W. Elise

[I miss you. I love you. Call me. Dinner? My treat.]

The contact “Ex-Wife” flashed across the screen as one final message came through.

[He left. I need you. I’m so sorry.]

- @dove-phd

Feiyun picked up her phone, silently glancing at the message. She set aside the records she had been working on, and typed up a response.

[Why?]

Wasn't the nicest message, she concluded, but it was a necessary one. Why, after all this time of being with a man and ignoring her, did Dove suddenly just come crawling back? She didn't need her. If she did, Dove would have come back a long time ago.

Wren typed as her hands shook, tears smearing across her phone screen as she deleted words she would just never send. Words she knew she didn’t deserve to say.

[Not my fuckin problem. Have a good day.]

and then subsequently blocking Wren.

However, she couldn't bring herself to do it. It was just going to be something between two co-workers, and all Feiyun needed to be was someone that could listen to her.

Instead, she sent back a message and left her office to prepare.

She tapped her finger against the table, anxiously awaiting the moment that Feiyun would walk through the door. Once 7pm hit, her anxiety doubled tenfold.

And then she saw her.

It was like a breath of fresh air blooming in her lungs — a dawning sun breathing newfound life into a wilting flower. Feiyun had assured Wren they would never be anything ever again, but Wren couldn’t stop her heartbeat.

She stood up, meeting Feiyun as Feiyun walked to the table.

"So?" She said, looking up at Wren after glancing down at the menu for a moment. Feiyun barely let their eyes meet for more than a moment, quickly looking back down at the menu. She didn't need it, this is where she'd been on dates over the last few months.

“Take a look at it. Tell me your thoughts. I’m not planning on killing myself or whatever ridiculous, albeit probably joyful, notion you’ve conjured up for yourself, I am simply just trying to be prepared. And you were my wife for nearly twenty years. You’re in my will. Along with our children.”

Feiyun would get the money from Wren’s main accounts, and the properties to delegate as she pleased, and the money from offshore and odd accounts would be split between children.

The drinks came, and Feiyun silently sipped her whiskey, staring over the glass at Wren as she waited for her to talk. Her tail was silently going back and forth on the floor of the restaurant and she knew her ears were probably doing something that she couldn't control well.

“I am going to ‘be frank,’ as they say,” she used air quotes, “you were right. I was stupid for leaving and I will never do any better than what we had. While appearances kept up, my relationship with him was lacklustre at best. Violent at its worst. I apologize. I was a horrible wife, and I am a horrible person for what I did, and I admit to that.” She sighed.

She knew she was being a bitch. That she should be comforting Wren, holding her close and stroking her hair while telling her everything was going to be alright. But Feiyun didn't have a soft warmth inside of her, or a compassionate soul. She had a violent, snapping beast who wanted nothing more than for blood to stain the nice table and the pretty chairs of the restaurant, for the smell to overpower the slightly spiced scent of the food cooking, and for her vision to tint red.

Even if it fell on deaf ears.

"If I do this." She said lowly, "If I let you back into my life, and into the lives of our children again. You will never pull anything like this again. You will never, ever leave me like that. You will not have the kids overhear our arguments. You will never make them witness this. Am I clear?"

“I understand if they’re hesitant to see me. I would be too,” she chuffed. “Just, please.” She pleaded. “Give me this one chance. I will never, never let you down again,” her voice faded to a whisper as emotions constricted her throat, her hand tentatively reaching out for Feiyun’s.

"Fine." She murmured, "Fine. You can...try being back in the house. The guest room is free. We still have those fancy-ass sheets you bought, I...I can set them up for you if you want. The kids might want to see you. Might not."

Wren paused, locking eyes with Mei. She didn’t expect a parade, or a “Welcome Home, Dirty Lying Cheater!” party. She expected the lectures and the distrust, just as she got. Her and Mei didn’t argue, but Wren listened while Mei yelled her frustrations. Almost like some kind of therapist.

