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xdaddysprincessxx · 8 months

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In Every Lifetime

Demon!Ezra x Witch!Reader

Warnings: none, Reader is mid to late 20s, witchcraft, tarot, yes the witchy things depicted in this is real witchcraft things, use of Latin (look for the a/n at the end for the translation)

Summary: It’s fall of 1974 in your quiet small town of Chesterfield when everything falls apart. Or is it the beginning?

A/n: I’m super excited for this series, I hope y’all enjoy! This is not edited or beta’d, written on my phone, any mistakes are mine(: & the moodboard is made by moi!

🌙 A little ping sounds off as you enter your favorite used bookstore. The distinct smell of old books and worn leather floods your nose as you step inside. Ronald, the store owner, must be in the back, leaving the place all to yourself for the moment. You immediately head back to the nonfiction section hoping to find some books on the moon. Ever since you were little, you’ve found yourself drawn to the moon. Always a beacon of light for you in the darkness of the night. A few years ago for your birthday, your best friend Louise dragged you to a tarot reader to get your cards read. The first card the tarot reader pulled was the moon.

“Be wary of the illusion in front of you. Release your grip on your painful past and look for answers within yourself and your dreams.” the lady said.

Ever since that night you’ve poured yourself into learning everything you can about the moon, tarot and witchcraft. Since you’ve begun your craft, you’ve found you have quite a knack for kitchen witchery. But lately you’ve found yourself wanting to dabble in more mystic arts. To put it simply: you want to work more with the Greek goddess Selene and work on actually casting spells.

Lost in thought as your finger glides across all of the different book spines a sudden thud brings you back into the present. After jumping out of your skin you quickly look around trying to find the source of noise. That’s when you notice a small black book laying on the ground at your feet. Bending over to pick it up, you can’t help but feel a magnetic pull. Almost as if the book wants you to pick it up. Giving it a quick wipe to get the dust off, you realize it has no title on the front and a little lock holding it closed. Twisting the little knob you unlock the book and open to the first page. As you flip through the pages you realize it’s a journal filled with notes and little drawing of the moon, various spices and herbs and on one particular page; a drawing of a terrifying creature with horns and green eyes. Your curiosity got the better of you and you quickly put the journal in your bag before zipping it up and adjusting the strap that sits diagonally across your body. Giving the store one more quick glance around to make sure nobody saw you, you make your way back to the front and leave.

Once outside you make your way back home. The quaint little town you reside in seems quieter than normal for such a beautiful fall day. Colorful leaves scattered the ground and all the stores lining up and down main street all have their fall decorations adorning their windows. As your passing the little cafe on the corner, you can’t help but notice a stranger sitting at one of the little tables outside the cafe. Being in a small town you know everyone and everyone knows you. There is next to no type of privacy. And yet here this man sits with a small tea cup in front of him. With dark shades covering his eyes, he has a distinctive blonde patch on his otherwise dark brown hair. You find yourself staring at the man when you realize he’s smiling. At you.

“You do know it’s not polite to stare?” he says with an air of lightheartedness in a deep southern accent.

You begin to open and then close your mouth a few times before you found your words, “I am so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to stare. I- I just I’ve never seen you around here before. That’s all.”

The man’s smile widens as he sits back and tilts his head up at you, “And this is how you choose to show a stranger some hospitality?” he teases.

“I- welcome to Chesterfield mister. This cafe has a good herbal tea that cures colds and the diner down the street going”, as you point in the opposite direction, “that way has the best pancakes you’ve ever had and if your looking for something fun to do well then you’ve come to the wrong place. We have a rather rundown movie theater that only holds two movies at one time, the local high school has a pretty decent football team if your into that and here soon ole farmer Joel will be opening up his corn maze and hayrides to the public.” You say in a single breath. As much as you love living here it is a small town and there’s not much to offer.

“Well then I guess I’ll just have to find some other way to pass the time then. But thank you for that marvelous introduction to your beautiful town.” he says with a smirk still on his face.

“You have a good night now!” You say, rather high pitched, as you raise your hand to wave goodbye to the man.

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Soon enough Main Street is a distance behind you as you turn into your neighborhood. With just a little bit longer before your home, you can’t shake the feeling that your being watched. The feeling is so sudden and strong it makes you stop in your tracks. Looking around real quick to see if anyone was following you, you find your the only one outside. Now that’s weird. You’re the only one. No cars driving by, no kids outside playing, the only noise is the wind rustling the leaves. It’s as if your in a ghost town. Unnerved you start walking again, this time with a little pep in your step so you can get home faster.

You live at the dead end in your neighborhood. A small, one story brick house with a tree in the front yard and two jack o lanterns sitting with their smiling faces on your front porch. You speed walk up your driveway, speeding past your little Volkswagen bug as you make your way up the few stairs leading to your front door. You unlock your front door, getting inside and shutting the door quickly as if you were running from someone. Placing your keys on the hook you take your shoes off and go to throw your bag onto the couch. Making your way into the kitchen you pull out your favorite mug and grab the tasty tea mixture you recently made and started making you a hot cup of tea to help calm your nerves.

Walking back into the living room while you wait for the water to heat up, you plop down on the couch and go to retrieve the journal laying inside your bag. Unlocking the little lock holding the journal closed, you open it to the first page and start reading. You soon find yourself immersed in this strangers writings. Different spices and herbs listed with descriptions on the best time to use them and for what purpose, the different moon phases and rituals to do during them. Looking at your calendar you realize tonight is a full moon. Perfect you think, no time like the present to try out a ritual you found in this mystery journal. What could go wrong?

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Excitement fills you making it hard to wait until midnight to perform this ritual. You cleared the floor of your bedroom, lifting the rug you had laying down so you could write these symbols on your hardwood floor. Sitting in the middle of the triple moon symbol drawn with chalk and covered with a mixture of cinnamon, aloe, mugwort and hibiscus combined and crushed to a powder. You have a single red candle sitting in front of you with the journal laid open to the page depicting the full moon ritual. Repeating the incantation in your head, you glance over at your clock noticing it just hit midnight. Clearing your throat you speak out loud,

Vivamus, moriendum est

Ergo dum me diligis

Cor meum tuum est

And so it shall be.

As soon as the words left your mouth, you heard a loud, incessant banging on your door right before a gush of wind blew your candle out seemingly taking every light out with it.

A/n: !!! Okay I really hope y’all like this! Yes the moon is the star of this show! The incantation is Latin meaning: Let us live, for we must die. So long as you love me, my heart is yours. Let me know how y’all like it! I’m already working on chp 2 now! Happy hauntings my little witches 🌙

#demon ezra #ezra prospect #ezra x reader #demon!ezra x witch!reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal cinematic universe #pedro pascal characters #in every lifetime #ezra x f!reader

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something-something-here · 4 months

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Ok, I wrote this in a hashtag but I think this thought deserves more attention because it's something I hadn't thought about before reading the 'is your heart still beating for me?' fic (by @ commander_lexa in Ao3) but the thing is that Artemis is not the only one mourning. Zoë arrives at Elysium, and then what? She still has all her memories, she meets old friends and she is happy for a while, but there are no stars in Elysium, no twilight and no moon.

