes peaking over the tip.

"You know for an angel, I thought your dick would be a bit bigger." You remark.

Simeon whimpers at your words, and you hear nails scratching against wood as he claws at your chair.

Pushing him backward Simeon falls back first against the floor of his room as you stand to loom over him. Your eyes meet, yours carrying a sadistic glint in them, his rolling back in pleasure, both full of lust. All the while your foot never once strayed from its spot against his dick.

Easing off his cock just a bit, Simeon cries out in alarm, and you grin before pressing your foot back down.

"What a needy little thing you are, trembling against the floor like a cat in heat just because I'm adding a little pressure to your dick."

"I would say it's a bit more than a little press-"

"Quiet now, the grownups are speaking. I never thought an angel, a creature of the Lord, a being made of light and justice, would shamelessly wither against the foot of a human.

"Tell me, do you like being beneath me?"

Grinding your foot down on the slit of his dick, Simeon squirms below you, throaty gasps and whines slipping out of his lips. Unrelenting you press downward until he chokes out an answer.

"Y-yes! Oh Master I love it when you dominate me! When- when you show me my place."

"And where is your place?"

"Underneath, ah, it's always underneath you, Master!"

"Good boy."

And you realize.

With one final grind, Simeon spills into his pants, soiling them even more. As he slowly catches his breath you raise your foot off of his now soft dick and wipe away the mess onto his pant leg. Still gasping for breath Simeon stares up at you like the cat who got the cream.

You've been tempted.

"You naughty little angel."

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pick-me-up-im-scared · 1 year ago

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Ellie Williams x Reader request: Ellie and the Reader are engaged and they have set the date and they get married in Jackson and they go to their favorite spot outside of Jackson and have a nice day together before they have a family dinner back in Jackson, then after dinner they head home and make love to each other for the first time as a married couple.

Till Death Us Do Part (Ellie Williams x Reader)

Author´s Note: I hope I made your request justice! I tried my best, so I hope it's kinda how you imagined it. It´s a little bit more focused on the wedding itself, idk if that's what you meant. I think it's pretty cute. Also, this is mostly focused on a Christian wedding. That's the only one I kinda know anything about. Sorry if that goes against your religion, but I hope you can look past that and enjoy this story anyway. I tried to remove the super Christian stuff in hopes to not trigger anyone. Also also, I believe we never get to know Ellie’s middle name. I know traditionally you say the whole name, first-, middle-, and last name. But since I didn’t find Ellie’s I figured I should skip the reader´s too, to be more symmetrical. I tried to make the ceremony a little more ”simple” then a traditional one. I don´t think they’d be able to have a super, over-the-top wedding at Jackson. Still some details I couldn’t stop myself from including. I hope it’s pretty realistic.

⚠️Warning!⚠️: This story includes smut that might not be suitable for a younger audience!

(y/l/n) = your last name

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”Suck it in” your sister said as she zipped up your dress. You felt the fabric hugging your figure as the zipper glide along your spine. You mumbled a ”thank you" before walking up to the mirror on the other side of the room. You let your eyes glance over the long, white dress decorating your body. You trace your fingers over the fabric, feeling the texture of the lace against your fingertips. ”Wow” you let out in a state of shock. Your sister laughs as she comes up behind you to look at your reflection, ”I think it fits you”. ”It´s perfect” you quickly added. The dress wasn’t in fact yours. You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find a wedding dress in the apocalypse. Apparently that isn’t peoples most prized possession, which makes sense. Therefore people didn’t prioritized taking it with them when they had to leave their homes. But Maria heard about your plans and was quick to let you know she had a dress she gladly let you borrow.

You turned around to quickly glance at the back of the dress before turning to your sister. ”So, what is Ellie wearing?” she asked while readjusting the crown braid she’s done in your hair. You chuckle as the memory of Ellie’s reaction when you showed her what she would be wearing. She gave you free hands when it came to the wedding, knowing how important it was for you. And she just wants you to be happy. Also, you can only do so much with a wedding in a separated village under these circumstances. To her, it didn’t matter if you would get married in a ditch, as long as it’s with you. But when you asked her to wear a linen shirt you apparently hit a nerve. Like you said, the wedding dress was a pain in the ass as it is, but Ellie’s outfit would be even harder to fix. So when you finally found something that matched your vision you had already compromised enough. ”I´m not wearing that!” Ellie said as she eyed the white linen shirt on the hanger. You frowned and tilted the shirt to you, to look at it again. As if you hadn’t inspected it enough. ”Why not?” you asked confused. You thought about Ellie when picking it out, and thought it would look really good on her.

”It’s uncomfortable” Ellie explained. You frowned, confused ”Uncomfortable? This is like the softest fabric you could find as a shirt. You’ve got tank tops that’s less comfortable then this!”. ”But they look cool” she mumbled. You rolled your eyes at her stubbornness. This feels more like a conversation between a mom and her 14 year old son when she asks him to not wear his cap on his school photo, rather then two grown up partners talking about their wedding outfits. You looked to the side annoyed ”Oh, so what do you plan to wear? Your outwashed, grey hoodie?”. Ellie looks at you with hopeful eyes ”Is that an option?”. ”No!” you bluntly as you pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyingness. Trying your best to not have a argument with her about a goddam shirt! You knew the planing of the wedding have left you with a short temper. You're just very stressed, and having issues with things you though would get through smoothly isn’t helping.

Ellie looks at the shirt again and feels the fabric between her fingers. ”Are you sure there’s nothing else I can wear?” she tried again with a pleading voice. You sighed, ”Ellie, it’d one day. One day in your whole life you need to wear something else then your regular stuff”. Ellie bits her lips as she’s thinking. You walk up to her, wrapping your arms around her torso, ”Please. For me” you added, knowing she would give in. Ellie always wants to be good for you, not that you use this as a weapon against her often. But some situations requires certain methods. Ellie sighed before finally giving in. ”Fine” she said with a little bit of a pissed-off tone. You know, the same tone a three year old has whenever they realized their mom won’t give in and buy the toy they’ve been begging for for the past few hours. She eyed the clothing items again ”I’ll wear them if I can have my converse”. She looked back at your shocked face, ”Ellie you can’t-”. You bite your lip, stopping yourself from starting another argument. You've got her to wear the outfit you’ve pick. How many will pay attention to her shoes?. ”Fine” you said as you looked at her with an annoyed expression. But Ellie couldn't care less. Right after your replay, she first-bumped the air like a 10 year old boy, mumbling ”yes” at her ”victory”. You couldn’t help but smile at your silly girlfriend.

Your sister finished knotting the last few flowers in the braid before backing away to observe her work. She gives you a handgesture in approval along with a silly, matching facial expression. You just giggle at her. You get up from the chair, straighten out any wrinkles that has appeared on the dress from sitting down. Your sister helped you put on your heels before grabs the bouquet she picked for you on the table, and hands it to you. You smile down on it before grabbing it with your left hand. ”You ready?” she asked, to which you nod. She opened the door and took the lead down the hall. As you got closer to the main room you’d be married in you felt the nerves catching up with you. Up till now it just felt like your sister had been helping you get ready for some celebration. Just having some sister-time. But when you were met by the wooden doors everything was crystal clear. You could hear the slight mumbling of the people on the other side. ”Let’s do this!” your sister said as she gave you her arm. You nodded as you locked your arm with hers. The piano stared to play the song you choose, making your heart rate go up even more. You’re pretty sure you could see your heart beating though your dress at this point. You took a deep breath before walking up to the door. As you neared the double-doors they open and you’re met with a bunch of eyes settled on you. The nerves makes you grab the stem of the bouquet harder.

As you’re walking down the aisle you take your time to look out over the people who has formed to celebrate this special day with you. Maria, who let her eyes wonder over the dress before her eyes meets up with yours to give you a proud smile. It´s the first time she’s seen the dress since her own wedding 23 years ago. A few benches ahead sits Tommy, feeling such emotions like it’s his own daughter walking down the aisle. You swore you could see his eyes being glossy. As you looked to the other side you saw someone who didn’t even try to hold her emotions intact. Dina let tears roll down her cheeks, not even trying to wipe them off with the soaked tissue in her hand. She’s so happy Ellie finally found a nice girl who truly cared for her. Being someone with so much love to give, finally finding someone who would give you equally as much back. Dina remembers the first time Joel introduced you to her and Ellie. She could see, based on Ellie’s expression, that you would be the girl she´d marry. So, ever since that day she’s been your biggest supporter, both before and after you got together. In Dina’s lap sits JJ, happily bouncing along to the music. A chuckle leaves your lips as you watch the ecstatic young guy.

Finally you look straight ahead, following the aisle till your eyes met with the figure at the end of it. There she is, your wife-to-be. Her eyes hasn’t left you ever since you walked through the door. Her red eyes told you she’s been crying the hold time. If her glossy cheeks wasn't proof enough. You break out a smile as your eyes met hers, and you couldn’t help but to feel your own eyes filling up. Your eyes glance at the outfit she’s wearing, looking just like you’ve imagined it. She’s so handsome. You let out a shaky breath in hopes to collect your emotions. You can't both be a crying mess up there. It´s funny ’cause you told Ellie about a week ago that you wouldn’t cry. And continued explaining how you’ve seen Titanic around ten times and hasn’t spilled a single tear. Ellie just chuckled before mumbling ”we will see”.

Your sister leads you up the alter, shaking Ellie’s hand before ”handing you over”. Ellie's smile grew even wider as her shaky hands grabs yours. She leads you further up the alter to the position Maria told her to during the rehearsal. Your sister made sure to re-adjust the skirt of the dress before taking a seat at the front row. Ellie leans in and mumbles ”You look so pretty. I can´t believe you’re real”. You giggle ”You don´t look so bad yourself, handsome”. Ellie bushed at your nickname, nervously looks down at her beaten-up shoes. She’s adorable. The priest started talking ”We have gathered here to witness the marriage between Ellie Williams and (y/n) (y/l/n)”. As the priest continued his regular dialog you and Ellie sneak glances of each other, giggling like two school girls. Then the priest asks ”Do you have the rings?”. ”Sure thing!” Ellie gladly answer while putting her hand into the left pocket of her pants. She pulls out two golden bands. They’re no way near new, so they have a few scratches, but Ellie has tried her absolute best to make them as shiny as possible. She hands you one of them, but misinterprets the coordination and therefore miss your hand. ”Fuck!” Ellie mumbles enough for both of you to hear as the ring falls to the ground. You smack her in the arm. She shoots her head to your direction with a questionable look. ”Don’t swear in church!” you whisper-yell to her. She nodded before picking up the ring and hand it to you. ”I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Ellie apologized switching her gaze between you and the priest.

She cleared her throat before grabbing your left hand. ”Say after me, ’I, Ellie Williams’” the priest began. ”I, Ellie Williams” Ellie repeated. ”Take you, (y/n) (y/l/n) to be my wife”, ”Take you, (y/n) (y/l/n) to be my wife”. ”To have and to hold from this day forward”, ”To have and to hold from this day forward”. ”For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health”, ”For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health”. ”To love and to cherish, till death us do part”, ”To love and to cherish, till death us do part” Ellie finished with a proud smile on her face as she slide the ring on your finger, happy she didn’t fucked it up. ”Now you (y/n), take Ellie’s hand and repeat after me ’I, (y/n) (y/l/n)’”. You grabbed Ellie's hand and said ”I, (y/n) /y/l/n)”. ”Take you, Ellie Williams to be my wife” ”Take you, Ellie Williams to be my wife”. You could see the tears in Ellie’s eyes about to spill over as she observed your words. The priest continued ”To have and to hold from this day forward”, ”To have and to hold this day forward”. ”For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health”, ”For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health”. ”To love and cherish, till death us do part”, ”To love and cherish, till death us do part” you copied before breathing out. You put the ring on Ellie’s finger, sealing the deal. You grabbed each other’s hands, just like before, only now they’re decorated with two shiny rings.