Wren decided she needed to clear the air. Even if she was the only one choking on it. At dinner, she cleared her throat and looked at the table full of people. Even an infant Tyler sitting near Fei in his highchair — reaching for Wren only because he never knew the bad she’d done.

[I miss you. I love you. Call me. Dinner? My treat.]

The contact “Ex-Wife” flashed across the screen as one final message came through.

[He left. I need you. I’m so sorry.]

- @dove-phd

Feiyun picked up her phone, silently glancing at the message. She set aside the records she had been working on, and typed up a response.

[Why?]

Wasn't the nicest message, she concluded, but it was a necessary one. Why, after all this time of being with a man and ignoring her, did Dove suddenly just come crawling back? She didn't need her. If she did, Dove would have come back a long time ago.

Wren typed as her hands shook, tears smearing across her phone screen as she deleted words she would just never send. Words she knew she didn’t deserve to say.

[Not my fuckin problem. Have a good day.]

and then subsequently blocking Wren.

However, she couldn't bring herself to do it. It was just going to be something between two co-workers, and all Feiyun needed to be was someone that could listen to her.

Instead, she sent back a message and left her office to prepare.

She tapped her finger against the table, anxiously awaiting the moment that Feiyun would walk through the door. Once 7pm hit, her anxiety doubled tenfold.

And then she saw her.

It was like a breath of fresh air blooming in her lungs — a dawning sun breathing newfound life into a wilting flower. Feiyun had assured Wren they would never be anything ever again, but Wren couldn’t stop her heartbeat.

She stood up, meeting Feiyun as Feiyun walked to the table.

"So?" She said, looking up at Wren after glancing down at the menu for a moment. Feiyun barely let their eyes meet for more than a moment, quickly looking back down at the menu. She didn't need it, this is where she'd been on dates over the last few months.

“Take a look at it. Tell me your thoughts. I’m not planning on killing myself or whatever ridiculous, albeit probably joyful, notion you’ve conjured up for yourself, I am simply just trying to be prepared. And you were my wife for nearly twenty years. You’re in my will. Along with our children.”

Feiyun would get the money from Wren’s main accounts, and the properties to delegate as she pleased, and the money from offshore and odd accounts would be split between children.

The drinks came, and Feiyun silently sipped her whiskey, staring over the glass at Wren as she waited for her to talk. Her tail was silently going back and forth on the floor of the restaurant and she knew her ears were probably doing something that she couldn't control well.

“I am going to ‘be frank,’ as they say,” she used air quotes, “you were right. I was stupid for leaving and I will never do any better than what we had. While appearances kept up, my relationship with him was lacklustre at best. Violent at its worst. I apologize. I was a horrible wife, and I am a horrible person for what I did, and I admit to that.” She sighed.

She knew she was being a bitch. That she should be comforting Wren, holding her close and stroking her hair while telling her everything was going to be alright. But Feiyun didn't have a soft warmth inside of her, or a compassionate soul. She had a violent, snapping beast who wanted nothing more than for blood to stain the nice table and the pretty chairs of the restaurant, for the smell to overpower the slightly spiced scent of the food cooking, and for her vision to tint red.

Even if it fell on deaf ears.

"If I do this." She said lowly, "If I let you back into my life, and into the lives of our children again. You will never pull anything like this again. You will never, ever leave me like that. You will not have the kids overhear our arguments. You will never make them witness this. Am I clear?"

“I understand if they’re hesitant to see me. I would be too,” she chuffed. “Just, please.” She pleaded. “Give me this one chance. I will never, never let you down again,” her voice faded to a whisper as emotions constricted her throat, her hand tentatively reaching out for Feiyun’s.

[I miss you. I love you. Call me. Dinner? My treat.]

The contact “Ex-Wife” flashed across the screen as one final message came through.

[He left. I need you. I’m so sorry.]

- @dove-phd

Feiyun picked up her phone, silently glancing at the message. She set aside the records she had been working on, and typed up a response.

[Why?]

Wasn't the nicest message, she concluded, but it was a necessary one. Why, after all this time of being with a man and ignoring her, did Dove suddenly just come crawling back? She didn't need her. If she did, Dove would have come back a long time ago.

