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#i mean the new law is not perfect and still leaves minors out but this sure as hell is an improvement
cockworkangels · 1 year
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the finnish parliament has voted YES on the new trans legislation 🥳 this is a step in the right direction for trans rights in this country!
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Leather and Lace - Chapter 21: Because You’re Mine, I Walk the Line
Summary: Arthur treats you to a stay in a hotel in the new town and promises to be on his best behavior.
Warnings: 18+ please. Minors - DNI; NSFW
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*This beautiful moodboard is graciously provided by @namesaretomainstream
Previous Chapter / Next Chapter - TBD, but there are a handful of future chapters that were post ahead of time
The gang has proceeded to move south to a secure area outside of a town called Blackwater. Winter will be upon the region soon and hopefully it will be a bit warmer by moving away from the mountains. The gang as a whole has not been in this area before, although Hosea worked a few jobs around here many years ago. Arthur and John went on ahead to scout while the rest of you pack up the camp. 
The brothers have been gone for over a week before they meet you all along the trail to lead you to where they deem safe and out of the way. At first, you cringed a bit at the thought of Arthur and John being alone together for any extended period of time without any sort of buffer between them. They’ve been arguing a lot lately. While John has been trying to make an attempt at making his relationship with Abigail and Jack work (albeit a sometimes feeble attempt), Arthur is still quick to be irritable and impatient with him. You have to bite your tongue to refrain from reminding Arthur that he himself had a hard time coping with fatherhood when it was first thrust upon him. That is certainly a fight that you just do not want to have with him.
But on a positive note, the whole camp is excited with the new opportunity. A new area means new towns, new people, new goods available. And new jobs. But with that also comes more attention. The pressure of the local law is constantly present upon the gang and seemingly increasing of late. But Dutch seems to think he can continue to stay one step ahead. It’s a good thing for everyone that the Devil himself doesn’t have the confidence that Dutch Van Der Linde has. Otherwise the entire world and heaven above would be in trouble.
After getting everything settled with the new camp, Arthur decides that it’s time to pamper you a little. While out scouting the nearest little town he gets the idea to treat you to a stay at the local hotel for a hot bath, a real bed, and some private time alone for just the two of you. The town of Trimble is new and quaint. When Arthur tells you that he’s already told Dutch that the two of you will be out of camp for the next few days, your squeal of excitement is reward enough. 
You are so looking forward to being alone in a hotel with Arthur for the first time. To be away from the prying eyes of camp and to not be interrupted every five minutes for one thing or another. 
It's cloudy and overcast the morning that you are to leave. Although the temperature is brisk, you are warm with excitement. You are sure to clean yourself up and fix your hair to look pretty. You want everything to be perfect. You've always been a bit self-conscious of your appearance, but you’ve always managed to put yourself together well. Corsets help, of course. The belief has always been that if you were done up with curled hair and a bit of rouge on your cheeks, it would distract from the way your curves are hidden within a pretty dress. As you stand in your tent and finish pulling at the lavender-colored cotton of your sleeves, you hear a slow whistle behind you. 
“Look at you! Pretty like a meadow flower. Ain’t I a lucky man.” Looking over your shoulder, Arthur stands at the opening of your shared tent, one arm slung up to hang from the top of the tent support pole, the other hand tucked lazily into his belt. A grin of approval sits upon his handsome face as his eyes float up and down over your frame.
“Why, thank you,” you giggle, blushing slightly. “Don’t forget to give yourself time to clean up, too, before we go.”
“What?” His face quickly turns to a pout like a confused child. 
“Hey, I spent a lot of time getting myself put together for you,” you playfully scold him. Arthur’s eyes follow your nimble fingers as they adjust the delicate earring you are popping into your ear. Thoughts of his teeth nibbling on that same earlobe last night skitter distractedly through his mind. 
“That’s your own fault,” he teases, refocusing on the conversation at hand. “I think you look perfect the way you were.”
Oh, how your heart does a somersault at his genuine flattery. No one has ever spoken to you the way that Arthur does. “I’m sure you do. But listen, I want to look nice for you, okay? And, besides, I can’t be the only good-looking one walking around.”
“Sweetheart, that’s going to be the case regardless of what I manage to put together with this.” He waves at himself dismissively. You take notice of the dried mud stains on his faded brown shirt and vest and make a mental note that his threadbare jacket needs mending yet again. 
“Shut it, that’s my man you’re talking about.” You shoot Arthur an impish glare as you walk over to him, placing your hand along his ribs. “Now wash yourself up or I’ll be forced to do it for you.” You grab his chin and pull him down for a quick peck on the lips.
Arthur playfully raises an eyebrow at you. “You flirtin’ with me already?” 
Your laugh carries through the air as you walk past him out of the tent and head over to where Mary-Beth and Tilly sit. They promised to help you set your hair before you leave. 
He grumbles about it, but Arthur concedes to the task, knowing how excited you are for your little holiday. He washes his face in the basin you set out for him in the tent, noting how the dirty water runs over his fingers and cringes at how you were right as usual. He even goes so far as to shave for you. Not too clean, but keeping the beard stubble to the length that you prefer. He wipes his chin with his shaving towel, observing you as you flit about the camp, preparing for your departure. You are absolutely giddy, giggling and whispering with the other girls as they offer to help you primp and prepare for your romantic stay. He smiles to himself, glad that he made that decision to get you out for a bit. 
Arthur feels as if he’s finally met his match with you, the one person who is brave enough to love him as he is, and strong enough to handle all of him, even the broken parts. You’ve made it very clear that you don’t want the world, you just want to feel safe and secure in his world. You have made him that one promise that he’s ever needed to hear in his life and that is to never give up on him. And he wants to do whatever he can to make that an easier choice for you. 
As you pack your saddle bags and get the horses ready for the ride, Hosea strides over to give the two of you a quick reminder to behave and be mindful. The gang is new to the area and still getting its bearings. You all need to lay low until you know what you’re dealing with. 
“Now remember, no fighting. No stealing. No riots. I don’t need to be making a house-call to the local jailhouse to bail you out so soon.” As he speaks, you watch the smoke rise from Hosea’s cigarette and circle his head like a crown, his eyes squinting slightly at the burn.
“We’ll be fine.” Arthur rolls his eyes dismissively at the older man as he finishes tying up Buck’s saddle.
“I’m talkin’ about you specifically,” Hosea stresses, poking his finger into Arthur’s chest. “I’m not worried about Y/N acting like a fool.”
“Calm down. I’ll have her along with me.” Arthur waves his hand towards you. “She’ll keep me straight and make me tow the line.”
“I hope so. But you’re also a bull in a china shop when it comes to her.” Hosea tips his head in your direction. “Just keep your head about you, would you?”
“I got this, ‘sea.” You flash a smile and give the man a kiss on the cheek right below his graying temple. “I’ll make sure Arthur stays in line.” 
Hosea’s scowl at Arthur turns to a loving grin at you. “I’m sure you will, my dear. Because you’re the only one with any damn sense around here.” He affectionately pats your hand.
“Hey!” whines Arthur, defensively. Hosea waves him off, giving one last “be careful”, and walks back towards his chair. Arthur turns back to you and swats your arm. “Kiss-ass.” 
You can only roll your eyes with a short laugh as you finish packing Blue’s saddlebags.
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The ride to Trimble doesn’t take too long, only about thirty minutes on horseback. The sun is still fighting to break the clouds and the wind kicks up, churning the last remnants of fall leaves on the ground at your horses’ feet. It’s late morning by the time you arrive and the townspeople are already bustling about. Arthur was right, the town is quaint and charming. 
As you lead your horses down the street, you look up excitedly at the approaching hotel sign. The two of you get your horses hitched to the post outside just as an idea comes to you and you search the street to see what is around. 
You point at the general store which is a couple of doors down. “Before we head to the room, I want to make a quick stop.” 
“For what?” asks Arthur as he follows you next door, his gaze lingering on the hotel instead. He is anxious to get to your room and begin your stay together. 
“I want to get a few things. Some food, things like that.” 
“They have food at the hotel, you know,” he huffs. You can hear Arthur’s boots scrape against the wood of the boardwalk behind you as he slightly drags his feet, reluctant to be side-tracked with any errands.
Pausing just outside the door of the store, you turn with a smirk. You press yourself up against him, purposely pushing your cleavage against his hard chest. “I don’t know about you, but I have no intention of even being dressed, let alone leaving that room for the next two days, mister.”
Arthur’s eyes roll shut, head tilting back for a moment with a groan at the very thought of being blissfully naked for two full days. When he looks down into your beautiful face again, his sapphire eyes sparkle with mischief. 
“Woman, I’m gonna make you sing like the angel you are,” he growls out. 
“Such things you say, Mr. Morgan,” you purr back with the most unladylike smile. 
“I’m trying my best to be a gentleman right now, Y/N. But if you keep lookin’ at me like that with the devil in your eye…we’re fucking on the closest thing I can find to bend you over on.”
Your legs actually quiver at the thought. You know you shouldn’t be excited by such vulgarity. But then again, you can’t help but be tempted to tease this theory of his as he leans over you so close that you can feel the heat beginning to radiate off of him, even in the chilly air. 
“I have to warn you, Arthur, I may scratch and I may bite.” Your fingertip runs down his cheek and along his jawline. 
“You’ll crawl and beg, too, when I’m done with you,” he promises.
A sultry giggle erupts from your lips as you reach up to place a short, yet heated kiss upon his plump lips. Arthur then dips in closer to place a quick love bite along your neck, drawing a quick little yelp from you. 
Your focus is broken when you hear an annoyed tsk from somewhere next to you and you catch the disapproving glances from an older couple who are passing along on the street. You quickly clear your throat, tapping Arthur’s shoulder to indicate that he needs to stop this little scene. You blush, hiding your face into your hands, and lean into his chest with an embarrassed little groan. 
“C’mon” chuckles Arthur as he places a kiss to the top of your head, “Let’s get this little errand of yours done so we can get started. Looks like we’re on borrowed time.”
It is a quick shopping trip inside the store for you. The little shop is kept neat and well-stocked, with natural light pouring in through the windows along the front. Dried herbs and woven baskets hang from the ceiling and barrels of various items line the walls. The store has everything from grains to produce, from ropes and hammers to books and socks. 
Arthur leans against the sales counter as you walk about the store to grab a few things, such as some fruit, dried meats, a loaf of bread, a small brick of cheese and a bottle of cheap wine. In and out within a few minutes and then you and Arthur head back towards the hotel.
Walking into the establishment, it is warm and cheerful. It is a fairly large open area with the front desk centered along the back wall. To the left is what seems to be a small restaurant-cafe with a mixture of aromas drifting through the enclosed space, and to the right is a sitting room where some of the guests are playing checkers while sipping on coffee. The woodwork is white-washed and simple paintings adorn the walls.
Behind the desk is a short, plump woman, looking to be about in her 50’s. Her hair is pulled back into a bun, with streaks of gray ribboning through it. She sets down the book she is reading and peers over her spectacles when she hears the bell above the door ring as you and Arthur come through the threshold. 
“Afternoon, folks,” she greets you with a wide, toothy smile. “What can I do for you?”
Arthur strides up to the desk, placing his hands upon the smoothly painted wood. “The lady and I need a room. We’ve been on the road for a bit, so we’d like some privacy, if you don’t mind,” he stresses. “Peace and quiet, that sort of thing.” He fills out the ledger she pushes towards him on the counter. 
“Of course, Mr…Callahan.” She nods as she reads the name scrawled in his handwriting. “Well, I have the room at the far end of the hall that’s empty. No one else on that side.” She points up the stairs and to the right. “It’s the smallest room I got, but it’s going to be the quietest.”
“We don’t need big. We need private,” Arthur says, rather short and curt in his demeanor and the woman gives him a curious look.
“Newly weds”, you quickly interject as if answering the woman’s unasked question with a radiant smile on your lips as your nose wrinkles with excitement. You lace your arms around Arthur’s as you lay your head against his shoulder, playing up the act. Arthur looks over at you with a smirk. 
“Oh!” She smiles back. “How sweet.” But her face drops a bit when she looks at your hand. She looks puzzled as you follow her gaze.
“I don’t wear my ring when we travel.” You flutter your fingers for emphasis. “A lot of questionable folks in this area. You understand.”
She smiles again and nods. “Of course. I don’t blame you, Miss. Enjoy your stay.” She slides the room key to Arthur, pointing in the general direction you need to head. You both thank her for her kindness and quickly make for the staircase to head upstairs.
As you walk down the hallway, Arthur leans down to your ear. “‘Questionable folks’? If only she knew.” 
“Shh! Don’t worry about that now,” your voice floats with a wispy tone. “We’re not outlaws for the next two days. We’re just-“
“Newly weds.” He smiles down at you. 
“That’s right. Newly weds.” You grin ear to ear back at him. “And I think we have some ‘consummating’ to do.” 
You come to the end of the hall, arriving at Number 6. Twisting the key into the slightly stubborn iron lock, Arthur pushes the door open for you. You step into the room and survey your temporary lodging. Your mouth gapes slightly, your eyes sparkling with anticipation. It's adorable. 
The room is in fact small, but offers enough space to move about comfortably. It’s painted a simple white, bright and airy, to match the lobby with little pitchers of dried flowers on the one small table in the room and on the one dresser that is available. White eyelet curtains swag across the two small windows that flank the bed that sits in the middle of the wall. A beautiful mauve comforter adorns the mattress with a metal frame securing it. You smile wickedly as you have plans for that headboard. 
Arthur steps in behind you as he closes the door and heads over to the small fireplace to get a fire going. You set your few things on the small table and make your way to the bed. Your hand runs along the soft bedding, gliding along the surface as if trailing your fingertips through water. It’s been awhile since you've experienced such finery, such as it is. Slowly lowering yourself down onto the bed, you lay backwards, letting the muscles of your back unknot themselves as you take a deep calming breath. The feeling of the fluffy quilt envelops you as if you are floating on a cloud as you sink back, the scent of clean linen wafting in the air. 
“Oh, I almost forgot what a real bed feels like.” A deep and lazy sigh exhales from your chest, making the bodice of your dress float. When you open your eyes, you see Arthur watching you intently. “Are you going to join me?”
Arthur’s only answer is a grin as he proceeds to take off his gun belt, laying it across the table next to your bags with a slight thud and strides over to you, his vivid eyes shining. As he approaches the bed, you roll to sit up on your knees, wrapping your arms around his neck with a giggle and sweetly kiss him. His large, warm hands settle on your hips, pulling you closer to him as he smiles into your mouth in return. Suddenly, you stop, pulling back to look at him. 
“Do you hear that?” you whisper. 
Startled, Arthur’s eyes narrow as he tries to listen. His body stiffens slightly as a defensive reflex.
“Silence”, you breathe even lower. “There’s no one. No Dutch. No Susan. No Sean. And -” you pause for emphasis- “no Micah. Just you and me.” Your eyes gleam ecstatically as you collect his face into your gentle hands.
A huge smile slowly blooms across Arthur’s face as reality has fully hit him now. ‘Just you and me.’ It’s a beautiful little sentiment, isn’t it?
“Well, let’s not waste a single minute of it, then,” he says. He gently forces you back down to the bed as he lays himself over top of you. You giggle as your arms wrap around Arthur’s shoulders, pulling him to you. After a few tender moments of soft kisses, Arthur rolls to lay along your side and his hand splays across your stomach, sliding down to knead the tender skin there. You rotate your hips to press against him, your leg coming up to slot with his. When your hand comes to rest over his heart, Arthur places his own over top of it, holding it there. 
It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get lost in your own little universe. Arthur’s hands begin to move faster, just as his lips do. The kisses become more passionate, the moaning and heavy breathing escalates. Grasping and pinching takes hold of your extremities. 
The world outside the walls of this tiny rented room ceases to exist and fades away. The only things that matter are you and Arthur. You do not hear the horses and chatter from the street below. You do not smell the dinner being prepared in the kitchen of the hotel. You can only feel the soft bed beneath you and the hot skin of the person you are entwined with. And you only see the loving face that hovers in front of you. 
Arthur suddenly stands up to unbutton his shirt and pull his trousers off. While he is occupied, you quickly whip off your blouse and your underclothes along with it. You grab a hold of the strings of your skirt when he abruptly stops you. 
“Hold on,” Arthur murmurs, holding his hand out over your fingers. He gets that lustful look in his eyes that you know all too well. “Do it real slow-like. I don’t want to miss a thing.” 
Your eyelashes flutter as a crimson-blush floats across the apple of your cheeks. But you oblige, of course, coyly pulling at the strings, your fingers daintily raised in emphasis. 
Once the skirt is gone, Arthur tenderly reaches down and lifts your legs one at a time to take off your boots, leaving each foot resting on his abdomen. You curl your toes and flirtatiously extend your legs up to hook them under the collar of his union suit. Deftly using your feet, you push the sides of the fabric down over his muscled arms to expose his chest and effectively spread your legs wide for him in the process. 
He pauses at the sight, eyes dark and carnal. He swallows thickly before he even attempts to speak. “Just be warned, I’m about to break you in half, woman.” His fingers trail over your calves in anticipation. 
You smile mischievously and run your foot along the front of his thigh. “Oh, I surely hope so, mister. I was counting on it.”
The way Arthur makes you feel about yourself is unparalleled. He makes you feel beautiful and loved. Never in your life have you ever felt so wanted and desired. He is a man who has little in this tumultuous world so he values the things that he does have. And the idea that Arthur treasures you above all things sets your heart to flutter. He is strong and unyielding. And yet, you, simply you, have captured his heart to hold him hostage. While you calm his restless soul, he in turn makes you feel vibrant and alive. 
Before you can say or do anything more, Arthur grabs your legs, yanking you closer to him as a squeal escapes from your lips until your rear sits at the edge of the bed. He kneels down in front of you, tossing your legs over his broad shoulders as your thighs slowly fall open for him.
Arthur cradles your leg to him as he places languid kisses along your plush limbs. Starting from your knee, his hot tongue darts in and out as his lips travel along the soft skin to your plump thighs, creeping his way towards your heat. He moves agonizingly slow, but the sheer feeling of it makes time stand still. 
You sit up on your elbows and watch him work, delighted in how much he revels in the experience. Arthur fully plans on indulging himself and taking complete advantage of the situation. No interruptions, no nosy eyes and ears. The comfort and warmth of a proper shelter lending to the tender atmosphere. Arthur will covet every little thing and every single moment that he has with you for the next two days. 
His strong hands float across the skin of your thighs to meet where his mouth is, coming together at the apex between your legs. Your breath hitches as his thick fingertips gently graze over the tender folds of skin. Your mouth gapes slightly at the incredible sensation. Arthur’s head tilts slightly to the side as he assesses the treasure before him. A quick look up to catch your loving gaze before he dips down, his tongue dragging along the slit of your heat. Your eyes instantly flutter with a staggered breath ghosting from your lips. He begins to wag his tongue back and forth, basking in your taste. Before long, he slides his finger up along the skin, sliding in and out, covered in your wetness. 
The two techniques in conjunction cause you to moan loudly. Your head falls back between your shoulder blades causing your breasts to angle up higher for his viewing pleasure. But you bite your lip to try to stifle yourself out of habit, afraid someone will hear. 
“Go ahead and make all the pretty little noises you want, Darlin’. Ain’t no one gonna hear ya,” Arthur smirks. He runs his palm over your mound, gently massaging the flesh there. 
“We’re not alone in this building, you know,” you pant, trying to catch your breath already. “Someone will eventually hear.”
“No one I care about.” He gives you that wicked wink.
You shoot him a kittenish look as he sets about his work again as if determined to prove his point. His mouth works you over with more force this time, completely encompassing your heat, as a second thick finger is added. Your arms give out as you drop to the mattress. You mewl and moan as you completely give in, and the sounds coming from your panting mouth only encourage Arthur to go faster and deeper. He tightly wraps his arm around your leg, pulling your hips open even more to give him access to your core. His tongue flicks over that sensitive bud, sucking and releasing while his fingers push and retract, curling as they move along the velvety walls inside you. 
The muscles in your abdomen tighten as your orgasm explodes within you. You practically scream as your hands fist the blanket under you until your knuckles turn white, your whole body spasming under Arthur’s arms as he holds you in place. But instead of leaving you spent, it makes you crave even more. 
“Arthur?” Your voice is breathless and shaky. 
“Hmm?” He asks smugly, going back to leaving slow kisses along your thighs again. The feeling of his beard prickling your sensitive skin makes you shudder. 
“I’m positive that this is only the beginning of what you have in mind. So whatever you’re going to do next, you had better get started. Because I can’t wait much longer to feel you inside me properly.”
His eyes meet your half-lidded ones, which are lust-drunk and captivating. “You got me wrapped around your pretty little fingers, you know that?”
“You got it all wrong, my love. It’s gonna be me wrapped around you. Now get over here.” You lift your leg to use it to pull him up to you.  
The little term of endearment melts his heart and Arthur quickly stands to pull off the rest of his clothing in a hurry before he climbs over you, the muscles of his back rippling as he hurriedly moves to meet your lips. Your hands greedily run into his hair and then fan-out over his broad shoulders. Your legs wrap around his lower half as he sinks down over you. You can feel his hard cock rub against you and you groan into his mouth. He’s hard as a rock, his tip hot to the touch. God, you want him so badly right now. You impatiently reach between you to wrap your soft hand around his member, pumping and stroking him and he hisses in your ear in response, biting on your neck. 
Arthur sits up on the bed, resting back on his heels so that he can get a full view of you. Your body writhes lying beneath him, your arms extended to run your hands along his thick thighs and across his lower abdomen. The tips of your fingers trail through the hair that makes its way towards the “v” of his groin. 
Arthur teases your opening with his cock, watching as your eyes roll back. Once he’s graced the entrance, he grabs your knees and pushes his hips forward, sliding himself into your warm cunt. You clench around him as if to trap him inside of you, never to let him leave. He is entranced by the way your back arches backwards, practically bent in half, as he pushes inch by heavenly inch, in order to achieve the greatest reach. 
“C’mon, baby, dance for me,” he utters.
Arthur studies the beauty of your eyes as he begins to thrust into you. He knows every line of your face from watching you from afar and viewing you up close. Leaning over you, he caresses your cheek. You close your eyes and lean into his calloused hand even more. He cherishes you as he holds your face in his palm. You are totally, and absolutely, his. Sighing deeply with such affection, he gathers your hair in his fist, sliding his fingers back into your locks to pull your head back. 
At one point, you try to push him over to take control, but he isn’t having it. Arthur is too lost in his own lust to give up control now. When he feels you push against his chest, he collects your wrists into his much larger hand to pin them over your head into the mattress. He grabs your leg and hooks his powerful arm under it to keep you exactly where he wants you as his thrusts pick up speed and force. 
Up until now, you and Arthur have been heated, but nothing like this. He looks down at you, taken in at how you need him just as much as he needs you. He is speechless and suddenly greedy for more. He suddenly pulls himself out of you, and you gasp in disappointment at the sudden emptiness. Your eyes shoot wide open, eyebrows furrowed and questioning his motives. But he acts quickly. Arthur’s hands wrap around your sides as he abruptly flips you over on the mattress and pulls you up on all fours by your hips. 
He reaches around and rakes his fingers over your heat, gathering some of your wetness to lubricate himself. Taking himself in hand, Arthur places his throbbing tip against your heat again, but this time from behind, rubbing back and forth to nestle between the sensitive folds. The mewl that drops from your lips is both animalistic and divine as your eyes screw shut as you take him again. He pushes himself into you, a loud grunt of his own filling the air. 
You’ve never done it like this before. This was something you’ve heard whispered but never experienced yourself.
With this angle, Arthur’s cock drags along the roof of your cunt, dragging across nerves that are being teased in a whole new way. The upward diagonal direction of his grinding feels different, yet exponentially amazing. He’s trying to be mindful to see if you are okay with this new “experiment”, not wanting to cross a line, but he quickly loses himself. His head is spinning and he shoves himself into you, hips snapping sharply.
Stars begin to cloud your vision as your senses become overwhelmed. You feel him everywhere, inside you and all around you. You feel as if you could burst into flames right now. You’re not sure where your head is at, probably lost in oblivion, but you turn your chin to your shoulder. And watching Arthur’s face contorted in pleasure sets you off on a whole new level of desire. In a surprising act of boldness, with a breathy little whimper, you simply mutter the word “harder”.
Silly girl that you are.
Recognition flashes in Arthur’s eyes as his fingertips dig into your hips. There’s a quick smack to your ass-cheek as if sending his horse into a gallop and he’s off. 
Arthur begins to pound into you relentlessly now, knowing that you are enjoying this as much as he is, sending your skin shuttering with each blow. He begins to grunt loudly as his hips snap at an increasingly faster pace. You can feel the bed itself shifting under you from his force. 
With the unabated jarring of his pelvis, you lose your balance and your arms give out. Your forehead drops, digging into your forearms, but it also raises your hips even more, adding to the heavenly sensation. 
Arthur eventually wraps his arm under your rib cage and pulls you up to hold you against his broad chest. The burly arm wraps around your shoulders while the other snakes down your front to fondle the delicate skin of your heat again. His mouth latches onto your neck, his forehead digging into your temple. In an attempt to grasp onto something to anchor yourself to this planet, your own arm reaches behind you to wrap around behind Arthur’s head, your fingers clenching the thick waves of sandy-blonde hair as you cry out his name. It always sends him into a heated frenzy to hear you say his name laced with such wanton desire. Sometimes, you’ll even simply whisper his name into his ear when you are just sitting by the fire, innocently nestled in his lap. 
The air is filled with the scent of sweat, leather, and cigarette smoke, coupled with the rose-water you washed your hair with. Your moaning and Arthur's lustful grunts echo loudly within the small space, the sound bouncing off of the walls like a sinful orchestra.
Arthur’s powerful arms wrap around you like a large jungle snake, restrictive and making it hard to catch your breath. He holds you as if afraid to let go, afraid that you could be taken from him. Or worse yet, leave of your own accord. This whole thing is still so new to him. As wonderful as you are, there is still that sliver, that crack in his black, broken heart, that this is all too good to be true. He is still waiting for that hammer to fall and crush his fragile dream. And yet still, Arthur keeps barreling forward with his cock buried inside of you, hips bucking, until your head snaps back with your second orgasm.
Once you’re spent, your body goes limp in Arthur’s arms. His own pace sputters as he reaches his own climax shortly after you and he pulls himself out to finish on the back of your legs. 
Panting heavily, you are lightheaded and collapse onto the bed under you, thankful for the cushioning that catches you.
Arthur slowly leans over you as his chest tries to recapture air into his lungs. His hands rest on either side of your body, allowing his forehead to rest between your shoulder blades. Eventually you can feel his lips leaving soft little kisses along your back.
“Good Lord, Arthur,” you chuckle, you back arching like a cat in response to his lips scattering across your skin.
“I did warn you.”
“That you did.” A satisfied hum leaves your trembling lips as you flip back over and catch him between your legs, trapping him between your thighs. His face and chest glisten with a thin sheen of sweat, even in the chilled room. “Just remember, Arthur, payback is a bitch.” And the look of absolute adoration fills his eyes at your statement. 
