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lilithslittleworld · 5 months ago

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Intruder

A/N: this little story is for @slutforoldermen and @maisiestuff ! The inspiration comes from this* post here and I have brought the best I could to the function fr😮‍💨 tehehehe enjoy!!

Also don't mind the title I couldn't think of anything witty :'(

CW: sort of forbidden sex, dirty talk, oral sex, penetrative sex, begging, teasing, some humiliation.

Summary: (Four x reader) You decide to confront Four after days of cold and distant behavior towards you but you didn't expect to walk in on him...

Four was known for being tough and hard to get through to but that was no excuse for the way he had been treating you. Trainings had become even more rigorous and so had his demands. It wasn't your fault you had a sense of self preservation, something most of your other Dauntless initiates seemed to lack.

Your steps were short and fast, as you approached the block of apartments where Four lived. Your breaths were audible, partly due to your speed but also to the anger that coursed through your veins. He had no business calling you out and humiliating you in front of everyone simply because you had turned down the offer of standing before a target as the instructors threw knives around you. You wanted to tell him off to his face and now was your chance.

You knocked on the door confidently, crossing your arms as you awaited a response. You got none.

"Jesus Christ," you muttered, knocking again even harder. And yet, the seconds ticked by and the door stayed closed. Your hand flew to the doorknob, even though you knew it would be locked but it didn't hurt to try.

To your surprise, the door opened with a slight creak, leading to Four's spacious studio. Your eyes quickly scanned the room for signs of him but were disappointed to find the lights off and his bed empty. You had almost given up hope as you turned to leave when you heard a noise. The sound of water running in the distance made you creep towards it.

Ah, so he's washing his hands, you thought to yourself as you pushed open the bathroom door. It all happened so quickly. As the door opened, your eyes fell on his naked, wet body, standing below the shower. And he'd heard you.

"What the f-" he screamed, interrupted by you slamming the door shut behind you. Now you really were breathing heavily and it was solely due to the adrenaline this time. You'd seen him fully. His toned back, arms, chest, and even his dick, water dripping off of him. He was so big and beautiful everywhere. Your cheeks flushed at the image that was flashing in your mind repeatedly as you covered your eyes in horror. He was your instructor! How were you ever going to face him again? He was going to make your life impossible now.

The sound of the bathroom door opening made your heart drop but you didn't turn around.

"You have five seconds to tell me why the hell you're here," Four said, his voice careful and cold as ice. You shivered in response, turning slowly as you thought of a good excuse. He stood before you, white towel wrapped around his waist, his eyes shooting daggers at you. You couldn't help but stare at the little droplets of water that remained on his chest, his abs, dripping down slowly past his navel.

"I came to see you," you choked out, "To tell you off, actually."

"What makes you think you can come see me?" he said carefully, his voice so soft it was dangerous. He took a step towards you, "What makes you think you can come into my house?"

"It was a mistake, honestly!" you protested, stumbling backwards, your hands fumbling to grab onto something, anything. You came in contact with the wall, gripping it tightly to keep you steady and upright in case your legs gave out. This had turned into a terrible idea.

"I don't believe that," he said, his voice taking on an even more dangerous tone. Dangerous because it made you press your legs together tightly and hold back a whimper that dared to emerge from your mouth. You pressed your lips together tightly before speaking.

"I-I," you stuttered, your brain buzzing with filthy thoughts of the man standing in front of you.

He took another step towards you. "So sure on telling me off and now you can't even get a sentence out."

Your cheeks burned as he taunted you, now clearly unbothered by your presence in his house. He was excited even, you could see it in his eyes, in the way he looked at you.

He took yet another step towards, now just inches away from you. He was so close you could smell the warm musk that was coming from his skin. You silently fought back the urge to reach out and run your fingers along his glistening , muscular body.

"Why don't you tell me why you're really here?" He placed his free hand on his chest, the other one still tightly wrapped around the towel that barely covered him. If only it would just slip down a little.

You ducked your head down in embarrassment, hoping he wouldn't pick up on the smile that was pulling at the corners of your lips. "I already told you, I came to see you," you said softly, staring intently at the floor. That's when a piece of fabric fell. His towel.

"Take a good look then," he whispered, his lips brushing against your hair, sending a shiver down your spine. He wanted you to see him as you'd seen him just moments ago. If you listened and brought your eyes up to him, there'd be no turning back. It was also a breach of conduct but again, you didn't care.

"Four," you murmured, as you brought your gaze back up to him tentatively, meeting his dark brown eyes instantly. Your heart raced as you pushed past the embarrassment of avoiding his naked body. Your eyes ran down his body, his wide shoulders and brawny arms. You took note of his veins everywhere, they were so noticeable and prominent. Taking your time now, your eyes scanned his strong chest, toned abdomen, and followed his happy trail further down, gulping as you saw him again.

And suddenly, his lips were on yours. His lips moved against your passionately, his tongue swirling erotically against yours, your breaths mixing in your colliding mouths. Your hands found him instantly, trailing down his chest lightly as he groaned into your mouth. You wanted him so badly, to taste him, to feel him, to hear him groan again. But his hands stopped you, holding them tightly in place even when you tried to free yourself.

"Stop," he breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He took a few steps back from you for good measure before pointing to your shirt. "Take it off."

You were used to cooperating with Four's orders but this one threw you off, a slight edge of self consciousness beginning to emerge.

"Take it off or you don't touch me," was all he said, making you whine in return. You complied quickly, slipping the top over your head, leaving you completely exposed. You could feel Four's eyes burning into your chest as you stood before him, your eyes never leaving his.

"And that," he said, gesturing to your pants, which came off just seconds after his command. You took a confident stride back to him, no longer bothered by the fact that you too were almost completely naked. Up on your tiptoes, your hands found his hair and your lips his own. You kissed him feverishly, breathlessly, feeling his hands snaking down your back, stopping to grab a handful of your butt, pulling you even closer to his body. You could feel him hardening against your stomach as you pressed yourself onto him eagerly, your fingers tangled and pulling at his hair.

Four took you in his arms, grabbing your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist, whimpering softly when his cock grazed your clit as he walked you over to his bed.

"I haven't even really touched you yet and you're already making pretty, little noises," he murmured as he sat down on the edge of the bed, with you still straddling him. Now, with his cock fully between your legs, only separated by the thin fabric of your underwear, there was no stopping you. Your hips moved against him almost instantly, seeking some sort of stimulation.

"Fuck," you sighed, as you rubbed your aching clit against him. His hands found your waist and guided your movements vigorously.

"Use me," he groaned, his eyes on your face, watching the pleasure on your face grow, "Just like that." You could feel the wetness of your panties start to spread, dripping down onto his throbbing cock. Your moans grew louder, as you began to reach your orgasm, griding against him at an even faster pace. His big, rough hands reached down to squeeze your boobs. Four's heavy breathing below you only fueled your desire, you were almost drunk on it. You knew you were only minutes away from climaxing, so when Four's hands held your waist still in place, it felt almost violent.

Your eyebrows furrowed pleadingly as you opened your eyes to find him smirking, his eyes wild with excitement.

"Get on your knees," he breathed, as you lowered yourself below him. You watched him mesmerized, as he stroked himself, eyes closed and head tilted back in pleasure, his moans were soft and breathless. You squirmed impatiently as the need to touch yourself grew, he was driving you crazy and he knew. You whined breathlessly, hoping he'd turn his attention back to you. You wanted so to badly to feel him in your mouth.

"Open for me," he said softly, bringing his hardened length to your eager mouth. You took him into your mouth greedily, swirling your tongue around his tip ardently, tasting his slightly salty precum. Four's hands stayed near you, one holding your hair back and the other softly stroking your cheek. With every movement you made, every lick and stroke, you felt him grow harder in your mouth. The situation itself was enough to give you a thrill of pleasure too, moaning around him occasionally.

"Fuck," Four grunted, leaning his head back in pleasure from the vibrations of your throaty moan. "Moan on my cock again," he almost begged, almost entirely lost in ecstasy. You moaned back in response as the man above you started to come undone, bucking his hips against your face. He felt so much bigger in your mouth when his speed picked up, no longer expecting you to bob up and down his length.

Four pulled himself out from in between your lips, his cock sliding out perfectly from the back of your throat, covered in your glistening spit.

"I want you inside of me," you begged, now with an empty mouth but begging to be filled someplace else. Four pushed you back onto the bed in response, prying your legs open as you bit your lip. Instead of sliding himself into you, he bent down, now eye-level with your pussy. He trailed feathery kisses along your inner thighs, making a point of avoiding where you really wanted him. But no amount of whining or whimpering would make him speed up.

After torturous seconds, Four's fingers slid up and down your wetness. His slick fingers rubbed soft, slow circles against your clit as your eyes rolled back. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly where to touch you and how. His fingers gradually sped up, the circles he was tracing becoming more precise before bringing his mouth down to you. Four's tongue took over for where his fingers had been, drawing lazier circles than before. You desperately wanted him to speed up, to fit one or two of his big fingers into you.

As if he'd read your mind, he brought a finger slowly to your opening, teasing his way in. His finger stretched you deliciously, sliding in and out with ease, curled slightly in hope of hitting your G-spot. Your moans became pornographic now, pulling on his hair as he hit the right spots, both inside and outside of you.

"Four," you gasped, interrupted by another trembling moan, "more," was the only word you could get out.

Four brought his mouth away from your drenched pussy, his finger still fucking you as he spoke. "You want my cock, don't you?" he taunted, watching you buck your hips against his hands, your body begging for more. You nodded quickly.

"Tell me," he breathed, "Tell me how badly you want it inside of you."

"I want it so bad," you whined, "Need you inside of me."

Instantly, Four stood up and found a condom, sliding it rapidly down his throbbing member. In one swift movement, you found yourself straddling him again, in charge once again. You lowered yourself onto him slowly, allowing him to stretch you out even further. Burying his dick in your pussy, he groaned and your own moans joined him. Steadily, you began to ride him, taking notice of how he gripped your boobs to keep you in place, his rough fingers brushing against your hardened nipples.

"That's it," he panted, sweat beading on his forehead, "Ride me. Ride my cock." He felt so good inside of you. You moaned his name as his mouth came onto your boobs, sucking on them as they bounced. His stubble left the skin around your boobs tingly as he turned towards the other one. His hands found your hips once again, speeding them up against his own moving hips.

The friction of your bodies, the sounds coming from him, and the sight of him was too much. You knew you wouldn't last much longer as he continued to hit your g-spot, digging your nails into his strong arms as the waves of pleasure hit harder.

"Yes," you whimpered, "Feels so good."

"Yeah?" he pressed on, wanting to hear more of your desperation.

"Mmm," you moaned back, your legs beginning to shake. You were just seconds away from the release you so deeply craved.

"Beg for it," he grunted, feeling his own orgasm slowly creeping up. But he'd hold out for you.

"Please," you begged frantically, unsure how much longer you could hold back. "Let me cum."

"You sound so pretty while you beg," he answered between breaths, "Cum for me then, cum all over my cock." And that was it, all you needed to hear.

You let the pleasure wash over you completely, taking over your body and your senses as you came. You threw your head back, moaning his name as you felt yourself clenching around him. Four wasn't far behind you, his hands squeezing your hips even tighter as he buried his dick deep into you one last time as he came. Both of your hips came to a slowing stop as you both tried to catch your breath.

"Fuck," you laughed breathlessly, in shock of what had just unfolded before you. You had actually had sex with your trainer. Four seemed as bewildered as you did but he didn't say anything. Clearly he wasn't used to hooking up with initiates, thankfully.

You laid there together silently for a couple of minutes. Four stroked your hair softly as your fingers traced imaginary lines along his arms. You were both sweaty but neither of you seemed to care. And then he spoke.

"So," he said, his voice a deep rumble, "Is you intruding my house going to become a regular thing?"

"Only if you want it to be," you smiled up at him, knowing very well that's what he wanted to hear.

"Hmm," he said thoughtfully before a smirk appeared on his mouth, "Want to shower?"

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Y/N's finally going to try out his shower and not just catch him in it! tehehehe I think it's kind of a cute ending :)

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daydreamtofiction · 3 months ago

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Thou Shalt Not Covet // 19: Spirit

Contents | Prev Part | First Person Version [AO3]

Summary: (Priest!Benedict x Female Reader) A year and a half has passed and Ellis has moved on, but the universe never seems to let her forget her past.

Word Count: 8.3K (It's another hefty one lol oops)

Warnings: Strong language, irreverence, dark humour, adult & sexual themes, alcohol consumption, smut incl: penetrative sex, 'quickie', rough, no aftercare. Readers must be 18+

The world never stops turning, no matter how unfair it may seem. We crash our cars yet the radio still plays, traffic lights keep changing as we sit in the wreck, red then amber then green, and back again. Daffodils bloom as dreams wilt away, and the sky still glitters with fireworks at the end of the worst year of someone's life. We are passengers on a train with no stops, and the options are limited; embrace the journey or get dragged along behind it.

Eighteen months had passed since you'd let the light back in. A year and a half of laughter and growth, of new friends and milestones. Granted, you still couldn't drive. Still had terrible posture and a knack for saying the wrong things. But those that loved you didn't care, and you were finding it easier to love yourself because of that.

You were four hours from home, sitting in the passenger seat of Rav's car as he drove you through the most quaint, scenic town you'd ever seen. It was like an illustration; thatched roofs and Tudor cladding, ivy on brick and winding cobblestone lanes. There was a milkman driving a float in front of you, an old lady setting up tables outside a café as a policeman strolled down the street, smiling and waving at passers by.

You turned to Rav. "Did you ever watch Midsomer Murders?"

He looked at you from the corner of his eye, smirking like he knew what you were about to say.

"This place is just too idillic," you said. "Feels like Jessica Fletcher's somewhere investigating a suspicious death."

"That was Murder She Wrote."

"Oh. Well, still..."

He laughed, craning his head to see around the milk float in front. "Fucking hell, first the tractor, now this."

"It looks like he's going that way."

"Woohoo!" he cheered, speeding up as the float turned the corner.

You rolled your eyes. "Alright, Lewis Hamilton, slow down."

"Oh, I'm sorry, for a second there it sounded like you were criticising my driving. You, Ellis Weiss, the woman whose name alone strikes fear into the hearts of driving instructors everywhere."

You hit him on the arm.

He laughed, before squinting to read the road sign ahead. "I'm not seeing any directions for this place yet, are you?"

"No. And I still don't have any signal so I can't Google Maps it. Why don't you pull over and we can ask someone for directions?"

He gave a reluctant hum and kept driving.

"Rav, just pull over and ask."

"Hang on a second, let me see-"

"Why are men so opposed to getting directions?"

"I'm not opposed, I just-"

You reached a dead end. He rolled to a stop as you glared at him.

"Y'know what, it's fine," he said facetiously. "Who needs marriage anyway? This isn't the 1920's, we're a progressive society."

You laughed. "May I remind you, you were the one who proposed."

He pressed his mouth into a straight line, jokingly rolling his eyes before turning the car around and driving back the way you came.

You drove a little while longer, finally spotting a spire in the distance; the tall, stone point peeking over a row of houses.

"Is that the one?" asked Rav.

"I think it is."

He got closer, turning onto the street where a large church stood proudly at the bottom. Perfectly kept grass bordered the beautiful stone building, winding paths and an elaborate sign near the entrance.

"St Joseph's," Rav read. "Yeah, this is it. Thank fuck for that."

He pulled into the carpark and you felt a strange wave of discomfort ripple through your stomach. It didn't seem to matter how many churches you visited, how much time passed; the memories were like a scar, healed but never fully gone.

You climbed out into the cool, spring breeze, drying your sweaty palms on your trousers.

"Here we go, church number three," said Rav. "Third time's a charm, right?"

"Well this isn't falling apart like the last one, so we're off to a good start," you replied.

You walked together down a long path, climbing the steps and pushing through the doors into the foyer. It smelled musky, smoky; frankincense and myrrh, wood and incense, rose and beeswax. There was a man pinning signs to a noticeboard, his back to you as he whistled happily to himself.

"Excuse me," said Rav. "Are you the priest?"

The man turned. "Hm? Oh no, I'm just a volunteer."

"Oh sorry. We were hoping we might be able to talk to the priest about possibly having a wedding here. I don't know if you might be able to... Erm..."

"Ah, well I think he's in his office. I'll go and grab him for you." He smiled kindly. "You can come in and have a look around if you like? I'll only be a minute."

"That's great, thank you."

The man hurried away, disappearing through a nearby door that led to a long corridor. You walked with Rav, tentatively stepping into the chapel and looking around at the bright, vast space.

He turned to you with an excited grin. "This is nice, isn't it."

"It is," you said, looking up at the windows, the artwork on the walls.

"Look." He walked down the aisle, pointing to the pews either side of him as he went. "Flowers here, right?"

You nodded, watching as he jogged the rest of the way to stand at the altar.

He held his hands out, gesturing to the space around him. "Yeah, this is nice. I can picture myself standing here. What do you think? Is the aisle long enough? Quick, Ellis, go there and walk down, see if you can picture it."

You laughed and waved your hand at him, wandering over to a display of flowers instead, touching the petals gently to see if they were real and leaning forward to smell them.

"Hi there, sorry to keep you," a voice echoed through the chapel.

It sent a chill down your spine; the deep, rich tone seeping straight into your bones. You glanced over your shoulder, eyes widening in shock as the priest walked right past you, the sight of him leaving you frozen, staring at him as he met Rav in the middle of the aisle and reached for a handshake.

There was a moment where you thought you were imagining it. The tall frame, dark curls and pale skin nothing more than a ghost, a mirage, a sign you needed to get some sleep. Then he introduced himself, I'm Father Benedict, and you knew he was real.

"Rav, nice to meet you." He gestured over to you. "And this is Ellis."

He turned to look at you; his smile lines melting, lips parting in a stunned silence that seemed to last an eternity. But it couldn't have been more than a few seconds before he cleared his throat, forcing a smile and making his way over to you.

"H-hi..." he said breathlessly, reaching out his hand. "Nice to meet you."

You glanced down at his trembling fingers, conceding after a moment with a weak handshake.

Rav began to talk, but his voice was nothing more than a muffled buzz in your ears. Your eyes glazed over, losing focus as Father Benedict walked back over to him.

"Yeah, I apologise for showing up like this," Rav said. "I know it's a shot in the dark that you'll have an opening at such short notice. But the church we were supposed to be having the wedding at burned down." He laughed in disbelief. "Like literally burned down to the ground. Talk about a bad omen."

