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nyxronomicon · 1 year

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a quick errand

Darius Morgan x f!reader

2.6k words

🔞NSFW 18+ ONLY 🔞

cw: unprotected, fingering, creampie, darius wears a wedding ring (but he's divorced), smoking, sloppy kissing, tit play, possessive!Darius (if you squint), praise, mild size kink (he has a big cock what can I say), reader wears lingerie

pet names: love, baby, good girl/naughty girl

You had just stopped by the police station to get some paperwork from Captain Morgan. You were on another one of his cases and Artem loved to make you run little errands like this. Of course you didn't mind, even though Darius wore a wedding ring you found him very easy to talk to and even occasionally flirted with him knowing it wouldn't go anywhere.

"Anything else you need from me?" He asked as you flipped through the binder.

"This looks like everything." You smiled. You were about to excuse yourself when he spoke.

"You know, you've been very helpful with these cases lately. Have you ever considered being a detective?" You could sense a bit of fondness in his words.

"My passion is in the courtroom." You studied him a little closer. "Are you trying to poach me, Captain?" You chuckled.

"No, no, I just feel like I should be paying you for the good work you do." He laughed with you. "Besides, I think Mr. Wing would have my head if I stole you out from under him." He seemed a little dejected, even though his offer wasn't really serious.

"Artem doesn't really have anything to do with it." Even though he was married, you still had a crush on Captain Morgan and you didn't want him thinking you were unavailable. "He's just my boss." You could feel your heart beating a bit faster as Darius stood.

He walked over to his office door and closed it, leaning against it as he lit a cigarette. "And what about those other men I always see you with? Who are they to you?"

"Huh? Capt-"

"Call me Darius, please." His tone was gentle but firm. You turned in your seat to face him. He was leaning against the door, studying your reaction to his words.

"Darius," you smiled softly, "why do you want to know?" You watched him tap his cigarette on the ashtray near the door before bringing it to his mouth again.

"Answering a question with a question?" He chuckled. "I'm just trying to get to know you a little better." You might have gotten defensive if it was anyone else. But his soft laughter let your guard down. He could probably get you to tell him anything.

"Luke is just my childhood friend. Vyn is a valuable advisor. And Marius…" you couldn't quite find the words to describe him. After you paused, you could see Darius' expression harden. "I guess I'll just call him a friend."

"Why the hesitation?" He really was impossible to read. You figured that's what made him a good detective.

"Well, I'd say he's a client but we do hang out sometimes even though his case is over. I'm certainly closer to him than I am with any of my other past clients." You wondered why he was asking so much about the men in your life. The ring on his finger was prominent as he took a drag of his cigarette.

"So you're unattached." He finally spoke.

"You could say that…" you could feel your heart beating faster. You didn't really know what he was getting at, maybe he wanted to set you up? Surely he was not interested in you for himself.

"So when I say I want to reward you, do you have any problems with that?" He finished his cigarette and put it out.

"What do you mean?" Darius' office suddenly felt very small. Despite his open window and the light breeze, the smell of his cigarettes and cologne took over your senses. It was so cruel of him to be married and still monopolize your mind like this. So cruel of him to tease you when he was legally bound to another.

And yet, he never spoke of his wife to you. When you asked about her, he simply sighed and brushed it off. He always flirted back when you said something suggestive and sometimes even started it himself. And without fail he took the time to chat with you for a while every time you stopped by his office.

"I think you can figure out what I mean." Darius locked the door and removed his jacket before sitting on the small loveseat in the corner. "Sit with me." You watched him roll up his sleeves. This was your first time seeing his muscular forearms.

"Aren't you… married?" You spoke in a hushed tone. Despite your reservations, his presence was intoxicating. You watched him remove his tie and unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt. The room was thick with sexual tension as he dragged his gaze down your body.

"No." He slipped the ring off his finger and flicked it across the room. "She divorced me last year. I didn't want to talk about it so I kept wearing the ring." He put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, staring at the silver band on the floor.

You quickly left the seat across his desk to join him on the loveseat. "Darius…" you put a hand on his back as you tried to console him.

"Don't worry about it." He looked back at you and smiled. "It's been long enough.”

“Are you sure?” You underestimated how much you were drawn to him. Even just sitting next to him had your nerves blaring, your thoughts barely coherent as your fingers traced the muscles of his back.

“I want you.” He leaned back, his brown eyes gazing into yours as his hand draped over your thigh. “That much I’m certain of.”

You had daydreamed about this. You hated to admit with all of the men fawning over you that the one that was completely unavailable to you had piqued your interest. So while you entertained the idea of others, you were really set on Darius. You’d made up scenarios of how he’d confess his love to you, how you’d push him away because of his marriage. Or even how you’d give in and let him fuck you senseless over that desk of his.

You never prepared for this. Sure, a divorce had entered your mind on occasion, but you never could have imagined he was divorced this whole time. All this flirting and tension was unresolved simply because he continued to wear that ring. Sure, there was the possibility that he was lying, but that smile. That smile was the most genuine smile you’d seen on Darius’ face.

“Well? How about it?” He brought you out of your thoughts and your eyes traced over his body. He was leaning closer to you now, his disheveled hair falling into his face. His fingers slowly moved up your thigh, yet still respectful of your pencil skirt. You could see his chest peeking out of the top of his shirt, seeing he was far more built than you thought.

“Okay,” you spoke quietly. “What’s my reward then?”

"What would you like?" He inched towards you until your breath mingled.

"You seem to have thought about this for quite a bit…" you smirked. "How about you take the lead?"

"Mmm…" his voice was husky, "exactly what I was hoping to hear." He didn't waste any more time, supporting the back of your head with one of his large hands as he captured you in a deep kiss. His other hand remained on your thigh, his thumb making small circles as his tongue entered your mouth.

You could feel the heat pulsing through your body already. His kisses were firm but desperate. His hands seemed frozen in place, it was clear he hadn't done this in a while. You took his bottom lip between your teeth to try to encourage him. As you pulled away, you met his lusty gaze and found it easy to lose yourself in those soft brown eyes.

Without warning, he hooked a hand under your legs and pulled them over his lap, reclining you against the arm of the loveseat before leaning over you. One of his arms braced him against the loveseat while the other pushed at the hem of your skirt. He dove in for another kiss, this time more reckless as if you'd found something in him that he thought he'd lost.

Darius pressed himself more tightly against you, drinking in your heavy breaths as his teeth clashed with your lips. It was as if he was determined to make you his. To make you forget those other boys you were always with. To make you surrender yourself to him like he'd been dreaming you would.

He urgently peppered kisses along your jaw before remembering that you were still fully clothed. You understood what he wanted when his lips reached your collar and you quickly unbuttoned your blouse. Your lacy bra was just barely visible as his kisses impatiently followed your hands down your front.

"You didn't wear this for me, did you?" He barely separated from your skin as the hand that was on your thigh moved to your breast. Heat rushed to your cheeks. You wished the answer was no, but it wasn't. You had a feeling Artem would have you running an errand here today and you always wore something sexy under your clothes when you knew you'd see Darius. Your silence spoke volumes as his thumb rubbed your nipple through the lace.

"You did?" He chuckled, his lips pressing against the exposed flesh of your tit. "Such a naughty girl…" His kisses now slowed. It was clear he was feeling more confident knowing you'd worn lingerie with the hopes he'd be the one undressing you.

"It's not…" your breathing was labored as his mouth toyed with your nipple through the fabric of your bra. "It's not like that…'' you repeated yourself, arching your back as his attention sent butterflies up your spine.

"You're not telling me there's someone else." His voice was lower than usual. Almost possessive. "That would be cruel of you." He pushed the straps of your bra to the side and your breasts spilled out, your nipples hard from his touch.

"Not half as cruel as you, leading me to believe you were married this whole time." You tangled one of your hands in his messy hair while the other trailed down his muscular arm.

"That's not a no." He stopped, his brown eyes staring at you until you returned his gaze. Your body yearned for him to keep kissing you. To keep touching you.

"There is no one else." You spoke softly. "I'm yours, and yours alone, Darius."

"Good girl." He purred, languidly directing his attention back to your tits. He took one nipple between his lips while he pinched the other, making you moan from the contact on your bare skin.

As he sucked you, you could feel his cock twitch against the back of your thigh. You sighed with pleasure, your body responding to every flick of his tongue. You arched your back more, curling your toes in a way that made one of your heels clatter to the floor.

Just as your cunt ached for attention, Darius' hand wandered down your torso. He took his time, running his fingers down your hips, along the curve of your ass, then back up your thigh. He hooked his thumb under the hem of your skirt, finally pushing it up and exposing your sex. You gasped as he tugged at your panties.

"Hmm…" he glanced down to see it was a set. "They match." He smiled to himself before haphazardly pulling them to your knees. He rubbed two fingers along your folds, stroking you and feeling how wet you already were.

"Do you always wear lingerie when you see me?" Darius shifted so he was hovering above your face again. You avoided his direct eye contact, unsure if the heat rushing to your cheeks was from embarrassment or arousal. His fingers circled your clit as he tilted his head to where your eyes landed. "Hm?" He smiled, having a feeling he already knew the answer.

"Y-yes…" you muttered, almost inaudibly.

He chuckled and dropped his head in the crook of your neck. "I can't believe I kept you waiting so long… you're so perfect…" he mumbled against your skin as he started kissing your collarbone. You could feel his thick cock against your thighs as his fingers slid into your cunt. You moaned as he pumped them in and out, preparing you for his dick.

“It’s been a while since I…” He trailed off, his hard cock finishing his statement for him with another twitch.

“It’s ok.” You quickly reassured him, your pussy aching to be filled as it clenched around his calloused fingers. “Darius, I…” You lost your train of thought when he picked up his head, heavy blush decorating his cheeks as he gazed at you with those sexy chocolate eyes. “I want you inside me.” You spoke in barely a whisper, the words falling from your lips without a thought.

“Anything, love.” His slip of the tongue made your heart race even faster as he kissed you again. His tongue and saliva were messy as he desperately positioned himself between your legs. You could hear the clattering of his belt falling on the floor and the shuffle of his slacks dropping below his cock, which now poked at your entrance. He separated from you only to glance down, making sure he was lined up with your hole. You practically drooled at his size despite the fact that it was hard to see his full length from this angle.

“Ready?” He asked, seeming to need the reassurance more than you did.

“Yes, please…” He slid himself between your folds, collecting your juices on his tip before plunging himself deep inside you. You moaned at the stretch, tangling your fingers into his messy hair as his attention returned to you. He thrust himself in and out of you slowly at first, getting a feel for the way you wrapped around him.

“Fuck…” He shuddered, kissing your neck as he fucked you dumb, his dick reaching your most sensitive spot with each thrust.

“Holy shit… Darius…” Moans spilled from your lips, and while you tried to be quiet about it since you were in his office, you couldn’t hold yourself back. He felt too good. The tingling pleasure quickly spread through your whole body, taking you right to the edge. You couldn’t even think straight anymore. His heavy cock pistoned inside you. His teeth left marks of desperation on your neck. From the sound of your moans, he didn’t need his deductive skills to know you were close.

“I’m so-”

“Shh…” Darius hushed you. “I know, baby…” He began chasing his own high as he spoke. “Wait for me, ok? Let’s cum together.” His breath fanned over your skin. You were so sensitive. Each time he hit that bundle of nerves you were at risk of giving in to your pleasure but you held yourself back and let him edge you.

“Such a good girl…” He mumbled, ramming into you haphazardly. “So good for me…” You didn’t know how much longer you could take it. Your body was on fire, tingling all the way to your fingertips and toes in anticipation.

“D-darius…” You whimpered as his breaths got shaky.

“C-cum with me… !” He grunted, you could feel his seed spilling into you, the pressure pushing you over the edge as you sex flooded with pleasure. You clenched around him, your slick dripping at the base of his cock as he shuddered again. You both rode out the high, breathing heavily as your intertwined bodies buzzed with ecstasy. Finally, he collapsed on top of you, his dick still nestled in your tight cunt.

“Fuck…” You were still catching your breath. “I don’t know how to go back to work after that…”

“Call in sick.” He calmly responded, also a little out of breath.

“Artem’s already seen me today…” You sighed. It would be strange if you called in sick at this point.

“Then I’ll just tell him I’m borrowing you for the afternoon,” Darius smirked. “There’s a case in my bedroom I think I’ll need help with.”

#darius morgan x reader #darius morgan #darius morgan x you #tears of themis #tot smut #ok he's in my head again whoops #<- not an accident #so obsessed with his brown eyes blushy face

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yanderelucy2 · 2 years

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Since I am currently on my period I have decided to do what Tears of Themis characters would do when you're on your period!!

Includes Artem, Luke, Vyn, Marius, Vincent, Kiki, and Darius!! These are all on romantic terms btw!

f!reader, I am not good at writing btw

!Might not be character accurate!

Artem Wing

He'd be so prepared and patient, kind, just exactly what you need. He will treat you as if you're sick with a cold or fever, he treats you like a princess when you're on your period, well even when you're not.

Any time he's confused he'll search the internet, but if he still doesn't get it he'll just ask Celestine straight up. It will be embarrassing for him, but out of love for you, he will do it.

Luke Pearce

He knows exactly what to do. Not. He does know the basics of like cramps and blood, but he doesn't understand the back pain, the issues with food, and all that. (I tend to throw up because of cramps, so I don't know how to write calmer cramps..)

He'll buy you supplies and buy you snacks, he'll be understanding if you're moody. He just wouldn't exactly understand how much pain you're in, if you throw up he'll make sure you're all cleaned up and that there's a space on his bed just for you to set up comfortably for a nap. Overall he tries his best and succeeds!

Vyn Ritcher

Knows a lot, he's a doctor for crying out loud. (Yes, I know he's a feelings doctor, but he still works with hospitals and has to study basic medicine) He has female patients, and he has doctor friends.

He knows all the possible outcomes that may appear, and he's very prepared. He'll let you lay in his bed all comfy and mopey, making you a nice snack with some warm tea. He'll probably just lay with you in bed and let you sleep in his arms.

Marius Von Hagen

Sadly I think he'd be too busy to physically take care of you, he'd love to but he just doesn't have time to until later on in the day. He would probably send Vincent to send you some things, and then later at night he'd sneak in and just sleep and cuddle you saying sorry.

If he did have a day off, he wouldn't be super prepared or anything he'd know of it and know what happens, he's not stupid. He just wouldn't get it kind of like Luke, but a little more oblivious. He didn't have a mom growing up and wasn't exactly people of the female sex so his knowledge comes from his dad and the internet. He would buy you chocolates like the internet says to do, and just try not to annoy you. He'd probably avoid you a bit to not annoy you until he realizes your personality doesn't change much except for just being a little ruder to inanimate objects. Overall a cute oblivious mess.