You find the energy to sit up, propping yourself up on one elbow with the other arm slung around his shoulders. Foreheads affectionately touch together while you both catch your breath. You pepper Arthur’s face with kisses, causing the most adorable chuckle to spring from his mouth.
“This was such a good idea,” you sigh. 
“Probably one of my better ones, for sure,” he agrees.
“You realize this is where we live now, right?”
“If only that were true.” Arthur gives you a sweet but sad smile before nudging your nose with his. You’ve noticed that it’s a gesture of affection that he often does with you, one that you know is meant to say ‘I love you’ without having to say it out loud. 
“Well, then let’s make the most of the time we have,” you whisper. You gently pull him over you like a blanket, wrapping your arms and legs around him, your lips pressed to his. He sinks into you again with pleasure. 
You spend the rest of the evening lying naked upon the bed, staring into each other’s eyes. You talk about different things, snickering and laughing, and just simply enjoy each other’s presence. You make love two more times before falling blissfully asleep in each other’s arms at some point into the very-early morning while the stars still shine in the sky, completely exhausted. 
The next morning, as the sun needles its way into your windows, you roll over and bury your face into your billowy pillow. It was a late night and the idea of sleeping-in with no one hollering for you to begin work is so satisfying. You stretch your legs, wiggling a bit into the sheets and blankets. The fabric is soft wrapped around your bare body. 
When Arthur’s arm enfolds you from behind, pulling you back and tucking you against him, you begin to smile softly. His much larger frame presses against the entire length of yours, making you feel safe and comforted. If heaven on Earth exists, it is right here in this tiny room, nestled quietly within this little hotel.
And it is in this blissful moment that the overwhelming realization washes over you. That there is so much more to life than simply surviving it. There is Arthur. There’s the two of you, planning and building a life together. 
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After a day and a half of being holed-up in the hotel room, you and Arthur decide to head out to the saloon for a change of scenery. The fresh air and sunlight will do you both some good. 
The last several hours have been spent alternating passionate love-making and catching up on much-needed rest, with Arthur taking some time to work in his journal while you relaxed and read a new novel that Mary-Beth loaned you. 
You take your time in getting dressed, with no urgency to be anywhere. You have to keep swatting Arthur’s hand away when he keeps trying to undo the strings of your clothing the minute you have them tied. But eventually, you manage to get yourselves together and head downstairs. 
The same woman who checked you in yesterday is sweeping the floor of the lobby and upon hearing footsteps from above, she looks up. But when she recognizes who is coming down, she shyly avoids eye contact, her face red as she sees the two of you descend the stairs. She goes back to her task, dragging the broom across the floorboards at a faster pace to avoid any awkward conversations. At first you don’t understand the behavior, but it quickly dawns on you that she must have heard your amorous activities last night. 
“Whoops,” you whisper to yourself under your breath, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you walk through the lobby. 
“Huh?” Arthur looks at you confused. 
“Nevermind, just keep walking,” you chuckle, grabbing his arm and pushing him ahead of you and out the front door. 
The saloon isn’t too far down, just about a five minute walk. With your arm linked with Arthur’s, you walk into the bar and look around excitedly. Arthur, however, is immediately on high-alert. He notices several heads turn upon your entrance, not to watch him for once, but to curiously eye-up the woman beside him. You are radiant. Your eyes are bright and cheeks flushed with color. You have a natural glow about you due to the past thirty-six hours in your hotel room.
Naturally you don’t notice the lingering eyes of the drunken patrons, but Arthur certainly does. He stiffens a bit in reaction to the gawking stares. But as soon as you wrap your arms around his bicep and lean in to whisper something in his ear, everyone knows who’s arm you’ll be on tonight.  
Arthur knows it’s selfish, but for once, he is the envy of everyone. And his chest proudly puffs out a bit as he escorts you with a swagger in his step through the room to a table. 
A waitress brings you and Arthur drinks and you sit comfortably in the corner, nuzzling up on each other, minding your own business. But it doesn’t take long for your privacy to be intruded upon. 
“Hey, Arthur! Y/N!” You hear John’s raspy voice cut through the noise of the saloon. Looking up, you see him and Abigail making their way to your table. “See? Told you they’d be here,” he says to Abigail. 
You and Arthur are a bit speechless at first, not expecting to see anyone you know tonight. “What are you two doin’ here?” Arthur asks.
“Needed to get Abigail out of camp before she plants a knife in someone,” snickers John as he pulls a chair out for the woman to sit before pulling out a second one for himself and tossing his lean leg over it to settle in next to her. 
“Damn idiots, being stupid!” she hisses as she plunks down onto the hard wooden chair. You nod in acknowledgement with a sigh, as you completely understand Abigail’s frustration. And although you are disappointed that your time with Arthur is being interrupted, you are happy to see that John and Abigail are trying to spend a little time together, too and you all proceed to have a drink together. 
And soon enough, the doors swing open and in walks Sean, Karen, Lenny, and Charles as well.
Arthur’s head turns when he sees them and you are quick to catch his groan and eye-roll. “Damn it,” he mutters under his breath. 
With a sigh of resignation, you lean your shoulder into his. “I suppose you’re right, you could never leave the gang and go off on your own. Everywhere you go, they follow.” You nudge your chin in their direction with a slight laugh. 
“Oh no, don’t blame me on this. They follow you around just as much as me now,” he teases. “And besides, it’s ‘we’ - we couldn’t go off on our own. It’s you and me, remember?”
“That’s right.” You smile brightly and lift your beer bottle to clink to his in a toast.  
“Ah, well would ya look who it is!” exclaims Sean as he wraps his arm around Karen’s shoulders and saunters over to your corner to join the four of you. And before you know it, Lenny and Charles grab a nearby table, dragging it closer to yours and the lot of you settle in for a good time. 
The night carries on, with singing, dancing and many drinks to be passed amongst your friends. Lively music fills the air as the amber glow of the oil lamps begins to push back against the encroaching shadows of the setting sun. And all the while, you sit in the corner curled up to Arthur all night. 
Abigail observes the two of you together throughout the evening and smiles to herself. She notices that it is the subtle things about the two of you that are so endearing. Arthur comes up behind you, his arm gliding around your waist as you lean back into him. Occasionally his head lowers closer to your cheek and you turn upward, your hand coming up to cup his face as you smile at him. Arthur doesn’t possessively plant kisses all over you in public, but just the slightest turn of his lips towards your temple as you speak. Or it’s his hand on the small of your back as you walk about. Even when he simply pulls your chair out and holds your arm to help you to sit, it is the simplest of loving actions that stand out. 
Abigail’s smile widens as her chin sits in her hand. She is so happy for you both, but especially Arthur. He’s been through so much and has been so lonely for so long. She marvels at how different Arthur is now, at how time has changed him. John tries to show his affection in his own way, but nothing as soft and romantic as Arthur. Ironic how Arthur is the larger, more brutish of the two men, yet he is actually the softer of them. 
Noticing that more drinks are needed, you head over to the bar to secure another round for your group. You lean on the wooden surface, patiently waiting for the barkeep’s attention when you sense a presence out of the corner of your eye. A man sidles up next to you, standing a little too close for comfort. You can’t help but to notice how his beady eyes rake over you, the smell of whiskey emanating off of him like a cloud. 
“Evenin’!” Casting your gaze briefly to your right towards the scraggly voice, you notice the man is greasy and lean. His dark hair is combed back under his hat and he carries himself with a cocky air about him. 
You give him a polite but quick, “Good evening.”
“Couldn't help but notice a pretty thing like you in a place like this. You must be new. How much you cost?”
Your lips pull inward, trying not to be offensive in your answer as you feel your face start to burn hot. “I’m not for sale. And even if I was, you couldn’t afford my rate.”
The man’s face drops a bit of its smugness, shifting his weight from hip to hip. “Oh, you’re one of those stuck-up girls, are you?”
“No. Just spoken for, is all.”
“Real shame. I could show you a good time.” The man licks his lips in a disgusting gesture, making your skin crawl. Even Micah is better behaved than this man.
A slow and measured sigh escapes your lips. “I’m already having a good time. With someone else.” Although your words are nice enough, the tone is laced with annoyance. 
Meanwhile, Arthur’s eyes never leave you as he is watching very closely how this scene is playing out at the bar. He tunes-out the nonsensical blabbering of Sean sitting next to him as his hand tightens down around the bottle he is holding. 
But you’ve decided you've had enough of the cretin’s advances and try to push past the idiot to return to your friends, and more importantly, to Arthur. But the man lays his hand on your shoulder, preventing you from leaving. “Now wait a minute, I ain’t done with you.” 
“Oh, but I am done with you.” Your eyebrows raise to accentuate your point. “Now if you will excuse me.”
But he quickly grabs your arm, squeezing harshly. “I said-” 
In this split second, time stands still and Arthur’s perception of things slows to a crawl as his vision sees red when your face twists up in pain from the harsh grab of this fool. Arthur springs up from his chair, tossing it backward with the force and a speed that belies his size, and he bolts over to the two of you.
Arthur clamps his massive hand around the man’s wrist with a crushing force, halting him in his tracks and peeling the drunk’s dirty fingers from your arm as he protectively moves you behind him.
“That’s enough. The lady said she ain’t for you.” Arthur steps menacingly toward the man, fists balled and his arm pulls back ready to launch, but he stops short when you place your hand on his forearm as a reminder that you are not supposed to be causing a ruckus while in town. The feeling of your fingers on his skin instantly grounds him, distracting Arthur from the sinister thoughts rolling around in his head. 
Reluctantly, Arthur tries his best to calm down before he does something that he’ll regret. “Now you best leave it at that and walk away,” Arthur says, taking a breath.
“She belongs to you?!” the man sneers out as if in surprise.
“She don’t belong to no one, least of all you.”
“Well, if that’s the case, this doesn’t concern you, then. This is between me and the lady.” He waves his hand at you. “So you be the one leave it.”
Arthur takes a deep breath in, Hosea’s warning echoing in his head. “Right now, I need to see the back of your head getting smaller and smaller. Keep in mind that I can make that happen several ways.” 
“Arthur, don’t,” you warn. “Don’t waste your time on this stupid fool.” You tug gently on his arm, hoping he will come back to the table with you without incident.
The drunk looks indignantly at you. “Who you callin’ a stupid fool, missy?” He keeps his eyes on you as he addresses Arthur. “You better get your little whore there under control,” lifting his chin in your direction. “Or I’ll have to do it for you.”
That is what lights Arthur’s fuse. “What the hell did you just say to her?” His eyes narrow as he takes another menacing step closer to the man, his shoulders squaring up.
You warily wrap your arm around his waist as another, more pressing physical reminder. “Arthur, you promised.” 
“Better listen to the little lady, mister,” the drunk keeps pushing, taunting Arthur even further. “And besides, I’m sure I can take care of her better than you anyway…old man.” 
Your eyes widen in shock and the room suddenly goes silent.
“Ah, shit,” John mutters from somewhere behind you. With a sigh, John snuffs out his cigarette and starts to roll up his sleeves. He knows exactly what’s coming next. So much for a relaxing night out.  
Arthur’s jaw tightens as his teeth grit painfully together. And yet still, he’s struggling internally not to cross that line. For you. 
You are impressed with Arthur’s self-control right now, as he did promise to behave himself tonight. But, you are not going to let anyone talk to Arthur like that. 
With a slight nod of acceptance, you lovingly pat Arthur’s chest and carefully withdraw your arm from his waist and take a slow and very pronounced step back from him, effectively releasing your beast upon the saloon. 
A menacing smile crosses Arthur’s lips as he realizes that like a once-caged animal, he is now free. The drunk’s face flashes confusion for only a second before Arthur’s fist flies, crashing into his jaw. The man’s body crumples haplessly to the floor, but Arthur is quick to grab him by the collar, landing another crushing blow to his face. And then yet another, causing blood to spatter through the air. 
There is a sudden explosion of action all around you. You take several staggering steps backwards out of the way until your back collides with a solid wall of muscle. You gasp in a brief panic. But as you turn, you see that it’s Charles. And he is quick to grab you by the hips and lifts you up to sit on the bar, safely out of the way before heading to Arthur’s side. John is already at the ready, smiling cheekily as he throws punches at anyone that gets into his way. 
The saloon quickly erupts into an all-out brawl. Chairs get tossed through the air and tables flip over as angry shouting erupts into the atmosphere. Arthur has already beaten the first idiot senseless and has since taken on two more that ineptly tried to jump him in their friend’s defense. 
Your heart leaps into your throat as you watch Arthur’s bloodied knuckles land into yet another man’s ribs, lifting his body clean off the ground with the force of the blow. The poor man’s face contorts as if he is about to throw-up a lung. But he doesn’t have time to, as Arthur quickly heaves the man up and then slams him flat on his back to the floor, knocking him out cold. But Arthur quickly recovers to deliver an upper-cut punch to another approaching brawler, filling the air with the disgusting, gut-wrenching sound of bone cracking. 
You cast a quick glance to the corner to check on the safety of your friends to find Lenny and Sean already in the thick of the fight as well. Karen is standing on a chair, cackling and hollering, encouraging the fight, while Abigail has tucked herself safely into a corner. 
“Come on, Arthur! Knock his lights out!” hollers Karen, waving her beer bottle towards the surging mob. 
While you are preoccupied with your friends’ safety, you are startled back to the action in front of you when a drunk gets thrown into you, his head landing in your lap. You yelp in surprise as you look down and immediately grab a bottle from behind the bar, smashing it on his head. The man is knocked senseless and drops to the floor at your feet. 
After about twenty minutes of chaos, the fight ends just as quickly as it began. Arthur stands in the middle of the room, his chest heaving, with men sprawled out in unconscious heaps at his feet. He looks down at his knuckles, annoyed at the cuts and mess, and spits out a bit of blood from his cut lip onto the floor. He and John exchange a grin, an unspoken check that the other one is okay. Arthur then scans the room for Charles and catches sight of him just as he tosses some dimwit to the floor. Sean and Lenny stand next to each other, congratulating the other on a job well-done. All are accounted for and alive. A few new bruises, but thankfully none are worse for wear. 
Finally, Arthur’s eyes search for you. He finds you still perched upon the bar. Your eyes are wide in astonishment and your chest rises and falls to catch your panicked breath. Arthur’s lips draw inward in guilt, realizing that he’s broken his promise to you. Shame begins to take hold of him, beating about within his rib cage like a bird in flight.
You are not blind nor indifferent to Arthur’s violent tendencies, but you are always so taken aback when you see it first-hand. He is always so mindful and careful with you. But with others, not so much. Arthur is one of those people where if he likes you, he loves you. If he hates you, heaven help you. And his sheer strength and volatility is a wondrous thing to behold. 
Blood thunders in your ears as you stare at him, dumbfounded. Your heart races. And it beats for Arthur. It would bleed for him, too. 
And then Arthur witnesses a most incredible thing happening. A smirk begins to blossom across your lips as you hold his gaze. Instead of turning in repulsion from what he’s done, you cock an eyebrow at him as you silently hold your arms out, reaching for him. 
Without a word, Arthur walks through the minefield of bodies, stepping over arms and legs that are bent at odd angles. He sets his bruised hands upon your waist and gently lifts you down until your small feet touch the dusty floor. You smile up at him, lifting your thumb to gently swipe away the bit of blood that stains his bruised face.
“Let’s go,” you whisper to him as you tuck your arm around his. He doesn’t say anything, only gives you a slight smile and nods, leading you towards the door. 
And as you make your way through the crowd, you pause to stand over that first drunk, the one that started this whole mess. He is still sprawled out unconscious on the floor in a deep crimson pool of his own blood. You look down with a frown and promptly kick him in the ribs before heading to the doors. 
As soon as you get outside, the cold air hits you in the face with an exhilarating jolt. Rushing down the few steps of the saloon, you abruptly spin into Arthur’s chest, reaching up to grab fistfuls of his hair as you pull him down to your lips. You hungrily kiss him, your tongue thrust into his mouth and trying to ignore how the taste of his blood from his busted lip excites you even more. When you pry yourself from his face, your bosom heaving with desire, you lock eyes with him. You have never been so riled up in your life. 
“We need to get back to our room. Now.”
It only takes a second for Arthur to register the idea. “Right.” And he snatches your hand up into his, dragging you across the dirt street, your feet skipping to keep up with his long strides. 
The moment you enter the hotel lobby, you sprint ahead of him, pulling him up the stairs behind you. The two of you bounce off of the walls of the hallway, knocking into meticulously placed picture frames as arms and hands grasp at each other. Lips desperately try to find and land on a patch of skin, any patch will do, in the process. 
Reaching the door to your room, Arthur’s attention momentarily leaves you to fumble with the key to the lock, the last obstacle between you and sweet ecstasy. A childish pout graces your face at the loss of his lips on yours, and you are quick to reach up and latch your own to his neck, teeth grazing his beard-stubbled flesh. The moment your teeth sink into his neck, Arthur almost drops the key, a lustful groan involuntarily crossing his lips. His hips reflexively push you against the door for a moment, grinding in an effort to find the sought-after friction he needs. He tastes salty from working up a sweat during the bar fight. And you’ll be working him into a froth before the night is over, for sure. A mumbled chain of expletives drops from his mouth until he can get his fingers to work properly to fit the key into the lock.
He finally manages to free the heavy wooden door from its confines and barrels through the entryway, dragging you with him. You bumble ungracefully into the room which is still warm with the remnants of a fire burning in the small fireplace. 
Your lips remain heatedly locked together as your hands make quick work of the buttons of Arthur’s shirt, roughly shoving the fabric back off his shoulders to expose his tanned skin. Your fingertips are already at the buttons of his pants while he is still fumbling with the strings of your dress, his large fingers unable to handle the small knots. Frustrated, Arthur grabs the seams, about ready to pull the damn thing apart and rip it off you when you abruptly stop, pulling back from him and grabbing his face. His eyes shoot open in surprise. 
“Don’t you dare rip this dress, Arthur Morgan!” You snap sharply “You already owe me a new dress from the last one you ripped.”
He gives you a frustrated snort, like a bull about to charge, and a scowl of impatience on his handsome face. 
A sultry smirk of empathy quickly floats along your face. With your hands placed on his chest, you push Arthur backwards, nibbling on his lips as you do, until his legs touch the edge of the bed. You sweep your foot against his, making him lose his balance as you aggressively push him over. His hat tumbles to the floor as his hands thread behind his head to watch you. 
You step back and begin to untie the strings of your dress. You accentuate your movements as the ties become undone and you pull the fabric from your shoulders. You shake your hips a little with a dance as the rest of the dress falls from your supple hips to gather on the floor. Unable to look away from your little show, Arthur draws his hand over his mouth in anticipation. He is literally salivating at the idea of you. 
Within moments you are bare as the day you were born and on display for him to take in the view. You pull at the pins holding your hair up and the thick waves tumble down around your graceful shoulders, the tips of the curls dancing across the smooth skin of your breasts. Arthur’s whole body actually shudders, making you smile at the control you have right now. 
You stealthily climb over him like a cat stalking its prey, leaving kisses along his abdomen as you crawl along his muscled body. When he runs the back of his knuckles across your cheek, you take a hold of his hand, pausing briefly to assess the damage before placing your delicate lips to the cuts and bruises. You look into his eyes, beholding him with such love and affection. 
“Now that you’ve seen what I really am, do you think you'll still keep lovin’ me?” Arthur asks. His question is said both in jest and in earnest. 
“I’ve always known what you are, Arthur. I just didn’t realize that you were this beautiful.”
Tears would flood his eyes if he had the time to process what you’ve said. But you quickly pounce before his mind can spiral on you as you place one more heated and deep kiss on his mouth, your teeth pulling on his lips, before you backtrack to hover over his pelvis. He is rock-hard at this point, clearly visible under the denim of his jeans. You fish your hand under the fabric to pull out his large and swollen cock. Caressing it in your hand, you give a few quick pumps before your hot mouth envelops him. 
Arthur’s eyes never leave you, raptly watching as you work. The sight of you handling him, of your mouth bobbing around his cock, is the most amazing thing to witness. His mouth falls open and his eyes roll back at the sweet pressure of your lips on his most delicate area, a euphoric mixture of pleasure and pain. Arthur flops back onto the bed, arms wobbly and unable to hold himself up anymore. His large hand comes up to grab a fistful of your soft hair, his palm working open and closed in an effort to pace himself. 
You hum as your mouth bobs up and down his shaft and the gentle vibration travels through his skin like electricity, causing him to hiss and groan. Giving Arthur a taste of his own medicine, you pull along his cock faster, tightening the muscles of your mouth to squeeze a bit more, making him harder than ever. Your hand then reaches down to cup his testicles, rolling them gently amongst your soft fingers. Arthur’s breathing becomes increasingly sporadic as his mind is pushed to the limit and about to explode. 
When you get to the point where you just can’t prolong your own release any longer, you pull his cock from your mouth with one last lick to the underside of his tip. You walk yourself up on your knees until your hips line up with his. With a wanton little whimper, you lower down onto him, his thick cock filling you to the point where he hits the back wall of your cunt. Your chin dips to your chest as your breath gets sucked in at the ever-tight fit. Likewise, Arthur lets out a hissing groan as his hands shoot upward to grip your thighs tightly.
You pause a moment to collect yourself and then slowly lift your lashes to meet his heated gaze. The outlaw sees his own lustful expression staring back at him in your shimmering eyes and his heart skips a beat because of it. A slow hiss from the back of your throat falls from your shaking lips as you take a moment to try to form coherent words.
Finally, you are able to focus long enough to string together only one thought out loud, which comes out in a husky whisper:  
“I am going to ride you like a stolen horse, cowboy.”
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titsuya · 3 years
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# MIYA ATSUMU & [some of] HIS KINKS <3
+++ visuals <3
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warning: NSFW VISUAL LINKS ! (twt p*rn lol) MINORS DNI 18+ — um i’m not going to spoil it, but degradation and daddy kink are both heavily used + shitty writing <3
sar’s note: hi omg this was so fun to write! i want to do more of these maybe if you guys like them :) (& if they’re requested 😏/hj) as always, likes n reblogs are very much appreciated<3
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daddy kink
the first time you uttered the word, atsumu’s eyes went wide, stilling balls deep inside you. “what’d ya say?” he’d ask in a whisper, not trusting his voice. you writhed realizing the name that’d slipped from your mouth. you keep quiet, mortified at the fact that he’d even heard you, pressing your face into the tear soaked pillow and push your hips back to get him to keep going. he grabs you by the hair, pulling you up to wrap his hand around your throat and pressing his wet lips against your ear, “i ain’t fuckin’ ya till ya tell me whatcha said, bitch,” he grits. you squeeze your eyes shut, knitting your eyebrows all at the new angle.
“daddy…” you whimper, prettily. too pretty for atsumu’s liking. his hands push you into the bed, and grip onto your waist nearly bruising your already sensitive skin. he finally moves giving you harsh thrusts, squeezing at your flesh. you just can’t get enough, “harder! harder, daddy! mmm, shit,” you moan loudly as he grunts above you.
“that’s it, fuckin’ take it, slut. take daddy’s cock.”
exhibitionism
atsumu smirks, his finger are soaked with your arousal as he fucks them in and out of you. it’s been 30 minutes. you’re on the verge of tears trying to converse with your brother-in-law, already overstimmed because he just wouldn’t let you cum. once osamu goes to the bathroom, you turn to him, a crocodile tear rolling down your pretty little face and he coos, “aww, c’mon baby, just havin’ a lil bit of fun!” he plunges his fingers all the way inside, curling them to hit the spot he knows so well.
you place your hand over his trying to stop him but it doesn’t work, “tsum! fuck, tsumu, ‘m gonna cum, fuck, please!” you plead, softly in hopes of not letting anyone hear you.
“c’mon, baby… cum. let everyone here know who’s makin’ ya feel this good,” he whispers in your ear before feeling you gush and hearing you rip out a loud moan. he smiles and presses a kiss to your red hot cheek. “that’s ma good fuckin’ girl.”
impact play w/ love <3
“daddy!” you squeal as atsumu’s heavy hand lands on your ass, probably leaving a hand mark. he chuckles, darkly, watching the way you twitch and shake waiting for the next slap to come. he thinks your so fucking hot just waiting to get your ass slapped by him and seeing the way his hand is imprinted into your flushed skin. he slaps it again and again and again loving the way your ass jiggles and hearing the way you let out a giggly moan.
he presses a kiss to the bright red flesh, smiling before spanking you again and eyeing your jolting body, “fuckin’ love ya, princess.” he mutters, squeezing the fat.
dacryphilia
he’s watching as the tears slip down your face as he’s overstimming you— again. he thinks you look so perfect like this— laid out underneath him with salty tears and hiccuping and pleading for him to let you cum. his cock aches hard in his pants just wanting to fuck your cute lil body senseless. hearing that beg, “daddy! please, stop!” you don’t mean it. the way you’re clamping down on his fingers, there’s no way you mean it. he stops anyways just to make sure, and the shocked wail you let out was just enough to make him almost cum in his pants.
“shhh, baby, fuck,” he groans, putting his fingers back into your sopping pussy while staring into your teary eyes. he leans in, pecking your lips before whispering against them, “cry fer ma cock, my pretty fuckin’ crybaby,”
manhandling & degradation
“stupid. fucking. whore.” he says, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. you had made him so jealous all because you were needy and now he has you bent over a bathroom sink, arm in his hand with a bruising grip on it. “yeah, i bet suna could fill ya up like this, hmm? bet he can fuck yer slutty cunt like this?” he pants, spanking your ass, alternating between cheeks. you nearly scream, your free hand grasping onto the sink.
“n-n-no! no! i only— hah! hah! fuck!,” you sob out, trying to get your words out but his cock keeps bumping your cervix. “w-wan’ you! only y-you!”
he scoffs, loudly spanking your ass and listening to the way you squeal. “yer so fuckin’ pathetic,” he chuckles, condescendingly. “cryin’ all over ma cock like a fuckin’ slut,” he speeds up, his cock now bruising your cervix with how fast he’s going. “good thing yer just a pretty lil cocksleeve to use whenever.”
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Take Care of Everything
This is my first ever fic for a writing challenge omg I’m so excited! Huge congratulations to @balenciagabucky for hitting 3K followers!! That’s such a huge milestone and thank you for organising such a fun challenge! So excited to read the rest of the submissions 💗 @dulceslibrary
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Pairing: Personal Assistant! Bucky Barnes x Lawyer! Reader
Word Count: 3.5k maybe?
Summary: There’s only one thing in your life that your PA doesn’t take care of
Warnings: Smut, praise kink, pet names, protected sex (go me for writing something safe sex for a change), court mention, lil fluff, mile high club
Minors, do not interact.
“Un-fucking-believable.” You couldn’t stop the roaring boil of the blood in your veins, storming out of the court room with your long black gown billowing behind you. Being one of the top barristers in the country brought it’s fair share of high profile cases but this one had got on every last nerve in your body and you were out of patience.
The case itself wasn’t the problem. The issues were straightforward enough and applying law to fact, at the most basic level, your client had done nothing wrong. It should have been essentially cut and dry. The problem was the opposing council and the lack of intervention from the judge.
The prosecution had torn your witness to shreds. You had tried to warn the poor woman beforehand, as you did with every client, but on the stand, she had just crumbled under such an intense and downright ignorant line of questioning.