Father Benedict chuckled. But the sound was shallow, half-hearted, his eyes flitting over to you every few moments.

"Yeah I can- I can have a look. What's er, what's the date you're after?" he asked. "I'll check my... erm... my... calendar- book- diary. Diary, that's the word."

"June..." Rav hesitated, looking over at you.

"Seventh," you said.

"Seventh, right."

You rolled your eyes.

"Okay," Father Benedict nodded. "Okay, let me just go and erm... Have a- Let me check."

He walked out of the chapel, and it felt like you'd been holding your breath the entire time. You blew out a soft, shaking exhale as Rav walked over to you.

"He's alright, isn't he," he said. "Better than the priest this morning who kept staring at your tits."

"What? No, I liked him. Made me feel wanted."

"Fuck off," he laughed, immediately covering his mouth in regret.

You gave a weak smile.

He narrowed his eyes. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You seem a bit... I don't know."

"No I'm... It's just... I think I might be getting a cold or something. Bit headache-y."

He gave you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

Father Benedict returned, his eyes focusing immediately on Rav's hand on your shoulder. He fell silent for a moment before snapping out of it, shaking his head and looking down at the diary in his hands.

"S-sorry, could you just remind me of the date you wanted again?"

Rav nodded. "It's June..."

"Seventh," you said again.

"Okay, right, er..." Father Benedict cleared his throat, flicking through the pages. "So I do already have a wedding on the seventh. But Friday the sixth is open, or if you really want a Saturday, the following week is a possibility; the fourteenth?"

Rav looked at you, then down at the ground as he thought about it. "Yeah, no either of those should work. We know the owners of the venue so we should be able to swap the dates around. Could I... Can we get back to you?"

"Yes, yes no problem." He closed the diary. "I er, I have somewhere to be, shortly, but if you want to come back tomorrow morning, we could sit and go through everything. Usually we'd need six months notice but, with the... fire and what not, I'm sure we can work something out; squeeze in your preparation, Saturday day, talk about costs and everything."

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thank you." Rav looked at you, as though seeking approval.

You gave another weak smile.

"No problem," Father Benedict replied, glancing at you again.

You began walking towards the exit, and you couldn't quite believe that was it; a quick conversation, a handshake, a 'nice to meet you' as though you were nothing but strangers. You weren't sure what the alternative would have been; a hug, tears, a blazing row? Perhaps it was best to leave it like this, to run without another word, just like he'd done to you.

But all of a sudden, there was a rush of white noise above you, growing louder until it was deafening. You looked up at the ceiling in confusion, then over to the windows as rain began to stream down the glass.

"Oh my god," you muttered.

"You can't say that in a church," said Rav.

You groaned. "We parked so far away."

"Tell you what, you wait here and I'll go and get the car. I'll drive it right up to the door."

"What? No it's fine. It's just rain-"

"Don't be stupid. Wait there, I'll be two seconds."

He ran off before you could protest any further. You huffed and crossed your arms, hovering in the archway between the chapel and the foyer. You could hear Father Benedict moving around behind you, but you refused to turn around, as though not looking at him meant he wasn't actually there.

You felt like a stroppy child, balled up, head turned, teeth clenched. When he first left, you'd have done anything to see him again, to hear his voice, smell his aftershave. But there was something painful about finally knowing where he'd been; knowing that for eighteen months he'd been just four hours away, starting anew like you were just an old VHS he could tape right over.

"Ellis...?" he said softly, tentatively.

You exhaled through your nose and turned slowly, looking up at him with a heavy brow and glassy eyes.

"Hi," he breathed, like he didn't know what else to say.

"Hi," you replied bluntly, turning away again.

He paused for a while, but you could hear him getting closer, feet shuffling tentatively across the floor. "H... How are you?"

You turned back and glared up at him in disbelief.

He sighed, dropping his head. "I'm sorry-"

"Don't," you interrupted. "Just don't."

He seemed reluctant to give in, standing there staring down at you, anxiously biting his lip as he deliberated with himself. But finally, he yielded, turning in defeat and beginning to walk away.

You watched him leave, your breath quickening, lungs bubbling with anger and confusion, sadness and grief.

"You just... Left," you blurted out.

He stopped, turning back to look at you. "I know."

"No word, no explanation. You just..." You struggled to find the words, eyes darting around the chapel as they welled with tears, before finally giving up. "Why?" you whispered.

He took a long pause, head stooped. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat, forcing himself to look back up at you. "Because I was falling in love with you," he said simply, his voice nothing more than a breath.

You stared at him, the blue of his eyes so vibrant against the red in his waterline.

"And..." he continued, taking a step towards you. "I know without a doubt that if I'd stayed, I would have just continued to fall more in love with you. And I would have loved you... more than... anything. More than..." He gestured to the church around you before shaking his head, his lip quivering. "I couldn't. I just- I couldn't..."

"I wouldn't have ever asked you to."

"I know that. But it wouldn't have stopped it from happening."

You pressed your mouth into a straight line, sniffing sharply and steadying your voice. "I was falling in love with you too."

He nodded, like he already knew.

You swallowed the urge to cry, taking a deep breath and shrugging. "Well there you go. What can you do."

He dropped his head, closing his eyes like your words hurt.

You turned away, leaning against the frame of the archway as you waited for the beep of a car horn.

"You're going to make a beautiful bride, Ellis," he said solemnly.

Your stomach tightened. Then you looked at him again. "I'm not the bride."

His brow furrowed in confusion.

"Bridesmaid," you said, pointing to yourself.

"Oh..." he whispered.

"Rav's fiancé had a dress fitting so she couldn't make it. Asked me to come with him instead because she didn't trust him to find a new church on his own."

He exhaled a shaking breath, the corner of his mouth twitching with a relieved smile. "So you're- So you're not... Seeing anyone?"

You shook your head. "No one's been worthy of me yet..."

He gave a subtle smile, but your face remained stony.

There was a loud beep and you turned to see Rav's car waiting near the door. You glanced back over your shoulder. "Good to see you, Father."

You rushed outside without waiting for a reply. The rain was warm, falling so hard it hurt as it pelted your skin. You tried to keep your breaths even as you hurried towards the car, a painful lump lodged in your throat.

"Ellis! Ellis, hold on!"

You stopped at the passenger door, turning to see Father Benedict running down the church steps after you. He halted at the bottom, chest heaving, eyes wide.

You stared at him, waiting for him to speak.

"I..." he stammered. "I felt the urge to chase you but I didn't actually think through what I'd say once I got here..."

You blinked at him.

"D-do... Do you- could we maybe talk? I've got some work this afternoon but-" He pointed to a pub across the road. "We could get a drink, maybe? This evening? If you're not busy...?"

You looked at the pub, then back to him.

"I know I don't deserve it," he said, wiping the rain out of his eyes. "But if you could give me... an hour of your time..."

You sighed and shook your head. "Yeah," you finally said. "Yeah, okay."

He let out a relieved sigh, nodding with a slight smile. "Okay. Okay, erm... I can be over there for eight?"

"Okay."

You pulled the handle and got into the car, slicking your wet hair back with your hands.

"What was that about?" asked Rav.

"Oh, nothing, he erm... he just needed me to remind him of the dates again."

He began to drive and you sat in silence, shocked, shivering. The church grew smaller in the wing mirror until you could no longer see it all, the rain easing, a double rainbow emerging in the sky above you.

Rav glanced over at you. "Are you alright?"

You nodded, staring out of the window, the quaint town looking entirely different to you now.

The Poplar and Dove. Why did pubs always have such odd names? What did trees and birds have to do with beer, fruit machines and sticky carpets?

You stood under the awning of the pub, wringing your hands nervously as you waited for 8pm to come. You'd gotten there earlier than you'd meant to, and though you could have just gone inside, you couldn't bring yourself to seem eager.

You wished you'd packed nicer clothes than the t-shirt, long denim skirt and trainers you were wearing. But as a man stumbled out onto the street in oil-covered overalls and work boots, you almost felt overdressed.

It was 8:01 when you finally drew in a deep, anxious breath and went inside, the smell of beer hitting you like a boozy cloud as you pushed through the doors. It was quieter than you'd expected; a low hum of conversation as a television played quietly above the bar, an old song drifting from a jukebox in the corner. You slipped through a group of men, their hands and faces smattered with motor oil like the one you'd seen outside.

You tried to not make it obvious you were looking around, standing at the bar as you scanned the room quickly. What if he didn't come? What if he'd changed his mind at the last minute and stood you up? You'd have no one to blame but yourself; already dreading telling your sister you'd agreed to this at all.

"Ellis!"

You turned to see him in the corner, pointing to a drink on the table in front of him and waving you over. You couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, pushing through another group of people to get to him.

"Rum and Coke," he said as you sat down opposite him. "I hope that's still...?"

"Yeah, yes. That's great. Thanks." You hooked your bag onto the back of the chair and took a sip - the rum was spiced, your favourite kind.

He was even more beautiful than you remembered, and it annoyed you greatly. His casual shirt was open at the collar, sleeves rolled up to the elbow as he clasped his long fingers together in front of him. His curls were fluffy, falling slightly over his brow and framing his eyes.

Those eyes. God. You took an extra sip of your drink.

"Thank you for showing up," he said.

You gave a halfhearted smile.

"I know I don't deserve it..."

There was a lull; an awkward pause as you both shifted in your seats. There'd never been an uncomfortable silence between you before. Even in the moments no one spoke, it was always pleasant, content.

"So, what's it like around here?" you asked.

His eyes rounded for a moment, like he was taken aback, not expecting you to make small talk. You weren't expecting yourself to make small talk either.

"It's, er, It's- Nice," he said. "The parish is a lot bigger, so more work. But the town itself is... It's quiet."

You nodded.

"Why did your friends choose it for their wedding?" he asked.

"Camilla - the bride - grew up here."

"No way," he laughed softly. "How did you meet her?"

"Through a work thing. And Rav's my downstairs neighbour. I introduced them."

"Ah, so you're basically Cupid."

"I expect they'll be naming their first born Ellis," you said, unable to resist a smile.

You'd planned to walk into that pub with fire in your belly, venom on your tongue. You'd gone over the things you wanted to say in the shower, practiced arguing with him in the mirror as you got ready. Yet there was something about him, like a sedative, that made it impossible to do anything but talk.

"So Camilla's a photographer?" he asked between sips of his drink. "Editor?"

"Oh, erm, no. I don't work at the studio anymore," you replied. "I'm a freelance book cover designer now; met her at a publishing thing."

He smiled proudly. "You always wanted to do that."

"I did."

"Congratulations."

"Thanks." you said shyly, bringing the glass to your lips.

"Is that a tattoo?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah." You lifted the sleeve of your t-shirt to reveal a small, fine ink design on the inside of your upper arm.

He leaned forward slightly, squinting to look at it more closely.

"Why?" you asked. "Is it like... A cardinal sin or something?"

"No, I just couldn't see what it was." He laughed and relaxed back into his seat. "I like it."

"Thanks. I've got another one as well, but if I tried to show you that we'd probably get kicked out."

There was a subtle glint in his eye, making you realise what you'd said.

"I didn't mean for that to sound so..." You shook your head. "Sorry."

He chuckled quietly. "There's a guy in my congregation; biggest, buffest guy you've ever seen. Bald head, covered, and I mean covered in tattoos. And when I tell you he is the sweetest, gentlest most devoutly catholic man I've ever met, it's incredible."

"I bet he gives really good hugs."

"Oh absolutely."

You clinked your nails against the side of your glass, filling another awkward silence, letting the last of the nervous energy out through your fingertips.

"How's your sister?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah, she's good," you replied. "She actually just had another baby."

"She did? Oh that's wonderful."

"Mhm, a few months ago. Another girl."

"What's her name?"

You glared at him, pressing your lips together reluctantly.

"Oh come on, it can't possibly be more out there than Soleil," he laughed.

"Eulalie."

"You-lay-what?"

You giggled. "Eulalie. It's French as well, apparently."

"Well, they certainly love a unique name, don't they."

"I know. I'm going to have to call my kid Keith or something, just to restore the balance."

"Ah, little baby Keith."

You lifted your glass, speaking before taking another sip. "What's the worst name you've ever baptised?"

"I'm sure we've had this exact conversation before."

"I don't think so."

"We have. The woman with the twins?"

You shook your head, looking up at the ceiling as you tried to think back.

"I definitely told you. Don't you remember? We were lying in bed one night and..." he faltered suddenly, losing his train of thought and pressing his fingers to his mouth to disguise it.

You wondered if the memory of you in his bed was too painful, or perhaps it was just embarrassing, an uncomfortable reminder of how close you once were.

"Were they called something like Paco and Rabanne?" you asked.

He laughed, his shoulders relaxing again. "Dolce and Gabbana."

"That's it. Yes, I do remember. Those poor children."

He smiled before shifting in his seat, reaching into the back pocket of his trousers and pulling out his wallet and keys. He placed the keys on the table and opened the wallet, sifting for money.

"Are you still driving the old car?" you asked, gesturing to the keys.

"Nope." He grinned. "And this new bad boy I've got has - get this - a working passenger door and air-con that actually blows cold air."

You gave a sarcastic, impressed whistle. "Living the dream."

"I know. It's funny, when I bought it my first thought was 'Ellis would love this'."

"Why?"

"Because it's an automatic so you wouldn't be able to stall it."

You rolled your eyes. "Well actually, I have my license now, and I drive a Lamborghini, so..."

"Really?"

"Obviously not."

"Fuck sake." He burst into laughter. "Do you want another drink?"

You looked down at your rum and coke, surprised to see how much you'd already drank. You promised yourself you'd only stay for one. Yet there you were, nodding and watching him walk up to the bar to buy you another.

It was hard to connect him to the man who'd left you broken and confused eighteen months ago. Hard to accept that as he laughed at your jokes and asked about your family, there was a part of him that was capable of such carelessness and cruelty.

"Here you go," he said, placing a new drink in front of you.

You looked down at it for a moment, then up to him. "Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

His face softened, the smile he'd sat down with falling away.

"Come on, you knew I was going to ask at some point." You shrugged.

He remained quiet, rubbing his mouth in deliberation. "I..." He inhaled through his nose, letting it out again slowly. "I didn't decide to leave until that last night. I know that doesn't make it any better, but I swear to you it wasn't some big, thought-out departure I'd planned ages in advance. I just... I got scared."

"Scared of what?"

He paused. "There was a moment that night when we were sitting together; I told you there was nowhere else I'd rather be than with you. And suddenly it dawned on me; Fuck, I am falling in love with this woman. I've made a vow of clerical celibacy, a vow to devote myself to the church and to God and to put that before anything else in my life. Yet here I am, wanting to be nowhere else but with her..."

You stayed quiet, watching him fidget with his hands as he spoke.

"I knew then that I couldn't stay." He lowered his voice. "So I did the terribly selfish thing of giving myself one last night with you. I made love to you, I kissed you before I left the next morning, and I suppose in a way I convinced myself that that was the goodbye."

You swallowed. "If I hadn't randomly turned up here today, you'd have let me live the rest of my life not knowing any of that..."

"I know. And trust me, Ellis, not a day has gone by where I haven't hated myself for it. But the way I would have loved you.... I have no doubt it would've eclipsed everything." He tilted his head to catch your gaze with his own. "I had to get away."

You wrapped your hands around the glass in front of you, straightening your spine and clearing your throat. His words were like whiskey; his confession a painful burn, the truth a soothing warmth. Your only fault had been that you were loved, and you couldn't help but wonder how much easier it would have been to know that; perhaps you wouldn't have spent so long sitting alone in the dark.

"Do you not think I deserved to know that?" you asked.

"Of course. But would it have made it any easier?"

"Well... I'm not sure there's any easy of way of hearing someone say they'd rather be celibate than with you."

He shook his head, chewing his lip to hold back a smirk. "That's not fair."

"I have a year and a half of pent up anger inside me. Let me make jokes."

"Fair enough."

You scanned his face, finishing off your first drink before moving swiftly to the second. "Are you happy with the decision you made?"

He opened his mouth to speak when a sudden, roaring cheer erupted through the pub. You looked over your shoulder, watching the group of men celebrating a goal on TV. They bounced around, throwing their arms around each other as lager splashed over the rims of their glasses.

When you turned back to Father Benedict, he was smiling at them, laughing softly as he watched their roistering from across the room. But there was something melancholic about his expression; no lines in his cheeks, no crinkle between his brows or at the corners of his eyes.

He returned his attention to you, realising you'd been watching him. "Not as happy as that," he said.

You exhaled a laugh.

"Ellis, I... I can't tell you how many times I've thought about what I'd say to you if I ever saw you again. The truth of the matter is, I don't know. I don't know if I'm dedicating my life to a God that doesn't exist. I don't know if any of it's real, I have no proof. But I really fucking hope it is. And what I do know is that I chose to become a priest because it allows me to help people, and inspire and encourage and share that hope with them, every single day." He paused. "I just never predicted I'd meet you."

You picked up your glass, swirling the ice around, making the liquid bubble and fizz. Then you sighed, meeting his gaze again. "I get it," you said. "I do, I get it. One of us would always have had to give up a part of themselves to be with the other. Either you would've had to leave clergy, or I'd have had to concede to being someone's secret lover for the rest of my life. And let's face it, neither of us would've expected that of the other."

He looked sad, brows curved upwards over glistening eyes.

"Right person, wrong... everything else." You shrugged. "Our paths just crossed too late."

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes never leaving you.

"I just hope you know that the collar you wear isn't what makes you a good person," you said. "You gave me hope when I really needed it. And that had nothing to do with God or church or sermons... It was you."

He smiled, before dropping his head and clearing his throat. "You're being far more gracious to me than I deserve."

"I know."

The TV above the bar was muted, the jukebox switched off. A strong smell of lemon disinfectant drifted through the air as a barmaid pushed around a mop bucket, another collecting glasses and wiping down surfaces. There was no one left, the lights raised to full brightness, chairs stacked on tables around you like the battlement walls of a castle.

You'd talked through the end of the football match, through the noise of drunken punters and the bell for last orders. You'd talked as the crowds dwindled away, as the sky turned black beyond the windows and your glasses emptied to dregs of melted ice.

It was like no time had passed since he left. You'd never understood that expression before; how could absence not change things? How could a river erode with time and water still flow the same way? But you got it now. With every joke he laughed at, every facial expression he understood and insignificant detail he remembered, it was clear your bond had never severed. It had just been frozen, lying in wait until something came to thaw it out.

He was covering his face as you spoke, shoulders shaking as he laughed into his hands.