And Zoë can't help but think of home, the hunters, are they ok? Are they happy? Do they miss her? Is [hunter] practicing her aim? Did [hunter] finally learn that recipe she was so excited about? What new types of arrows has [hunter] come up with? Are there new recruits? Are they settling well? How has Thalia been doing? Is the position putting too much pressure on her? Is she ok? Does she feel welcomed?

And Zoë can't help but miss them, smell hot chocolate coming out from one of the houses in Elysium... [Hunter] makes it just like that, with a hint of cinnamon. This was [hunter]'s favourite thing to cook.

And of course, for her there is no home without Artemis. Artemis' tent was warmer... Artemis would like the open space of these fields... They would have explored them all, together... Artemis preferred her chocolate this way... Artemis would have been just as bored as me without anything to hunt... Artemis would have liked seeing our old friends...

How is she? Is she taking care of herself? Does she miss her? Is she updating the reports or is she putting it off again? Has she found someone else? Is she happy?

There are no stars in Elysium, there is no moon, but everywhere she looks, she's there. In the fields, in the gentle breeze, in the laughter of the girls and the vastness of it all.

Her life was devoted to her, her every breath and every heartbeat, and now so is her afterlife, her every thought, her soul still burning.

I think she'd go for reincarnation, maybe in hopes to see her again, and, whether that actually happens or not (and, of course Artemis would immediately recognise her), every time she looks at the night sky there is something she simply cannot explain, she might not remember her name, but she remembers her love and devotion. In every life she feels her, restless, loving her even without knowing, she always finds her way back to her.

"Only you, you're the only thing I'll see forever

In my eyes, in my words, and in everything I do

Nothing else but you ever

And there's nothing for me but

Maria

Every sight that I see is

Maria

Tony, Tony

Always you, every thought I'll ever know

Everywhere I go, you'll be

All the world is only

You and me!"

—Stephen Sondheim

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liquid-luck-00 · 1 year

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Maribat Secret Santa 2022

is it late... yes

did it grow out of control and need a part 2... also yes

but without further ado for my secret santa recipient @intercoursefluids

In Every Lifetime

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Life after life, death after death, whether they would find each other or not they knew the other was searching for them land, sea, or even the skies for them. Their dreams a guiding light to one another. The powers and magic practiced and hidden in order to protect them. After centuries they learned they would always share a birthdate, which in the newer ages of technology made it slightly easier to find one another, if there weren't so many more people now, and the gods never made it easy for them. But reincarnations are both a blessing and a curse.

•••

"Please don't take her!" He begged clutching her limp lifeless form, still warm despite knowing otherwise.

The two gods stared at him, watching him, waiting. They were the final two, creation and destruction, to choose their vessels. Yet here they were watching silently this mournful event unfold.

The boy reached for a sheathed sword. "I will find who did this and they will pay." He grit out, tears of rage and sadness rolled down his face.

"The price, if you are willing to pay it, is an expensive one." The god of destruction offered, as they finally appeared before the boy.

"Who are you." The boy's eyes flicked between the two of them.

"You humans really are a suspicious bunch."

"What Plagg is trying to say is we want to make a deal with the two of you." The goddess, Tikki, responded.

"The... two..." He looked to his side where the spirit of the girl in his arms, sat beside him. "What deal do you propose?" The boy didn't look at them, but at the spirit at his side.

"We want to use the two of you as vessels." Plagg stated bored. "Thus, the two of you will reincarnate."

"Then why say the price shall be expensive." He asked the two gods, finally turning away from the girl.

Tikki was the one who answered. "Because you may or may not meet one another in each lifetime. But if you do you will loose one another time and time again."

"If that is the cost I..." The boy looked over at the girl again, who nodded. "We are willing to pay it."

"We the kwamii, gods of creation and destruction, imbue the both of you with our powers. You shall reincarnate time and time again, and we will watch over you to aid your existence.”

•••

He had a mission to complete, but these annoying dreams would not let him rest.

He watched as a girl his age rushed around a palace of sorts. They weren't unsettling, just peculiar, almost as if he were witnessing her life.

It wasn't until he reached the palace that was constantly in his dreams that he understood them. Granted if he listened to that annoying voice in his ear he might have figured it out sooner. The roads he travelled became familiar, faces and places as well.

That's when he noticed her, a daughter of a feudal lord, his target. She turned and their eyes connected.

Their past flashed behind his eyes.

His mission forgotten and forfeited.

"Wǒ de tài yáng." Her smile was as bright as in the previous life they shared.

"Wǒ de yuè liàng." He whispered in response. Public appearance the only reason the both of them restrained themselves from jumping into each other’s arms.

It wasn't until the night covered the sky that he dared find her again.

"I was hoping you'd come, Hēi Māo." she watched him a soft smile ever present.

"Piáo Chóng, I promise in this life and every life to come I will find you no matter what." He held her close, whispering into her hair.

"And I you. If you promise to lead me to you in your dreams." He nodded into her not wanting to let her go.

"Only if you do the same."

Their peace didn’t last long. It only took a single cycle of the moon for the guards to realize that someone was constantly coming into the palace after dark. The guards stormed in and dragged him away from his beloved.

He heard her cries and screams trying to come back to him. But he constantly kept getting dragged further and further, her voice becoming softer and softer in the distance.

That is until he heard her footsteps, felt her soothing presence of her newly present magic near him.

"I can’t lose you again. I won’t."

In that moment they both knew they would take their lives, knowing that they’d find each other in the next.

But until then they wouldn’t fear the dark so long as they had each other.

The poison vials that Hēi Māo kept on his belt broke in each of their mouths, the guards to shocked to stop them.

The little voices that rang in their heads spoke out.

Find each other in your next life as you will always be reincarnated together.

•••

The gods did not favor mortals, less their children. But that was not here nor there.

She was abandoned by her parents, an affinity for magic caused them to fear godly retribution. They feared she was a child of Hades, because when she was born jewels materialized on her ears.

The fact of the matter was quite different. She knew, she wasn't of godly descent. She was something else.

So, they left her, a hunter of Artemis later found her. Where she was raised with the Amazons until she joined the hunt.

By then she knew she was able to draw upon the power of beings called kwamii, specifically the spirit inhabiting her jewelry. At least that is what Tikki calls herself. She knows that Tikki isn't telling her everything, but she knows there must be a reason.

She travelled with the goddess of the hunt until a fated day.

The battle was bloody, both sides lost lives. She was the oldest of the hunters there at the moment, she saw them as her younger sisters. When she noticed the volley of arrows heading towards them.