”And so now, by the power invested in me, it is my honor to dicer you wife and wife”. You rub your thumbs along the back of Ellie’s veiny hands as you inspected her face. Two sentences away from being able to call her yours. ”You may now kiss” the priest proudly announced. You softly place your hands on either side of Ellie’s face as she grabs your waist. She pulls you closer, automatically moving your lips closer to each other. You look into her eyes one last time before closing the gap. Ellie tired not to moan into the kiss, thinking it’s inappropriate to do so with all these people in the room. But your soft, delicately colored lips sure made it hard for her. She deepened the kiss, but held herself back from going too far. You pulled back and smiled widely at each other. Even a giggle left your lips as it was hard to hide the blissfulness you felt inside. You grab Ellie’s right hand before turning to face the crowed. You made a silly face as you showed the ring to the people. ”Ladies and gentlemen, I’m pleased to present to you Mrs and Mrs Williams” they cheered as you walked down the aisle with much calmer expressions then the first time. Still the adrenaline was no way near gone. You could hear Ellie let out a sigh of relief, one she had held in since she put her foot on the alter. You leaned in and mumbled ”We’re married now!” mimicking her behavior from before. She turned to look at you and give you a full-teethed smile.

You looked down at the ring as the cheerful music plays in the background. You smiled to yourself, having a hard time grasping what just happened. ”Congrats, now you’re stuck with her forever!”, you snapped up to see Dina. She had JJ on her hip, but he seemed more interested at the dancing people then you. You laughed as you pulled her into a hug, making the baby turn his head to you. You ruffled his hair before turning back to Dina, ”And I wouldn’t want it any other way”. She made a disgusted face ”Ugh, stop it or I’ll throw up”. You gave her a playful smack on her unoccupied arm. ”Talking about throwing up, did she tell you she was gonna wear those shoes?” she asked, pointing to the spoken of behind you. You turned your head as if you needed to look to know what Dina was talking about. It was honestly just an excuse to steal a glance at your gorgeous, now, wife. You let out a laugh before throwing out your arms in a defeated motion ”Unfortunately I did, but I had no choice”. Dina sighed ”I swear, if she weren’t going to marry you she would have married those fucking shoes”. You chuckled at the not so unbelievable statement. JJ made a sound, making you both turn your focus on him. ”Actually, could you hold him for a sec. I really need to pee” Dina announced, earning a laugh from you at her bluntness. You nod your head along with a ”of course”. She carefully handed him over to you, helping you to hold him in a comfortable position before heading to the toilets. ”Come on, JJ. Let´s see who’s here” you said to the happy face resting against your chest, before walking into the crowed.

Ellie took another sip from her beer as she looked over the room, watching all the people dancing and having fun. She couldn’t believe she’s actually married now. To the girl of her dreams. She snapped out of her thoughts as someone pats her shoulder along with ”Congrats, kiddo!”. She looked at the direction of the voice to see Tommy smiling at her. Ellie gave him a smile back along with a ”thank you”. He took a stand beside her, looking at the same direction as her. He look around the room and chuckled ”Who knew you would get married?”. Ellie gave him a chuckle back before shrugging her shoulders ”I´m lucky, I guess”. ”Call it luck or whatever, you found yourself a catch”. Ellie smiled for herself, proud to have you in her life. Even just the thought of you would bring up her mood no matter what. Tommy turned to look at Ellie ”I know Joel would be proud”. Ellie snapped her head at the mentioning of his name. ”Y-you think?” she hesitantly asked. Tommy smiled at her, ”I know. Heck, he would be balling his eyes out more then I did!” he jokingly said, trying to light up the mood. But Ellie was all up in her thoughts, trying to hold back her emotions as good as possible. She just huffed.

”Are you talking shit about me?”, thank god she got snapped out of her thoughts as you came up to them. Ellie smiled at you, like she always did whenever she hadn’t seen you in a while. ”Oh, I didn’t know you were expecting” Tommy joked as he let JJ grab his finger. ”Yep. That’s why the wedding was so rushed. We had to get it over with so we could cover it up” you joked as you watched the cute interaction. Tommy gave you a chuckle. Ellie walked up to your side and gave you a kiss on the cheek before resting her hand on your back. You smiled at her and gave her a quick peck on the lips. Ellie caressed the back of the baby, earning her a big, two-teethed smile. She couldn’t help but smile back as she wonders if this is what it’d feel like to have a family with you. Seeing you hold a baby made her feel like doing some stupid, rushed decisions. She made sure to pull you a little closer to her, playing around with the thought. ”There you are! I thought you had kidnapped him” Dina comes running up. You carefully hands her back JJ, who’s trilled to be back with his mama. You continued to have unimportant conversations until Dina informed ”We should probably head home, JJ´s really tired”. ”He´s starting to get a little grumpy” she said in a baby-voice as she bounced him in her arms. You nodded before giving her a hug, ”Well, thank you so much for coming”. ”Of course! I wouldn’t want to miss this day. Plus there’s not that much happening around here anyways”, you laughed as you pulled away. Dina went over to Ellie and hugged her too, whispering something in her ear. Your nosiness got cut off, ”Yeah, I should probably head home too. Need to prepare” Tommy announce before giving the new wedded couple a hug too. ”Remember, dinners at mine!” he chanted before leaving the building. ”Yes, sir!” Ellie answered before you both started laughing.

Then, when you were finally alone you walked up around Ellie and wrapped your arms around her waist, ”What are you doing?" she chuckled as she put her hands on top of yours. ”I don´t know” you shrugged as you rested your chin on her left shoulder. You just stood there for a while, taking in each other’s presence. You both had a hard time understanding this would be the rest of your lifes. ”I love you” you finally cut the silence. Even from your angle you could see the smile on Ellie’s face, ”I love you, too”. ”Despite what you think, I think you look really hot in this outfit” you confessed as you planted soft kisses along her neck. You felt Ellie tense at the unexpected touch, ”Y-yeah, I guess it wasn’t too bad” she stuttered as the blush started to take over her face. ”Really?” you asked. ”So I can expect to see you wearing this some other time?” you whispered in her ear. ”Hell no!” she bluntly said, earning a laugh from you. You pulled back, ”Yeah, yeah. I guess I’ll just have to take a mental picture of you like this”, you spun her around so you could see her from the front. You unconsciously bit your lip as you shamelessly let your eyes wander over Ellie’s form. Not only taking notice of the clothes, but her toned body underneath it. God, I wish I could just rip them off and take her right here! ”Come on, stop it! It doesn’t look that good” Ellie chuckled as she waved her hands in front of her, to make you stop looking. The embarrassment finally taking over. You caught her hands, but your eyes never left her body. ”You’re not seeing what I’m seeing” you bluntly said as you licked your lips. ”Oh, shush you” Ellie playfully grabbed you, but you swore you could see the effect your words was having on her.

”We should probably head to Tommy’s” you announced. Ellie sighed ”Do we have to go?”. You snapped your head at her ”Yeah, we do. He’s doing it for our sake. To celebrate our marriage”. ”But I’m tired!” she whined letting her head fall back. ”You can sleep when you’re dead” you said jokingly as you drag her to the exit. ”Plus, I need to pee first, and you need to help me hold up the dress”

Since neither you or Ellie had a huge amount of family and friends at Jackson you decided pretty early you would skip out on the ”dinner”-part of the wedding reception, and instead just let people dance and have fun at the local pub. Neither you or Ellie likes to be the center of attention, so if you could avoid it as much as possible, you will. But as soon as Tommy heard about it he insisted on making a little family dinner for just your closest ones. And when Tommy has set his mind to something, he will do it. So you headed over there, to celebrate more intimate with Dina, your sister and Tommy, of course. But to be honest, it all was a bit of a haze. You know for yourself you were lacking a lot of sleep from the previous night, and you figured Ellie was dealing with the same issue. The nerves made it impossible for you to fall asleep any earlier then 5pm. Plus… you two got a little tipsy. Fuck it, it’s your wedding day! You only get married once (hopefully). As you were saying your ”goodbye”s and ”thank you”s to everyone your conscience were a little more present. You gave everyone a wave before stumbling out the alongside Ellie. Dina muttered at your drunken state. She turned to Tommy ”If they’re not home by ten, I’ll check up on them. Making sure they haven’t fallen into a ditch or something”

You wandered down Tommy’s porch as the fresh air hits you. Making you more aware of your intoxicated state. Ellie tugged you along as you made you’re way to your shared hut. Despite being July, there were a few chilly winds whizzing in the evening. Or maybe it’s just the contrast from your warm bodies. Lucky you, Tommy’s house wasn’t far away from yours. So it felt like no time before you put your feet on your own porch. Ellie fumbled with the keys as she giggled drunkenly to herself. Finally she opened the door, gesturing for you to walk in first. You bowed down jokingly, but almost lost your balance. Ellie burst out laughing before shoving you into the house and close the door behind her. You let the jacket you wore fall off your shoulders and fall to the ground. Telling yourself it’s a problem for tomorrow before making your way further into the house, to your shared bedroom.

”Finally I can get this thing off!” Ellie lets out a groan as she button-up her shirt. She slides it off her arms and lays it neatly against the back of a chair. Now only in her linen pants and the thank top she always wore as a bra. You kick off your high heels before throwing yourself onto your shared bed. Letting out loud sigh. Ellie turn around to look at your laying figure. ”I’m so full” you whined while tracing your hands over your stomach. The aching feeling in your feet almost feels pulsating. They sure would feel swore tomorrow. Ellie smirk as she made her way over to you. She jumps on the bed beside you, turning on her side and prompting her head on one arm. She looks down at your peaceful face, inspection the perfection she gets to call her wife. The flowers your sister had put into your hair were mostly gone, and the few who were still there were looking really sad. Yet, you look like an angel to Ellie. The more she takes in your gorgeous appearance her admiration turns into something else. Lust. ”I´m still hungry” Ellie said with a teasing tone as her eyes wanders over the shape of your body. You scrunched your brows together, eyes still closed ”What? What could you possibly be craving?” you asked, oblivious to Ellie actual meaning. ”You” Ellie added with a husky tone. You open up your eyes at her answer, turning to look at her. Her hungry eyes told you everything you needed to know.

She traced her unoccupied hand over your clothed stomach, going further down. She scrunched up the skirt of the dress making it less of a reach to slide her hand underneath it. Feeling your soft, naked thighs underneath her palm made her even more aroused. She starts to leave sweet kisses along your neck, going further and further up till she meets your lips. You grab the side of her face as you deepen the kiss. Ellie grabs the fat of your hips, intentionally avoiding the place you want her the most. She pull away from the kiss. Without saying a word you still got the memo. You raise up from your bed, turning your back to Ellie. She glide the zipper down your back, feeling like a teenage-boy as the naked skin underneath made her wetter by the second. You let the dress fall to the ground and stepped out of it. Ellie pushed the scrunched up dress to the side, using her foot. You turn around to meet her eyes again, now only dressed in your white, lace panties. ”The underwear match the dress, I see” Ellie more so stated as she let her hands fall on your hips. She couldn’t help but stare at your, now, naked boobs. She titled her head up to give them each a gentle kiss. Her slightly chapped lips made such a delicious contrast against your sensitive skin.