"It's true!" you said. "They called the police and everything."

"They did not call the police!" His laugh grew heartier, tears forming in his eyes.

"They did! I had to sit and explain to two uniformed officers that I hadn't meant to walk out of the shop with the coat on."

"Why were you even wearing it?"

"I tried it on as a joke because it was so fucking ugly. Then Soleil decided to turn into Usain bloody Bolt and run outside at full speed into the busy street."

A tear spilled onto his cheek. He wiped it away, still chuckling to himself.

"I told Mara she was nuts for trusting me with her child," you said.

"Maybe next time try a soft play centre or a park, y'know, instead of a high end clothing shop."

"Well you just have all the answers, don't you."

He smiled, shaking his head and leaning back in his chair. "Just giving you some advice so you don't go losing Keith in a Selfridges one day."

You laughed. "Keith will be kept on one of those baby leashes until he's eighteen."

You could feel a hair on the side of your nose, rubbing your finger over it a few times. He began speaking, but you couldn't concentrate, the itch on your skin too distracting. You tried to wipe it away again.

"Because then I went-" He stopped. "What's the matter?"

"There's something on my face, it's driving me mad."

He sat forward, gesturing for you to lean over the table to him. You did as he instructed, watching as he brought his face close to yours, examining the side of your nose for a moment before seeming to lose focus, his eyes softening as they trailed slowly from your eyes to your lips then back again.

"Father," you said. "I'm going to say something you used to say to me all the time."

"What's that?"

"You need to stop looking at me like that..."

He dropped his head and breathed out a laugh. "I apologise," he said, gently pressing the tip of his finger to the side of your nose, holding it up to show you a small black wisp. "Eyelash."

"Thanks," you replied, sitting back down.

"You know you can just call me Ben, by the way," he said.

"I know, but, I don't-" You shrugged shyly. "I only ever really called you that when we were..."

"Ah."

"Yeah..."

"Excuse me, guys," said one of the barmaids as she approached your table. "We're going to be locking up in a few minutes."

Father Benedict glanced around the deserted pub, the wet floors and stacked chairs. "Oh, god, sorry. We didn't even realise-"

"It's okay," she replied kindly. "You looked like you were having a nice time, we didn't want to disturb you."

"Thank you, we'll get out of your way."

You stood up, grabbing your bag and hooking it over your shoulder as Father Benedict lifted his chair onto the table, making his way around to yours and doing the same. The women behind the bar smiled appreciatively as one of them unlocked the door to let you out. You almost felt embarrassed that you'd let yourself get so carried away, talking so far past closing time, your conversation the only sound inside the empty pub.

You stepped out into the dark, chilly night, light rain falling in a mist that glittered under the streetlights. You crossed your arms over your chest to hide your nipples, suddenly very aware of how thin your t-shirt was. The street was quiet, the church nothing but a dark, imposing silhouette on the other side of the road.

"Where are you staying?" asked Father Benedict. "I only had a couple of drinks so I can drive you wherever you need to go."

"Oh, no, don't worry. My Airbnb's not far from here so I'm just going to walk."

He furrowed his brow. "They have Airbnbs around here?"

You laughed. "Yeah, it's just a little cottage, nothing fancy."

"Well I'll walk you."

"Are you sure? You really don't have to."

"Of course I'm sure, come on."

You walked most of the way in silence, your impending separation like a thick cloud in the air between you. Were you to simply say goodbye? No hard feelings? See you in June for the wedding?

The cobbled roads glistened like oil in the gentle rain, the houses quiet, as though the entire town had gone to sleep. You kept your arms crossed over your chest, your eyes straight ahead. When the road was on your left, he would walk on your left, and when it was on the right, he would move again, always keeping you on the inside despite there not being a single car.

You pointed to a row of small terraced cottages at the bottom of a steep lane. "That's me down there."

"Which one?"

"Hanging baskets, right at the end."

"Wow, you weren't joking when you said it was small."

You exhaled a short laugh. "It's all I need. Only staying two nights."

When you arrived at the cottage, you stopped at the gate, placing a hand on it and turning to look up at him.

"Well this was... weird," you said.

"Very," he replied. "But also really great."

"Yeah." You paused. "Thank you for the drinks, and for walking me home."

He smiled, but the expression quickly grew forlorn as he stared down at you. You kept your hand on the gate as you waited for him to speak, a part of you willing yourself to just go inside, while another needed to know what he was thinking.

"What?" you asked. "Do I have another eyelash on my face?"

He shook his head with a quiet laugh. "I've missed you," he said, his voice almost a whisper.

You sighed. "You can't say that."

"Why?"

"Because it's not fair. You've known where to find me... This whole time, you've known exactly where..." Your voice trailed off.

He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath through his nose. "I told you why I couldn't come back-"

"And I said I understand. I do. But you made a choice. So you... You don't get to tell me you've missed me." You remained gentle, calm. "You can't act like something's been keeping us apart when the thing keeping us apart is you."

"The thing keeping us apart is my vow."

"And so go and live by your vow, Father. Go and live your pious, solitary life. I am truly sorry I ever jeopardised that for you."

He scoffed slightly. "There's no need to be sarcastic."

"Wh-? I'm not. I'm really not." You pulled the gate shut again, turning to face him fully. "But surely you understand how much it hurts to know you see loving me and worshipping God as some kind of contradiction?"

"I see loving you as the most easy thing I could've ever done." His voice was harsh yet quiet, frustration laced in a whisper. "But choosing to leave the clergy, to break the promises I made when I was ordained; that would've been the consequence of it."

"And I've already told you I wouldn't have expected you to do that. I understand your decision-"

"But you don't, Ellis. Not if you can stand there and tell me I don't get to say I miss you."

You slowed your breathing, calming yourself before looking up at him. "If you truly missed me, it wouldn't have taken me randomly turning up here today for you to realise it."

"I didn't have to realise it, because it's never not been the case." He took a step closer, speaking with more passion, intensity in his eyes. "Not a single day has gone by where I haven't thought of you. Where I haven't questioned if I made the right decision. You asked me earlier if I was happy with the choice I made, and the truth is... I don't know. Because my resolve has wavered so much more over the past eighteen months than it ever did before I left."

"And what changes now that I know that?" you replied. "Nothing. You're still going to go back to that church and I'm still going to go home on Friday. Alone."

"I don't- I don't know, I just... When I saw you there today in my church, there were ten or so minutes where I really, honestly thought you were marrying someone else," he shook his head. "And I wasn't happy for you, Ellis. I was... devastated."

"And when you realised I was actually single, how did you feel then?"

He blinked a few times, brows coming together, forming a crinkle at the bridge of his nose. "I felt..."

"You felt...?"

"Ellis you know that's not fair to ask-"

"But everything you've said to me in the last five minutes is fair?"

You were getting angry now. The rage you'd planned to unload on him in the pub bubbling in the base of your chest. He ran away from you. Tore you apart and left you strewn across the rectory flowerbed in pieces. Now you'd finally bloomed again, and here he was, plucking at your petals.

"Do you know what, I don't want to do this anymore," you said as you opened the gate and stepped through. "I knew meeting you tonight was a bad idea."

"Because I told you I've missed you?" he called out behind you.

You stopped and spun around. "Because everything you're saying is for your own benefit, not mine! To- to- to make yourself feel better, to unload how you feel onto me even though you know it doesn't change your decision."

"So what would you prefer I do, Ellis? Not say anything? Walk you home and leave without another word?"

"I'd prefer you to just fuck off," you snapped, taking in a sharp breath, stunned by your own words.

"You want me to fuck off..." he replied in dry disbelief, taking a few steps down the path towards you.

"Yes. Fuck off. Go away." Your voice quivered. You waved your hand at him dismissively and walked to the front door. "Just... Let me forget about you."

You fished through your bag with shaking hands, finding the key and struggling to push it into the lock. His eyes were on you, you could feel them, like a hand around the back of your neck. You unlocked the door and pushed it open before looking over your shoulder at him.

"There's a reason you haven't walked away yet," you said, stepping into the cottage and turning around, placing your hand on the door and preparing to close it. "You want permission. You want to hear me ask you to choose me. But that's never going to happen. I have too much respect for myself to ever do that."

You took a step back and swung the door shut, but there was a hard thump as it hit something on the other side, stopping it from fully closing. You pulled it back to see him standing there, palm planted against it, foot halfway over the threshold. His chest was heaving, nostrils flaring with heavy breaths.

You stared up at him, unable to resist giving an insolent shrug, a brattish shake of your head. It seemed to annoy him even more, the muscle in his jaw twitching as he clenched his teeth.

"Wh-"

He interrupted you with a sudden kiss, his hand gripping the back of your head as his lips pressed firmly against yours. You lost yourself for a moment, swept away in the passion of the unexpected rush. Your mouth began to move in time with his, hot breath and sweeping tongues, but then you stopped, placing your hands on his chest and gently pushing him away.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to quell the anger rising up your throat, before glaring at him through your lashes. His face was still close, lips parted, eyes glassy. You wanted to push him away, but you couldn't; any sense of logic you possessed clouded by impulse.

You gave in, letting your body take over, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and pulling him down into a fevered, forceful kiss. He curled his fingers into your hair, holding it in fistfuls as you stumbled back into the cottage. You slammed the front door, grabbing him by the shirt as you moved in a mess of teeth and tongues, fingernails and clumsy missteps through the small, open living space.

Your backside made contact with a dining table first. He gripped your hips and lifted you onto it as you continued to kiss with unwavering ferocity. You began pulling at your skirt, working impatiently to drag the heavy, stiff material up your legs as he used one hand to unbutton his trousers, the other helping to push the skirt over your thighs. His breaths were heavy, laboured, pouring into your open mouth as he freed himself from his underwear, like he'd been aching, desperate for release.

You reached down and slid your fingers into your underwear, the thin cotton so wet it gave little resistance as you moved it to one side, parting your legs wider to let him stand between them. His lips broke away from yours, just long enough to spit into his hand, coating the head of his cock before sweeping you back into another kiss.

He slid the tip along the seam of your pussy, using his hand to guide it inside you. You gasped at the stretch, the dull burn and intense pressure. You'd only slept with a couple of people since he'd been gone; a one night stand, and a short-lived fling that fizzled out after a few dates. Neither of them matched up to him. Not in size, nor skill. So much so that you'd almost convinced yourself he wasn't as good as you remembered.

You dug your nails into the back of his neck as he sank his full length into you, the walls of your pussy moulding to the shape of him, softening, lubricating to welcome the intrusion. His throat rumbled with a groan, a hum falling from his lips as he kissed you, fucking you with a hard, steady rhythm. You whimpered into his mouth, sliding your hands down to grip his backside, encouraging him to thrust harder, deeper. He planted a palm on the table beside you to steady himself, pressing his chest against yours as he moved with more force, each snap of his hips sending a jolt through your core, making the table rock and creak beneath you.

Your mind was blank, clouded and hazy as your body welled with pleasure; a tingling in your clit and a deep, intense pulsing in your core. You were going to be swollen after this, bruised, sensitive. But you didn't care; there was an anger inside you that you had to extinguish, and with each slam of his body against yours, you were getting closer to putting it out.

Your body began to tense and tighten, each slide of his cock met with a growing resistance, making him breathe quickly as he worked harder to maintain his thrusts. Your thighs came together, squeezing his hips as waves of electricity began to thrash in your pelvis. He growled and grabbed your legs, forcing them apart again, and you let out a heavy moan as he sank deeper, hitting the spots that sent you floating on the precipice between pleasure and pain.

Your back arched, and with another brush of his cock, you fell apart. He hid his face in the crook of your neck as he buried himself completely, giving in to his own orgasm as you came around him. You were shaking, your bottom lip chattering like you'd been caught in a blizzard. Every time he shifted or twitched, the echoes of your climax would ring through you, making you shudder, goosebumps pricking your arms.

The room was suddenly so quiet in the clarity, only the rushing of your breaths and the pulse pounding in your ears filling the silence. He lifted his head and carefully pulled out of you, your centre immediately feeling tender and raw in his absence. You glanced up at him, but he couldn't bring himself to look you in the eye, and you suddenly felt nauseous.

You slid off the edge of the table onto your feet, readjusting your underwear and pulling your skirt back down. He stayed beside you, buttoning his trousers as he kept his head down, staring at the table and pensively biting his lip. You looked at him again, and when he finally looked back, you knew; the same remorseful expression you'd seen so many times before. A face full of regret, shame, disappointment in his own lack of restraint. You sighed and shook your head, walking off into the next room, trying to ignore your shaking legs and the lump in your throat.

You stood in the small sitting room, looking out the window into the dark back garden. You felt a tear fall down your cheek, the droplet tickling your skin as it clung to the edge of your jaw. Your lip wobbled, but you bit it to keep it still, sniffing sharply.

"Ellis...?" His voice was so soft and gentle, his footsteps light as he entered the room behind you.

"Just go, Ben," you replied weakly, too numb to even try to turn around.

He paused at the sound of his name on your lips. Then he took another few tentative steps towards you.

"Please, just..." You sighed. "You... broke me. Not just when you left, but every time you treated me like a mistake."

"You're not a mistake. You were never a mistake."

"Was that a mistake?" You turned around, nodding towards the other room.

He hesitated.

"Exactly," you said. "Getting over you was the hardest thing I have ever done. And all it took was one day for me to end up right back where I started."

"It wasn't a mistake," he whispered. "I just... I suppose I wish I'd been more... forbearing. Made it mean something, y'know. I don't regret what just happened. I regret the way it happened."

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying desperately not to cry. But another single tear betrayed you.

"Please don't cry," he said softly. "I can't- I never wanted to-" He sighed, walking over and wrapping his arms around you.

You resisted at first, but you quickly yielded, letting your head fall on his chest, your arms tucked in the space between your bodies. He cradled you in his large embrace, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"I love you, Ellis."

You closed your eyes, his words stinging as much they soothed.

"Right person, wrong everything else," he said.

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explorevenus · 2 years ago

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domestic yandere bf!leon headcanons

and by domestic i just mean like no blatant kidnapping n shit like reader and leon have a legitimate relationship but reader has no idea how aggressively he’s pulling strings behind the scenes

btw i’ve had this written out on my laptop for literally two years so a lot of this is ‘something permanent’ adjacent but it’s not specific to that universe (for other obvious reasons skdfjivhes)

here we go:

leon is extremely protective like, to the degree of being paranoid. doesn't like when you go anywhere or do anything by yourself, which for most people would be suffocating, but leon was very strategic about implementing this very slowly over time. little do you know that this sentiment of his applies basically all the time, because what would happen if you were to slip and fall in the shower, or have a bad day at work, or anything else off of the infinite list of terrible things that could happen, and he wasn't there?

leon tries to convince you to quit your job and stay at home to let him take care of you, but you refuse, not wanting to have to rely on him completely, especially before you're married. so naturally he takes that very literally and shortly after you get married, leon has a word with your boss and you’re magically fired on the spot. this of course is a huge shock to you and leaves you extremely depressed, and therefore even more reliant on him.

leon is very controlling of you in subtle ways, but more than manipulative enough to disguise it as simply caring for or looking out for you. going to get something to eat? no need, i'll make it for you! having a shower? mind if i join you? just showering, i promise... you woke up with a tummy ache? call out of work and let me take care of you! your check engine light is on? it's not safe for you to take your car, looks like i'll be giving you rides for a while! no, honey, i don't know why your friends have gone cold and stopped reaching out. that's their loss. now we can spend more time together! he'll even go as far as to purposefully place your things in cabinets he knows you can't reach, just as an excuse to help you grab them when you inevitably need them.

leon has every device you own bugged and cloned, and therefore constant access to your every message, call, photo, and all of your socials, and your location, at all times. he doesn't check them incredibly often when he's home with you, but checks up on you constantly when he's away for work. it's not uncommon for you to conveniently receive a call from him whenever you leave the house, stay late at work, go somewhere other than straight home after work, etc etc

leon has cameras hidden fucking everywhere in your place. inside and outside of the front door, two in the kitchen, two in the living room, three in the bedroom, one in the bathroom, and not only can he check them any time, but he also keeps a good amount of the footage, particularly from the bedroom. for. definitely pure reasons. anyway, you already know he spends every second of his very limited free time on missions just watching you on the cameras.

leon always wants you to be healthy and well, but he loves taking care of you when you’re sick. you get to call out of work and lay in bed all day while he tends to your every need, and in the hours you spend sleeping it off, he just gets to hold you, and pet your hair, and watch your face, listen to your weak breaths and the little noises you make sometimes. come to think of it, it sure is odd how often you seem to be coming down with colds, given how little time you spend outside of the house to begin with...

leon makes an effort to make you perceive your relationship and his actions as normal as possible. he is incredibly careful to keep this behavior under wraps, and will legitimately tell you anything if it means getting you off of his trail. with his government training in de-escalation, the man is a master manipulator and the CEO of successfully gaslighting. "How was visiting your friends today?" "It was good, how did you know I went to see them, though?" "You told me you were going to when I called this morning." "Did I?" "You did. Or maybe I'm the crazy one and I just made a lucky guess." "Well, I guess I must have, then. Though, between the two of us, I think we can agree I'm the crazy one. I can't seem to remember anything right." "That's why you have me to keep your head on straight, princess."

speaking of princess, pet names ! which he loves. he calls you princess, puppy, angel, doll, honey, baby... he didn't used to use them so often, but he quickly took notice of the liking you’d taken to it when he would, so it became a regular thing. anything to make you blush. you’re just too cute!

mkay we gotta talk about sex <33 under the cut NO MINORS

which leon likes to have very very frequently. obviously he's obsessed with you, and it typically only takes being in the room with you for ten full seconds for him to have a hard time fighting off the image of all the things he wants to do to you. he genuinely finds you attractive, irresistible even, in any condition, whether you’re dolled up for him or depressed in bed wearing the same shirt for three days straight, he's just obsessed with and praising of you and your body.

whiiiiich certainly translates through his love-making. a true master of foreplay, having learned every inch of your body like the back of his hand, he knows exactly how to touch you in ways that grant him the most reaction out of you. this man will seriously edge himself for hours getting lost in playing with you, he's highly skilled at giving head and loves to do so. man’s a total munch. it's a relatively surefire way to get your attention for a while and he takes advantage of this often.

finishing inside of you is practically a must for him, he finds it so intimate and the deepest way to connect with you and gift you a part of himself. he rarely, if ever, cums anywhere else, and when he does, it's usually on your stomach and/or thighs. i don't see him being particularly interested in actually having children though, considering that would mean taking a considerable amount of your attention and focus away from him, and he wants you all to himself.