And that’s when the world shook the only thought on her mind her sisters.

To protect Artemis, the hunters, the Amazons that that raised her, that became her family.

She decided to sacrifice herself in order to protect everyone she cared for. In a matter of seconds, the magic exploded from her, disintegrating the arrows creating a veil that stopped the enemy forces from attacking.

she had never used so much magic at once. So much so, she know that it cost her, her life. But she also knew that she would do it again each and every single one of her lives.

She reached up to her ears and plucked the jewels from them. Artemis tentatively stepped forward.

"Amira." The goddess finally reached her. She was kneeling on the ground knowing full well she could not stand up, even if she wanted to. She was a warrior, but even she knew when she shouldn't push her mortal body further.

Amira raised her hand and placed the jewels into the hand of Artemis.

A much smaller, almost looking like a little ladybug, the kwamii of creation appeared to them.

"The world still needs ladybug at this time. Artemis goddess of the hunt, this is my jewel find a worthy warrior until the day comes that we shall reincarnate."

"You are a Kwamii, meaning you are a miraculous." She looked between both of them. "That is understood being of creation." she held the jewels closer. "Amira, my sister, until we meet again." Silver tears fell onto the goddess's face.

•••

She led armies, she sacrificed her entire being for her country.

But this, this was not what she hoped for.

Here she was shackled and ridiculed. Escorted to the gallows like a criminal.

"Joan of Arc, you are charged with being a witch and heretic. How do you plead?"

Head held high she stared at the man condemning her to her death. "No matter my response, you will have my head."

"The price for your insolence is your death."

She was promptly grabbed and pushed down. She heard the executioner raise his axe. So, she stared forwards, meeting a pair of emerald, green eyes.

Memories flashed behind her mind. Moments of blissful joy, unending sorrow, life and death entwined in a never-ending cycle of pain and happiness.

In that second, she finally understood those words spoken those many centuries before. It truly was an expensive price to pay.

"Mon Sol." She whispered, seeing her other half realize it at the same time.

"Mi Luna." She saw him month, seconds before her life ended.

They would always be destined to watch one another die, over and over.

•••

Centuries have passed. She and the others have fought wars. Seen the rise and fall of various civilizations.

But nothing stops the pain she feels every time either she or her sun dies. They may not meet in every life, but they know that they will find one another.

•••

Marinette was a normal girl, well normal-ish. (Tikki had learned to hide herself, among her chosen's families belongings, instead of appearing suddenly.)

Ever since she was small she knew she was different.

She's known since the little goddess Tikki told her when she was five. However, she's known since before. The goddess had always been with her, but she had a magic no one else seemed to notice. Although her luck skewed badly.

But the most intriguing was the boy she constantly saw in her dreams. Because of him she took several martial arts which she excelled in naturally. She quickly got bored of them as she rose through the ranks quickly. In the end she stuck to gymnastics and fencing.

But it wasn't until her tenth birthday it all came to a head.

Her Nonna took her on a trip to visit some friends in the United States.

They were in Gotham and were going to meet a friend named Alfred, but first dinner. Unfortunately, that was pushed back a bit.

She felt an all to familiar pull, but this time it was stronger, so she followed it.

She ran out of the restaurant when her Nonna's attention was off of her. Marinette ran following the pull that seem to be leading her somewhere deeper into the city. She doesn’t know what this pull was or why it constantly seems to pull her in different directions. All she knew was that she should follow it in this moment.

She doesn’t know how long she ran for, it might not have been long at all actually, but one thing she knows is she just ran into a fight.

The much younger of the two raised a sword to man who was fallen on the ground, but that’s when a third arrived. Nightwing, if she remembers correctly, kicked the younger boy which threw his sword into the air, which he then caught.

"The psychos just keep getting younger." The masked vigilante commented.

But her attention was on the boy, the force almost unbearable now pulling her to the boy, but she wouldn’t move. In this match between the two, the boy was completely blinded by anger, Nightwing attempting to subdue him. Snarls and insults, comments being hurled as the two fought, but she couldn't hear.

The boy looked around trying to find an opening, trying to find anything, and that's when he found her. They’re eyes met and he stopped. The blinding anger faded from him as he froze watching her.

And she knows what was going on in his mind. Because the same was happening to her, all the memories of their past lives, every interaction the two ever had was laid out for their minds to see.

But that give Nightwing the opportunity that he needed.

"Mon sol." Was barely audibly whispered and she was again frozen in her tracks.

Nightwing however never once noticed her, seeing as his back was turned to her a majority of the time, and is now presently. Her and was promptly tied up, gagged, and then hung from the light pole like a piñata. And unfortunately, Nightwing still hasn’t noticed her, as he started a call on speaker.

"Talk." A gravely monotone voice answered.

"Missing something?" Nightwing asked, annoyance and disbelief clear in his voice.

"Not in the mood for games." Came the response on the phone.

"I have a kid here." Nightwing paused looking up at the boy hanging in the air. "Says he's your son."

"I'll be right there."

The call ended, And Nightwing finally seemed to look around, thus noticing her.

He froze, and more than likely for good reason. Marinette knows that he doesn’t know how long she’s been there, if from the beginning, or if she just arrived, or if she’s heard the entire conversation. She stood there quietly staring between the vigilante, the man unconscious on the ground, and her soulmate strung up in the air.

She didn’t say a word Nightwing straighten himself up and took a step towards her. She instinctively took a step back, still reeling from the events that just flipped through her mind and the fight she had just witnessed.

Oddly enough that’s exactly when a few others showed up. First was the Batman, who went towards the other two.

Nightwing stepped in front of her blocking them.

That is when her Nonna finally found her.

"My little faerie, what are you doing? I turned around and you were gone." Her Nonna began to scold her. Marinette barely processing what is being told said to her.

"Sorry I..." The words got stuck in her throat, not knowing what actually say. "I don’t know what happened?"

It was a lie she knew it was a lie, but there was truth in it. She didn’t know why she was pulled when she started to run, but now she did. She doesn’t know why she stayed, when she could just easily turn around, instead of listening to the conversation.

"Miss?"

Nightwing again approached the two of them blocking her view of the Batman and her sol.

"Thank you for making sure she is safe. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t been here." Her Nonna began to thank Nightwing. Not noticing noticing the man on the ground with a blade near him.

Nightwing looked unsure of how to proceed, as if wanting to ask Marinette more but not knowing if he should. He looked towards Marinette, and she gently shook her head, a signal to him not to say a thing.

"Thank you Monsieur Nightwing. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you didn’t arrive on time." She looked up at him her eyes big, a small smile on her face, acting slightly saved as ice and memories swarmed her.

"Nightwing." The Bat's voice sounded from behind them the man, previously on the ground, cuffed sirens heard approaching.

"Right. Be careful the both of you Gotham is dangerous."

