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sweetrevxnge · 2 years

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Ghosts In The Snow

Chapter One

Pairing: Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader AU

Summary: Six long years had passed under the reign of the First Order. The bitter winters grew longer, and as they did, hope faded from the hearts of the citizens of Hosnian Prime. As a lieutenant in the Resistance cavalry, it was your duty to nurture that ember of hope. After a mission takes an unexpected turn, you are taken prisoner by a commander in the First Order, a mysterious man with an insatiable appetite—for violence, power, and you. In the coming days, you must keep the spark of your own hope alive from the dark confines of the Commander's castle.

Warnings: sexual content, violence, blood kink, gore, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

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A/N: Happy Halloween!!! I wanted to share the first chapter of the medieval/vampire AU fic that I've been working on for the past few months. Basically, I rewatched Game of Thrones and Castlevania and set out to write a Kylo Ren AU related to both. And what better time to start uploading it than Halloween!! My primary focus is still finishing Like Phantoms, Forever, but my goal is to continue working on and uploading this story as well. Let me know what you think of it!

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Icy wind burned your eyes as you rode under the moonless sky. Sparse trees passed by as your steed marched along the dark path, treading through the thick blanket of snow that covered the forest floor. Around you, delicate snowflakes floated down from the heavens, catching on the limbs of towering pines and landing on your cheeks, only to melt on your warm skin.

There was something hauntingly beautiful about this weather, with storm clouds draping the inky sky like a wool cloak, snuffing out the cool light of the moon and her stars. In the winter, nights like these were familiar. But not tonight.

This night was bitterly cold, the type of cold that even the thickest furs couldn’t warm. Now, after hours of trekking through the forest, you resented Commander Dameron’s decision for the squadron to not wear helmets. In theory, it seemed like the best way to increase visibility in the midnight hour. But now, with chattering teeth and a visibility of less than a few meters, you were less than pleased.

Commander Dameron had left his helmet behind at the base as well. Although, it was less of a rare occurrence for him. He seldom wore a full suit of armor, which under any other circumstance could be attributed to a plethora of reasons. Pride, confidence, or his incessant need to make his enemy aware that he was being slain by a more handsome man than he. Regardless of his reasoning, you didn’t outwardly oppose the Commander’s decision. If there was one thing you had learned during your time in the Resistance, it was to never question your commander, even over something as frivolous as a helmet. His orders came directly from the General, which meant regardless of your opinion on the matter, his discretion was final. General Organa was a pragmatic woman, and after six years of serving her, she had yet to lead you astray. You expected that tonight would be no different.

Covert operations were nothing new to you, having taken part in over a dozen successful missions before. Even when things became precarious, you were able to keep your wits about you and get your men out in one piece. It was for this reason that the General trusted you with the most sensitive missions, like tonight’s.

As you neared the location of the reported First Order encampment, trepidation rolled through your stomach. There was something uncomfortable about these woods, more than the typical unease of marching into the unknown, or the prospect of losing your men in a bloodbath. The forest felt suffocating, as if you were being swallowed by the trees the further you rode. Perhaps it was the moonless sky causing your skin to crawl, or the eerie silence that surrounded you.

In front of you, Commander Dameron was barely visible through the heavy snowfall, and further away than you would have liked him to be. But then again, that was how he typically operated.

His daring attitude and hunger for battle were just a few of your favorite qualities of his, with his striking good looks and razor-sharp wit following closely behind. He was a natural leader, often utilizing every quality in his arsenal to earn cooperation from his soldiers, including yourself.

The two of you worked well together, sharing a chemistry both in leadership and out in the field. Thanks to his effortless charisma and affinity for your presence, you had been his loyal right-hand for many years. The General could always rely on your squadron to extract the intelligence she needed, or defeat any amount of stormtroopers that impeded her cause.

For six long years, the sovereign state of Hosnian Prime had been plagued by war, its people forced to bend the knee to the usurper First Order or lose their head. While many citizens chose to submit their will, there were those who refused to comply, who sacrificed everything for liberty. The Resistance was born from their bravery, their determination to fight for what was just. It was their emblem that you wore proudly on your armor, the same emblem that inspired hope in the downtrodden and oppressed throughout the world.

The moment Vice Chancellor Snoke flaunted the severed head of Chancellor Villecham to the people of Republic City, you knew that fighting this war was your only option if you wanted to save your home. The carnage that ensued in the city square was nothing short of pure evil and to this day, despite the brutality you had since witnessed and partaken in, still made your stomach churn. In the days that followed, Snoke led vicious attacks on the remaining New Republic officials, with word of his violence reaching you and the other fugitives not long after. The destruction of Hosnian Prime’s liberty was the catalyst for your enlistment in the Resistance, and remained as the motivation to end this civil war.

You tried not to dwell much on that horrific day, but it was difficult to avoid on long rides like this, finding that your mind would often drift there when you were riding towards an imminent battle. The tight secrecy of this operation was unsettling, but what little information you did know was repeating ceaselessly in your head.

The purpose of this mission was to ambush a suspected First Order camp, one that was said to be housing a handful of its leading officers. By all accounts, it was meant to be a fairly typical intelligence extraction and execution, except there would be no execution, as the General had placed a strict defense-only order on this mission, meaning you were not to strike an attack unless it was a defensive measure. Such an order left much to be answered, but from what you knew of war, it likely meant that General Organa couldn’t afford to lose the men. It also meant that whichever First Order officials were residing at this camp were not vital to its operation, for if they were, the next sunrise they would see would be from the top of wooden spikes.

The General’s briefing was not unlike many of her others. It was short and eloquent as always, but by the end of it, she was practically ordering the group out of the room, rather than her usual dismissal of telling everyone to get back to work. You, along with every other person involved in this operation, were left confused by her behavior, left to your imagination to fill in the gaps. It wasn’t long before gossip began to spread throughout the unit.

A misstep from your horse pulled you back to the present, prompting you to soothe her fright before she could make too much noise. It was imperative to the success of this ambush that none of your men—or their horses—made a sound.

After a few strokes down her spine and quiet, reassuring whispers, her pace steadied. You looked ahead for the signal from Commander Dameron that you were approaching the encampment, but in the hazy clearing, his presence had been reduced to a set of tracks left into the snow.

The festering dread in your gut became unbearable as you continued to trudge through the dark foliage, debating whether or not it would be appropriate to catch up to Commander Dameron and share your concerns. You could only imagine the lecture you would receive from the General if you strayed from the plan in any manner, but at the same time, you trusted your instinct. Something didn’t feel right.

The crunch of snow beneath hooves and the light rattle of armor were the only sounds that filled the air. That was until a scream pierced the night air, sending a chill colder than the snow down your spine.

Panic rose in your chest as your horse reared off the ground and spun wildly, frightened beyond your control. You tried to orient yourself in the darkness, scanning the white haze for your men, as well as your commander.

Another scream followed shortly after, along with a string of cries from the soldier’s horse. One final wail sliced through the air like a banshee cry, full of agony, before the world fell silent.

There was someone else—or something else—in these woods.

The soldiers behind you erupted in a cacophony of confusion, worry, and pleas to the gods for mercy. You steered your horse away from them, more concerned with Commander Dameron’s safety than theirs. As terrible as it seemed, soldiers were expendable, leadership was not. Besides, if you fell back to help them, your fate would be the same as theirs—bloody and mangled.

More anguished cries rang throughout the dark woods, following you as you rushed forward, whipping the reins to keep your pace.

“Commander? Commander?!” you shouted into the abyss of the night. You uttered a quiet prayer as you waited for his response.

The whisper of wind was all you received in return.

“COMMANDER!” you screamed, your throat burning from the wintry air as you cried out.

Nothing.

With bleary eyes, you continued to ride, dodging the brush and rogue branches hanging in your path. It was then that a horrible realization occurred to you. Aside from the sound of your shallow breaths and hooves stomping, the forest was utterly silent.

Your panic quickly transformed into terror. The sounds of slaughter that had been trailing you had ceased. Whatever had been hunting your men could now only be hunting you.

There was no time to waste. Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you unlatched your boots from the saddle and prepared to dismount your horse, hoping to be a smaller target on foot.

Before you could swing your leg over the saddle to jump down, an invisible blow struck the center of your chest, hurling you backwards through the air until you collided with the rough bark of a tall pine.

Bright spots filled your vision as you hit the frozen ground, gasping for air despite the ache spreading through your ribs. A high pitch rang in your ears as you pushed yourself up and staggered to your feet. The snow beneath you was stained red, and from the taste of copper in your mouth and the tender sore on your tongue, it was clear that you had bitten it during the fall.

Away from your sight, your horse neighed and reared wildly, galloping over the roots buried beneath the snow and snapping dry branches that covered her path. For a moment, you hoped that she was running towards you, that her senses would guide her back to you. But you were a fool.

The sound of ripping flesh and a final, harrowing cry from your horse resonated through the woods, followed by a heavy thud and a deafening silence.

You blinked the falling snowflakes away from your eyes as you stood there, rooted in the snow, trying to see which direction the midnight creature would attack from. Your heart was a few beats away from bursting through your chest, which would likely be a less painful death than what was to come.

The outline of a figure breached the snowfall, stalking towards you as you retreated on your heels, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through you.

As you reached for your sword, your limbs were frozen in place, as if your body had been wrapped in nonexistent restraints. Your breath caught in your throat. Resisting the energy proved futile, tiring your muscles and leaving you entirely defenseless. You watched in horror as the creature came into view.

“Was that you I heard calling for me, my dear?”

You could barely hear the question over the hammering of your pulse. The voice was low and brassy, and almost sounded amused. As it drew closer, you were surprised to find that the owner was not a bloodthirsty monster, but a man.

You lifted your chin and blinked back the tears that welled in your eyes, hoping to appear brave in the face of death.

“You certainly were difficult to catch,” he growled, stepping through the haze. “But the difficult ones always make for the best hunt.”

The man stepped into view, his dark armor a stark contrast to the backdrop of snowfall. In the drops of moonlight that spilled through the clouds, you could make out the details of his helmet—a haunting, black mask with silver ridges outlining the eye shield, gleaming in the waning light.

“What are you doing all the way up here, officer?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as he raised a gloved hand to your face, his outstretched fingers nearly grazing your skin.

“I–” you began to say before you choked on your words. An excruciating pain split your skull, unlike anything you had experienced before. The sensation could only be compared to something found in nightmares, crafted in the fires of Hell for the most unabashed sinners. The tears you had fought to hold back finally spilled from your eyes, freezing as they rolled down your cheeks while the masked man rummaged through your mind.

“You’re a lieutenant,” he said quietly, his intrigue evident even through his helmet.

You didn’t try to deny his statement, all too aware that your rank was the only thing keeping you from suffering the same fate as the rest of your men.

“A woman as second-in-command…” He traced the back of his hand along your jaw, the smooth leather interrupting the stream of tears that ran from your eyes.

Slowly, he moved behind you, examining you how a butcher would inspect a lamb before the slaughter. Through the shield of his mask, you could feel his eyes roaming over you.

Acid bubbled in your throat as you stood there, helpless to the force that held you in place. The fate of your men seemed like salvation in comparison to what was likely awaiting you.

Would he take you prisoner? Would he violate you? How long would you suffer before succumbing to your inevitable fate?

Each thought piled onto the other as they raced through your head. You were grateful that he had released his grip on your mind, that your fears were known only to you.

Behind him, a handful of other men emerged from the night, standing in a tight formation behind their leader. The other parties responsible for the massacre of your men, you presumed.

“Sir, we were unable to locate the Commander,” one of the men informed him.

He moved closer behind you, pieces of his armor grazing yours. “Forget him. We have what we need.”

Before you could process his words, the energy around your limbs disappeared and you swayed, suddenly dizzy, like you had indulged in one too many glasses of wine. The edges of your vision blurred and despite wanting to kick your attacker and run as far as you could, your legs wouldn’t budge. The last thing you felt before darkness rushed in was a pair of strong arms wrapping around you as your body went slack, sealing your fate.

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theriverspath · 4 months

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Ineffable May 2024, Day 17: Inspector Constable

Rated General Audience

Muriel gently closed the book they'd been balancing on their lap, and ran their hand over the cover. The distressed human faces printed in shades of gray were such a contrast to the bright rainbow lettering used for the title. The angel noticed how stark the white of their trousers looked behind it, and their gaze wandered over to their equally colorless helmet hanging from the hat rack. From this angle, they could just make out the large badge affixed to the front.

There had been little to do once Mr. Fell had left with the Metatron. Even though they'd so desperately wanted to explore this little piece of Earth, Muriel had been reluctant to leave the shop unattended until they received further instructions as to their new role here. So, they set to learning about this world through what was readily available around them: books. This particular one had shed light on a specific interaction they'd had with the coffee shop human just after their arrival.

Get out. Now.

No wonder Nina had been angry when they'd asked her about her love life. Muriel had been so excited to try out their human disguise in service to Heaven. But after reading about the complicated relationship some humans had with the ones they'd been ordered to emulate, they weren't so sure they wanted to continue wearing it.

Muriel thought hard about what to do. They'd been told to adopt the Inspector Constable persona to observe Mr. Fell and his demon friend, but that didn't seem applicable anymore. Maybe they should miracle their Heavenly uniform? That didn't feel quite right, either. They weren't in Heaven anymore.

Instead, they thought about the way the humans of Whickber Street dressed: a riot of textures and patterns and colors. Muriel didn't know how the humans even managed to create all the different combinations, but they wanted to give it a try.

The book made a thunk as the angel hastily deposited it on Mr. Fell's desk. Their shoes clomped up the stairs, and across the upper landing until they reached a door tucked between two bookcases. They'd discovered Mr. Fell's Room for Human Clothes not long after he'd left, but hadn't explored it. Afterall, they wore the same miracled outfit every day. They'd had no need for that sort of thing ... until now.

The door swung inward at their touch, and a pleasantly sharp, floral scent wafted over them. Muriel took a step forward, not even noticing the way their feet sunk into a luxuriously deep carpet. The twinkling crystal chandelier above them was also ignored. Their entire attention was on the seemingly endless collection of artfully organized and displayed garments.

Wooden shelves and cabinets glowed under tastefully hidden lights. Within them were neatly stacked or hung all manner of shirts, trousers, skirts, dresses, jackets, coats, robes, shoes, boots, sandals, and hats. The styles and shapes ranged from simple to extravagant, but the colors all fell within muted creams, grays, or blues.

A few were displayed on life-sized mannequins inside glass-fronted cases. Muriel walked past one with puffed-out short trousers and a white frill around the neck. Another featured a jacket with a line of buttons down the front and lace spilling out from underneath huge cuffs. These looked special somehow, and they thought it best to leave them alone.

Muriel trailed their fingers along the clothing as they walked, admiring how the different fabrics felt to the touch. They wondered if Mr. Fell would mind if they miracled some to look more like the outfits worn by the humans who walked by the bookshop every day. They were considering what they could try in the color orange when they caught movement in the edge of their vision. They spun around, ready to apologize to Mr. Fell for even thinking about making changes to his...

Muriel stopped short when they realized the person they saw was moving along with them. It took a moment to register that they were standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Is this what my corporation looks like? There were no mirrors in Heaven, and they hadn't really paid attention to the transparent reflections they'd made in the various store front windows they'd encountered outside. Muriel twisted around, trying to see their current body from every angle. They decided they liked the look of it, and really wanted to decorate it with something other than white. Muriel turned their back to the mirror, scanning the clothes in their immediate vicinity for something to modify.

Right, they thought to themself. Time to stop being Inspector Constable. Time to start being ... me.

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#ineffable may #ineffable may 2024 #good omens #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #muriel good omens #inspector constable

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9haharharley1 · 8 months

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Sefikura Time Travel AU

Takes place immediately after Advent Children

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When Cloud went to bed that night, after the fight with Sephiroth and his remnants, his body beaten and mind exhausted, the last thing he expected - the very last thing - was to wake up in a completely different room than the one he fell asleep in at the Seventh Heaven. He opened bleary eyes, looking up at a metal ceiling rather than familiar wood, smelling stale sweat and cheap cologne rather than the sweet flowers Tifa filled the bar with. His blankets were itchy and thin, the mattress hard as a rock, and he could hear snoring from others in the room.

He was immediately on edge, cursing his screwed up memory for somehow finding of this all familiar. His body didn't feel sore like it did after an intense battle, and he couldn't help but find that even more worrisome.

Cloud sat up, feeling lighter than he had in a long, long time.

Casting his gaze about the room, his vision seemed duller than usual, not as sharp, panic creeping over him when he realized that all his senses seemed muted.

But it wasn't until his eyes landed on the other people in the room, on their infantry uniforms hanging haphazardly from their beds and the backs of chairs, helmets stashed away in any available space that he realized where he was. His breathing quickened, heart rate speeding up.

Cloud screamed.

His roommates jerked out of a dead sleep, confused and terrified. From there, it's a fitful struggle between two of them as the third called medical in a panic.

A med team arrived quickly, and Cloud's desperate struggle against the hands holding him down renewed with a vengeance. They weren't wearing lab coats, but they might as well have when two EMS enter, one holding a syringe at the ready. Cloud snarls and growls, unable to do more than thrash, and feeling weaker than he has in years. It's disorienting, confusing, and it pissed him off. He turned his head, snapping at the hand pinning his shoulder to the bed, hearing a cry of pain in response, but before he could bite the other hand, there was a needle in his arm. He jerked at the brief sting, panic making his heart nearly beat out of his chest as bile rose in his throat.

As his mind went fuzzy, as his struggles lessened, he thought he saw a glint of light off round glasses, before everything went dark.

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Don't let this opening bit fool you. If I continue it, this won't be a serious fic in the slightest.

#harley writes #my writing #sefikura #ff7 #ff7 advent children #ff7 remake #cloud strife #fic #wip #time travel

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unknownfrom34 · 7 months

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Days Long Gone

This is another one for @muzzleroars and this time with God and Lucifer. This story takes place after the Prelude and before the Birth of the Special Cherubs known as Archangels. And yes, Lucifer will raise the sun (literally) in this one. This story will time skip so often until we will each the day before tomorrow (Spoiler alert: tomorrow being the day that the Archangels deriving from our burning boy here. 🤫)

Enjoy!

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He will admit.

He was expected to be called "Creator" by His very first being of life He created. He truly was expecting that word to come from the one He named Lucifer.

But the word "Father" from his lips...?

That is even better.

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Wings beat. Flames burning brightly as the Fourth Sphere itself; the Sun. The big ball of fire that is born by the Father's hands compared to its siblings that still shined brightly since the universe's creation. All from His hands.

Now Lucifer is shouldered with the responsibility with raising it all on his own and you know what? He did not mind one bit. He took it all with stride as his wings carried him up the darken skies after the volcanos have all but silenced their anger, oceans stilled but still shifted constantly with leftover insanity, winds blowing gently but still strong across the lifeless world named Earth. This sphere in itself was another project of the Father as of late but he still needs some time to figure out what to do with it. A third planet from the sun and the first sphere to accompany it in its first days of an endless march of time in a vast dimension. He extends his arm upwards and with it raising up from his hand was the Forth sphere shinning brightly as his love and adoration he had for not only the Father but for all.

If Lucifer had a mouth, he would've smiled at his first days of handiwork. Like an artist at work had finished.

The Father will be pleased.

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Lucifer was quite a son He could ever created with his powers of His people. But the flames he was born with has proven to be quite a challenge that He was not prepared to deal with.

Yet, he was more surprised that if Lucifer was on Earth after its molding into reality as the Tenth sphere, he was able to raise the sun with such a magnificent feat. No strings, nor robotic. Just able to lift it in the skies with his wings alone.

So the morning time will be Lucifer's not only role but he is deemed to be called as the Prince of their own personal Heavens.

