#that damn cannot believe 2 arms left

[intotheelliwoods]

Arm time!! Told you all it was coming~ Hope you guys enjoy some fluff before I murder everyone with uhh, whats coming next haa, no promises on when that will come out though, hopefully by next weekend at the latest

Context, along with more comics can be found on my blog!

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[kwanisms]

Kinkuary 14 Jun — body worship // bath/shower sex

➥ idol boyfriend!Jun × noj idol!Reader summary: After a particularly stressful day at work, Y/N comes home to find her boyfriend has drawn her a relaxing bath and is pleasantly surprised when he reveals he intends to join her in the bath. wc: 3.8k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, alcohol consumption (a glass of wine or two), established relationship, sexual content (minors dni!): Junhui just wants to pamper the reader knowing she's had a hard time, massaging, fingering, biting, hair pulling, bath sex, unprotected sex (use protection pls!), body worship, praise, use of pet names (bao bei, angel, beautiful, etc), the reader calls Jun lǎo gōng (husband) and it makes him all 🥴🥰, let me know if I missed anything!! Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon @dilfjohnny Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog Seventeen taglist: @aikisbbq @95cheols @niktwazny303 @indigo35 @moonlightsora @witherednotes @cixrosie @kirooz Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED AND BLACKLISTED. Join the taglist!

a/n: Junhui doesn't seem to have a lot of content on here but here's some! I haven't written for him in a while so hopefully I do him justice! I hope you like this. Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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‘Seriously? Fuck Valentine’s Day,’ you thought as your office door closed.

This was the worst day you’d experienced of the year and it was only the second month.

You sighed and leaned forward, resting your head on your arms on top of your desk. ‘I can’t take much more of this,’ you told yourself. A knock at your door brought you out of your stupor, sitting up and calling out for the person to come in.

“You look stressed,” your supervisor said as she walked in. You forced a smile. “Stressed is putting it lightly,” you replied before taking a deep breath. “How can I be of assistance?” You asked. Your supervisor shook her head.

“I’m sure this isn’t the best time, but we’re over in hours,” she replied. “Normally I wouldn’t dream of asking you this, but seeing as you seemed rather stressed, would you like to leave early?” You couldn’t believe your ears. ‘Leave early?’

“Uh,” you replied. “Are you sure?”

Your supervisor nodded. “I’ll make sure the difference shows up on your next paycheck so you don’t lose pay,” she added. “I just need to send people home.”

You didn’t need telling twice. Shutting down your computer and turning off your desk lamp, you opened your desk drawer and grabbed your purse, slipping your phone into it and getting to your feet.

“Try to enjoy the rest of your day,” she said as she gave you a smile and left your office.

The drive home was frustrating, people swerving in and out of traffic, cutting you and other drivers off, forcing you to stomp on the break more than once.

‘Could this day get any worse?’

As if cued by your damning thoughts, the sky opened up, a downpour covering the city as you drove the rest of the way home to your apartment, pulling into the covered garage and into your parking space.

You noticed that Jun’s car was in the second numbered space for your apartment and wondered when he got home. It wasn’t like him to be home this early.

The ride up to your floor was uneventful as a storm started to rage outside, pelting the windows and walls with hard rain, wind whipping around the high rise you called home as you approached your door.

Soft music could be heard inside your apartment you shared with your boyfriend and you wondered what he was up to.

Unlocking the door, you let yourself in where a delicious smell wafted towards you as you stepped into the living area and shut the door behind you. You set your purse aside, slipping off your shoes and jacket and sliding into your house slippers.

You rounded the corner where your boyfriend was working behind the counter, wearing your pink gingham print apron with a heart top and ruffles. You took in the sight as he bustled about, checking various cookware on the stove.

He finally turned and a wide smile spread across his face. “You’re home!” He said with a cheerful tone, crossing the distance to press a kiss to your cheek.

“What is all this?” You asked, looking behind him at the stove. “It’s not ready yet,” he said, turning you towards the hall that led to the bedroom. “I’m sure you want to get changed so go do that, bao bei. Let me handle this.”

He gave you a gentle push and turned to head back to the kitchen before whipping back around quickly. “Just stay out of the bathroom!”

You gave him a peculiar look before conceding and heading to the bedroom to change out of your work clothes, pulling on a sweatshirt and shorts before returning to the kitchen to watch your boyfriend cook.

“I didn’t expect you so soon,” he admitted as he worked, glancing over his shoulder as you sat at the kitchen island. “My supervisor said we were over in hours so I got to leave early,” you answered.

“Which reminds me,” you said as you got up and headed over to your purse.

You pulled out a small gift box and snuck back to the kitchen where your boyfriend was facing away. “I got something for you,” you called out to him. He turned to look at you and set down the spoon in his hand, walking over to where you stood.

You whipped out the box and held it up. “Ta-dah!” You said excitedly. “I’m sorry I didn’t have time to make them myself but work has been so busy and stressful lately and I—” Jun, who had taken the box from you, looking at it silently quickly pressed a kiss to your lips, cutting you off.

“I don’t care if you made them or bought them,” he said softly. “Thank you, beautiful.” Your cheeks flushed as he kissed your forehead and set the box on the island and moved back to the stove.

“I’ll get this done and then we can eat,” he said over his shoulder as you returned to your seat. “Do you want some wine?”

Dinner was finished soon after and you sat down at the small table with Jun, trying not to blush furiously as he set the table quickly with a vase full of roses. “Juuuun,” you whined as he finished lighting two candles. “You didn’t have to do this!”

He gave you a cheeky smile as he sat down. “Actually, I did,” he answered.

Your eyes narrowed. “Why? Did you do something?” You asked, suddenly suspicious as he took a sip of his wine. “No!” He said indignantly. “Then what’s going on in the bathroom?” You asked as he started to eat. “Nothing! Well, not nothing. You’ll see. Eat your dinner,” he said pointing at you with his chopsticks.

You decided to drop the subject in favor of eating because you actually were starving, having skipped lunch due to the volume of work you had and the lack of time between meetings.

While you ate, Jun asked you about your day, listening to your struggles and stresses of office based work. You asked him about his day and he admitted he had a very short day in comparison at the PLEDIS building. They didn’t have any schedules so most of their time was spent just messing around the practice rooms.