^^^ lol anyway

his fave position(s): missionary, so he can watch your face, but with enough convincing he'll let you ride him sometimes, because you want to-- not that he doesn't enjoy it, he just doesn't want you to have to do any of the work! he prefers to spoil you and just let you relax and enjoy yourself.

#venustext #sintext #resident evil #leon kennedy #yandere!leon kennedy #dark!leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #yandere!leon kennedy x reader #dark!leon kennedy x reader

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ducktoo · 7 days ago

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Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

Side 3. Rewind with Winter

Note: flashback no jutsu

Masterlist here

This took place a few days after Chapter 35

The quiet in Y/n’s room was only broken by the faint click of his keyboard and the occasional rustle as he shifted in his chair, trying to stay awake. The hour was late, but Y/n was deep into his work when his eyes drifted to a photo resting on his desk—an old, almost faded picture from school days with Winter, tucked in a plain black frame.

The photo brought a nostalgic smile to his face. They were standing under cherry blossoms, laughing at something he couldn’t quite remember. Both of them looked so young, so carefree. He chuckled, realizing how different they were back then—but also how some things hadn’t changed at all.

Just as he traced a finger over the image, a light knock sounded at his door, and Winter’s voice called out softly. “Hon? You’re still up?”

The door creaked open, and Winter slipped inside, blinking sleepily at him. She tilted her head curiously when she noticed the photo in his hands. “Oh my god, is that from high school?” She padded over to him, squinting as she reached for the frame. “I forgot you still had that.”

“Of course I kept it. I’m sentimental, remember?” Y/n grinned, nudging her shoulder. “You look so young here, Jeong. All happy and carefree, dragging me through cherry blossoms.”

Winter laughed, taking a seat beside him and leaning in to get a better look. “Oh, please. You loved it, don’t deny it.”

“Loved it?” Y/n raised an eyebrow, his voice full of mock horror. “Jeongie, you forced me out of my warm, safe bed at 6 a.m. on a weekend……just for cherry blossoms!”

Winter just chuckled, her gaze soft as she looked at the picture. “You know, I dragged you everywhere back then. I don’t even remember why I felt like I had to.”

They both fell silent, slipping into memories that felt both distant and oddly close.

It was a chilly spring morning, and Y/n was half-asleep as Winter practically yanked him out of his house. “Jeong, it’s 6 a.m. What on earth are we doing here?” he groaned.

She grinned, pointing towards the cherry blossom trees lining the nearby park. “Just look! Aren’t they beautiful?”

Y/n squinted, still groggy. “Yeah, yeah, they’re nice and all, but I was having a dream about… I don’t know, anything but this.”

“Your dreams are probably boring anyway,”

"No it doesn't" Y/n defended.

"It totally isss" Winter teased, pulling him along the path. She twirled around, laughing under the pale pink trees, completely in her element.

Y/n grumbled but soon found himself smiling despite himself. There was something captivating about Winter’s excitement. He pulled out his phone, snapping a photo as she threw her hands up in a swirl of blossoms. “Gotcha!” he said, grinning.

“YA!” Winter protested, but she laughed, not even attempting to swipe the phone away.

“That’s a terrible angle, idiot! Delete it.”

“Hell no. Evidence that you dragged me out here for ‘appreciating beauty.’”

Winter just rolled her eyes. “Someday, you’ll thank me for expanding your small head”

"My head is not small!"

Back in the present, Y/n chuckled at the memory. “I still think I could’ve done without the 6 a.m. part.”

Winter smirked, nudging him. “Wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t making you miserable somehow.”

He shook his head, eyes shining with warmth. “Oh, trust me, you can open a course with just that.”

Winter punched his shoulder playfully. “I’m glad to be the inspiration for your suffering.”

"Tsk, whatever.”

Y/n slumped back onto his chair, trying to think of a memory that felt special but without all the dramatics.

Suddenly, it hit him, and he smirked, turning to Winter. "Do you remember the time we tried to make kimbap for the school festival?"

Winter’s eyes went wide, and she let out a laugh. “Oh no, don’t even remind me! I was so confident I could make the perfect rolls, and you were just as clueless as I was.”

Y/n chuckled, the memory playing vividly in his mind.

It was a Saturday morning, and the kitchen in Y/n’s house was an absolute mess. Seaweed sheets, rice grains, vegetables, and various ingredients were scattered across every available surface as Winter tried to instruct Y/n on “the art of kimbap.”

"Why am I listening to you, by the way?"

Winter glared. "Because my mum told me before your mum did."

Y/n scratched his head, trying the decipher the ridiculous reason she blabbered. "…wha-"

“Okay, idiot, pay attention,” Winter interrupted, rolling up her sleeves as she placed a sheet of seaweed on the bamboo mat. “First, you spread the rice thinly… like this.”

Y/n eventually gave up and just watched her carefully, nodding, though he looked more worried than confident. “Got it. Spread the rice thinly. Easy enough.”

But as he reached over to do the same, his hands were anything but delicate. He pressed the rice too hard, nearly tearing the seaweed sheet. Winter stifled a laugh, leaning over to help.

“You’re not making rice patties, idiot. You need a softer touch.”

He sighed, looking at the uneven clumps of rice spread messily across his seaweed. “Why don’t they make this look hard in the videos? They’re always rolling kimbap perfectly in like, three seconds flat.”

Winter grinned, patting his arm. “That’s because they’ve practiced a million times. It’s fine��we’ll just, you know, eat the ugly ones.”

"Yeah, I'll feed you all that for dinner." Y/n replied.

She continued showing him the steps, adding the vegetables and carefully rolling the first kimbap with a proud little grin. But when Y/n attempted to roll his, it was clear something had gone terribly wrong. Instead of a neat little cylinder, his roll was lopsided and practically bursting open at the seams.

“Oh my god, what is that?” Winter teased, stifling laughter as she held up her near-perfect roll beside his misshapen one.

“Hey, this is… rustic,” he replied defensively, holding up his sad kimbap with an exaggeratedly proud expression.

Winter couldn’t hold back her laughter, shaking her head. “Fine, ‘rustic’ it is! Let’s just hope no one at the festival minds your, uh, ‘unique presentation style.’”

They kept rolling, both growing more comfortable, though Y/n still managed to produce rolls that looked more like rice sandwiches than actual kimbap. In the end, their festival table was half filled with Winter’s perfectly rolled kimbap and Y/n’s “abstract” creations. But to their surprise, both sold out quickly.

“Guess people like rustic after all,” Y/n had said, grinning as they counted the empty plates.

Back in the present, Y/n shook his head with a laugh. “I still don’t know how we managed to sell out. I thought people would take one look and just walk away.”

Winter nudged him playfully. “It’s because you kept hyping them up as ‘limited-edition Y/n originals.’ You turned it into a whole event.”

He rolled his eyes. “Hey, I was just trying to make the most of what we had. You’re the one who called them ‘artisanal kimbap’.”

"It looks…unique." Winter grinned. "Hence the name."

"Well…"Y/n shrugged. "At least now I'm the cook in the relationship."

Their banter slowed, both of them lost in thought, when Winter asked, “Remember our trainee days? I thought I retained my cooking skill from that kimbap rolling… until that disaster.”

“Oh, god, that day…” Y/n groaned, already cringing at the memory.

They were both late into their training schedules, staying after hours to perfect their routines. Exhausted and starving, Winter had the idea to cook something in the practice room’s small kitchenette.

“Are you…sure about this?” Y/n had asked skeptically as Winter rummaged through ingredients she’d “borrowed” from the shared fridge. “You’ve only ever made, like, ramen, and you messed up even that.”

"Ya, I made kimbap as well!" Winter argued.

"…that the lunch ladies have made?" Y/n glared. "We just needed to roll them."

“Oh shush, whatever, how hard could it be?” Winter had shrugged, tossing a random array of ingredients into a pot. “A little of this, some of that… easy!”

The starting ingredients was quite normal. Sausage, spam, tofu skin. But then the ingredients got a bit more ambitious.

Fish head, chicken legs, broccoli. Pretty much whatever was left in the fridge.

Within minutes, a suspiciously murky smell started filling the room. Y/n’s stomach churned, but Winter, ever confident, was undeterred. “Here, taste it,” she’d said, handing him a spoon with a triumphant grin.

One sip, and Y/n had to bolt to the nearest trash can. “YA, what the actual fck is this? It tastes like… like burned cabbage mixed with… I don’t even know what!”

Winter’s face had turned bright red as she laughed, looking at the mystery concoction in horror. “Okay, maybe it’s a little… experimental.”

“A little?” Y/n had gasped between fits of laughter. “today could've been my last day on earth.”

Winter covered her face, laughing at the memory. “Hey, in my defense, you volunteered to taste it.”

“Only because you said it was ‘perfectly seasoned!’” Y/n shot back, eyes wide with exaggerated horror. “I seriously thought I was going to die.”

"Your fault for being gullible." Winter chuckled, shaking her head. “To be fair, we were all struggling back then… I was just a menace in the kitchen on top of it.”

They both laughed, the sound filling the quiet room. But as the laughter died down, Winter looked at him with a soft smile. “You were always there, hon. Even back then, even if I made things… difficult.”

Y/n shrugged, glancing at her warmly. “It's always fun being with you, Jeongie.”

Winter glanced down, her expression turning contemplative. “Sometimes… it feels like we’ve been through so much, it’s hard to believe we’re still here. Like, look at us now, all grown up and making careers out of this crazy dream.”

Y/n’s smile faded a bit, his eyes drifting to the picture in his hands. “You're right…the road was tough but fun nonetheless.”

Winter nudged him with her shoulder, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Not even the 6 a.m. cherry blossom sightseeing?”

Y/n rolled his eyes. “…still no.”

They sat in silence, letting the memories settle around them. Winter eventually glanced at the picture and sighed softly. “Do you…ever wonder…what it would’ve been like if we hadn’t gone through all this? If we’d stayed in school, had normal lives?”

“Sometimes,” Y/n admitted. “But… I think I’d still find my way to you.”

Winter looked at him, eyes wide and slightly misty. She reached out, brushing a finger over the frame. “You know, back then… I was always dragging you around because you were the one person I felt completely comfortable with. I knew that, no matter how tough things got, you’d be there.”

Her words hung in the air, and Y/n found himself at a loss for words. He didn’t know what to say, but he knew that everything she was saying mirrored his own feelings, his own memories.

Feeling moved, his body subconsciously gravitated towards Winter and enveloped her in a warm hug from behind.

Winter was certainly surprised, but eventually welcomed with a small, embarrassed laugh. “Wow, this is getting cheesy, huh?”

“A little,” Y/n grinned, trying to lighten the mood. “But whatever, you're warm.”

She smirked, elbowing him. “Eww. I'm not used to you being lovey-dovey yet, hon.”

“Better get used to it now, Jeongie.” Y/n chuckled, his eyes twinkling with the warmth of their shared memories.

They stood there a while longer, reminiscing about everything from missed dance steps to late-night ramen, all the way to debut days and beyond. The small photo on his desk had brought back a flood of moments neither of them would ever forget. And as Winter finally slipped out of his room, throwing him a quiet, affectionate smile over her shoulder, Y/n felt a comforting, unspoken promise settle between them.

It was a promise that, no matter how much changed, they would always be each other’s constant—a sentiment anchored by years of shared memories, a friendship, and now a relationship, that had withstood the test of time.

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bigtreefest · 5 months ago

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Essie’s Summer Lovin’ 300 Follower Celebration!!

I can’t believe it, but I’ve hit 300 followers! Thank you so much for everyone who has helped me get here and all the encouragement and love you’ve shown me. You have no idea how much it means💗 *please excuse the terrible graphic that I made on my lunch break. I tried, I swear. 🥳🥳🥳🥳🤷🏻‍♀️

For the occasion, I’m hosting a writing event! I’d love for you, yes you! to join in the celebration!! I know what you’re thinking: ‘well Essie, how do I do that?’ Let me tell you!!

Gather up all the sweet, summer vibes you can muster, along with one or multiple of the prompts listed below, and write a fic! Prompts and rules below!

Prompts:

*feel free to adjust them accordingly to work better in your fic

- pick your favorite summer song and use it to inspire your fic (optional, and very much not necessary, but encouraged. I love the songs of summer)

Scenarios:

- a character gets a sunburn

- someone lost their bathing suit in the ocean/pool

- a popsicle dripping down someone’s skin

- sand. Sand everywhere.

- beach games got a little too rough

- reading and someone gets the book wet

- putting a flower behind their ear

- babe is a surfer

- watching a sunrise/sunset together

- a long drive together

- putting sunscreen on one another

- rain spoils your summer outdoor plans

- bonfire

- catching fireflies

Quotes:

- “it hurts when I _____” “then stop doing that”

- “I wore this purposely because I thought the tan line would drive you crazy.”

- “what do you mean you didn’t pack snacks?”

- “here, you can share with me”

- “aw man, that was the last one”

- “I’ve got something else you can lick”

- “ew, gross. That’s not what I thought would happen today”

- “who thought a place with mosquitoes was a good idea?”

- “yeah. I know” “I didn’t mean I was hot in that way”

- “you know that one’s my favorite”

- “we’re not supposed to be in here” / “not here”

- “why’s it…sticky?”

Kinks:

- praise

- size

- daddy

- equal partnership? That’s my kink.

- breeding

- oooo! hand

- public sex/trying not to get caught

- overstimulation

Tropes:

- friends to lovers

- enemies to lovers

- hurt/comfort

- last summer together before going separate ways🥺

- vacation fling cut short by having to go home

Environments:

- beach

- pool

- lake house

- ice cream shop/stand

- inside in the ac

- a bar

- resort/hotel

- out on the water/ in a boat

Rules/How to Play:

- Character/love interest must be a CE babe/Bucky (no other Seb babes, however you may be able to make a case for boedecker or destroyer Chris)

- No deeply dark themes, including noncon, murder and death, toilet stuff, incest, or anything you think would be too intense for my poor heart. Dubcon, stepcest, and soft!dark are allowable if you just keep it light and find it necessary, but use your discretion please

- Posts should be at least 300 words, with no upper limit! Please us a ‘read more’ past 150

- fics should be stand-alone. If they are part of a series, they should be able to be read alone.

- tag me @bigtreefest and put the tags #essie’s summer lovin’ 300 follower celebration #summer lovin’ celebration and #essie’s 300 follower special so I can reblog you and add your fic to the Masterlist!!

- be inclusive and considerate!!

- make/write as many posts as you’d like!

- this will run from Sunday, July 13 to Wednesday, July 31, 2024. Late entries will be accepted through the end of summer.

- happy writing and thank you for celebrating with me!!

Tagging those who interacted with my post gauging interest, but all are welcome to join!!

@stargazingfangirl18 @krirebr @ronearoundblindly @witchywithwhiskey @thezombieprostitute @darsynia @jesevans @navybrat817 @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @brandycranby @universitypenguin @gone-to-fight-the-fairies @delicatebarness @biteofcherry @dreamtinblackandwhite @levans44

#Essie’s summer lovin’ 300 follower celebration #summer lovin’ celebration #Essie’s 300 follower special #CE characters #Seb characters #Chris Evans #Sebastian Stan #300 followers #300 follower challenge #300 follower celebration

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emira-addams · 8 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel - Carmilla x Rosie - The Devil is a Part-Timer - Headcanon

Carmilla gets trapped on Earth with her daughters and Rosie and Velvette, and they need to pretend to be family so as not to attract any attention among the humans as them being demons until they can return to Hell...

The last thing Carmilla could remember was her arguing with Velvette and Rosie knocking on the door

The Overlord-Meeting had just been over, an exhausting meeting and the main topic had been that weird hotel of Lucifer's disillusioned daughter and the probability of the end of the annual exterminations as a result of Adam's death

With the help of her daughters, Carmilla had been packing up her things, Velvette still sitting in her seat with her feet on the table, engaged in a very heated discussion with Carmilla while she tried to get home as soon as possible

Velvette was convinced that they had to fight back and bring down Heaven now while they still had the chance

Suddenly there had been a knock on the door and Rosie was standing in front of her

When Carmilla opened her eyes, she was lying on her back, damp green grass beneath her and the silhouettes of trees and shadows of skyscrapers above her, the red horizon of Hell had been replaced by a dark blue sky, planes and helicopters imitating shooting stars

The noise of the city was terrible, the volume unbearable, shrill sirens and car horns, she had to cover her ears and when she sat up, she realized that she was sitting on the ground in the middle of a park in a big city

Carmilla was not alone

Less than a meter away from their mother, her daughters lay unconscious in the grass, Rosie found herself on her side under a tree and a good distance away, in the mud on the edge of a small lake, they saw Velvette

"W-What happened?" Slowly Rosie came awake, shaking, her balance faltering, and Carmilla needed to help to her feet before the worried mother could go and check on her daughters

"Where are we?" Rosie also seemed completely overwhelmed by the volume, the bright lights and the sheer size of the city; she and Carmilla had never experienced such centralization and automation in their lifetimes

"We're on Earth..." Velvette tried desperately to rub the mud from her clothes, more concerned about her appearance than the fact that they had somehow escaped Hell and were now trapped on Earth

"Why are we on Earth? We have to go back to Hell!"

"What do we do now?" Velvette asks in confusion as they leave the park and stop in front of a large shop window, all of their images appearing strangely human in the reflection

"We'll blend in," Carmilla concludes. "We look like humans, so we act like humans..."

She has a plan and explains to the group that they need to be as inconspicuous as possible, they need to blend into the everyday life of a normal person as much as possible, they shouldn't attract any attention until they have found a way back to Hell and their first step in implementing their plan is to find a place to stay and food to eat

At the city library, Odette forges the right faked documents for them on a computer while the rest of the group searches for ads for cheap housing in newspapers spread everywhere

Odette chooses the obviously simplest option and makes their group into a family that has just moved here from abroad, Carmilla and Rosie playing married parents and Clara, Odette and Velvette becoming sisters on paper

"I'd also need your name for the records, Miss..." requested their landlady.

"Rosie!"

"Your full name with your surname, please, Miss..." replied their landlady, shaking her head.

"Oh... Please excuse me, my full name is Rosie Carmine! We're married!" Rosie pointed to Carmilla with a proud grin, while Carmilla quickly averted her eyes, desperately trying to hide the blush that was now creeping inevitably into her cheeks. Although Odette had already warned her mother that Rosie would be playing her wife, saying it out loud was another matter that inevitably made Carmilla's heart skip a beat. How was she supposed to get used to sleeping in the same bed with Rosie any time soon?