Vincent Kim

Since there isn't much info on his home life I don't know if he has a motherly figure.

He would know what to do and be very responsible when doing it, Marius would probably let him take some breaks when the times available for the two of you. Vincent would probably just check up on you every now and then like normally give you whatever you want and get back to work.

If you are having bad cramps or are getting moody at something he'd panic a little, but then just straight ask for you to tell him what to do. He wouldn't want to bother you or do something wrong, I think he'd be so cute about it all too!!

Kiki Bennet

You and Kiki are synced two miserable messes. Overall though you two cuddle and make sure the both of you are okay. Instead of Kiki taking care of you, you end up taking care of her. She's moodier than you on her period, but just being with her helps ease all the pain away. She actually understands the pain and everything. You two watch whatever she wants to watch and you can sleep in her arms while she continues to watch.

Once you both are done with your periods though she always thinks back on how she acted and ends up feeling guilty and saying sorry.

Darius Morgan

HE'S SO FINE THIS MAN OMG, I WOULD LET THIS MAN DO WHATEVER HE WANTED TO DO WITH ME. LIKE SIR PLEASE FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME... anyways

He'd be very concerned and understanding, similar to Artem but a little more serious and spends less time with you. Since he's busy quite often there's not enough time for him to put as much effort and well time into you when you're in pain, so instead, he'll call you asking if you need anything and if you are okay.

If you say you miss him he'll try to finish work quicker and say he'll try to be home earlier, if you say you do want something from like the store or something he'll send one of the training officers or something to deliver it to you.

Sorry for not posting as frequently lately! Sorry, this is not well written either. I decided to try writing something including the side characters so I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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vynsvision · 2 years

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Hey writers of Tears of Themis community!! Quick question.

I'm writing a fic and New Years celebrations are part of the story. Me and my family (and everyone i know, just about) celebrate New Years on December 31/January 1.

But!! We aren't exactly sure where Stellis is, as a country/city. I imagined it was somewhere near China or Japan, but others have said its kinda like Netherlands or Denmark or a similar small European country.

What do y'all think would be the best option for a New Years celebration date period? December/January, sometime around Chinese New Year, or some other time?

Thanks !! :D

#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #vyn richter #marius von hagen #artem wing #luke pearce #darius morgan

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plentyoffandoms · 10 months

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Kinktober 2023

Some of the rules I have in place.

Please be over the age of 18 when requesting.

I will only do a prompt once. If one has been taken, I will message you asking to pick another one. (If you do not request anonymous).

If you do request under anonymous & the number has already been taken. I will make a post saying it has been taken. Please feel free to make another request.

I am doing this for wrestlers x reader. Doesn't matter how. M x f. M x m. F x f, etc. Please just let me know .

I also do the community labels as my stuff has been reported in the past for not using them, so please make sure your settings are set up to see MATURE stuff.

Please send any requests to ASK.

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged for this.

If a number has been taken and you would still like a request done, please just send it as a normal ASK & I will do it, just not for Kinktober

The length of said story will be determined by me.

There is no kink shaming here. If you do not like a story, then move on. This is somebody's request.

Please pick one

These are the Prompts that have already been claimed & for which wrestler.

Day 1: Dirty Talk - Nick Jackson x f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 2: Floor Sex - Ethan Page (anonymous)

Day 3: Anal - Chuck Taylor x f/reader (@legit9thlunaticwarrior)

Day 4: Missionary - Matt Jackson x f/reader (anonymous)

Day 5: Breeding - Matt Jackson x f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 6: Morning Sex - Christian Cage x f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 7: Sex Toys - Liv Morgan x f/Reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 8: Creampie - Eddie Kingston x f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 9: Double Penetration - Cash Wheeler x f/reader (@legit9thlunaticwarrior)

Day 10: Drunk Sex - Kenny Omega x f/Reader x Wardlow (@nicoleveno14)

Day 11: Erotic Photos - Darius Martin x f/Reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 12: Hate/Angry Sex - Angelo Parker (anonymous)

Day 13: Dry Humping- Charlie Dempsey x f/Reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 14: Fisting - Wardlow x trans f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 15: Group Sex - The Youngbucks, more Matt and Adam x f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 16: Bath/Shower Sex- Hook x f/Reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 17: Licking - Charlie Dempsey x f/reader @hooks-martin

Day 18: Lingerie - Lucien Price x f/Reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 19: Masturbation with Daniel Garcia x f/Reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 20: Dirty Dancing - Daniel Garcia x f/Reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 21: Praise Kink - Trent Beretta x f/Reader (@legit9thlunaticwarrior)

Day 22: Phone Sex - Will Osprey x f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 23: Orgasm Denial with Dakota x dom f/reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 24: Outdoor Sex - Adam Page x f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 25: Petplay - Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader (@legit9thlunaticwarrior)

Day 26: Sexting - smug/arrogant - Adam Cole x f/reader about what he knows he can do to her (anonymous)

Day 28: Strap-On - Dakota Kai x f/reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 29: Body worship with darius martin x dom f/reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 30: Public Sex - Evil Uno x Ambiguous Reader (@ijustthinkevilunoisneat)

Day 31: Free Choice - Darius Martin x f/Reader (@hooks-martin)

#plentyoffandoms fics #wrestler x reader #kinktober 2023

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rikumorimachisgirl · 1 year

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Title: Trading Secrets

Warning: The following content is NSFW. This is not appropriate for readers 18 years old and below.

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Pairing: Darius Morgan x Rosa

Word count: ~1.7K

Summary: Rosa finds out that trading secrets is a fun way to relieve stress.

Notes: I wrote this because I needed more Darius content in my life and because I needed to practice writing smut again. I don't own Tears of Themis or any of its characters but I own the idea for this story.

It was a little past eleven when he stepped inside his apartment that Wednesday evening. Except for the light and the clickety-clack of the keyboard that spilled from the small opening of the makeshift room a little ways off the kitchen, Darius would've thought he was home alone.

"Is that you, Darius?"

"Good evening, Rosa," the police captain nodded at his guest, who popped her head out of her room to check on him. Soon enough, she stepped out of her room in her blue button-down nightshirt, which looked two sizes too big for her - not that the junior attorney from Themis Law seemed to care. "Late night again?"

"There was a high-profile case that the Chief Justice asked me to look into," he replied, as he slumped on his usual seat at the small dining set. Sitting back, he closed his eyes and rubbed his temple with his fingers. "I would've gone home early, but the report took me longer to create."

"That sounds rough," the young lawyer said as she waddled into the kitchen. She set a stack of files on the table and took the plate with the food she'd left for him so she can heat it in the microwave oven. His eyes traced the lines of her bikini panties, which her nightshirt failed to conceal, and he immediately shifted his attention to the papers in front of him.

"Another witness?"

"Yeah," the pretty petite replied wearily. "This case is dragging on far longer than any of us expected."

He read through the file to distract himself from his thoughts. It's been over a week since Artem Wing entrusted his junior to his care, and the dark-haired police captain hasn't slept a wink since.

Not that Rosa was a noisy housemate - far from it. Rosa usually keeps to her room most of the time, and only comes out when she needs to. She's quite tidy and loves to clean when she's stressed out. She also makes for good company, especially when they're watching the news or discussing current events they've come across in the broadsheet or social media. The problem wasn't Rosa's behavior; it was her choice of clothes that bothered him - like the sweat shorts she wore three days ago when she was cleaning the living room, which did very little to hide the color of her underwear or the tank top she had on when they were drinking whisky together the other night, which had a very thin padding so he could see the outline of her nipples. The yoga shorts she wore this morning when she decided to exercise before going to work sent him flying to the bathroom where he relieved his throbbing member under the cold water from the shower.

He cursed himself - it was ungentlemanly of him to be sexualizing his unexpected guest, especially when she was a good 13 years younger. The microwave chimed, and soon he smelled the delicious aroma of salt and pepper spare ribs wafting in the air.

"Eat it while it's hot," she prodded.

"Did you make this?"

She laughed. "I admire your faith in my ability to cook, but no, Artem made this and sent it over."

He watched her get their half-empty bottle of whisky and two glasses from the bar. She looked even more tired tonight and the circles under her eyes were darker. "You've brought out the whisky. Are things not going well between you and Artem?"

"Don't make it sound weird," she quipped as she poured the amber liquid into both glasses. Tipping her glass at him, she said, "Cheers!"

They fell into their usual groove over the next hour or so. She begged him to talk about his day and asked him all sorts of questions about the cases his team handles. She offered her advice about how to best approach the high-profile detainees from the recent drug bust and listened to him give his expert opinion about the case she was handling.

As he was sharing his suspicion about the star witness in her current case, he saw her squint her light yellow-green eyes and attempt to suppress a yawn. He checked the time - it was half past midnight.

"You seem tired. Maybe we should call it a night," he offered.

"I'm not that tired yet," the young brunette replied, stretching her arms above her head while letting out a yawn. Before he could stop himself, he watched the fabric of her nightshirt outline the swell of her breast as she stretched.

He shook his head. Darius, this woman is young enough to be your baby sister, he repeated to himself. For as long as he can compartmentalize her into that role, he figured he would be okay.

It could be because of the alcohol and the fact that she looked cute, but somehow compartmentalizing her wasn't doing the trick. Her nightdress was now disheveled, her nipples were peeking through the fabric of her clothes and it was enough to send blood rushing to his manhood. He sighed and quietly counted to ten to calm himself down.

"I think you should rest," the dashing dark-haired captain said. "Artem would be upset if he finds out you've been staying up late."

"But I can't sleep," Rosa whined. "Lately, all this prep work for the trial has been stressing me out so much, my brain's been working overtime. I can't relax, and I can't sleep."

Darius took one look at the crestfallen expression on Rosa's face and mentally deliberated between helping her or leaving her to her own devices. "But she's still young," he muttered under his breath.

"I'm right here and I'm twenty-four. What are you up to?"

"Nothing," the Stellis Police Captain replied, downing his glass of whisky. "We should go to bed."

"Darius," Rosa cried, as she gripped his arm. "Don't go to bed yet. Stay with me a little while longer. I'm not tired yet and you have the day off tomorrow, too, right?"

He sent a prayer to the heavens. He was so close to giving in. He wished she'd be a good girl and just go back to her makeshift room so he can take a shower.

But she wasn't keen on following instructions the first time tonight. He wasn't sure if it was the way she pleaded with him or the feel of her hand as she held his arm for dear life, but the gruff police chief let go of all remaining logic he had left as he picked Rosa up and hoisted her on his shoulder. Slamming the door of his bedroom shut, he dropped the young woman on his bed and stared at her bewildered expression.

"Listen, I'm gonna help you sleep, but you better promise me you'll keep this a secret. Don't tell anyone about this," he said.

"I believe that's how a secret works."

He smirked. Even in her disheveled state, the junior lawyer still managed to answer back. No wonder she has Artem wrapped around her finger. He crouched down in front of her.

"Have you ever been intimate with a man before?"

She shook her head. "But… But I know the science behind it. I have an idea of how it works," she said.

Darius chuckled as he grabbed her legs and knelt in front of her. He could smell her arousal and he didn't have to touch her to know she was getting excited about what he was about to do.

"I have another secret to tell you," he said, as he reached for the waistband of her panties. There was a curious spark in her eyes. "I used to think of myself as your older brother," he confessed while slowly sliding her panties off her legs. He then positioned her legs on either side of his face and smirked. "But I wouldn't do this to my baby sister," he said before he licked the slit of her pussy once before lapping at it like a starving man.

She gasped at the feeling of his wet tongue on her most intimate part. It wasn't unpleasant. She wanted more. She bucked her hips against his face, urging his tongue to keep tasting her. The feel of stubble on her clit as he ravaged her made her scream.

In between licks, Darius kept telling her how good she tasted and what Artem would do if he ever found out he was eating her out. These only added fuel to the fire as she begged him to keep going.

She thrashed wildly when he sucked at her clit. She pulled on his hair, on the sheets - she didn't care if she looked like a maniac, but she wasn't gonna make him stop.

He held her hips steady. "Look at me, Rosa," he told her. With her eyes locked on his, he lowered his lips again and parted her slit with his tongue. His eyes never left hers as he expertly parted her slit with his tongue and plunged deeper. Each time she would close her eyes, he'd click his tongue to remind her to keep watching. He loved watching her rise and fall apart with each lick and each suckle. As his tongue plunged inside her, he felt her tremble and knew she was close. He could also feel his pants tighten, so he unzipped his pants and took his cock out to stroke it while he drove Rosa off the edge.

"Darius…"

"I know, I know, baby," he said. "Don't fight it. Let it go. Cum for me."

"Darius, I-I'm coming," Rosa gasped before waves of white heat rolled inside of her and Darius lapped it all up, not stopping until he's consumed all of her essence and planting one last lick on her sensitive clit.

Sensing his own release, he stood over Rosa, still sprawled on his bed. "Sorry, Rosa, I'm gonna cum, too. May I?"

Before she had the chance to respond, he lifted her nightdress and groaned. Webs of creamy white liquid spilled from the tip of his large member unto her warm belly, and she watched as the magnificent man who had given her her first orgarsm now sought his own release.

He collapsed on top of her and kissed her forehead. "Let's get you cleaned up so you can go to sleep," he said, still catching his breath. "After all, you must be tired now."

"I am," the pretty petite nodded. "But I want to sleep here. And since we have the day off tomorrow, do you mind if we trade some more secrets, Captain Morgan?"

The older man laughed. "I can't possibly say no to a request from little Miss Attorney Rosa," he said, burying his face on her neck. "I have a lot of secrets to share with you. I hope you're ready for it."

The end.

#tears of themis #tears of themis fanfic #darius morgan x rosa #darius morgan

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nad-zeta · 2 years

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Morning coffee

Fandom: Tears of Themis

Pairings: Darius x Reader

Eeeeek Happy Birthday MAMAAAAA @moonlit-stargazer!!!☺😳😳! Gaaaaaaah can you believe it! How fast time flies! I hope you have a truly wonderful day mamaaaa and get spoiled rotten ❤❤😳Love you so so much mama! I hope all your dreams come true❤May this year treat you with all the love and kindness! My wish is that you put yourself first this year and take care of yourself! HOPE YOU EAT MORE CAKE AND CANDY THAN HUMANLY POSSIBLE ❤☺I Am so happy to have met and gotten to know you mamaaa! You are a truly wonderful person and ya make my heart so happy! Thanks for being such a wonderful friend! Let me stop before i get toooo sappy! ❤❤❤❤❤ also this is in collab with the wonderfully talented Albyyyyy @alby-rei ... ill link the super pretty cards tomorrow 🥺🥺🥺

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The phone alarm had sounded for the 2nd time already. And Darius, with sleep riddled eyes drooping with the heavy stains of black — the true tellings of a workaholic hard at work— let go of a loud groan, blindly tapping around his desk to extinguish the menace interrupting his slumber.