When you’ve had enough you pushed her back onto the bed. Her legs hanging off the bed as her back was pressed against the soft cover. You let your hands traced up both her thighs, passing her heat and up to the button of her pants. As you open up her pants you made sure to grab the elastic of her panties and drag them along with her pants, off her legs. Without thinking Ellie spread her legs. Allowing you to see her gorgeous pussy. She always gets flustered when you tell her she has a pornstar-pussy. Sometimes you wished you could just take a picture of it and hang it on your wall. To examine it like a piece of art. You pushed your arousal aside and pushed her legs together. Ellie gave you a confused look. You payed no attention to it as you took a seat on her lap. The only thing separation your cunts from touching was a piece of thin, white, lace. You hover over her, putting your hands on each side of her head before lowering down and kiss her. You let her take control since you were busy feeling her out. You just let your hands wander over her body freely. Not stopping them. Ellie moaned into the messy make-out as she grabbed the fat of your thighs to drag you against her. You pushed up her bra so you could squeeze her small, yet adorable, breasts in your hand. From previous experience you know she likes it when you apply quite some pressure, so you don´t stop until you hear the familiar groan. This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex with each other, but for some reason you feel a little more nervous then before. Like, still this is something different. It’s the first time as a married couple.

You got off Ellie, and without saying anything she got up. She took off her bra properly, tossing it along with the rest of your clothes. Before getting back on the bed she decided to drag off your underwear too. Ellie crawled onto the bed and took a sat behind you. She turned you over so you were sitting between her leg, pulling you towards her so your back was pressed against her chest. You could feel her hard nipples graze against your naked back. She gave your left shoulder some light pecks as her right hands traced down your stomach. You couldn’t help as your breath got quicker, heavier. Ellie's hand went down to your cunt, tracing her fingers along your lips in a teasing manner. She spread them, letting the cold air come in contact with your warm walls. ”Please, Ellie. Stop with the goddamn teasing” you whined out with a pissed tone. Ellie let out a chuckle behind you ”So needy…” she teased. ”…I like it” she mumbled in your ears, visibly making you shiver. She traced her index finger along your slit, gathering your wetness for lube. She groaned ”fuck” when she noticed just how wet you were. She slowly slide in her index finger into your wet pussy. You threw your head back on Ellie’s shoulder, mouth hanging open. Your needy hole finally being filled by your girlfriend's long, slender finger.

It wasn’t till she pushed it to the brim the high-pitched moan that had treated to come out finally did. Ellie made sure to slide it in and out a few more times before quickening the pace. She knows you like it fast and hard. Only slowing down to add another finger before going back to her previous pace. You closed your eyes shut as the pleasure was so good now. Ellie made sure to slam them in hard, to the point where your thighs would shake. She felt you squeezing her, but decided to add one last finger. She wants to make sure you're filled. You bit your lips and unintentionally squeezed your thighs together. ”Ah-ah” Ellie warned as she stopped only to separate your legs again. ”How do you expect me to make my wife feel good with your legs are closed?” she said in a pitiful voice. Like she’s talking to a child. The only answer that left your lips were a whine. She grabbed your left hand, making your rings cling against each other. She figured she could comfort you that away, while still drilling her fingers into your swollen pussy. Cause she knows, despite your whines and cries, you love it. ”Don’t worry, babe. You're doing amazing” she encouraged you before continuing to slide her fingers into you. You look down between your legs and sees the veins on Ellie’s hand twitch as she pounds her fingers into your dripping cunt. A moan leaves your mouth just by the sight. You’ve always loved her hands. Whenever you’d had the chance to have them on you, you took it.

Your unoccupied hand went to your back, sliding down till you felt Ellie’s wet core. She jumped at the unexpected touch. You teased her a little bit before sliding in two fingers into her. She threw her head back as a thirsty moan leaves her lips. She stopped her motion between your legs, having a hard time focusing on anything except your fingers. You curl them up to grace her g-spot continuously. You feel her legs squeezing you in the position you´re in, making you smirk for yourself. She tightened her grip on your intertwined hands, not knowing what to do with all this pleasure. Ellie swore she could cum on the spot, so she picked up the pace of her fingers. Hoping to make you cum along with her. You couldn’t do much more this angle, but based on Ellie’s whimpers in your ear you think she don't mind. ”Don´t stop (y/n)!” she whined, but the speed of her fingers weren’t affected. You were impressed. Ellie lets go off your hand to switch. You quickly soaked her three fingers as they effortlessly slide in, quickly finding the same pace as her right hand. You felt the cold metal of her ring against your entrance. Making a nice contrast from your heat. Ellie force you to look back at her, using her right hand. She kissed you as your wetness smear against your left cheek. You put you thumb on Ellie’s clit, really wanting her to come over the edge. She jolts at the unexpected adding of pressure.

Ellie moves away from your lips to place small, loving kisses across your left shoulder. ”Come on now, cum for your wife” she mumbles against your skin. You whimper as you grab a hold of her wrist. You could feel your heart rate increasing as the knot in your stomach snaps. A high-pitched moan leaves your mouth as you throw your head back on Ellie’s shoulder. She watch your face as you come undone, bitting her lip at the aroused sight in front of her. A sight she sure would think back on when she’s on patrol without you. Having some alone time. You cum on her fingers, covering her ring in your arousal. She pulled them out and put them in your mouth. You sucked them off as you continued to pump yours in her. Ellie came with some whined moans not so long after. Taking you with her as she fell onto the bed, arching her back as you continued to finger her. You felt her clenching around you, milking herself of her orgasm. You pulled your fingers out, looking at the glistering liquid covering your fingers. You could feel Ellie looking at you with half-lidded eyes from behind you. Her hands hugging your figure as she tried to collect herself. You turned over, so you were facing Ellie. Her breath hitched as you hip hit her sensitive clit. You made sure to give her a smile before resting your head on her chest. You listened as her heartbeat slowed down to it’s usual pace. Ellie slide you up, making your breasts press against hers. She nestled her face into your neck before mumbling ”I’m so happy to call you ’my wife’”.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #tlou ellie #ellie tlou #the last of us #tlou2 #the last of us 2 #the last of us part two #ellie x reader smut #wedding fic

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storybycorey · 7 months ago

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From Deep Within storybycorey's WIP Files

I've recently discovered various snippets of WIPs that I'd somewhat forgotten about, so I'm going to start publishing them. Some of these are more recent (2-3 years ago?) and some are from much longer ago. I make no promises of ever finishing them, but thought it would be fun to release them!

No clue where this next one came from. I assume it was a sex scene I wrote for an existing fic but then I must have decided to go in a different direction. Who knows? Not me! It must be fairly old because it's written in 1st person, which I only did in the very beginnings of my writing 'career', which also accounts for the less than stellar writing style. But hey, it's porn, so I figure that makes up for it.

But then he slows to a stop. “Wha…?” I whimper desperately, grasping at his shoulders.

“Shhhh, hold on,” he says.

He flips us over so that I’m now on top, lying against his heated chest. “Oh!” is my startled reply as I prop myself up with my arms on his shoulders.

He grabs hold of my hips and grinds them against his own, then says, “Show me, Scully,…. show me what you like….”

“Mulder, I don’t…, ” I sputter.

“Show me…,” he interrupts me before I can even finish. And then, still inside me, he arches his hips.

I grunt, surprised. My body responds before I can even think, and I undulate right back against him.

“Yeah,” he rasps, ”…just like that…”

I grip his shoulders and begin to slowly rock, rolling my hips with every thrust so that his cock will rub against my clit. So good. It’s so good.

He fills his hands with the flesh of my ass, squeezes. My breasts lift and sway with my movements and he stares, lips slack. His awe-filled expression would be comical if it weren’t so erotic, if it didn’t turn me on so damn much. I move more aggressively, arch my back just to watch what he does.

“Touch them…,” I beg, aching for him.

He looks me in the eye. “No,” he denies me, “Show me first.”

I gasp. My God.

“I want to see, Scully,” he urges, “Show me what makes you feel good”.

His hips are still gently thrusting as I take my hands from his shoulders and sit up. What makes me feel good… He makes me feel good. But I know what he’s asking. I know what he’s fantasized about the last seven years, the things we thought would never happen but finally did.

I nod. He grunts in encouragement.

I want to give him what he wants. I want to show him.

My eyes slip closed, and I lick my lips. He bucks slightly beneath me, squeezes my hipbones with his thumbs. Then I slowly draw my hands up my body. From knees to thighs, then my fingertips over his thumbs at my hips. Across my belly to circle around my navel. Then finally, I tickle along my ribs until I’m cupping the undersides of my breasts, flirting with the him, lifting them towards him in offering.

My God, I can’t believe how much this is turning me on. The thought that he’s watching me tease myself like this is unbelievably erotic. I allow my eyes to slip open briefly, to see him watching me. His eyes are dark and hooded, his lower lip slack and wet.

He watches my hands, waiting for me to take the last step, and I feel the pace of his thrusts slow in anticipation. I’ve never felt like this before. Jesus, my skin is so sensitized right now, so hungry for touch. I trace slowly along the curves beneath my breasts with my middle fingers, back and forth, back and forth, rolling my hips at the same pace against him.

“Scu…,” he breathes, mesmerized.

Finally, I can’t stand the tease anymore, and I allow myself to cup their fullness, squeezing the soft flesh, kneading it. And oh, it’s glorious. My head falls back on my neck and I groan at the sensation.

“Jesus!” he grunts, bucking up hard beneath me.

I try to imagine what Mulder feels when he touches me. As I knead, I notice how soft my breasts are, I pay attention to the wonderful, sexy weight they’ve got to them. My head rolls on my neck in pleasure. By the time I circle closer to my nipples, he’s panting. I touch my areolas first, the skin even softer there—so sensitive. My back arches in anticipation as I tease myself. God, him watching changes everything.

I can’t take it anymore; I finally give in. I pinch my nipples and roll them between my forefingers and thumbs. My hips buck at the sensation, and we both groan. I tug them gently away from my body before letting them snap back. I do it again. And again and again. With my knuckles, I brush softly over their tips, alternating between this and pinching them between the webbing of my fingers. It’s too much, it’s not enough, it’s just so, so good.

Mulder grips my hips and grinds me harder down against him. I’d lose my balance, but he holds me steady, does all the work for us where we’re joined so that I can continue with what I’m doing above. I start to feel frenzied, out of control. I pinch my nipples harder, twist and tug them more roughly. He growls beneath me, snaps his hips so erratically, I finally lose my battle with balance and fall forward, dropping my hands from my breasts to brace myself against the sheets.

I needn’t worry though, because immediately one of my breasts is in his mouth and the other in is hand, picking up right where I left off. What finally drives me over the edge are his teeth—gentle but nipping, taking what’s left of my sanity and tossing it away. I fall against his chest, mouth wet and open at his shoulder, my desperate whines muffled against his skin. He follows me over the edge just moments later, fingers clutching at my back so hard they’ll leave bruises.

#wip snippets #my fic #storybycorey

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ramblingoak · 2 years ago

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Play Ball

You weren’t the only one that loved that baseball uniform...

Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader

Warnings: you and Copia being really into his baseball uniform, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus and a horrified Dewdrop, nsfw 18+ only mdni, 3,500k words

“Papa, you still need to sign--oh shit!"

You quickly covered your eyes, dropping the stack of paperwork you had been holding. Sheet after sheet of the touring budget flew across his bedroom. You spun around to look away from where he was sprawled out across his bed.

“Uh sorella, mi scusi,” You heard fabric rustling and hoped he was shoving himself back into his pants. His baseball pants. Oh Lucifer, you had thought of him in that White Sox uniform on a daily basis since that night last year. And apparently he had kept it.

And now he was wearing them while jacking off.

You took a deep breath and uncovered your eyes only to look directly into his floor length mirror and see him still trying to shimmy the pants back up over his dick. Belial. Your hands flew up again. Ok. Ok, you needed to go, why were you still standing there?

“I’m sorry Papa! Sister Imperator sent me over to make sure you signed off on the budget but you weren’t at your desk. So I uh, so I came to your quarters and your door was open and then I knocked on your bedroom door and I swore I heard you say my name and then I…yeah. I’m so sorry. Very, very sorry.” You shut up and took a deep breath. Waiting for him to finally yell at you to get out.

You jumped when you felt gloved hands grasp your elbows and gently spin you around. His hands slid up your arms and then he pulled your hands away from your face. Copia’s mismatched eyes stared down into yours and you held your breath still expecting him to yell at you. Instead he smiled and pulled your hands up to his lips to place a kiss in each palm.

“Breathe sorella, it is alright. I am not mad, ok?” You took a deep breath and nodded. He hadn’t let go of your hands yet, instead he was now placing a kiss on the tip of each of your fingers. “You heard correctly cara mia, I did say your name. I was imagining you here with me.”

“Oh.” Now he was nipping your fingertips, some of the paint on his lips starting to transfer onto your skin. You weren’t sure what else to say. ‘I was just imagining you in this uniform while I was touching myself in the shower this morning?’ Was that too forward?

“Hmm, yes ‘oh’. Sorella, your Papa has a confession, can I tell you this?” You nodded your head not trusting yourself not to say something stupid. “I’ve thought of you quite often, here in my bed.”

“Oh.” Copia chuckled and moved his lips down to your wrist, sneaking his tongue out to touch your fluttering pulse. He traced back and forth over it for a moment before pulling away slightly. His gazed traced over your face and grinned at the dumbfounded expression you were wearing. Maybe you had fallen in the shower and were imagining all of this.

“I’ve wanted you since you started working for Imperator dolce, so much.” One of his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you tight against his chest. A gasp escaped you when his hard cock rubbed against your belly. You brought your hands up to his chest and began to trace the letters there and you shyly looked up into his face. “And you know what else? I think you want me too, am I right?”

“Yes, Papa.” You had barely finished speaking when he slanted his mouth over yours, stealing your breath away. His tongue immediately demanded entrance into your mouth and you opened for him. You brushed your tongue against his when it slid inside and he groaned and began to tangle his with yours roughly. Copia brought both of his hands up to your face and cradled your cheeks briefly before sliding them into your hair. He gave your strands a quick tug and you moaned against his mouth at the sensation.

Copia pulled away and growled at you before he began to propel you back against the wall next to his doorway. He moved his mouth down to your neck and began to nip and worry at the skin with his teeth. You slipped one hand into his hair to keep him in place but let your other hand slide around to his ass and you gripped him as tightly as you could. He bit down hard at your pulse and you gasped out at the slight pain.

“Sorella, let me take you. Let your Papa fuck you. Per favore.” He shifted his hands down your body, stopping to cup your breasts through your habit. His thumbs rubbed against your nipples and even through the layers of your habit and bra it felt amazing. You closed your eyes and let your head thunk against the wall.

When his hands pulled away from your breasts you whimpered at the loss of contact. Instead he dragged them down your sides and stopped at your waist, slowly tugging at your habit and dragging it up your thighs to bunch in his fists. Thank Satan you were wearing nice panties today. Copia seemed to like them as he gazed at them and then dragged a finger along the black lace on top.

“So pretty, so ready for me, aren't you?” You nodded your head quickly, silently begging for his hands to keep touching you. He leaned back in towards your face and unholy fuck he was so handsome. His eyes were wild and you could see where his skin was flushed where the paint had rubbed off. You could feel the heat radiating off of him through the uniform. “Well dolcezza, can I have you? Will you be mine?”

You shivered as his breath tickled your cheek when he spoke. His tongue snuck out to trace the edge of your ear and wow why were you making him work so hard? You tugged at his hair with the hand still tangled in his locks and he pulled away, his face hovering just over yours. “I’m yours, Papa.”

The feral grin that graced his face nearly made your knees buckle but instead he was the one that dropped down. He planted himself in front of you and wasted no time pushing your habit further up your chest. You gripped the bottom and ripped it over your head letting it fall to the side. Your hands flew to his head when he immediately covered your cunt with his mouth. His tongue rubbing against the already wet fabric of your panties.

He pulled away after a few moments and impatiently tugged at them to get them down your legs. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling as you had to dance from foot to foot to stay standing. Copia helped you steady yourself and then looked up at you as he gripped one of your calves and slung it over his shoulder. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he leaned forward and dragged his tongue through your cunt.

Your eyes rolled back and you dug your heel between his shoulders as his tongue worked between your lips. It danced around your clit and then slid down to play around your entrance. You couldn’t help but try to grind your hips into his face but he gripped your ass to keep you where you were. His tongue was ruthless with you, pushing as far into you as he could and moaning against you as your wetness coated his tongue.

You felt one of his hands come around to join in, the leather sliding against your slick skin. His fingers teased at your entrance, dragging over your opening while his tongue moved to concentrate on your clit. When his lips closed around the small bud he slid a finger inside and rubbed it against your walls. You bucked and cried out when another finger joined the first, barely able to keep yourself upright.

“Oh fuck, Papa!” He groaned against you and the sensation vibrated against your wet skin. His fingers began to fuck you faster and his tongue flicked furiously against your clit. You could hear him working in and out of your wet entrance, even above his growls and your moans.

Your head fell forward when he sucked your clit hard and the sight of him on his knees in that baseball uniform was all it took. You came harder than you ever had, practically falling over him as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you as you came down from your orgasm. He leaned back to watch them work in and out a few more times and then pushed his head closer again to drag his tongue over you. Lapping up the wetness that covered your cunt.

You patted his head a few times silently begging him to stop. You were panting and barely holding yourself up. His wet hand slid around your leg and pulled it off his shoulder. Your eyes met and you were sure you looked like a flushed, sweaty mess but he just grinned at you and winked. Before you could do anything he wrapped his arms around your waist and then hauled you over his shoulder, groaning as he rose up from his knees and onto his feet.

“Ah cazzo, I'm too old for this.” You squealed as he staggered a bit on his feet but he managed to steady himself and walk over to his bed and toss you onto it. You bounced towards the middle but he grasped your ankles and pulled you back towards him. His hands ran up your legs and he tugged them around his waist. Copia then reached up and unclasped your bra, not even letting you pull it off before he closed his mouth over one of your breasts.

As he sealed his lips over your nipple he reached up and started to massage your other breast. You crossed your legs behind his back and dug your heels into him. The action dragged his clothed cock against your cunt and you moaned at the feeling. He lifted his head up from your breast and watched your face as he ground his cock harder against you. You could feel the front of his pinstriped pants dampen as your wet cunt rubbed against him.

Copia took one last lick of your nipple and then pulled up, letting the leather of his gloves drag against your stomach and up your thighs to settle on your knees. You whimpered as he pulled your legs away from him but he immediately went to work pulling the uniform top out of his pants. When he moved to unbutton it you placed one of your feet on his chest to stop him. He met your gaze and raised one of his eyebrows at you in a silent question.

“Leave it on, Papa.” He smiled at you and nodded his head, grasping your foot on his chest and bringing it up to place a delicate kiss on the bottom before letting go. You spread your legs out and then bent them at the knee, placing your feet at the edge of the bed on either side of his hips. He unbuckled his belt and then pulled the zipper down, but he only tugged them down far enough to free his cock.

He watched as you licked your lips at the sight of it, bringing his hand down to pump it a few times. You hooked a leg around his waist again, impatiently encouraging him to move closer. He let you pull him against you, the tip of his cock brushing against your cunt. His hands moved to your knees and he pulled your other leg around his waist and then slid them down your thighs to rest at your hips.

Papa held you there, at the edge of the bed. His hips began to move in small circles, letting your wetness coat his cock. You moaned as it caught on your entrance a few times and you tried to get him to enter you but he seemed determined to tease you. Laughing as you grew more and more frustrated. When tears began to prick at your eyes you brought your hands up to cover your face, embarrassed at how desperate you were.

“Oh dolcezza, no no. Don’t cry. I will take care of you, si?” Copia leaned forward and grasped your hands, pulling them off your face. He smiled down at you and then pulled back to grip your hips again. His eyes roamed over you before coming back up and meeting your own. He flashed that brilliant smile of his again and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Please Papa, please. I need you. I need you to fu-oh!” He didn’t let you finish, Copia had lined himself up and pushed into you with one solid thrust. Your walls stretched tightly around his cock and your mouth hung open at the full feeling. He brought one of his hands from your hip to settle over your belly and he seemed content to look at where his cock disappeared into you for a moment.

Thankfully you didn’t have to start begging him again, he slowly pulled out, letting his cock drag against your walls before stopping with just the tip in your entrance. He growled and thrust back inside, soon starting a steady rhythm in and out of you, grunting each time he entered you. He had you panting and clawing at the sheets as he roughly fucked you. When your body started to shudder he pushed down gently with the hand on your belly and kept you in place.

The other hand on your waist moved to settle above your cunt and he pressed his thumb against your clit. His thrusts became even harder when you began to moan loudly, digging your elbows down into the mattress and pulling up a bit so you could watch his cock move in and out of you.

“You like this dolcezza? Do you like watching me fuck you?” You bit your lip and nodded frantically, beyond words at this point. He suddenly took his hands and moved them back to your hips to pull you up a bit and change the angle of his cock entering you. It caused the tip to hit that spot inside of you each time it pushed in and your head fell back on the bed as you cried out.

Stars started to spark at the edge of your vision, you were getting so close. His movements were becoming erratic and you watched as he panted and grunted with each hard thrust. The slick sounds of his hips meeting yours got louder and you started to cry out each time he entered you.

“That’s it, that’s it. Come for me, come right now.” You gasped at his words and then you were lost. Your insides contracted around his cock and he fell forward as your orgasm caused his own. He pressed his hips against yours as his cock kicked inside of you, filling your cunt with his cum.

You drifted a bit, trying to catch your breath and come back down from your orgasm. Copia was laying over you, his weight pressing you into the bed, still inside of you. You shifted your hips a bit and smiled when you heard him hiss. He pulled up and met your eyes, his paint was a mess and oh, his poor uniform. You would have to bribe the sisters that did his laundry to take extra care with it.

Copia leaned up on his elbow and trailed his hand over your stomach. Smiling softly at you as you brought a hand up to cup his cheek. He turned to press a kiss into your palm and then slowly straightened up, groaning a bit. His hands went back to their favored spot at your hips, you were sure there would be bruises there soon.

He opened his mouth to say something but stopped when the door to his quarters slammed open. You both jerked your heads toward his open bedroom doorway and froze when you heard Dewdrop’s voice call out.