Wren typed as her hands shook, tears smearing across her phone screen as she deleted words she would just never send. Words she knew she didn’t deserve to say.

[Not my fuckin problem. Have a good day.]

and then subsequently blocking Wren.

However, she couldn't bring herself to do it. It was just going to be something between two co-workers, and all Feiyun needed to be was someone that could listen to her.

Instead, she sent back a message and left her office to prepare.

She tapped her finger against the table, anxiously awaiting the moment that Feiyun would walk through the door. Once 7pm hit, her anxiety doubled tenfold.

And then she saw her.

It was like a breath of fresh air blooming in her lungs — a dawning sun breathing newfound life into a wilting flower. Feiyun had assured Wren they would never be anything ever again, but Wren couldn’t stop her heartbeat.

She stood up, meeting Feiyun as Feiyun walked to the table.

"So?" She said, looking up at Wren after glancing down at the menu for a moment. Feiyun barely let their eyes meet for more than a moment, quickly looking back down at the menu. She didn't need it, this is where she'd been on dates over the last few months.

“Take a look at it. Tell me your thoughts. I’m not planning on killing myself or whatever ridiculous, albeit probably joyful, notion you’ve conjured up for yourself, I am simply just trying to be prepared. And you were my wife for nearly twenty years. You’re in my will. Along with our children.”

Feiyun would get the money from Wren’s main accounts, and the properties to delegate as she pleased, and the money from offshore and odd accounts would be split between children.

The drinks came, and Feiyun silently sipped her whiskey, staring over the glass at Wren as she waited for her to talk. Her tail was silently going back and forth on the floor of the restaurant and she knew her ears were probably doing something that she couldn't control well.

“I am going to ‘be frank,’ as they say,” she used air quotes, “you were right. I was stupid for leaving and I will never do any better than what we had. While appearances kept up, my relationship with him was lacklustre at best. Violent at its worst. I apologize. I was a horrible wife, and I am a horrible person for what I did, and I admit to that.” She sighed.

She knew she was being a bitch. That she should be comforting Wren, holding her close and stroking her hair while telling her everything was going to be alright. But Feiyun didn't have a soft warmth inside of her, or a compassionate soul. She had a violent, snapping beast who wanted nothing more than for blood to stain the nice table and the pretty chairs of the restaurant, for the smell to overpower the slightly spiced scent of the food cooking, and for her vision to tint red.

Even if it fell on deaf ears.

[I miss you. I love you. Call me. Dinner? My treat.]

The contact “Ex-Wife” flashed across the screen as one final message came through.

[He left. I need you. I’m so sorry.]

- @dove-phd

Feiyun picked up her phone, silently glancing at the message. She set aside the records she had been working on, and typed up a response.

[Why?]

Wasn't the nicest message, she concluded, but it was a necessary one. Why, after all this time of being with a man and ignoring her, did Dove suddenly just come crawling back? She didn't need her. If she did, Dove would have come back a long time ago.

Wren typed as her hands shook, tears smearing across her phone screen as she deleted words she would just never send. Words she knew she didn’t deserve to say.

[Not my fuckin problem. Have a good day.]

and then subsequently blocking Wren.

However, she couldn't bring herself to do it. It was just going to be something between two co-workers, and all Feiyun needed to be was someone that could listen to her.

Instead, she sent back a message and left her office to prepare.

She tapped her finger against the table, anxiously awaiting the moment that Feiyun would walk through the door. Once 7pm hit, her anxiety doubled tenfold.

And then she saw her.

It was like a breath of fresh air blooming in her lungs — a dawning sun breathing newfound life into a wilting flower. Feiyun had assured Wren they would never be anything ever again, but Wren couldn’t stop her heartbeat.

She stood up, meeting Feiyun as Feiyun walked to the table.

"So?" She said, looking up at Wren after glancing down at the menu for a moment. Feiyun barely let their eyes meet for more than a moment, quickly looking back down at the menu. She didn't need it, this is where she'd been on dates over the last few months.