“Cheol said he didn’t need us to stay longer than necessary and since I’m one of the few members with a significant other, he let me go early.”

You were grateful Seungcheol was so understanding of his members’ lives outside of Seventeen and that he knew how important time with your boyfriend was not just to you but to Jun as well.

“Are you finished?” Jun asked, drawing your attention out of your thoughts. You nodded, thanking him as he got up and took your empty plate. “Thank you, babe, it was delicious.” You saw how the tips of his ears turned red when you complimented him, just another one of those Jun things you loved so much.

You got to your feet, following him to the kitchen as he set your plates in the dishwasher and started cleaning up. “Let me help,” you said, moving to grab the storage containers you kept in the far cabinet.

The two of you silently packed up the leftovers and while you put them in the fridge, Jun put the used cookware in the dishwasher. You were closing the door when you felt Jun’s arms wrap around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Thank you for helping me clean up,” he said softly.

You turned in his grip, moving your arms to rest on his shoulders. “Thank you for all this, lǎo gōng,” you murmured, leaning in to press your lips to his. You knew he couldn’t control himself when you called him that but for some reason, he simply blushed and kissed you back softly.

“I have something else for you,” he muttered in between kisses. “What’s that?” You wondered, smiling against his lips.

“Let me show you,” he whispered, lips moving across your cheek to your ear. “I think you’re gonna like it.”

Chills went up your spine as his breath tickled your skin but suddenly there was a loud crack of thunder and the room was plunged into darkness. You cried out in shock, feeling Jun’s grip on you tighten.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he said softly, moving in the dark. You heard the sound of the drawer open and suddenly a beam of light appeared. “This is why we have flashlights,” he said with a smirk.

Keeping his hand on your lower back, he guided you through the dark apartment to your bedroom where he took your hand and placed it on his waist. You grabbed the material of his shirt as he walked carefully over to the door leading to your bathroom and opened it.

Inside was like some sort of scene from a romantic movie.

There were candles on the bathroom counter, a couple on the back edge of the bathtub and rose petals spread across the floor and floating in the water.

“I might need to get more candles,” Jun murmured as he looked around the room. “I’ll be right back,” he added, disappearing from the room as you stepped further in, taking in the sight.

You had no idea Jun was such a hard romantic as he’d never done anything even remotely like this. Normally your Valentine’s were spent at a fancy restaurant and maybe he’d book a hotel for the night or you’d come back home but this?

This was beyond anything he’d done for you before.

Your boyfriend returned moments later with more candles and you helped set them up and watched as he lit them, filling the room with more warm flickering light.

“I know work has been stressful for you the last couple weeks,” he started, moving to take your waist in his hands. “And I wanted to do something nice for you. So I asked some of the others what their partners like and they all mentioned a nice relaxing bath.”

You wound your arms around his neck and pulled him close, kissing him. “Thank you lǎo gōng,” you replied with a smile. “That’s not all,” he admitted. “Joshua said something about a massage.”

You watched as he slipped from your grip and walked over to the counter, pulling open a drawer and pulling out a bottle of massage oil. Your cheeks burned in the dim glow of the candle light. “A massage?”

Jun nodded. “I can imagine you’re probably very tense, so I thought I could help you relax. A shy smile formed on your face at his admission. “You’ve really thought of everything, haven’t you?”

“Of course,” he answered. “Now, hurry up and get in the bath,” he added.

You hesitated but you weren’t sure why. Jun had seen you naked plenty of times and you’d even showered together a multitude of times so why were you suddenly nervous?

Jun turned to face you, a sly smile appearing. “Are you being shy right now?” He asked, crossing to stand in front of you. “No,” you lied, shaking your head.

“If you needed my help, you could have just asked,” he said, one hand moving to your back and pulling you flush against him while the other moved up to the side of your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek gently.

“Do you want me to help?” He asked softly. You weren’t sure what had gotten into you but you nodded in response, cheeks burning as he chuckled, both hands moving to the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Lift your arms for me,” he instructed, saying nothing more as you did and pulling your sweatshirt off, leaving your chest exposed to him. “God,” he breathed, eyes roaming over your body. “You are so gorgeous.”

Your cheeks burned under his gaze and his praise. It was no secret that Jun loved your body. Every inch of it and he made a point almost daily to remind you how much he loved you and how beautiful you were to him.

Noticing your flushed cheeks, he chose not to comment on them, instead continuing to undress you. “Do you want me to keep going?” Jun asked, his hands toying with the waistband of your shorts.

“Or do you want to do it yourself?”

You shook your head, not wanting to lose the feeling of his hands on your body even if they were about to be all over you in a moment. “Then turn around for me,” he whispered, waiting for you to do so.

Once your back was to him, you felt his fingers slip under the elastic of your shorts, pulling them down along with your panties until they fell to your feet. “I’ll take care of these,” he said, grabbing your discarded clothes. “You get in the tub.”

Jun disappeared into the bedroom while you walked over to the tub.

One thing that drew you to this apartment when you and Jun first started looking was the bathroom, particularly this bathtub. It was a large, deep tub with jets but the best feature and probably what sold you on the apartment in the end, was the temperature control and timer.

The tub allowed you to set a time, fill level, and had a temperature control function to keep the water hot for hours. Jun clearly had filled the tub much earlier and kept the temperature control on while he cooked and the two of you ate because as you stepped into the water, the heat was as if he’d just run it.

You lowered yourself down, leaning against the white tub pillow and sighed in relief as the hot water instantly started to soothe and relax you.

Jun returned a moment later and moved to sit on the edge of the tub, dipping a hand into the water briefly. “That temperature control feature is really something,” he said with a chuckle as he stood up and crossed to the counter, grabbing the oil and returning to sit on the side of the tub.

“Can you sit up for me?” He asked, popping open the top and pouring a small amount onto his palm. You sat up as he set the bottle aside and warmed up the oil in his hands before his hands moved to your shoulders, starting to knead and work out the knots in your muscles.

You hadn’t realized how tense you’d been but as Jun slowly worked on your shoulders and neck, it became apparent you’d gone too long without a massage.

“You are unbelievably tense,” he noted as his hands started to work down your shoulder blades, kneading your back muscles with his knuckles and smoothing them with the palms of his hands.