It was at first when he was creating newer angels after putting more or less fire-power into them was that He will provide them helmets but to make new angels to wear new helmets. The helmets themselves will have to be also created by His own Light.

But thankfully, He had already came up with a solution that helps Him to not rip out another piece of his Light to create a helm for His Angels.

When the new angels are born? The fountains of His Light will provide.

A fountain will provide small creatures that will go on His angels' true face and the "helm" itself will shape and mold into a symbol of what His children would be based on something like talent, personality, and the list would go on from there.

Yet, He wished the same for Lucifer. Each time He and Lucifer tried for the first few weeks after the fountains' creation but there was the persistent problem that He does not count on when the Bugs emerged from its shining waters.

If they tried to latch onto him, they will burn into nothing but ashes remaining. This infuriated Him and distraught Lucifer.

On the Lord's side, this wasn't what He thought could happen. But on Lucifer's side, He did not realize that His love and Adoration he gave onto the Brightest Angel had extended to anything else He had created as well.

Something that He does feel sorry for Lucifer.

He eventually gave up giving Lucifer a helm as he knows that it will sadden him after the past weeks of trying. He will continue focusing on creating a kingdom of divinity and light in a dark but still building universe.

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Lucifer did not seen this coming.

Of course, Angels after being born were sent to learn to write, mold, teach, and others will become jobs as he teaches every last one.

Of course, Angels had created weapons and the Father trains them in combat as His reasoning that the thought of "What if there was a war coming one day?" that worried them both.

But THIS.

This that he did not taken to an account or a thought that the Father's angels have taken His Light and made it into some form of use after getting more and more intelligent after the first two years.

They have scooped up the Divine water from the Fountains somehow with pottery and poured them into lanterns to provide light in the never-ending nighttime where the Light has yet to bathe in the Spheres' skies and its warmth to Angels to provade.

Nine choirs of the angels are crafty and smart ones those ones.

He did express his concern about this but the Father had simply wrote it off. The Light he gave are endless, long enough to go well past after one eternality to another so He does not worry. And so should the Brightest Angel of Morning Star. Lucifer had thought about this for a day or two but then decided that he should not worry as well. The Father has known better and wiser than himself, He knows what he is doing.

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He had gotten weaker.

He had just realized this.

And just when He decided to create another life too.

He wanted to make at least a few more angels but the Light within Himself is well spent and if he made four or five more, it will most likely kill Him by the time he separated the pieces of His Light. And the times he done so already after he created Lucifer had hurt more too! He needs to rest, rest until good five days to seven months past by and by that time, He will be strong enough to create again once more.

But there was an more concerning thought in mind; Himself as the Father, Lucifer and the Spheres. Who or what will care for it all if He or Lucifer or both of them are gone?

What will happen to the ten Spheres if He or Lucifer or both of them were to disappear suddenly?

But then... But then...

He had created Lucifer with his Light, He recalled in thought. He used a piece of his Light on him. Lucifer is a piece of His Light.

Love, Adoration, and Light he used to created a lifeform in his own desperation for approval besides His own people.

... ... ... ... ... ...

He has decided. He calls to an Seraphim, another Angel of six wings to him with the tongues he taught and lets it land in the palm of His hand.

"Fetch Lucifer." he ordered the Seraphim with steady eyes. "I need help in creating four new angels. Do not worry about I waiting, it will give me time to come up new names now." The Seraphim nodded understandingly.

"Now go." He lifted up His hand into the air of His Chamber, the place his most beautiful Angel named Lucifer was born, the place all over Angels that came after him were brought into this room and soon He blows a gust of wind, the breeze carrying the angel of six wings across the slowly glowing-up cosmos.

He knows what to do.

#ultrakill #not my ocs #lucifer #God #ultrakill lucifer #ultrakill god #Fanfic #Prequel after a prequel #We all knows how that went out! ^^

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textingtroublesanswers · 4 months

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[Lore attachment: The concept of ghosts in tf2 always confused me. You can go to heaven or hell but also the Mann brothers ended up as ghosts (and eventually tried to drag the other to hell in a previous halloween map) and there were ghosts with rocket launchers in the halloween maps. My theory is that it's like usual ghost rules where theres unfinished business that needs to be done, meaning someone else can conplete that business to let their souls be free to go to heaven or hell.]

To all of the mercs, if a bomb were to drop on all of you while everyone was in the base, destroying all your possessions (which will remove the "unfinished business is an object" unless they didn't bring it to the base.) as well as destroying the respawn machine, rendering all of you true and permanent deaths, where would you all end up? Would you go to heaven? Hell? Or would you haunt the living?

(Have fun with this one! You can even mix it up a bit with other people being in the base with them as it happens! Like the babies, Zhanna, Miss Pauling etc. etc. This is all hypothetical so maybe even the characters themselves would bring it up! This is why its a bomb and not just that every merc dies.)

-🤡 (made this in french colors for fun hehe)

Before you're even done talking, Ludwig is already gone from the room. No one knows where he went, no one even noticed him leave, not even Misha. He is just gone, & everyone realises this very quickly.

"Do you think doc left an experiment on the bunsen burner again?" Tavish asks while scratching his beard. He & Mikhail were the first to notice Ludwig's absence, & Tavish was the one to bring it up to the others.

"He usually doesn't leave them on when we get questions," Dell says, scratching under his helmet. He's just as confused as the rest of the team, "But, going back to the question, I'd hope I'd go to heaven, although I'd probably end up as a ghost. I have a lot of blueprints to work on, & I'd hate to leave them all unfinished, even if I never get the chance to build them."

Jeremy shrugs, "Eh, doc's weird. He's never really been on board with the whole heaven & hell thing. See, one time Bug & me were talking to him, & he says that he grew up Christian, right, but his family was actually Jewish, so he grew up with a weird mix of ideas, but then as a young adult he stopped believing in god cause what sorts god would force him to live through all the bullshit he lived through." The rest of the mercs stare at him for a moment, wearing matching looks of confusion.

"Vati said that?" Bug squeaks.

"Yeah, when he was drunk. All three of us were, but you the most, so you don't remember it."

"Oooh, right."

"Anyway," Jeremy continues, "I'm going to heaven, duh. I'm god's gift to humanity after all."

Mick is shaking his head, draping an arm around Jeremy's shoulders, "I'm not getting into all that with doc's past, if he knew you knew he'd probably dismember you. But, I know for a fact that I'm going to heaven." There is a chorus of mumbles from the other mercs, ranging from Mikhail & Tavish saying they'd hope they get to heaven, to Jane claiming he is immortal & could never die, to Bug saying she'd prefer hell because of all the fire.

"You've been rather quiet, French toast." Dell says, coming over to Jacques.

Jacques takes out a cigarette, & looks down at Dell, "With all of my sins, I thought it was obvious I was going to hell. However, I can't shake the thought that Ludwig is not telling us something."

Dell wraps his arms around Jacques, standing on his tip toes to lean up for a kiss, "Ah, when is doc not, not telling us something? You know how sensitive Lu is about his past, he hasn't had an easy life."

"No, but this is different, labourer, I'm telling you. That man cannot be stealthy to save his life, & yet no one noticed him leaving," Jacques sighs, "He is hiding something from us, & I simply hope it's nothing bad."

Dell smiles sadly, "He hides a lot of stuff from us, Spah. A lot of stuff, trust me."

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Chapter 47: Invitation

Chapter 47.1: Invitation

Translator(s): Zryuu

Editor(s): juurensha

An hour later, Xiang Shu and Chen Xing were like two people who had just been fished out of the waters. The captain gesticulated as he spoke a lot, and Chen Xing could only nod continuously. Xiang Shu sat on the ground beside the captain’s room, leaning against a wooden wall as he listened with his eyes closed.

This was a trading ship heading south from Goguryeo toward the Yangtze River. Along the way, they would stop at Shangyu first, then continue heading north, pass by Jiankang and Jiaozhou, then circle one round before returning to Pyongyang. Upon departure, it would be filled with ginseng, leather goods, and other such items. When it returned, it would bring back tea, silk, and porcelain from the South to Pyongyang. The captain was a Han. After living for such a long time, it was his first time seeing a monster like Sima Wei. After inquiring for a long time, Chen Xing rambled incoherently about some folk legends, only saying that he was an exorcist while Xiang Shu was his Protector, and that the two of them were companions who went around capturing yaos, then after meeting that yao in Paektu Mountain, they were chased all the way here, etc. Fortunately, in the end, they touched the heavens during a critical situation and summoned a divine lightning bolt from above...

“Save your energy.” Xiang Shu finally couldn’t bear to listen any further and said impatiently, “Aren’t you tired?!”

While Chen Xing spoke, he took out the money that he had received after pawning off Sima Wei’s helmet and handed it to the captain. “That’s sort of what had happened. This bit of money for the boat is a humble expression of our goodwill, please let us take your boat...”

“You’re exterminating evil on behalf of the people, I won’t accept it! I can’t accept it!” The captain quickly refused and said, “If you don’t mind, please

stay on my boat for a few days first.”

People at sea are most afraid of storms and the yaos of the legends. With an exorcist who could summon divine lightning around, their journey this time should be very smooth. The captain couldn’t be more happy. He quickly arranged a clean room for the two of them to rest in.

The ship was carrying a lot of goods, as well as several Pyongyang scholars who were heading south to study. The captain gave Xiang Shu and Chen Xing the best room he could; the room had windows and only one bed.

Chen Xing was already very satisfied.

The captain continued explaining: this was their first southward voyage this year, which meant a lot to the captain. Even if the weather was stormy, they had to set sail no matter what. The storm was bigger today, but it would be fine after getting onto the open sea and leaving the rainstorm area. He even got people to prepare a stove for the two of them to warm themselves with.

Chen Xing had been soaking in the rain for half a day, so both his outer robes and inner wear were thoroughly drenched. When he entered the cabin, he couldn’t help sneezing.

Chen Xing asked Xiang Shu expectantly, “How did you know I was captured?”

Xiang Shu casually said, “I didn’t know you were captured.” Chen Xing, “Then why did you...”

Xiang Shu, “I thought you had run off by yourself again, so I gave chase to hit you!”

Chen Xing, “...”

Xiang Shu put the door bolt on the frame, locking it, and started taking his clothes off while motioning to Chen Xing.

“Take it off ah.” Xiang Shu stared at Chen Xing as if he didn’t know him. “What are you doing just standing there?”

Chen Xing suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He took off his clothes and threw them to Xiang Shu, then jumped onto the bed, stark naked as he covered himself with a blanket. Xiang Shu didn’t try to avoid him. He took off all his clothes until he was completely naked, then wrapped a towel around his waist. He rolled up his clothes, placed them in a basket, then pushed the door out and put them at the entrance. He placed some money inside and instructed the crew on the ship to wash and starch it, then send it back after drying tomorrow.

Thus, the two of them had no clothes left and could only face each other openly in the room all day.

“Xiang Shu?” Chen Xing asked again.

Xiang Shu was taking a bath in the adjacent compartment. He motioned for Chen Xing to go wash up. In the compartment, Chen Xing cheered, “There’s hot water?! This is great!”

When Chen Xing came out, he realised that some hot food had been sent over: fish and shrimp were stewed in a bowl with a little soy sauce and meat, and there was a vat of hot wine as well. Apparently, the captain had ordered those in the mess hall to send it over. Xiang Shu’s crotch was covered with a cloth, and he sat there like that as he started pouring a drink for himself.

After they had their fill of food and drink, Chen Xing finally felt a little better. He shrank into the inner side of the bed, and his heart actually started pounding wildly. This wasn’t his first time facing Xiang Shu so openly, and it wasn’t his first time sleeping in the same bed as Xiang Shu, but for some reason, he kept feeling a little embarrassed this time.

Xiang Shu glanced at Chen Xing, as if he was a little hesitant too. “Sleeping?” Chen Xing moved inside again and said, “Rest for awhile ba.”

Even if everything went smoothly, it would take at least half a month for the ship heading on the Yangtze River to arrive at Shangyu. During their journey, he and Xiang Shu could only live together in one room, no… when

they were staying in Chi Le Chuan, they ate and lived at the same place too, and there weren’t any problems then? Was it because they had to sleep on the same bed?

For some reason, the atmosphere in the room suddenly turned a little ambiguous.

Xiang Shu took off the cloth towel, then went to bed like that and slept with Chen Xing under the same blanket.

Chen Xing accidentally touched Xiang Shu’s scorching skin, and they rubbed against each slightly. Chen Xing’s heart started beating madly, then he subconsciously pulled back a little. Xiang Shu seemed to sense this awkwardness, so he tried his best to not let the two of them touch while he laid down slowly.

Amidst the storm, the ship swayed slightly. This bed was extremely narrow and small. Under the blanket, Xiang Shu stepped on the footboard with one foot to stabilise himself so as not to squeeze Chen Xing against the wall. On the other hand, Chen Xing was trying his best to lean against the wall.

“I...” Chen Xing wanted to start a conversation to distract himself, so he covertly changed his posture as he was afraid of Xiang Shu seeing his body’s reaction. Right here, right now, the scorching body temperature under the blanket, the brief sensation just now when their bodies had touched without any barriers between them, instantly made Chen Xing’s imagination uncontrollably run wild.

Xiang Shu’s voice obviously sounded a little awkward. “What?”

“You must be tired.” Chen Xing turned his head and looked at Xiang Shu.

“It’s okay.” Xiang Shu’s eyes remained open as he stared at the ceiling in a daze.

The ship swayed gently in the storm. The windows weren’t closed tight, so cold winds were leaking into the cabin. In this early spring when ice floes were only starting to melt, the weather was freezing. Chen Xing pulled back under the blanket and shivered.

“When are you going back?” Chen Xing remembered now; after their reunion, everything seemed so natural to him that he even forgot to ask Xiang Shu about Karakorum and Chi Le Chuan.

Xiang Shu didn’t reply. Chen Xing thought, it’s my fault again, I made you rush thousands of miles here just to save me. After the ship heads south, you won’t know when you can go back again.</p<

“Did you...tell your tribesmen?” Chen Xing asked. “What?” Xiang Shu just replied indifferently. “About coming to save me.”

“No,” Xiang Shu casually answered.

“What about Xiao Shan?” Chen Xing asked again.

“Sent him back,” Xiang Shu said. “But I don’t know if the Xiongnu can handle him.”

Chen Xing, “Then, you’ll be heading to the South with me?”

Xiang Shu turned his body slightly and changed his posture, answering, “Depends.”

Chen Xing fell silent for a moment before saying, “Just now, I was just casually saying that in front of the captain, don’t mind it too much.”

Xiang Shu, "?"

Xiang Shu glanced at Chen Xing, baffled. He understood what Chen Xing meant; that he had introduced Xiang Shu as a “Protector” without seeking his opinion, so Chen Xing was afraid that he would be angry again.

“Thank you.” Chen Xing said with a smile, “Although I don’t know what you think of me, I thought you wouldn’t come find me anymore.”

“Why?” Xiang Shu asked instead. “Is that how you see me?”

Chen Xing rushed to explain, “You’re the Great Chanyu ah, you have your responsibilities, so you can’t be blamed for going back… Xiang Shu, what I want to say is, if you don’t mind...”

Xiang Shu frowned a little and looked at Chen Xing. Chen Xing mustered up his courage and finally said what was on his mind. Even though Xiang Shu had rejected him once, this time, they were probably more familiar with each other than before, and for Xiang Shu, they had the same goal, so...

“...I promise, it won’t take too long,” Chen Xing said with slight apprehension. “Can you, accompany me like this for a period of time? I won’t say anything about being a Protector or whatnot, but I know that just by relying on myself alone, I probably won’t be able to...”

“Ever since I was a child,” Xiang Shu suddenly turned his head and didn’t look at Chen Xing anymore. He slowly said, “I knew that one day, I would become the 16 Hu’s Great Chanyu.”

Chen Xing, “?”

Chen Xing stared at Xiang Shu in a daze. His nose bridge, lips, and the contours of his side profile were all exquisitely perfect, yet it didn’t seem to be the result of cosmetics at all. Instead, he had a kind of masculine comeliness.

Xiang Shu’s brows furrowed a little before he continued. “After my father passed away, I naturally shouldered the burden of being the Great Chanyu. My tribesmen’s affairs are my affairs, and the calamities they face are my calamities as well.”

Chen Xing said, “Yes, so I was thinking that you’ll have to return someday. Even if you’re willing, I can’t hog...”

“Then one day,” Xiang Shu continued. “You came to find me, and told me that you need a Protector, and that I’m that ‘Protector’. So this responsibility expanded from being responsible for Chi Le Chuan to being responsible for the whole world.”

Chen Xing said helplessly, “I don’t want to either, but...”

Xiang Shu, “But throughout this entire process, no one ever asked me what I wanted to do.”

Chen Xing: “....”

“Never,” Xiang Shu said seriously. “They never asked me, ‘Shulü Kong, are you willing to become the Great Chanyu?’ And you never asked me if I was willing to be your Protector.”

After he spoke, Xiang Shu frowned again, then turned his head sideways to look at Chen Xing, as if he wanted to find the answer from observing Chen Xing’s expression.

His furrowed brows relaxed, then he raised an eyebrow at Chen Xing.

Chen Xing, “I understand now, Xiang Shu.” Speaking of that, Chen Xing suddenly smiled and said, “So that’s what it was, you thought I didn’t respect you. That’s my fault, at that time… I really didn’t think much about that.”

Xiang Shu, “I’m different from you, you want to be an exorcist...”

“Of course not.” This time, it was Chen Xing who interrupted him. “If I could choose, I think… I wouldn’t be one this willingly ba. I admit, in the beginning, I never thought of respecting your wishes, but I would like to explain myself too: I’m the same, and there are a lot of things that I have to do. I have no other choice.”

“Then why do you want to be an exorcist?” Xiang Shu asked, slightly puzzled. “Can’t you be your own person?”

“I do, I want to be myself too, and I often ask, ‘Why me?’” Chen Xing recalled the first time he tried to control the Yin Yang Mirror, the voice he heard in his heart.

“But my father often said when he was alive, ‘How can there be so many people in this world who can do whatever they want?’ In this life, those who can live according to their wishes are the blessed ones. There are a lot

more people who are just living while complying to the Mandate of Heaven with burdens they must bear. Admittedly, it is very unfair, but looking at it from another perspective, can’t this be the expectations that the heavens have given to each and every one of us?”

“Expectations?” Xiang Shu said with disapproval. “It’s merely resignation.”

Chen Xing understood why Xiang Shu refused to be a Protector at the very beginning now. He said, with relief, “So to speak, we’re just resigning ourselves to the so-called ‘will of Heaven’.”

Translator's Comment:

Zryuu:I LOVE THIS CHAPTER THEY ARE SO SOFF you can actually feel the distance between them closing,, ;-;

Chapter 47.2: Invitation

Translator(s): Zryuu

Editor(s): juurensha

The ship swayed with the waves. The rain seemed to have stopped, and only the sounds of waves crashing one after another could be heard. Chen Xing and Xiang Shu lay side by side quietly. For a while, no one spoke.

“Then what do you want to do?” Chen Xing felt like his understanding of Xiang Shu was being renewed. Now, he suddenly felt like their conversation was very peaceful; it was a peace that came from deep within their hearts. After abandoning everything in the outside world, they were looking at each other as equals to understand the most sincere side of the other party.

“Sometimes,” Xiang Shu said. “I want my mother to come back to life, and for my father to come back to life, then live together beyond the Great Wall like before.”

Chen Xing couldn’t help but glance at Xiang Shu, but Xiang Shu had his eyes closed.