“Take a look at it. Tell me your thoughts. I’m not planning on killing myself or whatever ridiculous, albeit probably joyful, notion you’ve conjured up for yourself, I am simply just trying to be prepared. And you were my wife for nearly twenty years. You’re in my will. Along with our children.”

Feiyun would get the money from Wren’s main accounts, and the properties to delegate as she pleased, and the money from offshore and odd accounts would be split between children.

The drinks came, and Feiyun silently sipped her whiskey, staring over the glass at Wren as she waited for her to talk. Her tail was silently going back and forth on the floor of the restaurant and she knew her ears were probably doing something that she couldn't control well.

“I am going to ‘be frank,’ as they say,” she used air quotes, “you were right. I was stupid for leaving and I will never do any better than what we had. While appearances kept up, my relationship with him was lacklustre at best. Violent at its worst. I apologize. I was a horrible wife, and I am a horrible person for what I did, and I admit to that.” She sighed.

[I miss you. I love you. Call me. Dinner? My treat.]

The contact “Ex-Wife” flashed across the screen as one final message came through.

[He left. I need you. I’m so sorry.]

- @dove-phd

Feiyun picked up her phone, silently glancing at the message. She set aside the records she had been working on, and typed up a response.

[Why?]

Wasn't the nicest message, she concluded, but it was a necessary one. Why, after all this time of being with a man and ignoring her, did Dove suddenly just come crawling back? She didn't need her. If she did, Dove would have come back a long time ago.

Wren typed as her hands shook, tears smearing across her phone screen as she deleted words she would just never send. Words she knew she didn’t deserve to say.

[Not my fuckin problem. Have a good day.]

and then subsequently blocking Wren.

However, she couldn't bring herself to do it. It was just going to be something between two co-workers, and all Feiyun needed to be was someone that could listen to her.

Instead, she sent back a message and left her office to prepare.

She tapped her finger against the table, anxiously awaiting the moment that Feiyun would walk through the door. Once 7pm hit, her anxiety doubled tenfold.

And then she saw her.

It was like a breath of fresh air blooming in her lungs — a dawning sun breathing newfound life into a wilting flower. Feiyun had assured Wren they would never be anything ever again, but Wren couldn’t stop her heartbeat.

She stood up, meeting Feiyun as Feiyun walked to the table.

"So?" She said, looking up at Wren after glancing down at the menu for a moment. Feiyun barely let their eyes meet for more than a moment, quickly looking back down at the menu. She didn't need it, this is where she'd been on dates over the last few months.

“Take a look at it. Tell me your thoughts. I’m not planning on killing myself or whatever ridiculous, albeit probably joyful, notion you’ve conjured up for yourself, I am simply just trying to be prepared. And you were my wife for nearly twenty years. You’re in my will. Along with our children.”

Feiyun would get the money from Wren’s main accounts, and the properties to delegate as she pleased, and the money from offshore and odd accounts would be split between children.

[I miss you. I love you. Call me. Dinner? My treat.]

The contact “Ex-Wife” flashed across the screen as one final message came through.

[He left. I need you. I’m so sorry.]

- @dove-phd

Feiyun picked up her phone, silently glancing at the message. She set aside the records she had been working on, and typed up a response.

[Why?]

Wasn't the nicest message, she concluded, but it was a necessary one. Why, after all this time of being with a man and ignoring her, did Dove suddenly just come crawling back? She didn't need her. If she did, Dove would have come back a long time ago.

Wren typed as her hands shook, tears smearing across her phone screen as she deleted words she would just never send. Words she knew she didn’t deserve to say.

[Not my fuckin problem. Have a good day.]

and then subsequently blocking Wren.

However, she couldn't bring herself to do it. It was just going to be something between two co-workers, and all Feiyun needed to be was someone that could listen to her.

Instead, she sent back a message and left her office to prepare.

She tapped her finger against the table, anxiously awaiting the moment that Feiyun would walk through the door. Once 7pm hit, her anxiety doubled tenfold.

And then she saw her.