The pain had subsided at this point and now you were left with just a pleasurable feeling of his hands on your body. When he was done working on what he could reach on your back, his hands moved back up to your shoulder. One hand massaged along your shoulder and neck while the other moved down your arm.

You gasped when his hand zipped down your body, darting between your thighs while the other continued to massage your neck. “Jun!” You admonished but your words fell short when you felt his fingers against your sex, finding your clit and starting to draw slow circles.

“Shh,” he whispered. “I’m not done with your massage,” he added as his fingers moved quicker, the hand on your shoulder stopping as he focused his attention between your thighs.

You let out a soft moan as his fingers dipped lower, finding your slit and slipped inside, forcing a louder moan past your lips. “Jun—” you tried to speak but his hand dipped lower, pushing more of his fingers inside you, curling them and making your back arch. “Just let me take care of you,” he murmured.

“You always do so much for me, it’s my turn to do something for you.”

You let out a whimper as his fingers continued to move, dragging against your walls as he pumped them slowly, the water hindering his movements slightly.

“Your shirt is getting wet,” you commented, noticing how the bath water started to soak his sleeve while his hand was dipped far below the surface. “I don’t really care,” he chuckled, his thumb dragging over your clit as his fingers continued to move.

“You could always join me,” you gasped, biting your bottom lip to hold back a moan. “If I do,” Jun started slowly. “Will you stop holding back those beautiful sounds you make?” You nodded in response, anything to get him in the tub with you.

Jun pulled his hand free and stripped himself to his shirt, tossing it to the floor before pushing his pants and underwear down together and discarding them on the floor.

He stepped into the hot water, lowering himself between your spread thighs and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours as one hand steadied himself on the edge of the bathtub, the other disappearing under the water and between your thighs again.

You moaned against his lips as he resumed his motions from before, thumb working against your clit as his fingers disappeared inside your warm cunt. “Is it bad that I kind of want to fuck you in the bath?” He asked, pulling back just enough to watch your brow furrow from the pleasure he was giving you.

“Please,” you whispered. “I want you so bad, Jun,” you moaned as his fingers curled against your walls, pushing you closer to the edge.

“How can I deny you when you say it like that?” He asked, pulling his fingers from your pussy. “Do you want to ride me? Or do you want me to take you from behind?” He asked softly. Without a word, you moved, the water around you sloshing in the tub as you straddled his lap, your sex brushing against his hard cock.

“So eager,” he mused as you wasted no time in lining the head of his cock with your entrance and sank down on him, hands resting on his shoulders. One of his hands moved to your back, the other to the back of your head as your forehead fell against his shoulder.

“That’s it,” he groaned as your walls clenched around him. “Take your time, baby.”

You felt his hands moved, sliding down to your hips, squeezing before moving to your ass and gripping it tightly. “God I love this ass,” he rasped out, making your cheeks burn for what felt like the hundredth time.

“I could play with it for hours,” he added, kneading and massaging the flesh. “So soft,” he whispered. “Jun, stop, you’re making me hot,” you whined when he chuckled. “That’s the idea, bao bei,” he murmured.

You ignored his comments and instead focused on the feeling of his cock buried inside you but even then he couldn’t let you have that.

Though your body needed time to adjust to the intrusion, your brain said no and you started rolling your hips, your clit grinding against him as his cock barely moved against your walls.

“You feel so good around me,” he whispered, his hands moving up your back, water dripping from his skin and hitting the surface with soft plops. “It’s like you were made for me.” Your face flushed as your heart swelled with his words.

“You’re being awfully affectionate,” you noted. Jun merely smiled, kissing along your jaw. “What can I say?” He asked quietly. “I love my beautiful girlfriend and I love reminding her of how beautiful she is.”

“Fuck, I won’t last if you keep doing that,” Jun gasped as you squeezed your cunt around his length, lifting your hips at the same time. “You’re gonna kill me, Y/N.”

The water moved around both of your bodies as you set a slow but steady rhythm, your movement hindered by the water. “Keep going,” Jun encouraged, fingers tangling in your hair as you rode him. He tugged gently, tilting your head back so he could kiss and nip softly at your skin. “Don’t hold back those pretty sounds.”

You let out a moan as you felt his teeth sink into the skin of your shoulder. He was very much into biting and marking you when you had sex. You always came out of it covered in love bites and hickeys while you couldn’t do the same to him.

At least, not in places that would be seen. His neck, chest, and shoulders were off limits but his thighs and hips were fair game and you’d left your share of marks on him in those places.

“Jun,” you whined. “‘M so tired,” you groaned, your thighs starting to burn. Sex was a workout on its own, but trying to do what you usually did in bed in a tub full of water made it much more cumbersome.

“I know, angel,” he murmured. “Let me.”

You whimpered as he guided you off him and turned you to face the edge of the tub. Without another word, he slipped back inside you from behind and took over, pushing your chest against the edge of the tub as he thrust into you.

It was an unconventional position but he made it work, ignoring the water that spilled over the edge of the tub onto the tiled floor. He’d clean it up later. Right now your orgasm was more important to him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cried out as your climax washed over you, Jun following quickly as he released into you, his sticky seed painting your walls white as you rode out your highs together.

He stilled inside you, hips pressed flush against your ass as his teeth grazed your skin, leaving as many love bites and hickeys on your skin as he could.

“There’s so much water on the floor,” you complained. Jun mumbled in response, kissing the bite marks he’d left behind as he came down from his climax. “S’okay. I’ll clean it up later.”

“Later?” You asked as he pulled out of you. “It’s still Valentine’s Day,” he said simply as he got up, pulled the plug on the tub and stepped carefully out of the tub onto the floor.

He offered his hand which you took and allowed him to help you out of the tub.

Once you were on common ground, his hands were on your waist, lips descending on yours in a rushed and desperate kiss, his tongue finding yours and one hand moving to cup the back of your neck, deepening the kiss before finally pulling away to breathe. He gave you a devilish grin.

“And I’m not done with you yet.”

#svthub #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #junhui scenarios #junhui imagines #junhui smut #junhui x reader #kwanisms kinkuary #kinkuary 2023

[sweethartlullaby]

omg i loveeeed the cheating boyfriend scenario! so well written! please make a part 2 🥹🥹

word count: 1063 genre: angst this is part ii to the cheating boyfriend scenario!find part i here find part iii here sweethartlullaby ꕤ masterlist songs: too sad to dance - jeon jungkook

He’s stumbling a little too much and that means he has drunk too much. The bottle in his hand is slipping and he knows that he has to go to the bank if he wants some more. 