With that Nightwing turned and walked towards the Bat.

She tried to find a boy again but couldn’t. She assumes that he is inside the Batmobile but isn’t completely sure. She’s turned and was led away from the scene until they reach the restaurant, her appetite gone, mind racing.

"My little Faerie?" Her Nona pulled her attention. "Don’t forget you’re to meet my friend, and his family."

"Right Nonna."

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The entire car ride back to the manner was silent.

His blind anger and vengeance no longer consumed his mind.

His qamari was here. In this very city. But he knew he couldn't escape this place twice in the same night.

So, he stood silently watching the fake son receive stitches, by his father‘s butler, Pennyworth. It wasn’t until then that he noticed, the ever present familiar soul, the way he moved, the energy that he radiated, it was like his own.

In that moment he clenched his always gloved hands. A ring has been embedded into his skin and with it an annoying little presence called a Kwamii, named Plagg. Because of his constant company, the small pocket god destruction, enhanced Damian's abilities, greater than the League expected from him.

Fortune always seems to be in his favor, Plagg said it’s because he lacked it, today he realized what Plagg had meant. He was a reincarnation, he was a miraculous, just like Pennyworth seems to be.

They were talking but he wasn’t exactly keeping pace with their conversation.

"Are you all right Master Dick?" The fake grimaced before answering.

"I took the cut; I can take the stitch."

"Maybe you need more anesthetic." He didn’t mean to say it, it’s not that he actually cared about him, he just didn’t want to see him in pain anymore, pain he caused.

"And maybe you need to find..."

"Master Dick!" Pennyworth cut the fake son off.

He was going to say something else I stopped himself.

"The Blood Sun." He whispered back, the empty cave allowing the two men down below to hear him.

"Blood thirsty, more like it." He heard the fake say.

He didn’t deny it, he knew it was true.

In every life he had blood was stained on his hands. And nothing he says or does can change that. He clenched his every loved hand feeling the cold metal of the ring burn into his skin. But he turned and walked away.

He went up to the room that was prepared for him, sat in the middle of the bed back pressed up against the headboard, and began to meditate.

Well in reality he was speaking with Plagg. Now that his memories were unlocked he would be able to tell him more, but did he really want to hear it is the question.

"Well, this was earlier than ever before." A nasally voice almost cackled in front of him.

"Tt. I realize that but why? Why did I never notice she was so close?" the asked aloud.

"You know the answer kid. You were so blinded by your rage and hatred and the need for vengeance, you blocked everything else. You blocked her until she could no longer be blocked from you. You blocked the other miraculous who has been trying to help you since you got here. What else is there to say?"

"But I didn’t mean to." He was being to tear, voice caught in his throat, as a single line from his past seemed to hold him. "I promised I would always find her, but I didn’t even try in this life." His tears fell onto his cheeks, Plagg not knowing what else to do. Simply curled up into a ball on the top of his head.

"You did your best kid with what you were given, don’t hesitate to be happy. To be a kid for once."

"But…"

"No buts." with that the two sat in comfortable silence.

A knock was at the door and Pennyworth slowly opened it. Plagg disappeared from this plane.

"We are to have guests over tonight Master Damien. If you would be so gracious to appear tonight."

He nodded. Pennyworth was closing the door when his curiosity finally couldn’t be restrained.

"Pennyworth." The man looked back in. "You are miraculous, aren’t you?"

Upon hearing this a sly smile appeared on the older man’s lips.

"As are you, although that took longer for you to realize than I expected." With that Pennyworth left the room.

But he knew she was still near him.

He got dressed in more civilian attire and went down, mostly following Pennyworth's energy signature. He went down and ended up in the kitchen where he saw Pennyworth preparing a cake. Damian never once said it was his birthday, he doesn't believe it’s anyone else in the house, so deduction must mean that it’s for the people who are visiting.

"Who are we to celebrate?"

The older gentleman looked up and simply answered him in kind.

"The granddaughter of a friend who is visiting today. I expect you to be on your best behavior understood Master Damian."

"Only if the fake acts accordingly."

That’s when he noticed a plain vanilla cake with pink buttercream and strawberries.

"She likes to have strawberries with dark chocolate."

He doesn’t know why he said it, it probably made no sense to Pennyworth, because he had never met her, he had never met her. And it probably wasn’t for her anyways. The older man looked up at him.

"Sorry." And Damian turned on his heel and over towards one of the rooms closest to the front door.

He was miserable. The only thing he wanted to do was be outside of this house searching for her, some thing, Plagg specifically, told him he should sit still. And one thing he’s learned over these last few millennia, is to listen when Plagg is serious.

So, he sat down, the fake son came in with him, almost like a guard dog. But he didn’t care.

"The people coming over are civilians, they don’t know about the bat , they are not enemies understood."

The older man didn't say it in a condescending or rude tone, it was more like casual conversation.

"I know how to be have myself." He made quick eye contact and then went around and studied the room.

The doorbell rang and both of them moved to exit the room. Damian stood between the fake and his father, white Pennyworth opened the door.

"Alfie, my friend it's been much much too long." A cheerful voice rang in the hallway. "And that’s a little Brucie. My he's grown."

Pennyworth chuckled. "You haven’t changed at all, Gina." A smile on his face. "And who is this?"

Alfred motioned to a girl who was still hidden behind the woman named Gina.

"My granddaughter." The woman stepped aside and then behind the girl, the woman placing her hands on both of the girl's shoulders. "Marinette, my little faerie."

He took a step forward, but someone caught his shoulder, well actually two people. Introductions were promptly made, all the while each one of his shoulders were being held back by the fake and his father respectively, almost as if they were scared that he would attack her.

But what surprised the men however was when they sat down, in the parlor, she sat next to him.

It was comforting speaking with her again, someone he's known for so long/she is his true love, his other half of his soul. He felt at ease with her for the first time in this life.

Their conversations turned from shared memories of the past to those the other never met, the friends they made, the people they gained to trust, as well as those they hope they will see again. What they didn’t notice was the room became silent except for them. Marinette was reminiscing of someone she came to trust from a place called Paradise Island a goddess and a warrior, but that is when Alfred interjected.

"Have you visited Paradise Island before Miss Marinette?"

This shocked the other two men in the room, for a reason that he will more than likely understand very soon, however Gina was the first to respond.

"Alfie, I don’t know how you kept up with them, that was Greek to me."

"Indeed, it was."

Came in response to which both he and Marinette realized they had been bouncing through the different tongues they learned throughout their lifetimes.

"I unfortunately couldn’t understand the first part of it. Do either of you mind elaborating?"

He and Marinette shared a look, but it was her who spoke first. "What is there to say? Anywhere you visit can be a paradise if that’s how you see it."

“That is one way to see it.” His father nodded, but he noticed the fake watching them studiously.