It shouldn’t have even been allowed in the first place. The judge should have stepped in and clipped the opposing council’s wings but the damage was already done and now you would have to pick the pieces up when court resumed on Monday.
“How did it go?” Your personal assistant must have been leaning outside the courtroom door for who knows how long, his suit somehow as neat and pristine as always, despite the fact it was the end of the day.
“Fucking dreadful, Terry was an asshole to Andrea and she lost it. Should’ve known he’d pull shit like that, he’s always a cunt on Friday evenings.” You practically spat the words out, heels clicking on the floor as you made your way down the marble hall to collect your things and begin to put an end to this miserable week.
Part of you almost wanted to laugh at how Bucky had developed the skill of being able to keep up with your pace without even having to look up from his blackberry. That only came from years of practice.
“Terry loves playing with fire. Fuck him. If anyone can put him in his place on Monday, it’s you.” Bucky still hadn’t taken a second to pull his nose up from his phone, his steps landing in perfect time with yours until you reached the chamber at the end of the hall, throwing the heavy wooden door open in front of you. Bucky filtered in behind you of course, closing the door behind him before slipping his phone neatly into his pocket.
“Thought your doctor warned you about your blood pressure? You gotta calm down.” Bucky’s face showed he was genuinely concerned, his eyebrows knitted together in disdain but there was nothing new there. He had worked for you for years now and truth be told, he was damn good at his job, not to mention the fact he was the closest thing to a friend your busy schedule allowed you to have.
“I’ll calm down when I’m dead. We need to get to the airport if we’re going to make that flight for the convention.” You pulled your wig off, setting it neatly into the little wooden closet before removing your gown, hanging it up alongside the other worn ones from earlier in the week so they could all be dry cleaned and back in the closet for Monday.
“It’s a private jet honey, it can’t leave without you.” Bucky laughed softly, knowing you were worked up and hoping a little joke would ease the tension.
You had to admit, you were so thankful for Bucky. He was devoting the prime of his life to making sure you had everything you needed, your life only felt so seamless because Bucky made it that way. He didn’t just manage your calendar and fetch you coffee like any other PA, he lived and breathed you. He went everywhere with you, crashing in your spare room at least three nights a week because you had both worked yourselves to exhaustion. He never missed anything. He had a solution for every problem, nothing was too big for him to tackle and given the chance, you two could absolutely take over the world one day. You confided in him, and he in you, getting to know every tiny detail of his life in the past few years, right down to that fact that neither of you had seen your family or been on a date in months. Hell, he’d went as far as buying you a packet of batteries one Monday after a particularly long and stressful court hearing.
“Here, got you these.” He had smiled mischievously as he handed them over to you, chuckling a little at your confused expression. “For your vibrator. Looks like it’s gonna be a long week.” You took them gratefully, joking with him that you really would need them, tucking them into your handbag and damn were they appreciated. The following morning he had asked how you had got on and you could only laugh. You didn’t tell him how thoughts of him had come into your head right as you had gotten close. Similarly, you didn’t tell him how painfully intense your orgasm had been when you imagined him on the bed with you, watching you come apart against the plastic toy. You could just picture his hungry gaze, watching how your body gushed as you released, nipples pebbled from arousal and your lips parted, a single whimper of his name escaping you as you rode out your high.
No, that was a little secret you would keep to yourself. He didn’t need to know your dirtiest fantasies. He was an employee. An employee that often arrived at your bedroom door shirtless and smirking, holding a stack of freshly made pancakes on the mornings he stayed over at yours but an employee nonetheless.
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The cab ride to the airport would have been silent if it hadn’t been for the gentle tapping of your thumbs and Bucky’s racing over your respective phone screens. You had at least two dozen emails left to reply to and your eyelids were beginning to get heavy, the body heat radiating from Bucky in the cab’s back seat making you drowsy. You took a second, squeezing your eyes shut to force away the tiredness before going back to typing relentlessly.
The trip to the airport was short, Bucky had competed the preflight checkin so you essentially stepped straight onto the plane, taking a seat by the window, with Bucky taking the one opposite you. Takeoff was smooth as always, your phones picked back up as soon as it was safe to do so. But with the glowing screen came a fresh wave of drowsiness, your eyelids threatening to close of their own accord.
“Shit, Buck did you pack my -“
“Glasses? Left side of your bag, under the tissues.” Bucky finished your sentence for you, not looking up from his phone.
“And my -“
“Eye drops? In your makeup bag.” There it was again. What surprised you most was that Bucky didn’t even need to see you to work out exactly what was wrong.
“Do you really just take care of everything?” You huffed out a little laugh, digging through your bag, finding both your glasses and eye drops exactly where he told you they would be.
“Everything but you.” He chuckled, finally setting his phone down.
“What do you mean ‘everything but me’? All you ever do is take care of me. You organise my shopping and dry cleaning for god’s sake.” The whole notion of Bucky doing anything but taking care of you was just insane because you sure as hell didn’t have time to do any of those things for yourself. That’s what you hired him for after all.
“I didn’t mean like that. I meant like really take care of you. You’re so damn up tight.” You knew by the little chuckle that accompanied his words that he meant it affectionately but it still made you slightly defensive.
“I’m not up tight.” You protested. Normally you would’ve let harmless comments like that slide but the combination of your shitty day and the fact you were so sleepy made it impossible to not seek out conflict. This was the life you were used to after all. A life of treating almost everyone you came across adversarially. It was second nature to you at this point, inside and outside the courtroom.
“Come on, you seem to forget I am your calendar. You think I don’t know you haven’t gotten any in months? You should get laid, that’s all I’m sayin’. Wouldn’t kill you to have an orgasm every once in a while.” The words roll off his tongue like it’s nothing and truth be told, if you were in better form, this would have been a perfectly normal conversation between the two of you. Neither of you were particularly shy when it came to talking about your hookups.
You hated how right he was. You hated that you hadn’t been touched in months and Bucky knew that. You hated that most days, you were too exhausted to bother tending to your own needs. And you hated the warmth spreading through your body at the thought of Bucky finally taking care of you.
“Don’t know Buck, an orgasm might actually kill me with my high blood pressure.” You needed this conversation to turn more light hearted and you needed it fast, before your head became so clouded with need that Bucky picked up on it.
“I mean, I handle everything else for you. Wouldn’t even mind if that became part of my remit.” You almost couldn’t believe how carefree and nonchalant this whole conversation seemed, Bucky hoping you missed how he cock twitched in his trousers. Of course you didn’t. You missed nothing.
“If what became part of your remit?” You quizzed firmly, trying not to give anything away but knowing your eyes had gone big and doe-like, entirely of their own accord. This was a dream come true.
“You. Actually taking care of you. However you need.” His stare was intense, watching you keenly to determine whether he had horrendously overstepped and was about to get fired.
“Why would you even want to?” Your voice carried every single ounce of confusion you were feeling, staring Bucky down with an intensity that mirrored his own in that moment.
“You’re far too smart to act dumb.” He replied softly, knowing it was all or nothing now. If he was getting fired, he might as well be honest. His head tilted downwards, drawing your attention to the bulge growing in his suit trousers. Years worth of need and longing bubbling over all at once.
“If you want this, tell me. If not, that’s fine. But it doesn’t need to be anything romantic. Can be just sex. Whatever you want.” He was doing his very best to stay calm, his brain finally catching up with his mouth and considering that he was now in way too deep to just apologise and about to get his ass handed to him at thousands of feet in the air by one of the best legal minds in the world.
You’d never wanted anything more in your life. It was almost like Bucky was dangling himself in front of you. A piece of meat before a lion that could be snatched away at any second. You weren’t going to give him the chance, professionalism be damned. You were out of your seat and onto his lap in a flash, your pencil skirt hiked up to allow you to bracket his legs in your own.
“Are you sure about this?” Your quizzed softly, giving him one last chance to back out before you lost all self control.
“Do I feel like I’m not sure?” His voice was almost a choked whisper, his hands landing on your hips to press you down against his stiff cock.
You’d never seen him like this before. Horny and needy and losing himself in the feeling of you on top of him after years of fantasies. He had tried to curb the fantasies but his body didn’t allow him to. You were all he could think of on those lonely nights, a hand wrapped around his cock, groans and whimpers escaping until he came over his hand, a cry of your name pulled from his lips. He thought you would never know. And now here he was, the woman of his dreams perched in his lap, asking to be taken care of. Even the filthiest parts of his brain couldn’t have come up with this.
He could never have dreamt how you moved forward so tentatively, your lips hardly even touching his. He was used to seeing you confident, in control, the calmest person under pressure and yet here you were, unsure of yourself for the first time, he imagined, in your life. You both kept your eyes open for a little while, your lips sliding together gently, getting a feel for one another, up until your teeth sank into the plush skin of his bottom lip and an actual groan left him, his eyelids fluttering shut. The sound could’ve made you quiver with need. It was so alarmingly sexy, knowing your huge, sexy PA could be taken apart with the smallest touches. Suddenly, this seemed to be as much, if not more, for Bucky’s benefit than your own.
“Thought this was for me, hm?” Somehow your condescending court voice was pushing him over the edge. You felt one of his hands come up, tangling in your hair while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling your core flush with his clothed cock. He kissed you with a burning intensity that made your head swim and your pussy throb, loving how he was taking control but still hurtling further into a breathless, needy state.
“You’ve no idea how long I’ve thought about this. Didn’t think we’d be joining the mile high club.” He huffed out a little light laugh, using his grip on your waist to help you roll your hips over his growing erection.
“Couldn’t have been thinking about this for as long as I have.” You smiled softly, letting out a little gasp as his cock nudged you just right through your panties that you were sure had been soaked through already. His eyes went wide at your admission, his dick twitching deliciously underneath you.
“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” He whispered, making you laugh at how eager he was.
“I won’t be able to wait until we’re off this plane Bucky. You gonna fuck me right here?” You teased him softly, your faces so close, your tiny hands running down his pristine shirt, toying with the buttons. When you began to graze his chest gently with your nails, it was like a switch flipped inside Bucky. He thrust up against you with a growl loving the yelp you let out, one hand now squeezing your ass, the other massaging your breasts through your blouse.
“Gonna fuck all the stress out of you. Gonna have you leavin’ this plane leakin’ and cockdrunk.” Somehow you didn’t even doubt his words and you had to admit, it did sound quite appealing to give up the control for a while, just letting Bucky take over.
“Gimme all you’ve got Barnes. Gotta make it worth my while or this is gonna be the last time you get the chance.” You couldn’t help but tease him before instantly realising that might have been a mistake, his lips burning hot as they worked against your own, needy, insistent and as always, eager to please.
His mouth was relentless to the point that you found yourself practically dry humping his cock, your hands laced in his hair while his untucked your blouse from your skirt, greedily holding onto any skin he could reach. He tasted of peppermint and coffee, smelt like the expensive aftershave you were so fond of and felt like a man who’s only purpose in life was to make you cum until it hurt.
“Need you. ‘Nside me. Now.” You managed somehow to pant the words out between the fervent slide of his lips over yours, his tongue dipping in to taste you, never wanting this to end.
The feeling of your much smaller hands landing on his belt buckle made him look down but he could’ve cum then and there at the sight that met him. The front of his suit pants were slick with your mess, proof that he wasn’t just dreaming and you really were needing this just as badly as he was.
“You’re so fuckin’ ready for it aren’t you? Look at the mess you’ve made. Why didn’t we do this years ago?” He was groaning, shifting in his seat to help you get his trousers and boxers down. You couldn’t help how you gasped a little at the sheer size of him, his cock thick and long, the head slick with precum, proud veins running up his shaft. He looked Godly. Two firm pumps was all it took to have his head thrown back against the plush leather seat, cursing and bucking against your hand, aching for more.
“I’m sorry Buck, I can’t wait any longer.” You panted, his lips attached to your neck now, kissing, licking and sucking all his frustration into your skin. If there was a time for foreplay, that wasn’t it. Neither of you had the patience right now.
“Thank God, needa feel this pretty pussy.” He all but whispered as you lined him up at your soaking entrance.
“Shit Bucky, you got a condom?” You asked anxiously, stilling yourself at the last second.
“My bag, zip compartment at the front.” He replied quietly and sure enough, that’s exactly where you found a packet. Tearing the wrapper off, you slid it down his length earning another groan from the huge man who was practically shaking beneath you.
“You think of everything.” You giggled, finally beginning to slowly sink yourself down onto him. Your laugh quickly turned into a breathy moan, your breath mingling with Bucky’s and you noticed how he made a very similar noise. You pressed yourself down slowly, your body having to adjust to the stretch.
“So tight, fuck. Shit, never felt a tighter pussy in my life.” He whispered when you were finally seated on top of him. He pulled your skirt out of the way to appreciate just how connected your bodies were in that moment. His cock just seemed to fit perfectly, so snug you could’ve cried as you began to slowly work your hips against his.
“Oh my god Bucky you’re huge.” You should’ve been embarrassed by how high and needy your whine came out but right then and there, you didn’t care.
“It’s all yours sweetheart. Gonna fuck you so good you never need another cock again. Gonna ruin anyone else for you - fuck.” Under normal circumstances you would’ve chastised him for being so overconfident but feeling how his cock nudged your sweet spot perfectly, you thought he might actually be right.
“Gotta fuck you angel, can’t just sit here anymore, ‘s driving me crazy.” He just couldn’t keep himself still any longer, lust burning behind his eyes in a way you had never seen in him before. You lifted yourself up slowly, feeling his length slipping from you, your walls fighting to pull him deeper until you sank back down, taking the whole length at once. The strangled cry that left Bucky was incredible. You repeated your gentle rise and fall, setting a decent pace. Every sharp fall of your hips tore a needy gasp from both of you, the sweetest spot inside you throbbing from the almost constant onslaught. It was everything you craved. Bucky was grasping at every curve of your body, lost in the feeling of your soft skin and the grip of your silky walls and the smell of your shampoo as you rode him, building speed as your pleasure built in your lower belly. The wet sounds escaping where your bodies were joined was nothing short of obscene, only fuelling Bucky to meet each of your thrusts with his own.
“Oh my god, I -oh oh- I can’t, can’t take it Bucky please.” You groaned, manicured fingernails digging into his chest.
“I got you honey. ‘s okay. Gonna take such good care of you when we get to the hotel. Just want you to cum once for me now, okay? Take the edge off. You feel so good wrapped round me. You know what else I can feel? Your pretty pussy is leakin’. Feel you drippin’ down over my balls. Never felt anything so hot in my ‘ntire life.” His fingers fell to your clit, rubbing neatly as if he had been trained to do nothing else. You were on cloud nine, your high so close but not quite there yet.
“Bucky, gonna cum. Oh fuck!” You whined, your orgasm hitting you like a train. You came with a loud cry, eyes squeezed shut, rocking against him more than fucking so his cock stayed buried inside you.
“Shit, how did you get even fuckin’ tighter. ‘M so close.” He whispered against your neck, broken and needy. Your high had all but subsided, aftershocks still pleasantly coursing through you as you went back to letting your hips rise and fall so Bucky could finish. It only took four more well timed thrusts before he was cumming with a shout, pulling you flush against him as his balls emptied into the condom.
You were both spent and sweaty but more satisfied than you could remember being in months, your chest pressed to his as you both came down, craving a little extra affection. Bucky held you for a good few minutes until you felt his cock softening, knowing he really should get cleaned up. You let him slip from you, pulling your skirt down to take your original seat across from him again.
“Gimme a second.” He whispered, kissing your forehead before making his way to the little bathroom, returning a few minutes later looking just as put together as ever, apart from his telltale grin.
“Jesus, we should do that more often.” You smiled quietly when he returned, letting him settle in the chair beside you this time, the dividing arm rest pushed out of the way so you could cuddle as much as possible given the limited space.
“I can’t stop now honey. That pussy is addictive.” He smiled, happy to see you leaning so comfortably up against him but even happier when he heard your soft little snores.
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YO WHAT IF THE ENTIRE DSMP WENT YANDERE OVER YOU (the minors being platonic) LIKE THE DERAMA
AND THEN XD GETS INVOLVED AT SOME POINT SO THE ENTIRE SERVER GETS TOGETHER AND KILLS GOD
Awesamdude/Sam
* Sam is your close friend. He had become a yandere for you when he realized how dangerous the people around you were. He is the law. So, who else but he could be best at protecting you? Besides, you love him too, right? I mean.. Why wouldn't you? * The person that he would team up with to win your heart is, of course, is quackity. The closest person that he has right now, is probably Quackity, and he's the only person that he can trust.
The_Eret/Eret
* Eret is a very protective man and he has been looking over you since the day he had met you even if you don't know that. He doesn't need you to appreciate what he does for you, all he wants is for you to be happy and not choose to date someone else. * Eret would choose to share with Fundy. He believes that Fundy is a good boy and that if he would need to give you up for someone, then he would want that someone to be Fundy.
ItsFundy/Fundy
* Fundy is one of the people that dependents on you. You are one of the rare people that he talks with while being away from people and that helped him get attached to you. He doesn't want to lose you and he will do absolutely everything to avoid that ever happening. * He would be more than happy to share you with Quackity, seeing as he is the only person besides you that welcomed him somewhere with open arms and even gave him a new home.
GeorgeNotFound/George
* George and you always had a love and hate relationship. Ever since he had temporarily taken the throne, you were not sure how to feel about him, but he? Oh, he loved you, that's for sure. It was just very one-sided. * The person that he would be willing to share you with is probably Sapnap. The two have been good friends for a long time and they even have a country together, that's why he would trust Sapnap with helping him with you.
Ghostbur/Bur
* Ghostbur always found you to be comfortable to be around. I mean, you were one of the very few people that actually took him seriously and he loved it. He was a person of his own and you made him feel like that. That's why he loved you! * Someone that Ghostbur wouldn't mind sharing you with would probably be Technoblade. I mean, he was nice to him when he was lost, so why not trust him? Besides! Technoblade was a very nice man and he could treat you nicely.
JShlatt/Shlatt
* Jschlatt decided to take you under his wing because he saw himself in you. You might hate to admit it, but you were very similar to him. Because of that, he wants to keep you to himself. I mean, he must bring out your potential. * Someone that Jschlatt wouldn't mind sharing you with would be Connor. The two have been business partners before, so he knows that Connor is trustable and that if needed, he can leave you with the man for a little bit and you will be fine.
Ghost!JShlatt/Glatt
* Glatt met you when you accidentally came across his workout gym/cave, and ever since then, he had felt comfort and happiness whenever you would visit or a thought about you would cross his mind. He doesn't remember the time when he was alive, but he thinks that maybe this feeling is tied to him maybe knowing you before he died? * Glatt would probably share you with Quackity, even if the man would probably take you away for himself. I mean, Quackity was connected to him before he died and is the guy who is going to revive him, so he has to put some trust in the man.
KarlJacobs/Karl
* Karl trusts you more than anything else. I mean, you are so sweet and kind and gentle with him! Yes, you can be a little manipulative at times and you have anger issues, but those are issues he will never knowledge! You are perfect and the best comfort in these trying times, seeing as his relationship with one of his fiances is pretty rough and you are there for him. * Karl would probably share you with Sapnap, and Quackity if he makes up with the man. He loves his fiances and he knows that his fiances love you too, that's why he wants to involve you in their poly relationship. He just needs to make sure Quackity and he are okay.
ConnorEatsPants/Connor
* Connor met you at the casino and ever since then, he couldn't forget you. You've been running in his mind, and he doesn't know what is wrong with him. He still hasn't realized that he is in love with you, all he knows is that he is going to come back and gamble more. How else is he going to see you again? * Connor would probably be more than happy to share you with Slimecicle. I mean, the two are friends and the guy seems pretty nice, so why wouldn't he trust him with you? Besides, he is always so close to you!
Dream/Clay
* Since the moment that he had seen you, he thought of you as a toy, but his thoughts changed after you started to visit him in prison after Quackity. Unlike the man, you would treat him and make sure that he survived after Quackity was done. That makes Dream fall for you. You were... You cared for him, so you clearly. Clearly wanted him! And... He will have you. Whether you want that or not. * Dream wouldn't want to share you with anyone. I mean, why would he? He learned that he can not trust anyone. Besides, sharing would mean that he would have less time with you and he doesn't want that.
BadBoyHalo/Bad
* BadBoyHalo would have fallen for you before the egg had gotten to him. Ever since the egg pulled him into its clutches, his feelings twisted into an obsession, when before, it was pure love. Now, he wants you to be his royalty, and he will not stop at anything to achieve that. * BadBoyHalo would be more than happy to share you with Skeppy and the Egg. Why wouldn't he want to share you with the two most important people for him? But nobody else. You were his.
Mexican Dream/Carlos
* Carlos fell for you when you helped him escape from Dream while in the nether. You were so sweet and charming, that he simply couldn't control himself anymore. He was a passionate man and passion completely took him over. He wants you and he won't give up until he gets your heart. * Carlos would be more than happy to share you with Mamacita. I mean, why wouldn't he? Mamacita was his darling and you were his darling. He would want his darlings to get along, maybe even share the same passion with one another.
Ghost!Mexican Dream/Garlos
* Garlos would fall for you the moment that he would see you at where El Rapids was. The way you looked so interested yet saddened, it made him understand that you hold the same passion as him, and he was happy to meet someone like you. He wished to be able to have you near him for a second longer. * Garlos has absolutely nobody, that's why he wouldn't share you with anyone. He wants the two of you to drown each other's loneliness in one another, and become better for one another.
Philza/Phil
* Philza fell for you the moment that you saved Technoblade once. You helped both Technoblade and Philza, causing the man to get more interested in you. Ever since he had started to look into you more, he had fallen for you even more. God, you are.. Perfect, to say the least. * Philza would more than happily share you with Technoblade. The two are close, and he knows that Technoblade likes you too, so he knows that if the two shared you, they would not only be able to protect you better, but they wouldn't ruin each other's relationship over you too.
Ponk
* Ponk isn't completely sure why he fell for you. Maybe it was that random act of kindness? or maybe the time you stood up for him? Stars, he really just doesn't know. But he knows one thing. And that you haven't left his mind just yet. He... Needs to have you. * Ponk wouldn't want to share you with anyone. He knows that it's dangerous to keep you all to himself, but he knows that if he shares you with someone else, his jealousy won't be able to handle that.
Punz
* Punz fell for you when you fought him and won against him and his group. He wasn't sure how you had managed to do that, but you proved yourself to him and he knew that you were someone worthy of his attention. And everything else is history. All you need to know is that he can't live without you right now. He needs you and not having you near is driving him insane. * Punz wouldn't want to share you with anyone. Again, why would he share you with someone? You were too good to be used as an item. You were precious and he wanted you to belong to him and him only.
Quackity/Alex
* Quackity met you long before everything. The two had been friends since day one and you two stuck together no matter what. Even when everyone else would leave him, you were there for him. How could he not love you? His love for you was more than what romance could describe. You were his world. Without you, he would have never understood his true potential. And he is thankful to you for that. * Quackity is pretty reluctant to share you, but he would probably feel comfortable sharing you with Charlie. He is pretty harmless and he is his best friend, that's why he truly believes that if he has to share you with someone, then it should be Charlie.
Sapnap/Nick
* Sapnap had always liked you, but his like for you was always platonic. His obsession started to grow the moment that he noticed that you were always near Quackity. He was. Well. Jealous. Why were you always with his fiance? And that obsession of hate slowly changed into a more romantic one, agreeing with Karl to wanting to pull you into the poly relationship. That way, he won't need to be jealous anymore! * Sapnap would be more than happy to share you with his fiances but nobody else. He is quite possessive, and he doesn't want someone that belongs to him to be touched by someone else.
Skeppy
* Skeppy always found you to be controlling and manipulative. He wasn't sure how nobody has seen that before, but slowly, you had gotten to him too. I mean, love and hate are so similar. It takes little to nothing to make someone mistake hate for love. Though, are you ready to handle what he is about to dish out? * Skeppy would be very happy to share you with BadBoyHalo. The two are very close and they share absolutely everything! why not share a lover too, then?
Technoblade/Techno
* Technoblade always found you fascinating. He had met you through Jchlatt and ever since then, he wasn't sure why, but he couldn't take his eyes away from you. No matter what your actions were, he wanted to be near you. Sadly, because of quackity, you wanted nothing to do with him. * Technoblade wouldn't mind sharing you with Philza. That's not really that weird, seeing as the two of them are quite close and they will always be. If he needs to put you in someone's arms, he wants it to be Philza's.
Wilbur Soot/Will
* Wilbur fell for you at first sight. You were so beautiful. You were so perfect. You were everything that he had dreamed about. That's why he didn't want to let you go. Ever. You were his and he was going to make sure that you understand that. * Wilbur would share you with Tommy. The kid is nice and he knows that he can trust the other to keep an eye on you. Besides, the kid enjoys being around you and sees you as an older sibling, so he doesn't need to worry about anyone stealing you away.
Ranboo
* Ranboo always felt a familiar feeling to you. You were like a god to him and he wanted people to see how great you were. Sadly, not many people did see you like that. And that was driving Ranboo insane. But no worries.. He won't give up until you are recognized as a god. * He wants to share you with Tubbo. Who else could understand how great you are than his husband? Tubbo is attached to you too, that's why he knows that Tubbo will get why Ranboo sees you as a god and will join his cause.
Tommyinnit/Tommy
* Tommy had felt comfort towards you since the moment that you first showed care towards him. You were strict, but also you were loving and always made sure that he was taken well care of. You were like an older sibling that he never had and he couldn't let any of the other pieces of shit, have you. Nobody deserved you. * Tommy would want to share you with Tubbo and Wilbur. He knows that Wilbur loves you and that Tubbo cares about you and understands Tommy's feelings. If there are anybody that would understand how to protect you, it's those two people and him.
Tubbo/Toby
* Tubbo had always seen you as a parent. When he was the president, you were like a guiding hand alongside Quackity. You taught him how to lead a country and taught him that war and violence was the only true way to get something in life. He was grateful to you for that. That's why he wants you to never leave his life. He needs you to teach him more. * Tubbo would be more than happy to share you with Tommy and Ranboo. Ranboo is a little bit too obsessed with you and Tommy a little bit too dependent on you, but those two are his closest people, so he wants to share your love with them too.
DreamXD
* DreamXD had always seen you as competition. Not because you were as strong as him, but because the love you garnered from people might really bring him a lot of trouble, but he loves that. You always interested him and he wants to see if you will one day take his place or not. Or maybe, you might even join his side.. He wouldn't mind. * Nobody really enjoys having DreamXD near them, that's why he wouldn't share you with anyone else. Not like he really would want to. He enjoys having you all to himself more.
Foolish Gamers/Foolish
* Foolish fell for you the moment that he was enlightened by you. You and Quackity allowed him to die, but after you explained why, it was like he understood. You allowed him to die to be reborn and understand that his life was boring and meaningless... He liked that, but well, he wanted you to be part of his life now, and the only way to do that is by joining Las Nevadas. * Foolish would happily share you with his 'father' Puffy. The two are very close, and he knows that his father loves you very much, just like him.
JackManifoldTV/Jack
* Jack and you barely knew each other, but he remembered you from long ago, and knew that you were nice. Or at least, that's what he heard from other people. He developed his obsession with you because of everyone else obsessing over you. I mean, if you were so desired, there was a reason for that, right? * Jack wouldn't really know who to share you with, but he knew that if anyone would be willing to accept him in the relationship they have with you, he would be very happy to accept that sort of invite.