It’s been three weeks now since you chased him away and he is still trying to live with his stupidity. He cannot believe he has lost you. He cannot believe he let you go. He spends his days at work, slaving away to avoid the single thought of you. And he usually spends his nights drinking alone at home, fixed in front of a screen playing a video game or a movie. He tends to avoid the latter, since all he has in his home are the ones you like.

He trips over his feet and laughter escapes him. The sloppy kind that makes it clear he is too wasted to be on his own. He throws the bottle down the street, hearing it crash against a lamppost. 

How similar we are.

He keeps walking, tripping over his steps every now and then and having to hold onto door handles, lampposts, and trash cans to gain his balance again. He finally stops when he sees it. The warm orange light pouring onto the streets, welcoming him inside. 

The man goes in before he takes a look around. He doesn’t know how he got here but it must be fate. Whatever it is, he is too drunk too care. Everything sways around him as he staggers into a seat. 

As he figured, there’s not a lot of people left. You two would often meet here, in the 24 hour library that the both of you call your home away from home. He lays down on his arms placed on the table and looks at the empty seat across him. If he squints, he can see you typing away on your laptop or writing in your book, murmuring things to yourself that only you understand. 

He sighs and buries his face into the bend of his elbow. Why is he here? He isn’t supposed to be thinking of you. It hurts him too much. 

He hates that he’s a shitty person. He hates that he cheated. He hates that he hurt you. If he can go back to change it all, he will. If he wakes up tomorrow and you’re next to him again, he’ll never let you go. But instead he’s here, crying across the seat you should be in, sobbing as quietly as possible because he’s scared that if he cries too loudly, he will not stop. 

I miss you so much, damn it.

He wishes the alcohol was enough. He wishes that it can erase you. He wishes it can take him back. He wishes for so much. He wishes he can meet you and start over. He wishes that you were here to comfort him. He wishes that he wasn’t him. He wishes that he did better. He wishes that you got a better version of him. 

He cannot count the amount of times he has cried for you in his bed, or the amount of times he has woken up startled, hoping he can feel your warmth. The amount of times he has murmured apologies in his sleep. 

He closes his eyes and prays that you’re okay. He shuts them tight and hopes to rid himself of his sins. 

And soon enough, he falls asleep. 

He wakes with a backache and with blurry vision. Then he looks around to check where he has ended up this morning. He doesn’t remember anything from last night. After a stretch in his seat and a sigh, he reckons he probably smells like alcohol and dirt so he gets up to leave. 

But something catches the corner of his eye and he sees a book. He must’ve been staring at it for too long because a worker calls out that someone had left that for him last night and told them it isn’t to be taken away from him. 

The man opens the book and as soon as he reads the front page, he feels as if his head clears. 

“Isn’t this the sweetest thing?” You show him an opened book and on the front was a message along with the title, ‘learning from your mistakes’.

“You weren’t one” He reads and he shrugs.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask, looking over the page fondly. 

“Well, what if it’s stupid to forgive the person who made the mistake?” He asks, setting his book down then going to wrap his arms around you.

“Well you see…” 

He doesn’t remember much of what you said. Fate and whatnot, all he knew was he didn’t ever have to worry about losing you because he would have never made a mistake like that.

He traces the lines written on the page and he feels like crying again. And this time it’s sober and raw and real nonetheless. His chest heaves up and down as he sobs onto the book. 

He misses you so much that it aches inside of him. He cannot breathe through his tears and all he wants is to reach into the pages to go back to that moment. He wants to hear your voice again, telling him the exact words that are on this page. 

It’s the only way he can learn to forgive himself. It’s the only way he can live on without hating himself and every fiber that he is made of. It’s the only way he doesn’t tear the skin that holds him together. He doesn’t know if you will ever forgive him. He doesn’t know if you will ever trust him again. 

He knows he has to try; that this is a sign to do so. But he’s afraid that you will shut him out and that this is in vain. But love, love is often a shot in the dark. He can only walk through these steps with caution until you tell him that you’ll let him in again. 

He brings the book home and he places it by his nightstand. Every night before bed, he looks at the words and he remembers you. He’s trying to not make it hurt anymore. He’s trying to be stronger for you. 

And every night, he prays he will be that man for you. 

a/n: AHHHHHHHHH MY FIRST ASKKKKK i was so excited when i saw this that i just had to write it immediately. please pardon any mistakes. i hope you enjoy this! i didn't want to write a makeup scene because i feel that it will be too fake but if that is something that you want please let me know!

#angst #bts #jeon jungkook x reader #kim taehyung x reader #jung hoseok x reader #kim namjoon x reader #park jimin x reader #kim seokjin x reader #min yoongi x reader #bts angst #seungkwan x reader #seungcheol x reader #joshua x reader #jeonghan x reader #wonwoo x reader #minghao x reader #mingyu x reader #dk x reader #jun x reader #woozi x reader #vernon x reader #dino x reader #hoshi x reader #sweethartlullaby ꕤ

[artists-ally]

{Flatline} Harvey x OFC {Pt. 3)

Uh ohhhh guys it’s Pt. 3 🤭🤭🤭 I am so excited for this. It’s honestly one of my favorite things I’ve written and I hope you all agree. There is a poll at the end so make sure to vote for that <3 enjooyyyyy p.s. I hope this does good justice for this series.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Character Playlist

Word Count: 12,795

Warnings: language, angst, anxious thoughts, one singular mention of sexual h*r*ssm*nt in regards to Harvey’s actions with Claudia, smut 18+, the tiniest bit of food play, dom/sub dynamics, praise kink go brrr

***Italic sections indicate flashbacks***

Summary: The aftermath of Harvey breaking his promise to Claudia.

Tagging: @rosedpetal @maxdamax @ashcosmo

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HARVEY'S POV

My legs were numb. That sort of numbness when something happens that you can’t explain. It felt like my life just flashed before my eyes. That image of Claudia’s shaking lip… hearing her broken voice… I don’t think I’ll ever get it out of my fucking head. 