He could barely lift his head from the position on his desk, crink in his neck, completely locked from the awkward position he had taken up, "resting his eyes." He knew what you would tell him if you saw him in this old man state of his, "divine punishment," and for once, he could agree; after all, slaving away over the latest case until daybreak was a hell of his own making.

You, after all, had one rule, no work after 10 pm. But this case had been on his mind since coming back from the office, and he knew if he had gone to bed last night, he might very well have spent the evening staring up at the ceiling thinking about the closed folder calling his name.

In a series of 6 alarms, the third sounded, and a dull headache started to drum against his skull. He wondered if he had just left it, if it would eventually turn itself off, or would it first wake the whole household. Between a state of wake and sleep, he managed to silence it.

With the fourth going off, he finally managed to hoist his heavy head up, supported only by the numb pillar of his arm, while the other dragged the open case file closer. Surely, he would be able to get a few more hours of grinding in before making his way to the station.

By the time alarm 5 continued on and on and on, Captain Morgan had lost a losing battle, looking very much like a drunken captain on his trusty ship, swaying with the waves on his only good leg.

Oh, but he could sense you coming, even in his drunken sleep. His partner in crime and second in command.

The Softballs of your feet hit the off-white carpet and stopping short of the door.

"I love you, Darius, I really do," despite his state, the inklings of a smile began to form as he could almost picture the way your brows pulled together, hand resting on your hip, boring a hole in the back of his head— the exact same way you always did when he neglected his health.

"Honestly, sometimes," he knew you like the palm of his hand; by now, you were shaking your head and creeping closer, the promises of a long sigh to follow.

And there it was, tickling his ears at the same time the aroma of the freshly brewed dark roast hit his nose. Oh, how he fell in love with you over and over again, especially in that moment that you silenced that wretched alarm. What would he do without you? It certainly was a miracle that he had found someone who'd put up with his shit in the first place.

"Morning," you chimed with arms looped around his shoulders, mouth pressed briefly against his past 6 O'clock shadow.

"Mornin," he rasped out the first words of the day, pulling the sides of his mouth up even further to give a lopsided grin, which immediately turned into a scowl as you swiftly left his office to get ready for your own busy day ahead.

Blindly reaching over, he brought the caffeine to his lips, and inhaled deeply, letting the caramelised nutty aroma wash over him. Coffee to him was like Rum was to thee Captain Morgan. A past self that felt like a lifetime ago yet never forgotten with permanent evidence skittered across his chest, three sheets to the wind.

He tipped to take the first sip of the day with a contented huff, and suddenly the world seemed to make sense. Bitter taste smoothed across his palate and kick-started his day.

The harsh lines indenting his face eased and smooth with each gulp, as scowl turned impassive, and finally to dimpled half-smirk.

Setting the mug down and pulling himself closer to his desk, he knew his fingers wouldn't be the only thing cracked that morning.

#tears of themis #darius morgan #tot #tot darius #tears of themis darius #Mamaaas birthday 2022 #Eeeeeek lets party!!!#Hope ya have the absolute best day mamaaaa #whoooop whooooop #And that the day is filled with surprises

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oatbrew · 3 years

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a perfect stranger

prompt/summary: a college-aged rosa reluctantly attends a halloween party with her roommates, which goes off course when she ends up getting rescued by a handsome off-duty lieutenant. darius morgan/rosa (mc)

shameless (10k!!) smut written for kinktober featuring the following: age difference, dry humping, thigh riding. additional warnings for harassment (not between the ship), minor d/s dynamics, sexist language, slight impregnation kink

AO3 link

She ought to blame her roommates for this.

“C’mon, girl, no one and I mean no one in their right minds would be studying for midterms on Halloween night of all times.”

“Miss Married to Work” they called her and not all the teasing was exactly warm. She liked her roommates well enough. But outside the automated systems that matched roommates at the beginning of every year, they weren’t the type she’d have chosen to hang out, much less live, with. Still, this was the first time she had resided somewhere outside of her parents’ house. She had spent the first two years of her undergraduate career commuting to save money. But the overbearing silence that resided in the corners of her once comfortable childhood home made staying another year at the empty house unconscionable. At least with roommates, she had an impetus to leave her apartment.

With a sigh, she agreed and let them drag her away to change into something fitting.

Or barely fitting, by their standards.

Thirty minutes into this house party and she could feel the regret churn in her stomach. The noise of the dubstep, the gaggle of people dancing frantically or whooping at each other’s ear, and the general smell of inebriation would have been enough to send her running out. But she’d call herself a coward if she didn’t try to endure for at least an hour.

New experiences and all, she told herself as a pep talk. If you can’t even survive a house party, how can you survive law school?

Interested glances latched onto skin she normally covered on any other day but her roommate had rejected her requests to wear her normal attire.

“How boring would it be if you were the only one there without a costume!”

Still, she couldn’t help but tug at the short hem of this slip of a dress that barely passed for a costume by the excuse of bunny ears they had slapped onto her head almost as an afterthought. She fidgeted when someone brushed too close. But not all the attention she received was as much of a turn-off as she had expected.

Some were creeps overtly leering at the curve of her cleavage but some were appreciative looks from men whom she considered attractive and wouldn’t have minded starting a conversation with. It surprised her to learn that, for all her nervousness, she enjoyed her ability to attract this kind of attention. Her primary weapon of assertion was hard work and intelligence. While she loved beautiful clothing, presenting herself to entice attraction at a purely physical level was a ground she had no anchor on.

A boy around her age wearing pirate garb did a double-take at her as he passed. She bit her lip from smiling, thrilled to do something so completely unexpected and not exactly on script of the proper girl she’d played for most her life.

She wondered what Luke would think if he saw her dressed like this.

Wait. What are you thinking about Luke for? she scolded herself.

But the thought of him was akin to dipping her body in an ice bath. The warmth and excitement that had been tentatively building in her dissipated and left her hollow.

Suddenly, a hand latched onto her arm and she shook it off until she recognized her roommate’s excited face. She could smell a little of the booze on her breath mixed with what she had already imbibed pre-gaming.

“There you are! Why are you huddled by the food table? I thought I lost you for a second. There’s a hot tub outside!”

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

“Who cares? Besides, they’re setting up for beer pong in the yard.”

She pulled her arm back. “Actually, I’m gonna step outside for a quick moment. I need a bit of air.”

Her roommate rolled her eyes. “Ok, sure, whatever. Don’t take too long, all right? I promised to bring another person on my team.”

She knew the dismissive tone wasn’t meant to be unkind but she couldn’t help but wish that someone would ask her genuinely if she was all right.

Feeling the worst kind of company, she pushed through the crowd to exit and landed on the dirty steps of the porch stairs. She supposed she should be more careful of her roommate’s dress. But she didn't. The borrowed stilettos pinched her toes and it didn’t register how much her feet were throbbing until she sat.

Some start of the night, she snarked.

The city was wide awake at this hour, even more so with the holiday festivities. The children had all but dispersed, leaving college kids and adult revelers to populate the streets in their stead. The area was well lit but there were enough pedestrians in all their cheer and inebriation that she felt safe enough to drop her mask.

So it was a true surprise when some random stranger in a cheesy suit passed her perch before pausing and turning back in an exaggerated and drunken swivel. When he sat next to her, dread immediately settled on her shoulders.

Great. Now, this.

“Well, well, what’s a pretty bunny like you looking so sad by all her lonesome doing out here? Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend this time of night?”

She cooled her nerves. “He’s inside. I should meet back with him actually.”

His lecherous gaze traced a blatant line from her face to her breasts and legs. “You in a rush, bunny? We just met. I’m sure your boyfriend can wait.”

She made to stand and return inside but he followed her with movements that seemed smoother than his inebriation would have warranted, slamming the door closed when she tried to open it.

“Leave me alone,” she ordered, willing her voice not to waver.

He cooed like he thought it was sweet. “Oh, bunny, don’t be like that—”

She didn’t know what insanity possessed him to reach towards her face and stroke it as if it was welcome. But the outrage of not even being able to mope in peace had her body recall the motions she’d practiced hundreds of times during her self-defense classes. She lifted her knee towards the softest part of him and twisted away, using his momentum against him. He yelped, clambering to catch his fall. But, instead, he tripped over his own feet and crashed hard down the porch stairs and onto the ground.

“You fucking bitch! What was that for?” His face blotched red with pulsing anger. He scrambled up, hunched over but still looking threatening as he took a step forward.

“I said, leave me alone.”

Before she could make a run for it inside, she heard the man yelp again in a mixture of alarm and pain. On the sidewalk where he curled around himself, another figure had grabbed the creep’s arm into an angle so sharp that she almost winced in commiseration before remembering that he deserved it.

“Ow, shit, man! Let me go!”

“She asked you to leave." A deep, resonant growl stiffened her spine into attention.

“Yeah, I was going!”

“If you were, why didn’t you leave the first time she asked?”

“I will, okay! I will! Just let go of my arm!”

For a moment, she believed that the other man wouldn’t and would in fact bend it even further back enough to break. He looked tempted for a moment.

“Look,” she found herself saying. “Sir, it’s fine. He was only pestering me. Rest assured, if he tried for more, I would’ve aimed for his eyes next.”

“Hey!”

Her rescuer ignored the sputtering man at his heels, his eyes studying her. He must have registered something on her face that caused him to relent and let the bastard go.

"Now, get out of here before I have you arrested,” he said quietly, lethally.

He scrambled to his feet. “C’mon, it’s not like I was doing anything she wasn’t asking for!”

“You wanna try that shit with me again?”

The low threat of violence and authority in his voice seemed to wake the creep because he launched off. They watched as he disappeared around the corner of the block as quickly as he appeared.

Her rescuer waited to see if the other man would return before he reverted his attention towards her flustered face. The adrenaline of the situation seeped away, leaving her locked muscles to sag in its wake. She could only stare blankly at the stranger in consideration.

He had tousled brown hair and a hard jaw that seemed to soften as he appraised her. Dark circles hung under his eyes and he held a mouth that seemed used to frowning, faint wrinkles accompanying its corners. He looked like someone you didn’t want to mess with, which explained why his quarry was so quick to flee. The leather jacket casually slung on his shoulder, the tattoos, and the motorcycle parked behind him only added to the warning.

But the look in his eyes was the complete opposite. She’d never seen eyes that golden or that warm for that matter.

“Are you all right, Miss?” She realized that he was repeating his words because she’d missed the first time.

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah? I can get someone here from the station if you want to report him.”

“No. No, that’s not necessary.”

“You’re certain?”

“I...I had it under control.”

“I’m sure you did. But that would’ve been unpleasant for anyone to go through.”

“Nothing worse than what I’ve already faced this week,” was what her mind meant for her mouth to say. But something about the gentleness in his tone or those golden eyes absurdly, horribly caused her lip to wobble.

Oh, no.

“Miss?” He stepped closer and she burst into tears.

“I’m sorry! It’s just…” Stop! Stop speaking now. “It’s not the fact that he tried to lay a hand on me. It’s about how I’ve really been trying to push myself to go out of my comfort zone this week and the second I decided that I wasn’t going to worry and that I deserve to enjoy myself, I find some way to suck the fun out of everything. And even better, some pervert decides I’d be his perfect target so he’s just the cherry on the top of this horrible sundae of a situation. And these clothes aren’t even mine and if I had the choice, I would’ve dressed up like Jett from Turbo Warriors instead and worn shorter heels because my feet are killing me and I’ve had a pretty stressful week overall, which is why I went to this stupid party in the first place so I could blow off some steam. And my friends abandoned me to play beer pong and you’re the first kind face I’ve seen all night who hasn't wanted anything from me and the fact that you just looked after me even though you don’t know me and I—”

“Miss.” His soft voice cut through the bubble of hysteria that seemed to be growing the more she babbled. She stopped immediately, sniffling, and realized that he was handing her a handkerchief.

“Do you need me to call someone?”

She thought of the fact that there’d be no one to call. None who could come immediately anyway. She sat back on the porch steps in defeat.

“No.”

“How about a ride or money home?”

“No.”

He paused and bent his knees so they were level. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Stupidly, her throat tightened. She shook her head, afraid to meet his eyes.

He measured her for another moment before he draped his leather jacket around her shoulders. She didn’t even realize she’d been shivering.

“How much are your feet killing you?”

“A lot,” she mumbled.

In her periphery, she watched as he rummaged through the compartment at the back of his motorcycle before returning with flip flops that were obviously his size.

“Oh, I couldn’t.”

“Don’t. I keep a spare handy whenever I change out of work clothes. It’s no bother.”

She unstrapped the stilettos, relief immediately settling between her toes.

“Thank you,” she said shyly.

“Anyway, you think your feet can handle two blocks?”

“Y-Yes?”

“All right. Then, follow me.” He started walking away and only paused when he realized she wasn’t moving.

“Um.” She wiped frantically at her face. “Where are we going?”

“Just a restaurant I know nearby. You look like you could use a pick-me-up. Some water maybe. Unless you’d rather not? I’d understand if you’re—”

She caught up to him, shoes in hand, and finished dabbing her face. “I’d love a coffee actually.”

Joe’s was a quaint diner at the corner of Lowood and Hilltop, an area that seemed to sit in the middle of more old-fashioned brownstones and the newer condos of the college neighborhood that bordered the university. The enclave affected an air of a past era, a pocket that had turned to vintage, old, and turned all the way back into being retro and fashionable again.

But mostly it was quiet. Homey, even.

The waitress (Jane, according to her name tag) came by with their drinks, her tired face already drawn by the lateness of the hour. She felt for the poor woman.

“Thank you.” She smiled before she turned to her companion, who was blowing softly on his cup. “I thought you’d be getting coffee.”

“I don’t actually drink caffeine. Not to my taste.”

She regarded him and his attire. Plain white t-shirt and biker jeans with a hint of a tattoo peeking behind his shirt collar and another set wrapping around both arms. She wanted to look closer to discern the design and possible meanings but that would mean ogling him. He hefted the muscles of a laborer who earned his physique through everyday work rather than a fitness devotee who shaped their body in the gym. She considered returning his jacket but she felt too cold without it.