Purpled/Purple
* Purpled always seen you as a parental figure, that's why he finds it annoying how everyone is trying to steal you away from him. Sadly, even Las Nevadas is about to do that. He doesn't want to join Quackity, but he will be damned if he allows you to be controlled by that man without Purpled being able to help you out. * Purpled is a loner and doesn't want to give you up to anyone else. You are his parent and he will make sure that the two of you are always together, until the day both of you die.
Slimecicle/Charlie
* Charlie met you on the day he had met Quackity. He wasn't sure why, but he really likes you and Quackity, because of that, he wants to always be around the two of you. Slimecicle really does like you and Quackity, both of you! You are the people who are teaching him about the human world. Of course he loves you two. * Charlie is more than happy to share you with any of his friends! But mostly Quackity and Connor! But Quackity more. But Connor too. All he knows is that he wants you to teach others about how to live too!
The Egg/Crimson
* Crimson thinks that you would be a wonderful addition to its empire. I mean, you are strong and because of your control, you would be able to pull a lot of people to its side. It needs you and you know that, that's why you want to destroy it. But it won't allow you. * Crimson would be more than happy to share you with anyone who is part of the eggpire, but anyone else? It will never give you up to them and you need to understand that.
Captain Puffy/Puffy
* Puffy met you through Nihachu. Ever since then, the woman has been quite interested in you, just like Nihachu. Sometimes, Puffy wondered if you wanted to do the same as your friend Quackity did and get engaged to Puffy and Nihachu. But she needs to get close to you before she can offer that. * Puffy would love to share you with Nihachu. She and Nihachu are together, because of that, why wouldn't she want to do that? Of course, the two are having some issues now, but that doesn't matter.
Girl Dream/Mamacita
* Mamacita had fallen in love you the moment that Carlos introduced the two of you. Of course, she still loved Carlos too. That's why she wanted to have both of you, and she knew that you probably didn't mind that too much. I mean, why would you keep attracting so many people to you if you minded? * Mamacita would share you more than happy with Carlos. She doesn't want to leave any of you behind, so she will make sure to share you with her current boyfriend.
Nihachu/Nikki
* Nihachu and you were on enemy lines for a long time. You two were against one another, but that rivality had made Nihachy fall for you. She was never sure why, but she understood one thing, and that was that she needed you and that she was going to make sure she gets you. * Nihachu would more than happily share you with Wilbur and Captain Puffy. Things with Puffy are a little bit rough, same with Wilbur, but those two are the people that she knows she can trust the most.
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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
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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.
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Romance Manhwa/Manga Recommendations:
Historical Manhwa/Manga:
Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess
I’ve reincarnated as the reverse harem game’s villainess, the one and only adopted daughter of the ducal Eckart family.
But the difficulty just has to be the worst!
Everything I do will only lead me to death.
I must be paired with one of the main male characters from the heroine’s harem before the ‘real daughter’ of the duke family appears!
Two older brothers who always pick a fight with me on every little thing.
The insane crown prince whose route will always lead to my death.
‘I only see the heroine and no one else’s wizard, and also her loyal slave knight, too!
‘First, let’s take some of them which I see no hope in, out of the list!’
“I didn’t know my place up until now. From now on, I’ll live as quiet as a mouse so you wouldn’t care the slightest bit!
But why do their interests in me keep on rising every time I draw the line?!
The Villainess is a Marionette
Cayena, the Imperial Princess, was known as the most beautiful woman in the Empire. She was a woman who knew nothing but evil and luxury.
However, she was destined for ruin: she would be used as a chess piece by her younger brother to secure his throne and killed by her crazy husband.
“I’ll make you the Emperor.”
“… Sister, are you referring to me?”
“In exchange, give me freedom.”
She had to change things before she became that Cayena.
The Reason Why Raeliana Ended Up At The Duke’S Mansion
Poisoned to death by her own betrothed?! Eunha didn’t wake up in a novel’s story just to get killed off again as an unfortunate extra! To change her story she needs a cover… 6 months pretending to be the fake fiancée of the novel’s male protagonist, Duke Noah Wynknight. But will this cold-hearted, angel-faced demon of a man really help her avoid another ill-fated ending?!
Your Throne / I Want to Be You, Just For A Day
The story follows main characters Medea Solon and Psyche Callista, who become archenemies after competing for the position of crown princess of the Vasilios Empire. On the day of the Yearly Prayer, Medea and Psyche accidentally switch bodies.
The Remarried Empress
Navier was the perfect empress, however, the Emperor wanted a wife, not a colleague. And so, the Emperor abandoned Empress Navier and placed an enslaved girl beside him. That was fine until Navier heard the Emperor promise the slave the Empress’ position. After many ups and downs, Navier decided she would accept being the Queen of the neighbouring country and remarry.
Kill The Villainess
Eris Mizerian was the villainess of a novel. The only daughter of a marquis, she got executed after scheming against the pure and lovely protagonist, Helena. My only goal, after possessing her, is simply to leave this world and go home. I am prepared to face even death, but the laws of this world keep stopping me.
A changed Eris begins to draw the attention of three men who once loathed her; the Crown Prince, the High Priest, and the Knight.
"It doesn't matter. I will never be able to love this world."
Even if the only way out is death,
even if the only way out is make a deal with a witch...
I will absolutely leave this world!
This is the story of the villainess who defies fate, Eris, and her escape from this world!
The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother
I accidentally took possession of someone in a 19+ reverse harem novel.
The problem is that I became Roxana Agriche, the older sister of the sub-villain. My damn father kidnapped the heroine’s brother. Now, is the only thing left to meet a terrible end from the vengeance of the heroine?
But what if I can avoid that horrible development?
“I’m also interested in this toy.”
“I’ll protect you until you can get out of here safely.”
The heroine’s brother, Cassis Pedalian, will definitely be able to pay me back later.
Shadow Queen
“Can you be my daughter for me?”
By his offer, Elena became Duke of Franceschi’s fake daughter.
She became the queen and gave birth to Crown Prince’s son.
Then suddenly, Princess Veronica who was assumed dead came back.
She was only just a toy.
But eventually, Elena gets her son taken and is murdered.
However, she went back to the past.
“I’ll destroy all of you.”
I’ll never live as a toy again.
Elena decides to seeks revenge.
Under the Oak Tree
The daughter of a duke, the stuttering Maximilian, married a knight of lowly status at her father’s coercion.
After their first night, her husband departed for an expedition without another word.
He comes back three years later, this time as a famous knight in the whole continent.
How would Maximilian face him on his return?
"The more I think of you, the more lonely and lonely I become. I don't know why I can't quit even though it's so painful."
I'm Stanning The Prince
Angela’s fanfic became such a sensation that it even reached the Imperial Family, leading her to get arrested on charges of treason. Nevertheless, her fanfic improved the First Prince’s image, and his sister, the Princess, decides to take political advantage of this and keep Angela by their side. 
The heroine who can now fangirl to her heart’s content, and the Prince who doesn’t know how to act around her. As they bicker back and forth, they start growing closer…
Miss Not-So Sidekick
Hyejung loved to read to escape her daily stress. But that’s before she woke up inside the bizarre world of her favorite novel! Instead of the main heroine who courts three eligible men, she is now Latte Ectrie – a minor villain that everyone hates?! One way or another, it’s a chance to live out her most beloved storyline, with popcorn in hand to watch all the drama! Taking charge of the narrative takes on a whole new meaning!
Even Though I’M The Villainess, I’ll Become The Heroine!
I wasn’t able to overcome the harassment and took my life, but I was reincarnated with the perpetrator? The perpetrator is the heroine, Florre, and I am the villainess, Dahlia, who’s going to die horribly.
“They said you are a villain with neither blood nor tears, but unlike the rumors, you often shed tears.”
“Your Highness must believe all the nonsense the idiots are talking about, huh?”
Grand Duke of Cervian, the half brother of the Male lead and who will be punished for treason afterwards. He approached me. I can’t lose the man who will be my greatest ally.
“Your Highness, would you marry me?”
“Now…… what did you say?”
“And take revenge together.”
A similar situation, a fixed ending. The heroine is not the only one who knows the ending of the novel. I took a long and arduous path of revenge.
Who Made Me A Princess
The beautiful Athanasia was killed at the hands of her own biological father, Claude de Alger Obelia, the cold-blooded emperor! It’s just a silly bedtime story… until one woman wakes up to suddenly find she’s become that unfortunate princess! She needs a plan to survive her doomed fate, and time is running out. Will she go with Plan A, live as quietly as possible without being noticed by the infamous emperor? Plan B, collect enough money to escape the palace? Or will she be stuck with Plan C, sweet-talking her way into her father’s good graces?!
The Villainess Reverses the Hourglass
With the marriage of her prostitute mother to the Count, Aria’s status in society skyrocketed immediately. After leading a life of luxury, Aria unfairly meets death because of her sister Mielle’s schemes. And right before she dies, she sees an hourglass fall as if it were a fantasy. And just like that, she was miraculously brought back to the past.
“I want to become a very elegant person, just like my sister, Mielle.”
In order to face the villainess, she must become an even more wicked villainess. This was the new path Aria chose to take revenge on Mielle who murdered both her and her mother.
The Evil Lady's Hero
Junipe Magnolia, a villainess friend of the heroine in this novel called Rael Cania.
The Junipe inside the novel has always loved the male lead, Iseed. To the point where she harassed Rael out of jealousy because she's loved by Iseed.
And thus, Junipe is destinied to die in the hands of the male lead of this novel.
But one day.
"Why did I become Junipe?!"
But let's think about it, it's still one year away from the time Junipe is going to get killed by Iseed. So, I have to meet Iseed and Rael first, I'll be able to find a way out of my death if I do so.
Yeah, let's meet them first!
But, this man is just so tender-hearted and kind. Would Junipe be able to escape from this man?!
I Tamed a Tyrant and Ran Away
God gave me a chance to relive my life. Before the rebirth, I had been used for the past 400 years as the empire's sword. And so, I swore to destroy the empire. I found the young prince of the country and became his teacher. I taught him how to become a tyrant and asked for the country.
"I will do the lady's will."
He conquered the whole empire for me, and I ran away.
"I came to take you, Charlize Ronan." Dylan became a perfect tyrant and searched the entire empire for me.
"You tamed me, so why did you run away?"
Untouchable Lady
“Please, Hilise. Please die in place of Gabrielle.” My always dignified brother begged me for the first time. He wants me to die for our stepsister, whom we don't even share a drop of blood with. “For the first and last time, I ask you this.” I've always been miserable, and there is no exception this time. The seventh time that I was betrayed and killed, I was completely free of lingering feelings. “I'm glad that you're a scumbag until the end.” I won't be swayed by love anymore. It's my turn to abandon them first.
I’ll Live On As A Villainess
I reincarnated as the villainess in a book!
The one who dared to commit attempted murder on the heroine is the owner of this body?
Let's just live in a quiet place where we have fun and eat! That's what I thought for a while.
It was so, so, so cold here in the north, where I was kicked out as a punishment.
Before I froze to death, I called the Great Demon of Fire and set fire to the fireplace but...
Why isn't he going back? If you've done the job, shouldn't you go back?!
I was flustered to find out that I had signed a life contract with a demon just to start a fire but to think that I'd be responsible for relieving his desires!
The bickering romance between a big puppy demon and a small villainess lady!
It Looks Like I’Ve Fallen Into The World Of A Reverse Harem Game
When I opened my eyes, I was in a different world. I had become the game’s villainous princess who was feared by all. Not to mention… Completely naked men I didn’t even know were approaching me left and right! “Are you cold? Shall I warm you up with a hug?” “Oh? Have you not had enough yet?” Seriously, what’s up with this situation? And just how the hell am I going to get out of this freaking game?!
Father, I Don't Want to Get Married!
I’m Jubelian? The daughter of the duke and the villainess of this novel?
I managed to avoid my death with some previous knowledge about my life, as this was my second time at it. Now, I should be able to live a peaceful life!
“I’m not going to marry a man unless he has everything. I want the most wealthy, famous, and competent man there is.”
I dreamt of a glamorous life as the daughter of the duke, but my father tells me the Crown Prince who is known to be a lunatic is to be my husband! As an extraordinary measure, I couldn’t help but start a contract relationship. That is, with a handsome side character that looks better than the main one.
“Why are you trying to avoid being engaged to the prince?”
“He’s scary. I heard that he even kills his own entourage if he doesn’t like them.”
A few days later, the prince sent a terrible letter to me.
“I will not kill you.”
Oh no, did I set up another death trap for myself?
Like A Wind On A Dry Branch
"Hi, You."
Count Casarius fell victim to a plague and died suddenly, leaving behind a will stating that Rietta, his beautiful young widow of the manor, whom he tried to use as a concubine, be buried alive alongside him. Just before Rietta is buried, Archduke Axias, rumored to be a cruel tyrant, arrives at the funeral to collect the enormous debt Count Casarius still owes him.
“Everyone here seems to feel sorry for her, and I still have a debt to collect from Casarius… If I take her instead of debt, I think all of you here should be happy," he smiled.
"Hello, Temptress."
Everything was a Mistake
Roa Valrose reincarnated as villainess in the book. In order to avoid the fate of being burned at the stake, she approaches the hero, Nocton Edgar.
It hurts every time she gets closer to him. Nevertheless, for her survival, she does everything he wants her to do.
“Come again, Valrose.”
The mysterious Nocton unexpectedly sought her out every day.
Then one day, her friend for 10 years says something unknown to her.
“Actually, I have a dream. The Duke of Edgar is a terrible villain!”
He is not the hero, but the villain?
As soon as she realized that she had misinterpreted the role, she decided to get away from Nocton.
“Let’s not meet anymore.”
But the villain’s reaction was strange.
“Don’t go. You’ve always been special to me.”
She was suspicious of his sudden change of attitude.
Will she able to get rid of Nocton safely?
I Became the Tyrant's Secretary
I became the secretary of a tyrant in place of my clumsy brother to survive.
But I have so much potential for it. I’m so darn good at my job. Because I served the tyrant so well, ‘Everyone has a happy ending’.
Well then, shall I quit being a secretary and live a leisurely life now?
“Rosaline, tell me what you want.” He asked as he stepped down from his chair.
“I want to quit.”
His eyebrows twitched slightly.
“Do you want to die?”
Your highness, you never hold on to people who want to leave, so why’re you being like this to me?
Seduce the Villainess Father
After being in a bus crash, I woke up to the world of my favourite web novel.
Not only that, It was before the protagonists were born, to their parents’ world!
To stop the incoming multiple bad events.
I tried to prevent the kidnapping of the sister who is pregnant with the female lead!
But I got kidnapped instead?!
It's depressing to be kidnapped, but my body couldn't handle the mana and became a sunfish-like state
But... if I am next to the emperor who kidnapped me, my body becomes normal!
Right! The way to save that man from marrying a witch and getting killed by his son, and for someone who is vulnerable to mana such as myself to live, is for us to get married!
The Villains Savior
Set on a path to tragedy and misfortune from a young age, Aseph Randell is doomed to die a villain. That is, until the mysterious Elzay Tiathe appears in his life with a promise: "I can save you." After having vivid visions of him for so long, can Elzay untangle the twisted fate tied to Aseph... or will they both be dragged down together?
Contemporary Manhwa/Manga:
Night Crying Crow
This woman; who is she?
If something was action, it'd be action. If something was romance, it’d be romance. The A-list actor Cheon Woo Kang, who's great at every (genre), had his heart stolen away by an unknown woman who’d broken into his house!
“We'll meet again.~"
Woo Kang contracted an over imaginative illness as he drew the woman, whose name he didn't even know. In front of Woo Kang, she reappeared as the police officer Park Tae... Could the shadow of the crisis that appeared in front of them be a coincidence?
Raise wa Tanin ga Ii
Yoshino Somei would have been a normal high-schooler if not for the fact that she is the granddaughter of the leader of the Osaka-based Somei Group, the Kansai region's largest yakuza organization. One day, Yoshino hurries home after hearing of the news about the unification of Kansai and Kanto's biggest syndicates, the Somei and the Miyama groups. This, according to the article, will result in a marriage of the leaders' grandchildren—one of whom is Yoshino herself! Despite her best efforts to annul the arrangement, Yoshino has to go to Tokyo to visit her fiancé, Kirishima Miyama, who is unexpectedly nice and charming.
During their first meeting, Yoshino is swept up in various events and becomes unable to refuse moving to Tokyo, which is why, half a year later, she now lives with the Miyama group. At school, she soon realizes that Kirishima is very popular, so her relationship with him garners the hate of his fangirls and subsequently results in bullying. To make matters worse, Kirishima could not be further away from her prince charming since he, after all, was born to be a yakuza member.
Raise wa Tanin ga Ii follows Yoshino and her new life in Tokyo that is filled with nothing but troubles connected to the underworld. However, though she wishes to be as far from it as possible, this isn't Yoshino's first time dealing with the world of the Yakuza...
Positively Yours
To Hee-won’s dismay, the BFF she crushed on and her other BFF are now dating! Seriously bummed, Hee-won decides to go wild just one time, and find solace with a handsome stranger. A very satisfying one night affair has now turned into more — she’s pregnant! Fate brings them together again, and now the regimented Doo-joon is determined to do the right thing and marry her. But they’re basically strangers! Except... their bodies have been very intimately acquainted. What’s this mother-to-be to do?
True Beauty
After binge-watching beauty videos online, a shy comic book fan masters the art of makeup and sees her social standing skyrocket as she becomes her school’s prettiest pretty girl overnight. But will her elite status be short-lived? How long can she keep her real self a secret? And what about that cute boy who knows her secret?
Cheese In the Trap
Hong Sul is a ordinary college student. Yoo Jung is the school's most popular upperclass man. He's good looking, rich, smart, and even nice. However, Hong Sul thinks there's more to Yoo Jung than what meets the eye…
SPY x FAMILY
The master spy codenamed has spent his days on undercover missions, all for the dream of a better world. But one day, he receives a particularly difficult new order from command. For his mission, he must form a temporary family and start a new life?! A Spy/Action/Comedy about a one-of-a-kind family!
Doppio Senso (18+)
“What are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking about a guy.”
KyungHyun stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face.
“Will you tell me his name?”
His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears.
“Why?”
“So that I can shoot him down.”
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How do you believe Carlisle feels about Esme? How would their break up go? Would he ever cheat on her? I mean like emotionally?
He loves her.
I don’t doubt that his feelings for Esme are genuine, that he respects and cherishes her and wishes to spend his life with her. Esme, too, worships the man.
My complete lack of faith in this ship comes from the fact that they’re together for the wrong reasons and not compatible. 
The Bad Beginning
Carlisle had spent centuries searching for likeminded, he never did. In the end he succumbs and starts creating his own, first Edward and then Esme, and to his joy they both agree to do the diet.
Esme’s transformation was entirely an impulse on his end. He saw this delightful, vivacious young woman he’d known ten years ago lie broken and dying in the morgue, a Jane Doe declared dead, she was all too easy to steal. She was too far gone for him to have time to think it over, and so he went «alright let’s do this. I imagine it seemed rather like God had sent her to that morgue specifically. We learn from Midnight Sun that romance wasn’t on his mind at all (even if it was, that wouldn’t make their marriage more functional) and he expected nothing of her. He bit her because he didn’t want Esme Platt to die.
Esme, of course, wakes up into this new life under surreal, heavenly circumstances. Her child is still dead - but here is the mythic, pedestaled Dr. Cullen, now her savior and more wonderful than ever. To back myself up with the books:
Esme had already been in love with Carlisle—much to his shock—but not through any mystical, magical means. She’d met Carlisle as a girl and, drawn to his gentleness, wit, and otherworldly beauty, formed an attachment that had haunted her for the rest of her human years. Life had not been kind to Esme, and so it was not surprising that this golden memory of a good man had never been supplanted in her heart. After the burning torment of transformation, when she’d awakened to the face of her long-cherished dream, her affections were entirely his. (Midnight Sun, chapter Bloodtype)
Carlisle, on his end, hadn’t had the idea at all until Edward said “Dude, she’s into you, go for it.”
I’d been on hand to caution Carlisle about her unforeseen reaction. He’d expected that she would be shocked by her transformation, traumatized by the pain, horrified by what she’d become, much as I had been. He’d expected to have to explain and apologize, to soothe and to atone. He knew there was a good chance that she would have preferred death, that she would despise him for the choice made without her knowledge or consent. So the fact that she had been immediately prepared to join this life—not really the life, but to join him—was not something he was ready for.
He’d never seen himself as a possible object of romantic love before that moment. It seemed contrary to what he was—a vampire, a monster. The knowledge I gave him changed the way he looked at Esme, the way he looked at himself.
More than that, it was very a powerful thing, choosing to save someone. It was not a decision any sane individual made lightly. (sic)
I’m not entirely void of authorial intent - I get that this was supposed to be romcom where the cute nerdy guy has no idea the girl is interested. 
But, what I see is that after centuries of being alone, never finding anybody who shared his values, Carlisle finally has these two people who share his ideals, the only two in the world. He’s had countless friends, but it never worked out because of that damn diet. But, now he has these two people, and one of them is a beautiful, kind, wonderful woman who’s in love with him.
I imagine falling for Esme was easy. It was just so perfect, simply by being Carlisle Cullen he could make her happier than any other man, and given their shared diet, he wanted her by his side always, just as he did Edward. And this was it for him, really, to Carlisle Cullen Esme might as well be the only woman in the world because she’s the only one who'll share his lifestyle. He also felt responsible for her.
I don’t at all doubt their sincerity or affection for one another.
However, they did not fall for each other for each other’s sakes. Esme fell for the ideal since childhood, and Carlisle fell because she was perfect. Stick them in an AU and it won’t happen.
The Slippery Slope
Where they run into trouble is firstly that Esme doesn’t share these ideals, nor value human life for its own sake. Now, I’m not asking her to be a saint - but over the course of these books we had some lapses that I find pretty damning. 
She wanted Edward back in Forks, when this would almost certainly mean the death of Bella Swan, simply because to Esme having Edward nearby > a person’s life. This wasn’t the case for Carlisle, he made it extremely clear he wanted Edward to leave.
During the “Kill Bella?” vote, she was in favor of whatever meant Edward would stay.
Carlisle, having failed to get anywhere with talking sense into Edward, sends him home to his mother for an intervention. What happens next is that Esme gives Edward her blessing to eat the delicious girl if he wants to. Now, we can’t know specifically the talk Carlisle and Esme had before this, but I can’t imagine it was this. Also, damn, what a miscommunication.
Esme simply doesn’t have a problem with the deaths of individual humans, and she will put her loved ones above all other things, even if it’s a minor inconvenience. Keeping Bella alive only becomes her priority after Edward makes it clear he wants this.
Now, Carlisle’s standards have been worn down over the centuries, he just wants his family to try not to eat people on purpose, that’s how low the bar is. Tragically for his marriage, Esme is stumbling over said bar.
The further trouble they run into is that I don’t think they’re very compatible people.
Esme means well, but she’s peculiar, to put it extremely nicely. Her ambition in life is to LARP the human life, right down to being a master chef of something her species can’t eat, which could be sweet if she did other things. She doesn’t, the closest she gets is designing homes for her family. There’s being single-minded, and then there’s Esme, who appears to have honed herself into someone who exists only to be the housewife.
This leads to bizarre behavior - for instance in Midnight Sun when Edward has realized he’s in love, he sits around laughing to himself like a lunatic while playing the piano. Something happens with Rosalie, who runs out of the house in humiliation. Esme, responding to all this, gives her infamous “the best and brightest of us all” pep talk.
It’s just such a weird scene, even accounting for the inhumanity of Twilight vampires this is weird.
Mostly, thought, it is Esme’s interests and desires in life that I find so at odds with Carlisle’s. She wants to be an improved human, living the shinier, better, life without actually embracing the inhumanity of vampirism, while Carlisle is doing the human thing because he wants to be a doctor and save lives. Before that, he was travelling the world, living with normal vampires, using his eternity to study and pursue meaning in life. Now, they end up in the same place, with similar goals - wanting to blend in with humans - but the motivation is the polar opposite.
Which in turn means that as the world turns and their lives inevitably change, the way they live will have to change. This will spell trouble.
There’s also me having a strong suspicion these two don’t have much of a physical relationship, if any. Meyer specifically referred to their relationship as spiritual, and that fits the vibe we get from them in the books. Quite notably, Rosalie and Emmett were impossible to be around when they were newlyweds, while Carlisle and Esme weren’t a problem at all. 
Not to mention what Esme longed for all those years was very much an ideal of a man, which to me doesn’t immediately point to a very physical attraction.
The Penultimate Peril
Would he cheat on her, you ask. Answer is yes, they’re both cheating emotionally with Edward. No. 
He’s with her because he wants to be, and feels responsible for her. More, developing the kinds of feelings necessary for an emotional affair isn’t really on the table for him, since everyone else in the world is either a. one of his kids or the Denali, b. an unrepentant man-eating demon. So, unless Tanya’s feeling frisky, Carlisle doesn’t have anybody to cheat with.
(I’m here defining an emotional affair, which as I understand it is a bit hard to define, as a romantic, but non-physical entanglement. The cheating party has to know their partner wouldn’t be cool with it for it to count in my eyes.)
As for physically cheating on her, nope. God no, not ever. Unless something really convoluted like the plot of Blue Moon unfolded, but that’s really more a case of Esme pimping out her husband to her daughter-in-law, so everyone’s to blame here.
The end
I think the breakup can happen in any number of ways, but I think either way it will be sudden. 
These two aren’t going to go “you know, I think we’ve grown apart” because Esme would never acknowledge that nevermind walk up to Carlisle and say it, and if Carlisle realized things aren’t working he’d still want to stick it out for her sake.
I think it’ll be sudden, it’ll happen as the immovable object that is them is hit by an unstoppable force. One will go someplace the other can’t follow. Maybe when the Cullen coven splits down the middle, and they’re on each their own side of the chasm, or maybe some other cause entirely.
It’ll devastate them both, but given the people these two are, I think it’s inevitable.
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Lay All your Love on Me (Chapter 8) (Part 2)
Paring: Dark Soft Alpha Lee Bodecker x Female Omega Reader
Summary: After moving to Knockemstiff, Ohio with your troubled parents, you find solace in the local Seven-Eleven. There, you bump into the Alpha sheriff, Lee Bodecker.
And then you keep bumping into him. There’s just something about the chubby Alpha that keeps drawing you in. Now there’s something going on with the new preacher of the church that you attend. Everything’s a mess.
But you’re an unbonded Omega. Life can turn to shit anyway.
Chapter Warnings: This chapter includes more possessive behavior from our Alpha Daddy. Maybe some stalking too? Just a little bit of smut in this one. Some vaginal fingering. As well as some fluff and a marriage proposal from Lee. Not officially, that'll be in a later chapter, but they do discuss marriage. There are death threats and gun violence from our Omega Reader. And we can count the dead body in this chapter, lol. Talk of unplanned pregnancy and rape in this one.
Additional Notes: Part two was a lot longer than I thought it was, and I didn't want to cram it all in one single chapter, because there was just so much going on that I didn't want to confuse anyone. So, that's why I had to split it in half. So this is the second half! Much longer than part one, lol. Please refer to the chapter warnings before proceeding, and minors, DNI.