“Harvey, I requested those trades be made an hour ago. Do you wanna tell me why… Harvey?”

I could see Jessica in front of me, but I couldn’t hear a damn thing she said. 

“Harvey, what’s going on?” She closed the door, and I put a hand out to steady myself so I wouldn’t fall on the floor. “What happened?” “I fucked up,” I whispered. 

“Yeah, no shit. You tanked our only opportunity to get a leg up on this Gustoson case. You’re damn right you fucked up-”

“No no,” I sat on the arm of the chair. My hands began to shake so I folded them together. Jessica saw. 

“What the hell did you do?”

“I yelled at Claudia…”

She just blinked at me. “Is that seriously what you’re concerned about? Yelling at an associate? Okay, you yelled at an associate, what’s new? That might as well be in your job description.”

“No no no I didn’t just yell at her I threatened to do the one thing that I promised I would never do and now she’s gone. She left. I can’t- I don’t- I never meant to hurt her but she suggested that we file a motion to dismiss and I got so caught up in my anger about her accusing me of using her that I lost my-”

“Using her? Harvey, what is going on?” “I’ll tell you what’s going on,” Donna barged in. 

“Donna please don’t-”

“Harvey and Claudia have been ‘working together’ for the last month and a half, when in reality he has been a selfish, lying, arrogant brat who has crossed so many lines it’s beginning to look like a Rorschach Test.”

“You know?” I felt my heart suffocate myself. I thought I was gonna throw up.

“In all honesty Harvey, no I didn’t. Not until Claudia just broke down in the elevator and told me everything. I cannot believe that you would use her like that. For your own personal satisfaction are you out of your fucking mind?” “Harvey, what the hell is she talking about?” Jessica’s voice was full of hostility. 

“He thought that it would be a good idea to boost Claudia’s confidence by getting into her pants.”

“Donna it wasn’t-”

Jessica scoffed, covering her face. “What the hell is wrong with you? This has got sexual harassment written all over it, Havrey. Could you really be that delusional?”

“For fucks sake it wasn’t like that!” I screamed. Genuinely screamed and paced around. “I didn’t use her, not intentionally. God dammit I haven't been able to think clearly since the first day that I saw Claudia. She is an incredible lawyer and all I wanted to do was give her something else to focus on because she was afraid to be in a room with me. I just- all I wanted to do was help her find a little bit of confidence and oh my god this sounds so much worse when I say it outloud.”

Donna and Jessica exchanged a look while I slowly felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest and stomped on the floor with cleats. 

“Okay Harvey, sit down and tell us what happened,” Donna steered me away from putting a hole in the wall to my desk.

“I don’t even know, Donna.” “Well while you two enjoy going down memory lane, I’ll be fighting for our firm's life. If you two don’t get your shit together, and by you two I mean Harvey, then… I don’t even know then.”

She all but slammed the door on her way out, patrons on the other side sending worried glances our way. I turned my chair so they wouldn’t see me. 

“How long has this been going on?” Donna asked. 

I dug my nails into my skin. “Almost two months.”

“Two months? Harvey, how could you not tell me?” “Because I didn’t want to,” I admitted. “And partly because I kind of thought you already knew. You know, the whole ‘Donna superpower’ shit you do.”

“I know I can’t believe I missed it,” she took the chair in front of me. I glared at her so hard I thought I’d light that hair of hers on fire. “Okay bad time for a joke. So, bachelor, why don’t you start from the beginning. And please, I don’t need to know the dirty details, despite my curiosity. Claudia is like a little sister to me and I really don’t want to picture you and her and oh my god I already am. Ugh, please start talking so I don’t have to be tortured.”

So dramatic. I was good looking, and so was Claudia. Why wouldn’t anyone want to picture us together? Then my eyes snapped to the chair she was sitting on. Oh god. Donna was in the chair that I was the first time Claudia and I-

“Get up,” I blurted out, reaching for her and placing her in my desk chair. God dammit we used that one too. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

We sat down on the couch and I rubbed my strained eyes. Here goes nothing. 

“When Sheila first sent over the recruits from Harvard, I interviewed all of them. Except for one. There were thirteen associates but I only had twelve meetings set up. So I asked Louis if he was interviewing any of the newbies and he said just one. Obviously this person was some sort of idiot to be going to Louis instead of me, so I popped in.”

“Well, Claudia I think that you have some unbelievable potential at this firm and I’d just like to- Harvey, what are you doing here I am in the middle of an interview.”

“Oh I know, I just wanted to drop by and see how it was going.”

In front of Louis was this warm, chestnut brown head of sleek, silk like hair. She was wearing a lavender blouse and a black maxi skirt with a slit to the knee. She had on these black flats with pearls on them. Summer had just ended, and there was some remaining sunburn on her nose and cheeks. Her eyes were surrounded by prominent lashes and eyebrows, a fine line of makeup between the two; lavender, to match the top. 

“It’s going great, now will you get the hell out and tend to your own interviews and stop barging in on my only one?”

“Harvey Specter,” I introduced, sticking out my hand. She looked from it over to Louis, who was just shooting me daggers. 

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?”“Louis, I’m not trying to woo your associate, I’m just introducing myself to her. We are kind of name partners, you know. It’s the courteous thing to do.”

Again, all she did was look at my hand before slowly standing up. I didn’t miss the way she tried to subtly wipe her hand on her skirt. 

“I’m Claudia. Claudia Martin.”

God dammit that was a pretty name. It sounded so sophisticated, so mature and would sound really nice next to mine. Or with mine. Harvey Specter and Claudia Martin. I don’t know why I thought of hearing or seeing ‘Claudia Specter’ one day, but I did. And I didn’t hate the way it sounded. 

“Welcome to Pearson Specter Litt,” I gave a nice smile. It was clear she was already intimidated to be here, I didn’t need to add to that fire. She barely looked me in the eye for two seconds, but those two seconds made my head spin. 

She had the most gorgeous eyes I think I’ve ever seen in my life. They were amber in the middle but had this ring of hazel around the outer rim. It was just… not something I’ve ever seen before. I didn’t want her to look away because I just wanted to keep looking at them.

And that blush… that I knew wasn’t her sunburn. Not the way it creeped up the side of her face, or at the base of her neck. 