“Hey Copia, did that sister bring that stuff by Imperator was bitchi-oh for the love of fuck!” Dew froze just inside the bedroom and looked on in horror at the two of you. You moved your hands to cover your breasts and felt your skin flush in embarrassment. But Copia seemed unfazed and just glared at the fire ghoul.

“Dewdrop, how many times have I told you to knock?” Copia started to unbutton the uniform top, pulling it off and thankfully draping it over you. Your hands clutched the fabric and now that you were covered you had to bite your lip to stop from giggling.

“I did knock how many times have I told you to lock your damn door! At least close the fucking bedroom door, I can never unsee this!” Dew was gesticulating wildly as he spoke, his voice getting more and more shrill as he went on.

“Then stop fucking looking! You're embarrassing her!” You hissed when Copia finally slipped out of you as he turned to argue with Dewdrop.

“I’m embarrassing the sister? Are you serious? And you think prancing around in that stupid baseball costume isn’t doing the job?” Copia growled and stormed over to Dew, reaching out to grab him. Dewdrop shrieked and leapt out of the way. “Fucking hell put your dick away!”

You were curled up under the shirt trying to keep yourself covered but clutching your sides laughing. Copia had stopped to shove himself back into his pants and zip them up. Dewdrop meanwhile had begun to pick up the budget paperwork you had dropped everywhere.

“What are you doing, get the fuck out! Forget the paperwork!” Copia finally got a hold of Dew’s shoulders and started to push him forcefully towards the bedroom door. Dew yelped and stumbled under the force of his grip.

As Copia wrestled with him you couldn’t help but admire how good he looked. The black undershirt hugged his shoulders and those love handles that you had always wanted to grab a hold of. His belt was still hanging open, but his pants were snug against his ass and thighs. The black socks were still tugged up to just below his knees. You rubbed your thighs together, feeling your body react to the sight of him.

“Ok! Ok I’m going, you can stop pushing geez I don’t know where those gloves have been.” Copia stopped and let Dewdrop go and he straightened up and brushed his jacket off. Once he seemed satisfied he turned towards both of you and took a small bow. “Alright well, you kids have fun. Please lock the fucking door behind me. And…play ball!”

Copia growled and gave him one final shove, slamming the door shut behind him. You heard the click of the lock and sighed, stretching your limbs out from under the top. You watched as Copia turned and gazed at you, the frustration over Dewdrop’s interruption seemed to have already passed. You could feel yourself blush as his eyes traveled over where your legs were sticking out from under his shirt.

You smiled as he walked back towards you, stopping when he was back where he had been before. His hands gripped your ankles and pulled you back towards the edge, your legs hanging off at the knee. He reached over and gripped his shirt and slowly dragged it off you. You could hear him groan as you were fully exposed to him again.

“Dolcezza, I think we can have a little more fun, yes?” You nodded at him, breath catching when his eyes seemed to be locked between your legs. He licked his lips and settled his hands on your thighs, gripping them tightly as he lowered himself onto his knees between your legs once more.

He looked good down there.

His hands rubbed back and forth along the inside of your thighs, moving closer and closer to you cunt again. You heard him groan as he looked at the mess he had left and your breath caught in anticipation of his mouth on you again.

“Now what did our friend say as he was leaving?” Copia leaned his head against the inside of your thigh and looked up at you. You propped yourself up on your elbows to meet his gaze better and bit your lip trying to remember what Dew had said. Your thoughts were interrupted when Copia slid his tongue back into your cunt, slicking it around your entrance again. Lucifer, how were you supposed to think when he was doing that?

You yelped when you felt his teeth nip at the inside of your thigh and you frowned down at him. Oh now you remembered. You snorted and fell back against the bed, covering your face with your hands. Copia was such a dork, but oh you loved him so much. You collected yourself and leaned up on your elbows again, looking at him fondly. The smile he gave you was brilliant and beautiful so you could only smile back and give him the answer he was looking for.

“Play ball.”

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ninchen1909 · 2 years ago

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The Teacher and the Mob Boss -Chapter 8-

Word count: ~3.000

Warnings: none that I can think of, mostly fluff

A comfortable silence surrounds us, our hands still tightly intertwined and I feel closer to James than ever before. For the first time since I met him, compassion arises in me. He never wanted this life, never wanted to belong to a mob, let alone lead one, he took this all on himself to protect his family, his loved ones. James broke down his walls for me, opened the way to his innermost being and I couldn't be more grateful for that. The last days I tried to swallow the attraction I feel for him, but at this moment I can't anymore. All feelings break out in me and I can hardly keep them in check. Still, I don't want to interrupt our intimate conversation, but everything inside me wants to find out as much about him as possible.

"If you could have made your own free choices, what would your life have been like?"

Astonished, Bucky looks me in the face; he seems completely overwhelmed by the question, and it takes him a moment to finally answer

"No one has ever asked me that before."

"Then I'll ask you now."

I pull our clasped hands up slightly just to rest my chin on them, patiently waiting for his answer.

"It would be definitely calmer and not as bloody. I honestly can't tell you exactly how I imagined my life would be when I was younger. And since I've been involved with the mafia, I can't really afford to daydream either. But I can tell you how I imagine my future since I met you."

A mischievous smile spreads across his face and I raise an eyebrow in anticipation before asking him to continue talking with a slight smile.

"Our life together would be quiet and away from all this violence and intrigue. Just you, me and Charlie, a small farm somewhere in the middle of nowhere from which we can get everything we need. Or maybe a cozy cottage somewhere in the woods. Just a small family and a carefree childhood for my daughter, one like I never had. Far away from all the hate, lies and scheming that goes on every day. Just the three of us, some animals and peace. And maybe, if that's what you want too of course, a sibling for Charlie."

A dreamy glint enters his eyes and an expression full of longing creeps onto his features.

"That sounds perfect."

"Only unfortunately, we don't live in a perfect world, so I guess it will always be just a dream."

Tenderly, he strokes over my cheek, still a slight, melancholic smile pulling his full lips.

"But we can make the world perfect for ourselves."

"We?"

All at once he sits bolt upright beside me, the pressure around my hand intensifies, and he looks at me from hopeful eyes. A wide, honest smile settles on my lips and I nod.

"Yes, Jamie, we."

"So you really want to try? You don't have to feel pressured into anything, I just-"

To stop him from talking himself into a rage any further, I disengage our hands from each other and clasp mine in his neck. Surprised by my action, he stops his babbling and looks at me in amazement. Calm, ice-blue eyes bore into mine, a shiver chases down my spine, and I unconsciously lean toward him. My fingertips bury themselves in his hair and begin to play with the individual strands.

"I want to, James. I didn't want to admit to myself that I was falling in love with a man I thought was dangerous. And the father of one of my students at that. But I realized I'd already blown that after our meeting in Stark's office. Otherwise, the possibility that you were engaged wouldn't have thrown me off like that either. But that's exactly what it did."

Briefly averting my gaze from his face and trying to collect myself, I noticed his large hands settle on my thighs and begin tracing patterns on them.

"But I hope you know that if we're going to start seeing each other more often, there have to be some rules."

"You make the rules."

His eager tone, triggers a slight tingle inside me.

"We keep our relationship private as much as possible. I'm still Charlotte's teacher, and even though it's a gray area legally, I don't think the school would be too pleased about me dating the father of one of my students."

"I could, however, talk to Tony an..."

A serious look from me immediately silences him and he raises his hands up defensively, yet I can still see his mischievous smile.

"Ok, agreed, we'll keep a low profile. Any other rule?"

"No secrets."

Again I see him open his mouth to most likely contradict me, but I interrupt him before even a word can leave his lips.

"I'm serious James. No secrets. I know I don't understand much about your world, your fake fiancée made that clear to me. But that fact, makes it even more important for me, that we are honest with each other.

I want to know when you're feeling down or when something's bothering you or also when we're in danger and I'll give that back to you the same way. Communication is the most important thing if we want this to work.

Briefly, James seems to quibble with my condition, but gives in with a simple, "All right," before long.

"Any other rules?"

After a moment's consideration, I shake my head.

"No, not at the moment..."

"Good."

No sooner has that word left his lips than he buries one of his paw-like hands in my neck and pulls me close to him, a quick glance into my eyes telling him all he needs to know. And just a second later, his soft, full lips are on mine. The kiss is loving and tender, almost reverently his lips move against mine. Millions of electric jolts run through my body and a satisfied moan escapes my throat. Clearly I can feel his grin against my lips, tenderly he strokes his hand through my hair, while he asks with his tongue for entry into my mouth, which I grant him without thinking about it. I have my palms pressed strongly against his chest, his body heat penetrates through his shirt and chases a shiver over my body. Our tongues fight for dominance. And I feel my core tighten. Only when my lungs beg me to let them breathe again, I detach myself from him with a last short, heartfelt kiss.

Just like mine, his chest rises and falls in rapid movements, our lips are red and swollen and there is a happy, satisfied expression on our faces. Desire rises in me and I let my index finger slide lightly over his chest before looking at him with what I hope are seductive eyes.

"Shall we go to my bedroom, then?"

I surprise myself by making my voice sound firm and confident, but I can't say the same for my emotions. Nervousness rises in me, and I feel like I've been transported back to seventh grade, when I snuck behind the gym with David Moore to make out. James' loud, throaty laugh brings me back to reality and I look at him, puzzled and also a little offended. Sulking, I cross my arms in front of my chest and look at him with raised eyebrows.

"What's so funny?"

My words are accompanied by an indignant snort.

"Just a few hours ago you wanted nothing to do with me anymore and now you want me in your bedroom. And honestly..."

"If I were you Barnes, I'd think very carefully about what I say next, otherwise that'll be your first and last invitation to my bedroom."

"Then you'd really be missing out."

At his words, I roll my eyes, but can't prevent a slight smile from creeping onto my lips.

"You know, with any other woman I would have accepted this offer immediately and if I am completely honest, I would not have had such a long and above all honest conversation with any other woman, as I do now with you. We would have disappeared into her bedroom, fucked and I would have left. No feelings, no guilty conscience, no meaning. And that's also why I'm not going to go to your bedroom with you now."

The words I've been plotting get stuck in my throat and a surprised expression settles on my face. Pure sincerity is in his eyes and the mischievous grin is gone from his lips.

"I don't want that shallowness with you that I had with all those other women..."

"Yeah there were quite a few of those apparently".

Startled, I slap my hands over my mouth, shocked at having spoken my thoughts aloud.

"Oh fuck, sorry, so...I...it's just that....after you introduced yourself to me...and Wanda told me who you were, I googled your name and..."

"And you saw the pictures of me with all the women."

His conclusion hits right on the mark, which is why I can only nod my head in shame.

"That's my past and I can't and won't deny it. I've slept with a lot of women, but I never fooled them, they always knew where they stood with me. And if one of them was hoping for something more, I made it clear to them that there would never be anything between us. I never had the interest in a real relationship at that time..until now. What I want to say is that I want to take my time with you to build a relationship. Nothing superficial, but something with meaning, if that's what you want, of course."

Almost shyly, he looks at his hands. Carefully I reach for this very one and intertwine our fingers together, lovingly I begin to paint small patterns on the back of his hand.

"Yes I do, very much so."

The pleasant silence that surrounds us is interrupted a short time later by the shrill ringing of his cell phone, with a frustrated sigh he pulls it out of his pocket. The name that appears on the display elicits a roll of the eyes. With raised eyebrows, I watch as he answers the call and presses the phone to his ear.