“If I’m being honest, from first glance alone, I didn’t peg you as a chamomile type,” she joked, trying to harness some dignity back after her outburst moments ago.

“Well, I didn’t peg you as a black coffee type.”

“Sugar makes me distracted. Whenever I get caffeine, I like it plain. I need all the focus I can get when I’m pulling all-nighters.”

“You do that often? Can’t be healthy for someone still growing.” She didn’t know him well to recognize if it was true but it sounded almost as if he was teasing her.

“I’m 20. My prefrontal cortex will forgive me once I pass my bar exam.”

“You gunning to be a lawyer?”

“Yeah.”

He smiled faintly and she couldn’t help but think how it made him doubly attractive. “Makes sense. The way you were dressing down that asshole makes me believe you’d do well in court.”

For some reason, she felt immense relief at his words. As if he had validated a part of her that bore an insecurity she didn’t even know she’d been carrying.

“Really?”

He nodded. “I knew then that you could handle yourself but I’m glad that he didn’t get the opportunity to push that to the test.”

“My, um, friend and I took martial arts as a kid. He took it more seriously than me but I kept at it because I had a feeling I’d need some form of self-defense in the future.”

His face hardened with an unhappy expression. “I’m sorry you have to deal with things like that.”

“Well, yes, part of it was because I’m a woman. But the other part was because when I realized I wanted to be a lawyer, I knew I needed some way to protect myself.”

“You’ve thought this through.”

She took a sip of her coffee, flinching a little when it scalded her tongue. She always got a little too excited whenever she had someone willing to hear her thought trains out.

“You know that newcomer attorney on the news lately? Artem Wing?”

His lips curved with amusement. “I’m familiar.”

“I want to be exactly like him. It always inspired me how much he was already doing despite how young he was. By the time he was my age, he was already at the top of his class in law school. But sadly I’m not a genius so I have to go through the whole thing slowly the old-fashioned way.”

“Nothing wrong with a little old-fashionedness.”

“Of course. It’s just,” she faltered, tried to get her thoughts together. “The friend I mentioned who I took classes with—he's something of a genius, too. He moved to the capital to attend NCU because he got admitted early. And while I’m proud of him, it also makes me feel like I could be doing more. His efforts push me to keep working harder.”

“Careful though that you don’t push yourself too much.”

She recalled the overwhelming stress of her workload this past week and shrugged. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

He chuckled a little as if realizing that perhaps he’d leaned too hard as a nag. “It’s admirable, how much energy the youth have.”

She narrowed her eyes. “How old are you exactly?”

“33.”

“That’s hardly old,” she scoffed.

“Trust me. You think the aches start when you’re middle-aged? No, it starts in your 30s. Wake up with your back aching for no damn reason and it doesn’t matter the number, you’ll start feeling old regardless.”

“Really?” She couldn’t help but laugh that this tough-looking guy could complain about something so banal.

“I’m not kidding. Anyway, I gotta give you something to look forward to in a decade.”

“Maybe in a decade, I’ll be just like Artem Wing.”

“Maybe by then, you’ll be even better.” He said it so simply, as if he was stating an honest fact as the weather. She fell silent for a moment in wonder at how he could hold so much faith in a total stranger.

She looked at her cup shyly. “Thank you. I actually really needed to hear something like that.”

“Sounds like you’ve had a day. Maybe even a week,” he observed. “If I remember correctly, you said that your friends weren’t there to watch over you.”

“It sounds worse when I put it like that. My roommates are friendly enough but we’re not close. I don’t normally go to parties with them so I didn’t really know what to expect.”

“Not an excuse for them to abandon you.”

It heartened her that he would immediately go to her defense. “I only meant to step out for a second to get some air. It was just…”

She looked up, meeting his patient expression and she could no longer help but be openly frank. “It’s just been lonely. My parents and my friend have been gone for a while. And I've taken for granted having someone like them live with me. It’s not the same now. For example, I have this habit of leaving out Post-It notes on the fridge or my roommate’s books with, y'know, silly little platitudes. ‘Have a good day,’ ‘Take it easy,’ ‘Don’t forget to drink water,’—that kind of thing. That’s the kind of comfort and affection I’d share with my loved ones before. And my roommates don’t really understand it. And I’m not saying I’m the type of person who expects to be best friends with everybody. I get that maybe they vibe at a different frequency than me and I can accept that. But when who you are works best with certain people and then suddenly, they’re no longer there… I guess what I’m saying is that it’s hard to feel comfortable being in your own skin sometimes by yourself. And it's even harder to step outside and take risks when no one’s there to catch your fall.”

She sighed, rubbing her eyes before realizing too late that she was worsening her already messy makeup. She must look like a raccoon to him right now. How perfect. What a sad, pathetic portrait she must have painted for this poor man.

But instead of derision she only heard his gentle chuckle. “I get that. I pretty much live alone, which suits me well enough most of the time. But…”

She waited, earnest with her patience because he had afforded her the same.

“But sometimes when I want to complain about work or if I’m reading something funny and I want to share it with someone, it’s hard when you don’t have that waiting for you at home.”

“I’m sure your friends and family would love to hear from a book you think is funny,” she ventured since she was operating with little information.

“Oh, I’m sure the guys at work would enjoy that to an extent. But I’m talking about what you said: this difference between the people you can have fun with and the people you can live with. If you’re lucky, your loved ones can be both but that’s not always the case.”

She knew what he meant. There were people you could be friendly with but only a few that you could share your truest self with. The kind of people who were in some ways inevitable because you could see your place with them at every stage of your lives. She knew that Luke and her parents would return and it was that fact that kept her from complaining or grieving their absence. But in doing so, she had kept herself from admitting how terribly lonely she was and it had backfired on her tonight.

But as she looked at her companion and considered the turn of events that landed her here with him, perhaps not.

In some ironic way, she felt her problems shrink in the face of his. She wondered if he had people like that in his life. How terrible it’d be if a man who would keep a lonely stranger company wouldn’t have someone to return the favor when he went home. She’d noticed him mention his work friends but no allusion to a family.

Her brain struggled for words, something comforting without sounding pitiful or trite. But before she could piece them out, she heard him chuckle again with derision that seemed self-directed.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to unload that on you. That was pretty odd, I’ll admit.”

“No! I-I’m happy that you told me. Not that I’m happy about what you said but that you would share that with me. It made me feel better in a way. Not that your loneliness makes me feel better, that’s not what I’m—actually, forget everything I said—”

“No, you don’t have to explain. I get you,” he said, amusement returning. Her nerves settled and for some unfathomable reason, seeing his warm eyes and his easy expression, she really believed that he did.

This stranger really did get her.

She wanted to laugh a little as they continued to drink in perfect silence. For the first time since her parents left, she’d met another person whose quiet she could be comfortable with.

Jane’s reappearance broke the peace when she returned with the check, which he insisted on paying. The dim realization that they’d have to separate soon cooled the warmth of his jacket.

She clenched her teeth from shivering as they stepped out into the cold autumn air and walked back to his motorcycle.

“So... Jett from Turbo Warriors, huh?” he broached, breaking her out of her thoughts.

“Huh?”

“You said that if you had the choice, you’d dress like Jett from Turbo Warriors.”

She blushed but her chest felt easy. “Yeah. I’m a huge fan actually.”

It was hardly the most embarrassing thing to admit that she was such a nerd over a children’s cartoon, especially after everything else she said. Something about the spell they created between them made it easy to confess such things.

As if he felt it too, he shrugged. “More of an Ancient Ranger man myself.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at that. “What?”

“Yeah. Never got the appeal of people fighting in spacesuits.”

“Oh, as if Ancient Ranger isn’t just a fantasy retread of Turbo Warriors.”

“In case you didn’t know, 'young one,' Ancient Ranger was a comic book series first before Turbo Warriors even released. Besides, Turbo hasn’t made a good episode since the original series ended.”

She took childish delight in mocking him. “Ahhh, I see. You’re one of those purist old farts.”

“And you’re a reboot heretic.”

“Only a true fan would stay faithful.”

“Only someone with no taste would think the reboot is any good.”

They both looked at each other and laughed. It was nice to have such a silly conversation with no real stakes in it.

She clutched his jacket tighter as they approached the townhouse, which hadn’t faltered in its noise and excitement. She checked her phone and realized with a little sadness that her roommates hadn’t thought to call or text her in concern. Normally, she’d let it fester but tonight the feeling was only a twinge that faded in a second. While she fiddled with her phone, she watched from the corner of her eye as he lingered by his motorcycle. He was apparently trying to look as busy as she was.

She found that she didn’t want to give up his jacket so easily.

“Hey.”

He arched an eyebrow. “What?”

“You have any other plans tonight?”

He looked a little out of place in her apartment, she had to admit.

But there was something about his hulking figure perusing her bookshelf in her tiny bedroom that made both her chest and her thighs clench.

“Dynasty Fate VII?” he tipped the plastic case of the video game with sardonic warmth. “This game hasn’t even been localized yet.”

She shrugged. “Would it be nerdy of me to say that I couldn’t wait to play the game so I just bought the foreign version?”

“Incredibly nerdy. Don’t tell me you go to forums scouring for fan translations because you’re impatient?”

“Only a fellow nerd would know that.”

He chuckled before glaring at her with mock seriousness. “Is this why you brought me up here? To make fun of the old guy?”

“You’re hardly old. And no, that’s not the only reason why.” She reached behind a stack of law reference books and took out a disc case that was still wrapped in its packaging.

“Are you serious?” he burst out with a little laugh when he read the title.

“I know. This took me a whole day of fighting and outbidding a little old lady online to win it.”

It was the Director’s Edition of the original Turbo Warriors series, which was the Holy Grail for collectors. It featured commentary from the series creator, a few bits of which were online. But none featured the full track. When she explained it to her roommates, they indulged her well enough. But looking at his face, she knew he’d be the one to fully appreciate what this was.

“I hope you went gentle on her.”

“Nope. Showed her no mercy. Anyway, we could watch in the living room.” She paused. “But I also have a laptop and we can watch on my bed if you like.”

He took a moment to reply. “Living room sounds good.”

She nodded, swallowing her dismay when he left. She considered her closet before changing her mind and following him out with the disc. He had settled on the lumpy sofa, looking quite at home.

“You don’t want to change?” he asked when she had set up the TV and sat a safe distance away from him.

“I...like wearing your jacket. It’s warm.” Plus, if she changed to her pajamas, she didn’t know if her allure would remain.

“Not that I blame you. It’s my favorite thing to wear any time I’m on my bike.”

“So no chance of me keeping it as a souvenir?”

He smiled lazily. “No chance at all.”

“Not even if I paid you?” she teased.

“Not even then.”

“C’mon...is it because you don’t trust me?”

“That’s not it.”

“Maybe it’s just because you don’t like Turbo reboot fans and have a vendetta against us.”

His smile widened enough that he looked much, much younger. “Liking you isn’t the problem.”

“It isn’t?”

“I actually like you a little more than is good for either of us.”

She held her breath. Because, no, she didn’t mistake the tattered edge in his voice when he looked away, his eyes fixating on the screen. The opening intro was halfway through but for the life of her, it couldn’t keep her attention long enough.

“Is that a bad thing?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he cleared his throat. “You know, when you asked me to come up, I really should’ve said no.”

Disappointment flooded her, the heat of the moment gone in an instant. “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pressure you.”

“It’s not that. I wanted to decline for your sake. I know how it can look to your neighbors inviting an older guy into your place at midnight of all times.”

“You're worried about my reputation?”

“I know it’s no one’s business what you do but I don’t want to cause you trouble.”

“You’re not. You’ve done nothing but bring me the opposite of trouble since we met. I didn’t...it just felt important to me that we weren’t alone tonight.”

He didn’t reply to that either though he did seem to contemplate her answer deeply as they watched the familiar first scene of the episode. The room fell silent but her mind was buzzing; she could hardly pretend to pay attention. She snuck a peek and saw him focused on the screen. Her nerve failed. She didn’t want to distract him, but surely she wasn’t the only one imagining that this silence wasn’t comfortable. It was almost as if they were on the precipice of doing something impulsively stupid. Reckless and dangerous, even, and it was only a matter of who would break and commit first.

When the main character nearly died during the infamous air bike chase scene, she couldn’t keep up the impasse.

“Is it like that every time?”

He blinked. “What is?”

“Riding a motorcycle.”

“You liked it?” His mouth quirked, pleased.

She nodded. “It felt like I was somehow flying and about to fall off the seat the entire ride.”

“You wouldn't have."

"I know. You wouldn’t have let me so I wasn’t worried.”

His amused voice softened into seriousness. “No, I definitely wouldn’t have. Still, I didn’t think you’d be such an adrenaline junkie.”

“Well, sometimes I think it’s important to do things that scare you.”

That dangerous, weighted silence wedged between them again. When he cast a sideways glance at her, his voice was as low as she’d ever heard it. “Do I scare you?”

She could only be honest and wondered how her own voice turned so husky. “Only in the best way.”

They stared at each other, not even bothering the pretense anymore. She didn’t know who came forward first. She didn't know whether it was the heated look he’d given her or the throaty want in her voice that triggered it. But somehow her hands clutched tight on his shirt and his had taken off his jacket from her and found residence on the small of her back.

He tasted like tea. Bitter, but soft.

She wanted more.

But before she could truly lose herself, he broke off as he leaned away, breathing heavily.

No, no, come back. You're too far.

“We shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

He shook his head. “You’re young.”

“And?”

“Have you even done this before?”

She fidgeted but kept her eyes firm. “No. But that hardly matters as long as we’re honest throughout.”

“That’s not the issue.”

“Then enlighten me.”

“You’re a sweet girl. A kind girl. You deserve to be taken out to some nice restaurant on a proper date, be courted, and brought roses. Not this. Whatever this is.”

She felt proper irritation at that. “Funny how you seem to know more than me about what I’m like and what I want.”

“That’s not what I meant. I just don’t want you to do anything that you might regret. Hell, I wish I could give you the flowers and the dinner. But you’re not even out of college yet. You have more time to find all that out yourself and do things at your own pace. You don’t deserve to have your first time taken by an old bastard like me.”

“Old by whose standards? Anyway, I don’t care. None of that matters. Virginity’s fake anyways.”

He shook his head as if switching tactics. “A little while ago, some pervert harassed and nearly attacked you. I don’t think you’re in the right frame of mind to be making decisions like this.”

Frustration steeled her resolve. There was a reason why she did so well in debate class.