Jesus Harvey, stop staring at her. You’re probably giving off major stalker vibes.

“Well I’ll be around if you need anything, Claudia. Don’t be shy,” I smiled, the best charming one I could. Her full lips were in a tight line, her fingers picking at each other before she sat back down with Louis.

“Okay so you sabotaged Louis’ meeting with Claudia and thought she was beautiful? Why didn’t you just say that?” Donna interrupted. 

“Didn’t you ask me to start from the beginning?” She snapped her lips closed. “So let me tell the goddamn story. Yes, I thought she was stunning. I mean, no one in their right mind would think otherwise. She is so pretty and so smart and twice the person I wish I could be. There is just something about her that I can’t shake from my memory.”

“Yeah we get it, you’re head over heels for Claudia. Now on with it I don’t have all day.”

I rolled my eyes. 

“That was the first time I met her. It wasn’t long after that she started working here when I talked to her again. She was just sitting at her desk, Griffin and whoever else crowded around the opposite end of the bullpen. She was excluded and it made me feel bad.”

I’ve always thought Griffin would be at the top of my list for top associates. He was like me; only shorter, not as good looking, and had blue eyes instead of brown. Did I mention he wasn’t as good looking? Anyway, I had only one intention: get Claudia alone so I could talk to her.

Every day since she started a few weeks ago, I have watched her get off the elevator, walk through the office, and disappear around the corner. It wasn’t fair that she got to look like that, walk like that, and no one was around to appreciate it. 

She was so fucking eye catching. And I didn’t want the other slobs at this firm to get to her before I could.

“Claudia, do you mind helping me with something for a few minutes?” I asked, voice just loud enough for Griffin to hear. 

She looked up, pen cap between her rosy lips, and blinked. That flush creeped onto her cheeks. I tried not to smile. 

“Sure,” she nodded once and stood up, following me out. 

I was not so subtle with the look that I gave Griffin, and he wasn’t so subtle with the way he spoke.

“Is there something you need, Harvey? Claudia is in the middle of a very important depo documentation. I’d hate for her to fall behind.”

What a dick. “No, Griffin. It seems like you’ve got more important things to do with your book club than working on whatever Louis assigned you, so Claudia will work just fine. I prefer an actually hard working associate to someone who’s discussing whatever mediocre steak dinner you had at Texas Roadhouse last Wednesday.”

“Griffin’s eyes simmered and shot daggers into Claudia. But he didn’t open his mouth. I thought about punching him in the face for looking at her like that, and that’s when I realized I was fucked. That I was willing to do that for Claudia when it was literally the second time I’ve ever talked to her.”

“I’ll say,” Donna huffed. “What happened next?” “I just had her deliver some letters for me to the courthouse. I asked her something about Griffin, if they were ever acquainted with each other.”

“And what did she say?”

“She told me that Griffin was a total douchebag and tried to use his social status to get a leg up on her in class discussions, cutting corners to discredit her. It was so unfair and I just-”

Donna put a hand on my knee. “Relax, Harvey. Griffin isn’t here, stop looking like you want to put him through a wall.” “Well, Donna, I do want to put him through a wall because he has been an asshole to Claudia for no other reason than she was good at her job. It makes me sick.”

“When did you start becoming so protective of her? I’ve never seen you like this with anyone other than Mike, Louis, Jessica and myself. You must… really really care about her.”

“I think it was during the mock trial. She was always off to the side, always attentive, but never spoke up. I couldn’t stop myself from glancing over at her every once and a while to see if she wanted to be included. But she never did.”

“This case may seem simple, but the husband is a grade A asshole. He has done everything to cover his tracks and is gonna come at us with everything he’s got. Find me some evidence and make it good.”

They all branched off, heading this way and that. Claudia went to the only logical place, right to me.

“Hi, Mr. Specter-sir. I just have one question about-about the case if you’ve got a minute. If you have somewhere to be I understand and I can ask later,” she said quickly.

“Of course, what do you want to know?” I couldn’t help but think her stuttering was cute. I knew she was nervous, specifically around me; she always seemed so tense with me, so I made sure to always speak quietly and calmly with her. 

“Was Mr. Saros the one who paid off that investment banker? Did the money come from his account directly or a different one?”

God she was so good. “It came from him and his wife’s joint account.”

Claudia had a slight grin to her lips, and she nodded before striding away. She was going to crack this wide open. I just knew it. 

I went back to my office to wait it out, to see if any one could come up with an idea before Claudia. Before I knew it, it was three o'clock and I had a meeting to go to for another case Mike and I were working on. When we got in the car, Mike was looking at me with a knowing smile. 

“What?” 

He shook his head, “Nothing, just wondering how long you’re going to pretend you’re not in love with Claudia Martin.”

“The first year associate?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know who she is. I see you watch her like a starving animal every time she comes into the office. And every time she leaves. And every time she asks Donna something.”

Uh oh.

“Oh please, I have far better things to do than get involved with a first year.”

“You didn’t deny that you were in love with her.”

“Do you want to get smacked? Or I could kick you out of this car at sixty miles per hour, see how you like the taste of asphalt.” Mike did not know when to stop pushing my buttons. 

“I think you just proved my theory.”

“What theory?”

“That you are in love and you are incredibly protective of Claudia. I heard about what you said to Griffin when he offered his help because Claudia was ‘too busy’. You know he pawned that work off to her, right?”

My eyes narrowed and my jaw clenched, as well as my fists. I fixed my gaze out the window and took some deep breaths. Jesus… he had a point. A huge point. God dammit I’m in trouble.

“Mike knew before I did?” Donna sounded mildly offended. 

“Well, not really. I never told him what we were doing. But I did tell him that I liked her. And when he told me that Griffin was pawning off his work to Caudia it sent me into a spiral. Shit, Donna… I am in so deep with Claudia. I really fucked up. I mean really bad. I made a promise to her that I wouldn’t treat her like the other associates because she wasn’t like the other associates. She was Claudia. And Claudia was- is- so much better than the rest of them.” “Why would you make a promise like that if you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep it?” “I had every intention of keeping it, but then all the shit with started happening when Louis found out about Mike being a fraud and he took that fucking case with Gerard and I couldn’t hold it together.” “Why did you even make it in the first place?” Donna asked, but I really didn’t want to tell this story.