“That’s my little faerie, always looking on the bright side.”

“I’ve learned it’s not good to regret anything.” She smiled looking back at him.

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luxshine · 2 months

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Brindavadaam, గోవిందుడు అందరివాడేలే | Govindudu Andarivadele (2014), RRR (2022) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Abhiram (Govindudu Andarivadele)/Krishna (Brindavadaam), Alluri Sitarama Raju/Komaram Bheem Characters: Abhiram (Govindudu Andarivadele), Krishna (Brindavadaam), Indu (Brindavadaam), Bhoomi (Brindavadaam), Alluri Sitarama Raju, Komaram Bheem Additional Tags: Love Potion/Spell, Falling In Love, Reincarnation, True Love Summary:

Krish needs to decide whom he loves more, if Indu or Bhoomi. However, when the two girls come to him with a way to choose that won't hurt anyone in the process (Or so they claim), a third option comes in that may either break his heart, or teach the most loveable man on Earth the meaning of True Love.

#Abhiram/Krishna #Abhi/Krish #Govindudu Andarivadele #Brindavadaam #Rambheem #Indu/Bhoomi #Malli as an old lady #Love Potion #Spells #Falling in love #Reincarnation #True Love #RRR #RRR adjacents #Ram and Bheem find each other #in every lifetime

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thegreatkarma · 6 months

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and isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?

fear street 1666, fear street 1994

#taylor swift #swifties #fear street #sam fraser #deena johnson #sarah fier #hannah miller #sameena #fiermiller #folklore #this song is so them #in every lifetime #it makes me cry that sam and deena have what sarah and hannah couldn’t

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marikitten · 22 days

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Nature will always be me, I am a piece of it and will always be a part of it 🙏

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sugurusmoon · 1 month

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Conversations with my dead beloved

Him: “Would you have peeled an orange for me?”

Me: “Are you seriously asking me that? After everything?

I would have peeled a pomegranate for you.

Fuck, I would have swallowed the seeds whole and followed you straight into hell, the juices on my lips staining yours with my kiss.”

Him: (sighing) “You’re utterly hopeless, you know that, right?”

Me: “I’m not the one who is dead.”

Him: “You’re the one still talking to me 5 years later. Your romanticism knows no limits.”

Me: “Neither does my love…”

Him: “I know…I am the one who’s dead.”

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inyourheartofhearts · 2 months

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🖤

#lovers #twin flames #twinflame #twin souls #soul connection #in love #in every universe #in every lifetime

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poutyhatesyou · 6 months

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“You filled a part of my soul I always thought would be empty, and you healed scars I never knew existed. And I realized...it's not that I didn't believe in love before. It's that I was saving it all for you.”

#unknown #not my quote #soulmates #forever and a day #twin flame #in every lifetime

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writingkap · 2 years

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i dont know how else to explain bc there’s a lot going on, but another soulmate au!

come with my favourite entities as they skip through realms and see how Kimhan And Porchay were always meant to be that’s cheesy and cliche but that is the very core of this story

#kimchay #kimhan theerapanyakul #porchay kittisawasd #porchay kittisawat #soulmates au #kimchay au #in every universe #in every lifetime #shitumblrtag #kinnporsche the series #kimhan and porchay

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xdaddysprincessxx · 6 months

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In Every Lifetime

Demon Ezra x witch!f!reader

Warnings: major character death, f masturbation, p in v (use protection ya filthy animals!), blow job, the plot thickens, Ezra is uncut (I’m trying something new here), not beta’d, very lightly edited, let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: You run into the man from the cafe again. But this time you don’t walk away from him. . .

A/n: I am so sorry this took me so long to update. I work full time, have two kids, other hobbies I like to enjoy occasionally. I would say I promise to be better but honestly I’ll never change. I write when I have the energy and brain power. So yea 🤷🏻‍♀️ but if you still stick around for when I do, just know I love you so much, you’re the greatest 🫶🏼

Blinking your eyes open, you slowly wake up realizing what just happened was a dream. An all too real dream considering the wet spot on your sheets. You manage to slightly fall out of bed, catching yourself before you fall face first and hit the floor. Getting on your feet you walk to your bathroom. After that dream you need a cold shower. You can still feel the man all over you and in you. After starting the shower and letting it warm up a bit, you walk over to the counter and stare at your reflection in the mirror that hangs above the sink. It takes a few seconds for your brain to register but you have a deep purple bruise on your neck almost looks like. . . No. Nope it can’t be. It was a dream!! How the hell could you have gotten a hickey from a man in your dream?! As much as that logic makes sense you can’t help but have this gut feeling that this bruise is a hickey given by your dream guy. The guy from the cafe. You’ve got to find this man again. Except you don’t really know anything about him or how to find him.

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The ghost of the man’s touch on your body kept you keyed up so much you had to take care of yourself in the shower. Making yourself cum twice in the shower alone before getting out and drying off. Walking back into your room you stand in front of your full body length mirror and dropping your towel. Inspecting yourself all over, you seem to almost glow. Your skin seems clearer, your eyes shining bright, your hair even seemed to be longer and the color brighter. You caress your neck where the hickey is, your hands moving down your body touching your breasts. Cupping both breasts and giving them a squeeze. Your mouth dropping open in an O shape. Even your sense of touch seems to be heightened. Whatever you did with that ritual, it has taken place in you, blooming within. Your hands continue on their journey down coming to rest on your mound. One hand moves to caress your slit up and down. Mesmerized by your own beauty as you spread your lips open taking in the beauty of your cunt. Your fingers find their way to your clit, slowly begin to move in soft, precise circles. It feels like the first time you discovered your clit and how good it felt experimenting with touch down there. Your other hand goes back up to your breast and you give your nipple a gentle tug before rolling your nipple back and forth between your fingertips. Lost in the feeling of your approaching orgasm, a name pops in your head as does an image of the man from the cafe.

“Ezra. .” You moan quietly to yourself. The name rolling off your tongue, tasting sinfully delicious as you do. Your fingers start to speed up as you get closer to coming when all of a sudden a scratching noise at your window pulls you from your trance. Immediately you stop and drop your hands as you jump a little from the sudden noise. Shaking your head, you chalk it up to some leaves rustling around in the wind. You go over to your dresser and pull out a pair of panties before grabbing your favorite high waisted bell bottom jeans that hug your hips just right and a maroon sweater. You brush your hair out before twisting it up into a clip. Feeling ready for the day, you slip on your shoes, grab your purse and the journal and head out the door. The weather is overcast, causing the sky to be gray and gloomy on this chilly, fall day.

Walking down the steps off your porch, you head toward the side walk as you make your way to the cemetery. Your grandmother was buried there several years ago. She was the one to raise you and you missed her dearly. Today just felt like a good day to go and sit with her and read more of the journal.