“But things don’t turn out the way you want. They’re all dead.” Xiang Shu muttered, “My Anda’s dead too, everyone’s gone… just like a banquet held during the Autumn Close Festival. After everyone finishes drinking, they’ll all say goodbye and go where they should. And what I want is easy to say, yet also very difficult...”

“...What I want is just for this banquet to never end.”

Xiang Shu was in a daze for a while. He recalled the day he bid farewell to his tribesmen who were staying in Karakorum, but he didn’t tell Chen Xing any more details.

This conversation appeared meaningless, but for Chen Xing, it seemed to mark the beginning of another stage of his life that didn’t have much time

left. Just like a ship that left the storm, it finally sailed onto a calm and tranquil sea.

“...Those who knew me, Said I was sad at heart. Those who did not know me,

Said I was seeking for something.” “O distant and azure Heaven,

By what man was this brought about?” Chen Xing sang softly as the ship rocked.

“What about you?” Xiang Shu asked.

Chen Xing said hesitantly, “Perhaps...I want to tour the Divine Land? Go to the places I’ve read about in books, yet never had the chance to visit.” After he spoke, the future Chen Xing imagined seemed to become clearer. “After visiting all the mountains, rivers, and seas, I’ll go to the Yangtze River and find a picturesque place to stay in. I’ll plant wisteria flowers in my yard, and when the flowers bloom...”

Chen Xing smiled sadly as he said, “I’ll be able to read books under the flower rack, do you like that? If there’s a chance, you’re welcome to come visit my house. It’s okay if you want to stay and not leave too, if there’s a chance, en, as long as there’s a chance.”

Chen Xing raised his hand, the faint light of the Heart Lamp emitting from his palm. He gently pressed it against Xiang Shu’s bare chest under the blanket, and at that moment, the Heart Lamp’s strength corresponded to Xiang Shu’s firm and powerful heartbeat, and a bright light penetrated through the blanket.

Chen Xing said, “Xiang Shu, I’d like to ask you this once more, properly.” Xiang Shu continued staring at Chen Xing.

“Before the future comes,” Chen Xing said. “Can you accompany me for a while? No matter what, I need you. I know now that you’re not willing to be dictated by responsibility. I just wanted to ask, if you were given a choice once more, could you...”

“I’ll consider it,” Xiang Shu answered.

Chen Xing smiled. He knew that by saying that, it meant that Xiang Shu agreed.

The storm receded. The ship sailed along the seas. A bright moon illuminated the world. Winds blew strongly, making the ship set off at full sail towards the silver white sea.

Chen Xing whispered in the tranquility, “Sometimes, I feel like this so- called ‘responsibility’ means that there’s someone out there who needs you. Whether it’s the Divine Land, the earth, the common people, or all living things… this sort of ‘need’ will never offer any repayment, but we would always willingly do our utmost in fulfilling those expectations, just like how any other person would when they're needed by another person. Isn’t that kind of feeling pretty good?”

Xiang Shu didn’t reply. Chen Xing curled up under the blanket. After a long time passed, he thought that Xiang Shu should have fallen asleep.

“Are you cold?” Xiang Shu asked. “Nope.”

The blanket on Chen Xing’s side was slightly damp, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, so he kept shivering.

Xiang Shu said, “Come closer.”

So Chen Xing leaned towards Xiang Shu’s side and instantly felt warmer. Then, a wave hit, and the ship tilted a little. Xiang Shu withdrew his feet and hugged Chen Xing, who had been pushed into his embrace.

Chen Xing’s entire body was leaning against Xiang Shu in his arms, and his breathing immediately sped up. His lower body pulled back a little so as not

to make things too awkward for the both of them.

The waves crashed one after another, pushing him repeatedly towards Xiang Shu. Chen Xing wanted to stabilise his body, so he raised his hand, but didn’t have anywhere he could place it. After a while, he simply put it on Xiang Shu’s shoulder and hugged him around his neck, and the two of them were now stuck to each other.

“Got it,” Xiang Shu said in the end.

Chen Xing didn’t hear that. He fell asleep very quickly. Xiang Shu’s body was quite warm, so he couldn’t help but want to stick closer to him. However, he could sense that Xiang Shu was always squirming about restlessly, as if he was all fidgety from being tormented by Chen Xing. He would keep waking up intermittently, and after awhile, he couldn’t care much anymore and simply let go of his restraints and embraced Chen Xing.

The next morning, when Chen Xing woke up, he saw his clothes folded neatly next to the pillow while he was covered with a new blanket.

Chen Xing, “???”

Chen Xing was very sure that the blanket had been changed once. The bed today was obviously different from yesterday’s.

“Xiang Shu?” Chen Xing said. “Xiang Shu? Where is he?”

After he had breakfast, Chen Xing found Xiang Shu on the deck. Xiang Shu had changed into his clothes and was having tea with the captain while sitting. The sea breeze blew, and the sun shone bright.

“Why did the blanket...”

“I don’t know!” Xiang Shu said impatiently.

“Wow!“ Chen Xing stood before the mast as he faced the vast sea. Xiang Shu nodded at the captain before going back to the cabin with Chen Xing, then threw a bundle at Chen Xing for him to look at.

Inside were the two magic treasures that Xiang Shu had brought along with him from Karakorum: the Yin Yang Mirror and the Zheng Drum, as well as the medical supplies that King Akele had given them -- the four Ruler Seals. Upon seeing those objects, Chen Xing started missing their owner and couldn’t help feeling a bit upset. After a round of inspection, he carefully kept them, then looked at the bundle that Xiang Shu had packed in a hurry. There was a Qiang flute and a long, narrow unlocked box inside. He opened up the box. Inside were two pieces of sheepskin scrolls that were rolled up together; it seemed to be tied together with a woolen rope, and the paper seemed quite old, suffused with a light purple colour.

Was this the Great Chanyu Golden Conferment of Purple Scroll that Fu Jian had always yearned for? Chen Xing thought about the saying of the “Golden Conferment of Purple Scroll”, but after looking it over, he thought it didn’t seem like it. This sheepskin didn’t have blood on it. However, he restrained his curiosity and didn’t rummage through Xiang Shu’s belongings. After closing the box, he put it back, and he had just done so when Xiang Shu came back.

“What do we do after reaching Shangyu?” Xiang Shu asked.

Chen Xing said, “Go to Jiankang and find my Shifu’s friend. Do you remember the two other pictures in Zhang Liu’s book?”

Xiang Shu showed Chen Xing; when he was in Chi Le Chuan, he had roughly restored the three pictures.

There are many capable people in the South. After the large-scale migration to the South, a large number of ancient texts had been preserved. Although many exorcist families abandoned the profession after the Silence of All Magic and either became scholars or farmers, they still knew a little about the past. Chen Xing had to go warn Xie An first, then gather the former exorcists to discuss countermeasures and search for the whereabouts of the Dinghai Pearl.

“What are you writing?” Xiang Shu saw that Chen Xing had been writing letters for the past few days in the cabin.

Chen Xing said, “Visitation cards. I’ll get people to deliver it to post stations that will send it to Jiankang. My father had many students in the past, and they were all my seniors. After the large-scale migration to the South, they submitted to Great Jin one after another. We might be able to seek refuge with them for the time being. We’ll at least have a place to stay in the city then.”

Xiang Shu casually remarked, “En, I forgot, your father was a great scholar. After returning to the South, you’re naturally the descendant of a prestigious family.”

Chen Xing heard the ridicule in his tone and retorted, “You flatter me; compared to the Great Chanyu, how could this be worth anything? What else can we do? We’ve finished spending all the money we have, so will we be going cold and hungry after getting off the ship?”

Xiang Shu said, “There must be a few more Yuwen Xins waiting in Jiankang.”

“You...” Chen Xing really wanted to throw his pen.

Chen Xing initially had the notion of trying his luck, but after Xiang Shu said that, he didn’t want to continue writing anymore. But in the end, he still forced himself to write out his itinerary, then sealed the cards, and paid with the little bit of money he had left to get someone to deliver it ashore and take it to the Ministry of Personnel in Jiankang. Normally, if the letter had been received, then there should be a post station staff, but along his journey, no one came to meet him. He thought that it was easy for people’s hearts to change so he could only submit to fate. He would think of a way to get some money after arriving at Jiankang ba.

As the ship sailed south. the weather gradually warmed up. It was sunny, and the skies were clear in spring. People became more lazy when they reached the Yangtze River region. Chen Xing just slept in the cabin all day, tossing and turning in bed. Sometimes, Xiang Shu would play chess with the captain on deck, while at other times, he would buy books after getting off the ship and read them on the journey/aboard to kill time.

Nearly ten days later, the ship smoothly sailed into the Yangtze River and headed towards Jiankang along the canal. Another half a day later, in the morning, they arrived at Jiankang City ahead of time. Chen Xing was still sleeping. The faint sounds of music travelled over from the outside, followed by the shouting of the boatmen.

“Coming, coming--” A boatman said.

Chen Xing turned over. Won’t we only be arriving at night? We reached Jiankang so soon?

Xiang Shu pushed the door open and entered the room, already having had packed his things. He studied Chen Xing with a look of impatience. Chen Xing sat up, his hair all messy, then scratched his head as he looked at Xiang Shu.

“Someone’s picking you up at the dock,” Xiang Shu said.

Chen Xing perked up, then ran out as he said, “Who? Who came to pick me up?”

The ship had arrived at the dock. What greeted them were peach blossoms and willow trees; the entire city was lush with gorgeous flowers. Thousands of vermilion eaves and tiles shone with a clean luster.

Zhongshan has the imposing grandeur of a coiling dragon and stood as mighty as a crouching tiger.

A misty drizzle fell over the ten-mile Huai River. In the distance, both Taichu and Zhaoming Palaces were like reflections in a mirror reflected by the Xuanwu Lake, just like celestial palaces enveloped in a misty fog.

The number one capital in the world: after experiencing many trials and hardships, there were already millions of people living in Jiankang City. This was the place where Han culture flourished the most, and it was also the center of the Divine Land’s civilization.

Close to 50 scholars were holding up umbrellas in a line. Somewhere high above, a gentleman dressed in a robe with wide sleeves walked over amidst the song as if he was riding the wind.

“Upon my leaving, wept the willow,” someone sang on the bank, “Upon my return, sweep rain and snow--”

Both sides of that man’s temples were frosty white, and he looked to be about forty years old. He wore black official muslin with a snow white scholar robe inside, his beautiful face as fair as jade, and his smile made people feel as if they were being bathed in a spring breeze. With a refined manner, he wore a jade plaque that hung from his waist, fox teeth around his neck, wooden clogs, and a jade flute in his hands. His belt fluttered in the wind as he walked over with a confident gait.

“A friend has come from afar,” Xie An said in a loud voice. “Would you like to have a meal? Little Shidi, this way please.”

——Volume 2·Cangqiong Yilie·End——

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Zryuu: *chokes* volume 2 was such a ride…

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Chapter 1 - Ralph Meets With Love in the Wilderness

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Synopsis:

Ralph and the Lady abscond together, really talk to each other, and some unpleasant truths come out.

Summary:

"Tell me truly, and beguile me not; for I am a young man, and without guile, and I love thee, and would have thee for my speech-friend, what woman soever may be in the world. Whatever thou hast been, what art thou now? Art thou good or evil? Wilt thou bless me or ban me? For it is the truth that I have heard tales and tales of thee: many were good, though it maybe strange; but some, they seemed to warn me of evil in thee. O look at me, and see if I love thee or not! and I may not help it. Say once for all, shall that be for my ruin or my bliss? If thou hast been evil, then be good this one time and tell me."

Ralph awoke while it was still night, and he knew that he had been awakened by a touch, but like a good hunter or warrior, he was not startled and did not cry out. When he was fully awake, he saw the Lady bending over him, and she said in a kind and quiet voice: “Get up, young man, get up, Ralph, and be silent. Come with me into the woods before dawn, for I need to speak with you.

So he got up and was ready to go with her, his heart thumping with joy, but she stopped him. “No, get your sword and armor in case something bad happens. Put on your chainmail; I’ll help you.” And she held it for him while he put it on. “Now,” she said softly, “put a helmet on that curly hair of yours and strap on your sword, then follow me.”

He did so, and felt her take his hand (for it was still dark as they went into the trees), and she led him into heaven, for he heard her whispering voice and it was like a touch and a laugh of joy in each word.

She led him quickly, not stumbling at all on the paths between the pine trees, though it was as dark as it could be. Ralph thought that at any moment she would stop and tell him what was going on, and that she would then have to leave him, so he prayed that the silence and handholding would last a long time—for he could think of nothing else but her—and in truth it did last a long while. She said nothing, though now and then a small laugh—like the softest warbling of a bird—would come from her lips, and the rippling of her clothes as her swift feet carried her sounded loud to him in the dark, windless wood.

At last, after more than half an hour of walking like this, it grew lighter and he could see her beside him, and she still held his hand and glided on faster and faster, it seemed to him. And soon he knew that outside of the woods dawn was passing into day, and even there among the trees it was hardly darker than twilight.

A little further, and it grew lighter still, and he heard thrushes singing a little way off and knew that they were on the edge of the pine woods, and still she ran swiftly onto the grass, where there was nothing but maples and thorn bushes: it was light here, though the sun was not yet over the trees.

There she let go of his hand and turned to him, her face flushed and excited, and her eyes were very bright and her mouth half-open. He stood looking at her, trembling with eagerness and fear of what she would say when he told her what was thinking, for he had made up his mind to do just that. He took off his helmet and set it on the grass, and he noted that she was only wearing her dress, having left her cloak and coat behind.

Ralph straightened up and was going to speak when she put her hands to her face and shuddered, her shoulders quaking with sobs as she burst out crying so hard that tears flowed between her fingers. Then Ralph threw himself on the ground in front of her groveled before her, wrapping his arms around her knees and pressing his cheek against her skirt, saying many soft words of love while she continued to weep wordlessly. At last she reached down and held his face in her hand, and he let his lips press against it, and they stayed like that a while. Then she pulled him to his feet and led him away quickly once more, and he did not know what to do or say, and he did not dare stop her, and he could not form the words to ask for an explanation.

So they ran across the open ground, unhindered by the trees, he being silent and she never tiring or slowing or faltering in any way, until they came into thick woods again. Whenever he would open his mouth to speak, she would hush him with a “Not yet!” Until at last when the sun had been up for more than three hours, she led him through a stand of hazel trees like a thick hedge and into a clear, grassy place where there were great grey rocks around them, as if they were in the crumbled remains of a circle of standing stones built by some forgotten people. Then she threw herself to the ground and buried her face among the flowers, and was weeping and sobbing again as he bent over her, until she turned to him and drew him down to her and put her hands on his face, laying her tear-streaked cheek against his, then kissed him long and sweetly, so that he almost began crying, himself.

Then at last she said: “This is the first thing that I have said to you since I have brought you away from death, and it is so sweet to me that I can hardly bear it.”

“Oh, and it is sweet to me,” he said, “for I have waited for you for many days.” And he kissed and hugged her as one who would never have enough of it.

At last she pulled away from him a little and, looking at him, smiling with love, she said: “Wait a little, until we’ve spoken some.”

“Yes,” he said, “but may I hold your hand while I wait?”

“No harm in that,” she said, laughing, and she held out her hand to him as she said: “I said that I have brought you away from death, and you have not asked me about that.”

“I will ask you now, then, since you want me to.”

“Do you think that he would have let you live?”

“Who would kill me, when you would let me live?”

“Him,” said the Lady, “your enemy, the Knight of the Sun. Why did you not run from him before? He didn’t want to kill you, just drive you away, but if you were at Sunhome with him, he would run a sword through you, or at least throw you into prison for the rest of your life—or so it seemed to me.” She faltered as she spoke, looking at him.

Ralph said: “How could I leave when you were with him? Did you not see me there? I thought that you wanted me to stay.”

She looked at him with such tender love that he started to throw himself upon her, but she stopped him and smiled, saying: “Ah, yes, I saw you, and I did not think that you would leave me; therefore, I had to be careful.” She touched his cheek with her other hand.

Ralph sighed and furrowed his brow a little, then said: “But who is this man that he should kill me? And why is he a tyrant over you, that you must flee from him?”

She laughed and said: “Fair creature, he is my husband.”

Then Ralph flushed red and he opened his mouth to speak, but she stopped him and said: “But he is not quite my husband. Before we got to bed, he cursed me and drove me from his house.” And she smiled, but her face reddened so deeply that her grey eyes looked strange.

But Ralph jumped up, half-drawing his sword and crying out: “I should have killed him! Why didn’t I?” and he angrily paced back and forth across the grass in front of her.

But she leaned forward to him and laughed, saying: “But, my Champion, we will not go back to him, for he is stronger than you and would kill you. We are far from anyone here, but you are being loud—maybe too loud. Come, rest beside me.”

So he went back and sat down by her, and he took her hand again and kissed her wrist and said: “Yes, but he wants you, that was easy to see. It’s bad that I didn’t kill him.”

She stroked his face again and said: “It would be a long story if I told it all to you. After he drove me out and I fled from him, he caught up to me several times, which is not unusual for his brother is the Captain of the Dry Tree, that tall man with whom you have seen me. Each time, this lord has come to me and confessed his love as one who would be in utter despair if I did not love him back but oh, my love with the bright sword” (and she kissed his cheek and held his hand with both of hers) “each time I rejected him.” And again she blushed.

“And his brother,” said Ralph, “the big captain that I have encountered these four times, does he also desire you?”

She laughed and said, “Only as much as other have, no more. He will not kill anyone over me.”

“Did you know that I was waiting for you at the Castle of Abundance?”

“Yes,” she said, “Did I not say that I told Roger to lead you there? That was after the first time we met, after I had ridden off on the horse of that butcher you killed.”

“Why were you so long in coming?” he asked. “Would you have come if I still waited there?”

“What else could I want except to be with you? But I had to travel alone, for our riders had gone north to fight those of the Burg, but as I came to the Water of the Oak, my husband and that other man caught up to me. And this time, all of my refusals were not enough, and whatever I said to him, he demanded that I return with them. But they quickly turned to fighting each other, as you saw.” She looked at him sweetly and honestly, as he had been her dearest brother.

But he said: “You were upset that they were fighting; have you known the Black Knight for long?”

“Yes,” she said, “I will not hide that he loved me, but he has also betrayed me. It was because of him that the Knight of the Sun drove me away. Pay attention, for this concerns you: he spread a rumor of lies and truths mixed together, saying that I was a witch and an enchantress, and my lord believed him. I was shamed before the entire house, and thrown out in anguish, barefoot and bleeding.”

He looked and saw the pain and grief of the memory in her face, and the fierceness of his loved changed his expression so much that she got up and withdrew a little away, standing and looking at him. But he also got up and knelt before her, and he reached up and took her hands and said: “Tell me truly, and with no tricks, for I am a young man and not wise to uncovering hidden meanings, and I love you, and I would have you as my partner, whatever sort of women there might be in the world. Whatever you have been, what are you now? Are you good or evil? Will you bless me or curse me? For I have heard tales of you: many were good, though strange; but others have warned me of evil within you. Look at me and see that I love you! I cannot help it. Say once and for all, will you be my ruin or my bliss? If you have been evil, then be good this one time and tell me.”

She neither reddened nor paled at his words, but her eyes filled with tears and they ran down her cheeks, and she looked down on him as a woman looks on a man that she loves from the root of her heart, and she said: “Oh my lord and love, I hope that you will find me no worse for you than the best of all you’ve heard. But how can I tell you about myself when you would believe absolutely anything I said? But oh, my heart, how could you, so sweet and fair and good, fall in love with an evil thing? At least I will say this, that whatever I have been before, I am good to you—I am good to you and will be true to you.”

He drew her down to him as he knelt there, putting his arms around her though she still shrank a little from the eager flame of his love, but she gave herself to him and let her body glide into his arms, and loved him no less than he loved her. And there in the wilderness, there was between them all the joy of love that could be.