“A little while ago, I had plans to have dumb, mindless fun, which is something I never do. And I told myself that if I ended up fooling around with someone I wanted enough to do it with tonight, then I’d be ready for it. I’ve spent 20 years having people think that I’m a proper girl, whatever that’s supposed to mean. And for once, I’d like to mess around and be my age and not have it be this significant thing that I have to do properly. I’m not expecting anything except for us to enjoy ourselves. I’m not expecting romance. And I’m not expecting you to give me special treatment like I’m some porcelain doll. So, I’m asking you, as respectfully as I can: would you like to get off with me or not because if you don’t, then we can just part ways as friends now and I can finish myself off with my vibrator when you leave, no harm done.”

For the first time tonight, he looked genuinely taken aback like she had pulled the rug from underneath his feet and thrown a situation onto him that he didn’t know how to handle. But he seemed to collect his wits quickly and she envied him a little for how practiced he was at being unflappable.

“You’ve thought about this a lot.”

“Just because I haven’t had sex before doesn’t mean I don’t know what my body wants or likes.”

He looked at her like she said something completely unintelligible. She waited for him to agree or not but when he remained mute, she moved back, uncertainty unsettling her initial daring.

“Ok, look, as I said, if you’re unwilling, we can just—”

Without warning, he grabbed her by the waist and she landed roughly but perfectly onto the center of his lap. Her hands grasped his chest by instinct to brace her weight. Even caught in the sudden whiplash of confusion, the reality of the situation sunk into her toes.

The gentle but very real rise and fall of his chest was no fantasy she could conjure. He was solid underneath her, all flesh and muscle and sweat. A man much older who had seen more, known more, and who was looking at her with a hunger of someone who knew exactly what he wanted and exactly what he was doing. This was completely uncharted waters. Her nerves fluttered her pulse to a stutter but never had she felt so awake and conscious of her own heartbeat until now.

Her bravado swirled with her apprehension so she cleared her throat and kept her attention fixed onto the gold of his irises, which seemed to darken even more as they watched her tongue lick her lips. He smelled amazing, a more potent form hinted by his jacket, some masculine kind of sweat or cologne or something and she was sorely tempted to sniff his neck before realizing how weird that would be.

“So...you’re interested?”

He pressed her down onto his lap as a gesture. “What do you think?”

She licked her lips again and for a moment, he looked frustrated enough that she almost thought he’d lick it for her.

“How...how should we start?”

“I’ll follow your lead. This is your show.”

“Um. I know it seemed like I had a whole step-by-step plan coming onto this but it’s a little different fantasizing about it, watching two bad actors onscreen pretend to enjoy it, and then actually having to do it for yourself...”

His surprised laugh was a slow, rich, rolling thing and she shivered at how close she was that she could feel the vibrations of it on her skin.

“I got you. Well, you say you know what your body wants. What is it telling you?”

His study of her was one of immeasurable patience like he really intended to figure things out with her for as long as it took.

“It wants you to touch it,” she whispered, honesty softening her voice to a lower pitch.

“Show me where.”

Her left hand took his right one and slowly ushered it to her breasts. His other hand flirted with the zipper at the side of her dress before he pulled it down, letting the fabric free to pool around her waist. Once he’d unhooked her bra one-handed with a quick snap (which was attractive in its own right), she was free for him to study. She’d never been topless in front of a man before, someone she only just met no less. And his appreciative glance kept her from indulging the impulse to cover her chest. Tethered to the motion of pleasuring herself with both their hands, she continued to direct him in the way she knew would incite the most arousal.

“This all right?” he murmured, so focused on what he was doing that she almost giggled at how adorable it was that he seemed intent on getting it right.

She beckoned him to squeeze harder and when he obeyed her orders, she whispered in his ear almost like a reward. “Sometimes when I’m really into it, I like to twist my nipples, too.”

It was fascinating how she could feel him harden even more underneath her in real-time. But he kept his focus on his task like an obedient gentleman. He flicked a thumb at her nipple, fascinated by how it also hardened under his touch.

“Like that?”

She nodded fervently, hissing when he pinched it between his fingers.

“You can tell me to stop any time.”

“Keep going.”

He hummed. She could feel him growing excited the louder she whined when he flicked her nipple again. “What else, sweetheart?”

“Lick me.”

“Where?”

“Wherever you like.”

He didn't even give it a thought before he settled for tasting a strip down the line between her breasts. She gasped.

“Been wanting to do that all night.”

“Really?”

“Tried not to think about it. It’s hardly proper.”

“To hell with being proper.”

She pressed her lips against his, and it would’ve been almost sweet (romantic even, but she banished that) if he wasn’t also playing with her nipples simultaneously. The sensation made her wild enough that she barely registered when he was leaning away from her frenzy.

“Slow, baby. Gentle,” he murmured with a chuckle. And he stole her apology away when he bent towards her again. Her embarrassment of her inexperience fled as they matched each other's pace, moving her lips more in tandem with his. It was an indulgence how he seemed intent on kissing her like that was all he planned to do for the rest of the night. Feeling greedy but a little more tempered, she opened her mouth a little to prod her tongue on his lips and his response was immediate, wet, warm.

Hot.

It was the hottest thing she’d ever done. The sudden upsurge of tension emboldened her hips to start rocking against him, mimicking the strokes of his tongue, imagining with a little carnal thrill whether that'd be the pace they’d be setting for later. His stubble rubbed roughly against her chin deliciously and it made her seek an even rougher kind of friction. Her hips instinctually arranged themselves to better position the wet spot of her underwear with the bulge of his pants. Every time they made contact, her mind slipped into incoherence a little bit more.

They played with each other for a while, his mouth sucking her tongue like he wanted to learn exactly what she tasted like before they separated to latch onto unoccupied skin, necking like a couple of teenagers. His musk was stronger behind his ear and she wished she could roll around in it so she could smell like him all the time. She nibbled hard at the side of his neck, her hands winding through his hair, wondering with delight if she’d leave a little bit of herself on him for tomorrow. He must have been thinking the same as he seemed intent on leaving as many hickeys on her that he could. She vaguely realized that she had slid from his lap to his thigh and the hard muscle underneath her was just another opportunity she knew she could exploit. She freed her neck from his attention and his head followed by instinct, growling when she leaned away from him. Her hands propped themselves onto his shoulders and she couldn’t help but smirk at his frustration.

“I bet I could get off just by rubbing myself on your leg alone.”

The frustration ebbed into intrigued desire and he matched her grin. “Yeah? Show me.”

She pushed the cover of her underwear to the side of her pussy and swore she could feel him twitching at the glimpse of her completely bare. Without preamble, she started to grind on his leg, the texture of his pants causing some friction. But it was the groove of the pocket that rubbed her clit just the right way.

“Oh, yes!” she gasped. She tried it again. And again.

She could faintly register how he egged her on. “Fuck, that’s it. That’s it, baby. Make a mess on me.”

He kept his hands on her waist so she wouldn’t fall over as they both watched, spellbound by how fluidly she seemed to bear down on him. At her wetness that was seeping into the fabric of his pants. She wondered if it would stain, wondered if it’d still be there even after he washed it. She wondered if he’d keep it regardless.

Her movements turned shameless as she rutted onto him like a bitch in heat, her fingers making quick work to assist. But pleasurable as it was, it wasn’t enough to bring her to completion. As if sensing her frustration at being edged so closely, his hands gripped her thighs as he flipped them onto the couch and replaced her fingers with his own. They were callused, rough, and exactly what she needed.

One hot lick on her clit and she was screaming. Her sudden orgasm dragged down her body in waves and he held her thighs through it all, mercilessly dragging his tongue up and down her slit while his thumb rubbed her little circle of nerves in tandem.

She’d feel sorrier that her hand had found its way to his hair again. But her grip seemed to make him groan in pleasure, which suggested that he liked a little bit of that pain. When she came down, he was kissing the skin of her inner thighs, pupils blown black and hazy with lust.

“What...what else did you think of doing to me tonight?” she asked, out of breath.

He didn’t seem to have the patience to play coy. “I was thinking of fucking you with my cock until you scream like that again.”

She felt herself practically flood from the nonchalant heat in his voice alone. They wasted no time as she helped him out of his shirt and pants. When he stepped out of his briefs and threw it carelessly behind him, she simply had to take a moment and stare. His arousal practically twitched and while she’d never imagined giving oral in her fantasies, she wondered a little how easily she seemed to salivate as she practically panted over him.

“I want you inside of me,” she could only say as she dumped all the contents of her purse onto the coffee table. She feverishly grabbed one of the condoms she’d saved as a wish earlier that night.

“You have me.” He helped her slide the rubber onto him, grunting a little when her knuckles grazed the side of his shaft. For a second, uncertainty stilled her movements and she wavered as she sat back on his now naked thigh.

“What do you need, baby?” he asked gently.

“I need a little help, um, positioning myself onto you.”

“Come here.” He beckoned her to hover above him, bracing herself again on his shoulders. She bit her lip when she felt him circle the tip of his cock onto her slit before it poked through her opening. She felt herself stretch, stretch, before—

“Wait. Stop.”

He stilled.

“What’s wrong?” Concern broke through the lust on his face.

“You’re just...you’re much bigger than my vibrator, that’s all.” She tried to play it off with a laugh but her breath shook. She tamped down her panic when his concern translated into him actually urging her to her feet and taking off the condom.

Oh God, was he done with her? Had he given up?

“No, no, I didn’t want to stop. I’m sorry. Let’s try again.”

“Don’t be. I should’ve warmed you up better.” He paused. “Now that I think about it, go get your vibrator.”

“What?”

“I have an idea.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t want us to force it if you’re not ready yet. So go get your vibrator and teach me how you fuck yourself.”

Something must have connected in the synapses of her brain because she hurried to her room, uncaring of her nakedness or that she must have looked so silly rummaging underneath her bed for her special box. She almost jumped when she spotted him by the doorway.

Self-consciousness warred with her urgency as she parsed through the contents, some of it scattering on her comforter when she took out the case she kept her toys in.

“What’s this?”

She almost groaned when she saw that he’d taken the tied pile of cards that had drifted on the side of her bed.

“Um. Postcards from sleep-away camp when I was little. They’re affirmations campers write to each other on the last day of camp,” she babbled distractedly as she cleared away the other contents. “You’re meant to write nice stuff about the friends you made while you were there and everyone gets to keep the cards others have written for them. It’s…meant to affirm the best qualities that people see in you.”

“You make the best smores,” he read, his eyes crinkling with humor. “There are a lot of these. You must have had a lot of friends.”

“I was a nice girl,” she said, letting out a little giggle when he took her vibrator from her.

“You keep your sex toys with your childhood postcards?” He raised an eyebrow at the other paraphernalia she kept secretly in her little chest.

“I didn’t have anywhere else to put it,” she said, unable to help her defensive petulance.

He shook his head, his eyes softening with something almost like fondness. “You are just—”

“Just what?”

“Nothing. I think I really do get you now.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re right. You’re not a doll. You don’t need to be handled with kid gloves. And you’re certainly not the nice little girl who these postcards are writing about.”

She felt her breath shudder. She had never felt more naked, physically or otherwise. “I can be nice. I can be good, even. But sometimes I don’t want to be.”

“You've been telling me all night, haven’t you? But I don’t think I’ve been hearing it until now.” He swept the rest of the items off her bed and turned on the toy. The pink silicon buzzed to life and the way she clenched at the sound was practically a Pavlovian response.

He handed her the toy. “Tell me again what you've really been asking for.”

She licked her lips in excitement. “I...I want you to treat me like a slut.”

He smiled and it didn’t seem so gentle or kind this time. He grasped his cock with a lazy twist as he stood by her bed. He stroked languidly like he had all the time in the world when he nodded towards her pillow.

“Get on the bed and lie down. Take that pillow and put it under your hips so I can watch properly.”

She did as he commanded, positioning herself as she did on any other night when she was too aroused and restless to go to sleep and wanted to masturbate without waking her roommate next door.

“Before we continue, I want you to pick a safeword for any time we need to stop.”

“Um. Postcards.”

He grinned, amused. “Dirty girl. No. It has to be a word you wouldn’t use normally in bed.”

She gave it serious thought. “Race car.”

“Good. Now spread your legs and show me.”

She licked her fingers and started absentmindedly stroking herself as she fiddled with the buttons of her vibrator. When she was comfortable, she started to circle it around her clit in tight, small strokes. She could feel him watching with such intensive study and it was distracting enough that she closed her eyes and tried to focus on his voice.

“What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

She contemplated the question earnestly and wondered how honest she should be. Before she could even think of something to say, he interrupted her, “And if you lie to me, I’ll know.”

There was a casual threat underlying his words and she shivered because it sounded like he really meant it. She wondered how many people had confessed to him their worst sins and crimes based on the timbre of his voice alone.

“I meet someone...for a date.”

He hummed encouragingly and she could hear a condom wrapper rip.

“We'd met through a dating website. And he’s sweet and nice and everything my parents dream of. But someone else has been watching us. Someone completely wrong for me. And I’ve been watching him back but I’ve been pretending not to.”

“Because that’s what good girls do?”

“Y-Yes. I wouldn’t—I shouldn’t even think to look at him in my peripheral.”

“But you still do, don’t you? Because you’re not the good girl that you pretend you are.”

“No. I’m not.” She swallowed and let the phallus enter her with a smooth stroke. The vibrations bounced off her walls familiarly but his added presence made the whole routine more intense. “I…I excuse myself to the bathroom but really I’m just pretending to be busy. I’m washing my hands but the second I hear someone come in and the lock clicks behind me, I know what’s going to happen.”

“What does?” He sounded closer to her ear and her thrusts increased a bit in speed.

“He corners me, holds me tight by the waist. His hands are rough and dirty on my skin."

"How rough?"

"Enough to bruise me."

"Go on."

"We don’t speak a word through it all but he knows I’ve been staring at him all night when I should’ve been paying attention to my date. I think he can tell from the way my thighs have been clenching.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been aching. I’ve been wanting him to fill me all night.”

“And does he?”

She hissed when the tip hit a particularly sensitive part of herself. But it felt the wrong kind of good, like pain bordering on pleasure.

She answered, trying to get her wits together, “He slips a hand under my skirt, through my panties, strokes me through the fabric. Then he fingers me until I’m shaking."

"How many times does he get you off?"

"T-Twice. And when I’m wet and ready, he takes me from behind until I cum again in that dirty bathroom. And I keep thinking how everyone outside must know. That they can hear the sounds we’re making. My date must know I have a complete stranger’s cock in my pussy while he’s waiting for me.”