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The sky was overcast and the chill in the air was crisp. Colorful fall leaves blew past you as the wind picked them up. As you approached the cemetery, a black cat came up and started walking in between your legs, purring.

“Hey there kitty, you’re beautiful aren’t you? Yea you are. Pretty kitty.” You praise the animal as you bend down to stroke the cats head in between it’s ears. The cat presses it’s head into your hand, closes its eyes and gives you a big purr.

“Well come on little baby let’s go visit Gram. Might as well join us.”

You walk through the gates and make your way to Grams headstone. You didn’t have to walk too far in since she’s buried right in front. Just a few headstones over, front row;

Here Lies Betty Hewitt, Beloved Mother & Grandmother

Sitting down, criss crossed, next to the headstone, you lean against the side of it and pull out your journal. The stray cat makes itself at home, curling up in your lap, resting it’s little black head on your knee. The cat lifts its head, looking at you with the prettiest green eyes before meowing and laying back down.

“Hey Gram. I’m sorry it’s been awhile since I’ve been out here. I did find this journal the other day at the book store. It’s actually pretty cool, I even did a little ritual I found in it. I wish you were here Gram.” You sigh as your emotions hit you like a train. Most days aren’t terrible but sometimes you get hit with the grief and the realization she’s no longer with you and it makes it hard to breathe. It’s like your lungs seize up and your heart is squished under the insurmountable pressure of the loss.

You open up the journal and start reading. After a few minutes of reading you get to the ritual you did,

“Oh Gram! Here it is! It says under the- ouch! Hey!” The cat had seemed spooked, jumped up and clawed at your hand causing you to drop the journal.

“Meeeeooooooowwwww!” The cat said to you, using a tone that came off as ‘Shut up dumbass that’s a secret!’ Then the cat took off, running off to the back of the cemetery.

“That was rude kitty. Ow that really does hurt.” You say to yourself as you inspect the little scratch you now have on the side of your thumb. Before you get the chance to open the journal again or even go back to talking to your Gram, you hear leaf’s crunching as someone approaches you. Keeping your head down and eyes focused on the journal in your lap, assuming it’s someone just there to pay their respects to the dead.

“Well if it isn’t the towns welcoming committee I’ll be. You know I was hoping to run into you again. Given the cheerful intro you gave me I wanted to pick your brain a little more about the town and other things.”

You’re eyes shot up as you recognized the voice immediately. His southern drawl sending chills down your spine. You head swivels fast as you turn to see the man from the cafe standing about a headstone and a half away from you.

“Hey stranger. Seems like it’s our thing to run into each other in random places. Pray tell what are you doing in the cemetery?” You respond, trying your best to sound witty and not at all caught off guard. It also doesn’t help that your pussy is remembering that sexy little dream you had staring this handsome stranger that is standing in front of you.

Chuckling, “Yea that sounds like us. It looks like we outta get on up out of here darlin. Looks like rains coming.” He says as he looks up at the sky as it darkens. Not even a second passed before you feel a rain drop hit your cheek.

Wiping the rain drop off your face, you grab your stuff and stand up, “Damn I knew it was a gloomy day but I wasn’t expecting it to actually rain.” You say quietly to yourself with a hmpf.

“Well isn’t it your lucky day sugar. I’m parked right over here. Maybe we can wait this weather out and I can pick your brain. What do ya say?” He nods towards a 1969 black Dodge Charger sitting under a tree right outside the cemetery gates.

Huh, that’s funny, you think. That car wasn’t there before. Before you can answer, the rain starts pouring down.

“Shit okay let’s go!” You say as you begin to walk quickly to the man’s car with just a few steps behind you.

“Doors unlocked!” He shouts at you as you both get to the car. You go around the front of the hood and swiftly open the door and get in. Closing the door with a hmpf as he slides into the drivers seat.

Putting a few loose strands of your wet hair behind your ear as you look over at the man, only to see him staring back at you with an adoring smirk on his face. Water drips from a curl dangling over his eye, sliding down his cheek. A big, cheesy grin spreads across your face as his smirk grows into a toothy smile. The both of you start giggling together as if someone told a joke only the two of you get.

“You know you’ve never told me your name. I guess if we’re gonna continue running into each other we should probably be on a first name basis huh?” You say as you continue on telling him your name.

“Ezra. My names Ezra. And it is my absolute pleasure to meet you sweet girl.” He says as he reaches over and grabs your hand, brings it up to his mouth and lays a gentle kiss on your knuckles while staring deep into your soul.

His gravelly, southern drawl scratches an itch you didn’t know you had. Without warning your brain immediately starts replaying your dream and your pussy starts to clench around nothing. You squirm in your seat a little trying your best to shove those thoughts deep into your subconscious.

You feel a hot blush creep up your neck and cheeks as you forget how to speak and just give him this shy smile and pull your hand back after he releases it.

“Pray tell what are you reading? It must be good if you brought it here to share with the dead.” He says as he points at the journal on your lap.

“Oh! This. . This is uh . Well if I’m totally honest with you, I’m not entirely sure what to call it. I found it at the bookstore the other day. The day I first ran into you actually. It um jumped out at me”, you say with a tiny giggle, “How do you feel about witchcraft?”

His lips perk up into that little half smile he does, “Witchcraft? Personally I don’t practice but I do believe in it if that’s what your asking. I’m not one of those “Everything is evil and Satanic” weirdos.” He put his fingers up to mimic quotation marks as he said that last bit.

A breathless giggle escaped your lips, “Good to know. Well this is a journal. It has these incantations, rituals, it breaks down different herbs and spices and when and how to use them and a bunch more of these tips and advice. Funny story actually, um I performed a little ritual I found in here. Although I think I messed up somewhere because I don’t think it did anything.”

For whatever reason you feel incredibly comfortable and the words just start to tumble out of your mouth, wanting to tell Ezra everything. His brow quirks up as his tongue darts out enough to wet his bottom lip as he sits and listens to you with this absolute enrapture.

For the next couple of hours, the two of you sit in his car and talk. You talk about the journal and your journey with witchcraft and your life growing up, things you did, things you wanna do. Mostly Ezra kept the conversation on you. He would add little bits of his own life here and there but for the most part he was still a huge mystery to you. A very handsome and much welcomed mystery. Before you even notice, you’ve already spent the greater part of your day chatting with Ezra.

“Oh wow is it already 6 o’clock? Huh time flies when your having fun doesn’t it?” You say to him with a laugh as you happen to glance at the clock on the dash.