Notes:

Apparently, Ralph has curly hair.

It specifies the “Seventh Heaven,” which is a mythological/cosmological distinction that I don’t want to pry apart right now for a metaphor, so just suffice to say that he’s very happy.

The “circle of standing stones” is described as a “broken doom-ring of a forgotten folk” which is a really metal way of saying it’s like stonehenge.

The story repeatedly uses the verb “fell” to mean “begin” (such as “they fell to eating” or “fell to talking”) but it also uses it for kissing which makes me laugh for some reason.

I left the line “She laughed and said: ‘Fair creature, he is my husband.’” completely untouched because I love it. This is the second time she’s referred to him as “creature” (though I believe the first time it was “creature of God.” I wonder if anyone else refers to anyone that way in this story?

The exact situation (as she says it) is: “Yet is he not so much my husband but that or ever we were bedded he must needs curse me and drive me away from his house.” Basically, they were married or betrothed or something, but before they had sex he turned on her, kicking her out and then chasing her down.

When I used the word “partner,” the original word is “speech-friend,” which is the word the Maiden used to refer to her missing beau.

A recap of the Lady’s backstory as I understand it (just the part she talks about here). She and the Knight of the Sun were involved and probably wedded, but before they had sex, the Black Knight (probably trying to stop the wedding so that he could have her) lied to the Knight of the Sun and made a believable tale claiming she was a witch (we’ve heard these accusations against her before, and I have no doubt the Knight of the Sun had, too). The Knight of the Sun shamed her publicly and threw her out of Sunhome, and she returned to the Fellowship of the Dry Tree (this all happened some time previously, not in the period of time since Ralph first met her).

The Knight of the Sun, still loving her and wanting her back, pursued her and (since her Captain is his brother) found her many times since she left. She refused to return with him. This most recent time, Walter was with him and they fought each other, which we saw in the story.

I’ve always found the bit here about whether or not the Lady is good or evil very interesting. One would expect that the truth is that she is good, and that all the bad things said about her are simply jealous rumors… but that is not what she says. She isn’t good or evil; she’s human, but she promises to be good to Ralph.

As for their love, remember what I said before about Tomie. The Lady possesses an extreme charisma that draws others to her and entangles them in her love. I’ve hinted before that Ralph possesses some similar power (perhaps hers was at the same level before she drank from the Well?), and the narrative has also given us signs before: I think specifically about the Maiden saying that even if he found bandits in the Wood Perilous, he’d most likely win them over to his side and have them as his own men; and also of Roger who declared his allegiance to Ralph in the Burg (which I took as true, even though he was otherwise deceiving him). Not only is Ralph entangled by the Lady, but she is also somewhat entangled by him. Someone said before that they didn’t think the Lady would ever love some man unless he is one “with whom all women are in love.” This same phrase was also used earlier, where it was said that such people are those most likely to find the Well at the World’s End. I do believe this will be further expanded upon later.

And one last note: I left the last line relatively unaltered. The original is “And there between them in the wilderness was all the joy of love that might be.” I’ve wondered about this since the very first time I read it, but does this mean they had sex? At first I thought yes, then no, then back to yes, and now I’m not sure. I can say that (despite his religious beliefs), Ralph isn’t too hung up about premarital sex (at the very least in situations where the two people are very much in love and dedicated to one another).

Map updated to show the lake’s name (the Lady called it the “Water of the Oak”).

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Sinner [Dark!Din Djarin x F!Reader] *SMUT*

Summary: The Mandalorian has been attending confession for weeks now, with the sole intensive purpose to see you.

Rating: 18+ smut

Warnings: Dark!Din, implied age difference, religion kink (don’t come for me...), sex in a place of worship, smut: loss of virginity, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, degradation, unprotected p in v, cunningless, death mention, alcohol mention, brothel mention.

Word Count: 4000+

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He’d been coming to confess for about a year now. He’d gone off the rails when he lost the kid. You’d heard rumours about the Mandalorian — strong, fierce, brave... a warrior. You certainly wouldn’t have pinned him for a man of faith. You’d seen him a few times when you were shadowing your father in church. He was tall, broad shouldered, and only came during the dead of night, when the abbey was completely isolated.

“Hello,” you greeted him, your soft voice echoing throughout the chambers. Your crimson red heels clicked against the marble floor beneath you as you approached the masked figure. Curtseying politely and removing your hood, you couldn’t help but bat your eyelashes in the direction the Mandalorian. “It’s quite late. I was just closing for the night.” you admitted, biting down on your lower lip in hope that he’d understand.

“I thought places of worship aren’t supposed to close?” He countered quizzically, an air of amusement in his voice.

“You’re right, technically,” you hummed, picking at your nails as a wash of nerves flooded over you. “But my father is out of town and... I need to sleep.”

That’s where he recognised you from— you were the daughter of the Grand Bishop. He’d seen you before, doting around the abbey in your signature black gown and red robes. You were hard to miss, your beauty being beyond standards of measure. Yes, he knew you. He had noticed you watching him from the pillars above, when you thought nobody was looking. He noticed the way you’d deliberately brush past his body... desperate for just the slightest touch. He recognised your scent too; it was sweet like honey. And your ruby coloured lips. He’d dreamt of them plenty of times. It was really you.

“Where is he?” The Mandalorian asked after a beat of prolonged silence.

“He was requested by Senator Berenko to present evening mass on Naboo, for the Festival of Lights.” you explained, probably offering a little too much information.

“When will he be back?”

“Next week.”

“Well, I’ll be back then.”

No, you couldn’t just let him leave. You couldn’t just let him walk away from you. This was your chance. In a fluster, you extended your arm and pawed at his bicep. He froze under your touch, and you hoped that you hadn’t overstepped.

“Are— you’re here to confess. Aren’t you?” you asked him with a nervous gulp. Maker, why were you so nervous? The Mandalorian didn’t say anything, so you heeded to continue. “I’ve seen you come by before. I know you speak to my father usually but— I can do it. The confession, I mean. I’ve been shadowing my father for the past few months— training with him. I can do it. If... if you’d like me to.”

The Mandalorian took a moment to process your words. Maker; you were a sight to behold. Your eyes were starry and reflective of the galaxy he’d spent so long venturing. Your skin was soft and delicate. You were pure— untouched— holy. He was afraid the discussion of his sins might be a bit too much for you to handle.

Or maybe there was something more.

Maybe he was afraid that once he’d start opening up to you, he wouldn’t be able to stop. He wouldn’t be able to resist you.

“Aren’t you a little young?” The Mandalorian scoffed incredulously, bringing his leather gloved hand to his helmet, his thumb grazing the cloth between his chin and his neck. His rude manner didn’t surprise you at all, but yet, you kept a strong posture and held your head high.

“I’m old enough.” you declared, not ripping your gaze from him once. Even through the dark tinted visor of his helmet, it felt like you were looking into his eyes, staring deep into his soul.

So, he agreed. You told him to wait in the confession box by the altar. “I won’t be long, I just have to lock up and turn out the lights.”

As you walked down the aisle, you lit a match and ignited some candles. They were tall and made from beeswax, and the flicking amber flames provided barely enough light. But it had to be enough. It had to do. The wax dripped down the sculptures and chambersticks, pooling into swirls of hardening ivory.

The Mandalorian waited for you in the confession box, having already discarded the plates of his beskar armour. It was hard to wear, and heavy on his back, but he felt safe… here, with you. He had no reason to be still wearing it. No more fighting tonight, he hoped.

The image of you couldn’t escape his mind, no matter how hard he tried. Dirty thoughts — it was wrong of him. You were the Grand Bishop’s daughter for Heaven’s sake.

When you entered your side of the confession box, your full intention was to follow the ordinary strict protocol. There was no reason for distraction.

“State your name for the records,” you requested, shuffling around as you worked on getting comfortable in your chair.

“Din Djarin.”

Din Djarin. It was a beautiful name. Your mind immediately went to pairing his last name with your first name, and then you cursed yourself for the inappropriate thought.

“Din,” his name left your lips like the sweetest tasting honey. “Why are you here today? What would you like to confess?”

“I went to Corellia over the weekend,” he announced, his voice cold through the modulator. “The bad part— well, it’s all bad over there,” he corrected himself before continuing. “Got into some trouble gambling at Lady Proxima’s casino and a bunch of white worms surrounded me. So I killed them, all of them. I didn’t have to. But I did. I murdered them in cold blood.”

It was in that moment you learned how dangerous of a man The Mandalorian was. His beskar armour was just as cold as his heart.

“Wh— why did you kill them?” you asked timidly, almost afraid to know the answer.

“For the release. The adrenaline. The feeling of power. I can’t escape it. Have you ever killed?”

“N—no.”

Din scoffed incredulously. “Of course you haven’t.”

“What do you do after you kill?” you inquired, hoping to change the subject.

“Corellia has the best brothels… cheap too. I sought them out and look for a quick fuck.”

“Out of wedlock?” you pondered with a queasy frown.

Din laughed. “You’re asking if I’m married?”

He was right, it was a foolish question.

“Do you enjoy your time at the brothel? Or do you regret it soon after?” you wondered.

Another laugh— and Maker, he made you feel terrible. Were you really that bad at this?

“Yes, I enjoy myself. The girls there are pretty little things. Needy. Desperate. But— it’s not special, you know? It’s not… not exactly what I crave.”

“What do you crave?”

“To touch someone untouched. Pure. Holy…” the Mandalorian trailed off. “So, when I fuck the girls at the brothel, I tend to think of the Grand Bishop’s daughter.” He revealed, feeling his cock harden in the confines of his pants at the memory. You swallowed, a wave of heat immediately washing over you. You. He was thinking about you.

This was ridiculous. Was he messing with you? He had to have been messing with you. Sure, he’d seen you around before but neither of you had even held a conversation, prior to today. And he’d been thinking about you while he was sleeping with other women? You had to suck it up and remain professional, no matter how much it irked you. He was here to confess and you couldn’t let this become personal.

But it was so hard. Maker, why was it this hard? Was it because you’d thought about him too? Because you’d imagined his cock in place of your fingers, at night when everyone else is sleeping? You yearned to know more. You ached to know the details. Surely that was fair. He was speaking about you, after all.

You could already feel your panties begin to dampen with arousal. How could one man have such an effect on you? In your place of worship too. You wanted to punch him, kick him, take out all your anger on him. But most importantly, you wanted him. His touch. His hands on your body and his cock splitting you open. That’s what you wanted the most.

“What did— what did you think of?” You swallowed, anticipating the details. You were glad he couldn’t see how flustered and hot you were right now. It certainly wasn’t in the code for you to ask about details such as this but… surely one question would do no harm.

You could just about hear Din chuckle, from the other side of the wall, and it made your slick wet cunt clench around absolutely nothing. He was driving you feral. “I’d think about her ruby red lips and how they’d look wrapped around my cock. I’d imagine fucking her mouth, making her gag— wanting her to cry. I’d want to see the tears stream down her cheeks as I give her my all. And finally, I’d imagine her letting me cum down her throat.”

There was something about him talking about you, to you, in third person. Like you weren’t supposed to be there, listening. Like this information was not made for your ears.

Your panties were soaked at the thought. You couldn’t believe it. All this time, all these sessions of confession with your father, and it had only stirred him on more. He’d been going to confess, only to see you.

“Tell me, princess. How does that make you feel?”

Shit. He could not be serious right now. You placed your palm flat against the wall and took a deep breath. “Mando, you’re here to confess. Not me.”

You tried to shut out his words, but your body ached for him. Ached to feel him… touch him. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you — but it would be wrong. It would be so wrong.

Another chuckle. You hated when he did that. As if all of this was some kind of joke to him. Did he even know what he was doing to you? It was like torture.

“See, the Grand Bishop’s daughter… oh wow. She’s a vision. She dotes crimson red lips and she walks around as if she owns the place, her stiletto heels clicking against the floor. She’s bad, like the devil in disguise, and yet, I know her. She’s young and untouched. Her father will probably marry her off to some other minister in the outer-rim, ship her away for good. And she’ll be forced to deal with very mediocre sex for the rest of her life. Which is a shame, really, because she deserves better. You deserve better.”

“You have no idea who I am.” you spat out, feeling your cheeks burn with rage. How dare he make these assumptions about you and your family. This crude, older man with a tongue that could kill. How dare he.

You wanted to be mad at him so bad. He couldn’t possibly get away with this. But he was going to. Because what exactly could you do?

“She’ll never know how it feels to be stretched open by a real cock,” Din gritted out, dismissing your comment completely. “F—fuck.”

Din was palming himself through his pants, desperate for some kind of release. His sleuth, dirty words set a fire blazing in your core. You wanted it too. You wanted it so bad. You contemplated all the things you could do, all the actions and their consequences. You and the Mandalorian, both in the confession box. You couldn’t even see one another… the prolonged silence on your end prompted Din to get up and leave when he heard your honey velvet voice speak once more.

You had to say something.

“When the lights are out and everyone is asleep, I think about you,” you confessed, hating the way the croaky admission left your lips. You’d done it now. Din’s head snapped upwards to face the wall and oh how he wished he could see you right now. You were squirming around in your chair and when you heard the zipper of his pants become undone, you knew it was your queue to continue. “I touch myself. It’s hard to keep quiet… thinking about you. I imagine you touching me… running your gloved hands all over my body,” you bring your hand to your breast and give it a little squeeze. “I figure.. maybe you don’t take the gloves off. You praise me when you feel how wet I am, and I tell you that it’s all for you. I’m all yours. To use however you like. I want you to ruin me. Spoil me for any other man. Fuck me until I cant walk. Bite me, give me marks I have to hide during tomorrow’s mass.”

Din made a fist around his cock and began to pump as he listened to the dirty words that left your holy lips. His grunts and groans echoed throughout the box and went straight to your core. Oh how you wished you could see him right now. Peeling up the hem of your robe, you slid your fingers under the waistband of your panties and began to rub tight circles into your clit.

“You’re a virgin?” he asked, although it came out more so like a statement. Like he already knew the answer.

“Ye-yeah,” you whimpered, quickening your pace.

He was achingly stiff now, beads of milky white precum already dripping down his shaft.

“You want this?” He quizzed. “You want my cock right now? Think you deserve it?”

And in that moment, you made your decision.

Maybe this life that your father had given you, just wasn’t for you.

“Y-yes, oh God yes. I deserve it.”

A low and dark chuckle left Din’s lips. “You’ve been a child of God your whole life. But you want this, yes? You’ve been waiting for this?”

He was right. You had been waiting for this.

“P-please Din, please. Wreck me. Ruin me.”

“In the chapel too?” he laughed, rising to his feet. “You really are desperate. C’mon then.”

In a fluster, you practically fell out of your side of the confession box.

The Mandalorian stalked towards you with his cock in his hand, jerking himself off as he got nearer and nearer. His eyes didn’t leave you once and although you couldn’t see his face, you could only imagine the predatory glint in his eye. Maker he was huge, and thick, and you wondered how you’d ever be able to take him.

You weren’t used to this— Maker, you’d never done anything like this before. There was no way your fingers would ever be able to compare to the size of the Mandalorian.

“Are you sure you want this?” he grunted, releasing his cock and grabbing your throat, giving it an experimental squeeze. You nodded your head desperately and subconsciously licked your lower lip. “I must know. If I start, I won’t be able to stop. Do you want me to claim you?”

Just like Hades claimed Persephone? You shut the absent thought out of your mind and agreed to his proposition.

“I do.”

If it was so wrong, why did it feel so right? You had dreamt of this moment. How could you ever deny him?

He pinned you against the altar and tapped at your thigh, gesturing for you to open your legs up. His eyes dropped straight to your dripping core and he had to hold back a guttural moan.

Din wasted no time and rubbed his cock along your slick wet folds. For a second you were afraid he’d knock over the many burning candles that you had lit earlier in the evening, before your little confession session had begun. But, to no surprise of your own, the Mandalorian had extremely good coordination.

“Oh f-fuck, such a pretty little thing. So warm, bet— bet you feel so fucking good.” Din mumbled utterances of praise, his grip tightening around your wrists as he propped you up.

Every now and again the bulbous tip of his cock rubbed over your clit and the sensation practically sent you into orbit. You were touch starved, having never experienced intimacy like this with anyone before. “Do you want me to fuck you now, huh? Want me to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours?”

You whimpered a small ‘yes’ and Din chuckled darkly, tapping his cock against your cunt before sliding into you with one swift movement.

You let out a squeal, your fingernails digging into the muscles of his back as he seated deep inside you. Underneath his helmet, his perfect lips were parted into an ‘O’ shape as your fluttering walls clenched around him and made him feel like he was home.

“Fuck— so tight, so fucking tight. Just like I’d imagined.” He murmured, feeling like he was already seeing stars.

Din thrust upwards into you, the curve of his cock stretching you open and pulsating inside of you. His movements were rough and bruising, as his fingers dug into the soft flesh at your hips as he held onto you for support. Just like you’d requested, he was completely and utterly using you.

“How’s that?” his gasp rolled into an achingly long groan as his balls slapped against your cunt, creating the most obscene wet sounds.

It was uncomfortable at first. He wasn’t soft or gentle by any means, but you’d anticipated that. After just a few thrusts, the intrusive pain turned into bolts of pleasure that coursed through your veins. It clouded your vision like white noise— like what the red berry wine you’d drink during Sunday mass would do to your mind. Din grabbed at the thin cloth that covered your chest, and ripped it off, exposing your bare breasts to him. A sheen of glistening sweat glazed your skin like the most beautiful honey dew. The Mandalorian was tall and broad, and as he towered over you, he coated you in his dark shadow.

His large hands palmed at your breasts and you moaned at the sudden, unexpected contact. He continued thrusting, fucking you mercilessly. With every movement, he hit that sweet spot inside of you, and you knew he’d been doing this for a long time. He was definitely experienced.

He dropped his hand for your chest and lowered it to your clit, expertly moving his two fingers across your bundle of nerves. That feeling, combined with his thick cock, was enough to send you over the edge.

“Oh yes, yes, yes,” you chanted his name like it was a prayer— and he felt powerful.

The Mandalorian grinned wolfishly under his helmet as he increased his speed. You were seeing stars and it felt like your whole body was trapped under a spell. His spell.

“I ca- oh I can’t, I’m close, I’m close,” you cried as he continued to rock his hips into yours.

You hugged his body into yours, wishing the pleasure would never end. With every twitch of his cock he watched you intently. He watched the way your body reacted to him, revelling in the way your face screwed up in heated pleasure. Din adored the way your brow knitted together and your mouth parted as the most angelic noises omitted from your plush lips.

“Have you ever felt so alive than you do right now, with me inside of you?” Din queried with a grunt.

“No,” you answered, shaking your head profusely. “Please don’t stop.”

Your orgasm ripped through you like a tornado and without warning, The Mandalorian split his seed deep inside of you, his salty cum roping your perfect walls as they gripped down around his cock. Now he had marked you for life.

Din returned to confession a week later when your father had returned from the Festival of Lights. There was no reason for you to see The Mandalorian anymore.

“Forgive me, Grand Bishop, for I have sinned yet again.” Din announced, his voice clear as daylight after discarding his beskar helmet. He ran a gloved hand over his face.

“Another kill?” your father inquired, but from the other side of the wall, Din could only smirk.

“I’ve met a woman. A holy woman. And she has consumed my every thought. When I think about her I feel more inclined to sin, over and over again.”

It was true. Your ruby red lips, high heels, thin robes… Din had become completely enraptured with you.

Your father spent a moment contemplating the Mandalorian’s words, finding that he was speaking a lot differently than ever before. Not as ruthless or dangerous— but almost genuine.