Word Count: 7,262
The familiar dinging of the Seven-Eleven brought you back.
Back to the first time you had met Lee.
Officially.
A warm feeling rushed through you. Almost like you were giddy. A pep in your step as you showed Sandy to the way of the lovely drinks of heaven, aka slushies.
There was familiar music playing.
You even said hello to the cashier up at the front when you had come in.
The linoleum aisles really brought you back.
You had so many happy memories with Lee here.
It made you feel so warm.
Your Omega was delighted to be back at a place she was familiar with. This place… she knew this place. She spent time with her Alpha here. Memories of you and Lee came back.
Plop. Plop. Plop.
“Okay… so you can choose whatever flavor ya want. They got cherry, Lee really likes that one, blueberry, and grape. I like to get cherry and blueberry. Mix em together. Tastes and looks nice.”
Nods came from Sandy. She watched as you filled up Lee’s cup with the cherry, happily humming a tune under your breath. Then you did yours. Mixing the red and blue together with your straw, before you plopped the correct lids on.
Click. Click.
The sounds of you sticking the straws in made Sandy come back. You were smiling, even as you took a small sip of your mixed slushie.
A slow smile stretched onto her face.
“Okay… I think I get it now. Any flavor, you said?” She questioned you.
“Mhmmm… any flavor.” came your response.
Sandy’s gaze turned to the grape flavor.
A full smile spread onto her face.
“… What do you mean, we’re leavin’ early?”
You were blinking. Your mother just let out a sigh. You looked so confused.
Laying on the big folding chairs in the backyard of Lee’s home, wearing nothing but a tank top and shorts underneath your bikini top and bottoms.
Because of the fucking creep in your house. You wanted to avoid him, and be cautious if he was looking at you from the windows.
“… Emma called again. After lunch. Lee gave me the phone, and she explained to me the issue with Lenora. So I told her we’d be going early. Is that okay?”
Was it okay?
Was it okay?
You shifted your body, so you could be laying on your side. Your fingers tapped against the folding chair when you answered your mother.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“I’m not sure if I’m okay with leaving Lee and his sister with that freak inside the house, mama.”
Said freak being your technical brother-in-law.
It wasn’t like you were married to Lee or anything. But the thought made butterflies erupt in your stomach. Made you feel all fuzzy inside. Your head lift.
You had given the idea some thought. Would you entertain the idea as well? Sometimes. Did you want to marry him?
After much deliberation, yes. Yes, you wanted to marry this man.
Oh did you want to marry him.
So badly.
But with the current weirdo in your house, you probably couldn’t even talk to Lee about it. Because every time Carl was in a room with you, you just avoided talking to anyone altogether. Other than the times where you would be in bed with Lee. Then yes. Other than that, no. Not at all.
Up came your mama’s hand towards her forehead.
She had been anticipating this.
Oh yes, she had.
Because you weren’t wrong.
Carl had so many red flags.
So many red flags.
Many, many red flags.
Every time she saw him, your mother’s fight or flight reflex would act up.
It was like looking at her husband almost.
Terrified could be one word to explain how your mother felt around the man. Almost like she felt as if she was walking on eggshells around him.
He just gave her so many bad vibes.
“I know sweetheart, I know. But Lee will be fine. He’s the sheriff. He can handle himself.” Was what she told you. Tried to reassure your nerves.
You, however, were not that reassured so easily.
You still raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
You were worried for your Alpha.
How could you not be? He was your Alpha, for fucks sake. You were bonded to the Sheriff of Knockemstiff. He was your Alpha. Your Lee. Your Daddy.
You had a right to be worried about him.
So you couldn’t help it.
It was perfectly reasonable.
Very reasonable, in fact.
“I dunno mama… I’m still a little bit worried.” You admitted quietly.
And your mother could understand that.
Even with her Beta status, she knew how it would affect a recently bonded Pair.
Because you were recently Mated.
She saw the bite mark on your neck from Lee that proclaimed you as his. The fucking entire county probably knew you were his alone by the bite in your neck. And if anyone were to speak an ill word against you, well, your Daddy would set them straight. Lee Bodecker, Sheriff Lee Bodecker would see to it that no one spoke any ill word against his mate.
Because you were his. His alone. His Omega. His other half. Lee knew for a fact that he would murder for you. Hell, if you even asked him to murder someone, he would still do it. Because that was how much his love ran for you. It was so deep.
And now that you had his bite on your Mating Gland, well, he knew for a damn fact that if someone were to take you, they would have to pry you from his cold, dead hands. Or body. They would have to kill him first to get to you. And he wasn’t going to let that happen.
As you and your mother were in his backyard, laying on the foldable chairs from where he watched from your shared bedroom that used to be his once upon a time, he watched.
Was it out of line, or even creepy to be stalking you?
Probably.
But did he care?
No.
Absolutely not. He didn’t give a single flying fuck anymore.
You were his now. So he had a right to be concerned, where his other half was.
Completely reasonable.
But Lee… Lee didn’t know where this surge of possessiveness had come from.
Ever since you had bitten his Mating Gland and you and your mother had moved in, the Bond complete, Lee felt something shift inside of him. Almost like a change in the air.
For the past couple of nights, weeks even, you had been adjusting. Throwing out your nest over and over again. Lee would hear you in the bedroom when he’d come back from work, having thrown your nest across the room like you were a freaking superhero. Grumbling and hissing underneath your breath about it not being in its proper place.
Throw out. Fix again. Throw out. Fix again.
Rinse and repeat that for the past few nights, and now, now as Lee moved so he could sit comfortably in the nest, watching you get up after saying something to your mother that made her sigh in fondest, padding back into the house, it was perfect.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The sounds of your footsteps smacking against the hardwood floors of the hallway caught his attention.
Seeing you at the doorway, mumbling and spewing curses underneath your breath as you slammed the bedroom door shut behind you, shoving your shorts down. Revealing your bikini bottoms. He watched as you slipped on a pair of jeans like it was nothing. Shimmying into them and hissing to yourself, oddly sounding like, “stupid fuckin’ creepy motherfuckin’ Betas,” or something like that. Grabbing a scrunchie from your vanity that you had moved in from your house, tying your hair up. A few strands of hair falling free into your face, which you tucked away behind your ears.
When you finally did look at him, a genuine, real smile stretched over your face. Walking over, allowing the beacon that was your Alpha, your Daddy, his big, strong arms wrapping around you, surrounding you in his scent that reminded you of home.
Nuzzling your face into his shoulder, against his uniform. Against that star embedded into his uniform that made the slightest bit of arousal leak from your pussy.
A soft, gentle sigh was expressed from you.
His voice was throaty when he spoke.
“When you come back from visitin’ Arvin and his folks…”
Up came your head. Looking at him, encouraging him to go on with that wide, innocent look in your eyes that you saved only for him.
A nod.
He continued.
“I want to get married. I want you to wear my ring and my mark. I want you to have my name.”
His hands came to cup your face as he talked. You listened.
Thrill ran down your spine.
“… Want it, Daddy… want Daddy all to myself… want your name, Daddy…” your response was breathy as you looked at him.
Something broke in him.
Shattered.
Cause just then, Lee had grabbed you, spun your around, landing right on top of your vanity. He made sure to not smack you down loud. You had guests in the house, after all.
Well.
Sandy was in the living room with your mother, who had just come in. Carl, thank fuck, was out doing god fucking knows what.
There was a noise of Lee unzipping your jeans. He shoved them down your ankles. In fact, just for good measure, he shoved your bikini panties down too. Shoved three thick fingers into your pussy that was already leaking.
You gasped.
Keened, even.
How could you not?
Although… although you would’ve preferred your Daddy’s tongue, his fingers worked just fine. That feeling of your pussy being plugged always gave you pure bliss.
Pump. Squish. Pump. Squish.
Lee’s breath ghosted against your mating gland, making a shudder run down your spine as he fucked you with his fingers.
All the while, secure in the knowledge that his own little sister and future-mother-in-law were in the next room.
No more fucks had been given.
You were so full.
Oh so full.
You were cumming in no time at all, your walls clenching down harshly onto Lee’s fingers. Shuddering as you came. Feeling like someone had smacked the air out of your lungs.
Deep breaths and pants came from you.
His lips were pressed down onto your mating gland. The tip of his tongue peeking out, before his tongue licked your gland, making your hips stutter. His fingers still buried deep inside of you, all the way up to his knuckles.
He was buried so deep inside of you, but still, that wasn’t enough.
And then his fingers were moving again. Pushing back up inside of you, filling your pussy up.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Keening noises came from you. Wet, squishing noises echoed with every thrust of Lee’s fingers plunging back into your wet cunt. You had to hold onto your vanity, gripping the edge so tight that your knuckles were turning white. You were so wet and turned on, having just come once already.
It wasn’t until you came for a second time, your second orgasm piggybacking from your first one, a soft little whimper filling the bedroom as you clamped down onto his fingers, your breathing turning a little breathless. Softer.
“Daddy…” your voice was softer, bringing the Alpha back.
Squirming came from you when Lee licked your gland again. Your back arched up against his front, your toes curling up, making you rise a few inches. His arms wrapped around you, his scent coiling around you.
“Mean it,” his voice was a little rough, “wanna give you my name, babydoll. Want this whole goddamn fuckin’ county to know who your Alpha is.”
Your pussy throbbed. A low hiss came from Lee at the sensation.
“When my ma and I get back… when we get back… we’ll do it. It’ll be the first thing we do, Daddy.”
“Promise?”
His voice was a low rumble, making a deep shudder spread down your spine.
“Promise.”
When you turned so you could look at him, Lee noticed you trembling.
“I… I mean it, you know.”
You were shaking. Absolutely feeling so many emotions all at once.
“I… I really do wanna marry you. I got your mark already but… I want your name. Your ring. I really do. I already got ya mark but… I really want it. You. All of you. I… I want your pups too, Daddy.”
Words were coming out so quickly you weren’t really quite sure what you were saying either.
But the next words… those next three words… you remembered them. You remembered them well.
“I love you… I love you so much,” you were crying. When had you started crying?
But whatever now.
You were crying and spilling out your feelings like a lovesick teenager.
Your Lee, your Alpha, your Daddy, he wrapped his strong arms around you, bringing you closer to him as his head dipped down, his tongue flattening against your gland, making your ears pop. His scent overflowing your nose as he scented you. Marked you. Your body shuddered against his. Your Omega was overjoyed.
Alpha. Alpha. Alpha. Alpha is a good Alpha.
“I love you too, Little Omega.”
A couple of hours later...
Something was deeply wrong once you and your mother had driven up to Coal Creek.
It was like a fog that had seeped through your bones, once you had gotten up to the house.
However, you were broken out of your current train of thought when you saw Arvin running out of the house, running towards you, picking you up, and making you squeal.
Alphas and their strength.
“Everythin’s been so boring without you!” The young Alpha complained once he put you down, “the whole house’s been silent except for Lenora’s puking!”
Puking?
How… peculiar.
Very interesting.
It made you raise an eyebrow, as Arvin helped you and your mother inside as your sleepy brain tried to rack at what Arvin had just said.
But you didn’t dwell on it for far too long, considering once you had finally lodged your suitcase into your room, you had crashed immediately on the spot.
What had made you wake up from your slumber though, was puking.
Someone was puking their guts out in the bathroom.
Groggily, you stirred.
Even made a noise of deep discomfort from being woken up. Your Omega even stirred. She was also not very happy with these changes of events. You heard her in your mind, grumbling unhappily at the Omega who was currently vomiting her guts out.
After you managed to lodge yourself out of bed, you padded down the hallway, down to the bathroom, where the vomiting had been coming from.
What you saw made you nearly shriek.
Lenora cried out in surprise.
But that wasn’t what you were focusing on.
Your eyes were wide.
Your nose smelled something.
Something was very wrong with Lenora. You sniffed at the air.
Strange.
The brunette Omega watched as you walked over to where she was, kneeling over the toilet. She watched you get onto your knees, grabbing some paper to wipe her mouth.
“Need you to stand. Can you stand?” You asked her.
A nod.
Being as careful as possible, you helped Lenora up to her feet, helping her to the sink. Helping to rinse her mouth. Lenora coughed and spluttered the first few times. But eventually, you managed to help her rinse her mouth clean of any bile or puke.
“I’m gonna need ya to brush ya teeth. Can you do that? Brush your teeth?”
Another nod came from her.
Nodding at her, you quietly gave her some space. Some time to brush her teeth, while you scurried out of the bathroom and down the hallway again, into the living room.
After scouring around for everyone or anyone else who could be in the little house with you and Lenora, you found that it was just the two of you.
The Russell’s car wasn’t in the driveway. But your mother’s car was still in the driveway, which you assumed that she had caught a ride with Emma and Arvin. Finding yourself back in the kitchen, you also found that she had left the keys on the dining table.
You heard her spit into the sink. Then you heard the sounds of the sink being turned on and off. Padding footsteps made you aware of the fact that she was coming into the kitchen where you were.
That uneasy feeling filled you up again.
“So… how long have you been pukin’?”
Lenora blinked in surprise.
“U-Um…” she looked almost nervous, her voice stuttering. “A-About… a week now? I dunno why. Maybe I’m comin’ down with somethin’-”
You sniffed the air again. Lenora looked confused.
“What’re you doin’?” she asked, bewildered.
Still, you continued to sniff the air.
“Arvin said you presented. Did you have any toys? Emma provide you with any?” you inquired. Lenora’s cheeks flushed. “I- no. N-No. I never… I never got to.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“Whatcha mean, you never got to? You’re supposed to?! You stayed home, right?!”
“N-No.”
You were even more confused.
“Lenora…” you were still very confused, but you didn’t want to frighten her. Scare her. Nothing of the sort. So your voice became gentler. “Lenora… when you present… you’re supposed to stay home. Your presentation… it hurts like a bitch.”
Lenora made a noise.
“Language!”
You waved that away.
“Bah,” you were unbothered, “you’ll cuss eventually. It comes to everyone.” Undeterred, you went on. “Any penny saver… your presentation. It hurts a lot. You’ll go into heat right after. It’s what happened to me.”
“Did it… how much did it hurt?” Lenora asked you tensely. Almost as if she was walking on eggshells. Clapping a hand gently on her shoulder, you steered her to the couch. It was time for a heart-to-heart. Omega to Omega.
“Well… it depends on the person. For me, it hurt like a bitch. It felt like… I felt like I was doing to die. As dramatic as that shit sounds… it really did hurt. My Ma had to send me to the damn ER cause all I would do was climb the walls like a bitch in heat. The whole thing… it felt like I wasn’t really… myself. Like I wasn’t all there, you know? Like… I was there. Subconsciously. But my designation… my Mega… she was in control. It’s kinda a helpless feelin’, bein’ in heat. All you want to do is fuck and breed. It’s what your designation craves. Needs. After though… I was still in pain a little bit. After-effects of heat. And I was really tired. Conked out for the next couple of days to recover. That’s why you gotta get a week off of school. Why weren’t cha in the house recoverin’? Where were you?”
Although now, you were thinking to yourself.
You were Bonded now.
You had a Bondmate. You had an Alpha.
You had never told Lee about your heats. About how much they hurt. For as long as you could remember, they were always painful. Many trips to the ER and hospitals didn’t do you any good. You had to be quarantined from everyone else because your scent was so strong. So thick. You remembered throwing fits, pounding your fists on walls, and screaming because it hurt so much. Your designation would wail and rage within you, wanting her needs to be met. Your Omega, your Omega was truly one of a kind.
In truth, you could admit to yourself why you hadn’t told him just yet.
You were terrified.
Truly utterly terrified.
What if you hurt him?
What if you killed him?
What if he saw what you were capable of during your heat and decided it was too much?
No.
No, no, no.
The mere thought of it was breaking your heart.
Your Alpha, your Daddy, he wouldn’t do that to you.
Would he?
Lenora faltered. Even paused. She looked like she had been slapped.
She had gone silent.
You sniffed at the air again. You could smell her scent of vanilla and cherries, yes, and while your brain processed that this was an Omega in front of you, something just wasn’t feeling right in your gut.
A darker, deeper feeling was twisting your stomach. It made your brain go into darker thoughts.
Lenora looked almost terrified. Her eyes kept darting around. Her scent shifted and started to burn your nose. Your eyes even watered a bit, smelling how her sweet scent slowly turned sour.
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me where you were. But I need you to listen to me carefully, okay?”
Your voice was nothing but gentle as you gently looked at the younger Omega. Your voice washed over her, coaxing her. You were sending off soothing pheromones, calming her frantic and shaking form.
Lenora let out a sniff.
“The world for us Omegas… it’s a dark and dangerous place out there. Always gotta be on our guard. Fuckin’ knuckleheaded Alphas who can’t take no for an answer. And for us women… well, we still gotta be on our guard. Men are stupid.”
A choked noise came from Lenora.
It made your Omega straighten up.
Your head cocked to the side.
Suddenly, it clicked.
Shit, shit, shit.
She was pregnant.
Lenora was fucking pregnant with a fucker’s pup.
You couldn’t explain the feeling that had run through you. It was as if someone had poured a bucket of ice-cold water over your head. It gripped you like a vice. Trapping and ensuring you in place. You might’ve even called the feeling pure horror seeping through your bones.
But you wouldn’t call it pure horror that was running through your veins at this moment. It was more than that.
“Lenora… were you visiting your mother?”
She only responded back to you with one word.
“ Yes.”
Now…
You had never been one for faith.
You weren’t a believer.
Not even when you had been younger.
You didn’t know why you didn’t believe. You hadn’t really given it much thought as you had grown older. Going to church seemed like an obligation. Almost as if you had to go. Truth be told, you always fell asleep during the sermons. So there was that.
But as you drove your mother’s car down to the church, your jaw was tight.
Those dark thoughts were back.
It had been a while since you had slipped into that dark headspace. Not only that, but it had been a while since you had actually driven a car. These days, you didn’t really drive, considering you just walked everywhere. A small town did that to you.
Growing up, especially in your dysfunctional household, your parent’s car was almost like an escape for you. Other than your room. Even then though, whenever you’d sit in your parent’s car, hearing the shouting coming from inside the house, the car didn’t quite still feel like your own.
Unlike the car, your room was strictly yours. Yours and yours alone. Your parent’s cars had their names on them. So it didn’t really feel like yours.
However, your new bedroom, after the attack, it didn’t quite feel like yours anymore. To be completely and utterly honest, you had felt like you had been in haze for the past couple of weeks. Like you were just here. Like a star up in the sky, aimlessly floating through space and time, just observing everything around you.
You felt like a ghost.
Although, at this moment, you didn’t feel quite as empty as you had been these past couple of weeks.
Now?
Now you felt ready and secure to kill a man.
An Alpha.
Never had you ever felt so angry to the point of violence. You weren’t a fucking pansy. You weren’t a fucking pacifist. You believed that if violence was truly needed, that you would use it. Only if it was the last possible option. Then yes, you would fuck shit up.
Here and now, however, violence was truly your one and only option.
Emma, Arvin, and your mother had come home to the Russell house a bit ago. You told them that you’d be going into town and that you would be dropping off at the church, to clean up Lenora’s mother’s grave and put new flowers down.
So, with a newly bought bouquet of flowers, a scrubber, and some water in an old plastic bottle, you drove off to the church.
But you had a darker motive in mind.
As you drove up, you made sure to wear your Mate’s leather jacket. Somehow, smelling Lee’s scent, it made you feel safe. That what you were about to do was okay and justified.
It was okay.
It was going to be okay.
Finding a place to park the car, you took the keys out of the ignition. Stuffing the keys into the front pocket of your dress, you got out of the car with all of your things. Your eyes were sharp and focused, blood roaring through your veins. Even your Omega was in full and complete support. The entire duration of the car ride, she strayed, staying at the back of your mind, tapping her paw in turn. She was silent and feeling quite deadly. Ready to rip a man’s throat out. Her anger kept perfectly under control. But she was like a ticking bomb. She just needed one thing to tip her off, and you were pretty sure that if she wanted to take over and attack a man, that you wouldn’t be complaining.
Not really.
The sounds of scrubbing slowly filled your ears as the birds chirped in the trees. You were wearing gloves because you weren’t fucking stupid. Plus, you didn’t really like these gloves anyway. Your mother had bought them for you a few years back, because they were on sale at Sears and because she thought that had looked nice.
They looked fucking hideous.
Absolutely an abomination to gloves. But, they were easy to put on and take off. So that was a plus, you supposed.
Only when you had put down the bouquet of flowers did you hear a noise.
A leaf crunched.
Someone was walking towards you. From where you were, knelt over Helen Laferty’s grave, your head turned.
Immediately, your Omega screeched in alarm.
It was him.
The Alpha that had single-handily ruined Lenora’s life.
Preston Teagardin, with his scent of maple and something musky, made itself known to you.
Not that you wanted to know.
Not really.
“Preacher,” was your cold response as you turned your head back, and adjusted the flowers.
He couldn’t help but blink in surprise.
He had noticed you driving a car into the church. Saw you pull in, dressed in a dress with all of your crinolines underneath your dress, making your skirts puffy and out there. He had seen you get out, with all of your materials. You looked like a woman on a mission. And well, he was definitely curious.
Subconsciously though, his Alpha was telling him something was wrong. But Preston being Preston, ignored it.
Your scent had intrigued him. You smelled wonderful. Like freshly baked chocolate chips.
Although now, especially with that leather jacket draped over your shoulders, clinging to your form, making you look smaller, he caught another whiff in his nose. A deeper scent. It was a masculine scent. Chocolate and bourbon filled his nose too. He almost thought maybe you had a brother who was an Alpha, but then his eyes fell upon the bite on your mating gland that you showed proudly.
You had an Alpha.
The last he had seen of you, you had not had an Alpha.
So that meant you were recently bonded.
Preston didn’t know whether to be shocked or angry that you were bonded.
Finally finished with your work, you turned back to the still shell-shocked preacher and stood up. Brushing off your skirts.
“You know preacher, it’s quite interesting.”
He was confused.
“What’s confusing?”
Your lips stretched into a smile.
“It’s quite confusing to me. I’ve never been one for faith. Never truly got into the church, or believed in Him. I’m not very spiritual, or religious. Never have been. Never truly believed in a higher power. But that’s not all that puzzles me. You wanna know what truly puzzles me though, Preacher?”
When he didn’t answer, you cocked your head to the side appraisingly. You took a step forward. He took a step back.
“It truly puzzles and interests me that you, you’re a Man of God, aren’t you, Preacher? You’ll listen to someone if they need to confess their sins, won’t you? Take it to the grave? That’ll it just be between me and you?” you inquired. You tilted your head back, looking at him. Waiting for an answer.
“I-I…” Preston stammered, making you tilt your head again, almost like a dog looking at its master.
“Because really, I find it very, very, very interesting that you’re not aware that rape is forbidden in the Bible. Don’t you know when the disciples asked Jesus what they should do about their sexual urges, that Jesus told them to gouge out their eyes? And don’t you know that when Omegas present, that they’re supposed to stay home? And don’t you know, that you’re mated and married to an Omega who doesn’t know that her Alpha and husband is a motherfucking rapist?!”
Preston threw his hands up in surrender.
“No one’s going to care. Who do you think the masses are going to believe? A spineless Omega or a Preacher?”
Your eyes flashed dangerously. In less than a second, you pulled out a familiar-looking pistol from underneath your dress and pointed the weapon right in Preston’s face. You knew it was fully loaded. But, just to check, you made sure to reload.
“W-Wait- this is a mistake-” he stammered, stepping away from you. You watched his feet stumble. He tripped on his own feet, falling into the grass. He continued to push back.
“Believe it or not, I am not a huge fan of violence. Neither is my Alpha. He looks out for me. He’s an amazing Bondmate. I don’t think you’d like him either. He’s the one who gave me this before I came here with my Mama. Just in case. This world’s dangerous, you know.”
You had worn your special shoes for the occasion.
You were not wearing your kitten heels.
No.
You were wearing stilettos. Which, now would be considered out of fashion. But you had been gifted a pair from your Daddy. So, therefore, they were special and were to be worn on only special occasions.
And wasn’t this a special occasion?
You considered it one.
You didn’t even bother to reload a second time. You knew you were fully loaded. And besides, you weren’t going to kill him.
Oh no.
No, no, no.
You’d just give him a fate worse than death.
Seeing his terrified form, you aimed your gun down.
Right there, the pistol facing his left hand.
A gunshot rang out.
You heard a scream. Maybe even a yell.
Moving your pistol down lower, your second bullet went right into his left thigh, dangerously close to his dick. You saw the tears. But you didn’t feel remorseful. This Alpha had harmed a member of your Pack. Why should you listen if he begged for mercy? Which he was. You were hearing his pleas. His begs for forgiveness. You knew right then and there, that your Alpha, your Daddy, would have never spared this man’s life.
However, you were not your Daddy.
You weren’t Lee.
So while Preston was still there, laying on the ground, you made sure to get right down on your knees, your left hand grabbing and twisting his left hand, making sure he wouldn’t touch you. Your knees completely spread, so that you would be nice and comfy.
Lee’s pistol cocked right on his temple.
“P-Please- you’re- you’re makin’ some type of mistake-” Preston pleaded, but you narrowed your eyes.
“No,” your tone was completely cold and unmoving, “No, I don’t think I am. I smelled you on her. Are you doubting my nose, Preacher? But don’t worry, I won’t be ending your worthless life today. Be happy that I won’t shoot your goddamn cock off. And besides, you should be grateful I didn’t shoot your right hand. If I truly didn’t give a shit, I would’ve fucking murdered you and left you for the birds. They’ll eat anything. Especially pieces of shit like you. But I don’t think even birds would want to feast on you.”
"I ever see or hear you rape another goddamn Omega, I'll make sure to really kill you. Consider this a goddamn motherfucking warning."
Getting up, and ignoring his whimpers that truly made him sound like a pathetic Omega in heat, you gathered your things.
As you walked past him, back to your mother’s car, you spoke one last time.
“Don't be sad, Preacher. Ya still got a right hand. I know it’s not your dominant hand. But you have a right hand, Preacher. Use it.”
Later on in the evening, back at Knockemstiff with Lee…
Believe it or not, but Lee Bodecker did not enjoy killing.
Even though he knew he was a corrupt Sheriff.
He had heard the rumors. The whispers. Gossip flew around quickly. Especially in a small town like Knockemstiff.
And the saddest part was that they were right.
Someone like Lee, someone who looked like Lee didn’t get to the Sheriff position without a little bit of darkness in him. Lee had long accepted the fact that he had crossed the point of no return. That if there was truly a God up there, with Heaven, that he would never be permitted to enter. He already knew with all the killing, deception- that his soul was black and damned.
There was no going back now.
Lee’s eyes were gazed, focused on the chair on his right. He could smell your lingering scent on it. If he leaned back and closed his eyes and focused hard enough, he could probably hear your laughter. He could probably imagine your smile too. Just the thought of that black box shoved in the top drawer of his dresser made his heart warm. Like there was something worth living for.
The sound of Sandy’s fork clanging on her ceramic plate caught Lee’s attention. He saw his little sister getting up, getting all of their empty plates, and marched right into the kitchen. Lee relaxed in his chair, hearing the sink turn on. Hearing the sounds of Sandy washing the plates.