He growled, pleased, and turned on. “Dirty little slut. I bet you let him cum in you too, don’t you?”

Her hips were matching to meet her strokes. She didn’t dare speak but only nodded, not trusting her voice.

“You’d let him fuck you raw. Little whore that you are would like that, thinking you might’ve gotten knocked up by some bastard you don’t even know.”

“Y-Yes,” she cried.

“Then what would your parents think? To realize that their good little girl is a fucking dirty slut all along.”

“Oh fuck,” she cursed the word for the first time and felt thrilled when he groaned along with her. “Please, please fuck me!”

“Yeah, that’s it. Show me how he’d fuck you. How I’d fuck you.”

Her hips sped up, the toy practically slamming into her with a brutal pace and she could barely figure out at what point during her fantasy he’d taken over for her.

Her eyes fluttered open and watched as if under a hazy, feverish light. His thick forearm tensed with the speed she needed, his other hand possessing the skin above her stomach, and she was so painfully close again that when he turned up the vibrations to the next level of intensity, her second orgasm came barrelling down on her like a silent crash. She must have squeaked out something but her mind was so muddled, it could barely catch up with the realization that he’d taken the toy out and replaced it with his own cock.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she sang when he unrelentingly started to slam into her with the same pace she’d used with her vibrator. He was bigger than anything she’d fucked herself with in the past but he slid into her so fluidly that it seemed almost impossible that she had struggled with his girth in the beginning. Not when he fit her so perfectly.

The bed squeaked with their added weight, joining the chorus of his slams, her gasps, the slight squelch where his cock met her pussy. The aftershocks of her orgasm lingered and jolted through her and she could only hold on for dear life at the continuous flow of pleasure the vibrations her toy and his thrusts brought every time they connected.

He was nearly silent except for the grunts and the moans he kept suppressed in his throat.

“Don’t hold back,” she whined, then whimpered when he pressed the vibrator harder on her clit. “It turns me on how good you sound.”

As if the floodgates broke with her permission, he groaned, “Fucking hell, you’re so beautiful like this.”

It was so honest and unexpectedly pure that she laughed and it was hot knowing that he could probably feel it where they were connected.

“I never…I never thought it could be this good,” she babbled, barely breathing as she melted onto the bed.

“Neither did I. God, how did I luck out in meeting you?” he rasped, something like tortured pleasure in the furrow of his brow.

She begged herself not to say something stupid like his body was made for hers or something. Instead, she hedged for a near truth.

“I love how you fit me. I love how good you feel inside me.”

He looked a little proud and he propped himself on his elbows as he bent forward to give her a kiss that was more tongue and spit than lips.

“What a good girl you are. My good fucking girl.”

When she clenched involuntarily, his smile turned feral. “Oh, you like that. You like when I praise you like that?”

She whimpered when he thrust into her with such force it left her breathless.

“Look at you. So perfect. Such a perfect cunt just for me. It’ll never be like this again. Your sweet, tight pussy was made to fit me. You were made to fit me. Only me.”

She couldn’t believe that he echoed her secret sentiments and though she tried not to, her chest swelled with affection. A bead of sweat slid down from his forehead to his nose and she wanted to lick him so she did. She kissed him again and ached with the sweetness of it.

“Yes, yes, it’s yours.” It was easier to attach her feeling of devotion to something carnal. Because to claim that her whole self, her best parts and her worst, belonged entirely to him was broaching what they agreed upon.

They were so slippery with sweat and their shared cum but it only made her want to hold onto his back even tighter.

“I’m close,” he grunted out to her lips.

“I can feel you,” she whispered. He rubbed his nose against her own and she felt herself get lost in that gold. “It’s okay. I got you.”

She watched in wonder as his own orgasm hit him. It started with his brows, then a quiver of his eyes, his muscles which seemed to lock into stillness. It ended with unfettered moans that had been dragged brokenly out his throat as his hips jutted unevenly with a rapid twitching motion that arrived in violent succession. She knew her own third orgasm would barely rival the first two but it was so sweetened by the secret pleasure and indulgence to watch him truly lose it that she really didn’t mind.

When the dust settled, he all but collapsed on her and they breathed together, content to feel each other skin-to-skin. She couldn’t stop touching him.

“Fuck me to hell,” he groaned in sated exhaustion.

She giggled. “Yes. That was the idea, wasn’t it.”

“Smart brat.” He nipped her shoulder in warning before muttering groggily into the vicinity of her neck, “When’re your roommates coming home?”

She stroked his hair languidly as if in apology for how she treated it earlier. “I don’t know and I don’t particularly care.”

“Where’s your bathroom then?”

“The room right across from me.”

He picked his limbs away from her and she admired his backside. It was silly to miss him when he disappeared since he returned only a minute later with two damp washcloths. They wiped each other clean in silence and for some reason, the mutual intimacy of it made her fidget more than anything of what they just did.

He seemed to think similarly because she recognized that he had grown quiet, his eyes a little distant.

“Only me” seemed to echo around the room like a gunshot.

“I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?”

“You gave back as much as I could take and vice versa,” she replied simply. “I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”

He was watching something on her hip and she looked down to see the mottled blue that she knew would bruise by tomorrow.

“I can leave soon if you’d like.”

She tipped his chin to look at her. “No. Unless you want to, of course. But I… I’d like you to stay the night.”

He was contemplative and she resisted the urge to fidget.

Trying to be nonchalant, she added, “Besides, we didn’t even finish the first episode of the show.”

When he smiled wryly, she tried not to linger on her relief.

“You’re right.”

“Of course I am. We should probably clean up the living room though and watch it here instead to, um, avoid any mishaps.”

He chuckled. “Well then, lead the way. I'll follow."

Truly, she meant to at least finish the first episode.

But her bed and ratty pajamas were so welcoming, her limbs and mind exhausted and his presence so safe and solid that her mind cottoned into the incoming waves of sleep and surrendered.

Her awakening was a little less gentle.

Her phone alarm blared, a shrieking sound she had never bothered to change because it was too effective in keeping her from going back to bed.

It only took her a few minutes to realize that she was alone. And she didn't know how she was so certain that he was gone entirely but she was. Her room was as clean as she kept it, the laptop shut on her desk, and his side of the bed smooth and untouched. The only aberration was his jacket slung on her computer chair and the disc case on her nightstand table, a series of friendly, yellow Post-It Notes stuck on top.

She could hardly read.

Thank you for a great night. I meant what I said about the roses but you deserve the kind of guy who can take all your good and bad, and give as much back. I’ll never forget what we shared. Keep the jacket. It looks better on you.

Your friend, always, if you’ll have me the next time.

It was as much of a goodbye as anything else he could have written.

He hadn’t woken her up and he left no contact number.

It should have grieved her greatly. But even with such feelings, she couldn’t feel regret for any of it. She traced the elegant penmanship on the note, trying to match the beautiful loops with his rough and callused hands. Upon closer inspection, she realized that there was more to the note behind it. Un-sticking the first layer, she saw the words:

Have a good day.

The next revealed: Take it easy.

And the last. Don’t forget to drink water.

She couldn’t help it. She laughed, full and unbridled and much too loud for the morning as her grief completely left her.

“Looks like someone had a fun night.” Her roommate grinned, her head peeking behind her door.

“What do you mean?” Had she caught him this morning?

“Oh, girl. Don’t even pretend. I know what sex hair looks like. And your room reeks of it. Was he cute at least?”

She bit her lip from smiling. “Yeah.”

“Well, I’m glad you had fun.” The grin turned friendlier this time. “Noticed you were looking rough around the edges the past few days so I’m glad the party worked.”

She didn’t feel compelled to correct her. As she returned the smile, she realized that perhaps, flawed as it was, that a genuine friendship of care could bloom with her roommates after all. Perhaps, she shouldn’t have dismissed the chance of it so easily just because they showed their affection differently than she did.

“Thanks. For the invite, I mean.”

“Oh, please. But do text one of us if you’re going to disappear and run off with some strange boy.”

She checked her phone and realized that she had missed a few messages and calls after all.

“I’m sorry for making you worry.”

Her friend rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Whatever. Well, anyway, we’re getting brunch. Mimosas on me. You can even invite your new boy toy if you want.”

The other woman flounced off, leaving her to parse through the vestiges of sleep and the hazy, almost dreamlike quality of what had happened the night before.

But that had been no dream. And the day after wasn’t either.

She traced the notes again, feeling a little sad and immensely grateful, and didn’t know exactly what to feel after when she realized that she had never asked for his name.

It wasn’t that she was heartbroken the next few weeks.

But she learned that she usually worked harder whenever she was feeling out of sorts and her grades for the midterm exams were never better.

The weeks passed, then months.

Sometimes, she walked by Joe’s on purpose and couldn’t stop her neck from craning to see if a familiar patron was in attendance. Sometimes, she’d glimpse someone with a similar haircut from the back and hesitate just enough for whoever was walking with her to ask what made her stop. Sometimes, she’d meet a person with similarly colored eyes and wondered if they were a relative.

But life went on and so did she.

Her memory of him softened into something akin to nostalgia. Something treasured but certainly something ephemeral in comparison to everything else in her life. Fate had only meant for them to cross paths once and she accepted that to be enough.

It was only after a few years passed and she nabbed a coveted internship as a paralegal for Themis Law Firm at the near end of her law school career that it really felt like fate was finally setting her onto her proper course.

And on her first day, when she was sent to deliver some records at the police station to be signed by a newly promoted police captain named Darius Morgan, she wondered, as she gaped at the similarly bewildered look of his golden eyes, whether fate had a sense of humor.

If it did, she wasn’t sure if it was laughing at or with her this entire time.

#tesrs of themis #darius morgan x rosa #darius morgan x reader #.#fic.#nribh.#(it's not in second pov tho sorry)#this is like the smuttiest thing i've ever written and apparently i cannot shut up about it bc this is literally 10k of filth #w a bit of character development but still

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sdaomine · 2 years

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Under Arrest (NSFW)

There’s a hot cop named Darius Morgan, and there’s you who wants him so bad.

Pairing: Darius Morgan x fem!reader

A/N: I rarely write smut; it’s not my forte, but it’s Captain Morgan we’re talking about and he’s just so hot I couldn’t think of anything but... smut... huhu.

Something had been bothering you as of late.

Whatever this may be, you thought as you tried to figure out why you were feeling a certain way.

Was it because of your new case, the particularly difficult one? No, you handled way more challenging cases than that. Then, was it Artem asking you out for dinner? Eh, probably not...

You only felt fidgety whenever you anticipated something, or when you sense an ominous event. However whatever it was that kept you up all night, you couldn’t figure it out.

“Rosa.” You almost flinched at the voice calling for you; instinctively you swiveled your office chair to face your boss.

“Artem!” you squeaked, surprised. “What is it?”

Before he could even open his mouth, you heard Celestine’s footsteps walking towards you and Artem, seeming to be in a rush. She gave you a little wave upon seeing you before she whispered something to Mr. Wing.

He sighed, then turned to face you again. "Sorry, Rosa," he said. "I cannot accompany you today; I need to attend an emergency meeting. Do you mind handing these files over to the police station?"

The police station.

“Oh.” Your cheeks heated, and you angled your head to look away, silently wishing Artem and Celestine did not witness the fiery blush all over your face and neck. “Okay. No problem.”

Artem let out a relieved smile. "Good. Thank you," he said before glancing at his watch, "it's already one-thirty, so Captain Morgan should be there already. Call me when you need me, okay?"

You nodded rather embarrassingly. “I... I will, Mr. Wing! I’ll update you.”

“Thank you.” And with that, Artem walked out of the space, leaving you all flustered.

Your hands reached to cover your face in an attempt to cool your heated cheeks. The police station, you couldn’t help but relish the words in your head, means I would...

It only meant one thing:

You get to see Captain Morgan.

Stellis Police Department.

You’ve been going in and out this place for years now; almost everyone here already knows who you are, since you and Artem always went to work directly with the police whenever you handled cases. It is more convenient than mailing evidence and the likes every now and then.

Given that, surely you could step into this place with confidence and familiarity, right? So why are you all keyed up, standing in front of the station like a dumb, lost woman? What has changed?

Eventually, you proceeded inside, letting your feet take you somewhere so familiar; the captain's office is located at the farthest corner of the hall, away from everyone. It's quiet there. No one ever interrupted a meeting held in that quarters.

Softly, you knocked. “Themis Law,” you said through the wooden door. There was no response at first, but then you heard footsteps from inside, and the door opened.

You fought the urge to swallow when the captain graced you with his presence. Even when clad in his usual navy blue coat and uniform, he still appeared rather striking — for a man of his age, well...

So fine, you silently told yourself.

“Miss Rosa,” he greeted in his raspy voice, taking a step back. He gestured for you to come inside. “Artem’s not with you?”

You entered the office; it looked like the usual space of a policeman, however it seemed more masculine in a sense, exuding much like the captain’s vibe. It’s very... Darius.

“Unfortunately, no. He has an urgent meeting to attend to,” you said, “Artem sent me these —”

You halted mid-sentence as Darius reached for the thick band of case files in your hands — his rough fingers brushed against your soft skin, and you shuddered, feeling yet another blush creeping into your face.

You bowed your head for him not to see your reddened cheeks. “H-here you go! Sorry.”

He smiled. Oh goddammit, he smiled! What —

“Sorry. Let me take those.” He took the files from you and placed them on his wooden desk, giving it a quick glance before his attention fixated on you. “These are heavy. You brought them all by yourself?”

You nodded. “Er, yes. It’s just a ten-minute walk from the firm, though. It’s fine, captain.” The words came out quite shaky, probably because you were tensed; still, you need to uphold professionalism. You cannot let a silly crush get in the way of your job. “Do you have any more requests, Captain?”

"None so far." Darius's attention was on the stack of papers, organizing them on the desk, but then he gazed on you. "Thank you."

“You’re welcome.” A small smile, followed by a quick bow. “Then I shall take my leave,” you said, “call the firm if you require our assistance.”

You hastily walked towards the exit. No, not that you didn't want his presence; it's just that you couldn't handle the churning sensation when you're alone with him in a room. Your heels click-clacked in the silence, and your hand had already reached for the knob when warm fingers held softly around your wrist, stopping you from twisting the knob open.

Your breath hitched; a strange noise escaped your lips, and your cheeks were burning red because of too much embarrassment. Still, your eyes remained focused on the knob and the captain's hand on yours.

“Wait, Rosa.”

You couldn’t look at him. “Yes, Captain?”

And you knew he was looking at you. You could see him through your peripheral vision, carefully observing your features, every little reaction. For a long while, he mumbled nothing.