“Would you give your body to this holy woman, if she requested you do so?” The Grand Bishop asked, not realising he was speaking about you, his own daughter.

“I already have,” Din confessed, subconsciously licking a stripe over his lower lip, at the memory of your taste. “And I would do it again.”

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Jax meeting Steve please..

Posie is almost scared for her Pappy and Gigi to meet Jax after what happened with James. James' Ransom Drysdale is showing! He just wants the best for Posie and doubts that Jax is what's best. Pappy and Gigi...

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That’s My Job

Summary: Posie takes Jax to meet her other grandparents

Pairings: Posie X Jax, Steve X Marta

Rating: cute

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 700

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Marta continues to carry out a few plates, waiting for that low rumble that informs her of her granddaughter’s arrival. Nervous about meeting the boyfriend. She hadn’t done this before. She’d done the sons and daughter thing, never the granddaughter thing. Steve walks up behind her, quickly pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Calm down, it’s just Posie.”

“You remember what your mom said. It’s not just Posie, this is her...”

“My mom is a crazy ole bitty. She has said a lot of things.”

“And when has she been wrong?” Steve reluctantly agrees with his wife, laying out the last few plates before pulling her into his lap. “I want to like him. James doesn’t like him, but I want to.”

“What do you mean, James doesn’t like him? Is he pulling a Ransom Drysdale?” Steve cackles when Marta nods her head. “Let’s hope,” he stops when that rumble of his motorcycle with his pretty little granddaughter on the back arrives. “That was a nice sounding bike.”

“Don’t fall in love with him yet, Papi. You haven’t even met him.”

Steve’s face falls when he sees the tattoos on his arms. That long blonde hair being pushed behind his ears, and Posie’s hand under his shirt, but then his eyes trail up to her face as she beams up at him. For the sake of Posie, he promises to give him a fair shot. Taking Jax’s hand in his own, he makes note of the strong handshake, and then those thick rings.

“So, glad that you two could join us,” he comments, wrapping an arm around Marta.

“You invited us Pappy. Oh, Gigi this looks delicious. But I want you guys to meet Jax, the boyfriend. Jax this is Steve and Marta,” with a cute little smile Marta pulls Posie with her to get the drinks, and Steve watches Jax’s eyes follow her.

“Not the most appropriate attire for a bike ride.”

“I can’t seem to get her to wear anything but the sundresses. She wears shorts underneath.”

“Posie likes the sun. Revels in it. Likes the way it feels on her skin. She would feel claustrophobic in pants. Heaven forbid she has to put on real clothes in the summer. I think that’s why she wants to teach. So you work with James?” Jax nods saying a yes sir. “Beau says you do good work. Have you always wanted to be in construction?”

“No, I always thought I would stay with the MC,” he gives a big smile to Posie as she walks out. “Things change though, but I’m not mad about it.”

The four eat the dinner, and Steve mostly observes Posie and Jax’s interactions. He doesn’t like Posie being with someone at such a young age, but he isn’t mad at the boy. He’s attentive to her needs. Watches her with the utmost adoration, adds a lot to the conversation. He isn’t a fan of them touching constantly, but he assumed as much when James said she was basically living with him.

Marta lets out a laugh before leaning over on Steve’s shoulder, wistfully gazing at the couple before they bid them adieu. “Posie, you mind coming by and feeding the frogs tomorrow?”

“Sure Pappy.”

Marta watches them leave and turns to look at her husband, “What do you need to talk to her about?”

“Nothing.”

“Feeding the frogs means you want to talk to her. He was nice. She adores him, don’t you...”

“I know, mi amore. She had called earlier, and said she wanted to talk. She wants to know what I think since her dad is being an ass. Don’t worry, I don’t dislike the kid. I want him to get her, her own helmet. At least she was wearing boots, but I’d love to see her with something that covers.”

“Aye yi yi, I’m gonna have to talk to my boy. She picked her a good one, and if what your mother said is true,” Steve snaps his head up, “Stevie, your mom is very smart and intuitive. She was right about us, about Bucky, about our children. James better listen to his Nana. He won’t have much time.”

“Why would you say that?” Marta shrugs, and starts clean up from dinner. “Regardless, I’m going to see what Posie girl wants to talk about. Don’t get your panties twisted. That’s my job.”

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #da au request #dau #posie rogers #jax teller #posie rogers x jax teller #steve rogers #marta cabrera #steve rogers x marta rogers

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twinklelilstarkey · 3 years

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hi! can i please make a request with rafe using prompt “Tell me about your day.” 🥰

“Tell me about your day” - Rafe Cameron

A/N.: Of course, baby. Hope you like this.

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

Rafe really likes hanging out with his dad. When it’s just them, at least, since he feels pretty left out whenever Sarah, Wheezie, or, god, Rose is in the boat with them.

That is solely because the 3 of them never liked the idea of fishing all that much, therefore, the whole family always has to leave hours early all because they want to leave. Which in other words means: less time between Rafe and his dad, as well as any well spent time on his Saturday, because of all the whining.

So, yes, whenever the Cameron men are alone, Rafe associates it with a good time. Also as the time when he can speak to his dad and try to get some more communication into their relationship. Which usually does happen and does usually work.

Well, not today.

Ward Cameron woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. He was in a bad mood right as the sun rose, exactly when they were supposed to leave the house. And for the first few hours, he didn’t talk to his son, he just stayed far away from him, on the other side of the boat, sipping his coffee while Rafe got everything ready to start their usual fishing Saturday.

He did start talking some time later, but to be quite honest, Rafe would’ve preferred him to just not talk at all and stay in his silence and in his corner of the boat for the rest of the day. Right as he opened his mouth, the theme of conversation was Rafe’s imperfect academic life and how he still hasn’t gotten any letters back from colleges accepting or rejecting him.

And the fact that he sighed loudly at those words did not make anything any better for him. All because he exhaled slightly bit loud, Ward took that as “Oh, so I’m boring you now?”.

Rafe did surprise himself by not bittering back to his dad and by staying silent the whole time, looking at the water and just letting his mind run free on his own world.

But let's just say that when you’re in a boat, with no reception, Wi-Fi, and surrounded by only water, sunrise to sunset seems to go by slower than normal.

It was a very long day.

Now, he’s walking down back to the house. The skies around him are colored with all types of pinks and oranges, but honestly, he couldn’t care less. He just wants to be as far away as possible from his dad at this point.

Before Ward could even step out of the boat, Rafe was already up on his bike, helmet on his head, and ready to drive off. And as he did, the French doors of his home open to show Rose, ready to welcome her husband home.

Thank god he’s out of there already.

The drive to your house was quick, so quick that Rafe wasn’t even able to reflect on what happened back on the boat.

You’re laying on your bed, wearing nothing but an old shirt and some shorts as you try to fight off the summer heat that has been practically melting you all day. You’re laying on your stomach, legs naturally up as you lean your cheek to your fist and watch random videos on your laptop.

To say you almost screamed at your bedroom door opening so suddenly is a very large understatement. You felt like you had a small heart attack to be quite honest.

Rafe stands by your door, closing it right behind him as he throws his hat to a corner and, right after, he throws himself on your bed to lay beside you.

“You okay?” You ask him.

He doesn’t answer so you just close your laptop, sit up and turn your position around to lay back down facing him. Rafe opens his eyes as you move around and he doesn’t say anything, nor does he smile - like he usually does.

“Want to talk about it?” You try again, laying your head on your pillow, now laying on your back.

He lifts himself off the mattress slightly and shakes his head at you, still not saying anything. When you’re about to ask again, he lays his head over your chest and wraps his arms around you.

The sudden request of affection surprised you a bit, but you do as asked. You wrap your arms around him and lay a kiss on the top of his head, over his hair, and right as you do it, he speaks.

“Can you tell me about your day?” He asks you.

“Uh, yeah? But I didn’t do mu-” You try to say, but he interrupts.

“It's fine. I just want to think about something other than my dad.” He says, voice muffled by your shirt.

You lay another kiss over his hair and move a bit under him before starting to talk.

“Uh, so...” You say, extending the syllable while thinking, “I woke up at like, 10ish? Had breakfast with my mom-”

“What did you eat?”

You grin at his question and answer quickly.

“Pancakes.”

He lets out a small groan at your words and your teasing tone and your grin stretches into a smile. He could kill to be invited for breakfast again and eat those heavenly pancakes.

He’s just so tired of Rose’s god damned healthy smoothies.

“Then I watched her favorite show with her. At least until we had to go get lunch...” You stop to see if Rafe questions what you ate again, but he doesn’t, “We ate pizza, nothing too exciting.”

He groans again and you smile at him.

His day consisted of sandwiches and drinking water, you can’t blame him.

“There’s leftovers if you’re interested.” You offer and he lifts his head from your chest to look at you.

“Really?” He asks and you nod.

“Yeah, they’re by the fridge, I think.”

As soon as your sentence ends, Rafe plants a kiss on your cheek and flights up from the bed, sprinting out of your room, down your stairs, and into the kitchen while you just laughed at him.

His eyes lay over the cardboard box and when he opens it, he feels like he’s in heaven.

After heating up the food on a plate, Rafe sprints up the stairs and you’re still on your bed, now on your phone.

“Please continue.” He says, regaining your attention.

He closes the door again and sits on the chair beside the bed on your desk, ready to start eating and continue to listen to you.

“Continue with what?”

“About your day.” He says before taking his first bite, “What happened after lunch?”

You throw your phone aside and start talking again, all of it while staring at your boyfriend, who is inhaling the food all satisfied and happy. He seems interested in your average summer vacation day, which surprised you.

Even when you told him that your neighbor had come over, he was excited and asking questions.

But for him, he just felt relief. He’s not thinking about his dad. Not thinking about his sisters and stepmother. Or even whatever his dad told him in the boat. His mind is on you only, as well as all the kinds of gossip you got today. And that is the most relief anyone can give him.

Sorry it took me so long to write this.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron imagines #drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #outer banks #obx #outer banks imagine #outer banks imagines #outer banks netflix

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backtothefanfiction · 3 years

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WHAT BENNY DOESN’T KNOW | Chapter 4

A TRIPLE FRONTIER STORY

Summary: Drama ensues when Santiago tracks you down in Italy and tries to get you to go on the Triple Frontier mission with him.

Warnings: VERY Mature 18+ ONLY!! Read this chapter around others at your own peril. Angst, murder, gun violence, language, references to drug use, SMUT!, dom!Santiago, oral (female receiving), light bondage, edging, squirting, thigh riding, slight degradation, dirty talk.

Word Count: 8177

A/N- I don’t know what else I can say about this chapter other than I am sorry. This chapter ran away with me and became a fucking monster. I hope it lives up to the hype, even if it isn’t what you expected, I hope it still satisfies and shocks. Frankie fans have been very patient and I know this chapter is going to tease you but trust me, it’s worth it for how the rest of this story will go. So without further ado, here’s what went down in Italy.

PART FOUR | What happened in Italy.

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'Hey I need to talk to you about something.'

'I've got this recce I'm doing and could really do with your help.'

'Hey did you get my text.'

'Did I do something wrong? Why are you ignoring me?'

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You scanned the messages on your phone once more before looking up at your reflection in the bathroom mirror before you. You rested your hands against the top of the sink, the phone digging into your palm as you pressed it against the porcelain. You couldn't deal with this, not right now. You reached for your clutch, wresting on the ledge before you, as another girl entered the bathroom through the door to your right, the music from the club growing louder before being dimmed again. You made polite eye contact, smiling at the girl before she closed herself inside one of the stalls.

You closed the thread of text messages from Santiago, dropping the phone back into your bag. You took a moment to fix your hair and your dress before making your way back out in to the heart of the club.

The base of the speakers passed heavily through your body as you made your way back to your group in the VIP booth. You had been in Italy for almost six months, infiltrating the Italian mob, becoming the girlfriend of one of the high ranking members to get information. Vincenzo reached his arms out, encouraging you to come sit on his lap so he could show you off to his company. You felt his hand come to rest against your ass, rubbing it slightly and you had to use all your effort not to roll your eyes and fake gag, instead turning your head closer towards him and giggling innocently into his neck.

You had rested your bag against your bare thigh and you could feel your phone begin to vibrate through the fabric as someone tried to call you. You attempted to ignore it, leaning against Vincenzo, you took a moment to look over his shoulder out the window behind you and down to the people on the street. The Italian continued to talk to his company, oblivious to the fact you were a spy and retaining everything they were saying. He almost completely ignored your presence and you listened intently to the information he was sharing.

You felt your phone begin to vibrate inside your bag once more and rolled your eyes. You didn't need to check it to work out who it was. No doubt it was the same man you'd been trying to ignore for the last 7 days. You rolled your eyes before leaning to say into Vincenzo's ear, “Vado al bar, torno subito.” I'm going to the bar, I'll be right back.

He gave you a kiss on the cheek and a small nod of acknowledgment, slapping your ass for good measure as you stood, this time you really did roll your eyes in disgust. You reached your fingers into your bag, rooting for your phone, which was now ringing for the third time in a row, as you made your way towards the bar. You looked down at it to see Santiago's name before looking back at your target in the VIP booth, trying do decide if it was worth taking the risk and answering the call.

“Santi I'm working right now, can we do this later.” you asked into the phone, your voice blunt.

“Sorry querida, I didn't realise, I was just calling to say, I like that dress.” your eyes widened at his words, your head whipping around to scan the crowd for him. “You know it's very short, I got a very good look at your ass when you stood up.”

“Santi?” your voice was both a warning and question as you struggled to find his face amongst the club attendees.

Santiago watched you carefully through the scope of his sniper rifle across the street, struggling to stifle a small chuckle as your eyes scanned the room you were in intensely, looking for him. “You know you're not gonna find me in there.” his voice was a taunt down the phone, you didn't let up you're search for him though.

“Santi, what are you doing here?” you tried to keep your voice calm, your eyes checking back on Vincenzo again, making sure he wasn't watching you and how frantic you were acting right now. You let out a deep breath, you hadn't realised you'd been holding, as you saw him still talking intently to his friends.

“You weren't answering my texts.” Santiago's voice came down the phone once more. You turned your back to Vincenzo, leaning against the end of the bar, trying to blend in. “I had to get your attention somehow.”

“Santi, where are you right now? I swear to god, if you ruin my cover.” you let the threat hang openly down the line. He was well aware of what you were capable of without having to threaten him with specifics. Then a thought crossed your mind. “Santi, how did you know where I was?” he didn't respond. “If you knew I was here...” you worked the thought through your head silently. “Santi? Why did you decide to call me right now?”

“Because I needed you to stand up so I could get a clear shot.” he finally said, his voice calm. You whipped your head back towards Vincenzo so fast, your phone dropping from your ear, resting at your side as you finally worked out where he was. He was watching from a window across the street. Shit.

It felt like everything was moving in slow motion as Vincenzo's body suddenly collapsed forward off the chair he'd been sitting in, hitting the glass table in front of him smashing it. You slowly brought the phone back up to your ear. “Get out now. Meet me in the alley around the back of the club.” were the only words he said to you before he hung up the phone. Girls began to shriek around you as they realised what was happening. Vincenzo's men quickly stood, pulling guns from their holsters, searching for whoever had shot their leader. You disappeared into the chaotic crowd now fleeing the scene, closely watching over your shoulder to see if you were being followed.

You broke off from the stream of people once you were downstairs on the ground floor, leaving out of a fire exit at the back of the building. You listened as the sounds of a motorcycle cut through; over the top of the screams of the crowd that was exiting out onto the street through the main doors of the club. 'He didn't' you thought to yourself, lifting your head towards the heavens, a silent plea. It fell on deaf ears.

Santiago made his way into the alley on the back of a motorbike, coming to an abrupt halt before you. “You have got to be kidding me.” you said as you began to pry your heels from your feet, stepping closer to the bike. He lifted the visor to the helmet up and the way the skin creased around his eyes, you could tell he had that smug grin on his face. Of course Will had told him. “You did this on purpose.”

“Just get on the bike.” he responded, revving the engine impatiently.

You climbed onto the back of the bike, your heels clutched tightly in one hand, the other wrapping tightly around Santiago's middle. “I swear to God Santiago, if you crash this bike when I'm not wearing a helmet-” he didn't give you a chance to continue before he took off, weaving his way through the dimly lit back streets until he reached a particular hotel on the outskirts of the city.

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You slammed your bag and heels down on the dresser as you entered the gloomy hotel room. You leant back against the top of the piece of furniture, your elbows nudging a small box tv on top of it as you silently stared at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with your companion in the room. The sound of his keys hitting the side table was deafening in the silence, forcing you to finally look at his face. This was the first time you'd seen him in person since you had slept together just over a year and a half ago.

“How did you know I was here Santi? You keeping tabs on me?” you spat at him.

“I have a guy.” he says it so nonchalantly like it's no big deal.

“What the heck Santi?” you continue your voice slowly rising in anger. “I've been stationed here for just over five months now trying to gain intel. Do you know how much time it took me to get him to trust me.”

“Well when you dress like that, I'm guessing not that long.” You push yourself up from the dresser turning away from him, a hand fisting into your hair in frustration. You closed your eyes taking a deep breath. “Look the guy had a price on his head.” He continued taking a tentative step in your direction. “Besides, now you're free to come to South America with me.” you turned towards him again, a look of complete and utter disbelief on your face.

“Do I just look like a fucking joke to you?” your voice cut at him. His eyes softened, hurt as he realised he'd said and done the wrong thing. “You fucking track me down in Italy, shoot my target, oh and turn up with that god damn bike.” You paced back and forth a moment before stopping abruptly in front of him. “When did Will tell you?”

“What that you practically got yourself off on the back of his bike?” Santiago joked, a large shit eating grin breaking out over his face. Your face remained stern, letting him know you didn't find any of this funny. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” he suddenly conceded, his eyes dropping to the carpet. His voice was quiet when he looked back up to meet your eyes. “I don't think you're a joke.”

“But you and Will did swap stories about your time spent with me?”

“So he was telling the truth.” Santiago said taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “You did get turned on by his bike.”

“You say it like you're jealous Santi?” you question him. “You think because I had a good night with you the last time we saw each other, I can't fuck anyone else?” he couldn't meet your eyes. You raised your eyebrows in disbelief at his silence. “Just you wait until I tell you about me and Fish.” you say coyly, turning your eyes away from him, just as his head snapped to your direction again.

“What about you and Fish?” he questioned, his eyes not leaving you now. A small smile licked at the corner of your mouth at the memory, but a slight ache in your chest suddenly tainted it.

“Let's just say, had we known, we would have put towels down.” you teased him. He shot up from the bed then, taking a step towards you, his eyebrows furrowed in shock and curiosity.

“Wait when did you and Fish?” He couldn't even finish the sentence. Frankie had been in a relationship for the last two years, even had a two month old baby girl to show for it. A part of Santiago didn't even want an answer to his question, but he was so intrigued by the other part of your statement, it completely clouded his better judgement. “Wait you're telling me you and Fish slept together and he made you?” he couldn't even say the word.

“You don't believe me?” you questioned him as you reached for your bag, your fingers closing apprehensively around your phone inside. You knew this was a bad idea but you were so mad at Santiago right now you were willing to do anything to put him in his place. “Call him and ask for yourself.” you continued unlocking your phone and thrusting it into his hand challenging him.

You watched him intensely, trying to hide your nervousness, as he searched your contacts for Frankie's name. Santiago's thumb hit the call button then put the call on speaker, the sound of the dial tone pulsing through the room. The longer it took for Frankie to answer the call, only encouraged your own anxiety that was painfully attacking your chest. You and Frankie hadn't spoken since you told him you were coming to Italy to get away from him; and the way you left things you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't pick up at all.