"What's wrong?"

He doesn't really seem to like his counterpart's answer, because after just a few words, a dark expression settles on his features.

"Are they okay?"

Tense, I try to hear what Bucky's interlocutor is saying, but to no avail.

"Sure the video footage, I'll be right there."

Even as he speaks, he rises from the sofa and begins putting on his jacket.

"I want increased security protection for them."

With a final, brash "Right away!", he ends the call and puts his phone back in his pocket.

"I'm really sorry princess, but I have to go."

With quick steps, you follow him to the front door.

"James, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

"Princess, please..."

"James, we agreed there would be no secrets between us."

He turns his gaze to me, his whole body tense and I think for a brief moment I can see fear in his eyes. Concerned, I place a hand on his forearm.

"I know princess and I promise you that I will explain everything to you, to the last detail if you want me to. But now I have to leave. Urgently."

The seriousness in his makes me pull my hand back.

"Okay."

And with a quick kiss on my forehead, he's gone from the apartment.

An uneasy feeling spreads through the pit of my stomach as I get through my evening routine. Again and again, my thoughts drift to James. A thousand questions buzz through my head as I drop into the white pillows of my bed, the apartment suddenly too quiet and my thoughts too loud.

I don't know exactly when I fell asleep, but what I do know is that the night was far too short, languidly swinging myself out of bed and rubbing my hands over my eyes on the way to the bathroom. After getting ready for work, a quick glance at my phone shows me that I have no new messages. With a deep sigh and still far too sleepy, I head off to school, thankful that today is finally Friday.

About 20 minutes later, I'm already standing in front of the all too familiar brick building, which I now approach with slow steps. From far away I can already see the brown hair of Wanda. She seems to be nervously pacing back and forth in front of the entrance door, her teeth are gnawing at her fingernails and she seems to be waiting for someone. The question of who she's waiting for, however, is solved a short time later, because no sooner have I entered her field of vision than she releases her hand from her mouth and takes a few steps towards me.

"Hey, (y/n).

"Morning."

As Wanda stands in front of me, I suddenly remember why James came to see me in the first place. Nevertheless, I don't know how I should best address this topic, which is why I decide to avoid Wanda for the time being. However, I have made the calculation without Wanda, because I have hardly run a step past her, she already grabs my arm and holds me gently at it.

"(y/n), I know you suspect something...all I want to do is clear all this up so there are no misunderstandings."

"I think the misunderstandings have already occurred, but we can meet tonight and talk. If thats what you really want"

A grateful expression settles on her face and she nods at me with a smile.

"Thanks. I'll be at your place at seven."

After a brief nod from my side, she lets go of my arm and I take my leave in the direction of my classroom . A quick glance at my wristwatch tells me that my first class already starts in 15 minutes, so I just quickly put my bag down on the desk, and head for the door, to greet my students. After just a few minutes, the first of them arrive and I greet each of them with a bright smile and a cheerful "Good morning."

The sound of heavy leather boots coming in my direction makes me turn my gaze from my students to this source of noise. The familiar face of the man makes my heart beat a little faster and I'm sure a slight blush has settled on my cheeks.

"Good morning Mrs. (y/l/n)"

Charlotte's cheerful tone makes a big smile appear on my face.

"Good morning Charlotte, glad to see you."

With a quick kiss on the cheek, she says goodbye to her father, only to immediately run to her friends. Meanwhile, James comes close to me, his intrusive yet pleasant smell rising to my nose, and I have to make an effort not to close my eyes with pleasure.

"Good morning princess"

Tenderly he brushes a strand of hair from my face.

"Morning. Have you got everything sorted?"

An apologetic expression comes over his face and he smiles apologetically at me.

"Yes, everything is back to the way it should be. And believe me, I'll keep my promise and tell you all about it..."

He casts a quick glance over my shoulder before returning his eyes to my face.

"...But not here."

"Yeah right, I understand that."

"There's something else I wanted to ask you..."

Questioningly I raise my eyebrow and look at him waiting, one of his hands now buried in his neck and he looks at me almost shyly.

"...Fuck, normally I'm better at this, but I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go on a date with me? I mean now that everything is good between us again...It's all good right?"

A light laugh escapes me.

"Yes James, it's all good and I would love to go on a date with you."

A million dollar smile appears on his face.

"Perfect. I can't tonight, Charlie and I try to do a father daughter night every Friday, but how about tomorrow...I'll tell you all about it then too."

"Yeah tomorrow is fine."

"Perfect, I'll pick you up at seven."

With that he takes one look around the now completely empty corridor, the rest of the classroom doors are already closed and a restful quiet has settled over the school hallways. After James is sure that no one is to be seen, he leans forward slightly and captures my lips with his. His soft lips nestle tenderly against mine and I close my eyes with a light sigh, Bucky's tangy scent almost driving me crazy. Much too quickly he detaches himself from me again, before he says goodbye with a "See you tomorrow princess". My gaze is directed the whole time at his departing figure and only the slamming of the main door brings me back to the here and now.

With a soft sigh, I turn my gaze away from the door and enter the classroom, where my students are already waiting for me. With a smile, I stand in front of them and begin the lesson.

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captain-mj · 1 year ago

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Black Coffee

Poll at the end

Soap gave Ghost a cup of black coffee from the cafeteria. It didn’t look that good, but he’d drink it.

Ghost shifted and Soap settled into his side. “Hate hospitals.”

“They’re not my favorite either.”

Ghost grabbed his hand and gently rubbed circles into it. The nurse told them a while ago that Jason was sleeping off drugs from surgery. He was doing fine, as fine as one could with a gunshot at least, but he was breathing.

“Can’t believe this all started because I had a crush on my barista. He was the one that dragged me into the coffeeshop.” Ghost stroked his inner wrist, tracing his veins.

Soap hesitated. “Your friends seem really concerned about something. I want to know what they’re worrying about.”

Ghost sighed. “My little… incident.”

He didn’t want to talk about this.

He had to though. Didn’t he? He had been avoiding it for weeks.

“Tried to kill myself.”

Soap flinched. Those pretty blue eyes went wide.

“It’s complicated. I got high on some underground stuff. Specifically for dragons. Works a bit like weed I’m told but that’s not how it went for me. Then I was in my bathroom and it didn’t seem like a bad idea.

Then a few days passed. Knew I was sober. And I still wanted to. So I did. Price found me. Said he had never seen someone so pale.”

“Bad trip?”

“No. Good trip. Just made me realize how fucking miserable I was. I thought of my life. Where I was. How many people I buried. And part of me gave up. Stayed down. I’ve pushed forward my whole life, but suddenly I just couldn’t.” Ghost drank the coffee. “You’re sweet, Soap. Really are. But you’ve seen the scars. I’m sure you can piece together some awful things happened to me. Then I came home and more awful things happened.”

“When I said those things…”

Ghost laughed. “Jesus, Johnny. I got upset. Made some questionable decisions. But I didn’t plan on bleeding myself dry any time soon. It’s been hard convincing all of them of this.”

Soap nodded. “I can imagine.” His fingers were warm as they pressed against his wrist. For a moment, Ghost though he was feeling for scarring before those fingertips settled right on his pulse.

“I’m alive, Johnny. And I’m right here.” Simon softened.

Soap shook his head. “I’m sorry. I-”

Ghost yanked his wrist away. “No. None of that. I don’t want apologies from you. I wish everyone would just move on. I keep giving people time and they just don’t move on.”

Soap nodded and looked down at his hands.

They sat in silence for a long while before a nurse let them know that Jason had woken back up.

Ghost stalked forward quickly, the world finally started to feel right again.

Jason smiled and sat up. “Did it work?”

Ghost stepped to the side to show him Soap. Jason immediately brightened.

“Nice to formally meet you, Soap.” He grinned. Dumb and toothy. Just like his best friend.

“Jason. Very nice to finally get to know you.” Soap grabbed a chair.

The two got on like a house on fire. Both of them had a lot in common.

Ghost felt himself falling into his normal silence, watching the two of them. Jason looked pale, but definitely alive. There was an IV pumping who knows what into his body and he noticed Jason hitting the morphine button every three minutes. One minute longer than the minimum. Smart. He did have an addicting personality. Better to try to wait as long as he could with the pain management. If he got addicted, Ghost would have to watch him. Make sure he stayed alive and not overdosing.

Jason hummed. “Simon. You’re doing it again.”

“Hmm?”

“Thinking super hard. You tend to go in spirals.” Jason smiled before looking at Soap. “If you see him scrunching up his mouth and looking distant, that’s why. Dangerous to let his thoughts wander.”

“So I’ve heard.”

Soap was getting all types of intel on Ghost. It made him nervous. He hoped no one else gave him any more information.

The universe was against him. He knew that once any of the other guys got around Soap, they would spill everything. It used to scare him. Being known.

But it felt okay, right now.

Jason told Soap a few stories from their childhood, mostly talking about Simon’s partying days. It felt like when he was a teen and his mom told his crushes stories about when he was a baby.

He realized after a minute that’s exactly what it was. Jason was doing it on purpose. The bastard.

The nurse kicked them out eventually and Soap held Ghost’s hand as they walked. They fell in step with each other and Soap kissed his hand a few times.

“Wayne.”

“What about him?”

“What do we plan on doing with him?” Ghost asked. “If you wanted, we could get him out of jail. Thought maybe you’d want face to face confrontation. Or I could snipe him for you.”

“I’ll think about it.”

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veronicaphoenix · 1 year ago

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Chapter tags & trigger warnings: angst, ptsd, anxiety, references to sexual content, references to alcohol consumption, references to childhood trauma and abusive relationships. | Word count: 5.6k | Cross posted on AO3. | Series masterpost. ✧.*

General trigger warnings: This work addresses and depicts issues related to addiction and violence, contains explicit sexual content, and explores themes of childhood trauma. Reader discretion is advised. +18

I felt a tingling in my nose, and I had some difficulty breathing. When I opened my eyes, my vision was clouded by a curtain of brown hair. I perceived the scent of vanilla, and then my nerve endings realized that what was pressed against me was a body.

Lia’s body.

I almost jumped off the bed. I jerked upright, wide-eyed, staring at the figure on the pull-out sofa.

Lia was sleeping with her back on the mattress, one hand on her chest, her head cocked to the opposite side where I had been. My face had been sunk in her hair, and there, I had spent my sleeping hours, in a vanilla-scented, silky-smooth paradise, my arm around Lia’s stomach, which was exposed because the T-shirt had ridden up to just below her breasts. A blanket had covered her until I stood up with a start, and although she had her panties on, I was very aware of what had happened.

Of what we had done.

I touched my forehead. My head began to ache.

She looked so serene, so lost in her dreams, and I couldn’t believe the mistake we had made. I didn’t have my t-shirt on, and my sweatpants were unlaced.

Faint rays of sunlight were streaming in from the sides of the curtains on the window, indicating that the clouds of the previous night had dissipated after dropping a downpour that had accompanied us in the background during the night.

I got to my feet and ran to the trash can in search of a used condom. A wave of relief poured through my chest as I realized it was there, only to be overcome with guilt and despair. As much as it was between the two of us, Lia wasn’t going to forgive me for what had happened, and I wasn’t going to forgive myself either.