Then he let out a burdened sigh. “Are you still avoiding me?”

Shit, you cursed inwardly. Was I that obvious? Haha, of course I was…

“N-no,” you said. “I’m just… in a hurry. I need to report to Artem immediately—”

“Right. Artem.” You shuddered at the conspicuous hint of jealousy lacing his voice, and it wasn’t long before Darius rested his forearm against the door, taking away all your chances of leaving. You’re trapped inside with him now. “Do you like him?”

“What?” You blurted out incredulously. “I don’t! How could you say that? After we—”

You cut yourself and looked away, biting your lip. You couldn't escape now, could you?

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Darius said, more of a declaration than a question. In his eyes, you could sense disappointment, and… pleading. “You’re not responding to my texts, my calls. You’re like a ghost to me.

“I’ve already married once, and I… don't want to fool around," he said, his voice slightly lower, almost as if he's talking to himself.

"You're young, so I get that..." He gets that you have plenty of time ahead of you — flings, dating, and casual sex were probably an ordinary feat to people your age. But not to him. Not to Captain Morgan, who already once married for love; and hasn’t tried finding love again for years after his wife died. Until he met you.

"I'm sorry. I must've made you uncomfortable," he said with a sad smile and stepped away from the door, even twisting the knob for you. "Here," he said, opening the door, offering to walk you out.

He didn’t say it directly, and you know he wouldn’t, because he probably didn’t want to make you feel guilty. But you knew him well enough to decode what he really intended to say: that he won't hold any grudges if you decided to cut your connections and leave him altogether, despite those… moments you two have shared in the past few months.

And it’s because of those moments that you slammed the door closed, locking it; the reason why you won’t give up your secret relationship with Darius, although you’ve no idea if you really are in one.

His height towered over you, and so you needed to tiptoe to pull him in for a kiss.

Darius was too shocked to react at first, but eventually he responded to your advances — large hands rested on your waist and at the small of your back, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between you.

His tongue, wet and absolutely delicious, prowled your mouth like it was his territory; he then sucked on your lower lip, emulating a soft whimper from you.

The lewd sounds of wet kissing and soft moans filled the captain’s office. Your eyes were screwed shut and you wanted more; you missed this, missed him, and you wanted to bump your head repeatedly against the wall for even trying to avoid him. You just didn’t want Artem to know — it would be nasty, since he harbored feelings for you as well.

“Darius — ah!”

You gasped in surprise as Darius carried you towards his desk — and you bit your lip again in anticipation. This desk…

Was where he railed you last time.

Oh, and there’s the couch, too. And against the bookshelf. Your bedroom, his bedroom; on your dining table, over his kitchen counter… just thinking about it makes you wet.

And now you were sitting on the captain’s desk, Darius standing in between your legs; he didn't waste any time grabbing a fistful of your hair and pressing you closer to him, your lips on his, and you tasted bitter coffee on his tongue. "Ah… Darius…" you whispered his name against the kiss.

“Hm?” he too, hummed against your lips before his teeth sank softly into your lower lip, eliciting a moan from you. “Yeah?”

“N-nothing, just… ah…” You stifled yet another whimper when the captain trailed lower, leaving kisses across your jawline, then your neck… “Don’t stop.”

Darius pulled away, and you looked up to him questioningly, only to realize that he stopped his ministrations so he could undress you. Saving him from the hassle you hastily remove your crimson blazer; on the other hand the captain roughly unbuttoned your blouse, unveiling your brassiere-covered breasts, the soft skin underneath your clothes.

You were about to get rid of your blouse, but Darius stopped you. “… Darius?”

“Keep it. Don’t take it off.” He bent forward until his face was leveled directly at your breasts, and you squeezed your legs together when Darius looked up at you with lust-hooded eyes. “I like it this way.”

He pulled on your brassiere with quick fingers, and you sighed in pleasure, in need, when you felt a tingling sensation on your breasts — Darius was sucking on your nipple while his fingers crept underneath your skirt. “Ah…!”

“Shh.”

Your own fingers tugged desperately on his hair, like a madwoman clinging for dear life; you somehow worried it might hurt, but Darius didn't seem to mind. "Darius, oh god…"

His rough fingers brush lightly against your clothed pussy. “Hnnh…! Fuck — ”

Darius licked your nipple, then sucked on it again before he pulled away; you haven’t even realized he stopped when you felt your panties being dragged down to your ankles. Is he going to fuck me in heels was what you immediately daydreamed about, the thoughts in your mind far, far from being holy.

Soon, your undergarment’s thrown to the couch, and Darius once again pressed his lips against yours — hard, dominant, his tongue on its own familiar dance with yours.

Suddenly you had the urge to tease him. You playfully brushed your hand against his hard-on, and the captain moaned in between kisses — but what did you expect? Of course he’d get back at you immediately.

His fingers pushed down precisely where you wanted, and you instinctively moved your hips, your face now buried in the crook of his neck. "Hah… Darius — please…"

The captain began trailing open-mouthed kisses across your face as his fingers slid inside you, slow yet impatient — you gasped at the stinging feeling of three fingers plunging deep into you, however it was fleeting, because pleasure always came next.

Then he kissed you, the movement of his tongue now wilder as he fingered you — but then you sensed cold metal around your wrist, and you realized that Darius had already captured one of your wrists in handcuffs.

And you, being the kinky woman you are, willingly offered your other wrist for him to bind in cold, hard metal. Darius placed your handcuffed wrists around his neck for support, because you’d easily lose balance from the way you were grinding your hips on his fingers, moaning and whimpering, filthy all for him.

“Ah…! Darius, please, I… I’m…”

The two of you froze as the telephone rang.

You groaned in utter frustration. Darius felt the same, but he's on duty, so he couldn't really ignore it…

“Stellis Police Department, Captain Morgan here,” he said through the call. “… Mr. Wing.”

You buried your face in your hands when you heard his name. Is Artem looking for you? Wasn’t he on a board meeting? God, such good timing, Artem…

Darius slammed the telephone back in its place. “It’s your boss. He’s done with his meeting, and he’s on his way to fetch you here.”

“What?” You groaned, at the same time attempted to cover your breasts with your arms. Darius had seen it all, many times over, but your spicy moment was disrupted, and he’s fully-clothed, while you’re…

But Darius hoisted your arms and captured your nipple in his mouth. “Ah! Darius!”

He didn’t respond, only continued to feed on your breast. Then he licked it one last time before he told you, “He’ll be here in a few minutes.”

And before you could even comprehend, Darius had already bent you over his desk.

You propped your forearms on the wood, your breasts colliding with the cold material of his work desk.

You hear the sound of a belt being removed, a zipper being pulled down and soon, the captain’s cock was poking against your cunt. You lacked time, so Darius wasted no time and plunged himself inside you, his pleasured moans like melodies in your ears.

Darius moved, slow and brazen. He sighed once he was fully hilted inside you.

“Sorry, Rosa.” His large hands gripped on your hips. “I’ll make this quick, okay?”

“Y-yes, please,” you whimpered. “Before he gets here.”

And so Darius sank deep into you again, his hands clenching your hips as he stood behind you. The two of you moaned as he pulled out nearly to the tip of his cock, then plunged in, and out again. You writhed. “Please… ah…”

“You feel so good — ah, so… so good," Darius moaned as he ground harder into you, and you braced your hands on the desk's edges. Lewd sounds came out of you as he fucked you relentlessly, oblivious to the stack of case files you brought now a mess on the ground. "R-rosa — ah, god, I missed you.

“God, you’re dripping for me — I’m fucking soaked with you, Rosa,” he groaned as he pounded into you, deep and steady, the squelching sounds of his cock plunging in and out of you so obscene inside the quiet office.

The captain continued to thrust into you, hitting your innermost walls; you whined and writhed at the utter bliss. His thrusts were unrelenting, and you were close to sobbing, having to endure his size, even though he filled you up so perfectly. He’s big, and you’re not going to get used to it…

A familiar ringtone rang from inside your bag – your phone – and you knew Artem was close, if not already here in the station. “F-faster!”

Darius shifted his stance, holding onto your hips harder, as he plunged his cock even deeper — your moans have become wilder as well, echoing across the quiet room, and Darius had to put two of his fingers in your mouth to shut you up. “Ah, Rosa… fuck — I’m close…”

At his words, your toes curled. “Mmph…”

Darius fucked you with abandon, not caring about the mess on his desk, on the scattered files on the floor. He only cared about the mess that was you, his lover, his Rosa, all whiny and lewd just for him. At this moment, only your firm grip on the desk kept your heels on the floor.

“Rosa…!” The captain hissed as he came, and as he spurted his seed deep into you, you reached your climax, your moans too loud Darius’ fingers on your mouth didn’t muffle your noises.

You continued to suck on his fingers as tears spilled across your cheeks, the pleasure of it too much — you missed him and he felt the same towards you, and oh, is this how sex feels after being deprived of it for so long?

Darius kept on pounding into you, spilling himself over and over until hot liquid ran down your inner thighs. “I missed you," he whispered as he bent closer to your face. You only hummed in response, already feeling weak — however if you thought he was done, you were absolutely mistaken.

“Nnhh… ah! D-darius, oh god — ”

Darius had slid his fingers on your juices mixed with his own, rubbing your still-too-sensitive cunt with idle strokes. You wanted more of it, but Artem was probably on his way to the office now, but how could you possibly stop Darius? Your wrists were still bound by handcuffs, and you’re utterly at his mercy.

“I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you,” he said.

And then he’s inside you again.

Artem sighed. "Alright, Captain. Thank you for letting me know," he said before ending the call.

Rosa has already left?

But she wasn't back in the firm yet. Darius, however, informed him that Ms. Rosa suddenly left because of an emergency. She didn't tell the captain what the emergency was — probably a personal one — so he instantly let her go.

The senior attorney drove his way back to the firm.

You, on the other hand, were busy daydreaming as you walked the pavements of Stellis, on your way to buy iced coffee from a popular shop. Darius insisted he’d drive you back to Themis Law Firm, but you rejected his offer repeatedly that he had no choice but to let you go.

You wished you’d be able to focus on work this afternoon after all that.

Later after work, though, you agreed to visit Darius’ house again to spend time with him, to make up for the days you’ve avoided him (that was quite stupid and childish of you).

And you know what the best part is?

Darius will cook for you!

(And he’ll fuck you after dinner.)

#tears of themis #darius morgan #tears of themis darius morgan #tears of themis x reader

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herdecisions · 2 years

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God I can’t get over how s e x y this officer is 🤡

Tears of Themis SPOILERS Level 02-21

#tears of themis #tears of themis darius morgan #darius morgan #darius x mc #darius x you #darius x y/n #darius fluff #darius angst #darius smut #tot x mc #tot x you #tot x y/n #tot x reader #darius x reader #tot darius #tears of themis spoilers #tot spoilers

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thecoffeelovingfreak · 2 years

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𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤

Hello! This post contains the characters and themes I write for! I am always open to your ideas, though, so if something is not listed here feel free to ask me!

I only write for Bungou Stray Dogs, Vanitas no Carte, Twisted Wonderland, Castlevania (the series), and Tears of Themis!

I write headcanons, drabbles, oneshots, and stories (which can range from ~1.8k to 2k or higher, depending on how inspired I am)!

I write gender neutral readers, and prefer to write that way!

Please note the reader will always be of legal age.

You can request:

- a character

- a character with a genre/tone

- a reader with an ability*

* - BSD - you can base the ability off of a specific book, but if I don't know it or haven't read it I may ask you to give me a summary or more specifics (how you see the ability)!

If I don't feel comfortable with the author's work, I'll ask you to send in a different request!

Your request will most likely take 1-2 weeks (it can always take shorter or longer however) to get written and posted so please be patient!

Also note that I may ask you to send in a different request if I don't feel comfortable writing what you asked for :)

Do not send me multiple sets of the same request. I promise that I see and read them, but insistence can discourage me from writing it.

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What I will write:

fluff

hurt/comfort

angst

AU's

suggestive content

virtually anything

What I will not write:

yandere content

nsfw/smut - I prefer to write it on my own accord, without requests, and it generally appears very rarely on my blog

non-con/dub-con relationships and sex

extremely detailed readers - if you would like me to do a slightly specific reader please give me a short list of traits or mannerisms!

character x character

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standard criteria (no homophobia, incest, racism, etc.)

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Characters I write for:

Bungou Stray Dogs:

Armed Detective Agency:

Yukichi Fukuzawa

Osamu Dazai

Akiko Yosano

Edogawa Ranpo

Doppo Kunikida

Port Mafia:

Kouyou Ozaki

Chuuya Nakahara

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

Gin Akutagawa

Michizō Tachihara

The Guild:

Louisa May Alcott

Lucy Maud Montgomery

Mark Twain

Margaret Mitchell

The Decay of Angels:

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Nikolai Gogol

Sigma

Bram Stoker

Hunting Dogs:

Tecchou Suehiro

Saigiku Jouno

Other:

Agatha Christie

Mizuki Tsujimura

Yukito Ayatsuji

Ango Sakaguchi

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Vanitas no Carte:

Vampires:

Noé Archiviste

Jeanne

Dominique de Sade

Humans:

Vanitas

Olivier

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Twisted Wonderland:

Heartslabyul:

Riddle Rosehearts

Trey Clover

Cater Diamond

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Savanaclaw:

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi

Jack Howl

Octavinelle:

Azul Ashengrotto

Jade Leech

Floyd Leech

Scarabia:

Kalim Al-Asim

Jamil Viper

Pomefiore:

Vil Schoenheit

Rook Hunt

Epel Felmier

Ignihyde:

Idia Shroud

Diasomnia:

Malleus Draconia

Lilia Vanrouge

Silver

Sebek Zigvolt

Ramshackle:

Grim (platonic)

The Ghosts (platonic)

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Castlevania

Humans:

Trevor Belmont

Sypha Belnades

Greta

Lisa Ţepeş

Forgemasters:

Issac

Hector

Vampires & Dhampirs:

Adrian "Alucard" Ţepeş

Carmilla

Morana

Striga

Lenore

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Tears of Themis

Themis Law Firm:

Artem "Libra" Wing

Kiki Bennet

Pax Group:

Marius "King" von Hagen

Vincent Kim

Giannovyn Mental Health Research Center:

Vyn "Adjudicator" Richter

Pearce Private Investigations:

Luke "Raven" Pearce

Stellis Justice Department:

Darius Morgan

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Please don't hesitate to send in your ask! I look forward to writing for you! :)

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sondepoch · 3 years

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One Night (Marius x Reader)

Teaching a Billionaire to Touch Grass (And a Minimum Wage Worker to Treat Herself)

Marius clicks his tongue in annoyance, both at you and the cars around him. Why are there so many people on the road at 2:38 in the morning? Why did the GPS's projected time to get to your home just double? Why is the universe out to get him today, on the one night Marius thought he could catch a break?