"You really do have three wonderful daughters!" their landlady enthused as she showed them their tiny apartment, which was a one-bedroom unit with an open kitchen and an adjoining bathroom with a shower.

"Don't get the wrong impression, I'm just adopted!" Velvette interjected.

"We still love her just as much as our other two daughters..." Carmilla pressed through gritted teeth as she pulled Velvette into a halfhearted hug. "Play along..." she hissed lowly as Velvette struggled unsuccessfully in her arms.

Carmilla gets a job at a fast food restaurant to make the money for rent and food. In addition, she enrolls her daughters and Velvette in school to maintain their cover. Rosie stays home most of the time, taking care of the household and her family, while she spends her free time researching on the internet and in the surrounding museums and libraries to find out more about their situation and a possible way to get back to Hell.

Velvette is very less than thrilled that she has to live under the same roof as Carmilla, play their daughter and go back to school.

Even though their cover is indeed very convincing, their every move is watched by agents in black suits and black SUV's, which park in the street and near their apartment more and more frequently as the plot progresses. Carmilla is followed on her way to work, Rosie can't go to the supermarket alone once without agents following her through the aisles and Clara, Odette and Velvette are being tailed at school. Who are these people and what do they want from them? Are they well aware that they are from Hell?

I'm still working on this idea, it's in my WIP's and I'd love to write a full fic about it soon. It's more or less a slow burn Blooming Gun fic playing on Earth, with a lot of pure domestic bliss and fluff and some action (involving some secret demon hunting agents from the government), and Carmilla and Rosie secretly crushing on each other.

Carmilla thinks that Rosie is merely playing her role as her wife very convincingly and doesn't dare to explore her feelings much further, while Rosie desperately tries to give Carmilla the hint without actually having to say the words.

Clara and Odette have long since accepted Rosie as their other parent and are enjoying their second chance to live a semi-normal life outside of Hell with their mothers, more or less accepting Velvette as their sister.

After some time, several conflicts and some heartfelt conversations, Carmilla actually adopts Velvette as her daughter. The turning point in their relationship is a situation at school in which Carmilla takes Velvette's side as her mother and defends her as her daughter.

What do you think of this idea for a fic so far?

Do you have any suggestions or any wishes for scenes or content that I definitely need to include?

Masterpost:

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chansbabygirlsstuff · 6 months ago

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Just a bet Chapter 10

Hey Baby girls

here is chapter 10 plz enjoy

your hand goes up to your lips and feeling the blood in your fingers makes you tremble

"I CAN'T STAND YOU EITHER, I HATE YOU, ALL YOU HAVE DONE IS MAKE MY LIFE MISERABLE, AND NO IT'S NOT MY FAULT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED TO YOU!" you yell back tears streaming down your face

you never yelled back at him, so he was surprised, you left everything and ran towards your room and locked it, you looked at the clock, Chan was supposed to be here in 10 minutes

you called him

it rang once, anxiety crawled through your skin feeling unwell

it rang twice, and you could taste the metal liquid on your tongue

it rang three times, and tears started to stream down your face

"Hello?" he picked up

I try to breathe in to calm myself before talking to him, but when I sucked in my runny nose provoking a sound

"Are you ok are you crying?" his voice sounds concerned.... shit at least someone is worried about you

"I'm ok, I just think I won't be able to make it today," you say still cleaning up your wound with toilet paper

"Why did something happen?" he sounded even more worried than before

" Don't worry it's just my dad again" you say but your voice breaks

"Did he do something to you?" he asked seriously

"No, don't worry about it, I just wanted to let you know so you don't have to come all the way here" you sniffle your nose

"ok, I'm coming over" he hangs up the phone

shit.

What in the fucking world did he not understand about Do not come here, he is going to make things worst.

you sit on your bed; worried about something bad happening.

then you hear the doorbell, making a sound all around the quiet place you open your bedroom door to make your way to open the house door but you hear your father opening the door

"Who are you and what do you want?" he asks with an ugly attitude

"Hello Mr. L/n I'm here to take Y/n," Chan says but your father scoffs

"Yeah, good luck with that one kid she is a total bitch and a whore" he rolls his eyes

"I would appreciate it if you wouldn't talk about her like that" he smiles keeping his anger in him

"I can say whatever the fuck I want about her," he says getting defensive and looking for a fight

"ok sir" Chan tries not to start a fight, even if he wishes to punch his face

"if you excuse me I need to go get her" he grinds his teeth and lets Chan in as he goes to the stairs, being his first guess as he didn't see any rooms on the first floor, but he stepped onto the stairs he finds you at the top making eye contact with you.

he gets closer and whispers so your father can't hear him "What happened?"

your eyes get teary as you make your way to your room where there is the light he follows behind

he makes contact with your bruised lip and then looks at you

"he was drunk and started talking down at me so I talked back and he hit me" You try to conceal your tears as you explain, getting nervous and embarrassed at the fact that he is here seeing you in such a terrible state.

way to go y/n, you made a fool of yourself and he probably thinks you're a-pick me for crying, but shit you can't hold it anymore.

"ok pack your things, we are leaving this shit hole" he rubs his hands in his pants takes a big breath, and exhales deeply

"what do you mean" You clean the tears that didn't succeed in staying in, your breath getting shaky

"We are going to my place for now but you need to leave this place and it's urgent," he says seriously

"but.... my dad will be mad, he might find me and hit me more," you say getting scared as he grabs your forearms which were shaking "Take a big breath for me ok?" you try to breathe looking everywhere but him, at his proximity with you

"everything is going to be fine, we are going to get out of here and then we will see what we can do ok" You look uncertainly "You are going to be safe" You nod and breathe again looking at him, tears trying to spill again but you hold it

he lets go and starts looking around the place for necessary things" You have a suitcase?" he asks and you nod as you quickly move to your closet taking it out

"ok pack your clothes and tell me if you need help taking something else but we need to be quick" You nod and take a smaller bag from your bathroom cabinets and give it to him

"you can help me pack my bathroom necessities if you want?" you ask feeling guilty for asking for help, he is already helping you too much by taking you to his place

"of course let me do that" he goes to your connected bathroom which was a bit unorganized, but hey, life at a university is tough and you barely have time for yourself

you start packing all your clothes trying to make them small so they can fit, but also working fast. On the other hand, Chan organizes the small bag with your soap, shampoo, and everything you have inside the shower, and then he takes your toothbrush and toothpaste, he then opens a cabinet in front of him and sees different types of pills, putting them all in your bag and finds a little basket with pads, also organizing them ion your little suitcase, thanking heavens all fit in perfectly he closed it making sure he isn't miss anything

you finish packing all your clothes and undies, and now you are looking for your shoes under your bed but Chan comes out of the bathroom "Everything is here, including your skincare and all your necessities so don't worry" he smiles and puts them in his backpack he brought in case of this happening

after you got everything you closed your suitcase and nodded to him, confirming that you were ready to go, he took the big bag and carried it to your bedroom door "This has to be quick and quiet so he doesn't see us" you nodded being scared for your life

he holds the suitcase on his shoulder so he can see the stairs as you take the backpack and quietly make your way down.

he makes sure to look if he is not at the door before opening it as you both get out and head to the car he puts the luggage in the back seat to not make noise and gets to the passenger's seat seeing you already buckled up, he starts the car and drives away

He drives away from the hell you have been condemned to your whole life

Your lungs leave a breath you didn't know you were holding

as you felt free

you felt new.

Heyy yall thanks for reading I swear chapters are going to be longer after chapter 13 love yall remember the tag list is open in the forms in my pinned post

Tag list : @stayceebs97 @foivestarrsketchez @salfetkablog @strayywayy

#skz angst #skz #bang chan angst #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #skz smut #bang chan imagines #bang chan fluff #hyunjin smut #chan smut

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toxic3mmy · 8 months ago

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hii! i hope this isn’t going against boundaries as it is a little angsty, but could you do a fic where the reader is going through a depressive episode and alex tries his best to help them? love ur writing!

of course! i struggle with mental health and love this request idea!

(also, im sorry if this feels repetitive from my other works!! please feel free to leave more requests my lovelies! <33 )

prompt: alex helps you through a depressive episode

warning: mention of depression, sh, and scars

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it had been three weeks. alex had been trying to get a hold of you for the entirety of this time and had no luck except for a few texts from you. he was really beginning to worry.

was she in trouble? did something bad happen? is she in the hospital? is she just very busy with life?

alex didn’t know, but what he did know was that it had been long enough since he last saw you.

you were stuck in a terrible loop. wake up around 3pm, watch the show you were hyper fixated on, toss and turn in your bed, eat some snacks, and sleep around 5am. repeat the cycle again and again. sometimes you just laid there and thought about how much you hated life. sometimes you cried and cried for hours at a time. and sometimes, when your head was too full of resentment and hate towards yourself, you would drag your trusty blade across your scarred skin and felt the immense relief as the blood dripped from your self inflicted wounds.

you knew it was an issue. you knew you really were not okay. and most of all, you knew that you could never show this side of yourself to alex. he wouldn’t understand any of it and he most likely would abandon you like everyone else in your life had.

but a huge part of you wanted to see him. maybe seeing him would snap you out of this depressive loop. but maybe not, who knows.

alex had made his way to your house and he waited outside. he tried calling you one last time before making his move.

you watched your phone screen light up with alex’s face as you let it ring. you missed him, you really did. but you wanted to watch your show in peace. so you waited for the call to finish and continued to lay in bed, feeling sleep take over your body.

alex saw his missed call as a sign. he put his phone away and grabbed your extra key hidden inside your pink flower pot on the porch. he unlocked your door and slowly made his way inside. as he turned around from closing the door, he noticed the mess. it was an absolute mess everywhere. he knew how tidy you loved to keep your home so it was confirmed now that something was definitely wrong.

he creeped closer to your room and after opening the door, he noticed you must have drifted off to sleep while watching something on your phone. he looked around your room and saw that your room was in worse condition than the house. takeout food was lying around on the floor, dirty dishes, empty cups and dirty laundry had collected all over the room. the floor wasn’t even visible at this point.

alex knew exactly what this was. you had fallen into a depressive episode. but why didn’t you tell him about this sooner?

he brushed aside the questions and took off his jacket. he then began to pick up any trash he could find without waking you. he took all dirty dishes into the kitchen sink and washed them all. then he put all the littered clothing into your washer and began to wash them. he swept and mopped your room and was genuinely surprised that you had yet to wake up from all his movement.

he cleaned the rest of the house without hesitation. he knew this was probably the least he could do for you right now and he wanted to do anything he could for you.

it took him a few hours but he’d finally gotten everything done when he realized he forgot to clean a few things in your room. he walked in and abruptly stopped in his tracks the moment he met your wide eyes.

“alex…. what are you doing here? i can’t have you here right now i-i don’t want you here! i don’t want you to see me like this.. why are you here?! who told you that you could just break into my house and—and” you let out the most heartbreaking sobs as you broke down right then and there

alex rushed over to you and immediately enveloped you in his strong arms. you were quick to push him off of you, still crying.

“alex i haven’t showered in almost two weeks! i smell awful and look even worse! can’t you see that i don’t want you here!”

alex began to tear up as he simply held you in his arms once again.

“shh, it’s okay sweetheart. ya no llores corazón. i’m here, okay? i know you’re going through a lot right now and i’m here by your side no matter what. i missed you y/n. i’ve missed you so much. i just want you to be okay..”

you began to cry even more when he said these things to you.

“are you sure you’re okay seeing me like this? i… i’m doing really bad and this is all so embarrassing—”

alex sighed,

“princesa, you have no reason to be embarrassed with me. i’m your best friend. i love you and i always will. i want to take care of you, if that’s okay?”

you didn’t know what to say. you were so so grateful for him, for everything. all you could do was nod as tears silently fell down your face.

alex held your hand and led you into your newly cleaned bathroom. he grabbed your favorite hair brush and let your hair down from its messy bun. he softly brushed out all the knots in your long hair. he then handed you your toothbrush with toothpaste on it. although you felt a bit embarrassed still, alex had a way of being so nonchalant that it made the embarrassment lift off of your shoulders. you brushed your teeth as he finished off detangling your hair.

once you both finished, he played a soft playlist on his phone to fill the silence and began to take off his shoes and his tee shirt.

you couldn’t help but laugh with reddened cheeks as you covered your eyes with your hands.

alex playfully threw his shirt at you.

“hey! what are you doing?” you laughed, uncovering your eyes slowly

“i’m showering with you, duhh. now come on y/n, don’t let me make a fool of myself alone!” he laughed as he turned on the shower and then walked towards you.

his warm hands held you by the hips and your breath was caught in your throat as he slowly began to undress you.

“is this.. okay?” alex whispered to you as his hands stopped at the hem of your pants.

“yeah, yes it’s okay. i trust you.”

and with that alex undressed the two of you and helped you into the steamy shower. as the water ran down your body, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. while you began to soap up your body, alex approached you and once again asked if he could come in. you laughed and pulled him into the shower with you.

you spent the remainder of the shower washing one another’s hair and body in the most innocent way possible. when you both finished, alex got towels for the both of you and he rummaged through your closet to find you some comfortable clothes. he also found some clothes you’d stolen from him and extra stuff he’d left at your house from weeks ago. the two of you got dressed in silence until you spoke up.

“alex… i really want to thank you. i really do appreciate everything you’ve done for me. i haven’t really been feeling that well lately. i um, i couldn’t leave my bed for so long. i feel too tired to even take care of myself or to do anything at all. i’m really sorry you had to see me like this…”

“y/n, please don’t apologize. you have nothing to apologize for. you’re only human. and even if you’re struggling with things that i may not completely understand, i’m never going to leave your side. one thing i did want to ask about was um… the scars on your arms and your thighs. have you always struggled with self harm? i… i hate to see you hurting yourself in this way. your beautiful skin…” he said as he held your hands in his

“i… don’t know how else to cope. i know it’s not okay to do but it brings me comfort, as morbid as it may sound. i’m sorry alex… i really am. i promise you that i’ll make an appointment with my therapist. i might have um ghosted her a few weeks ago but i think it would be best to reach out to her for help. i didn’t want to at first but i know you want the best for me and id do anything for you alexis” you were crying again but alex was quick to dry your eyes with his hands

he held your arms out and kissed the ragged red lines across your arms. he kissed every last one, and you couldn’t help but smile sadly at him.

“y/n, let me take care of you okay?”

“even if i get bad like this again?”

“yes y/n, i don’t plan on leaving your side. i’m here now okay? i’m here hermosa”

you waited in your bedroom doorway as alex changed your bedding to clean sheets and a clean blanket. you were so incredibly lucky and thankful to have him here with you. when he finished, he laid you down and followed suit.

“when was the last time you ate?”

“probably yesterday.. well technically yesterday but all i had was a soda and some fruit.”

“would you like me to cook something for you? or maybe i could pick up some food?”

“you really don’t have to do that, you’ve already done so much for me i mean look at this house! it’s spotless and i don’t know how to even thank you for that..”

“don’t worry about that. are you hungry, yes or no?”

you nodded sheepishly

“okay, then give me like twenty minutes and i’ll be right back”

and with that, alex left you alone to get you some food. the moment you were by yourself, you couldn’t help but sob uncontrollably. it was all too much too soon. you weren’t ready to get better. you just wanted to be alone and you wanted to rot away in your bed with no one to bother you.

as these negative thoughts began to surface in your mind, your thoughts immediately switched to images of your shiny little friend that was hiding in your bathroom. you went to retrieve your favorite sharp blade and rolled up your sleeve. you stared at the red healing cuts on your arm and you suddenly remembered alex.

he was kissing your scars and asking if he could take care of you. you didn’t want to disappoint him. as much as you wanted to stay unwell, you didn’t want to do that to him. you stood up and flushed the blade down the toilet. you took a second to walk around your house and admire all that alex had done for you.

you sat in your living room and turned on the tv while waiting for his return.

as promised, twenty minutes had passed and alex walked into your house with some dinner for the two of you.

“honey! i’m home!” he laughed at his own joke as you playfully rolled your eyes at him

“hi… i missed you” you surprised alex with a tight hug

“woah, is everything okay y/n?”

“yeah, now that you’re here everything is perfect”

and the two of you talked over dinner. you thanked alex profusely for everything he’d done. he said it was no big deal, that he enjoyed taking care of you. and that was the end of that. the rest of the day consisted mostly of alex being very cuddly and sweet to you. but you didn’t mind it at all. the two of you simply enjoyed being together and everything felt okay in that moment.

#alex quackity #alexis quackity #quackity #quackity x reader

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c-c-cherry · 4 months ago

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Return of the king!!!!!!

For the ask game, you know I’ve gotta ask about the slayage #beachepisode

Hello everyone. I got two asks on this one so it's time for a story. (Ask game in question)

"#slay #beachepisode #reigentraintrauma" is the name of a google doc I created around 5am during Fall midterms last year that I never actually filled. This fic in question was manically story-boarded by myself and my roommate in one all-nighter because we needed a fun little reward during exams (but we apparently found some better reward because we never ended up writing it).

I have looked everywhere and cannot find a SINGLE TRACE OF THIS OUTLINE. This document is EMPTY. But the gist of it is under the cut. Buckle up. Does it still have potential?

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Picture this. A well-needed vacation. An expedition to the wonderful Rice Prefecture. A fantastic view of Mochi Mountain. A vacation home on the beachside of (insert another silly rice-related location I've forgotten). The cast is having a well-deserved holiday.

I can't remember how they even got into this situation. I have vague memories of Teru entering some kind of sketchy sweepstakes that won them this place for a few days? I have no idea. All I know is that it's free, they're all invited, and it's definitely not Reigen's idea.

This is supposed to be a calming vacation, but Reigen just cannot relax about it. For some unknown reason, every fibre of his being is entirely against making this trip, and he can't figure out why.

The cheapest transportation option is so clearly the train (which brings up some iffy memories), but he's been okay on them for the most part. Train trips are fine. There's no reason for him to decline a free vacation when everyone is this excited. He's been fine with this before—he should be fine.

The more veiled problem is this goddamn mountain.

Mochi Mountain is supposed to be one of the region's wonders. Instead, even the idea looms over him incessantly during the days leading up to the trip. The mountain is logically harmless. Beautiful, even. But looking out the train window and over to that towering peak on the way to the vacation spot makes everything click as to why this terrible gut feeling of his is so insistent. If you're familiar with the ova, it's no surprise. The combination unlocks some kind of trigger that he didn't even know was possible. Like, serious alarm bells are ringing. The type that tell him, "You are totally gonna die alone staring at this thing." The trip there is torturous, but he conceals it (for the most part).