It was like a breath of fresh air blooming in her lungs — a dawning sun breathing newfound life into a wilting flower. Feiyun had assured Wren they would never be anything ever again, but Wren couldn’t stop her heartbeat.

She stood up, meeting Feiyun as Feiyun walked to the table.

[I miss you. I love you. Call me. Dinner? My treat.]

The contact “Ex-Wife” flashed across the screen as one final message came through.

[He left. I need you. I’m so sorry.]

- @dove-phd

Feiyun picked up her phone, silently glancing at the message. She set aside the records she had been working on, and typed up a response.

[Why?]

Wasn't the nicest message, she concluded, but it was a necessary one. Why, after all this time of being with a man and ignoring her, did Dove suddenly just come crawling back? She didn't need her. If she did, Dove would have come back a long time ago.

Wren typed as her hands shook, tears smearing across her phone screen as she deleted words she would just never send. Words she knew she didn’t deserve to say.

Wren was supposed to be safe.

Not caught in the crossfires of a hit someone had put out on one of the men. The target still unidentified. Even now, as Wren weeps softly like an angelic statue, slain by a catastrophically placed bullet entry. Lodged nastily in her hip, leaking blood at an alarming rate.

The shot might’ve not hit its intended target, but it wrecked the lives of at least thirteen people in its wake. Leaving Wren a bleeding mess as her clothes absorbed the crimson liquid, and her wings dyed a soft red now as blood found its way down trails of her body.

She was rushed back to base, nearly wailing like she was giving birth again, her hand holding pressure against her wound. Her survival was not a guarantee.

( don’t even act like you don’t know who this is x3 )

Feiyun wasn't on duty, but when she got the knock on the door and saw the expression on Ghost's face, she was on her feet in an instant and silently following him. No questions asked, just mutual understanding and fear.

The moment she saw Wren on the bed, her heart dropped to her stomach. Her wife. The mother to her children. In a bed, with blood oozing out of her hip. Feiyun immediately snapped into nurse mode, pulling on gloves and gently peeling back her shirt to check the wound. She was a professional. She had seen wounds like this hundreds, no, thousands of times. She could do this.

Immediately as she saw the small, dark circle near Wren's hipbone, her knees almost gave out. Feiyun couldn't do this. Couldn't see her like this. Couldn't let this happen to her. God, she should have been there. Should have taken that bullet. Scratched out Wren's name and written hers by force.

Feiyun even had to sign the surgery consent form, as the blood loss was preventing Wren from waking up at all. Her body heavy, and her eyes disoriented as she mumbled something incoherent before they whisked her away into surgery.

Five hours passed. Five. Of Feiyun not getting any news, and Wren lying on a table. Her body torn open while they searched for the bullet.

And on the sixth hour, another nurse met Feiyun in the hallway.

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i know this has been done several times before, but if by chance any of the following questions appeal to you specifically, you've come to the right place! this meme contains NSFW content, so adults only please! ♡

afterwards — what kind(s) of aftercare do they like being given? do they like giving their partner aftercare? do they fall asleep quickly after sex?

beg — do they like making their partner(s) beg? do they like begging their partner?

body — what is their favorite body part of theirs? of their partner(s)'? are there any specific body parts they like to pay special attention to (ex. feet, hands, ass, etc)? where are their erogenous zones? where are they most sensitive?

clothing — do they like to have sex fully or partially clothed, or do they prefer having sex naked? would they ever move an article of clothing aside for stimulation/penetration (ex. pulling their panties to the side for penetrative sex)?

cum — how long does it take to make them cum? do they have any kinks relating to cum? do they like when their partner(s) cum(s) inside them? do they like cumming inside their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) cum on any of their body parts? do they like cumming on any of their partner(s)' body parts?

delay — do they like having their orgasm delayed/denied? do they like delaying/denying their partner(s)' orgasm?

dirty talk — are they turned on by dirty talk? turned off by dirty talk? is there anything they like their partner(s) to appeal to when talking dirty with them?