Frankie was more than surprised when he heard his phone begin to vibrate against the counter top, your name lighting up the screen for the first time in almost 8 months. He took a deep breath, his phone hanging in his frozen grasp before him as he questioned whether he should answer or just let it ring off. He surprised himself with his own judgement when he hit the answer button at the very last second, bringing the phone up to his ear.

“Hello?” Frankie's voice echoed out through the phone in Santiago's hand. If Frankie felt stunned by the fact you had called him in the first place, he was even more shocked when his best friend's voice answered down the phone.

“Dude did you make her squirt?” Santiago was blunt and straight to the point, his question making Frankie's eyes blow wide as the bombshell hit him. His heart felt like it was about to pound out of his chest as his panic set in.

He had sat quietly pretending not to take in Santiago and Will's conversation about you, that they were having the last time they had all been together. He'd held his tongue, wanting to keep his emotions for you in check. He wasn't proud of everything that had happened between the two of you and he hadn't wanted the hassle of his two best friend's opinions on the matter if he'd come clean about it all. Frankie suddenly found himself becoming angry, the feeling bubbling up in his chest ready to explode. Not only had you ended things between the two of you by running away to Italy, but you'd just dropped information about your time together to Santiago like it hadn't meant anything.

Frankie's silence and your pained expression had told Santiago everything he needed to know. He struggled to find the words to say but quickly found himself floundering even more when Frankie's voice spat sharply down the phone, “Did she also tell you she let me do coke off her ass?” Santiago's head shot up, his eyes boring into yours in shock. Shit!

You're eyes blew wide, your mouth hanging open unable to find the words to talk yourself out of this mess. You panicked blindly snatching the phone out of Santiago's grasp, hanging up the call. Fuck. FUCK! This had backfired on you so bad. You and Santiago stood silent across from each other as the bomb that had just been dropped settled around you both.

“How many times?” Santiago's voice tentatively broke the silence.

“How many times what?” you decided to deflect the conversation with other questions, “How many times did he make me squirt or... how many times did I let him do coke off me?” Santiago's hands flew into the air, his gaze moving to the ceiling as he took a step back, searching for the strength to carry on this conversation.

“The fact that you even have to ask that just proves how fucked up this is.” he responded as he watched you gingerly step towards the bed to sit down. You perched yourself on the edge of the mattress, unable to meet his eyes, you were more than aware of how fucked up the situation between you and Frankie was. There was silence again as Santiago tried to decide which question he wanted an answer to most. The fact you had, had to question if he was asking how many times you let Frankie do coke off your body already told him it had to have been a couple times. This also made him wonder how many times you and Frankie had slept together for him to have had the opportunity to do drugs off your body multiple times. “How many times did he make you squirt?” he finally asked.

Your head shot up, you had not expected that to be the prioritised question right now. When you met Santiago's eyes they were dark, full of lust. It sent a feeling rocketing to your core and you were thankful you had sat because the tingling sensation that shot through your ass told you your knees would definitely have given way if you were still standing. Your voice was timid, “We talking about just the first night or in total?” you asked wanting clarity so you could give him an honest answer. Santiago's hand groped at his own face as he tried to rub away the building tension and frustration he was feeling.

By saying that, you were only confirming what he already suspected to be true. You and Frankie had had a fucked up affair while he had been out of the country. He wanted to be so mad at both of you for behaving so recklessly and being so stupid, but the knowledge that Fish had gotten you to squirt, the fact that you could squirt, was turning Santiago on like crazy. He just wanted a chance to try and make you cum like that for himself.

His feet felt like they had bricks attached to them with the weight of every agonisingly slow step he took towards you. Neither of you broke eye contact once as you waited patiently for him to clarify the answer he wanted. He came to a stop before you, his gaze baring down over you. You felt so small, so vulnerable. Santiago looked so powerful right now, a far sight from the man you had beautiful sex with the last time you saw him. You knew how guilty you felt for everything that had happened between you and Frankie but the worst part of all was you weren't sorry for any of it. You knew it had been wrong but you had fallen in love with Frankie Morales hook line and sinker and you'd been more than willing to look past all of the fucked up things he was doing, just so you could be with him. You felt guilty because you regretted none of it and would do it all again in a heartbeat and for that you wanted to be punished; and with the way Santiago Garcia was looking at you right now, you were more than willing to let him be judge, jury and executioner.

“Did he make you squirt the first time he fucked you?” He asked, his hands moving to start undoing his belt as he maintained direct eye contact with you the whole time. The sound of the chinking metal sent a flutter straight to your core.

“Yes.” you whispered breathlessly, ready to roll over onto your back right then and there and be submissive.

“How many times?” your eyes dropped from his gaze to watch him slowly pull the belt from the loops, the sound sending shivers across your skin. You were afraid to tell him because you knew Santiago was never one to shy away from a competition, he was overly competitive and you knew once you told him the number, his aim for the evening would be to best that. You watched closely as he bunched up the belt in one hand, the other reaching out to place a finger under your chin, lifting your head to meet his gaze again. “How many times?” his voice asked again, intimidating, calm and patient.

“Three.” your voice came back, small and timid. He gave a slight nod and you pulled your lower lip between your teeth in anticipation for what he would do next, your eyes staring up at him helplessly. He dropped the tender hold he had under your chin and turned away from you, taking slow and calculated steps towards a chair in the corner of the room. He dragged it back across the room with him, placing it in front of you. He slowly sat, his elbows resting on his knees, fiddling with the belt in his hand.

He could see the pain behind your eyes, your guilt clear on your face. He also knew you wanted to punish yourself, wanted him to help you do it, but he needed you to say it out loud. “What do you want me to do?” he asked. The question was soft, but still domineering.

“Please, Santi.” was all you could manage, your eyes screaming help me. You didn't care how he did it, but you wanted him to use your own pleasure as a weapon against you. Santiago bit down hard on his bottom lip, his trousers becoming tight as he looked at you helpless and desperate, releasing all your control to him. It was a power trip he never knew he wanted or needed.

He took a moment to centre himself, sitting up, his hands resting on his thighs as he thought through the best way to do this. “Take off your dress.” he said. He had a magic way of making his voice sound commanding without being threatening, it was cold, calculated and made you want to follow any order he gave you.

You lifted the dress the rest of the way up your thighs, bouncing slightly on the bed to allow you the space you needed to lift it over your ass. You bunched the fabric in your fingers as you pulled it up over the top of your head as Santiago stood. You dropped the dress, letting it fall to the floor by your feet. You sat patiently in your underwear, staring up at him, waiting for your next instruction. He placed his belt down on the chair before taking off his jacket. You couldn't help but stare at the muscles flexing in his arms as he hung the jacket on the back of the chair. “Lay back on the bed.” he said, his eyes not meeting yours as he made his way towards the bathroom. You were less than surprised when he came back with a towel.

He stood at the end of the bed, looking down at you laying back on the pillows in the middle of the mattress. He threw the towel down onto the bed, “Last chance to back out.” he said, his eyes boring into you. You remained silent as you continued to meet his gaze, your eye's telling him you weren't going to back out. After a minute of waiting and giving you plenty of time to change your mind, he finally gave you a brief nod, directing your gaze to the towel, silently instructing you to lay it out on the bed while he took a moment to take his shoes off.

You spread the towel out over the top of the covers, before taking your place inbetween the pillows again at the head of the bed. You watched him kick off his shoes before he crawled onto the bed, reaching his arm out for the belt that still sat on the chair, before making his way up the mattress towards you.

He tucked the belt into the palm of his hand as his fingers reached out for your ankles, spreading your legs out wide so he could kneel between them. He was leaning over you so close that if he leant down, only slightly, his lips would meet your own. He didn't lean down though. Instead he took hold of your wrists before leaning back on his heels. He silently began to wrap the belt around your wrists, not too tight, but tight enough that you wouldn't be able to break free from them without having to ask. He continued to stay silent, refusing to meet your eyes as he gently raised your hands above your head. You watched the look of concentration on his face, as he fixed the belt holding your hands, to the bedframe. The only sound in the room came from your slowly unsteadying breaths as the suspense and arousal built within you.

He ran a gentle finger lightly down your arm, the sensation making your skin tingle and you sucked your bottom lip inside your mouth to stop yourself from letting out a small gasp. Santiago wanted to let out a small chuckle from how powerful he felt from the sight, knowing you were becoming aroused already and he'd barely done anything. He forced his expression to remain icy and calculated, controlling, knowing the less he gave away, the more you're mind would race, making you squirm beneath him.

His hands reached for your legs, running his fingers slowly up the length of them, starting at your ankles and coming to a stop at your thighs, his hand giving them a light slap before his fingertips dug into the flesh. This time you really did let out a small moan as the sensation sent shockwaves straight to your core. Santiago really did allow himself a low controlled chuckle then. He watched intensely as your pupils dilated from the slight pleasure his touch had given you but then they contracted again, the shame of your aroused gasp making you bashful. He hadn't realised his pants could feel any tighter but they felt like they were suffocating him right now.

For the last year and a half, whenever he tried to have sex or jerk himself off, his mind had always wandered back to that last night he'd spent with you. He'd been itching to relive it for so long, but here now, seeing you like this, he already knew he had a new favourite memory of you; even if the circumstances that led you both here, hadn't been the most desirable.

He had leant forward again, his thumbs brushing against your inner thigh, as close to your panties as possible but not quite close enough to touch. It was torturous, much like how close his lips were to yours right now, but he made no move to actually kiss you. He knew how your brain worked, how easily it could run away with itself. All he had to do was leave hints for your body and your brain would fill in the rest, making your arousal only that much stronger because they were your own wants and needs, your true desires that were turning you on and that was much stronger than anything Santiago could do to you.

The sexual tension around the two of you buzzed in the air like electricity, sending tingles all through your body without either of you having to move. As you continued to stare into his lust filled eyes you slowly began to realise what he was doing. You'd always realised the physical power Santiago had over you and when you had left your plea open, unspecific, you had just assumed it would be that physical power that he would use on you to just take you, pound into you with no mercy, ripping your orgasms from you by force; but now you were realising just how much he understood your minds inner workings. This wasn't going to be a physical manipulation but a mental one, he was going to use your own overactive imagination against you and that really showed how much power he truly had over you and that would be what turned you on the most.

Your hips began to twist slightly, desperate for any friction you could get between your legs, your head leaning forward, desperate to feel his mouth against yours, his lips sucking and bruising your own; but he moved his head back just out of your reach, your hands pulling tight against their restraints as you tried to chase him. “Uh, uh, uh, I don't think so queirda.” he taunted you. You watched closely as he slowly ran the tip of his tongue over his lips, messing with your mind even more, making you even more desperate to taste them again. You bit your lip and wiggled your hips again, then flinched as Santi's hands slapped at your thighs once more, forcing you to stop. “You keep doing that, I'm gonna sit my ass in that chair and do nothing at all.” your eyes followed the tip of his finger as he took one of his hands off of your legs, to point at the chair still sitting at to the side of the bed. “Do you understand?” he asked, forcing your gaze back to his dark eyes. You timidly nodded and his eyes softened as he once more relished in the power you were giving him.

He slowly began to lean forward and for a moment you thought he was finally going to kiss you. You closed your eyes in anticipation but the sensation never came. You felt his breath against your skin as he let out a breathy chuckle; you were so desperate. He had to fight the shit eating grin that was threatening to spread across his face when your eyes opened to find out what had happened, realising he'd stopped, his lips millimetres from yours. He instead manoeuvred his head lower to brush his lips against your neck, small feather like kisses that tickled; barely there touches that messed with your brain. You felt your panties grow wetter, less so from his actual touch but the mental and emotional power behind his every move.

You remained still and patient and he rewarded you by applying further pressure with his lips, gently nibbling at the skin before licking the spot tenderly with the tip of his tongue and finally sealing each mark with a kiss. You sighed, your eyes closing and head rolling back as the fluttering sensation between your legs only grew. When he reached your clavicle he stopped, pulling his head back. You licked your lips, sucking them into your mouth and biting on them slightly to stop yourself from whining, knowing he'd only hold out on you more if you did.

You watched him in silence as he just sat back slightly, staring at your breasts. The longer he waited to do something, the more desperate your mind would race to fill in and work out what he was thinking about doing with them. Your eyes painfully followed the movement of his hands as they reached out to gently lift your boobs up and out of their constraints, the underwire from your bra digging into your ribs slightly with the new position your breasts were sitting in. He then sat back again to admire them, the cool air of the room prickling against your nipples making them stand erect.

Santiago hesitated a moment, his controlled resolve almost breaking at the sight. You watched him take a deep breath, fighting to ignore the growing pain between his legs as his erection pushed painfully against its confines. He suddenly caught you off guard as his hands reached forward towards you, one hand gently caressing your side, the other reaching to get a handful of one of your breasts, guiding it towards his mouth. It had been the fastest you'd seen him move all evening as he wrapped his tongue around your nipple before gently biting down on it, rolling it between his front teeth. You let out a gasp of pleasure, your head falling backwards, eyes closing, your body bucking forward at his touch, arms pulling at their restraints.

“Oh fuck.” the words fell from your mouth before you had a chance to catch yourself, your hips grinding your clit into the mattress. You froze a moment as you waited for him to stop, to pull away and go and sit in the chair away from you to punish you for not controlling yourself better, but he didn't.

Santiago felt your body go rigid beneath his touch and a devious smirk played at the corner of his lips as he realised just how much the weight of his previous threat had taken hold in your mind. He knew you were waiting for him to pull away, your own mind already torturing you; he instead decided he was going to push you over the edge. He began to slow down his movements, the tip of his tongue running slowly across your sensitive nipple that he still held gently between his teeth. His eyes kept a close watch on your face as you screwed up your eyes, your lips pursed together in a tight line, trying not to react so recklessly to his agonising touch again.

He pulled his mouth away from your nipple with a pop and he placed a gentle kiss over it before he moved his attention across to the other one. His moves became sporadic again as his other hand, removed itself from where it had been resting at your side, coming up to take your other breast between his fingers as he pushed it further up your chest, his fingertips forcefully digging in before he took that one too into his mouth with a squeeze. He felt your body buck at the stimulation, eager to get away from it before he tipped you over the edge too soon.

His hand relaxed and he slowly let go of your boobs, his fingers stroking across your skin until his hands were touching your thighs once more. He applied extra pressure to his hold, pushing them against the mattress, forcing you to open your eyes and look at him. You became quickly intimidated by the coy and devilish smile that licked at the corners of Santiago's mouth. You knew that look all too well, his brain had given him an idea and you were not going to like it.

He gently nudged his knee forward inbetween your legs and it applied pressure to your needy clit. You practically flinched, trying to get away as the jolt of sensitivity shot through you. He let a low controlled laugh pass his lips. “Oh I don't think so princess.” he said grabbing hold of your hips, lifting them up, his knee coming to rest underneath you, your legs now straddling his thigh. It took all your strength to not immediately start grinding yourself against it, not until he gave you permission. “This is what you wanted isn't it?” his voice was low in your ear, taunting. “Well go on then.” he said with a slight nod of his head but you were hesitant to move, scared it was some kind of trap.

You felt his hold on your hips change as he began to encourage them to move and they of course betrayed you, following his rolling motion. You let out a small whine as your clothed clit, dragged across his thigh. You scrunched your face up, burying it against his shoulder. You had become so sensitive down there that the slightest movement was both full of pain and relief. Santiago listened attentively as your breaths became shallower, the strained noises you tried to suppress to not let on how much you were enjoying this, becoming more frequent. He released his hold on your hips, his fingers hovering just above them, testing to see if you'd carrying on grinding yourself against him without his encouragement. You did.

Santiago allowed you a moment to continue working yourself against his leg. He pulled his head away from you, forcing you both to look at each other. “Look at you, so fucking desperate.” he said, his voice low, eyes hungry. “Getting yourself off on my thigh like that.” you let out an audible moan then, unable to contain it, his taunting voice tipping you over the edge. “You getting close baby?” he asked and you silently nodded your head. “You want to cum all over my thigh?” You nodded your head desperately and he raised his eyebrows in response, encouraging you to use your words, to beg for him to let you cum.

“Please Santi, please.” you breathlessly whined. “I'm so fucking close and I need to cum so bad.” He remained still a moment, feeling your hips begin to buck ever faster on his leg, your eyes desperately searching his, aching for your release.

“No.” his voice was blunt as he moved his thigh out from underneath you, your hips bucking into the air, thighs squeezing desperately together, needing that friction back, you're eyes became teary as a guttural, frustrated cry fell from your lips. Your arms pulled tightly against their restraints, pulling your body back into the bed and even further away from him. The look on your face was one of betrayal as he got up from the bed and turned his back to you.

You panted heavily, your eyes fixed on his every move, as he gave you time to cool off while he grabbed himself a bottle of water from the mini fridge. He made a show of turning back to you as he opened up the bottle, bringing the cold clear liquid to his lips. Santiago knew what he was doing. He'd given you a moment to calm down but he'd just denied you your release when he knew you were so close and he knew how hot and sensitive you still were down there, your legs trying to subtly rub against each other to alleviate the pressure.

He leant back onto the bed, open bottle still in hand. He reached out for your ankle, pulling your legs apart with his free hand. His eyes locked onto yours, panicked and swimming in desperation. He held the bottle out in front of you, hovering over your most sensitive area. His eyebrows raised, taunting you. It took every inch of strength in your body to remain silent and not cave, to beg him not to. His hand began to tilt and he watched as your eyes flicked helplessly towards the bottle.

Your hips flinched as the icy water came into contact with your most intimate parts. He had only poured a little bit onto the area, directly over where he knew your clit was, but it was enough for your legs to kick out wildly. His grasp, still around your ankle, became firmer as he pushed it into the bed to hold you still as your breath came out as a hiss between your teeth. He held you there a moment longer, just to reinforce his power, before he stood up again, letting out a low chuckle as he crossed the room, taking another sip of water, before leaving it on top of the dresser. He paused there a moment, arms crossed, leaning back against the wood. Your eyes were locked on his in anticipation.

His movements were slow as he crept forward towards the bed, his hands sliding up the fabric underneath your legs until his fingers could hook around the elastic of your underwear, dragging them slowly down over your thighs, tickling your skin sending shivers through you. Your breathing hitched and you fought to remain quiet. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” he asked as his lips began to kiss and nibble up the inside of your left leg, his right hand tracing circles around the inside of your right thigh. He looked up at you expectantly and you gave him a small nod. “Use your words princess.”

Just as your lips began to open, Santiago plunged his head between your legs, sucking your clit into his mouth hard. “Yes!” you cried out, more forcefully than you had originally been intending to. Santiago let out a low chuckle, as the power trip he was feeling took over his body. The vibrations of his lips against your clit made you squirm, pushing yourself further towards his mouth. He happily obliged your needs, lapping at your wet folds with his tongue, sucking your little sensitive bud into his mouth, every time he reached it. The sensation of his tongue and your over sensitivity made you whine, breathing heavily as you pulled against your restraints.

“God I've missed this.” Santiago pulled himself away from your folds for just a moment to allow the confession to slip freely from his mouth, before diving his tongue deeper into them once more. You let your eyes close, head rolling back, your body relaxing into his touch as you let out a long moan of satisfaction.

Your body jerked forward again suddenly, your head whipping forward to look at him as he suddenly plunged two of his fingers deep inside you. He began to curl them forwards, thrusting them quickly inside you. Your eyes blew wide as a familiar sensation began to build up between your legs, a feeling you'd only ever felt when being fucked by Frankie.

Santiago suddenly felt your body stiffen, as you realised how close you were to squirting for him. He felt how your vaginal walls started constricting, instead of relaxing into the feeling, you were trying to pull away from it. He looked up at the panic in your eyes as the thought that had suddenly raced into your mind took root. 'Frankie was the only one you wanted to let. make you cum like that.'