When they finally arrive, Reigen finds that this holiday was more than a fatal mistake. That mountain did not stay with the train like in his past experience. In fact, he has a perfect view of it from the beach house's lounge, wrap-around deck, living room, kitchen, and is it really possible for the mountain to be in every single window view he can find?

He doesn't sleep. His silly businessman sparkle is gone. He opts to stay home while Serizawa takes the others out to do stupid tourist things that should have been fun. Even the isolation from staying inside is just as suffocating as a train car. He's the worst vacationer ever, and he hates it.

And worst of all? He can't stop thinking about what might happen on the ride back. The dread of the future completely ruins the whole point of this "relaxing" trip. He spends the rest of his time tailing the others on the beach or sitting off to the side while they all watch TV or play games, doom-scrolling on his phone as it seems like the only thing that distracts him from this weird limbo of anxiety (it is doing a horrible job).

The espers and Dimple start to notice, and someone finally has enough of Reigen being half-present. We couldn't decide on this next part. Do they take his phone and hide it? Does someone go way too far and accidentally drop it into the sea? Or maybe they pull some kind of light-hearted prank on him where they've all disappeared from his peripheral, just waiting for him to notice? Or use their psychic abilities to launch him into the ocean for a quick dip?

Whatever it is, it is definitely the wrong thing to do. Reigen totally loses it. Everything (embarrassingly enough) bubbles to the surface, and he starts to dissolve. His reaction concerns the kids the most, who feel like its totally come out of nowhere. Meanwhile Dimple's like, "jeeeez I'm used to talking Shigeo down, but how am I supposed to do damage control with something like this?"

And…Serizawa? Maybe he has no choice but to step up and take control of a situation he'd typically be a victim of.

All at once, this beach episode is in total shambles!!!

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And……..I can't remember how it ends. Or if it even had an ending. I'm not sure if we thought that far ahead. It's lost to the ages unless we uncover this outline in an archaeological dig. This would be fun to revisit and write up sometime, maybe as a long two-shot. Beach episode with a little twist? Who knows.

Thanks to anyone who stayed around to read this weird draft!

#ask game #fanfic #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #whump #hurt/comfort #reigen arataka #serizawa katsuya #wip #beach episode gone wrong lmao

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klbwriting · 10 months ago

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Surface Tension

Chapter 11 - Everywhere

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: threats, light violence

Summary: Hendrix tries one more thing

Notes: this is not the end! there is an epilogue coming! comment/critique appreciated. song is 'Everywhere' by Fleetwood Mac

Taglist: @hyperagitatedcydonian13 @gabrieleskywalker @philiasoul @duchcess

Orm had barricaded the door to the lighthouse before taking AJ to a closet and setting him inside. The boy was crying, wondering where his parents were.

“Listen AJ, stay here and don’t come out until your dad comes to get out ok?” Orm said, holding the boy’s shoulders to still his shaking. He nodded. He was not even 2 but could understand this was serious. “Tell your dad, mom, grandma, and grandpa, tell them uncle Orm loves you, all of you.” He nodded again. Orm kissed his head as he heard Hendrix banging on the door. He closed the closet and locked it with a chair before going to the front door. He heard another bang on it, but this time he was ready.

Hendrix was knocked off his feet when the door blasted off, landing on top of him in the grass. Orm walked out of the lighthouse and stared at him. Hendrix sat up and met the former king’s eyes.

“I knew it…you are alive and the king had you in hiding. It was you fucking that lower city rat before too wasn’t it?” he said, standing. He pulled out his Atlantian dagger and held it up, ready to attack.

“Leave Hendrix, you don’t want to do this,” Orm said. Hendrix just smiled more, becoming a caricature of madness.

“O Orm, you’re mistaken. I want to kill all of you. That brat in the house, why don’t you bring him out and I’ll make it quick for him? Then I’ll take you back to Atlantis, let everyone see that the reigning king kept his tyrant brother alive, against their wishes. They will demand all of your heads.” He took a step forward, switching the blade to the other hand, waiting for an opening. Orm didn’t move, not wanting to start this fight.

Hendrix made the choice, running at Orm, slicing as he got close. Orm sidestepped, stumbling a little on the uneven ground. He still was terrible at fighting on land, but seeing Hendrix trip made him realize, so what he. He ran after Hendrix and threw a punch. Hendrix got his footing just in time to deflect, scratching Orm’s arm with the blade. Orm winched, the pain a surprise, and he was a half second behind as Hendrix dove through a window of the house. Orm gave chase and arrived just in time to see Hendrix pulled AJ out of the closet.

“Don’t, he’s a child, innocent in all this,” Orm pleaded. Hendrix held the knife up to the baby’s throat. “I’ll go with you, anything you want just let the baby go.”

“I think I’ll take him as a guarantee. You wouldn’t do anything with this child’s life in danger,” he said. He held AJ easily with one arm while escorting Orm towards the dock. Arthur, Atlanna, and Y/N all arrived at the same time. They froze as Hendrix held the knife to Orm’s neck, his other arm squeezing AJ enough to make the boy whimper.

“Let my son go,” Arthur demanded. He wished Mera were here instead of in Xebel with her father. Even Tom would be a help, but he had needed to travel to help a friend. Arthur looked to his mother and Y/N, they would have to be enough. He wouldn’t lose his son or his brother.

“Choose who lives your majesty, your brother or your son,” Hendrix said.

“Stop!” Y/N yelled. “Please…Hendrix I’ll go back with you, I’ll tell the council I forged everything, even the recording. I will tell them you are innocent just let them go please,” she begged. He shook his head with a laugh.

“Do you think I care about you now? Once I am finished with this your death will be slow, agonizing, don’t you worry. But right now, I have unfinished business with the royal family,” he said, focusing back on Arthur and Atlanna. Orm looked over towards the house and then sighed.

“Give me the boy,” Orm said, slowly turning to face Hendrix.

“Why?” he asked. He squeezed a little tighter, making AJ cry out. Orm chuckled darkly.

“I have been waiting for an opportunity like this for over a year,” he said. “Do you think I could kill my brother’s heir when he was always surrounded by the rest of them? My idiot brother, his whore wife, and my whore mother? If I had made one wrong move they would have shipped me back to Atlantis for a quick death. But now, well, you’re going to kill everyone anyone. Let me just have this one thing.” Hendrix looked surprised, looking to the aghast faces of the others.

“Orm…” Arthur said. Orm silenced him with a look.

“Do you really thing I would have some big epiphany by living on the surface? Dammit Arthur, I hate it here, I hate everything about this place. Its not only as wasteful and corrupt as I thought it was, its worse! I just needed time to get to you again, make sure you thought I could be trusted, and that’s frankly not an option anymore,” he said.

“You don’t mean that,” Y/N said, tears springing to her eyes. Orm glared at her and she recoiled.

“You are nothing to me, honestly did you think one night was going to mean something? You were just there at the time to be entertaining. Didn’t you notice I did nothing to help you? I left you in that cell to die because I didn’t care about you at all,” he said, filling his voice with an much venom as he could. The broken look on her face almost did him in. Hendrix laughed.

“This is an amazing turn of events,” he said. He looked at Orm and handed him the baby. “Have at it, hope you have fun.” Then he felt the knife to his throat.

“O he’s not going to have half as much as I am,” Aria said, drawing the knife just a little to show Hendrix that it was Atlantian and it could kill him. Orm let out a breath and backed up, away from them to keep AJ safe. Arthur walked over, taking the knife from her and holding it on Hendrix himself, just as guards from Atlantis arrived, along with several council members. They took Hendrix into custody before staring at Orm, who was still holding AJ.

“Well you caught me, I really tried,” he said, still glaring at Arthur. Arthur caught his meaning.

“Give me back my son” he said, moving towards him. “You’re outnumbered now little brother.” Orm looked around, cornered. He saw Y/N taking a step so he threw AJ towards her, gently, but the council wouldn’t know that. They would see a monster hurling an innocent baby. He ran then, diving into the water and taking off as fast as he could.

Several hours later and the council had heard the tail that Hendrix had found Orm, the two had joined forces to kill the royal family, and Hendrix clearly planned on killing Orm after all was said and done. Orm was alive and in the wind, guards were sent out to search for him, and Arthur agreed that he would need some time to make sure his family was safe before returning to Atlantis, where Y/N and Aria were free to return to if they wanted. Both decided to stay on land and were sent back to their homes.

Y/N arrived at the duplex and headed inside, expecting it to be empty. She closed the door and sighed, once again crying at the thought of Orm being gone again. She had seen him for a few minutes, and he had acted like a monster the whole time. She knew it had been a ruse to save his nephew but still, she had so badly wanted to touch him, hear him say he loved her, that he was going to stay with her. It was terrible. She heard footsteps in her kitchen before hearing him.

“What’s the matter?” Orm asked, rushing over to her. What was he doing here? Atlantians could be watching the house, waiting for him to show up. But he was here, holding her face, fingers gently wiping her cheeks.

“What are you doing? You could get caught,” she said, her own hands finding his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into her.

“I wasn’t going to leave you again. I already was useless to try and save you, I’m not going to sit by again. Let them catch me, I have to be near you, I love you” he said. She pulled him in and kissed him for as long as she could. He met her passion with his own, backing her into a wall to get closer to her.

“You’re never going to be safe here, we have to go,” she said as they parted. He nodded. “Let me pack, we’ll leave tonight. Where do you want to go?”

“I never did get to see snow,” he said. She smiled. Before the sunset they were gone, off to keep Orm safe and, more than that, be together.

Can you hear me calling Out your name? You know that I'm falling And I don't know what to say Come along, baby We better make a start You better make it soon Before you break my heart Oh, I I want to be with you everywhere>

#orm marius #king orm #ormmarius #orm marius x reader #king orm x reader #kingorm #ormmariusxreader #kingormxreader #ormseries3

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 2 years ago

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daisy, chapter eight

A/N: i have no words... just, uuurrrgghhh, steve's ginormous dick. I need it like oxygen. everywhere. please.

summary: “Steve, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do right now in order to fall asleep, so yes, if you so strongly believe that you can make me doze off, then go right ahead, do your worst.”

warnings: private school!reader, perv!steve, smut, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, fingering, oral, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, anal (this is just a fantasy where we say prep isn't a thing. shut up, let me be a slut and forget about the unglamorous reality. also its just incredibly unrealistic for it to be the first time, but again, this is just porn), dp, creampie, multiple orgasms, squirting, crying during sex, some manhandling, spanking, pussy slaps, borderline cockwarming

word count: 4202

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“Hello?”

“Steve?” you murmured into the telephone.

“Ace? What is it, is something wrong?”

His alarm instantly made you feel a bit silly for bugging him this late at night, “it’s nothing, I just-…”

But he quickly jumped in, “what?” determined to know, “what is it, baby?”

“No, it’s stupid,” you exhaled and bowed your head, looking down at your nightgown, “just forget I called.”

“Ace, come on,” he poked again before you got the chance to hang up, “what is it?”

Letting out a deep sigh, you confessed, “I can’t sleep. My head won’t shut off and I just remembered you telling me to call you whenever I had a night like this so that I wouldn’t have to be alone, but now I feel really stupid, god, you were probably asleep-”

“I wasn’t, promise,” he softly interrupted your troubled babbling, “you did the right thing here.”

“Yeah?” you noticed how your teeth unconsciously gnawed at the corner of your lip.

“Yeah, you did. Just sit tight, okay? I’ll be over there in a bit.”

The soft clicking sounds of pebbles being thrown at your bedroom window quickly caught your attention and made you jolt out of bed.

Opening it up, you looked out and spotted Steve at the bottom, surrounded by garden gnomes and messy flowerbeds, slowly lowering another rock as he saw you appear.

“Steve,” you chuckled, furrowing your brow, “what are you doing?”

But a hushed, “I’m coming up,” was all he gave as an explanation before beginning to climb the overgrown trellis.

“What?” you exclaimed, scrambling for a reason why he would suddenly pull a Romeo, but before you managed to solve the mystery, he tumbled in through the open window. “You know we have a front door, right?”

Straightening back up, he briefly brushed off his jeans, “yeah, but your mom-”

“-has switched her night shift to be on Thursdays, so I’ve got the house all to myself.”

“Oh… well, now I feel a little silly doing the whole Rapunzel routine.”

“Not as silly as I do,” you groaned lightly, throwing yourself back upon the untidy bed, “I can’t believe you actually came all the way over here just because I couldn’t sleep.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t call me sooner,” he shrugged off his jacket and joined you on the mattress, “is it the test tomorrow that’s keeping you up?”

“No,” you huffed, even if you still felt the nerves of it gnawing at you, it still wasn’t what was keeping you awake.

“Then what is it, huh?” he gently fixed the part of your hair that all the tossing and turning had messed up, “you know you can tell me no matter what it is.”

“Yeah, I know I can, I just don’t know what it is,” you kept your vision fixed on your lap, avoiding his soft gaze entirely as you lied through your teeth.

“No?”

“Yeah, all I know is that I’ve been trying now for I don’t even know how many hours and every time I turn off the lights and lay down, my head starts spiralling and I just know I won’t get even a minute of sleep and then I’ll be sleepwalking tomorrow and fail my test and I can’t do that, I’m already doing terrible in that subject and this test was my chance to get back on top, to fix it all and now it’s all just ruined!” your panic came to a deafening silence before you uttered desperately, “…I need to fall asleep, Steve.”

“Well, it’s not that late yet, you’ll probably still fall asleep.”

“No, it’s late for me and you know it! I always go to bed super early so that I can get up before the sun does so that I have time to do everything and still not miss the bus. I have a set routine, a way that I do things and my head is fucking it all up!”

“Would it really be so bad if you slept in just this one time?”

“Yes! Then I wouldn’t have the time I set off in the morning to get ahead on homework so that the weekends can just be for extra credit stuff and also go over everything that’s on the curriculum for the day, oh, and did I mention the bus? Because it leaves really early, and it only drives once every two hours so if I miss that one I might as well just miss the entire day!”

Letting your panic simmer, he slowly exhaled and proclaimed, “okay,” forcing your eyes to meet his, “so, here’s my pitch,” he grabbed both your hands in his and said, “you’re gonna both get enough sleep and be there tomorrow to ace that test.”

“How?” you huffed.

“You’re gonna sleep in tomorrow till the very last second and then when I wake you, you just have to hop in that cute little outfit and get down in the car with me. I’ll make you a PB&J for the road and you can go over all the school stuff with me in the car. But first, you are gonna fall asleep,” he promised.

“And just how do you know that? Are you gonna suggest that I drink some warm milk? Because I’ve already tried that,” a small chuckle tumbled out of your frustration.

“No, ace,” he joined in as well for a bit, though still staring at you intensely, “I’m not gonna tell you to drink some milk.”

“Then what?” you tapped your thumb against the back of his hand, poking one of the prominent veins.

Calmly asking, his voice dripped with earnestness, “do you trust me?”

“Um,” you giggle, glancing up at him with a puzzled expression, “what?”

Simply smiling at you in return, he repeated, “ace, do you trust me?”

His gaze was so intense that you promptly rolled your shoulders back from the shiver that whooshed down your spine, “y-yeah, yeah I trust you.”

“Good.”

“Why do I need to trust you?” you giggled as he leaned in to give you a kiss, “what are you gonna do?”

His nose just ever so slightly ghosting against your own, he breathed out, “I’m gonna tire you out, baby.”

Biting down on your smile, you sniggered in an almost condescending way, “you are?”

“Yeah, I am,” you felt one of his hands let go of yours before disappearing under the hem of your baby blue nightgown.

“You sound awfully confident of that,” you smiled as he denied you the pleasure of kissing your lips, only to dip down and plant soft pecks all along your neck.

“Ace, I’m gonna ask you one more time,” his lips brushed against your exposed collarbone, “do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“And are you gonna let me do whatever I need to do in order to help shut that big, beautiful brain of yours off and make you fall asleep?” his fingertips found the edge of your underwear and began playing with the hem.

“Yes,” your eyelids fluttered.

“Whatever I want?” he hooked a finger in at the top and gave your panties a harsh tug, causing the gusset to dig into your buzzing folds.

“Steve,” with both hands on either side of his face, you pulled him up for him to be at your level, “there isn’t much I wouldn’t do right now in order to fall asleep, so yes, if you so strongly believe that you can make me doze off, then go right ahead, do your worst.”

Your consensus caused a bright grin to crinkle up his handsome features, then swiftly seized your lips with his own. Gasping against his tongue, you felt him give the little fabric between your legs another cruel yank.

Tugging at his clothes, you quickly helped rid his body of everything but his boxers, the tent in them already so palpable that it looked as if it could spring free at any moment, just a small gust of wind and everything would be on display.

Yelping as he suddenly ended the kiss by nonchalantly tossing you into the mountain of pillows and teddy bears at the head of your bed, as if you were just another stuffed animal that needed to sit among the others. Positioning himself on his knees, he swiftly yanked your hips down towards his face, burying his nose in the wet spot on your now evidently tinier than usual panties.

“I don’t remember seeing these before,” his fingers pulled at the crotch, making your new thong snap back into place, “when did you start wearing this kind?”

“Just bought them last weekend,” you slowly propped yourself up on your elbows, “you like them?”

“Mm,” he hummed, flipping up your short nightie even more and pulling his head back so that he could take it all in, “fucking love them,” as his hand then swiftly came down upon them, giving your barely covered folds a small slap.

Playing with the fabric for far too long to be considered kind, pulling and tugging at it, watching you squirm as he tugged harder on the wedgie, he then definitively became more enamoured with the mess below them and pulled the gusset to the side.

“Shit, would you look at that,” his thumb came up to part your folds, “so fucking perfect the way she’s crying out for me like that, begging for me to fill her up,” he leaned down to give your clit a kiss.

Bucking your hips up in search of more, your arms then treated to give out from under you as he actually gave you what you desired, wrapping his lips around your swollen pearl, and slurping like it was a piece of hard candy.

Gazing down at him, the small whimpers quickly turned into a needy moan as his dark eyes found yours, staring intensely as he devoured your pussy like a starved beast. Dipping down lower, lapping at your slit, he then briefly traced your leaking little hole before indulgently plunging his tongue into it, his eyes crinkling up in pleasure as he saw how your eyebrows knit together in return.