For a moment, it was quiet. Lee could actually hear himself think. All leaned back, everything in his life nearly in peace and harmony.
“You know, I thought about her for a long time before I actually saw her again.”
Carl jumped.
Actually jumped.
He had jumped in surprise.
“We met at church, you know. Me and my Mega.” Lee was so relaxed, so deep in old memories.
“Took me two weeks to see her again. I felt so sorry for drinkin’ the rest of her slushie. But I just wanted to know why she was just so in love with drinkin’ em. For those two weeks… all I thought about her.”
Which, Lee was technically speaking the truth.
But not the full truth.
He remembered, in those two weeks before he saw you again, all those sleepless nights spent in his bed.
And now, he thought, what if he had been a good man.
A good man didn’t slick up their cock with Vaseline and jerk off to the thought and memory of kissing a defenseless, young Omega who was probably nearly a decade younger than him.
A good man didn’t masturbate himself to the near brink of death in the shower thinking about just how good your pussy would be if he fucked you for the first time.
A good man didn’t masturbate to the thought of his young Omega partner whom he was courting, cumming at the thought of how tight her cunt would be, or if blood would trickle down her legs after taking her virginity.
Lee Bodecker however, was not a good man.
At all.
Remembering his brother-in-law’s words, Carl’s face went pale as a sheet. Lee was so relaxed without a care in the world that he didn’t even have the ball to be smug about it.
The sounds of Sandy's footsteps made both of the men look up.
“I brought the tea.”
Sandy Henderson, with her hair in rollers, wearing her nightgown and her slippers adorning her feet, gave her Big Brother and her husband a look. Her gaze on Carl lingered just a bit longer. As if she was giving him one last look.
There was a clunking noise as Sandy placed the little ceramic teacups with the little covers on top of the table. Handing one to Carl and Lee. Sandy herself sat down at one of the chairs, stirring her cup with a little spoon.
When Carl took the top off of his cup and drank from it, he felt there was something wrong. Something in his gut turned and twisted.
Lee wasn’t surprised to see Carl get up from his chair, and start to cough. Nor was he surprised to see Carl claw at his throat, blue spit dripping down the corners of his mouth. Sandy sat there, staring Carl directly in the eyes as her husband breathed his last breath before he fell to the floor.
The Omega watched her Beta husband die kneeling. Like a sinner confessing their sins.
“Hold on, won’t cha Big Brother? Gotta get something from the bedroom.” Sandy got up, even pushing her chair in like a good little housewife, before clamoring her way down into the hallway, into the guest room.
Sandy came back with a camera.
Carl’s camera.
The one that he used for all of his murder victims. Lee didn’t feel a chilling in his bones. Sandy got real close, good enough to take a full-body shot. But focused on the horrified look in her husband’s eyes. Ones that looked like ones of pleading. As if he was begging for repentance.
Lee heard the camera click. Sandy shook the camera, hearing it splutter for a second before she got the photo out. An almost satisfying, chill smile stretched over her lips.
“He had a lot of photos, Lee. But this one… this one’s my personal favorite.”
Getting up from his chair, Lee looked down to inspect the dead body of his former brother-in-law.
“Ya brought the marriage papers?”
“Yup,” replied Sandy.
“And the photos?” Lee raised an eyebrow.
“Brought all of 'em,” the blonde Omega said in almost a relieved voice.
“Good. You burn them. I’ll take care of his body.”
Sandy could get on board with that.
It was a plan.
With you, late in the early morning…
It seemed, after your detour with the Preacher, that you could not sleep.
You had tossed and turned in bed all night.
Eventually, you had thrown all of your fucks out the window and got up quietly from your bed, opening your door ever so slightly so you could slip through. Padding your way down the hall, to the kitchen. Where the phone was located on the wall.
Picking up the phone, you spun the dial.
Spin. Spin. Spin.
Spin. Spin. Spin.
There was a moment of silence as you heard the phone connect.
There was another moment of silence before you heard the other person on the other line pick up.
“Ello?”
“Daddy.”
Lee breathed out a sigh of relief. Your Daddy sounded sleepy.
“Did I wake ya up, Daddy?” your voice was low. You didn’t want to wake anyone up.
“No, babydoll. I wasn’t sleepin’. Had a busy night, that’s all. Couldn’t sleep, could you baby?” his voice washed over you like thick syrup. You felt as if you were on frigging Cloud Nine. You felt so warm. So safe.
“Nu-uh… couldn’t sleep. Had quite a day today, Daddy.”
“Oh yeah?”
You heard some shuffling on his end of the line. Almost like he was moving around in bed.
“Miss you a lot, Daddy. The nest don’t smell like ya.”
“I miss you too, angel baby. Nest’s not the same without cha in it.”
He heard you intake in a deep breath. And then a deep shuddering noise came from you. Hoisting his legs over so he’d be sitting, he asked, “Ya alright, Mega?”
You faltered for just a split second.
“Daddy, I… I… I need to tell you something.”
That didn’t sound good.
Whenever Lee heard those words, or “we need to talk” in the past, then usually, those weren’t good words. Nothing good ever came out of those words.
“I’m listenin’, babydoll.”
He heard you take in another deep breath before you continued.
“I… my Omega… I feel like… like my heat’s slowly comin’. It ain’t gonna come tomorrow, or any day this week, but… I… I feel like my Omega’s warnin’ me as if she’s tellin’ me the storm’s bout to come my way… and… and I never told you but…” a loose sigh escaped your lips, “my heats are… awful. Every time they happened in the past… I felt like I wanted to die. They were so painful, Daddy. I don’t… I don’t wanna scare you…”
As Lee listened to you over the phone, it made him think of his own Rut.
He thought about how the week before he had seen you in that Seven-Eleven again, how he had gone right into a Rut. You, your scent, your Omega- it had thrown him in a frenzied Rut. He had never remembered any of his Ruts hurting like that before.
But Lee Bodecker wasn’t scared. He never was like that, even when he had been younger. Never ever.
“I ain’t scared of your Omega. I can handle your Omega. I’m your Daddy, ain’t I, babydoll?”
“Y-Yeah…” your voice had turned breathy. “Y-Yeah, Daddy.”
An agreeing noise came from Lee.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah, Mega?”
“I think…” you chewed on your bottom lip for just a second. “I think… I think you need to come to Coal Creek.”
“What?”
Now he was concerned.
“What for?”
“It’s… it’s about Lenora. Today… earlier, I… I went to the church. I went to the Preacher and I shot him twice. With… with the pistol you gave me before my Ma and I left. He raped her, Lee. She’s pregnant with his pup. And I think… I think if I tell Arvin, that he’s going to kill him. I need your help, Daddy. Please.”
There was a beat of silence from the other line. For a moment, you thought Lee might've hung up on you.
But then, you heard it.
"Don't cha worry babydoll. San and I will come. You just stay there. Behave, ya hear me?"
You swallowed thickly.
"Y-Yeah, Daddy. I'll be on my best behavior."
"That's a good girl. Hang tight, got it?"
"Uh-huh."
"Good. Go get some sleep, babydoll. I don't like my baby tired and cranky."
You let out a faint giggle.
"Okay, Daddy. Gonna sleep."
"Mhmmm."
There was another beat of silence.
"I love you."
Maybe it was that you were getting a little sleepy. But you smiled anyway.
"I love you too, Daddy."
And then the line went dead.
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🖤Hero Academia — Aizawa🖤
Note: I thought I’d post an old work here. Also, b/c I’m seeing a lot of minors migrate to ao3, I’m thinking of switching all my works to here since it’s easier to monitor, which means I’m deleting my ao3.
⚠️: bulge, breeding, somnophilia, cnc
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He’s late. Just as you thought, but that’s expected of Pro Heroes and you can’t blame him for being one. You knowingly accepted your common law conditions, so you can’t complain. You reached for your phone hoping to see his name tangled within the notifications.
NekoZawa: late
Was the only message that caught your attention with a little bit of disappointment. Deep down you already knew it’d come to this, but you still can’t help feeling let down a bit. As you were about to change out of your getup a series of sharp knocks startled you, catching you off guard.
“It’s mee!” shouted the familiar voice.
Midnight?!
You rushed to open the door.
“Kayama? You’re ba—,”
“Ahhhh! So cute, so delicate, just youth!” she huffed in excitement at the sight of your longline lace bra and single-ruffled panties.
“Ah! Wai—youth? You know we're not that far in age,” you said, as you try to hide behind the door.
“Please, I'd kill to be 5 years younger, and don’t even try hiding from me. Even though he doesn’t care much about looks this definitely falls within his tastes,”
You blushed at the compliment, wishing it had come out of Aizawa’s mouth instead.
“Anyways,” she continued, “how about some bubble tea? I got your favourite,” she whipped out a bag of drinks from behind her. You wonder if she knew of your plans and came to cheer you up.
Who am I kidding, she’s an R-rated hero. Her sixth sense is basically her sex sense.
“Yeah, I could use some company,” you smiled in relief, thankful for her sharp intuition.
Before you knew it, 9PM became 11PM in what felt like 30 minutes and that heavy feeling weighing on your chest left after a couple of laughs here and there. You couldn’t help but feel better in the presence of Kayama, you have no choice but to feel better in her presence.
“And after I showed his class a pic of you, that grape idiot said ‘ if that raggedy ass man of a sensei is able to snatch a woman like that then there’s still hope for me, right?! Right?!’ in that stupid lisp of his! I couldn’t help, but cackle in his face! Hahahahahahahaha!”
“Grape idiot?!,” you laughed, almost choking on your tapioca.
“It caused this huge uproar which took Aizawa an hour to settle down,”
“Sounds like an exaggeration to me,”
“Really? Then I’d have to ask Principal Nezu for permission to let you visit. Hmmm, maybe a surprise visit during his birthday, I’d get to see that purple shit bleed from his eyes again. Hah!” she said, her sadistic side twinkling in her eyes.
You could tell she wasn’t lying about the surprise visit as she hummed her thoughts between sips of beer. Although you know how much Aizawa likes to keep his private life separate from his professional life, your thoughts couldn’t help but ponder in curiosity at how he acts around his infamous class 1-A students. All he ever does is complain about them every time you ask, but just thinking about him acting like the strict teacher Kayama says he is . . . makes . . . you . . .
“Oi, oooii . . . I said OI!”
“Gah!”
“What the hell’s got you blushing like a dazed mess?”
“Blushing? . . . !”
You clasp your hands over your face, as if you’re trying to keep your thoughts and daydreams from escaping. You let your imagination run wild just from thinking about Aizawa as a teacher — his strict demeanour and cold eyes piercing through you . . . his deep growls muffled at the base of your neck as his grip tightens around your waist and hair . . .
“Oh! What time is it?” Kayama exclaimed, disrupting your thoughts.
You reach for your phone to check the time, seeing 11:17PM illuminating from the screen before flipping it to Kayama.
“Perfect!”
You cock your head to the side trying to think of what could make Kayama that excited, but before you could react, her quirk had already taken hold of your consciousness.
Aizawa let out a heavy sigh staring at the time on his phone. It wasn’t the first time he’d let you down like that, even though it’s out of his control he still can’t help feeling disappointed in himself. Pro Heroes always have unpredictable schedules, but still, he’d wish his schedule had gone his way today.
“Thanks as always, Eraserhead. I’ll send the details your way once we’ve confirmed the date,” Tsukauchi reassured, dismissing him for the day. Aizawa nodded in response, finally, he thought. As he walked out of the station, his phone vibrated.
Ugh, what now?
He reached for his phone and unlocked his screen.
Kayama? Probably just more cat pics.
But much to his surprise, the series of pics caused him to stop in his tracks.
Kayama: Bon appétit! *kissy face*
Was the only message that followed at the end of the series of pics. After Kayama used her quirk to put you to sleep, she happily cleaned the place up and settled you prettily onto the bed in an innocent, but also, somewhat tempting position. Who could blame her? She had a knack for setting up tempting situations for her best friends. Aizawa tapped on each pic, examining the details of your delicate lace bra and fluttery panties. He really wished his schedule had gone his way today. The longer he stared at each pic, the bigger his temptation and pent up emotions grew — frustration, doubt, confusion, jealousy, anger, greed, love, lust, it was causing him to lose all sense of logic. You were causing him to lose all sense of logic and he hated it. It’s his first time experiencing something like this, he’d never romantically loved anyone until you came into his life. At first you were just like any other Pro Hero he teamed up with in previous missions, but the mission you two took on escalated into an emotional high profile case, which caused him to spend more time with you. One thing led to another and now, you’re each other’s common-law spouse. Both of you could care less about the huge wedding traditions of planning a wedding day, banquet halls, invitations and all that, but unexpectedly, he did buy you a wedding ring — a customized designer ring at that. Not only does he not care about appearances, but he also doesn’t seem to care about prices, so long as it serves its purpose.
“Uh, Eraserhead? Everything okay?” Officer Sansa tapped on Aizawa’s shoulder, breaking him from his thoughts.
“Huh? Oh, Detective Tsukauchi already settled on a date already?” Aizawa quickly locked his phone and tucked it back into his pocket.
“Um, no, he was actually worried about you . . . you’ve been standing still here for a while now, just staring at your phone . . .”
The logical Pro Hero himself didn’t even realize that he stopped walking and was surprised to see the station still behind him. Tch .
“. . . yeah, I think I should head home now. Someone’s waiting for me. Thanks, Officer Sansa.”
He waved at the cat officer before tucking his hand back into his pocket, unconsciously digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands in frustration. He hated this feeling . . . and he can’t wait to take it out on you .
Aizawa hesitates to open the door, unsure of how he’d react when he sees you for himself. He carefully turns the knob, making sure not to make a noise that’ll wake you from your peaceful slumber. You were just like the pics Kayama sent him — back exposed with the soft glow of the city night lights highlighting your dainty shoulder blades . . . arms clutching the pillow from underneath that pretty little head of yours . . . one leg hitched up to the side while the other was elongated and tucked half way into the sheets . . . As he reached to caress your face, he noticed his hand trembling from suppressing his temptation. Tch. He pulls his hand back in frustration.
“ . . . mmph . . . Shou . . . ta . . .” you murmured in your sleep in between heated breaths.
That was enough for Aizawa to let go of any sense of logic and common sense he had left, and before he knew it, he was hovering over you — the weight of his body sinking into the duvet. His eyes trailing over your features, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath you take — a reassuring feeling that you’re real and very much alive to him. He annoyingly hears his name from the teachers at UA all the time, but when it whispers out from between those pretty lips of yours, it made him experience a feeling he wasn’t used to controlling. He gave in, leaving trails of kisses that slowly turned into hickeys and then bite marks. He felt bad for leaving those marks on your supple skin, but he also wished they were permanent, as if the wedding ring doesn't speak for itself anymore. Aizawa’s grip tightened on your thigh at the thought of anyone else touching you, pinning your leg to your chest. His rough hand traces down your curves before slipping them in between your thighs — a wet sopping mess.
Ah, her panties are ruined . . . shame, he thought as he ripped a slit open, big enough for what you’re about to take in. Whoops . . . I’ll just get her a new one.
The temperature of your body was rising as he continued to press up against you, leaving marks on your collarbone and teasing your insides with his thick calloused fingers. A wave of pleasure ripples through your moonlight kissed skin, slowly pulling you back to your senses. You bat your eyes a few times to shake off the heaviness weighing on your eyelids.
“ . . . Shou—haa . . . !” your body twitched as another wave of pleasure came over you, shaking off your sleepy numbness, awakening your sense of touch as you grip his forearm trying to get him to slow down. It was no use given how enamoured he was with your reaction, your measly grip is as light as a feather against his strength.
“Haa . . . wait . . . slowdow—mmph!,”
Aizawa places his hand over your mouth, silencing your relentless begging. You finally noticed his flushed face and entranced eyes — a face you’re not used to seeing.
“Shut up, if you know what’s good for you,” his deep voice reverberated in your ear, sending a ripple of shivers down your neck. He was a completely different person in a completely different headspace. The only thing that can bring him back to his senses is your safe word, but you know that if you give in he’d completely stop and resist touching you for days as penance for losing control. But . . . you love it when he loses control along with his sense of logic, so you melt into your favourite position, signaling him to release all his pent up emotions in you — a mating press. You bite your trembling lower lip, begging with your wet eyes as a smirk played across his face. He gently kisses your forehead before pulling down his bottoms, revealing his thick throbbing cock. Your cunt twitched at the sight of it, squeezing out your fluids, dripping down like honey.
“How badly do you want it?”
“. . . badly . . . Shou~ta~ . . .” you cooed.
His cock twitched at the sound of your light and airy voice, precum drips onto the sheets.
“Not yet,” he said as he began stroking his cock on your clit, making sure not to let an inch slip inside you. The sensation drives you crazy as you whimper and whine for him to fill you up inside, desperately begging with your hips. But Aizawa’s firm grip on your thighs won’t let you, and keeps you from getting what you want. You miss the feeling of being bred full . His strokes were getting faster, his panting turning into growls. Your body tensed and toes curled as the feeling came closer, letting a desperate sigh escape from your mouth.
“Already? But I’m not done with you yet,” he playfully whispers in your ear before ramming himself inside you.
“Haa!” you yelped.
Your plump walls twitch at the sudden movement, tightening itself around his cock.
“That’s my good girl,” he chuckled, cockingly.
Tears well up in your eyes as you bite back your whimpering. He grabs your hand and firmly places it on your lower abdomen,
“Do you feel me? I’m right here.”
With your hand firmly placed on your stomach, you can feel his bulge every time he strokes his cock in you. He keeps it there, so that you have no choice but to feel it until the very end — up until his cum fills you up inside. His long strokes began to shorten, each stroke getting harder than the last and unable to hold in your pants and moans. Not only can you feel the warmth fill you up, but you can also feel his cock releasing globs of his milk from the bulge protruding from your lower abdomen. Your fingers dance around it making him twitch, his bruising grip tightening around your wrist.
“Fuck,” he grunts, looking down at the mess you both made.
Your cunt was swelling at the amount of cum it’s trying to keep from spilling, gushing out every time your sticky walls twitch. Before Aizawa was about to pull out, you grab his arm,
“Wait . . . not yet,” you must’ve been pouting when those words fell off of your swollen lips cause you’ve never seen his features soften like that before. He lowers himself, feeling his weight sinking into the bed as he tenderly kisses your forehead, brushing your slick baby hairs from your face . . . the warmth of his forehead resting against yours . . . the reassuring feeling of his hand gently cupping your flushed cheeks . . . You reach for his face, thumbing the scar under his eye, diving in for a deeper kiss and wrapping your arms around him. His heart begins to beat harder as you begin to feel his cock swelling up again from inside you.
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7 Anti LO Asks
1. Do you know what really gets my blood boiling about this comic? Persephone and Demeter's relationship.
In the myths, Demeter and Persephone loved each other more than anything. Their reunion is so important - it marked the coming of spring and growth. A whole cult was dedicated to this for crying out loud. Yes, the myths were far from perfect, but the Persephone and Demeter myth showed the strength of a loving mother-daughter relationship with Demeter searching endlessly to find her child that was ripped away and had her innocence forcibly taken.
Now, RS is not the only author to make Demeter this over-bearing mother type in order to put more positivity onto the Hades-Persephone relationship. However, RS takes this trend to a whole new level - to the point where I would even consider it misogyny.
How is it, she takes this beautiful mother-daughter relationship and makes it out to be an abusive and controlling one, and then takes the Hades-Persephone relationship from a forceful one to a loving, perfect relationship with no problems? How is it ok to ruin one relationship to elevate another?
I understand that many versions of the myth try to downplay Hades' actions, and even make it so Persephone actually falls in love with him and there is no rape. But it doesn't change that this relationship was problematic, and meant to represent the loss of innocence.
Then fans have the gall to claim this comic is feminist and then claim on top of that that Demeter and Persephone's relationship was the same in the myth? These fans clearly don't know the myths, and neither does RS.
Making Hades a good person is fine. Changing it up a bit to make Persephone's loss of innocence something else is also fine. But ruining Demeter and Persephone's relationship? Especially when Persephone has to spend half the year with her? So horrible. 
2. im sorry, but rachel cant introduce KRONOS coming back and then dropping it for several episodes to focus on a stake-less trail and persephone not knowing what lingerie to seduce hades in. like thats too much of an earth shaking development and huge stake plot point to just ignore for months to focus instead on something as minor as hxp's relationship, which only points out a huge flaw: why is hxp's relationship so minor in this? isnt the whole point supposed to be about them?
3. I think LO completely dropped the ball over Hades’ characterization. 
From the first ep I thought ok, this is good, we have some bones to see he’s not that lucky in love and is just tired and lonely, and while ignoring the creepy actions towards Persephone, I thought ok, Artemis hates him, Hestia hates, even Ares hates him, maybe once Persephone finally sees the underworld and probably gets to know him it’ll be a clever twist and they’ll be proven wrong. The underworld will turn out to be fair and just, the citizens will love Hades, he’ll be revealed to be a good leader and king and not like his brothers, it’ll be like everyone saying Hades of myth isn’t actually that bad, and it’ll help reinforce why this sweet and bubbly Persephone wants him, she sees the real him, not the mean rumors and assumptions, this is perfect.
And then it just didn’t happen. The exact opposite happened, actually.
We’re shown the LO underworld is cruel and unjust, where the poor dead are forced into slavery and Hades created a harsh class divide with him and him only on top, the citizens hate him, the underworld gods don’t trust him and openly seem ok if he’s taken out of power, he’s not a good leader and king and doesn’t even want the job yet keeps it for his own ego and grip of power m, and on top of it all he is just like his brothers, if not worse. He loves to get violent over any little slight against him, he hoards wealth and resources to enrich himself while his citizens starve and struggle to survive, he’s corrupt, he controls all the media and laws to bend to his will, sleeps with his brothers wife for centuries behind his back while claiming to be holier than thou, he has sex with his secretaries who are made dependent on him for any way to survive, and now he lusts after his barely legal intern who is also now dependent on him for her way to survive, and that’s only what I remember off the top of my head.
LO perfectly set up to prove Hades isn’t the devil or the false pop culture assumption that he’s evil and to show some actual facts from myth, and yet Rachel only ended up reinforcing exactly that and even making him even worse with her made up ideas, all while thinking having Persephone ignore or excuse it somehow makes it not bad or even a good thing. It’s honestly kind of impressive just how bad of writing that actually is. 
4. Chapter 172 is not that interesting. It’s setup had me excited to see Hephaestus and Hera and learning more about echo, but it’s cut so short. Because again the story can’t leave HXP out for 2 seconds.
I can also see why Zeus is gonna go insane. 
5. i agree w/ other anon. LO should have pulled a PJO or a BoZ and just made up OCs and have them interact with the gods than whatever Rachel thinks shes doing, which is lying she's being accurate and faithful while completely changing all of it, removing what is needed, and adding what isnt so that it lines up with no actual myth besides like, various 50 shades fanfic she read in 2015 and some popular tumblr text posts.
6 . the animation studio behind blood of zeus literally can only draw one face for the men and one face for the women and they were still able to make the gods all look distinct and hot while LO can't even bother to use more than 6 colors and can only have the women look as tiny as possible with the biggest boobs while the men are all just lego men.
7. ////FP SPOILERS////
Okay so like I stopped reading LO way back before season 1 ended, and a majority of my knowledge of the series comes from what I read here on your blog which is enough for me lol and I decided to read the latest 5 chapters just to see what's up (on zahard. I refuse to give the actual series any views)
And I just. Could not take the whole scene with Daphne running from Apollo seriously? The anatomy and art inconsistency was so distracting that i genuinely could not find it serious. Even when Thanatos discovers her hibernated body I couldn't take it seriously because of how she looked?
And when Hades had that call (??? Was it a call? Or his inner dialogue? I couldn't really tell ngl) with Zeus and said he's causing Persephone unnecessary distress, and that she didn't pose any threat. B!tch??? She killed a ton of mortals??? She has no control over her powers???? She's literally a fugitive for the aforementioned things??? She apparently woke Kronos up? (Idk if anyone knows about that, again my knowledge only spans to whatever I read here) Hello????
And I have a lot to say about the chapters starting the trial but I'll only mention one thing; Hades saying "I don't think blindly supporting my little brother would be doing him any favours (as a ruler)" had me cackling. This is coming from a guy blindly supporting a girl he's literally only known for a few weeks, who's like what, only recently turned 20? Sit tf down Hades you're not cool, you creepy ass overgrown smurf.
Overall I still hate this series lmao. Regarding art though I feel like I wouldn't be so miffed about the anatomy much if the character designs were consistent and the story was compelling. They literally change hairstyles and body types frame by frame, and it's distracting.
The timeline from what I read here is laughable. 4 years in publication with almost 200 chapters and you're telling me only like a month has passed canonically. That's wild and such poor writing.
And as someone who literally will sympathise with any lead character pretty quickly, the story makes me hate them. It makes me want to root against them. I also hate the fact this trash is somehow top ranked on webtoons when so many other stories are far better then it.
Anyway, many thanks to this blog for existing and allowing me to dump so much text here to vent out my hate for this series lmao. You the mvp fam, hope you're having a good day 🥂🥂🥂
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Can I Date You(r Character)? Chapter 3
The bedroom was empty.
As Adrien climbed down the ladder to Marinette’s bedroom, he saw the remnants of their game; cookie crumbs, leftover plates, endless amounts of dice and the bags they came in. Kagami and Alya’s notebooks took up a large chunk of space, as did Nino’s though they were hidden behind the screen he used whilst DM-ing.
He looked at all of it without really seeing it. No. His attention was drawn to his own dice set, the shimmering verdant shapes twinkled up at him. The d20 was still showing the natural twenty he’d rolled and his heart fluttered at the sight of it.
There was something so exciting, so refreshing about it all. Yes, Marinette was his closest friend, but to be dating her character in game was exhilarating. When he thought of himself as Rikan, he imagined Rikan’s shock at the True Love thing. But to Adrien it made perfect sense. Beyond it being a fairy tale themed game, so tropes like True Loves Kiss being present was obvious, Rikan had been falling for Kya ever since their campaign began. She was eloquent, almost regal, had the weight of the world on her shoulders but still took time to care for the smallest creatures. She was sweet and shy, yet fierce and determined. Plus, she loved her friends with everything she had.
It was kind of like she was a perfect blend of Marinette and Ladybug really. No wonder Rikan adored her.
“Looks like nobody’s back yet,” he replied as he sensed Marinette come up behind him. However, she didn’t seem to be focused on that. Her eyes were somewhere else, fixating on Luka’s guitar.
“I think we should talk to the rest of the group before we announce we’re dating,” Marinette said under her breath, her face pulled into a grimace. A split second later her eyes widened and she reeled backwards, away from Adrien, and began frantically waving her arms like one of those wacky waving inflatable tube characters. “Not you and me dating. I mean we- my- our characters. Rikan and Kya. We have to make sure everyone is ok with it. Especially our exes. Plus we want to make sure that they know we don’t want to turn this game into the Rikan and Kya show.”
Adrien stared, his mouth dropped open into a little o of surprise and, to be honest, no small amount of sheepishness. Leave it to her to think of the most obvious things whilst he was off gallivanting in his feelings and fantasies. What was he playing at? Rikan was meant to be a rogue character, not a bard! That was Luka’s job!