“It sure does pretty girl. Hell one could even say time ceases to exist when stuck in close proximity to a goddess such as yourself.” He leans on his arm closest to you as he leans his face in more. You can’t help but take a sharp breath as you glance down at his lips and back to his eyes. Barely a breath away from those plush lips of his. You notice he does the same and soon your both looking into each others eyes as he reaches over with his other hand and gently pulls you by your chin to meet his lips. Your eyes close as your lips meet. His lips are so soft as they gently press against yours. The smallest kiss before your lips retract, opening your eyes to search his face before taking charge and surging your lips back on his in a more heated kiss. He takes no time in licking your lips as if to ask permission to come inside. Permission granted, you open your mouth and let him in. His tongue is quick to lick inside you, tongues gliding against each other, licking and tasting each other. The hand on your chin moves down the side of your neck and grabs the base of your head and holds you tighter to his kiss as if you might evaporate. Your hands find purchase holding his face, thumbs slowly caressing the stumble that coats his face. You find a small patch of skin among the facial hair and can’t help but smile to yourself as you continue to rub it with your thumb.

Time seems to stand still while you lock lips with Ezra. Kissing him is like being transported to another dimension. Every nerve in your body is lit up like a Christmas tree. Everything feels so natural with him. No butterflies in the pit of your stomach. No overthinking thoughts that your talking too much or scared he might not like you back. It’s almost unnerving how relaxed you are, how easily you can see yourself spending eternity with him.

Ezra breaks away first this time. Resting his forehead against yours as he looks into your eyes. Those big, brown puppy dog eyes of his are beginning to become your biggest weakness. He could ask for anything and you’d give it to him in a heartbeat. His hand lets go of the back of your neck and cups your face. His thumb starts to rub your cheek.

“Let me take you home little witch. If I allow myself to lose any more control I’ll never forgive myself for what I’d do. You deserve to be devoured on a soft bed with plenty of room not in the backseat of some car.”

Nodding your head in agreement, you can’t help but bite your lip as a smile spreads across your face.

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The drive back to your house was mostly silent, save for the few times you had to tell him where to turn and which house was yours, although he drove with a sense of confidence that he knew where he was going. The two of you got out as Ezra followed behind you as you walked up the steps and unlocked the front door. Stepping to the side to allow him to enter, closing the door behind you. Ezra's a few steps ahead of you, looking around your living room as you walk up to him. His back is to you as you watch him take in your home. He slowly turns back around to see you standing right behind him. His lip curls up on one side as he takes that little step to close the space between you two. His hands each out and find purchase on your hips.

“I had a dream about you.” You blurt out. His smirk falls as he looks rather stunned by your confession.

Oops. What the fuck was that? You had a dream about him? I mean yea I did but why the fuck did I say that out loud? Oh my gods he thinks I’m a weirdo now for sure. Everything was going so good. And I ruined it.

“I- I uh I mean uh um t-that’s I’m-“ you stutter, unable to even form actual words to try and save your ass from this disaster.

“Tell me about this dream little witch. Was it good?” He asked as his hand comes up to your face and cups it.

“It was really good.” You say with a deep gulp. No use in lying or going back now.

Ezra rubs his thumb from the side of your nose to the side of your face as he studies you. He leans in close, his aquiline nose brushing against your nose.

“I hope I was adequate in your dream. I’ve always been more of a giver, gotta make sure your subconscious version of me is the same. I can’t have a lookalike out here not making my sweet girl cum.” He whispers.

You were ready to bust. How did he know it was a wet dream?? Or am I that obvious about it? Either way my pussy can’t take this anymore.

“You were amazing. . . I came.” You whispered back, deciding right then and there that you were gonna give him the same pleasure he gave you. Your hands find his pants and begin to undo the button and pull down the zipper. A big smile spreads across his face as he watches you start to go down on your knees as you pull his jeans down.

Standing above you, looking down, watching as you pull his cock out. Taking him in your hand you look up at him only to see him looking at you with hunger in his eyes.

“Go on little witch show me how good that little mouth of yours can cast a spell.” He says in a scratchy deep voice as he raises an eyebrow as nods his head in a go on motion. Keeping eye contact with him, you drop your jaw and stick your tongue out as you guide him into your mouth. The thick, uncut tip felt heavy on your tongue. The taste of him causing your eyes to flutter shut as you close your mouth around the head and lightly suck. You let go with a pop and your hand gently rolls back the foreskin revealing the sensitive head. You guide him back in your mouth and take him down your throat as far as you can go. Your tongue tracing a vein on the underside of his cock as you suck. You start to bob your head up and down as your hand covers the rest of his cock that you can’t fit in your mouth. Pumping his cock and twisting your wrist as you pump and bob your head. Your other hand comes up to cup his balls and lightly squeeze on them earning you a deep groan.

Ezra is in disbelief as he watches your mouth work him over. He takes his hands and gathers your hair and pulls it up, holding it back for you. Letting you take control and go the speed you want. He’s enjoying every second he gets with you. Never did he think he’d have you sucking his cock so soon but is he ever thankful to the goddess you are. You look up at him, wide eyed with tears threatening to spill over. You have no idea the power you hold over him as you sink all the way down on his cock. Your nose pressed against his curls as you gag. The girth is his cock has your jaw unhinged, his cock is easily the biggest you’ve ever had.

“Oooh look at you. What a beautiful goddess, on her knees for me. A sinful sight indeed. Nngh mm oh yes my love just like that. Take every inch in that throat baby.” Ezra’s eyes roll back as you continue to deep throat him.

“Mm come here my little witch. The only hole I wish to fill tonight is your sweet little cunt. Would you grant me this wish my goddess?” He says with a growl as he pulls you off of him by your hair. You look up at him and nod as his thick member falls out of your mouth. He lets go of your hair and bends down to help you up.

Ezra takes his shoes off right there and lets his pants and underwear drop down as he steps out of them. You begin to pull his shirt up and over his head before flinging it to the side. His lips find yours again in a heated passionate kiss. He breaks away as he nods toward the other part of the house as if to say ‘Take me to bed’ and take him to bed you will. You give him this shit eating grin as you take a step back as you pull your shirt up and over your head, dropping it to the side. Biting your lip you motion your fingers in a ‘come here’ motion and turn and go towards your bedroom. As you get to the door you look back and see him on your heels, his eyes have darken. He looks ready to eat you alive.

Walking into your room, keeping your back to him you pull your pants down revealing white cotton panties. Slowly peeling your panties down, giving him a show, you wiggle your hips a little as you bend down. Naked as the day you were born, you stand up straight and walk back over the Ezra. You put your hands on his shoulders, slowly moving them up to cup his face and give him a peck on the lips before moving your hands back down to his chest and pushing him back until his knees hit your bed. You give him another push so he sits down on your bed.

“Let me make you feel good Ezra.” You say seductively as you reach up pulling the clip out of your hair as it tumbles down, you shake it out and throw the clip to the side.

Ezra’s looking up at you now as you stand above him looking ethereal. His mouth hanging open as he admires your beauty.