Picking your legs up, bending them and guiding them up beside your torso, you then felt his palms sneak under your butt and lift you up closer to his face. Letting your head fall back down atop the pillows, you reached a hand up, planting it against the headboard, both in support, but also in preparation just in case one of these moves should cause your skull to collide with it.

Your eyes lulled closed, letting yourself sink into the rippling pleasure that he quickly overflowed your body with, though they swiftly snapped open once more as you unexpectedly felt his tongue hungrily lap at a very different hole than the one you had let him pop.

“Steve, what are you-“

Arms cradling your hips, he pulled back just enough to answer you brazenly, “you said whatever I want, right?”

“Yeah,” his breath fanning across your wetness made you shiver.

“You still gonna let me help you?” he turned his head to kiss your thigh.

That part you didn’t have to think twice about, “yes, but why are you touching me there?”

“Ace, do you not want me to touch you here?” one of his long arms snaked around you even further, a hand cupping your pussy and his longest finger coming down to swirl the little button in question.

Inhaling sharply, your lips parted as he gently tickled your untouched hole, all the while gazing softly up at you, “no, you’ve just never-…”

“I’ve never played with your tight little ass before?” he cocked an eyebrow and smirked, “no, I guess haven’t. But fuck if I haven’t thought about it…” he slid his fingers up to rub your clit.

“Y-you’ve thought about it?”

“Yes,” he answered earnestly, “you haven’t?”

“No, it never even crossed my mind as a possibility…”

“You serious?” you felt your thighs begin to shake as his whole palm started rubbing against your poor little clit, drawing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Well, I know that it's anatomically possible,” you struggled to get the words out, “but I just never thought about it.”

“Oh, baby, it's very much possible…” he smirked, replacing his hand with his lips, sucking down harshly as his slick fingers wandered down to tease your puckered little hole.

Now that the thought of letting him ruin all your holes finally did cross your mind, you couldn’t ignore the way it made you feel like a puddle right at his feet.

Eyes still fixed upon you, you felt his finger press against your hole, the tip just barely breaching the entrance, but still giving you enough of a taste for you to let out a fierce gasp that he quickly bit down upon, “you like that?”

Your face was burning up as you timidly nodded, “mhm.”

“Yeah, you do?” he poked just the essence of his finger inside you, “you finally gonna let me fuck this little hole, huh?”

You felt like you couldn’t look, yet still managed to choke out, “I-, um, o-okay, yeah.”

He sensed your nerves and slowly retracted his hand, instead opting to grab a handful off your ass, adjusting his grip and lifting you back up against his adoring tongue.

A minute later, after nearly squashing his head between shaky thighs from the orgasm that he drank out of you, he impatiently ripped your flimsy garbs off, exposing you completely as you came down from your first high.

After a moment of soft kisses and nips along your waist, his fingers just lightly tweaking at your nipples to shepherd you back to life, when your eyes again blinked open and locked with his blown-out pupils, what he did next made you skreich out in surprise, though your laughter was impossible to miss.

Flipping you around, holding onto you tight until you found your footing on your hands and knees, you giggled, “you know, you could just ask, and I’ll move into whatever position you want me in.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you felt his lips attack your shoulder as his fingers again found your cunt. Plunging his fingers into your quivering hole once, twice, and before he could play anymore, you reached back and clawed at the corner of his boxer your fingers could grasp. “You know, you could just ask,” he copied with a smile as his cock sprang free.

“Where’s the fun in that?” you mimicked as you felt him nudge his dick against your petals, essentially just resting it against you as this position made his length hug against the curve of your body like a magnet, the tip kissing your belly button.

Catching him off guard, probably as he was about to do something entirely different, he managed to linger at a spot long enough for you to seize the opportunity and back up, angling your hips just right for your pussy to swallow the bulbous head, smiling as a strangled moan escaped Steve’s lips.

“You know,” he wrapped his arms around your body, cradling each jiggly tit in his hands and rested his chin on your goosebump-covered shoulder, “I still can’t believe I got to be the one to pop your cherry,” he emphasized with a sharp snap of his hips, filling you up completely, “have to pinch myself every day.”

“What else are best friends for?” you joked, earning a thrust that shook you to the very core, tip bumping against your cervix so cruelly that your limbs almost gave out.

“Remember when I could barely even fit the tip in you?” the memory caused you to let out a needy whine and nod your head, “yeah, I made it fit though, didn’t I? Made you fit me perfectly.”

Straightening back up, his big hands slid over your body till they came to rest on either side of your hips, occasionally palming a cheek, spreading you more for his own viewing pleasure. The toe-curling sensation of when his palm began to come down upon your ass had been the last straw for your hands to give out from under you, making you drop down onto your forearms and fall face-first into a stuffed animal.

Smooching your cheek down deeper into the plush below, you felt a line of drool start to trickle down from the corner of your lip and onto mister fuzzy’s fur.

The room was filled with a symphony of yours and his needy moans, your embarrassingly wet pussy slobbering all over his dick and the melody of skin against skin clapping rhythmically as he ruthlessly hammered into you.

With another slap to your reddened ass, his palm stayed on your skin, fondling to his heart's content till you felt his thumb mosey in between your cheeks, causing your breath to hitch as he came to circle your little rosebud.

Letting a droplet of saliva drop down from his groaning lips and onto your crack, he stopped the racing bead with his finger and asked, “when are you gonna let me in here, huh?” he slowly sank his thumb inside of you, plugging up both of your holes, “don’t you want to feel your best friend’s big fat cock up your ass? Stretch out this pretty little hole and split you open? You gonna let me in tonight, ace?”

Face down amidst the pillows and ass all the way up in the air, you slurred, “I-, fuck, yeah, yes,” turning your head more, you glanced up at his looming shadow and managed to say, “I trust you, remember?”

“God, I love you so much.”

“I l-love you too, Steve,” you whined and hid your face again, now noticing just how hard you were shaking, body trembling like a leaf under him. You nearly let out a scream when his heavy sack once again slapped against your puffy clit, and an incredibly intense wave washed over you.

“Shit, baby,” he then pointed out what had completely flown over your own head, “keep squirting on my cock just like that. Fucking soak me, ace.”

And after a murmured announcement, his movements then became more disjointed as he spilt himself deep within your dripping cunt. Feeling him bury his face into your shoulder, he never fully stopped, just kept going, sluggishly fucking his cum into your sensitive hole.

It didn’t take long for your body to give out completely, though his firm grip on your hips still kept you somewhat off the soaked mattress, slowly and desperately lifting your body back up and fucking himself like you were a toy.

“H-how-,” you struggled, trembling in his arms, “how are you still so hard?”

“I-, fuck, you’re just,” he groaned, hissing occasionally from just how tight your quaking cunt was clenching onto him, “you’re so fucking hot, ace,” nearly stopping his painstakingly slow movements altogether.

Not wanting to let go, he simply rolled both of you over, tumbling onto to bed and unintentionally slipping out in the process, leaving your sensitive hole winking back at the massive length that somehow fit in there.

You thought that what had occurred already would have been more than enough, that you wouldn’t be able to take anymore, but after only a few seconds of laying there in his arms, feeling his lips suck on your neck and his somehow still stiff cock jab against your butt, heat started to bloom once again in your belly and you found yourself instinctually raising one of your thighs up and hooking a foot between his calves, once again spreading your legs for you best friend.

“Steve,” you whined, rolling your hips back and grinding into his dick.

“Yeah?” you heard his deep voice directly in your ears as he slipped his length in between your thighs, letting you rub your collective mess all over him as it leaked out of you.

Being too timid to ask, but too curious to stop, you simply begged, “please,” your shaky breath giving it a desperate quality that would only feed his fire.

“I’ll be gentle, ace,” he kissed your skin as he grabbed onto the base of himself, “I’ve been dreaming about it forever,” he slowly guided his slick cock back to kiss your little rosebud, “but I’ll try to be gentle, promise.”

The sensation of his generous girth splitting your untouched hole open had your body shaking. It was as much agonizingly caustic as it was blindingly pleasurable. Thankfully, he went at it as slow as humanly possible, gradually easing his dick inside.

Gliding a hand down your front, his fingers came to toy with your overly sensitive bud, initially causing you to jerk back, unintentionally impaling yourself that much more on him.

“You can take it, you can take all of it,” he whispered, determinedly playing with your clit to compensate.

Your breaths were laboured as your body tried to comprehend this new and jarring sensation as his cock pierced you to your very core. When he had given you what he deemed was an acceptable amount, you half expected him to just go ham, plough you till you literally passed out, but he didn’t. He just stayed there, barely moving at all. Just filled you up as his fingers played with your soaked folds.

Plunging his fingers into your pussy, it was nearly too much to bear, your sensitive walls both being happy for his return, welcoming him in, yet also screaming bloody murder as it was all so incredibly intense.

Hooking his middle and ring finger inside of you, he anchored them there, using them as leverage to gently rock your body back onto him, moving your whole being via the thick fingers he had nestled against your g-spot.

“Hey, why are you crying, baby?” he asked you softly, kissing your wet cheek.

You hadn’t even realised that you were, being way too dazed to feel the pillow under your cheek begin to dampen with your blissed-out tears, “it just feels so good,” your words were nearly incomprehensible as they flew out.

“You crying because it feels good, yeah?” you didn’t have to turn and look to be able to pick up on the huge grin spread across his face.

Nuzzling back further against his fuzzy chest, listening to the jaw-dropping lewd sloppy sounds his fingers produced as they purposefully rocked vigorously against that spot inside you that caused your eyes to roll back. “I’m so full, so full,” you slurred, “I can feel you fucking everywhere,” your wild hand came down to ghost over his forearm, feeling the muscles tense and flex under your touch as he continued to make sloppy music with your body.

“You think you can squirt for me again pretty girl?” he asked, nibbling your earlobe.

All you could manage to answer with was a pathetically shaky, “no.”

“Oh yeah? You sure about that?”

“N-no,” you echoed just as wobbly as before.

With raging confidence, he raised his head and ogled as you yet again squirted all over his rocking palm, drenching the sheets below even more.

Nearly blacking out as your spent body spilt out its essence, you felt Steve twitch behind you, undoubtedly fighting to keep his hips movements to a minimum.

“Say that you want me to cum in your ass, ace,” he growled, his wet fingers, after finally quitting their bullying of your puffy center, dug into your hip, surely leaving lavender marks in their wake, “come on, say that you want me leaking out of both your holes.”

“I w-want yo-… I-…” was all you could get out, eyes shut and genuinely feeling more like a ragdoll at this point, half asleep from the abundant waves of ecstasy.

Even though he bit down on your shoulder, it still didn’t muffle his moans, loudly expelling himself once again, pumping you full of his hot cum.

Lazily detaching himself from you, you felt him spread your cheeks apart, giving himself a good view of both your tender holes, leaking, and still slightly gaping from his generous girth.

“Look at that mess you made, ace,” he further spread apart your puffy folds and probed a finger into each one of your sore openings, “fucking beautiful…”

Humming as you felt his lips upon your hip, gently retracting his curious fingers, he told you, “I’ll be right back, ace. Just gonna go grab something to clean you up with and a glass of water.”

Finally on the brink of slumber, what you failed to notice as Steve returned to provide you with hydration and a gentle wiping of the mess he’d made, was that as he sat down the cold glass of water on your bedside table, he spotted, badly hidden under your diary, the college acceptance letter that bound you to move 900 miles away from him.

Feeling the mattress dip under you, you felt your duvet being tugged over you as Steve crawled in behind you. Hugging your resting body close as if his life depended on it, his earnest voice just managed to catch your ear before you faded away into dreamland, “I love you… ace, I really love you…”

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why did you fall in love?

“why did you fall in love? it's a hard fall from way up here."

shuri x black!reader | 18+

summary: You're one of the deadliest assassins in the world in a relationship with a superhero. [18+]

word count: 5.3k

themes: dark themes, assassin!reader, love-blind shuri (she is in love, leave her alone)

warnings: murder, manipulation, knife play, dom!reader (if you tilt your head, then left, and squint), oral sex, bondage, riding, fingering.

hi ✨ PSA this is a side blog to my main one so i can’t follow anyone as vixentheplanet

i’m okay!

i’m just re-uploading my deleted works for now and answering ask

i hope to write again but mentally not there rn

Every day, it is estimated that about 150,000 people die all across the world. Of those one hundred and fifty thousand people, one and seven hundred twenty-eight thousand of those people are homicide victims. When the night draws to a close, and Tuesday takes her daily victims, just one had the privilege of seeing your face last.

Many people make the mistake of believing that women are weak and harmless. These preconceptions force people to drop their guard and fail to see a threat right in front of them. Another widespread misunderstanding is that assassins are always male, grim, and gloomy figures dressed entirely in black. No one would ever suspect you of such atrocities, the girl in the velvet corset and gold metallic miniskirt. You were grinning devilishly to yourself as you walked the short distance from where the taxi had dropped you off to your apartment building.

In prison, you were recruited as an assassin by a criminal organization named Callio. Callio is short for blue coral snake (Calliophis bivirgata). The venom of the colorful snakes is so potent that it can cause all of the victim's nerves to fire at once, resulting in full-body spasms, paralysis, and sudden, terrible death—a fitting name for an organization housing some of the deadliest criminals. Your old identity perished the moment you became a member of the group. Callio aided you in escaping, fabricating your death, and establishing a new identity.

The organization was everywhere: police, MI5, and MI6 were covering things up so you wouldn't get in trouble. All potential evidence against you will be completely eradicated thanks to Callio's assistance. Your only task was to ensure that your target died. With each murder, you left a unique imprint without leaving a systematic trail. Your tasks took you all across the world. Except for Paris, you only stayed in one palace for a short time and did everything you could to blend in. If you wanted to have some fun, you could even go in disguise.

An 'expert' with a degree, desperate for labels, would brand you a psychopath who constantly disregards right and wrong and dismisses others' rights and feelings. It's a made-up phrase by individuals acting as society expects them to. They see the world in black and white, labeling things they don't comprehend because they've been taught to be afraid of the dark and unconventional ways of life.

It felt exhilarating to be able to live your life any way you wanted.

The night chill barely bothered your skin as epinephrine coursed through your bloodstream—the rush of adrenaline thrumming your body with pure excitement.

When your steps click against the pavement, sirens zoom past you, no doubt on their way to the location you were just leaving. Tonight is one of the few times in recent memory that you didn't have to go out of the city for business. The target was Angus Grant-Taylor, a Scottish businessman who planned to spend the weekend in Paris. Perfect for you. While you were in Tokyo two weeks ago, concluding an assignment on a fashion mongoose, you were given his file.

A key card that granted entrance to the penthouse suite was enclosed with the file. You slipped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 50th floor. The red light surrounding the button went out, and a bell sounded as the doors opened directly into the opulent living area.

The execution was quick. In a confused combination of French and English, you put on a heavy French accent and informed Grant-Taylor that you were a sex specialist sent by a friend to welcome him properly in the City of Love. He fell for it, a horny filthy man, without even verifying your claims. It was terrible how easily you could convince him to surrender over his belt with the threat of punishment. You were in his lap moments later, looping the belt around his neck and pushing till the leather bit into his wrinkled flesh. You pulled tighter and tighter, seeing the businessman's eyes widen in terror, clawing at his neck in an attempt to end the assault, violent breathy cries leaving his thin lips.

You smile as you watch the struggle leave his body. It will be over soon. “At least your wife doesn't know her husband was unfaithful, right?” You murmured this with mock pity, no longer maintaining the phony French accent. The authorities would declare it erotic asphyxiation for a half-naked man with a belt around his neck. As soon as his body became limp, you were off his lap and fled from the hotel room. You leave the space in the direction of the camera's blind spot.

Pathetic. You thought as you pushed through the revolving door into your residential building, keeping your head low as you made your way through the lobby and up to the elevators.

Inserting the key into the lock and hearing the click, you withdrew the key but hesitated momentarily before rotating the knob. There was a slight temperature drop, which you're sure was caused by a window opening and shutting. You feel an energetic shift as tension builds on your shoulders. There was a visitor inside. You instinctively reach for one of the solid-steel spikes hidden in your hair, preparing to strike. But, as you proceed further, a soothing fragrance meets your senses. Cherry almond bursts mingled with dense and warm woody ambery undertones.

Instead of continuing with your original plan, you smirk. Exiting the foyer, turn left into the kitchen, grab a glass from the sink, and twist the cap off the whiskey. "You know, I think you have a death wish sometimes," you say into the night, pouring yourself a celebratory shot. Had you not picked up on the scent, you would have attacked. The sofa creeks and footsteps approach from the sitting room while the brown liquid stings your throat.

The footsteps stop, and the light switches on, illuminating the room. Soft eyes land on you. “How did you know it was me and not some creep?”

You turn to face the voice, welcomed by the woman whose attention you’ve managed to maintain for over a year. A beautiful woman who honestly had no business being involved with you, but staying away from each other proved to be a difficult task. “I could smell your cologne,” A robust and potent scent. Some days, it would bring comfort, cocooning you in a loving warmth you could temporarily allow yourself to get lost in. Other days, when you felt exceptionally vulnerable, it suffocated you with the feelings you left unnamed.

"Imagine if it had been some creep," you add. A giggle escapes as you bite your lip and catalog how to torture the intruder. If someone made the wrong decision to break into your apartment, you would have considered it a gift from the devil. They must have some pretty fucked up karma.

Shuri's face changes as her expression hardens. She scolds you, "Stop doing that," fully aware of how unsettling your thoughts are.

You scowl at her reprimanding tone.

"Where are you coming from?" Shuri was interrogating you about what you had done tonight, and you pondered telling her the truth for a split second. For the typical person, it was a simple question. For you, it was difficult to answer. You could have been down the street, or you could have been at the scene of a homicide. It was unnecessary to keep your occupation a secret. Shuri was fully aware of the life you led, but your contradictory morality didn't detract from the feelings she'd developed for you.

Her justification? Shuri was an avenger; she wasn't concerned with the petty crimes of human existence. It wasn't her responsibility if it didn't pose a threat to her people or the universe. The truth? Love. Loving someone makes you unable to see their faults.

Shuri had been through so much grief and pain that she was at her lowest by the time you arrived. You were an enigma she was trying to solve at first, having met at a gala while you were on assignment. Shuri couldn't stay away once the mystery was uncovered and she discovered the nature of your life. Letting a literal superhero into your world, Shuri falling for an assassin, the relationship was risky for both of you. Secretly, you believe Shuri was drawn to you because of your darker tendencies, recognizing characteristics she fought to keep at bay in you.