“Ah yeah, it would be a pretty rude thing if we didn’t talk to the others first,” Adrien agreed. “Thanks for having my back, I would have had egg on my face if I’d just randomly started RP-ing dating you in front of Kagami. And I don’t want to hurt her.”
And it was true. Dating Kagami, although it had been fun, had petered out when they realised they both weren’t what each other were looking for. Adrien couldn’t get Ladybug out of his head. Plus they were both so busy concentrating on their own lives and extra curriculars, they barely had time to message each other, let alone go on dates.
Besides, he always got the feeling Kagami knew he was hiding something from her. There was an undercurrent of tension, a string growing tighter and tighter until one day it snapped. But it snapped in the gentlest way possible. Mutually, they decided to remain friends.
It was strange. Neither of them were too broken up about it. To Adrien, that showed they weren’t right for each other. Kagami said there were “Right Ones” and “Right Ones For Now,” that they were the latter and there was nothing wrong with that.
“You can learn much from the relationships that don’t work out,” she had said before getting off the bench they’d broken up on and walking into the sunset. That had been the last time they’d met up as a couple.
That was years ago though. Adrien hoped they’d all moved on enough that it wouldn’t be an issue. After all, they were all adults now, or at least in that strange middle ground. It was the summer after leaving school but before entering university, so everything felt the same, yet forever changed at the same time. It was an odd place to be, but one thing was certain. Real adult life was in their grasp, so he couldn’t see Kagami and Luka being too upset about relationships they’d had when they were younger. They hadn’t been when the True Love’s Kiss topic came up anyway. If anything, they’d been encouraging.
“I think you could pull it off though,” Marinette giggled, snapping Adrien out of his past musings. “The egg on the face.”
Adrien thought about it for a moment. “I don’t know. I think if people saw me, they might crack up.”
Marinette’s giggles turned into full-on laughter and Adrien felt a pleasant warmth spread through him at the sound. She could be so anxious at times, though admittedly less so as they’d gotten older, and he cherished any moment she could feel relaxed around him.
“What’s this? I hear people having fun without me! How dare you!” Alya entered the room, poking her tongue out playfully. Marinette responded in kind just as the rest of the group entered the room.
“We brought up more snacks. Your dad just keeps feeding us. I may never leave,” Nino said, voice cracking with emotion at the extra assortment of pastries. “Can I be adopted and still keep my current parents? Can that work legally?”
“I don’t know, man, maybe roll a d20 and see,” Adrien replied right as Kagami said-
“I don’t believe such a law exists.”
Nino dove back onto his cushions, a cookie in his mouth as he rolled his red-and-blue swirled dice. “Come on d20, don’t let me down!”
He let go of the dice, peered forward with anticipation, then immediately tilted his head back with a groan. “I rolled a four!”
Luka, who’d already sat down, strummed a melancholy minor chord on his guitar, “Hard luck buddy.” The rest of the group offered similar sounds of condolence.
“I’ll still bring pastries to every game, no matter who hosts!” Marinette added, patting Nino’s cap.
Adrien watched the banter, feeling a wave of peace wash over him. It was like staring at a perfectly calm ocean as the sun went down, the sand beginning to cool after a scorching day. He couldn’t help but be forever grateful to Nino for starting this game. Much like being Chat Noir, playing Rikan gave him a sense of freedom and respite. But more than that, spending time with his friends like this? It was priceless.
Kagami settled back beside Luka, folding her legs gently, “Shall we continue?”
Alya cackled, throwing herself down. “Oh yeah, I’m dying to see how all of this is going to go down. How’s Kya going to react to the smoochies and stuff.”
There was a pause. Marinette turned to Adrien with a decisive look in her eye. A silent conversation passed between them and Adrien couldn’t help but admire how in sync they were already, almost like their characters had been dating forever.
Well, he thought, they have been working together for the past eleven sessions, or ten because of her curse, so it makes sense that it might have a positive effect out of game too I guess!
“Wait everyone,” Marinette began slowly, in a tactful yet unsure tone. “Before we start, there’s something we need to talk about. That is- Adrien and I- well we had a conversation just now and well um-” she trailed off, turning pink and staring at the ground.
Adrien felt a pang of sympathy for her. Wanting to make her as comfortable as possible about it, he grabbed her hand, swinging it playfully, and turned to the rest of the group with a beam.
“We’re dating!” He announced cheerfully.
It took a few seconds of stunned silence, and Marinette’s jaw dropping near the floor, for Adrien to realise he may have phrased it a bit awkwardly.
Before he, or anyone else could react however, Kagami leaned backward and linked her fingers with Luka’s. “Oh,” she replied, smiling at both Adrien and Marinette. “Well I am happy for you. But if we’re going to have complete transparency, you should also know that so are we.”
Adrien froze, his mind taking far too long to load any coherent thoughts. Wait...do they mean in the game too? Or...
A sudden blast of dramatic music filled the room, horns blaring so violently that most of the group jumped out of their skin. Marinette leapt backwards, bumping into Adrien’s chest and he grabbed her shoulder protectively. Why he needed to protect her from a brief blast of music, he had no idea, but the unconscious snap decision was made before he’d even properly processed what he was doing.
“Sorry! My bad!” Nino cried, using his phone to switch to more calming background music. He often set up his portable speakers to his heavily curated gaming playlist and had accidentally chosen a song meant for the fighting sections of their game.
“Hold on, hold on, hold on,” Alya replied after they’d all recovered. She sat up straighter, brushing her now shoulder-length hair behind her. “So you’re dating each other, and YOU’RE dating each other?” she asked, gesturing between the two couples.
“In game!” Marinette squeaked and it was good she’d recovered enough to speak, because Adrien was still trying to swallow his heart back down into his chest.  “We’re dating in game! We’ve decided our characters are going to romance each other. JUST our characters. Not us.”
Luka pressed his lips together, clearly trying not to laugh, though Adrien had no idea why. “For what it’s worth, Kagami and I meant out of game. We’re dating for real.” He turned to Kagami and gave her a smile, one she returned fully.
As the group came forward to congratulate the new couple, Adrien hung back. Instead, his attention focused on Marinette. Wondering how she was reacting to the fact their exes were dating, he searched for any sign she might be upset. He was unsure why he was worried that she’d be down about the news.
I don’t want Marinette to be sad about anything, he thought to himself. I don’t want her to feel hurt.
That seemed like a good enough reason to him, so he left it at that. Although there was a tiny knot of worry in the back of his mind which didn’t dissipate at that reasoning, something told him not to work at it, to leave the knot tied up where it was.  
The worries were null and void as Marinette, though she was shocked at first, recovered quickly. Her eyes lit up as she gushed, offered congratulations and began asking questions. Adrien let out the tiniest sigh of relief.
“Only the past few months or so,” Kagami answered Marinette’s question just as Adrien faded back into the conversation. “We wanted to see if things would go anywhere before telling you.”
“I think it’s great!” Adrien added, offering them both a thumbs up before settling on his cushions. “I’m glad it’s going somewhere then, if you’re telling us.”
Kagami gave Luka’s hand a squeeze, the tip of her nose turning pink, spreading out to her cheeks. “It is,” she confirmed. Luka beamed, shifting closer to her whilst careful not to bump his guitar into her shoulder.
Feeling a slight tingling on the back of his neck, Adrien glanced up to see Marinette watching him. As soon as she noticed him noticing her, she quickly looked away and came to sit by his side.
For a split second, Adrien felt his heart pounding in his ears.
“Ok!” Nino called, rubbing his hands together. “We have some things to discuss…”
The conversation moved on naturally to the topic of romance in a roleplay game such as Dungeons and Dragons. There were certain risks and pitfalls to avoid when roleplaying what could be such a delicate topic as love or romance. The threat of people's comfort zones being tested was a very real thing that any good Dungeon Master would want to avoid.
It was lucky, Adrien thought, that they had such a kind and considerate DM. Nino led the discussion beautifully. Adrien watched with no small amount of admiration as Nino talked about comfort levels, reaffirming what Marinette brought up earlier about making sure everyone got a good amount of focus as a player whilst realistically discussing how that might work in a game. There might be some sessions that focus on one character's backstory over anothers, but that didn’t mean that it would be the case the whole time.
He asked if Luka and Kagami wanted to be a couple in-game and, when they rejected the offer (it wasn’t where their characters were going), moved swiftly on to how far they all wanted to take romance.
“So we’ve already agreed on some things before the campaign began, I know. But now that romance with players is a reality rather than just a possibility that could come up, I wanted to kind of reaffirm those boundaries we talked about,” Nino explained. He pushed up his glasses, staring at each of them in turn. His tone was serious, but soft and borderline teacher-like. Adrien leaned in subconsciously, hanging on his every word. “Generally speaking most campaigns that I’ve seen have a fade-to-black when it comes to romance.”
“Fade to black?” Adrien asked innocently whilst Marinette choked on the tea Alya had brought up for her. Without thinking, he reached up and gave her back a series of gentle pats.
Nino turned to him, peering over the DM screen. “Yeah. If your characters ever decide to,” and here was where Nino stumbled. His cheeks darkened and he fumbled over his words, going a bit shy. “You know, if they ever want to, you know if they go there .”
Adrien frowned. He understood the basic concept of a fade-to-black, like a scene transition that skipped over something. Still, his mind was drawing a blank as he tried thinking of any areas of the map where couples could travel to do something romantic, but in such a way that it would require a scene skip. Maybe if they eloped to the mystical chapel at the top of the Luminus Mountains, right to the very north of the kingdom? That would be a long journey and would probably require a time skip if they were to follow the “every player gets equal amounts of attention” and “lets not make it the Rikan and Kya show” rules.
A quick scan of the room showed his friends were not at the same level of confusion he was. In fact, they all seemed painfully aware of something that he wasn’t clued in on. Whilst Luka, Alya and Kagami seemed to be pretty relaxed with the topic, Nino looked mildly panicked and Marinette-
Marinette’s face was buried in her hands. The tips of her ears were bright red. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he could hear a faint, high-pitched whine emanating from behind her hands.
And then the penny dropped.
“Oh,” Adrien’s eyes widened. He leaned backwards, unsure what to do with his hands. Was it hot in Marinette’s room? It definitely felt hotter. Fiddling with his shirt collar, which had grown tighter in the past few seconds, Adrien stared down at his dice set. His earlier natural 20 winked up at him and he swallowed thickly. “I don’t- we haven’t really discussed. Rikan and Kya- we only just decided that our characters should date, not- not- you know-”
“I know!” Nino replied quickly, waving his hand. “This is just future stuff. It’s easier to discuss it now, clear the air, establish boundaries beforehand rather than be ambushed in the moment.”
He faced Marinette with something like regret crossing his face. Marinette took her hands away from her face and she shook her head at Nino, in a way that seemed to indicate a previous conversation was had.
Adrien started to worry. Had Marinette felt ambushed in any way? By the True Love's Kiss? By Adrien himself when he first mentioned Rikan’s feelings for Kya? She’d said she was flustered but he’d taken that to be a good thing, surprised yes, but in a nice way. And hadn’t she admitted that Kya liked Rikan too? Even so...if she’d felt even the slightest bit uncomfortable because of him-
Before he had a chance to address those concerns, Alya swooped in with some much needed confidence, breaking the tension. “I mean it’s like watching a movie with your family and a raunchy scene pops up? It’s awkward for everybody. Nobody wants that. Well I guess some groups might, but not us. But smoochies, romantic declarations, hand holding, stuff you’d find in any YA novel? I’m down to see that play out,” she sighed, resting her elbow on her knee and putting her chin in her hand. “Almost makes me sad I don’t get any love interest.”
Adrien watched a twinkle form in Nino’s eye and wondered what new ideas he’d formed for Alya’s character, Sorrow.
“So we all agree on a fade-to-black?” Nino confirmed. Everyone nodded. “Great, then I think we’ve all cleared the air. Let's get on with the game already.”
His declaration was met with cheers. It took a few moments for everyone to get settled. Adrien crossed his legs, hands gripping his knees, as he waited to see what commentary Nino had in store for them.
“So,” Nino began, voice dropping into his casually storyteller voice. Adrien noticed that Nino’s DM voice was similar to the one he used when describing a new song he’d written, or the lyrical genius of his favourite bands. It drew you into his world, his mind, instantly. “You’ve all gathered in the good witch’s home with Rikan, having successfully woken up Kya with a True Love's Kiss”- here Nino was interrupted by Alya’s whooping and he himself chuckled awkwardly under his breath- “the rest of you watch as Kya slowly comes back into consciousness.”
“Kya,” Nino turned to Marinette. “As you open your eyes you find yourself sitting in a hard wooden chair, in a setting unfamiliar to you. Rikan is standing above you, the rest of the group behind him.”
Adrien watched Marinette close her eyes, taking a deep breath as she switched to Kya’s point of view. When she opened her eyes, a sheen of panic washed over her and that’s when Adrien knew she’d stepped into the role of Kya. He watched, enthralled.
“I’m going to leap up out of the chair, like I’m reacting to the evil witch firing at me, and start casting a spell,” she said.
“WAIT WAIT HOLD ON!” the rest of the group began crying out to her, waving their arms frantically as Kya raised her own. Marinette froze as she looked at the group, half caught between aggression and confusion.
“Girl it’s ok, you were cursed by the witch and fell asleep because of it, but we brought you back see?” Sorrow said. Alya rested a comforting hand on Marinette’s arm. It made sense for her to approach Kya, since Sorrow was her long lost childhood friend. “It’s ok. I think you might be a bit err- befuddled.”
Marinette lowered her arms and realisation dawned on her face. “Oh,” she paused. “Did you all defeat the witch? Were any of you hurt too?”
“We made sure she could never kidnap another child, yes,” Annabeth confirmed and Kagami nodded her head.
“And nobody was hurt enough that I couldn’t heal them,” Leif confirmed, Luka strummed his guitar with a happy chord and wiggled his eyebrows. Leif was a little bit more tricksy than Luka was, but was always honest and did his best to comfort others in a crisis. Usually he tried to make them laugh through his music.
Marinette lowered her head, staring at the ground. Her hands balled up into fists. It seemed like Kya wasn’t up to reacting to any music. “That’s good,” she replied bluntly, her voice going small.
Pressing his lips together, Adrien looked around at the group. In his mind, he searched for something for Rikan to say. But Rikan’s whole world had shifted irrevocably. There was a girl standing in front of him, a girl he’d only known a short while but long enough apparently to feel  True Love for. A curse-breaking love.
How the hell did he even go about talking about it? Adrien himself had been so ready for Rikan and Kya to be together, to date. But now, roleplaying Rikan reacting to those revelations was a very different and complicated reality. There was elation, wonderment, admiration. These were all emotions Rikan felt. But there was also fear.
Out-of-game, Marinette had reassured him that Kya wouldn’t be mad about the kiss. But Rikan didn’t know that, so he would roleplay true to what his character knew, not what Adrien himself knew.
“Are you ok, Kya?” Luka’s bard, Leif, asked her. Leif as a character, was blessed with good passive perception, meaning that he could pick up on things other characters might miss. “You seem upset.”
“Hmm?” Kya replied. Marinette shook her head as if she was lost in thoughts, and trying to force herself out of it. “Yeah, just a little disorientated.”
“IIIIIIINSIGHT CHECK!” Alya yelled out, breaking character and causing everyone to laugh.
“Ok, ok, roll for it,” Nino encouraged in between giggles.
Alya picked up her dice. If she rolled well, Sorrow would be able to tell whether or not Kya was telling the truth. She rolled her dice into the middle and gave a little fist pump. “Fifteen!”
Nino gestured for Marinette to reveal what Kya’s true feelings were. Although Adrien knew that this information would only affect Sorrow’s knowledge in-game, he still wanted to hear what Kya was thinking, so he silently celebrated Alya’s success.
“Yeah Kya isn’t doing so well emotionally and she’s trying to cover it up,” Marinette confirmed, scratching her head. “She’s super upset and beating herself up right now.”
“So Sorrow, you get a sense of all of that, based on your years spent playing and growing up alongside Kya, that she’s not being completely honest,” Nino added. “And whilst this happening, the good witch is going to hobble towards the middle of where you’re all congregated.”- here, Nino’s voice turned into an ancient, crackly one- “Well now I’m impressed. You managed to defeat that old hag that’s been scaring off family business for months. If you’re in the business of helping strangers out, I know someone who might be willing to offer you a fair bit of coin…”
This, Adrien thought, was a perfect opportunity. His whole body began to tingle with anticipation as he finally spoke up. “As you’re speaking, Rikan is going to tap Annabeth on the shoulder and just mutter ‘will you let us know what we miss?’”
It took Kagami a few seconds to catch on but, once she did, Annabeth whispered to Rikan. “Ok, but be back soon.”
Adrien nodded, then turned to Kya. “Hey, could I speak with you outside? Alone?”
“Ooooooh!” Alya catcalled and Adrien genuinely couldn’t tell whether it was in character or not. Both seemed plausible.
Marinette-as-Kya nodded her head.
“Ok so I’m going to lead her just outside the cottage, not far. Is there anyone around to overhear us? I kind of want us to have privacy,” Adrien asked Nino.
“Make a perception check and see,” Nino replied.
Adrien rolled, then scrunched up his face. “Seven?” he said, cringing.
Nino shrugged in that way he did which usually suggested a failed roll. “Sorry dude. I mean, as best as you can tell? The road outside is quiet. It’s getting on in the day. There are a few people passing by but you wouldn’t be able to tell if they could hear you.”
Sighing, Adrien ran a hand back through his hair.
“Rikan, what’s this about?” Kya asked him, snapping Adrien back into the moment with her. Adrien turned, his eyes met Marinette’s blue ones, and his breath was stolen by the way she was looking at him. Eyes wide, earnest, trusting.
She deserved the truth about what happened.
“So I just wanted to umm, to talk about what happened,” Rikan explained, coughing. “Well after you got hit with that sleeping curse, that good witch in there helped us find the solution and- you know- we- I had to. Well I didn’t HAVE to but I wanted to. I mean I didn’t WANT to whilst you were sleeping I just. Oh my god why is this so hard?”
Yeah , Adrien thought, why IS it so hard? Adrien himself had confessed to Ladybug countless times as Chat Noir. Granted he hadn’t done that as they’d gotten older, and learned to respect her boundaries more. The words had always fallen from his lips so easily. Why was it so hard for him to get them out as Rikan?
Nino had told them all that their characters might surprise them, but he hadn’t really understood that. Surely he’d be in control of a character he created right? Turns out that wasn’t totally the case.
Marinette broke character to ask Nino a question. “Would I have knowledge of this type of curse and how they’re broken?”
After Marinette rolled a successful arcana check, Nino confirmed that, because of her being raised in her druidic clan, Kya would have had access to such knowledge.
Marinette nodded and then seamlessly switched back into her conversation with Rikan. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. “You don’t mean to tell me that you- that you kissed me awake?”
Adrien’s whole body grew hot again. As Rikan, he nodded in confirmation “Yeah,” he said, sinking into himself. “I’m...sorry?”
Kagami clicked her tongue, Alya muttered “boy” exasperatedly under her breath. Adrien barely heard them.
Puffing out her cheeks, Marinette leaned back on her palms and exhaled deeply. “Well,” she uttered after a short pause, “I mean. You are a thief. Guess it makes sense you’d steal my first kiss.”
Luka chuckled under his breath whilst Adrien, and by extension Rikan, began to splutter. “H-hey! I’m not a thief anymore! I only did it to get by and- wait,” his finger, which he’d been passionately waving, froze. “That was your first kiss?”
Kya shrugged. “Guess so,” she replied. “And I don’t blame you for it. It was my fault for being so weak.”
A shadow crossed her face, darkened her features to the point Adrien (not Rikan) grew worried about Marinette. Did Marinette think herself as weak? Or was she that good at acting? He wouldn’t put it past her, she was so incredibly talented in other areas after all.
“Hey, that’s not true,” he replied, both as himself and Rikan. “You’re way stronger than anyone I know.”
Marinette turned her head away from the group and down to the ground. Her face scrunched up. “Yeah? If I was stronger I should have been able to deflect the curse. I should have stopped it and made sure everyone else was safe.”
“Kya-”
“My people are depending on me!” Marinette’s head snapped up and the wind was knocked out of Adrien when he saw very real tears form in her eyes, spilling out onto her cheeks. “Our forest is dying , it’s been dying for years and they trained me from infancy so I could go out in the world and find a solution. I’m supposed to be strong . I’m supposed to be the one people look to for answers. I’m supposed to fix things and heal things. If I can’t even defend myself enough to protect my friends, how on Earth am I going to save my clan?”
A memory flashed in his mind. From a long time ago...
“If I’d captured Stoneheart's akuma the first time around, none of this would have happened! I knew I wasn’t the right one for this job…”
All of his suspicions were correct. Marinette was amazingly creative and insightful; to be able to bring about those feelings that actual real-life superheroes had faced and play them in a realistic manner was incredible.
But that wasn’t at the forefront of his thoughts; it was merely another token in the Marinette Is Amazing machine living rent-free in his mind.
No. Rikan had the helm. And all he was thinking was GIRL CRYING. GIRL I LOVE CRYING. HOW FIX?!
Without stopping to think about it, Adrien reached up and brushed the tears from Marinette’s cheeks. She froze.
“That is not true,” he replied earnestly. Rikan’s words came easily this time, as he’d said something similar in the past “And you’re worth far more than just what you can do for others. You are brave, braver than me. I had the weight of my family's expectations on me too and what did I do? I ran away from them. I hid and became a lowly, though admittedly super cool, thief. You? You didn’t. You are everything I’m not. You’re brave, and selfless, and true. You see a world that needs help, people who need help, and you go out of your way to help them. But even more than that, you're funny and kind and caring and creative. You’re just… just beautiful. Inside and out. That and more is why I fell in love with you.”
He took her hand and pressed it to his chest, hoping she could hear his heart. He leaned in, so that their noses almost touched. “That’s why the curse broke,” he whispered, and closed his eyes, leaned in even more...
“Adrien?”
His eyes jerked open and he pulled himself back.
It was Nino who’d spoken, breaking the spell surrounding him and Marinette.
“You spilled your tea,” Nino pointed out.
Adrien stared down at the ground, staring beyond the spilled tea as he imagined wooden panels beneath swallowing him up. He could barely stand to look at anyone. Unable to wrap his head around the way his heart beat wildly, how he could barely breathe, how his whole body felt numb and yet on fire at the same time, he concentrated on moving away from the tea, and Marinette.
“Sorry!” he laughed, high-pitched and wavering, not convincing anyone. “Got caught up in the moment.”
He continued to laugh and, whilst he was fairly certain that his friends around him were playfully teasing him about it, he didn’t hear a word. He’d been so wrapped up in the moment, so wrapped up in the roleplay, that he’d almost kissed Marinette.
Had anyone else noticed? They were talking and Kagami was going to fetch some paper towels, so he guessed they hadn’t. But had Marinette? He couldn’t even look at her to see if she had.
Adrien thought about the way her skin flushed pink as he’d brushed away her tears, how her lips had parted as he- as Rikan had confessed his true feelings. He thought about the way her long hair had tickled the back of his hand, and how he’d almost ran his hands through it.
After the game was over he needed to have a talk with Nino or something. This was so strange. He hadn’t expected Rikan’s feelings to overwhelm him so completely and, if it was going to mean him making mistakes like almost kissing his best friend, he needed to make sure that didn’t happen. How could he live with himself if he kissed an unwilling Marinette? Being caught up in the roleplay was no excuse to violate her boundaries. Adrien refused to let that happen.
The idea killed him more than he expected, but maybe it was best if they didn’t sit side-by-side anymore.
Still unable to look at Marinette, Adrien watched as Kagami re-entered the room and offered him paper towels. After he’d mopped up the mess, Nino gestured for Adrien and Marinette to continue the scene.
Adrien shifted backwards, trying to put as much distance between himself and Marinette as possible.
“Rikan, I… you know I can’t do this right? I know we had a True Love's Kiss, but I don’t know if I can be with anyone,” Marinette spoke and, truth be told, Adrien was unsure if Rikan’s heart began to break or his own did. “There’s so much I have to do. I don’t know that I can commit to anything. Or anyone”
No-one must know.
I love someone else.
I’m sorry Chat Noir, we just can’t be together.
Adrien smiled painfully, closing his eyes and lifting his head to the ceiling. “That’s ok,” Rikan uttered. “I’m willing to wait. You’re worth it.”
He took a deep breath, staring back at Nino. Next to Nino, he noticed Alya’s hands pressed against her mouth, her head shaking a silent no as if in denial that this could be happening.
“I expected more smoochies!” she cried, her chin wobbling. Adrien couldn’t help but sympathise.
“I’m walking back towards the cottage,” he confirmed.
Before he could completely finish his sentence, however, Marinette cried out. “Rikan! Wait!”
The whole group leaned in. Without thinking, Adrien looked back to Marinette.
He didn’t see a girl looking at him in disgust for almost kissing her without her consent. There were no more tears pooling in her eyes. No. Instead Marinette stared at him, fierce. Determined. Like she’d made a decision.
“I walk up to him and I kiss him,” she said firmly.
The group began hooting and catcalling but, once again, the world faded away until it was just him and Marinette. His minds eye pictured it perfectly; a quiet cobbled street on the edge of a tiny town, a cottage behind him. Kya grabbing his arm to stop him moving away from her, pulling him down into a kiss; throwing caution and family expectations to the wind.
She chose him.
She chose Rikan.
She chose love.
And Adrien was going to do everything in his power to make Rikan as strong as possible, to make him as kind and as considerate and understanding as he could be. He was going to be the best romantic partner Kya could ask for, so that she never regretted her decision to trust him with her heart.
Speaking of hearts, his own one panged with something like longing, and something like wish fulfillment. Even if it was a fantasy, this was a chance he’d never been given before. This was a chance Ladybug had never been able to give him, whether she’d wanted to or not (and there were times Chat thought that maybe she had). Because life wasn’t a fairy tale DnD romance and, in the real world, responsibilities to the city would always come first.
But here? Here True Love really could conquer all.
And he was going to cherish that with every fibre of his being.
Marinette shrugged, a cheeky twinkle in her eye even as her face turned pinker and pinker. “What? You stole my first kiss. I was just stealing one of yours. Fairs fair.”
Adrien beamed. “Does that mean?”
“I guess… I don’t want to lose you. You mean a lot to me and I- I’m scared ok?”
“I know,” Rikan admitted. “I am too. But you’ll never lose me, and that’s a promise.”
Sensing a natural end to the conversation, Nino leaned back on his palms and took off his cap. “So are you two…”
Adrien and Marinette nodded and Rikan and Kya went back into the cottage holding hands.
Nino flipped the session to Leif, Annabeth and Sorrow’s point of view as they had a conversation with the Witch. This was a conversation Rikan and Kya had missed, so Adrien felt like he should be listening because he was sure they wouldn’t go over it again, they would just say that the rest of the group caught Rikan and Kya up once they returned to the cottage.
But his attention wandered. Thoughts of Marinette’s pink lips haunted him. Only then did he realise that he was holding Marinette’s hand in real life too. He gave her hand the faintest of brushes with his thumb, his stomach flipping when Marinette shyly responded in kind.