drive — how high is their sex drive? are they hyposexual, hypersexual, or somewhere in between? does it change depending on the circumstance? how often do they have sex?

dynamic — are they dominant? do they like to be dominated? how do they show their dominance? how do they show their partner(s) they want to be dominated? are they more versatile or does it depend on the context/their partner(s)?

eyes — do they like to be watched while they're having sex? do they like to watch others having sex?

fantasy — do they have any sexual fantasies they'd like to try out? have they ever gotten to act on a sexual fantasy?

g-spot — do they like g-spot/p-spot stimulation? do they prefer giving or receiving it, or does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like to stimulate the area with toys?

hair — do they shave or wax? do they let their hair grow out?

humiliation — do they like being humiliated or degraded? is there anything specific they like being humiliated or degraded for? do they like humiliating or degrading their partner(s)?

impact — do they like spanking/being spanked? whipping/being whipped? hitting/being hit? any other kind of impact play not listed here?

kink — what are their kinks? do they have a primary kink? are there any kinks they'd be interested in trying? are there any kinks they don't like or aren't interested in trying?

lingerie — do they own lingerie? if so, how often do they wear it? what kind of lingerie do they like to wear the most? do they like when their partners wear lingerie for them?

location — where do they like to have sex the most? would they ever have sex in a 'risky' place (ex. in the office, closet, public bathroom, etc)?

lube — do they use lube during sex? how much of it? do they like flavored lube and/or lube that brings particular sensations? can they become naturally lubricated enough to not need lube during sex?

marks — do they like being marked? do they like marking their partners?

music — do they like to play music while having sex? what kind of music? is the music for vibes, aesthetic, or simply to drown out the sounds they and their partner(s) make (or even a mix of all three)?

names — do they like being called names in the bedroom? if so, what kind of names? are they pet names or are they names to appeal to a praise/humiliation kink? do they like calling their partner(s) names in the bedroom? do they have a daddy/mommy kink?

orgasm — how would their partner(s) know if they orgasm? what is their orgasm reaction like? are they sensitive after having an orgasm? what is the most effective way to get them to quickly orgasm?

positions — what are their favorite sex positions? do they have a singular favorite sex position? are there any positions they would like to try? are there any positions they don't like?

praise — do they like being praised? is there anything specific they like being praised for? do they like praising their partner(s)?

queen — are they a size queen? do they prefer length, girth, or both? do they like textures?

restraint — do they like being restrained? do they like restraining their partner(s)? are they into softer bondage or more hardcore BDSM?

sensation — do any specific sensations turn them on? are they into hot wax? ice? tickling? specific textures? anything else not listed here?

sexting — do they like sexting their partner(s)? do they ever send nudes? do they like receiving nudes? do they find sexting more or less difficult/fun than curating sexual experiences in real life? are they any different while sexting than they are during real life sexual experiences?

size — how big are their genitals? what cup size are they? what are their body measurements?

sounds — what sounds do they make during sex? do they laugh a lot during sex? are they chatty during sex?

stimulation — how do they prefer to be stimulated? do they like being given handjobs? do they like being fingered? do they like being given oral? is/are there any specific spot(s) on their body they like being stimulated the most? where do they like to stimulate their partner(s)?

strip — does your muse like stripping for their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) strip(s) for them? do they like their partner(s) stripping them naked? do they like to strip their partner(s) naked?

style — do they like it rough? do they like it soft? do they prefer fucking or making love? do they like a hard and fast pace, a slow and gentle pace, or does it vary/depend on the situation?

top or bottom — are they more of a top or a bottom, or are they more versatile? does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like penetrating or being penetrated more? do they like giving oral or receiving oral more? do they like stimulating or being stimulated more?

tease — do they like teasing their partner(s)? do they like being teased? how do they like to tease/be teased?

toys — do they own sex toys? how often do they use them? do they prefer using them on themselves or their partner(s)?

turn on — what turns them on?

volume — are they loud, quiet, or somewhere in between during sex? do they get louder over time? are there any activities that affect their volume during sex? do they prefer a loud or quiet partner?