I sighed, the type of sigh that fills your whole body.

“I was going off on Griffin one day, for being an asshole to some of the other associates, about pawning off his work to Claudia and she saw.”

“Griffin, I don’t care whose idea it was. You were the one to destroy his work, so you’re going to face the consequences.”

“It was just a prank, the entire document wasn’t supposed to be deleted.”

“You think tampering with another associate’s work is a prank? I hope when you go home tonight you think long and hard about who you wanna be as a man because as of right now, there isn’t going to be anything for you to come back to tomorrow. And you better pray to whatever you believe in because if there’s one person you don’t want to make an enemy out of, it’s me. Do you understand that?”

He clenched his jax, shoving his hands in his pockets. “yes.”

“You are going to be Louis’ personal associate.”“No, no way you can make me work for that man. He’s a total airhead.”“Yes, he is, now you two have something to talk about. You can bond over your selfish, outrageous egotistical behavior, it’ll be just like looking in a mirror.”

“Harvey I’m-”

“I don’t care what you are Griffin. You have no right to treat the other associates like that, especially Claudia. If I ever catch wind of you throwing your work load on her again so help me God I will make sure it is the last thing you do at this firm.”

If my point wasn’t clear enough by my words, the look I gave him would certainly do. He left my office without another word and I followed his movements all the way. But my eyes met Claudia’s. And they were wide and panicked. She quickly scurried away, head down and steps fast. She looked so afraid. 

She wasn’t afraid of me was she? I mean, all I had done was rip Griffin a new one for being an asshole. And he deserved it, Claudia would never do something to deserve that kind of lashing. 

“And so I promised her. I fucking promised her that I would never flip out on her and then I went and did exactly. God Donna… I am so fucked up.”

Her slim hand rubbed up and down my shoulder, but I only wanted it to be Claudia’s. I wanted her right next to me so I could go through all of this with her and explain that it wasn’t just some fling. Not to me. Never to me. I never wanted it to be temporary, she was… she’s it for me. 

The familiar prick crept into my eyes, my nose, and the tears fell. Donna has only seen me cry a handful of times, but never over a girl.

But Claudia wasn’t just some girl. She wasn’t just some hookup or some prize to be won. She was Claudia Martin. My Claudia. The quiet, shy first year associate I had worked so hard to get out of her shell. It wasn’t just for my pleasure, I truly didn’t want to see her fall behind just because she couldn’t ask me a question.

I saw that look in her eye; hunger and determination. Just like mine. I wanted it to shine brighter than her smile. Which was equally as devastating as her work in the courtroom. But I just wanted her to feel comfortable around me and I didn’t know what else to do. She was like a frightened baby deer around me. A constant nervous wreck at the drop of my name. I didn’t want her to be afraid of me, I wanted nothing more than to be a safe space for her. 

And maybe it’s just because I’m an idiot, but I’m realizing now that maybe I’m the one who needed the safe place. To just have someone to go to all the time. To share all of my proud moments and sneak little kisses and touches here and there. 

I need Claudia. I need her.

Maybe I took it too far. Started at the wrong place. I should’ve offered to take her out to dinner instead of inviting her up for a drink in my office after her first case. I shouldn’t have done it so backwards, and it kills me that I’m only drawing that connection now. Why couldn’t I have thought of that earlier? She would’ve been so much better off without all the backwards, fucked up shit that I did.

But it was so nice. To finally have the one thing I have been craving for so long. She was so soft, and she was so sweet under my touch and I couldn’t help myself. As soon as I first kissed her it was end game. I didn’t want to kiss anyone else. I wouldn’t ever kiss anyone again, not the way I kissed Claudia. More than lust. More than just a desire. 

Her lips on mine made my head go blank. I had an awful habit of having work thoughts creep their way into my head every once in a while. But never with her. Even when we were only talking about work, I couldn’t think about it. I only thought about her. About how brilliant she was, about how soft and warm and perfect her lips were on mine. About how she always made me feel at ease and comforted. I doubt she could ever make anyone afraid. Except maybe an opposing counsel. 

If I ever had to face her in court… I know I’d lose. For one, I’d give her anything she wanted simply because she could put me on my knees with a single look. And normally I’d hate to let a woman have that much control over me, but for Claudia… I’d let her do whatever she wanted. And Second, she knows what to do. All the time. She never misses a beat, and is always listening. Even when you think she isn’t.

I am so in love with Claudia. I felt my heart crack open. My voice more or less does the same. 

“Harvey…” “I am in love with her, Donna. And I think I have been for a long time.”

She was quiet, and a throat cleared. Mike was there in front of me, his hands in his pockets, a look of worry on his face. “Is everything alright?”

I saw Donna shake her head out of the corner of my eye. She didn’t say anything, but I knew she wanted to. 

“I broke my promise to Claudia.” That was all I said. I heard his sharp inhale, and he came and sat in front of us. “God dammit Mike… I really messed up. I hurt the one person I couldn’t afford to and- and I don’t know what to do.”

“Go talk to her,” Mike said. “If you’re serious about how you feel about Claudia, then you need to go tell her that it was never… whatever you were doing before. She has anxiety, Harvey. She is going to let her brain tell her things about you that aren’t true. And you need to be there to soothe the fire before it does irreversible damage.” “Well, what do you and Rachel do when you get into an argument?” 

“Harvey,” Donna said, “You aren’t Mike, and Claudia isn’t Rachel. Whatever they do might not work for you. You need to do what feels right for you and your relationship.” “I don’t know if you know this Donna, but I haven’t done something like this before. I don’t know how to talk to her. How to not make her anxious around me.” “We’ll help you,” Mike nods, as well as Donna. “We can come up with a plan but right now we’ve got a bigger problem on our hands.” What could be more devastating than hurting Claudia? 

Nothing. The answer was nothing.

____

CLAUDIA’S POV

I toed off my shoes, leaving them in the growing pile by my front door. I sighed at it. Why couldn’t they just put themselves away? 

My splitting headache was doing nothing to help either. 

Before I could even get a thought about what I could cook for dinner, the doorbell rang. I swear to god if Greg was here asking me about those flowers on my wreath again I was going to smack him with it, throw it over his head and shove him back inside his apartment and-

“Claudia, it’s Mike. I know you’re here, can we talk?”