Something was off. Something was shifting. The line between fantasy was blurring in a way which had Adrien scared, confused and yet strangely exhilarated. Did this go beyond Rikan? Was he starting to have feelings for Marinette in real life?
No. That couldn’t be possible. They’d known each other for years. He would’ve known if he liked Marinette that way a long time ago. Just as he’d done with Ladybug. He would have experienced that lightning flash, that thunderbolt of realisation.
But, as he continued to hold Marinette’s hand and she showed no signs of pulling away either, he had to wonder.
Was he mistaken?
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For @adrinetteapril day 19: You’re Beautiful!
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tomurasprincess · 4 years
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A Caged Dove Part 1 (Shouto Todoroki x Reader)
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Summary: You are a princess from a smaller territory within the kingdom, summoned to the castle to meet with the heir of the throne in the absence of your parents. You think it will simply be a routine trip, until you realize that Prince Shouto has his own plans for you. Whether you agree with them or not. 
Pairing: Prince Shouto Todoroki x Reader Rating: T+ for this chapter, but E+ for future ones. Chapter Warnings: Yandere themes, obsession, suggestion of forced marriage Series Warnings:  noncon, dubcon, breeding, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stalking, yandere Word Count: 2k+ Note: My entry for @bnhabookclub event! Fairy tale AU (although more Grimm than Disney.) I am extremely excited to be doing something for this, and for joining the Discord soon. This idea really struck my muse until I decided to give it a shot, and it blossomed into a multi-chapter fic. I hope you guys like it! Thank You: To @thewheezingwyvern, who discussed this idea with me for hours and then screeched at me for hours more to woman up and actually do it. You only had to screech an average of 9 times before I started, so this is a new record. @jojosmilktea, thank you for making the gorgeous banner for me! I am but a humble peasant compared to your banner making, and must bow to the queen. 
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You don’t think you’ve ever felt so nervous before, standing outside the throne room of the royal Todoroki family. You had received a missive just a few days ago, summoning you immediately to the castle for an audience with Prince Todoroki himself, heir to the throne of the kingdom.
It was not often that someone of your class had an audience with the Crown Prince, so although you have received a full education and are quite knowledgeable in matters of the Court, you cannot help but be nervous nevertheless. An occasion like this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, something that can make or break a noble family, especially one of the lesser noble families such as yours.
You fuss with your outfit one more time, trying to look your best and distract yourself when the doors finally open. One of the royal guards walks out from the throne room and motions you forward. “This way, Princess. His Royal Highness is ready to see you.”
You give a quick nod and begin to walk through the doors to the throne room, your bodyguard trailing behind you, when you hear the royal guard speak up.
“You have been instructed to see His Royal Highness without bodyguards, Princess.”
You pause for a second before glancing over to your bodyguard who gives you an imperceptible shake of the head, indicating that he does not want you to go alone. You wave him off and continue to the throne room. You’re in the heart of the royal palace, you think to yourself, you will be fine.
As you enter the huge double doors to the throne room, what you see in there almost stops you in your tracks. The splendor and beauty of this room is like nothing you have ever seen before. The room itself is huge, with tall ceilings that stretch up to beautiful domes. Statues of previous rules line the walls which are inlaid with what looks like pure gold.
And at the end of the room, sitting in a massive throne, sits Prince Shouto Todoroki himself. You have never seen him in person before, and you realize the gossip of his beauty were not exaggerated. His hair is two toned, cut down the middle with one side being white and one side being red. His eyes are the same, the piercing nature of them staring into what feels like your very soul.
He does not take his eyes off of you the entire time it takes you to walk to his throne, leaving you to feel off balance at the intensity you find in them. You barely remember to drop your gaze, the weight of them almost too hard to look away from.
You finally make it to the throne, stopping a respectable length away from him and falling into a deep curtsy to show your respect. As you bring yourself upright, you wait for him to say the first words.
“Ah, I am very glad that you could make it, Princess. I hope you had a pleasant journey.” Well of course I made it, you think, I had no choice but to answer the Crown Prince’s summon.
You push the thought down and give a gracious nod. “Of course, I am honored to meet you, Your Highness.”
“I was informed that your parents were called away on urgent business, and as such, could not make it today.”
“That is correct, Your Highness, which is why I was sent in their place as ambassador for our territory.” You are momentarily surprised he knows this information so quickly, but you suppose it makes sense for the royal family to be so well connected.
“I remember meeting with them several times while checking on the state of the country with my parents. They seemed like very kind people. I do hope it is nothing serious.”
You remember this occasion well. Your territory is important, but still minor in comparison to the royal family. A visit from them was a huge deal, and there had been preparation done for months before they ever arrived. You met Prince Shouto there very briefly, and it was an encounter you never forgot. He seemed like the very picture of the perfect prince, and you admit to having an almost schoolgirl crush on him.
“Ah, but I am sure you want me to get to the point. You must be concerned as to why you were summoned here today.”
You consider denying that you are nervous, but you think better of lying. “I will admit that I am a little nervous, yes. Someone of my rank is not often summoned by the Crown Prince.”
“Of your rank? You do not give yourself enough credit.” He gives you a small smile. “I have summoned you here for a proposal, after all.”
A proposal? Your heart drops into your stomach as you hear the word proposal. Surely he doesn’t mean…? But it is confirmed by his next sentence, as he sees the confusion on your face.
“Yes, that kind of proposal,” he chuckles, “I am sure you have heard the rumors that I am seeking a wife.”
You had, in fact, heard the rumors. But you had written it off as just that, rumors. Or, even if it was more than that, something that ultimately did not concern you or your family. There were far more suitable matches for the heir to the throne, after all.
The Todoroki family ruled the country with a fair hand and were well loved by everyone, and as such, were constantly called to mediate over disputes and enforce laws. The best match for the Crown Prince would have been one of the more troubled territories, perhaps even another country. Something that would help secure more alliances for the country.
“I don’t -- I’m not sure I understand,” you trail off, before remembering yourself at the last minute, “Your Highness.”  
If he notices your almost slip up, he says nothing and simply continues. “Did your parents not mention it to you?”
You quickly shake your head. “Mention what, your Highness?”
“I requested permission to court your hand in marriage, and your parents agreed.”
The shock of such a casual statement has you reeling. Why would he be courting you, and furthermore, why would your parents have agreed? They were nobility, yes, but they were simple people who were content with their lot in life. They never would have wanted you thrown into the atmosphere of court life.
“But why wouldn’t they mention anything to me about this, my lord?”
You realize belatedly that you did not address him correctly, and a rush of embarrassment hits you at losing your manners in such a way. You worry that you’re going to be kicked out of the castle in disgrace at this rate.
But he simply gives you a smile and ignores your faux pas, a smile that should put you at ease but instead simply makes you feel on edge. You’re being ridiculous, you think to yourself, he is from a family of kind hearted and fair people. Nothing is going to happen to you besides a little social embarrassment.
“One of your retainers mentioned they had been called out with little notice, correct? I imagine they were about to tell you, but the emergency caused them to forget in their haste to deal with the situation.”
His voice and words are reasonable, but something about this situation seems off. Your parents are not forgetful, and are known as some of the most reliable in the country. This level of emergency was unusual as well, for both of your parents to be away at the same time. You were not generally left alone to deal with the ruling of your territory. And then to be summoned by the Crown Prince himself, with a marriage proposal at that...all of your noble training has your instincts screaming at you.
But your noble training also demands that you not bring up any of this to your superiors. “Of course, Your Highness,” you say as you curtsy a bit, “that sounds very possible.”
“Then you will accept?” He is obviously asking a question, but his tone says otherwise, the iron in his voice making it obvious that there is only one correct answer to this question.
“This is all happening very fast, Your Highness,” you desperately try to reason, “may I have enough time to think it over?” You are being thrown into a situation that you are not prepared to handle, and if you could only delay things just a bit until your parents got back, then things can still go okay.
“No, you may not.” But your hope is instantly dashed. “You will give me your answer before you leave this room.” This time, it’s not even phrased as a question. A sliver of fear slides up your spine at the way he’s acting, at all of the breaches of formality that he’s abandoning. There is something horribly wrong here, and yet nothing you can do about it.
“I am not asking you to marry me tomorrow. Simply consent to allow me to court you.” He stands up from his throne at this as he begins to walk towards you. You’re aware of just how tall he is as he moves towards you, until he’s standing far too close for propriety's sake.  
“I - I just,” you stammer a bit, cringing internally at the breach of your own sense of formality that is now occurring. But everything about this meeting is not normal, and you have been thrown off balance too much to respond quickly. “I apologize for my manners. Of course I consent, Your Highness.”
You find yourself staring into those deep, heterochromatic eyes, not wanting to look away but knowing that you have to. When you finally find the strength, he grabs you by the chin, his hand being far too cool against your heated skin. Shock runs through your system as you’re forced to meet the eyes of Prince Shouto, who is staring at you with an emotion that you just can’t seem to place no matter how hard you try.
“Since I’m going to be courting you, Princess,” he whispers to you as he trails a finger down your jawline, “why don’t we just skip formalities? Call me Prince Shouto.”
Your eyes widen at the implication of calling him that, something that only family may call the heir to the throne. He wants this to already be a done deal, but there has to be some way to still get out of this. The Royal Todoroki family would never force anyone into marriage. You just need to play along a little longer until you can think of a way out of this.
“Of course, Prince Shouto,” you say, and you watch his face light up. He looks almost boyish when he smiles, no longer quite the severe prince that he truly is, and for a second you feel glad at putting that smile on his face as you remember the meeting with him years ago. But you come back to the reality of the situation quickly and scold yourself for behaving like a doey eyed schoolgirl.
“Then it’s settled,” he steps back from you, although he looks reluctant to do so. “I have prepared you a room in the south wing of the castle, and you will have attendants waiting there to take care of any need you may have. Someone will pick up tomorrow at brunch, and I expect you to be ready.”
“What do you want me ready for,” you ask cautiously.
“I wish to show you around the castle, of course. If this is to be your home, then you need to familiarize yourself with it. And it will be a good way for us to get to know each other better, don’t you think?”
“Then I’ll be ready, my --- Prince Shouto,” you instantly correct yourself at the last minute. But his smile widens when he hears you say “my prince,” like it pleases him. He gives a quick nod and a gesture at the door to indicate that you are free to go. But as you turn away to walk to the door, you miss the way his smile turns victorious, a dark chuckle rising from his chest as he sits back down on his throne.
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scripturiends · 3 years
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stole all the air from my atmosphere
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Summary: Han Joonhwi thinks maybe pulling all-nighters wasn’t so bad after all, even when you’ve practically finished studying ages ago.
Rating: T
Word count: 1,577
Notes: Inspired by a poem by Timothy Joshua. And totally optional, but I recommend listening to this song while reading.
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Hey, all. Thanks for waiting patiently for an update. This fic is in response specifically to a request I received here. I know a lot of people have been requesting for a sequel to ‘gave me no compasses, gave me no signs’ as well; truthfully, I’m not sure if this fic is in the same ‘universe’ as that one — all I can definitively say is that this still follows the canon. So, I’ll leave it up to you to decide if it’s the same timeline or not. I have a lot of fic ideas lined up for an “official” sequel, anyway. ;) 
The Solhwi brain rot just gets more potent as we anticipate the new episodes — I absolutely love receiving plot ideas from all of you, and while it’s a challenge to interpret it in my own way, I still hope that it’s on par with your expectations. As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts and comments. You can send me a message anytime too! I know I say this often, but your continued support really really keeps me motivated to write. Would love to make new friends as well, if we can help it.
Okay, the note is getting too long now. As usual, the fic is under the cut, and all mistakes in this fic are mine. Enjoy! 
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There was that moment, when you stole all the air from my atmosphere; when my heart pounded within the might of all the planets.
It’s the third time Han Joonhwi has bit his tongue in the past ten minutes, attempting to stifle his oncoming yawns, trying not to cause any disturbance. He fights his drowsiness as best as he can, hoping that his companion wouldn’t notice — and yet, as his luck would have it, the moment he couldn’t hold it in any longer just so happened to be the exact same moment the person next to him lifted her nose from the book it was buried in.
Without looking at him, she flips another page. Tone commanding but masked with concern, Kang Sol mumbles, “Just go to bed already.”
So much for being lowkey, he thought. Joonhwi stretches himself awake, thinking of the perfect response: casual enough to make it look like he doesn’t care, but caring enough that she wouldn’t push him away. “Not until you’re done,” he finalizes.
Sol scoffs, tossing her pen lightly on the table. “You don’t even take this class.” 
Well, of course he knew that. But Kang Sol A — truthfully, he prefers to omit the distinction: no matter how many Kang Sols there are in Korea, or hell, even in the entire world, he’s only got eyes for one — is not getting anything out of him. If getting Joonhwi to admit his true feelings was her goal, she’s far from reaching it.
“You know why I’m here,” he sidetracked. 
Unconvinced, she turns to him with a provoking look, and Joonhwi already knows she’s about to go on a long-winded rant. “Yeah, yeah, I do,” she started. “You want to hang out with me but instead of just asking like a normal person, you make up this lame excuse about how I need to study even though I was already planning on doing that anyway. You practically finished studying ages ago so you just sitting there doing nothing is really rubbing salt in my wounds.” 
He watches her with both his hands on his head, suppressing a smile. Finding an opening, Sol pushes his chest lightly. “I don’t need you here. Get out.” 
She said it so weakly that he knows there’s no way she could have meant it. Making sure she doesn’t lose her balance, Joonhwi quickly takes hold of her wrists and gently places them back on the table. “You talk too much,” he breathed. 
Sol purses her lips in annoyance and propped her chin up with her hand. “Yeah, well, that’s why you’re dating me,” she pouted.
If she keeps putting him in his place like this, he might actually have to walk out, but not for the reasons she’d expect him to, like his supposed exhaustion. Joonhwi knows Sol doesn’t do this on purpose, but she naturally has a way of making him flustered, and he’s trying really hard not to lose his cool right now. 
She stomps her feet lightly on the ground, groaning. “This is too difficult,” she complains, leaning her head on Joonhwi’s shoulder. 
Really, really hard.
It’s funny how Sol can say something one minute and then completely contradict it by the next. She says she doesn’t need him there, but clings onto him like her life depended on it. Not that Joonhwi was complaining — but he does want to have a little fun with her. He wanted to stir her a bit with something like, I thought you didn’t need me here? He knows she hates being called out for snappy remarks that she only ever means as a joke.
But a quick glance at Sol, in her favorite pajamas and one of Joonhwi’s sweaters, on the very rare occasions she has her hair down, bangs falling on her eyes, Joonhwi decided against it. Her vulnerability shouldn’t be treated with ridicule; it should be met with an equal amount of softness. After all, no one else but Joonhwi gets to see Sol like this — he finds that as a privilege which shouldn’t be taken for granted. 
“Okay.” He gives in. “Let me have a look.”
Joonhwi holds his palm out to ask for the reading material, which, as usual, Sol rejects. “Didn’t we already talk about this?”
He feigns innocence. “Talk about what?”
Her head feels heavy on his shoulder. “I need to be able to stand on my own if I’m going to survive law school hell,” she reminds him. “You can’t keep coming to my rescue for every little inconvenience.” 
“So this is just a minor setback?” Joonhwi teases. He couldn’t help it. 
“No,” Sol cries, “it’s a major obstacle.” 
She snuggles up against him, and Joonhwi could literally feel the heat rising to his face. Nonetheless, he lightly holds the side of her head for support and asks, “So what? Are you just going to give up?” 
“Of course not,” she mumbles, her breath hot on his neck. Joonhwi knows the law well, but he feels like this should be illegal. 
“But sometimes I wish I was just naturally smart like you.”
He lets out a soft sigh. Like many other things, the pair have talked about this before, and Joonhwi has never denied that he and many others have had a significant head start over Sol. But this is what he’d always tell her: 
“If everyone in this school had half as much of your wit, every crime in the world would have been solved by now.” 
To which she’d grimace and respond with, “Yeah, tell that to the F I got in Criminal Code.” 
But tonight was different. Sol wasn’t coming from a place of defeat, she was saying this out of frustration. She was probably thinking that maybe, had her life choices been different, she would have had it easier. That maybe, had she been as lucky in wealth and opportunities as everyone else, she wouldn’t need to work twice as hard as them. So that maybe, like Joonhwi, she could just comfortably sit in silence with him and enjoy his company. 
Right now, he’s treading murky waters and he’s afraid that one wrong move could give Sol the wrong idea. Joonhwi has never been the type to open up to people, but she never made it difficult for him to do so. With Sol, honesty was just the default. Telling her things he’d never entrust with anyone else came as easy as breathing. 
He takes her hand and gingerly intertwines it with his own. “I didn’t have it easy at the beginning either,” he admits. “Law school wasn’t even a part of my plan, and yet here I am.” 
This is at least one thing he knows Sol could empathize with. After being betrayed by the last person he’d ever expect to hurt him, Joonhwi’s life took a turn. To an extent, he was motivated by rage. But mostly, he was just trying to find a way to turn that pain into something useful, trying to make sure no one else has to go through what he did. And call him foolish for being too hopeful or optimistic, but he believes this is something he and Sol can do for each other. They’re two sides of the same coin: the law owes Sol an apology, and Joonhwi is coming to terms with the fact that he might never get one, ultimately being robbed of the opportunity after his uncle’s untimely death. 
Joonhwi knows his words bear significant weight to Sol. There’s a lot of things he wants to say to her but right now he just settles with, “I think you’re smart enough. If anything, you need to stop going overboard. What if you get sick again?”
She lifts her head and stares at him with doe eyes.
“That’s why I’m here.” He raises their interlocked fingers to show to her. “Why do you think I’m holding your hand? It’s so I can pull you out from under when you’re drowning in all of this.”
Sol slowly breaks out into an endearing smile, trying to repress her laughter but failing. “Heol. Han Joonhwi, since when were you so sentimental?”
Joonhwi doesn’t know where this newfound bravery came from, but he kisses Sol on the forehead lightly. “Since you needed it.” 
Sol blinks, her expression unreadable, and Joonhwi fears that he may have done the wrong thing. But much to his disbelief, she instead grabs him by the collar and closes the gap between her lips and his. They crash against one another in perfect rhythm, and Joonhwi mentally slaps himself for not doing this sooner. Never has he felt more at peace than at this very moment, which was ironic considering he was supposed to be the one doing the comforting. And yet, the lines blur when he realizes that even when their methods are vastly different, they’re at their best when they’re in tune with each other’s needs.
And right now, this is what he needs the most.
Much to Joonhwi’s dismay, Sol finally pulls away; they’re both out of breath. 
Still in a daze, he musters up the courage to ask such a stupid question. In fact, he’s surprised he could even speak at all. “What was that for?” 
“You’re not the only sentimental one here. If you’re going to kiss me, do it right.” 
That was when I knew, you were worlds more, than just a first kiss.
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Juvenile and Family Law, is it something that a kid dreams of practicing? No, not really. Is that where the big bucks are if you’re not interested in taxes and wills? Yes, it is. College is expensive, and so is law school; gotta pay it off somehow. It takes a while to build your clientele, a lot of it is word of mouth. You work your way up, and slowly but surely, build a good reputation for yourself. And if you’re lucky, you’ll make partner.
Harry Styles is good at his job, and is on the brink of making partner at his firm. Gallagher, Hilson & Associates Family Law is a great place to work. Isaiah Gallagher and Maria Hilson are two incredible lawyers, and the other associates Harry works with aren’t too bad either. He doesn’t always love working nearly sixty hours a week, and some of the cases he handles have caused him to see the bottom of one too many bottles, but other than that, he’s happy.
Family Law means working all kinds of cases. Custody, spousal support, paternity, and divorce. All of those cases are messy, rarely are they clean cut. Harry happens to specialize in divorce, which in turn can lead to all of the other things listed above. What’s worse is that a lot of his clients will often flirt with him, so he’s started to wear a fake wedding band to ward off any and all inappropriate behavior. It doesn’t happen every time, but it was often enough that he decided to find a way to just avoid the unwanted attention.
Due to how many hours he works a week, Harry’s social life is a little lackluster. By the time he gets home work, all he wants to do is kick his shoes off, plop down on the couch with some greasy Chinese food, and catch up on some television. He lives in a nice enough building in the city. His apartment has one bedroom, and one and half baths. On Friday nights, he’ll go out with some of the other associates for a drink, so he gets a bitof social time in. He’s not lonely, he actually quite enjoys the quiet and solitude. He’s got a cat, Gerry, short for Geraldine that he takes care of. He has what he needs, and he’s perfectly content.
Whenever he dates, people always want to talk about his work. The last thing Harry wants to talk about after a long day at work, is more work. So, he sticks to meaningless hookups, and his own hand, when he needs that type of release.
He doesn’t have too much to complain about. He’s thirty, and massively successful. Some of his friends still live at home while working retail jobs, not that he’s judging. He was twenty-six when he moved out, and he’s grateful his parents let him stay rent free so he could save up for his own place. He doesn’t like to compare himself to others, but it makes him feel good to know he’s all set. He works hard, yes, but it’s all worth it.
//
With how quiet his personal life is, it’s hard to imagine Harry being a shark in the courtroom, but he is. He’s a master in the art of persuasion and rhetoric. Having been a communication major in his undergrad career, and all. He knows how to read a room, and how to read people. The jury is just an audience waiting to watch a live performance. His theater minor also comes in handy here. Being a lawyer is an act, a role he plays. He knows how to play the part when it’s in a large courtroom, or when it’s just a small meeting in a conference room to divide up assets. It’s not always easy, but he makes it look that way. Harry typically wins most of his cases, and when it’s something small, he’s usually able to get his client the majority of what they asked for. Every customer leaves happy.
These skills can’t all be taught and learned. Some people are born with natural talent, skills they learn to hone in on and perfect. It’s a craft that Harry has worked on for years. Again, he’s only thirty, but because he has such precision and talent, it makes him the hot commodity. The office is constantly getting calls for him. It’s why they want him to become the next partner. Having his name on the plaque as you enter would surely put people at ease. Isaiah and Maria saw potential in Harry from the beginning, and they feel lucky that he’s one of their associates.
There other very qualified associates as well, like Niall – who specializes in custody cases – he’s well on his way up. There’s Candice – who specializes in prenuptial agreements – she got into the lawyer game a little later in life, but she’s as sharp as a whip, and shouldn’t be underestimated. And lastly, there’s Byron – who specializes in paternity cases – he thinks he’s going to be the next partner because he’s a bit full of himself.
Harry and Niall are the closest in age, so they hang out more often. They both really like baseball, and will go to a game or two during the season. Candice is the surrogate mother figure. She has no children of her own, she’s the fun aunt to her nieces and nephews, but she feels oddly maternal towards Harry and Niall. The boys often call her “Ma”, instead of her actual name, and she loves it. She looks out for them, and there when they need someone to listen. She’s fifty-seven, and enjoys baking in her free time. She often brings the boys homemade muffins on Monday mornings, and they adore her for it.
Byron…well…Byron is a forty-year-old womanizer who totally clashes with Harry. Does Harry have one-night stands? Yes. Does he ever lie to his partners? No. Byron enjoys playing the game in all facets, and Harry never takes part in it. Needless to say, Harry hates when he has to partner with him on a case, and avoids it when he can.
Isaiah and Maria each have their own executive assistant, or para: Michele and Kyla. They’re both in their late twenties, and rocking it. Harry only interacts with them over email. He, Candice, Niall, and Byron all share the same administrator: Ronnie. Ronnie is twenty-six, friendly, and organized. She doesn’t have time to help everyone on their briefs, but that’s what interns are for, and there’s an abundance of them circling throughout the office.
Harry has a nice office. Plenty of natural light from the windows, he has a desk riser so he can stand up periodically, and he even has his own mini fridge. (He’s often paranoid about people taking his Bubbly, so he just brought in his own fridge.) He’s got a decent enough view of the city; he likes it best at night when the twinkling lights come through. It reminds him of how lucky he is to be where he is in life. He knows he’s more fortunate than others, so he tries to be grateful. He gives back when he’s able, donate to different scholarship funds and whatnot.
Harry is a good man.
//
On a particularly cloudy morning, Ronnie lets Harry know his 10AM consult has arrived. He didn’t know much about his new potential client, but he was always willing to hear someone out. He stands up from his desk, and waits for the woman to enter.
In walks a young woman wearing an expensive, red pantsuit, black heels, and a dark red lipstick. She gives a soft smile to Ronnie before she closes the door. Harry walks over to her, extending his hand.
“Hi, I’m Harry.”
“Mira.” She shakes his hand.
“Please, have a seat.” He gestures to the two seats on the other side of his desk and they both sit. “What brings you to my office today?”
“I heard you’re a pretty good divorce lawyer, and I need a divorce.”
“Is your spouse aware that you’re seeking counsel?”
“No.” She shakes her head and swallows. “I…I’d be putting myself in danger if he knew I wanted to leave him.”
“What kind of danger? If he’s physically abusive, then you need to- “
“He doesn’t put his hands on me like that. It’s…I don’t love him, and I never have. I was essentially…I was sold to him; it was an arranged marriage. I thought maybe I could learn to like him, to love him, but it’s been three years, and I can’t stand him. I need legal help.”
“What do you mean you were sold to him? Were you a child bride? Were you sex trafficked?”
“No.” She chews on her bottom lip. “He made a deal with my father. Thomas got me in exchange for…something. I can’t get into what exactly with you just yet.”
“Does he think you’re happy?”
“Yes.” She nods. “Well, for the most part. I do my thing, and he does his. His job keeps him pretty busy, and I often pretend to be asleep when he gets home. He doesn’t satisfy my needs, so to speak, and I’ve given up on trying. I want to be freed from him.” She pulls out a packet of paper from her purse, and gives it to Harry. “That’s a copy of the contract he and my father signed when they made the deal. I’m not great with legal jargon. I thought maybe if you decide to take me on you could look that over and tell me if there’s any way, I can get out of this.”
“Are you over eighteen?”
“Yes, well over.”
“And were you over eighteen when you were married?”
“Yes.”
“Then how could your father barter you?”
“Where I come from…it can just be like that. The goods we get in exchange for my hand outweighed my happiness.”
“I’m so sorry.” Harry frowns. “My services aren’t exactly cheap.”
“I wouldn’t expect them to be. I can pay top dollar, if that’s what you require. I have money of my own.”
“Alright.” Harry sets the packet of papers onto his desk. “I’ll take a look at that soon, and give you a call.”
“Does that mean you’re taking me on?”
“I hate to see such a nice person be so unhappy.” Harry frowns. “I got into this business to help people, so I’ll help you, Mira.”
“Oh, thank you so much.” She smiles. “There are going to be some things in that contract that may shock you, so please don’t hesitate to call me directly with your questions.” She takes out a business card from her purse. “There’s all of my contact information. If anyone other than myself contacts you regarding all of this, don’t say a word.”
“Don’t worry, I’m good at keeping things confidential.”
“I heard you’re a very trustworthy attorney.” She nods, and stands to her feet. Harry does the same. “Thank you for taking the time to listen.” She extends her hand, and he takes it to shake.
“Of course, it’s what I’m here for.” He smiles and opens the door. He watches her leave, maybe for a little too long.
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