Santiago quickly took his fingers out of you, slapping his hands against your thighs in frustration, the guttural cry of you being denied another orgasm, ripping through the hotel room along with it. When he looked at you there were tears at the corners of your eyes. You were so desperate to cum but he could also see the deep feelings you had for his best friend clear on your face. No matter how much he wanted to see you squirt for him, he wasn't going to force you to if you didn't want to; but it didn't mean he couldn't feel a little bitter about it and if you didn't want to cum the way he wanted you too, then fine, he wasn't going to let you cum at all, not until you were begging him.

“Fuck.” you sneered under his piercing gaze. Your clit felt like it was on fire, you should have just let him make you squirt, but your body had made the decision for you before your brain could even comprehend why it had done it. You could tell by the look in his eyes though that he knew full well why.

He finally broke the brief silence, his voice coming out cold. “Fine. You want to go back to playing the edging game, we can go back to playing the edging game.” he said shrugging his shoulders slightly, his head tilting to gauge your reaction. You recognised the dark look in his eyes. It was the same look he got on a mission, ready to go in for the kill, determined to finish the job. You knew the moment you dropped your little piece of information it would send him into a competitive spiral. He had given you a final chance to back out before you started but you hadn't, you had given him full control and now he was reminding you of that.

“Santi, no please.” you begged, you needed your release so bad.

“You should have thought about that before you decided to hold out on me.” he said as he moved his thumb over your swollen clit, applying pressure, making you squirm and moan under his touch. “I thought you said you were going to be a good girl for me?” you didn't realise his voice could drop any lower, but it did and he felt your lower half tense as it reacted to the words. He slowly lowered his thumb, dragging it through your arousal that was dripping out of you. He brought it up to your lips and you submissively opened, sucking his thumb into your mouth, tasting yourself.

Santiago's pupils grew wider, the problem in his pants becoming noticeable again as he felt your tongue flex around his thumb. Fuck, he needed his own release just as much as you wanted yours. He slipped his thumb from your mouth, wrapping his fingers around your jaw. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” he asked again. His voice was soft, encouraging you to say yes so he could finally plunge his cock into you, just like he'd thought about doing almost everyday for the last year and a half.

As soon as you nodded, he wasted no time, his hands racing to take off his clothes before latching his lips onto your mouth. If your kiss had been a drug, then he had definitely just relapsed. You shuffled yourself underneath him, making it easier for him to line himself up with your entrance.

He gave you no warning before thrusting forward, sheathing himself inside you quickly with one swift movement. Your hips bucked up into him, trying to take him as deep as you possibly could, your mouth hanging open mid kiss. He allowed you a single second to adjust before his hips started rolling into you, his cock rubbing devastating against your sweet spot with every thrust.

He moved his hand, placing his fingers around your throat, holding you firmly as he relentlessly thrusted up into your wet cunt. “Santi, please.” you breathlessly whispered into his lips, your eyes motioning up to your arms. He took his hand off your throat, reaching a hand up to release the belt from the headboard but didn't untie your wrists. You lowered your still bound arms, over his head and he wrapped his arms around you, bringing your body up closer to his, your hips lifting from the bed.

The new position provided him with the perfect angle at which to rub against that special spot inside you and you soon found that familiar feeling from before building inside you. He could feel it, your walls pushing back against him and he let his head fall, burying it into the crook of your neck, waiting for you to tense again and try and shy away from it like you had before but you didn't. He quickly lifted his head then, looking down between the two of you, as he felt your pussy push his cock out of you on his backward thrust, your release spilling all over the bed as you cried out in pleasure. Santiago swore it was the best thing he'd ever seen. He looked back up into your cock dumb eyes, his lips latching onto yours, thanking you for the gift you were giving him. “There it is. That's my girl.” he praised before thrusting back inside you.

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“I need you on this job.” he said softly, his fingers tracing over your back as you lay, still naked, in his arms a few hours later. You shifted to look up at him.

“I can't Santi.” you replied, shaking your head slightly. He could see the pain behind your decision clear in your eyes. You knew what he was asking of you without him even saying it and you knew you couldn't do it. You were too emotionally attached to the other guys and you weren't ready to face Frankie again, the phone call earlier only reinforcing that more. You would be a weak link and you didn't want to put Santiago's hard work at risk.

“Okay.” he conceded gently, pulling you back into his chest and placing a kiss on top of your head.

“Who else did you ask already?” your voice asked quietly.

“No one yet.” he confessed and you looked back up at him confused, realising he had made you his first point of call, his priority team member. “This job means everything to me. It's everything I've been working towards over the last few years. When the information I needed to make this a reality came up, you were the first person that entered my head.”

“Why me?” your question came out as more of a whisper.

“Because I've never met anyone, who is as good at our job as you are.” For some reason his words hurt, because he was right. You were the best out of all of you for what he wanted to do. He came all the way to Italy to prove how much he needed your help, but you couldn't give it to him. You wanted to go against your better judgement and just tell him you'd do the job anyway, but you couldn't. Instead you buried your head back into his chest, your embrace around him growing tighter as you tried to reassure him, let him know how sorry you truly were.

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Star Wars Kinktober day-16

Prompt: Exhibitionism | Lingerie

Hardcase x AFAB reader (Part 2)

So I know I said that this would be a two parter, now I’m thinking 3 because I need to get something out and this is already getting long.

Part 1 | Part 3

And @good-heavens-chris-evans don’t think I’ve forgotten you! I’ll tag you again for part 3!

Tags: naked under coat, bodycage lingerie, oral (m/f receiving),

Words: 2509

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It started off, as most things between the two of you, as a joke. Long trench coats could hide just about anything and, as long as nobody searched you, the one you were wearing would. Coming to the clone barracks you were actually doing your real job and delivering supplies, the cooler weather giving you a reason to wear a coat while you did so. Once you were done with this load and had it signed, sealed, delivered, and done, you would be free to carry out your dastardly plans.

Well, maybe not dastardly, but certainly salacious is ways that the high command and the Jedi wouldn't approve. So you carried on, riding the transport as it came around the bend and came to the loading dock and stopped in the hanger area. Box after box of supplies went: new blacks, bandages, bacta patches by the tens of thousands, caulking to fix armour, and much more. You and your two coworkers were observing the droids unloading and keeping track of the shipments to see that everything was accounted for. Everything was going smoothly, nothing was dropped, no droids malfunctioned and soon you were preparing to leave. As subtle as you could you glanced around the hanger; ‘if Rex wasn’t here soon…’

By the inner door you heard a clatter, the pair of clones who had been standing guard there must have snapped to attention as you heard them echo, “Sir!” at somebody. Turning to look you quietly sighed in relief: a helmet with blue jaig eyes. The two others working with you came to your sides to meet Rex as he approached, gait nothing but the purposeful march of a leader. It made the anticipation that had been bubbling up within you ever since yours and Hardcase’s plans had come into fruition, present as a shiver that licked down your spine. He came to a halt several feet away, and even though you couldn’t see his eyes you felt them regarding you in particular.

“Good day sir.” You said crisply. “We just finished unloading this week’s supplies, is there anything we can help you with?”

“You’re the supervisor for supply delivery?” He asked.

You nodded. “That would be me, is there anything you need sir?”

“Yes, I need to confirm an order for extra supplies that’ll need to come later this week. Some of our numbers are off due to an unexpected relief mission and so if it's no trouble I’ll need some help with them based on what’s possible for you.” Ah, there was your in.

Smiling politely, you agreed and went to make your way further into the base with him when one of your coworkers spoke up: “Do you need us to wait around, or..?”

You waved them off, “This might be a while depending if we have to do a manual count, and I’ll have to cross reference it with our current stocks anyway. This was my only run of the day so just punch out for me whenever you get back.” Shrugging and bidding you a brief ‘later’, they hopped into the truck and took off at the speed of a cautiously reversing, oversized transport vehicle. Coming to the inner doors, you nodded at the two troopers on guard and followed Rex further in. Once a little ways away you relaxed and turned to look up at his helmeted head, “Thank you for coming to pick me up Captain, nice job on the excuse too.”

He shrugged, “No problem, but the supply shipment isn’t actually an excuse. The 118th needed assistance and we packed up a shipment, it was urgent so we didn’t keep track at the time.”

You sighed, resigning yourself to a little more work before the play.

“But,” Rex continued. “With a little help from two boys who needed something to do today, that job is getting covered and you’ll have the numbers by the time you and Hardcase are done.” His voice dropped into a purr at the end of the sentence, letting you know just how much you had been anticipated.

“Well, thank you very much Captain.” You undid a few buttons at the top of your coat and flapped it a few times, as if you were fanning yourself, but instead gave an unimpeded view of the top of the strappy lingerie you were wearing to the man marching next to you. He sucked in a breath and his steps faltered for a moment before he snapped his head forward and continued on, moving a little faster now. You ginned and tucked your jacket back together. A few more corners and you came into the barracks area, deserted now as most troopers were either on duty or doing whatever on their time off. Coming to a door Rex knocked, removed his helmet, and you waited together for a moment until the door swooshed open.

Hardcase was there in his blacks, a wide smile splitting his face as he saw just who was at the door. “Well hello there meshla.” He dragged you to him by the waist, pressing your body solidly against him before greeting you with an enthusiastic kiss.

Rex laughed lightly behind you and you broke the kiss to turn and look at him. One side of his mouth was quirked up in a small grin while his eyes slowly moved from your feet and up your body, as if trying to undress you there in the hall while you stood in Hardcase’s arms. “Save your enthusiasm for later, me and the boys don’t want to miss it.”

Raising an eyebrow you looked at him, “Are the rest of them making their way over now?”

He shook his head: “Not yet, we’re just finishing up with some tasks and then we’ll meet back here. We figured you two would want some time to... get ready.” At that Hardcase pulled you further into him and through your coat and his blacks you could already feel him.

“Thanks Captain,” he saluted. “We won’t let you down.” And with that Rex put his helmet back on, nodded, and left; not wasting anymore time as if he were preparing for any other mission.

At that neither did Hardcase, half hauling you into the room and shutting the door with the push of a button before shoving you into the door and frantically making out with you. It was so sudden you were actually caught off guard and got lost in his lips and tongue as they coaxed yours into a familiar dance. You caught yourself though, and dragged your mouth apart from his before you could get too carried away. “‘Case, maker, somebody’s excited today!”

Giggling, he nibbled along your jaw as his hands kneaded your waist. “Well, my gorgeous girlfriend is letting me show her off and fuck her in front on my vod, I think that warrents something like that.” He paused and looked you in the eye rather seriously. “Are you still on board? If you’re not feeling it today they’ll understand-”

You kissed him, cutting off his sentence, drawing back you said: “Thank you very much for checking in honey, but I’m here to get fucked with an audience and if you’re still on board, that’s what I’m going to do.”

“Oh meshla…” He growled and returned to your lips, hands seeking your form through the thick material draping it. Arching your back you pushed yourself into him, trying to get a feel of his hard length again as you kissed. His lips left yours and took a detour around your face, feathering over one cheek, your forehead, nose, and then the other cheek before seeking that one spot under your ear that always put you into the mood. With a gasp you began to slowly grind against him and he moaned, lips slipping further down your neck until he came to the collar of your coat. His hands mirrored that move, sliding up your body and ghosting over your clothed breasts and coming to rest on your collar. “Wanna make yourself comfortable?”

Oh did you ever. “Go sit on the bed honey and take your shirt off, I’ll take care of my coat.” He nodded, kissed you again and turned to make his way over to his bunk. As he did, you kicked your boots off and softly padded in behind him. At his bunk he was trying to tear off the top of his blacks as quickly as he could, getting an arm and his head a little stuck in his haste. The charm of his enthusiasm had always won you over and it still made your heart flutter with affection. While he was preoccupied you undid the snaps of your coat and let it fall to the floor behind you; when he’d finally freed himself and looked up at you his jaw went slack as his eyes drank you in.

You might as well have been naked: other than your thigh high socks, a harness of ribbons was all you wore. Starting as a collar with an o-ring, two couples of ribbons arched over your breasts and around your body, returning to another ring just above your navel. From the belting two dainty chains connected to a pair of garters sitting a few inches below the apex of your thighs. Besides the general fit, several smaller details had drawn your eye to it on the mannequin at the store: a few small sparkly adornments, such as the small bunch of sparkly ones that hung from the front of the garters and tickled your thighs, and the ones longer ones which hung over your breasts; the shine of the satin; and finally, how it left you utterly bare. Your breasts were free, nipples hardening as they were freed from the warmth of your coat, and the curls crowning your cunt begged for a hand or mouth to explore further.

Hardcase hissed, a large hand shooting to his cock still trapped under his blacks, and squeezed, trying to stave off a sudden release. Teasingly you turned and modeled the whole ensemble to him, bending when your ass faced him to display your sex. It filled you with pride to have your man in such a state from just your body nude before him. Nothing else, and nobody else, made you feel hotter.

Finishing your circle you leaned onto a hand on your hip, “You like it?” You asked as innocently as you could.

He gaped, mouth opening and closing a few times before answering you. “I- shit meshla, fuck you look so good. Lookin’ like a whole meal, I have ten different things I want to do with you and I don’t know where I wanna start.”

You beamed. “Well I can think of one, considering how keyed up you already are.” You motioned to where he still had a stranglehold on his cock, a small dark stain indicating he had already begun to leak. Taking a few steps forward you knelt and gently pushed one of his knees aside so you could lean into him. “Maybe we should get you off once to start? Get you warmed up for later?”

“Probably a good idea.” He breathed, and you got down to work. You began slowly, gently rubbing him over his blacks and looking up at him, sharing a gentle moment with each other.

You couldn’t help yourself, you grinned: “This is where the fun begins.” And got to work. Peeling the tops of his bottom blacks down you pulled his considerable tan length from them and took him in your mouth without any preamble. Hardcase leaned his head back and groaned and gently ran a hand along the top of your head not pushing down on you, yet. Warming yourself up, you nibbled and sucked the tip, making sure to concentrate on the spot just on the underside of the head. Going further in, you licked down the side of his shaft and slowly came back up from below, making sure to meet his eyes again when you came back to the tip and dived down again, now taking in as much of his length as you could. Hiding your teeth behind your lips and licking as you went you began to bob your head up and down, mimicking what you knew he liked when you rode him.

Now his fingers dug into your scalp, gathering the hair there and twisting somewhat and creating a pleasant tingling that filtered through your senses. You hummed in pleasure, tightening around him as you began to suck and draw him deeper toward your gag limit. Considering your gag reflex, deepthroating wasn’t for you, but you did love this and the salty taste of his precum as it began to bead onto your tongue. You got a little faster then, getting excited at the taste and the feeling of Hardcase beginning to gently thrust up from his seated position.

“That’s it baby,” Hardcase huffed. “Just like that, make me cum so I can do the same for you meshla.” You squeezed his thighs for a moment and then went to work; pulling back on his cock, you brought both your hands to wrap around him, concentrating your mouth on the tip. Your spit already acting as a lubricant it was easy to begin twisting your hands in opposite directions around him and giving the most you could, all the while moaning around his broad head. He was speaking, rambling anything that came to mind: praise to you, how he was feeling, and sounds that couldn’t be categorized as his voice hitched and babbled. Knowing he was close, you surrendered to his direction by his hand in your hair and let him thrust into your hands and mouth as he wished. His hips began to lose rhythm, leaping and twitching as he desperately raced toward his end. A shave-and-a-hair-cut rhythm tapped onto your scalp: he was going to cum. You didn’t pull off.

He came salty and hot on your tongue, load thick and hot as he spilled himself down your throat with a loud moan. You stayed there for a little while to string out the last of his orgasm until he pulled you off him. His head was tilted back, his chest rose and fell deeply, light playing off the thin sheen of sweat that had begun to gather there. Eyes meeting once again he grinned and suddenly dragged you up by your shoulders, smooshing his mouth into yours with a small clack of the teeth. The both of you laughed and then you shrieked in delight as Hardcase swung you around and onto your back on the bed next to him, rolled on top of you, and gently tickled your sides. This was good.

“Thank you meshla!” He began to pepper your face with wet kisses, “Now I’d say it’s time to get you ready for your big show, eh?” His mouth began to slide lower.

“Yes please.” Oh this was going to be so good.

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Sorry for the brief hiatus! I’ve been pretty tired recently with the seasonal light change (the sun is setting at 6! Ugh!), but I’m doing my best!

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Part 3 will kick off right where this ended!

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enchanting | hwang inyeop

pairing: badboy!hwang inyeop x {gender-neutral} reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

warnings: suggestive nature, alcohol, an almost accident, fwb if that makes you uncomfortable!

word count: 5.1k

taglist: @katinthemoon

A/N: happy true beauty season finale day! I hope you enjoy this dedication to our favourite second lead <33 give inyeop lots of love on his socials because he deserves it!!

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you couldn’t help but think to yourself.

was it the way he walked? the way he held his head so high that his fluffy hair almost touched the clouds? was it the way he thought the world revolved around him? his cocky aura screaming ‘look at me! look at me!!’?

and yet, he was nothing like you had imagined. saying that second “yes” completely warped your world – how much longer can I stick to this friend with benefits thing?

the thought spurred a memory of how you first met. somehow… you ended up in his clutches. he was the boy who wandered the corridors, his disciples in toe, and nobody could touch him. except somehow… you did. well, kind of.

you remember it clear as day. it was a thursday night, your fluffy socks rested against the hard wood of your coffee table in front of you as you chatted on facetime to your parents. when your stomach grumbled, so loud that maeum, your fluffy chow-chow, lifted her head from against the armrest with curiosity as to wear the sound came from. such inquisitive eyebrows for a nonchalant pup that barely batted an eyelash unless you were filling her dinner bowl.

“even we heard that…” your dad’s smile filled the screen, a light teasing in his tone. you thought to yourself when the last time you ate was… it hadn’t been today.

“why don’t you head out and grab something good for yourself from the convenience store? I know you don’t cook for yourself, my baby.” your mother’s disapproving tone caused your eyes to roll -- miles away and she still nagged about the fact you ate nothing but instant noodles if you could be bothered.

“okay, ma. I’ll go do that. thank you for your concern.” short and snappy, your patience wore thin. probably because she was right and you were absolutely ready to devour some food.

a few air kisses later, and you were gliding the zipper up to just beneath your nose, the sherpa material insulating all heat it could as you brace yourself for the bitter cold. maeum’s tail wiggled excitedly in anticipation, her harness wrapped snuggly against her fur. “come on then,” you giggled at the way she span around energetically as you unlocked your front door. she practically knew the route to the convenience store by now… for a 6-month old chow, she was very intuitive.

out the door. down the hall. press the call button and wait for the elevator with patience. get into the elevator (you had to carry her if it was too busy but she didn’t mind too much). leave your apartment complex and turn left and keep going until the bright lights of the store appeared with a ‘fresh food prepared daily’ sign like a saving grace.

the owner didn’t mind of maeum came into the store, often bending down to give her treats and pets. maeum always leaned into anyone’s affection. it was her favourite time of day.

your airpods blasted your hype playlist, something you did when you needed self-reassurance. walking out of the store, maeum in toe, you rummaged through your bag of snacks, pulling out one of the many samgak kimbap you picked up. the crisp evening put you off sitting outside with a hot meal, plus maeum would attract too many people for your isolated personality to handle. the coo’s and aww’s often got worse as the night went on.

it wasn’t too long of a journey home, but something about the evening air caused you to walk slower and appreciate the serene surroundings. high school kids stumbling out of the noraebang that you often frequented in your days. being drunk on sugary snacks and endless cokes while you sang your little heart out. the snack in your hand tasted almost nostalgic as you remembered the nights you sat for hours outside the convenience store, hoping a kind stranger might sneak you a bottle or two of soju. those were the days you had friends to hang out with, but since you moved closer to seoul for university, they hadn’t bothered to keep in contact. you spent your days sitting alone in class, hoping your professor wouldn’t tell you to pair yourselves up. you were the only person that sighed in relief when they mentioned that they’d pre-assigned partners.

a low growl sounded over your music, with maeum halting in her tracks. it was only as maeum barked so loudly that you paid attention to what was happening. the bike headed straight for you. the rumble of its engine overwhelmed you as you realised you had stepped into the road without checking for oncoming traffic. yelping, you jumped back, pulling maeum abruptly, just quick enough for her to be missed. but it sent you flying onto your ass, a dull throb aching at the impact.