For a few minutes, I lay still at the end of the bed, not knowing what to do. I looked around me. Empty beer bottles, cans and bags of chips were on the desk, spread out in what little space was left between computer screens, keyboards, speakers and so on. There was a bottle of water lying on the floor, unopened. My t-shirt had ended up on the floor, and was half hidden under the couch. I bent down to pick it up, almost afraid, because picking up the pieces of the night before meant making every single thing that had happened even more real. The memory of Lia’s hands removing my shirt, tracing my tattoos with her fingertips...

It must have been the effect of the alcohol that had her so calm and collected. I could see her chest rise and fall slowly, nothing like the agitated movement of when we had been fucking.

I was aware that this was the calm before the storm. The hurricane I had imagined the night before had nothing to do with the one that was about to come.

I grabbed the sheets and covered Lia with them, and without looking back, I left the studio, my head aching horribly and my heart heavy in my chest.

I ran a hand through my hair as I made my way down the hall and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I needed a coffee and an ibuprofen. What I didn’t need was to find Jolly in the kitchen, sitting at the kitchen island with the MacBook in front of him and next to it an empty cup of coffee.

“When the hell did you get here?” It was the first thing I managed to say to him, my voice hoarse. I wasn’t expecting him there after he had left to spend the night with Emery, and my state didn’t agree with having to deal with my friend now, when I needed to deal with myself and my actions first.

Jolly looked at the watch on his wrist with raised eyebrows. Some of his hair was tied up in a bun at the back of his head and he was wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans. His backpack lay on the floor by the front door.

“An hour ago, exactly.” He raised his eyes to look at me, and a smile began to creep across his face. “Did you sleep well?” He asked with well-meaning boldness.

He fucking knew.

“When I crossed the hallway I saw that your bedroom door was open and neither you nor Lia were inside. I knocked several times on the studio door and when no one answered I opened it. I was ecstatic when I came back home because I myself had a great night with emery, but man, you’ve finally...”

“Shut up,” I ordered, ignoring him and resuming my walk, heading for the cabinet where we kept the medicines Lia had brought the last time I had been sick.

Behind me, Jolly closed his mouth and followed me with his eyes and his brow furrowed.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” I repeated, tempted to let out a sardonic laugh. I took the pill out of the blister pack and popped it into my mouth. I poured myself a glass of water and turned away as I took a single gulp and swallowed the ibuprofen. “What’s wrong is that Lia was drunk.”

Jolly’s expression fell. He stood upright on the stool. All his attention shifted to me. I saw the concern and disappointment on his face.

“What the fuck are you talking about? What have you done?”

“I was drunk too, okay?” I tried to justify myself, knowing it was in vain. “Not as much as she was, but... I...” My gaze fell.

Jolly knew exactly what I meant.

I let out a breath of air, rested my hands on the edge of the kitchen island and slumped my shoulders.

“Fuck,” I mumbled. “Fuck! I don’t know what I’m going to do. I swear I didn’t take advantage of her. I would never do anything like that, but I was so out of it... And she... she wanted it. She didn’t do her part and she fucking told me she wanted it.”

“It sounds like you two had a good time, even though you’re pulling your hair out.”

How could I tell Jolly how I’d felt while I had her thighs clinging to my hips and sinking into her tightness again and again, drawing moans from her that made me want to drag that moment into eternity? Even though half of my consciousness had been turned off, I hadn’t enjoyed sex so much in a long time. If I confessed that to Jolly, he’d say something corny like ‘being in love makes it feel better, it’s more enjoyable; it’s different’.

I didn’t want to think about those delusions that morning. I was too hysterical to dream about what it would be like if things worked out. If I was brave. If Lia wasn’t made of glass.

“That’s the last thing that matters right now,” I muttered.

I couldn’t stop shifting my body weight from one leg to the other, and I didn’t know where to look. A wave of fear hit me every time I thought of Lia at the end of the hall, still wrapped in the sheets where our sweat and the stench of sex had settled.

When Jolly sensed my distress, he leaned with one arm on the kitchen isle and faced me more, uttering my name more slowly to claim my attention.

He spoke only when I looked up at him.

“Noah, I’ve known Lia for nearly as long as I’ve known you, and given her alcohol issues I think you should tell her, before it gets worse,” he said, lowering his voice. “There’s no turning back now. I would tell her. Maybe then...”

“Tell her what?”

“Fuck, you’re still pulling that shit?” He showed his exasperation by looking up to the sky and raising his arms. “You’ve had a crush on her for years. You’re in love with her, Noah.”

“She’s my best friend, Jolly.”

“As if that wouldn’t make it any more obvious...” he replied, this time rolling his eyes.

If he was tired, he had an idea of how I felt. Physically, I was fine. My body felt... Satisfied, sated, because it was; sex and sleeping glued to Lia had been a sort of rejuvenating antidote. As for my head and my mental state, I was a mess.

“I need to think, and with this headache I don’t think I can.”

I leaned forward, resting my forearms on the kitchen island and holding my head in my hands. I tossed my hair back in a gesture of desperation. Just as dozens of images of Lia at my mercy, naked, on my bed, moaning and screaming my name had flashed through my head the night before, now the images suffocating me were terrifying.

“I don’t want to be a pest,” Jolly continued, tucking his hair behind his ear, “but I think things are not going well, and you need to do something about it and stop playing family dramas. I think we’ve all had enough, and I don’t know who you’re trying to fool at this point—yourself? You lost that battle with us long ago, Noah.”

I was exhausted. And I didn’t want to fight it anymore.

“I don’t want to hurt her,” I whispered, avoiding his gaze.

Lia already had too many scars. I had always been the one to mend them. I didn’t want to become part of the blacklist on which were written her mother’s name, the names of the men who had passed through her house when she was still a child, the names of several schoolmates, and finally, Mitch’s. I had grown up with a protective instinct toward her, an instinct that was born the moment I saw her sitting on the sidewalk one spring morning, alone, wild, and pulling weeds growing from the concrete. Even though I had been a child, I had felt pity and interest at the same time, and when she lifted her huge eyes to me, I found her to be both a strange and magical creature. There was something about her that I had never seen in other people. It was not something material. It was the aura that enveloped her, her allure.

Others would never understand, but I knew there was a thread that connected Lia and me. My grandmother had told us dozens of times, and we had laughed it off.

It was one of the few times I was alone with Jolly and we were having such a conversation. It was awkward. I wished I could’ve just heard about his night with Emery and feel happy for him. But I couldn’t. Now, I wasn’t used to making confessions this intimate in front of him, even though he was one of my best friends because we had known each other for over a decade, and he knew how I truly felt.

Lia and I had been since before anyone else, hence why it had been weird when our friends started making comments about us that strayed away from what was friendship and wandered into another realm. They always managed to make Lia laugh, and being as she was, so lively and clever, she always had something smart or sassy to reply, or she would seize the moment and seek to tease me with playful comments. While she let the wind take those comments away, for me the situation had been different, and the boys had begun to notice my looks, my behavior, and they realized before I did what was happening to me.

Still, I didn’t want to admit it out loud, and a part of me refused to accept Jolly’s assertions.

“Why would you hurt her? Loving someone implies the opposite. And you, precisely you, all you’ve done for Lia has been taking care of her.”

“Because she just got out of a relationship that fucked her up completely, and because we made a promise when we were kids, and even though I broke it, she doesn’t have to know about it. I’ve already screwed her up enough with this.”

“I don’t know, man. The way I see it, you might be the only one who can help her. And even if she’s still recovering from the hell she’s going through, I don’t think she was really in love with that bastard.”

“What do you mean?”

“That maybe Lia...”

The sound of a door opening down the hall stopped us. My heart stopped beating for a couple of seconds and then resumed its dizzying palpitations.

Jolly’s presence didn’t reassure me in any way. Much less with what he had just told me. If he hadn’t been there, I would have spent the minutes pacing back and forth, crossing the kitchen and living room time after time, thinking about the possibilities of what might happen once I had Lia in front of me again. Maybe she would yell at me, or maybe she would appear down the hallway and pause in the distance to watch me until she found the courage to come over and slap me. Maybe she would burst into tears and drop to her knees on the floor.

Of all the possibilities that crossed my mind, the only one I wanted was the one I knew for certain wouldn’t happen. I was too delusional. The more rational part of me waited for Lia to slap me, and just as one part of me was delusional, another was masochistic, and I didn’t mind Lia letting her emotions out on me if that was how she could let off the frustration, disappointment, and pain.

But it didn’t matter how bad I felt; nor did the fear and the insecurity. There was one memory out of all the ones we had created the night before that constantly overlapped with the others, and that was Lia’s voice whispering to me that she’d been waiting for that moment her whole life, and the clarity in her eyes, the determination that is so uncharacteristic of someone who is completely gone.

How much alcohol was in those words?

I should have made my coffee as soon as I’d entered the kitchen, and drank the whole cup in one go, because I wasn’t ready to face her.

I heard her faint footsteps approaching, and held my breath until she came into view in the hall, in the space separating the kitchen from the living room. Her face, although it betrayed how sleepy she felt, showed how scared she was; terrified, even. She had the same expression of someone who wakes up in an unknown location and is unaware of everything around her. I stood up, freeing my hands from the islet, which I had been clutching tightly until my knuckles turned white.

Lia, with her hair in disarray and dressed in the same t-shirt under which I had slipped my hand to touch her breasts mere hours before, when the wind was still blowing outside and the moon was shining behind the clouds, only paid attention to Jolly’s presence for a couple of seconds. Her gaze lingered on mine. We had never looked at each other like that.

I just wanted to get close to her and wrap her in my arms, protect her small figure, so delicate with that magic that came from the serenity she exuded standing there with my clothes she wore as pj’s and her features still numb.

But with the alcohol almost gone from her system, she was aware that wanting that at that moment was akin to wanting to catch the moon.

“Good morning, Gremlin.”

Jolly’s voice and the affectionate nickname he had bestowed on her years ago didn’t get Lia to take her eyes off me. Although she blinked, she didn’t pay the slightest attention to him. I saw her lips part slightly. Her chest was slowly swelling, but inside her a battle was raging that would only get worse in the next few minutes.

Jolly closed his MacBook and picked it up as he stood up, aware enough that he was not supposed to be there for what was about to happen.

She approached Lia and left a lingering kiss on her head. With the pressure of it, Lia’s head tilted slightly to the opposite side, but she remained undeterred, and reminded me of a lifeless doll.

Jolly disappeared, leaving behind an empty coffee cup and a silence that chilled my blood. My ears couldn’t even hear the ticking of thewall clock or the noises coming from outside through the glass window leading to the garden.

We both heard the door to Jolly’s room close, and we continued to stare at each other for what seemed like an eternity until Lia finally said something.

“Tell me it didn’t happen,” her voice was a whisper that broke on the last word. Her throat must have been dry, even though in the studio there was a full bottle of water on the floor. Her lower lip began to tremble. “Tell me we didn’t do it, Noah.”

There was so much hope in her voice, it was exactly that which broke my heart. Her eyes filled with tears, and I knew that Lia wanted me to scoop her up in my arms and tell her that it hadn’t happened, that it had all been a dream and that everything was still okay between us, that we hadn’t broken any promises and hadn’t crossed a line from which we could never back out.

But even though I could have lied to her, I didn’t.

My face, my expression, revealed the truth to her without needing to say anything.

Her neck was covered in hickeys and marks caused by the little bites I had given her during our unbridled encounter. I bet she hadn’t yet seen them, and that they would remain there for days to remind her of what we had done, whether she liked it or not.