“Your wish is my command Goddess.” He says as he begins to scoot back, laying his head on your pillow. You crawl up his body, straddling his hips. His big hands come to rest on your hips as you take him in hand and notch his cock at your entrance. You start to sink down on his gorgeously thick cock, your hands go to his chest to help steady you as you spear yourself on him. The feeling of him stretching you wider than you’ve been before, a delicious burn you chase as you continue sinking lower and lower. Inch by burning inch. You let out a shaky breath as you sit fully down on him. Feeling him deep inside you. He’s everywhere. His smell imbedded deep in your nostrils, the touch of his skin on yours, you already know you can never live another day without him in it. You start to grind your cunt as you sink your nails into his chest. His big hands covering your hips before moving up your sides, culling your breasts.

Ezra can’t look away. The sight of you above him, riding his cock. An absolute vision of beauty. His hands start roaming up and down your body, finding your breasts and giving them a squeeze before letting go and moving back down to your hips and helping you ride him. His hips lift up with you as you come back down causing his cock to go deeper.

You find a nice, steady rhythm. You’re head falls back as you relish in the pleasure. The sounds of yours and his moans and grunts and the slapping of your bodies joining fills the room. It’s as if time doesn’t even exist, the world as you know it is just gone. The only thing you know for certain is that you and Ezra are both very real and the pleasure you’re feeling is very real.

Ezra reaches down and starts rubbing circles on your clit,

“Let me feel you come undone my little witch. Just for me. Nngh all for me.”

You begin to ride him faster, chasing that delicious high he’s bringing you ever closer too. It doesn’t take long before you feel yourself hitting your high. Your cunt contracting around his cock, your juices overflowing and squelching out around his cock as you continue to bounce on him.

“Oh oh fuck honey that’s it, milk my cock for all its worth. Take what’s yours baby. Nngh ooh f-fuuuccckkk”

Ezra pulls you down to his chest, his arms wrapped tight around your body and begins to thrust up into you. The way he pistons his hips and keeps you tight to him has taken your breath away. All you can do is let out this silent scream and hold on to him. Your eyes closed, face buried in his neck. You manage you open your eyes to see his veins popping out of his neck, so you decide to bit down on the thick, muscular neck and suck hard.

“Fuckfuckfuck yessss baby fuck don’t stop nngh oh fuck that’s it my love ooohh shit” he mindlessly babbles

Ezra starts to cum deep inside of you, thick ropes of hot cum. The feeling of his load inside of you has your eyes rolling back.

Ezra’s legs give out and he stays inside while you continue to lay on top of him. You pepper soft kisses on the bite and around it. He smiles softly to himself as he turns his head to lay a soft, sweet kiss on the crown of your head.

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After that night you shared with Ezra, he didn’t leave. Neither of you said anything but he just wormed his way into your life. Effortlessly. And you loved it. You loved having someone to come home too. Someone to cook meals with and laugh and to talk about your shitty day with. The sex was a very big bonus too. His cock is the greatest cock you’ve ever seen or had and boy does he know how to use it. You’ve never came so much in your life. The sweet domesticity of it all even had you thinking long term; marriage, babies, the works. You weren’t even sure if you wanted children but if Ezra said I want to have ten kids, by fucking god you would pop out ten fucking kids. You were down bad for the man. And he was down bad for you. Every day he got you new flowers, rubbed your feet without you even asking, for fucks sakes the man complimented the dinner you accidentally fucked up. You’re still not even sure where he came from exactly but you are sure he was sent from the heavens.

The only thing that made you stop and think about was when he met Louise. She’s your best friend and you were sure the two of them would get along but instead she seemed very put off by his presence. Even going as far to say he smelled bad. Which didn’t make sense because he smelled fine. Those two were around each other a total of like three times and each time after Ezra would look like he had some deep dark secret to tell you but would chicken out and walk away.

Friday morning you managed to wake up before him, earning over to leave a little peck on his cheek before getting up and getting ready for the day. You left him a little note on your desk saying you left already but to meet up at the cafe around noon.

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Terrifying images cursed Ezra’s unconscious mind. Seeing you in different states of decay and various visions of you getting murdered. His body tossing and turning before he awoke gasping for air. Immediately he looks over hoping to see you sleeping soundly next to him to help calm his nerves. Only to find you gone. And those horrendous images twisting his insides even tighter. He jumps out of bed and quickly gets dressed before noticing your note. Without even checking the time he dashes out of your house and makes his way to the cafe. He’s had a sneaking suspicion your friend was somehow apart of the evil people who had enslaved him decades ago and the visions he kept having last night more or less confirmed to him that you were in danger. He had to get to you and finally come clean about everything; who he is, what you are to each other and about the evil who will stop at nothing to torture him.

Crossing the street in a quick jog, Ezra hopped up on the sidewalk just as you walked towards the cafe.

“Baby hey! I ne- “

“Ezra! Hey!”

You both say at the same time. Ezra walking up to you, rubbing your arms. You let out a giggle.

“You go first” you say to him.

He looks at you as if your this fragile little thing that might break if he stares too long.

“I- I need to tell you something. About me. About who I really am. I-it’s a lot I won’t lie but I promise you I never lied about anything especially about how I feel. I’m a- “

Louise yells your name as she walks up to you. She stops in her tracks as she sees Ezra.

“Hey come on we gotta go, I have that meeting I set up for you, we gotta get moving.” She says reaching out to pull on your hand.

“I- I yea okay hold on, Ezra I’m so sorry she got me a meeting with someone who could possibly hire me. It’s a really good opportunity, I’m so sorry can we talk back at home?” You say as Louise starts to pull you away

“Yea. Yea of course my love, go on, good luck babe.” He says with the saddest look on his face. You can’t help but scrunch your brows together. You almost wanna tell Louise to forget about it and stay with Ez. Something about leaving him right now feels wrong.

“Come on!” She says, tugging on you one last time as you stumble over your feet before turning and walking away with her.

Ezra watches you walk away terrified of the unknown. You and Louise came to a stop on the side of the road, waiting to cross when Louise looked back at him, an evil sneer on her face.

He couldn’t move. He was frozen as everything seemed to move in slow motion. Louise breaks eye contact with Ezra to look the other way to see a car speeding down the road before turning back to you, shoving you into the road. Into the speeding car’s path.

Your name chokes him as he tries to run to you but it’s too late. The car hits you and your body flies up and comes crashing down on the windshield, breaking the glass before the car slams on the breaks causing your body to fly off the car and land on the road. The sickening sound of you hitting the pavement and skidding a little before you come to a stop. The nightmare wasn’t over yet. The driver hits the accelerator and drives over you. As if they were making sure you wouldn’t survive this horrific crash.

Ezra pushes Louise out of the way as he runs to your side. Dropping to his knees and gently pulling you up in his lap. Frantically brushing your hair out of your face as he tries to find a pulse. It’s hard to see much, the tears affecting his vision. After a few attempts and still not finding any sign of life, he pulls the top half of you into a hug as he holds onto your lifeless body and sobs.

-End of Act 1-

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