“are you okay?!” a shout from the direction of the motorbike filled your ears, the engine shutting off and footsteps getting closer.

“I’m fine,” you huffed, using your arms to twist your body with difficulty. your tailbone really throbbed as your face morphed into instant regret. you were turning to face the person clad in a helmet and biker jacket that hugged their body tightly in the frosty air.

“umm - I wasn’t talking to you.” you could just make out their eyes in the gap, slightly squinted in apprehension. when they turned their attention to maeum, you realised that look wasn’t for you. maeum, who sat sweetly with her tail wagging, front paws perched on their knees began to lick the helmet off them, only finding purchase in the gap that showed their mysterious eyes. traitor.

it was only when you heard the low chuckle that your attention turned back to the owner of the bike, heart stopping in its tracks for a small second. they reached out to ruffle the abundance of fur that framed maeum’s face, carefully checking for any scrabs or marks from the almost accident.

“hey there, friend! i’m sorry I almost hit you,” their tone emphasised the frown hidden by their helmet. it was only then did they reach up to lift the helmet off their head. and the breath you were about to let out hitched in your throat.

this mysterious biker wasn’t a stranger. he was the notorious bad boy that walked your universities halls, his minions in toe and never batted an eyelash to anyone who showed an interest in him. the one whose name you feared would be called out after yours in pairing for a class project. the one who probably didn’t even know you existed.

he was hwang in-yeop. and your bulging eyes that almost fell out of their sockets told him that you knew that already.

but, little did you know that the moment his leg flung off his bike to check you were okay, he realised who you were too. the one who sat at the front of the class with their pencil knocking in a continuous rhythm against the desk, a sound he realised rang inches louder in his mind compared to the rest of the class. he noticed the way your eyes glistened as you focused on what your professor was saying. he also figured out you never paid attention to anyone else, you sat alone with no intention to allow anyone into your bubble unless they were forced to. he actually hoped his name would be called out after yours.

his question of concern died in his throat when he saw it was you. those glistening eyes still sparkling despite the obvious annoyance in your expression. so he trailed off to pay attention to the adorable fluff beside him, luckily he adored dogs.

your embarrassment flushed in the apples of your cheeks, the heat almost melting the rim of your glasses that rested against the bridge of your nose. “maeum - come on, leave him alone.”

you lifted yourself up, trying not to show the pain. gathering your spilt snacks back into the bag, you stood up stretching your legs. but it difficult not to look at inyeop. his head was tilted slightly as he gazed up at you, this time the apprehension focused on you. was he concerned? he should be! he almost knocked you over!!

quickly, he stood himself, handing maeum’s fallen harness back to you.

“thanks,” you took it back quickly.

“you’re welcome.” his attention was still focused on maeum, who was jumped up at the bag in your hand hoping there was something inside for her.

the silence was excruciating. in the two years you’d known each other, this was the first time any contact had been made. and it was almost unbearable.

“uhhh- thanks again, sorry we almost got you into an accident,” you tried again, reaching into your bag to pick out a snack to give him as a peace offering. although he annoyed you, you realised you should’ve been looking where you were going - at least for maeum.

he took the can that laid flat on your palm slowly, afraid you were just teasing. but you let him take it without reluctance.

“do you- uhh…” he started.

“hmm?” your head raised sharply to turn your attention to him, the snacks in your bag long forgotten.

“do you… do I.. know you?” he tried again. if he was nervous, you could barely sense it. although he was stumbling over his words, his eyes were narrowed in scrutiny, analysing your every feature. he knew exactly where he knew you from, the flick of your pen ringing in the back of his mind. any excuse to keep you beside him longer.

“probably… you’re in my criminology class. although I doubt you’ve ever actually paid attention to anything in that class, let alone me.”

he scoffed, eyes rolling up into the heavens. you really were bold. “that’s quite the assumption.” a smirk so prominent it has sketched its way into your brain, all the way down to the subtle shading of the dimples that outlines the corners of his lips.

you ignored him, focusing on maeum for a moment as she sat beside your feet in a fluffy ball, eyes glittering expectantly at inyeop. you followed her gaze, landing specifically on the creases that lined his eyes as he analysed you. you huffed. “which way are you headed?”

he tilted his head to look over your shoulder at his bike sitting idly on the side of the road. “well, before I was interrupted I was on my way to a party.” and then his eyes met yours. “why? do you want to come?” his signature smirk appeared, the one you caught glimpses of every so often.

you hesitated, the thought of being anywhere remotely sociable filling you with dread. you became nervous in seconds “I- uhh. I was going to say I’d treat you to dinner because of the accident I almost caused…” you were shy, you admit. he couldn’t understand how someone who can barely look him in the eye could be so bold.

your offer caused his heart to do a single backflip; that was more of a reaction than any other, he couldn’t recall this kind of reaction from anyone else. to say the least, he was intrigued by the person who sat at the front of class. “do me a deal.”

“hmm? a deal?” shimmering eyes, etched into his mind.

“you treat me to dinner, and I’ll take you to the party.”

he was met with silence, searching your eyes as you lulled over the thought in your head. right now?

it was almost like he could read your mind. “we could make it a recurring thing… you can make up for me almost hurting not only you but this gorgeous ball of fluff” your heart leaped when he crouched down to rub between maeum’s ears with affection, even more so when he looked back up at you. “… and I’ll teach you how to be sociable.”

“oooh! kinda like a friends with benefits thing?!” you grinned, excited by the fact that you may not have to feel so alone anymore.

his grin widened at your exclaim, certain you weren’t sure exactly what you had just said… “sure… like friends with benefits… are you in?”

and that was how you ended up in the clutches of the notorious bad boy.

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those around you witnessed a flourishing friendship; you were attached at the hip. your five o’clock walks by the beach were met with his bubbly personality, maeum pleased with having someone else to chase the waves with. you finally had someone to sit beside in class, his signature smirk plastered on his face as the whispers of students wondered who on earth their designated bad boy was sat beside.

it got to the point that you remember the little things. he always ordered extra cheesey tteok because you always added extra onto your own. you packed extra heat packs when you knew he’d be joining you. he started turning up three minutes early because he knew that was how long it took you to get from your apartment to the lobby, where he’d be waiting for you with an extra coffee for you in hand. he knew to wear an extra sweater to the party because you always left without a jacket and would complain of the cold despite the countless shots you had consumed. you noticed that when his foot began to tap as the horrifically drunk girl in front of him continued to run her hand down his bicep, he wanted out, so you always stepped in to play the jealous ex.

as the little things continued to build up, your feelings flourished alongside them.

not that you ever did anything about them.

until one night it was clear that things weren’t as they used to be. inyeop had dragged you into an unoccupied room at the party, away from the sleaze who was hitting on you.

“what the fuck are you doing?!” you cursed, something you didn’t usually do. it must’ve been the alcohol that coursed through your veins, and the slight haze that the drunk guy’s breath washed over you.

“what am I doing?! what were you just doing out there?!” he grabbed your arm again, you swayed slightly, trying really hard to focus on his eyes.

you smiled at his tone, it was flittered with desperation. “why… what was I doing?”

he couldn’t fight off the annoyance that washed over him at the light smirk that graced your lips. you had been spending far too much time with him, his cockiness was starting to rub off on you.

“you were literally throwing yourself all over that guy!! everyone was watching you!!!” although he knew you weren’t stable on your feet, he shook your shoulders with emphasis.

and the moment you may have changed everything. his face was so close to yours that you could feel his exasperated breath against your cheekbones.

“were you watching?” you shot back.

his eyes widened so much his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. “what…”

it came out as a whisper, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. his eyes began to glisten, the only hint of innocence he could ever show. you turned his world upside down more than he could have ever imagined.

“I was just having fun, yeop.” your taunting was over.

his head shook abruptly like he was trying to shake the thoughts from his mind. your finger reached up to tap the tip of his nose, the bright smile forming on your lips was impossible to not mirror.

he sighed drastically, a giggle escaping your throat. “can we just go back now… I’ll drop you home. I want to see maeum.”

and like that, you were being dragged out of the house quicker than your feet could keep up. along the way, he had slid his leather jacket over your shoulders as he always did. the walk home was silent as you matched your steps along the path. the low hum of the city began to sober you up, inyeop quietly singing to himself.

since that first party on the night he almost crashed into you, inyeop made it a habit to walk you back. at first, you thought it was because he parked his bike outside your apartment complex. you soon realised there was a caring side behind his bad boy facade that kept everyone else hooked. they clearly didn’t see the soft bean that was for your eyes only. he had become your best friend, and he cared about you just as much as you did him.

he sensed your aura change from beside him, head turning to see the smile light up your face. “what are you grinning about?” his own lips quirked in response to your happy expression.

“not much… just remembering the night you almost sent me and maeum flying.”

he halted abruptly. “hey! you admitted that night was entirely your fault!”

you held your hands up in mocking surrender, “okay! okay… I did admit that…”

he went silent for a moment. and then said something that shocked you; not because of ill intentions, but because you finally realised that that night didn’t just change your life.

“I don’t regret it.”

his eyes were genuine. and you returned the small smile he offered in silent appreciation for one another.

and then the heavens opened.

the mad dash to your apartment was filled with laughter and shrieks from you both. feet slapping against the puddles on the ground as you passed through the lobby doors. your hair clumped in damp strands over your eyes as you began to ring out your damp clothing. inyeop’s jacket became heavy on your shoulders.

“you can’t go home in that. come up for a minute while it settles and you can dry off a little.”

his eyebrows wiggled suggestively in response earning a shove from you.

maeum was overly excited to see inyeop. almost as if you were scotch mist. as he crouched down to give her affection, you headed for your cupboard, pulling out a couple of warm towels for you both to dry off.

you found inyeop lying on his back by the front door, shoes half off with maeum lying on top of his chest giving him her utmost attention. he was mumbling away to himself and giggling.

“what are you laughing about?” the towel landed on his face, earning a scowl from his raindrop stained face.

he then started laughing to himself again.

“what?!” you exclaimed.

“nothing!” he defended, the smile still evident on his lips. you waited, eyebrow raised in questioning.

“it's just… what you said down there got me thinking about something.” you waited again, the silence beckoning more of an explanation for his madness.

he shrugged his sweater off, pulling it from the scruff of the neck over his head. one small flutter.

he proceeded to rush the towel through his hair, biceps flexing in the process. two small flutters.

the whole time, his eyes never flickered from yours. it was the ultimate taunting staredown that caused the third flutter.

you broke the silence first. “thinking about what?”

he neatly folded the towel and placed it over the back of the chair to dry off, his hair sticking up in all sorts of directions. in two quick strides, he was stood in front of you, toes touching and fingers reaching for the dry towel you held tightly in your clutches.

quietly, he ran the towel through your hair, careful to focus on drying it completely so that you didn’t get a cold. from just below his chin, you had the perfect view of his features as his eyebrows etched in concentration. you were dying to know what exactly was going through his mind. you cleared your through in an attempt to drag him out of his thoughts.

“well. downstairs you said something that reminded me of something you said before.” you nodded, indicating for him to elaborate. “when we first met, the night you walked out into the road. you asked me if we could be friends with benefits.”

a deep pink flushed in your cheeks as your hands flew up to cover them. his eyes met yours as the embarrassment washed over you. gotcha.

“I did not say that?!” you tried but the bellow that came from inyeop proved just how much he was enjoying seeing his best friend squirm. he knew back then exactly what you meant, but the thought that anything more could ever come between you haunted him since that day.

“that was what… half a year ago now. you were so innocent back then.” his hands dropped from drying your hair, but not within brushing under your chin quickly in taunt.

you were annoyed. you knew inyeop enjoyed teasing you but surely this was too far. your thoughts drew back to early that night when he pulled you away from the guy you had flirted with because you saw him watching. when you teased him, it was the only time you’d ever seen him hesitate. and you enjoyed it.

“I’m not innocent anymore,” you taunted. eyes narrowed into your own, inyeop focused on read your thoughts as he tried not to react. but he couldn’t help it. for the last few months, you played with each other until you almost crossed the line. but the thought of crossing the line, even just once, left a dull burning in his stomach.

“is that right?” he retorted, eyebrow raised as his face seemingly inched closer to yours.

“mmhm.” it was all you could say. your nose filled with the cologne he was wearing, it was a mix of warming vanilla, swirls of cinnamon and just… him. “how enchanting,” you muttered lowly, he didn’t hear anything.

he was too focused on the way your eyes flickered between his, searching for some kind of each. you were in the same position, you always were. seeing which one of you broke first. but he also knew it would be him. so then came his next words.

“okay… prove it.”

a gasp escaped your throat, a mixture of shock and a sudden craving for touch. “what?” it came out as a whisper.

“prove you’re not innocent. maybe we can expand on that friends with benefits deal we made.” he wasn’t holding back. he had done for far too long, constantly tiptoeing on the tension that could light up this entire apartment building.

your fingers inched closer to him, both for support in your knees that were about to buckle, but also with the overwhelming desire to make contact. his white tshirt clung perfectly to his torso. one night couldn’t hurt.

“okay,” you agreed. but held your hand up to his face quickly to stop him from leaning in. “but! it’s a one time thing. you said you could teach me things so we’ll treat it as that.” excuse after excuse poured out of you before you could stop it, fear that your feelings would multiply the moment his lips met yours.

his lips quirked slightly as he nodded in agreement. but as soon as he got a taste, it was like something was yelling from within, a burning desire that laid idly for so long threatening to overflow. his fingers grappled at the curve of your jaw to keep him grounded. your own pulled at the hem of his shirt, a silent begging for the moment you had both thought about but never acted upon.

your body flushed against his, he barely let go to pull his shirt over his head with one hand, the other planted in a grip at your waist. your lips parted momentarily only to be chasing after one another the moment the white material met the floor. he guided you blindly, knowing your apartment by the back of his hand, your lips locked in a desperate embrace.

the moment your knees hit the end of the bed, you fell backwards hitting the comforter softly. inyeop stood over you, quietly taking in your appearance below him. his eyebrow quirked with his signature smirk making an appearance.

“you sure you just want this to be a one time thing?” his fingers traced up your thigh in taunt.

you groaned and pulled him down to you, “shut up.”

and the night went on, whispers of affection, lips tracing across the plains of each other's skin as he showed you how the gods lived, and you proved to him your innocence melted away at the flick of his fingers. you decided then that you were wrong. it couldn’t be a one time thing. because the moment his lips reached for your own, any unease washed away as you were met with the melting pools of his eyes.

this was something only the two of you shared. the subtle touches and flirtation from the previous months finally adding up.

the clock flashed in the darkness, indicating that you were approaching the fourth hour of the day. inyeop’s fingers traced down your sides subconsciously as he pressed delicate kisses into your shoulder. you had laid in silence for what felt like hours, basking in each other’s warmth and sudden bursts of giggles as you reached for each other. you were wrapped up in everything about him - his delicate touch, his intoxicating scent, his plush lips that barely left any part of your body untouched.

it was him that broke the silence, pulling you to turn into his embrace, noses brushing as your heads rested against the same pillow. “that was fun.”

you giggled against his lips, his bluntness causing flowers to bloom in your chest. “it was.”

he exhaled slowly, fingers coming up to push your bangs away from your eyes, fingers grazing over your eyebrows. he realised his fingers moved subconsciously to smooth out the frown lines that were usually there… but were far from it in these early hours of the night.

“what do you think… about all this.” he questioned, hoping you didn’t regret the last few hours.

“it was… interesting.” you giggled as the worry on his face faded at your response. “we could… uh- make it a thing.”

“a thing?” he wiggled his eyebrows for the second time that night, suggestively hinting to you.

“yes, a thing.”

“like.. our thing?” his the pads of his fingers wandered the high points of your cheeks until he met your lips, brushing over them nonchalantly.

“sure. our thing.”

he was mesmerised by how your lips moved under his touch, silently scolding himself for not being this bold sooner. you were merely adding another layer onto your friendship, no strings attached.

but his eyes focused solely on your lips, the way they curved when you smiled, only at him. “how enchanting.” he whispered.

and that was how your arrangement began. best friends outside of these four walls. best friends with a twist the moment you stepped in through the door.

you often found yourself making excuses to remain in your apartment. simply sitting together and reading was enough for you, subtle touches coming with time as you tried to focus on the page in front of you.

but, trying to get his attention once he was engrossed in a book was difficult. you never expected the so-called bad boy to be a softy for mysterious quests and fending off evil. then again, that was one of the raging stereotypes inyeop constantly diminished.

maeum rested her head against his shoulder as she laid across the top of the sofa, tiny beige fur tickling his neck as she stretched out but he didn’t mind. maybe if you gave attention to maeum he might get a little jealous?

your intense stare, that was supposed to be for her, was often warped by the way his eyebrow quirked at a funny line, or his jawline sharpening abruptly as he stretched his neck from sitting in the same spot all day. his fingers grazing your ankle didn’t help the situation at all. until he caught you staring.

he lifted his head that was previously buried in Legends of Condor Heroes, his hand falling to his lap as he turned to you. his head hit the back of the sofa when his gaze pooled into your own; they glistened, his eyes, something it took you a long time to notice. he’d tell you it happened the moment you said yes… but you’d argue that it was there all along, the walls he built up disguising it from the world.

“what are you looking at?” he quipped, eyebrow raised as a subtle smirk rested on his lips. the way the corners turned up right at the edges formed a fuzzy feeling right in the pit of your stomach. and that’s why he did it - inyeop lived for the reaction he got from you.

“nothing,” you turned your head back to your own book. legs sliding back to your chest as you wrapped your arms around them; your chin rested against your knees while you tried to focus on the words on the page. you had his attention now – bingo.

a sudden jolt almost knocked you off the plush cushions, inyeop had lifted your feet to drape them back over his lap “where they belonged”. the novel he was so concentrated on before was now placed neatly on the armrest, the dog-ear bookmark on the corner resembling maeum’s. a small smile washed over his features when he realised what you were doing, fingers reaching up to tuck your fallen strands behind your ears. you weren’t expecting it; he barely flinched when he pulled you closer. you could see why everyone at school constantly stared, he wasn’t on the weaker side. it was growing more difficult to fight off the rush of emotion that came over you and swelling in your chest each time his eyes crinkled, intensely gazing into your own; his bad boy persona was diminishing little by little before your very eyes.

this arrangement made subtle touches toward each other a very normal thing. you found it difficult to keep your hands to yourself, especially in public. moments as you were walking down the street, your fingers would gravitate toward his.

“hi.” the crinkles around his eyes becoming deeper as he smiled. “someone wants attention.”

“aren’t you supposed to be going on a date soon?” you quipped, remembering that he wasn’t just yours to share.

he hummed, finger coming to his chin exaggeratedly as he stared off to the side in pretend thought. he did, but he knew where he’d rather be.

in response, your book was flung across the room, but not before he delicately folded at the corner of the page you were on. his fingers gripped onto your waist as he inhaled slowly, eyes wandering over your features like it was the first time he ever saw you.

“fancy a quick one?” that signature smirk was hard to say no to.

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A/N: part 2? ;)

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