“Okay,” he seethes, drumming his fingers on the wheel as the traffic around him grows impossible slower. He doesn’t look at you as he speaks. “We’re going to talk about how inappropriate this was.”

“I—I’m really sorry, Sir, I—”

“I’m not asking for an apology.” Maybe he is, actually. Marius is too pissed to be sure. “What I want to know is why you thought it was okay to call me, of all people.”

MASTERLIST

The car is silent.

As Marius gets inside, he thinks that this might be the first time he’s not opening the passenger door seat for a lady partner, the first time he’s allowed himself to stalk straight into the driver's seat and angrily wait for his passenger to enter on their own.

Actually, he thinks, this is also the first time in years that he's actually driving. The first time someone managed to call for him so late that even his chauffeur was off-duty.

“I’m really sorry about this, Sir,” you mumble as you climb into the seat next to him, apologies never halting as you ramble on and on and on like an idiot who can't read a room. “I, ah, didn’t think this would happen, I'm so…”

Marius ignores you.

He glances out the passenger window and catches Darius Morgan’s equally-annoyed gaze. Seriously? the man seems to be asking, an unimpressed look crossed over his face as he eyes you through the car window. I don’t fucking know, Marius’s gaze says back, and he shakes his head the slightest as he starts the car.

“What’s your address?” he asks, interrupting your apologies. Propriety should make him feel somewhat embarrassed over the way he's acting, but he can’t bring himself to be even a little polite right now.

“It’s by the Harbor. Um, if you go straight on Main Street and turn right at the—”

“Forget it,” Marius interrupts you. He taps the small car screen on his right, opening up the GPS interface. “Just type it in. I’ll drop you off.”

Your face falls at his irate voice, but you wisely don't comment on it, instead typing in your address as he asked. He watches you cautiously the whole time, for once not caring about the performance anxiety his gaze naturally brings to everyone he looks at. To your merit, you don't mess up anymore than you already have, deft fingers moving with the preciseness he’s used to seeing from you, but the skill can hardly impress him after you called him to pick you up from here, of all places. As the GPS routing sequence activates, Marius lets out an annoyed huff. This is not where he wanted to be right now.

Then, the car hums to life as he presses down on the accelerator, and he’s speeding in the direction of your home, trying to abandon his anger with the jailhouse the two of you are leaving.

I should be at home right now, he thinks as he moves onto the highway. He thinks about how long it had taken for him to coordinate this night off from Vyn’s tutoring sessions, Pax’s board meetings, his schoolwork, and the NXX’s meetings. I should be sleeping, or painting, or calling Rosa, or—

“Fuck,” he mutters when traffic begins to slow down.

He’s in a traffic jam.

So much for sleeping. And painting. And calling Rosa.

He clicks his tongue in annoyance, both at you and the cars around him. Why are there so many people on the road at—Marius glances at the car’s dashboard—2:38 in the morning? Why did the GPS's projected time to get to your home just double? Why is the universe out to get him today, on the one night Marius thought he could catch a break?

“I—I’m really sorry, Sir, I—”

“I’m not asking for an apology.” Maybe he is, actually. Marius is too pissed to be sure. “What I want to know is why you thought it was okay to call me, of all people.”

He keeps his glare fixated on the road, knowing that if he shoots you with the same thunderous look he uses to fire people, you’ll probably be too terrified to speak. Still, when you finally start talking, he can sense the fear in your voice.

His grip on the steering wheel softens the slightest.

“I, ah, initially was planning on calling Mr. Vincent. But he—”

“Really?” Marius snaps. “You’re his assistant, right?” Marius thinks back to all the times he stalked into Pax Headquarters only to see Vincent there with his morning coffee in hand and you, always three feet behind, holding Vincent’s work files. The Board of Directors criticized Marius for allowing his assistant to have an assistant, but never did he imagine you to be so…

Incompetent, he wants to say. Foolish might be a better word for it, though.

“Ah, yes. His administrative assistant.”

“And you want me to believe,” Marius huffs, “That the first person you wanted to call to bail you out of jail was the man you’re an administrative assistant to?”

Traffic gets ever slower, and Marius’s car rolls to a complete stop.

“Yes,” you whisper, and you start wringing your fingers in a manner so sheepish that Marius almost wants to believe you. Almost. “I, ah, was going to call him first. But then I remembered that his vacation started last night and that he’s already left Stellis. So I figured that if I called him, he’d just call you, so I…”

He wouldn’t call me, Marius thinks. Vincent is smart enough to find someone else to pick you up from jail. Regular people don’t ask these kinds of favors from their boss. Especially not from their boss's boss.

“Do you know that people usually ask their friends for these things?” Marius asks. Some of his anger seeps away when he realizes how apologetic you actually are, and he moves forward in traffic the slightest. “Or family, perhaps. What you did was…” Marius tries to find a kinder word than completely inappropriate. “Was highly unusual.” He sighs. “Why didn’t you ask someone else?”

He stares at you through the corner of his eye. You’re pursing your lips, holding back tears. Again, his gaze softens.

“I don't have anyone else,” you whisper.

Marius thinks it’s strange for you to imply that you even have him, especially when he’s nothing more to you than a high-level corporate executive, one that you’ve never spoken directly to in your entire life, but he doesn’t press you any further.

Releasing the final remnants of his anger in a soft sigh, he switches lanes and decides to pull into the nearest exit.

“Darius said you were in that cell since yesterday afternoon. You haven’t had dinner yet, right?”

“No, but…”

“This traffic isn’t going anywhere. We may as well get you something to eat.”

He exits easily, pulling into a district of Stellis that he’s never been in before, and ignores your quiet sniffle.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

Earlier, he was ignoring you out of spite. Now, he doesn’t respond because he wants to preserve your dignity.

As he focuses his attention on the district he's pulled to, ignoring the GPS which vehemently opposes everything he's doing, Marius realizes that he's pulled into a rather poor sector of Stellis. It’s filled with unhealthy fast food joints, late-night drunkards, and a bunch of loiterers who are eyeing his high-end car suspiciously.

After driving around and surveying the options, Marius sighs.

“The only places open are these fast-food restaurants,” he says, cleanly leaving out the option of getting food from a club or anywhere else a tabloid might be able to snap a picture. “Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah!” you chirp, and Marius finds that your smile is oddly sweet. “Ah, would you be okay with that one over there? I go there a lot, and their food is...better than other fast food places.”

Marius squints at you for a moment. He tries to recall your salary, and when he fails, he thinks of Vincent’s. Surely, you make a similar wage? You shouldn’t need to frequent fast-food restaurants like this, right?

Shaking his head, he decides not to ask about it. Things like where you eat are your business, not his, and it’s not his place to question you on your personal decisions.

He pulls up to the drive-through, somewhat relieved to find that the dine-in option isn’t even available at this hour, and lets you order whatever you want. You end up taking a meager meal, one that Marius doubts will actually fill your stomach when he can hear it growling so loudly, so when you turn to him and ask what he’ll get, he orders some fries in hopes that he can hand them off to you in case you’re still hungry.

Minutes later, the two of you are parked on the side of the road with your respective meals in your laps. Only once you’ve finished (and after Marius is starting to pawn his fries off to you, finding that they’re rather unappealing to his pallette) does he think it’s appropriate to actually breach the subject of why you were tossed in jail.

“So,” he drawls, listening to the cool hum of the air conditioner. “Drugs, huh?”

He hears you choke on a fry.

“Th-they weren’t mine!” you blurt. “Honest, Sir, they—”

“Relax,” he says, eyes flitting down. “I’m not going to have you fired over this. Vincent wouldn’t want that. If anything, the court will decide.”

You relax a little at that, but Marius can sense that you’re still on edge.

“I...appreciate that a lot, Sir. But, really, the drugs weren’t mine. I—I’m sure there’s video evidence to prove that. I was just coming home from work when a kid told me to hold onto this bag, and—”

Marius lifts an eyebrow. He may be out of touch with the realities of the common class, but even he knows how ridiculous your story is.

“I didn’t take it, though! He handed it to me and I put it on the ground! But...but an officer saw me put it on the ground and assumed it was mine...and then...you know what happened.”

Marius sighs. You've always been a good, low-profile worker. He has no reason to believe that you'd get involved with anything bad: but he can't help but doubt you. When he next speaks, his voice is laced with hesitance. “Is there anything to prove your innocence? Pax can help get you a good lawyer, but without evidence, it’ll—”

“There is!” Your eyes are too determined to be anything other than sincere. “Or, ah, there should be. It happened right outside my apartment. I’m sure someone there has surveillance footage of what happened.”

Marius ignores the quiet “hopefully” you add to the end of that.

“Alright,” he says, deciding that it’s not his place to decide whether or not he believes your story. “Tell me how you got my private number, then. Pax employees shouldn’t have access to that information.”

“Oh, ah…”

Your gaze turns sheepish. Marius grows even more interested in your response.

“Mr. Vincent had it written down a couple months ago. I accidentally saw it. I tried to forget, but…”

You seem to be kicking yourself over the blunder, but Marius is impressed. A mind that can remember something months after having seen it only once is a valuable thing, he thinks. It’s a waste for someone with your brain to be working as a mere assistant’s assistant.

“I’m really—”

“It’s okay,” Marius says. “You don’t need to apologize. I’m...not mad at you.”

And somehow, he really isn’t angry anymore.

The two of you finish your meal soon enough, Marius having successfully pressed his fries into your hands. It seems that you really are hungry because you down those in a manner of minutes, and the man almost regrets not having ordered more when he hears your stomach still grumbling beneath the hum of the car as he returns to the highway.

As Marius lets the GPS guide him back onto Stellis’s most frequented roads, he’s pleasantly surprised to find that all traffic is gone. He speeds down the road with a renewed vigor, somehow sidestepping the usual sleepiness that overcomes him during these kinds of drives with your idle commentary of the road, little mentions of “I once saw a turtle here” and “there used to be four lanes here, but they changed it to five” and “this mile-post had the wrong number on it for years before I reported it and highway patrol got it changed.”

If anything, there’s a faint smile on his face when he finally pulls off the freeway, almost amused by your quiet chit-chat.

“Is this the right neighborhood?” Marius asks as he pulls into one of Stellis’s residential districts.

“Yeah, it’s just a little further down.” You gather your purse in your lap and thank Marius for the umpteenth time.

“It's okay,” he says, slowing down. The apartments are looking poorer, now, dingier, but he tries not to let that show on his face. “Is it here?”

“Right at the end of the street,” you say, and with only a mildly concerned look on his face, Marius drives you further down the road.

His eyebrows furrow as he realizes what kind of neighborhood you live in, and he wonders if your wage truly is so poor that you have to live here, of all places. The apartment complexes here are unrenovated, a disappointing amount of them sporting broken glass or graffiti on them. Litter covers the grounds, and even in the thick, 3-AM darkness, Marius can make out hundreds of beer cans scattered across the lawns. Bushes are either dying or overgrown, and there are cigarette butts everywhere.

Marius realizes that between his suit, his car, and his three earrings, he might have more money on him than everyone who lives here combined.

“Which...which of these apartments is yours?”

He looks around warily, quietly hoping that you’ll say it’s none of them.

“Ah, it’s the first window on the second floor of that…” you trail off as your pointer finger lands on an apartment where all lights are lit—and three masked figures stand illuminated, clearly ransacking your house.

“Oh my god,” Marius blurts, already getting his phone out. “You’re getting robbed, what the—”

“No, no!” You’re quick to place a hand on Marius’s arm before he can dial Emergency Services. “Those are, ah, just the neighborhood boys. They...they do bad things, but they’re good kids. Don’t worry. I’ll chase them out in no time, you don’t have to—”

“Are you serious?” Marius asks, dumbfounded. “This—how can you go back to a home like that? You could die, or—or—”

“Sir,” you say, looking him in the eyes with more seriousness than he’s seen from you this entire night. “With all due respect, this is the best I can afford.”

Marius falls silent at that.

You open the door silently, casting your eyes down. “Thank you again for everything,” you murmur. “I...I really appreciate it. I’ll do my best to make sure it never happens again.”

But then, Marius thinks about the weak story you gave to him earlier, where you claimed that someone handed you drugs and then left you with them, and he wonders whether it might have actually been true. Whether this neighborhood, with its burglars and alcoholism and litter, could actually present you with that reality. Whether something like that may happen again to you, or, worse, Marius thinks as he glances back into your apartment at the three masked robbers, if you could actually get hurt.

Against all better judgment, his arm snaps out. He grips your wrist instantly, not thinking about propriety or class divisions or economic status or anything other than you, one of his company’s employees, and your safety.

“Don’t go there,” he blurts. When he realizes that you’re not tearing your arm free of him, he speaks again. “At least, not while they’re there. I’ll come back here with you tomorrow to make sure you can return in a safe environment, and—”

“Sir, I can’t just get a hotel or—”

“I have two guest bedrooms. You can take your pick. Just—ah—” Marius glances out the window at the poor neighborhood you live in, and he winces. “I can’t let you go home to this. Not...not while there are robbers in your house. Please understand.”

“This...this kind of problem doesn’t just go away,” you mumble, but Marius relaxes when he sees your grip on the door loosen. “And besides, it really wouldn’t be appropriate for me to stay in your apartment.”

“Most people wouldn’t call it appropriate to call your company’s CEO to bail you out of jail,” Marius jokes, but the humor of it is lost on you.

“I…”

Your face falls.

“A—that was a joke,” Marius stutters. “I was joking.”

“Right.”

The atmosphere of the car goes awkward, made even worse by the GPS’s automated reminder that your destination is on the left, but the more Marius looks out his window, the more he decides that he can’t possibly let you return to this apartment. He’ll give you a raise if he has to, but this is something no one should be subject to.

“Alright,” you finally relent after Marius makes it clear that he won’t speak unless it’s to plead with you more. “Just for one night.”

“Just for one night,” Marius agrees, already planning how he can make sure that you have a better home to return to than this one for all future nights to come.

#Word Count: 2.7k #female reader #tw: robbery #Tears of Themis #tot #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis marius #tears of themis lu jinghe #marius x reader #lu jinghe x reader #billionaire x poor girl #part of a series #i have extremely mixed feelings about this piece so eh #more to come in this hopefully

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