She held her breath for a few moments. She probably had a horrible headache, just as I did. A tear fell from one of her eyes. Immediately, and taking me by surprise, she ran the back of her hand across her cheek to get rid of it, then turned away and hurriedly left the room.

Only then was I able to react and pronounce her name.

I went after her, my heart pounding in my chest and the beat echoing in my ears.

Lia had gone into my room, and by the time I caught up with her just seconds later, she was gathering all her things and putting them in the same bag I had made her pack weeks ago when I went to pick her up from Mitch’s house.

I knew that would be the first exit she would be seeking, and that as soon as she set foot outside this house, my chest would congest and I’d start having trouble breathing, and that I would find myself coughing up flowers that night.

“Lia, wait.”

I had nothing else to say. I didn’t know what else to say.

“I don’t want to wait,” she answered, hurriedly and without stopping her moving from one side to the other of the room, ignoring my presence, as if hours before she had not desperately desired it. “I don’t want to keep waiting for my life to fall apart until there’s nothing left to do,” she said as she opened one of the drawers I had emptied for her and she had filled with underwear.

Her words, the tone in which she uttered them, were like needles in my chest. I watched her with a frown and parted lips, looking for a way to stop it, to stop her, to turn back time.

“Lia, we can fix this.”

“No, we can’t,” she replied, raising her head for a moment, “and don’t try to make me believe otherwise.”

Lia had an unfortunate and recurrent experience of problems in her life never getting solved. While at the moment she couldn’t see past what we had done and every bad thing that had happened in her life, I had another perspective. Lia was stronger than she thought she was, and she hadn’t realized it yet.

“Lia, what’s happened...”

I was nervous, and I was scared, but I wasn’t going to let that fear dominate the situation. I grabbed her hands when she made a move to put some shorts in the bag, and the contact startled her, causing her to drop the piece of clothing immediately and turn away from me.

“Listen to me,” I pleaded. “I know you’re angry, and disappointed. So am I. I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t mean for this to happen, I assure you.”

“Then why didn’t you stop it, Noah?” She sobbed. Her legs threatened to give out.

“Because you asked me to go on.”

“What are you talking about?”

“God, Lia...” It was hard to find the right words. I put a hand to my forehead. I spoke cautiously. “I asked you if you were sure, and you told me you’d been waiting for that moment your entire life.”

My stomach shrank. Lia turned pale as her gaze intensified on mine, her eyes wide open. They were covered with a glossy film. More tears threatened to spill.

“I’d been drinking,” she muttered under her breath, “and I don’t remember anything. You should have stopped me!”

I’d rather she yelled at me than ignored me and gave me the silent treatment.

I took a step toward her. We were no more than six feet apart. The room was big, but that morning it seemed smaller, more suffocating.

“I had been drinking too, Lia. If I hadn’t been in that state, I wouldn’t have let it happen. Who do you take me for? Are you going to blame everything on me?”

Her chest trembled, her features contorting from the crying she was still holding back.

“Lia,” I continued, lowering my voice and opening my arms, showing her that I didn’t want to fight, that I didn’t want to go down this path that was only downhill. “What does it matter? If you can’t remember, let’s forget it and pretend nothing happened.”

She frowned. She sniffled through her nose and again wiped away a tear she hadn’t been able to keep from falling from her eyes.

“Would you be able to? Would it be that easy for you?”

I hadn’t been wrong when I’d woken up that morning and considered how badly we would deal with the consequences of our madness, especially Lia.

“No, of course not,” I answered truthfully. Now I had her in front of me, cowering into herself, on the verge of crying, pale, and seeking safety away from me when the night before had been quite the opposite and her hands had clung to me as if I were her lifeline, my name had been constantly on her lips, asking for more, and my body had served as her shelter when she had let herself go. Of course it wouldn’t be easy for me, for more reasons than she knew. “But I don’t want to lose you.”

The words seemed to stir something inside her, because she allowed herself to cry, holding back sobs now. She stopped looking at me because she could not tolerate it. She dropped onto the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress, dejected.

“How am I going to get better like this? What the hell was I thinking?”

She spoke more to herself than to me. She didn’t expect me to give her an answer. She stared at the floor and at two pairs of shoes in the corner, one hers and one mine, as if she didn’t know what they were doing there.

“I can’t stay here anymore,” she decided.

I closed my eyes for a moment. Those words were exactly what I hadn’t wanted to hear even though I knew they would come out of her mouth eventually.

“I am aware of what has happened, of what... we have done,” I hastened to answer, swallowing my breath. “But we can... Let it go. Wipe the slate clean. You don’t have to go anywhere, Lia.”

“I wish it were all so simple,” she whispered, raising her sad brown eyes to me.

“Why isn’t it?”

I knew the answers, but I didn’t want to accept the imminent. I wouldn’t just let her go.

“Don’t you know? How can you look me in the eye after what we’ve done?”

“The same way you are looking at me,” I answered, keeping calm.

“I don’t remember anything,” she insisted through her teeth. Her hands had clutched at the sheets, crumpling them.

“Then I can pretend,” I replied, lifting my chin. “I can pretend nothing happened and you can stay, and things can go on as they are.”

Lia frowned.

“Why does it seem so easy for you, Noah?”

“It’s not,” I admitted, “but if I have to pretend to make you stay, I’ll do it. The last thing I want is for you to leave. I’ve fucked up, I’ve fucked up good. We both have, but I’m not going to throw away our relationship because of one mistake.”

“A mistake? We fucked on the couch, Noah!”

And we promised that something like that would never happen between us. She didn’t say it, but we both knew it.

She raised her voice, and made me lose my temper for a moment.

“And last week we kissed on that very same couch and nothing changed between us, or did it?!”

I watched as my reply disarmed her. She dropped her shoulders. She was no longer crying but it was more than obvious that she was being overwhelmed by dozens of emotions.

“I’m so... angry, Noah... I can’t even tell you.”

“I know, but that doesn’t change that I still want you here, Lia, and that I still want to take care of you.”

“How are you gonna take care of me if I can’t even take care of myself? I shouldn’t have drank a single drop of alcohol. You should have stopped me. This is not working, Noah, and I’m not your responsibility.”

Yeah, you are, whether you want to be or not. You’re my best friend. You’re my family.

“I need help, and I need to get out of here.”

“Lia, I can help you.”

“No,” she answered, stern. “If I stay, all I’ll do is drag you into this pit hole I’m in.”

“And where you plan on going? Back to your apartment? You’d rather be alone?”

“At least this way I won’t hurt you, and I won’t hurt myself.”

I wasn’t so sure about that.

“Lia, for God’s sake. Stay. Stay here. If you don’t want to see me, if you don’t want us to pass each other in the hallway, I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen, but stay.”

“I’m not that childish, Noah,” she mumbled at my solution. “We work together. The tour starts in three weeks. I’m going to see you whether I want it or not.”

She didn’t mean it with spite. Her tone was weak and I knew she was making an effort because she was aware that the consequences of what we’d done were being suffered by both of us. There was a paradox in the fact that a night of pleasure produced so much pain once it was over. I wanted to tell her that we’d just had sex, that it wasn’t the end of the world, but at the same time, mentioning it like that might’ve sound too cold, too harsh, and too meaningless. I didn’t risk it. I had to get her to stay, even if she no longer wanted to talk to me or look me in the eye. I could live with that, I thought, as long as she stayed close, even though the night before, as I was sinking into her, I thought I couldn’t live without that feeling invading me every night for the rest of my life.

“And that’s not the point,” she continued, looking away. I saw her nibble at her lower lip, blink her eyes to keep from crying, squeeze the fabric of the sheets tighter between her fingers. “I have to go back to my apartment and sort out my life.”

I took a breath of air and another cautious step toward her. I had never felt so cramped in my own room. I wanted to get rid of that feeling because I knew that the moment Lia left, I would miss her presence, how her voice and smiles had filled that space where there had almost always been a silence broken only by my voice once in a while, when I took a phone call while already in bed or when one of the boys made too much noise in the morning and I had to yell at them to be more considerate. I couldn’t. That day, that morning, my room was a prison from which both Lia and I were trying to escape.

“Not a good idea,” I repeated.

Lia turned her head toward me again, trying to understand my words.

“At this point in my life, nothing seems like a good idea, but at least being alone I’ll make sure I don’t get into trouble because I fucked my best friend.”

“Don’t talk like that. I don’t like it, Lia.” This time, my tone was coarser. I wasn’t going to have Lia’s behavior if she continued that way.

“And what do I call it? You want me to sugarcoat it? You want me to refer to our ‘mistake’ as making love? This is fucking bullshit, Noah! I’m out of one hellhole to jump straight back into another. This is the last thing I needed!”

Her attitude and thoughtlessness got the better of me. We had fucked up, but we hadn’t set foot in hell because we had enjoyed each other’s bodies. She was wrong, and the impossibility of changing her mind made me snap.

“Maybe it was just what you needed.”

Lia stood still. She let go of the sheets and looked at me with wide eyes, swallowing back tears and forcing down the lump in her throat and the discomfort in her stomach. I couldn’t decipher what her eyes were saying at that moment, but I could get an idea.

It took her a few moments to speak again.

“You sound just like Mitch.”

I slumped, dejected. I had entered quicksand and all I had left to do was beg. Lia was a glass castle and she was full of cracks. My last touch had fragmented her even more.

“I didn’t mean to. Please, I beg you, don’t go. We’ll find a way to work it out. Let me take care of you.”

“You don’t understand,” she exasperated, standing up and approaching me without getting into an area that would put us in an awkward situation. Looking into each other’s eyes was a battle of endurance not to give up and burst into tears in each other’s arms, as we had done so many other times during our relationship, with all the shit we had both had to swallow. Lia’s voice was full of anguish, despair. It was broken. “Our friendship was the most important thing to me. It was my anchor. I didn’t want to jeopardize it in any way, and I did. I did it last night. I did it because I’m a fucking mess. I’m sorry, Noah, but if I stay I’m going to make not only our situation worse, but everyone else’s. I’m a ticking time-bomb.”

“You’re not a ticking time-bomb, Lia. We all have problems, and sometimes life sucks. It’s true. We can’t be perfect either, and even if we’ve screwed up, we still have each other. I’m still the same person I was yesterday, Lia. You can trust me.”

At that point I didn’t give a damn about what had happened, and what having sex with Lia had awakened in me, the desperation, the need to have her like that in my bed every night, to fall asleep with her in my arms. I would do anything just to keep her from leaving.

“No... It’s not about trust. It’s about me, Noah. I’m in fucking trouble. And I’m gonna put you back in the same position and...”

And we could get carried away again, and maybe that next time it would happen in my bed. Maybe in the shower, or in the kitchen.

“I’m capable of destroying everything around me.”

I knew what she was thinking. It wasn’t just about our friendship; there was also the band. We worked together, and the band was everything to us. We couldn’t put it in harm’s way because of a romantic relationship that might not work out. Lia had never had any stability in her life other than my friendship, and now that had failed her, too.

My throat was dry. I wasn’t going to win that game. I knew Lia well enough to know when her walls were stronger and higher than I what I could climb up.

“Can you...? I need to be alone, take a shower and... I don’t know. Give this whole thing more thought.”

Suddenly, her tone was cold, devoid of emotion other than exhaustion.

I found myself nodding and flinching. As I walked out of the room, I felt the weight of Lia’s eyes on me. I closed the door. I waited. When Lia’s inconsolable crying reached my ears, I let my back drag against the wall and sank my head between my knees, letting my own tears of rage and pain escape.

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