“If you don’t want to hear about what I’d do hypothetically, you definitely don’t want to know where I came from.” There’s a playful glint in your brown eyes as you smirked, bending down to remove your heels. Shuri releases a long sigh that causes you to snap your head at her. “What? Does the mighty Black Panther have something to tell me?” You challenged, throwing your coat into the empty chair.

The two of you stood on two different sides on the scale of humanity. Things are rarely just black or white, good or bad; instead, they exist on a spectrum of gray hues. The world is filled with nuances, complexities, and shades of gray that require more in-depth examination and comprehension. Killing is a primordial act. Humans have three basic instincts: survival, predator, and prey. Humans would live like savages if not restrained by the rule of law, morals, and ethics. It's what nature intended. It was a waste of time to try to be decent when you could just be good at what you do best, murder.

Shuri saved lives as the Black Panther while you ended them. Shuri had difficulty grasping the fact that you enjoyed what you did. The gruesome sight of the victim’s body makes the detectives feel sick to their stomachs as they come up with little to no evidence. Thrilling.

Some may consider it selfish for a 'hero' to turn a blind eye to the assassin creating chaos in the world, but in reality, no one can always be entirely selfless. So Shuri gives herself the freedom to have this, to have you. As a result, you allow yourself to feel for the first time in a long time. Yet you never let the romance take you away from who you were. Make you abandon your criminal behavior in favor of a comfortable lifestyle with Shuri.

After sensing your anger, Shuri moves from the opposite side of the kitchen to be closer to you.

“I understand the nature of your profession,” Shuri hesitates in her following words, recognizing you’re prone to shutting down whenever the conversation becomes confrontational. "I must know you're safe."

Her sentiments amuse you. "You worry about me, sweetheart,"

"Y/N, I am being serious. Every time you leave on a mission, you run the chance of never returning."

"I suppose I could say the same thing about you." You fired back fast. With so many unknowns, the Avengers could not adequately prepare for every potential threat. You were at least provided with a file including all the required information and resources. On most occasions, you could be perfectly prepared for what you were about to walk into.

The situation was risky, but what's the fun of being cautious? You have a tendency to be impulsive and easily bored. “It hasn’t killed me yet.” You were well aware that you weren't invincible or superhuman. You are just too efficient at your work. But even if protected, you weren’t clumsy; every movement was careful and calculated.

"Would you like me to wait till it does?"

A droplet slides down your cheek as your eyes water, “Are you going to save me?" You ask, brows furrowed as you look at Shuri with pleading eyes. " Save me, so I no longer have to kill. Please, please save me," you sniffled, reaching out to wipe away the tears that had gathered on cue.

Perhaps the hero knew too much about you. Shuri sighs at your shenanigans, her face heated at your ridicule of her sincerity. "Stop," she mutters.

In the stillness, a manic burst of laughter rings forth. "Wasn't that what you wanted me to do?" You argue back, and the depleted sigh that Shuri lets out has you rolling your eyes. "You're taking away my post-kill buzz." You have a grimace on your face as you turn away slightly. You weren’t in the mood for this emotional connectivity, no longer interested in hearing how much the other woman cares for you.

Nevertheless, Shuri is right there, caging you against the marble countertop and unwilling to let you detach from her. Shuri's affection for you can be overwhelming. Initially, your emotional detachment was a struggle for the other, who wanted to be let in. She was gentle, always clutching at your rough edges with the hope of smoothing them out, and her understanding and tolerance occasionally roused in you a wish to be more patient with her.

"Don't shut me out," Shuri urges, brushing her gentle lips against your brow. It took significant effort to overcome the impulse to shut down when experiencing emotional distress. "What's on your mind?" she questioned softly.

Her focus is intense. It always fascinated you how much power she could wield over you with a look that demanded your attention. The gaze you give back is enough to convey what's going on in your unsteady thoughts. With Shuri so close, you didn't want to continue your conversation. You wanted her lips on yours so badly after being separated for a while. "Begins with the letter K, followed by the letter I. Finally, it has two of the same letters." You wait for her to figure out the puzzle.

Shuri leans forward, leaving you barely a few inches apart, your back pressed against the cold marble of the island. “Kiss or kill?” She inquires, her lips brushing across yours, close but not touching.

A smirk etches on your features. “Don’t tempt me.”

“The temptress doesn’t like being tempted?” Fucking tease.

"Playing with me may be disastrous, darling. But I’ll spare you. I think you deserve a kiss." Shuri doesn't waste any time pouring herself into you; your mouths move feverishly, embracing the severity of your hunger.

Gradually, the kiss is no longer enough to satisfy the craving. Hands tighten around your waist, pushing you effortlessly into the cool surface, the stone on your thighs sending shivers up your spine. Still yearning for the sensation of Shuri's lips, you bend your head lower. Her hands tremble as she removes the button on your skirt, the discarded garment on the tile. Shuri's movements stutter as you bite onto her earlobe, your teeth clamping down on her jewelry. "You're so sensitive," you joke.

Regaining her composure, the woman slips her hand under the lace of your panties and effortlessly finds her way to your opening. Gentle fingers move inward, gathering some of the liquid that has pooled there. As the pads of her middle finger massage your clit with the accumulated moisture, you draw away from her mouth and let out a blissful moan.

The rhythm on your clit was subtle at first, with just enough pressure to get your breath catching. Shuri’s other hand tugs your corset down to thumb over your nipple before rubbing it between her index finger and thumb. You were both panting heavily in the intensity of the moment. Your nails pinch into Shuri's skin as you press your lips together and hold her sharp jawline. "Go down on your knees."

As the Wakandan falls to her knees, lustful eyes follow her every move. You clutch the counter's edge while your legs lay on Shuri's shoulders. Your stomach muscles clench in anticipation as you feel her warm breath on your core. Your pussy throbbed incessantly, and you're certain Shuri's hesitancy came from her fascination with how your juices flowed.

You have no idea when she will give you what you want. She then went in. Shuri used her tongue to separate your folds, causing you to gasp quietly, then spread you open with a long lick, ending with her mouth on your clit. Savoring the taste.

"Mon amour," you purr, resting your palm over Shuri's curls. As you move your hips slowly, your mouth falls slack. Once the pleasure becomes too overwhelming, you fully relax, laying back on the surface. Head dangling over the edge, a dizzying wave settles in. The rush is intoxicating.

She keeps sucking and devouring. Another glide, a deeper lick, and she comes up for air, only a few seconds missing the taste of you on her tongue before diving back in. When she brushed across the inside of your slit, her touch on your core made you whimper helplessly. You extended your legs wider and pushed your hips up for more, grinding on her face impulsively. Your body understood what it desired.

Shuri did as well. As Shuri grasped your ass with both hands and forced you onto her face, you uttered an involuntary gasp of surprise. "Oh, fuck," you exclaim. She was fully immersed in her task. Nothing mattered but you. Your lustful cries redirected Shuri's attention to your clit, which she licked rhythmically. The actions cause your stomach to spasm and deliver euphoric vibrations throughout your body. You're delirious and feeling so fucking amazing. Shuri has you in such immense ecstasy that you can hardly think about anything else. Shuri sank her face as far as she could, causing your spine to arch and legs to tremble —right there.

Your eyelids slid back as your orgasm rushed over you from head to toe. Everything raced as you felt your release land fast and heavy on Shuri's tongue. You cry out her name, and every drop of air in your lungs escapes, leaving you gasping.

As Shuri gets up, you lift your legs off her shoulders, and firm hands pull you upright. Between the orgasm and the disorientation, you're dazed, but your half-lidded eyes make out her form, and your hands go for Shuri's shirt, bringing her in for a fierce kiss. "You always make me feel so good," you praise, admiring the lovely face paint your cum applied to her.

"I fear I'm addicted to hearing you yell my name." As a result of her exertions, Shuri's voice is low and slightly harsh.

You smile as you attempt to regain your composure. "You're in luck. I plan on screaming it a lot more tonight.” Shuri unleashes an insanity-inducing growl in response to your words, which she only makes when she loses control.

"I have a surprise for you," You speak to her in a hushed tone as though it was a secret. Your expression becomes increasingly sinister. Something unexpectedly made Shuri ache.

With your legs on either of her, you sat slightly on Shuri's chest to avoid disturbing the strap waiting for you to climb. In your palm is a dagger you brought from Thailand. The gold handle is detailed and encrusted with amethyst teardrop crystals, while the silver blade gleams in the Parisian night.

"Beautiful, huh?" you say, admiring the handcrafted artistry.

Shuri’s brows raise, eyes trained on the object you held. "It's lovely, but I thought I warned you against weaponry in bed, my dear?"

You tilted your head, "When I warned you not to tell me what to do,” you counter-responded. “Anyway, that's not a surprise." Shuri opened her mouth to argue, but you signaled her to keep silent with a finger; she obeyed. You put the dagger between your lips and reach for a bundle of scarlet hemp rope.

You don't ask. Just hold it up with a pleading expression. Shuri gives you a thoughtful look before finally giving in, her gaze flitting between the rope and the dagger. She couldn't deny it, but you knew she was always eager to try new things in the bedroom.

"Fine" was the only confirmation you required, thrilled. "Raise your arms and lock your wrists together," you command, and Shuri obediently complies. The synthetic material is woven into a handcuff knot. Imagining a future in which Shuri would allow you to tie elaborate knots in the rope that encircled her body evoked a primal sense of authority.

Shuri's breath catches when the rope is secured, and she experiences faint, painful sensations that heighten her awareness. Upon noticing that her eyes are closed, you smirk. You ask, "How does it feel?" to determine if she is at ease.

"It's good," she affirms, eyes fluttering open. You admire the vivid crimson thread that binds Shuri's wrist since it stands out against her complexion.

Tightly bound and 'helpless,' you and Shuri both know she has the ability to break free if she so desires. For the fun of it, you place the blade against her neck. "Are you afraid?"

Shuri swallows with her Adam's apple bobbing as her throat comes closer to the dagger. The woman beneath you remains silent for a few moments before shaking her head. "I'm not," she says clearly. "You wouldn't do anything to hurt me, and I know that."

It dawns on you how much faith Shuri has in you. You're a deadly assassin who kills others out of joy, with no remorse or conscience. Any rational person would have been terrified. It doesn't matter how brave they act around you; a knife to the throat will make all pretense of courage vanish in an instant. Yet Shuri's gaze is fixed on you, and she isn't reacting to the dagger you're holding.

Instead of being content with her response, you take things a step further, bringing your arm back and raising the blade above Shuri's head, but she remains unaffected by your actions, continuing to gaze with you. She doesn't even blink when you bring your arm down quickly, stabbing the pillow beside her head. Yet, with your chest pressed together, you can hear her heart pulse against yours.

You bend down and kiss her on the mouth. The kiss is anything but delicate, full of fire and desperation due to the limited time around each other. Despite being restrained, Shuri mirrors your enthusiasm, her lips moving in sync with her intent. A moan escapes your lips as you pull back and lick a long stripe across Shuri's tattooed neck.

The blade is withdrawn from the pillow when you pull the handle. "This," you declare, waving the weapon in front of Shuri. "It's only a precaution. I'd like you to keep it for me, darling." You request, putting the sharp blade between the lips of the other woman.

You lean in close to her ear. "I'm going to ride the fuck out of you," you confidently vow, and Shuri whines. Her wrist flexed in the precise knot. “Ah, ah- no touching.” You reprimand, grabbing for the lubricant container, squeezing some into your palm, and coating the strap.

You gasp as you lift up and sink down into the shaft. In this posture, you had perfect control over the intensity and motion. "You look so gorgeous," you say, appreciating how she's pliant beneath you, waiting to be used.

When you direct the shaft to your entrance, you inhale sharply, feeling your walls flex to accommodate the length. You balance yourself by resting your hands on Shuri's shoulders and dragging your hips upwards, setting the rhythm. Every time you come back down, your gaze is fixed on Shuri, and a tiny gasp escapes your lips.

Shuri's admiration as she watches you indulge in your own pleasure turns you on even more—symbolic submission, yielding to you and your dark desires. "Do you enjoy watching me use you?" you ask, and Shuri nods, unable to react vocally with the razor blade between her lips. "I'm sure you do. Strong for the rest of the world, yet weak for me." Perhaps it was your possessive attitude, but it was pretty erotic when Shuri handed over complete control; her fingertips flexed, anxious to make contact. If she had her way, you'd be beneath her as she drove into you at incredible speed. The thought got you on even more, and you didn't stop thrusting down on her.

You're chasing your climax with a ruthless drive, your moans rising in octaves at the intense feeling. You let go of Shuri's shoulder, your fingers sliding into your scalp and yanking your hair till it hurts, the stinging exquisite. "Shuri," you scream, your voice never wavering. You keep repeating her name, louder each time, keeping your promise. As a reminder to her, even when she wasn't performing the job, she was always the source of your ecstasy. Shuri looks on as you unravel, sinking deeper into pleasure as the tip touches that delicious soft area. The rush is so intense that you pause, tightening around the shaft. "I'm so close, baby," you assure her. “I’m going to cum for you.” Her pupils are blown as she watches you, hips shifting slightly. You know she longs to be free. Soon. The classic sensation of your muscles tightening emerges deep within your core; you move at a careless but steady pace, chasing to release the tension.

Your vision blacks out, and it’s almost psychedelic as a millisecond of tranquil, chemically-induced euphoria shoots up from the center of your body. It flows around in pulses so intense that they curl your toes. The tingling sensation coursing through your veins made you shake, and violent cries fell from your lips. Your body bucked reflexively once, twice, and the third time became a shuddering full-body spasm as you drew out the high.

You hardly had time to come down before lifting off the strap, unsteady fingers working on loosening the harness so you could put your fingers into Shuri's warmth. After watching you ride her, she's glistening with arousal. Her response to you is almost immediate, arching into your touch while you curl your fingers, stroking a rough spot that will have her coming soon.

"When you come for me, I'll cut you out," you breathe, stroking your fingers in Shuri and pressing your palm against her clit. "Would you be able to do it for me, baby?" She nods once before throwing her head back against the bed. Shuri's walls constrict around your fingers as you remove the weapon, forcing her to remain silent, and she moans so loudly that the walls tremble.

"I missed your pretty voice," you say, quickening your pace, eager to hear more of the sweet melody. "Fuck baby, Y/N," she gasps, body trembling. Seeing you are wrecking her brilliant mind, purging her of anything that isn't you, is an electrifying thought.

When you realized that Shuri was about to break, you slid the blade beneath the red hemp rope, preparing to sever the material. Shuri extends her legs farther, enabling you to press in harder, losing yourself in her and caring for her. "That's it, darling, let go," you urge, knowing she's getting near.

You slide the dagger through the rope when you feel the first wave of wetness. Shuri's walls are squeezing around your fingers as she cums, shouting out your name loud and long with a mix of obscenities. Making it clear to everyone around you who was making her feel this good.

Sweaty foreheads pressed together as you breathe into each other coming down from your high. Shuri grins as she scoops you up in her arms and swiftly reverses your position, hovering over you. "You know you're wild," she chuckles, bending her elbows to kiss you. You sigh into the kiss, missing her sweetness. “Thank you for humoring me,” you tell her between your soft kisses. "I'm sure you could have gotten out of that."

“I’d do anything for you,” and you recognize it’s not just pillow talk.

"Would you like to take a bath with me?" you ask, your eyes heavy from the sedation of your climax. Of course, Shuri agrees, and you get up as soon as possible. You are running warm water and adding a few extra things: Epsom salt, honey, and lavender oil.

You're seated comfortably between Shuri's legs, her mouth pressing little nibbles into your neck. Your manicured nail traces over the ink that has become firmly embedded in the skin of your beloved. These were the times when you could let your mind relax. You could get caught up in the moment and believe life was that simple. Except—

Your voice cuts through the silence. “What is it?” Shuri hums. “What are you thinking about?”

“I don’t want to scare you,” Shuri says, deflecting from the question.

You stop, pausing your tracing. “Tell me,” you demand.

She sighs deeply, the heat raising the hairs on the back of your neck. "I was simply imagining what it would be like if we were always this way." Shuri quickly adds context to her revelation. "I have no interest in domestic life. I don’t think either of us is suited for that. I only want you."

Shuri is waiting for you to answer in the quiet. You make every effort to comprehend her emotions. Love is a feeling that makes people happy, and happiness is the spark that draws people to love, and the emotion can take the form of people at times. Shuri wishes to be with you at all times. She wants to be happy with you. "One day, you'll consume me. You’ll be all I need, and then I'll want nothing else. And on that day, I'll say yes."

You turn, spilling the water about as you proceed to sit in Shuri's lap. Her hands naturally gravitate to your waist. "Say it," you beg, and she knows exactly what you mean.

"I love you," the declaration always makes your heart skip a beat, even if you have yet to reciprocate. You bend your neck and pull Shuri down, kissing her until both of you are out of breath.

You let Shuri hold you throughout the night, and when she slips away, believing you're sleeping, she kisses your hair and mumbles, "I love you."

The rising light gave the morning sky a pink hue. Given your circumstances, whether it was hours, days, or weeks, you and Shuri did everything you could. Even if you awoke alone, the cut crimson rope and thoughts of the previous night are enough to lift your spirits. You grab your silk robe, tie it snugly around your waist, and head for the kitchen.

The envelope containing your next assignment was on the coffee table, where you had left it before heading for the penthouse last night. You take it as you walk into the, your energy spent from the night before, and you need to eat.

You select a croissant, set it on a baking sheet, then place it in the oven to brown. In the fridge, you take out the orange juice and the strawberry jam, leaving them on the counter as you retrieve a glass for the liquid. You take a crystal glass from the cabinet and pour the orange juice into it, and your gaze is drawn to the diamond pattern. That's how the day begins, basking in Shuri's afterglow, the delicate aroma of the croissant filling the air. This file is thicker than the ones you're used to. Callio has been tracing this person for a time now. Uncomfort sinks into your gut as you hold the envelope. You're noticing details you didn't previously. It's not anxiety; it's a nagging warning brought on by intuition.

"Get a hold of yourself," you whispered to yourself. You make a clean cut across the seam using one of the spikes on your hairpin. You hold the glass again, ready to take a sip, as the contents pour out of the clean incision you made across the top, but as you read the name scrawled in red pen, your grip becomes unsteady, sending the glassware plummeting. It shatters instantaneously, the liquid spilling down your feet, but you barely react as your eyes scan the name once, twice, three times, hoping for a change; for the letters to suddenly rearrange into something else. Yet it doesn't, and the more you read, the faster your pulse becomes as discomfort takes over your body.

Shuri Udaku

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