Mike? What the hell is he doing here? 

I seriously debated giving my best housekeeper impression and deadbolting the door. But it was Mike, and he hadn’t done anything to deserve a cold shoulder. Oh god, what if Harvey was with him and I was getting set up? Oh shit.

“No, Harvey isn’t with me. I promise.”

I stalked to the door, pulling it open and glaring up at Mike. “The last time someone made me a promise I regretted it.” He just pressed his lips in a flat line. “What are you doing here, Mike?”

“I’m here on behalf of Harvey.” “Why?” “Because he’s worried about you.” Why is he worried about me? He made it very clear he didn’t give a shit about me. “He’s beating himself up over what he did.”

“Good,” that I didn’t restrain. 

“Claudia, he is really shaken up right now. He didn’t mean to do what he did. Now, I’m not going to stand here and pretend I know all the details about what he did but-” “He used me, Mike. Plain and simple.” All I got was a raised eyebrow. “He told me he wanted to ‘build my confidence’ which I was actually naive enough to believe, and it led to my worst fucking nightmare. But he just got what he wanted, to get his dick wet and then was done with me.”

“Claudia, trust me, it wasn’t like that. Harvey would never use you like that. He wouldn’t dream of it, trust me.”

“Are you sure because it seems like that’s exactly what he did. He saw that I was hard working, manipulated me into working with him, and treated me like shit when I was just trying to find a solution to his goddamn problem. I have more self respect than that. To let him continue to get away with that.”

“Can I ask what he did?”

My throat closed, and my palms began to sweat. I knew my annoying blush was there by the way his eyes dipped to my neck. 

“After I won my first case with him, he invited me up to his office for some drinks. Said something along the lines of wanting to get to know each other so I didn’t have to feel so nervous. So I went up, and one thing led to another and… I don’t know why I let it happen. I knew it would end badly. I can’t believe I let myself believe that he would be into me beyond anything other than his pure primal satisfaction. But he seemed so genuine and so caring. Like he genuinely wanted to help me, and some part of me obviously thought it was a good idea because it happened again. And again. And again. God, I sound like the biggest loser right now.” “No you don’t,” Mike gave me a soft smile. “If it means anything, those feelings weren’t one sided. I know it doesn’t mean much of anything coming from me but… Harvey is really really fucking sorry about what he did.”

I was physically shaking. Through my trembles, I managed to speak, despite my thoughts trying to shut me down. “It hurt so bad, Mike. I really like Harvey, and I thought he might feel the same way. I guess I was wrong. So… so wrong.”

“No, Claudia you’re not wrong. Harvey is a grade A asshole but he wouldn’t-”

“If there is any chance of Harvey sorting this out, you need to tell him to grow a set and tell me himself,” I have no idea where this confidence came from. “He needs to stop getting other people to do his job for him. If he can’t recognize that now, of all times, then… then I don’t think he deserves me.”

Mike blinked long, rubbing his fingers over his mouth. “Harvey didn’t ask me to come here.” “What?” What? 

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I knew Harvey wouldn’t come tonight. I’m not sure he’ll come at all but… Claudia, he talks about you like I’ve never seen him talk before. He gushes over you to the point where it’s annoying. And when I went to go and talk to him about what our next move was for this case… Claudia, he was crying. He was sobbing with Donna in his office and-”

Good, I wanted to say. But it kind of crushed my soul. Harvey was crying over what he did to me. 

“I’ve never seen him cry before,” Mike looked hurt, too. “He regrets what he said. I know he does.”

“I believe you.”

“Good,” he nods. “I don’t want to do his job for him and I think-”

“But that doesn’t mean I will forgive him for what he said,” and with that, I closed the door, locking it for the night.

_____

Saturday and Sunday were so agonizing. The last thing I wanted to do was go into an office after a weekend of anything but rest and relaxation. I was tired and hadn’t showered and needed some restful sleep. Not to be woken up three times a night by dreams of Harvey touching me. Those certainly didn’t help. 

My mind kept replaying our first time together. Specifically when he said 'Oh, Claudia, you really are that innocent, aren’t you?’ Innocent and naive… just like he said that night. Who was I to think that Harvey would take any interest in me besides the fact that I was good at being a lawyer? I wasn’t special in any way, I think he just knew that I was easy to manipulate into doing what he needed. 

There was no way in hell I’d ever do another thing for Havrey, the all powerful jackass, Specter again.

As I set my stuff on my desk, Griffin walked up. Great. Just great, what did this prick want?

“Hey umm… Hi Claudia,” he rubbed the back of his head. “I just- I’m sorry. About all the things I’ve done to you. You didn’t deserve it and I want you to know that you have always been six-times the lawyer I wish I could be. I was jealous and took it out on you. And I shouldn’t have so… I’m sorry.”

Did I just hear that right? Did Griffin Harper just apologize to me? What the fuck is going on?

“Oh,” great way to start, idiot. “Thank you, Griffin.”

He just gave me a short nod before scurrying away. Well, that was… unexpected. Certainly I couldn’t ever let us be friends, but it was nice to know he wasn’t my mortal enemy any longer. 

I went about my business, plagued with thoughts and reminders of Harvey ever which way I went. Louis and Jessica sent me an email with some files to print out so I scanned them, proofed them, and sent them to the printing room. 

God it sent a shiver down my spine to be back in here after he… don’t finish the thought don’t finish the thought-

“Hey, Claudia,” Donna snapped me out of my heated thoughts. “How are you?” “You can cut the bullshit now, Donna.”

She sighed, “it was a genuine question.” “And that was a genuine answer. I’m not in the mood.”

“Claudia-” “No, Donna. What Harvey did wasn’t okay, and I’m not going to stand here and pretend like what he did didn't hurt. Because it did and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it ever since. I don’t need you here to remind me.”

“Have you ever considered that Harvey may want to fix it?”

“No, Donna. I haven’t. And I’m not going to,” I stood my ground, squaring off my freshly printed papers before making more copies for Louis. 

“What are you talking about?”

I scoffed. “Do you really think that I wouldn’t figure out what was going on?” “Again, what are you-” “I know Harvey just thinks that I am gullible and naive and easy to push around because he makes me nervous. And it’s true. Whenever I am near him I can’t keep myself composed and I’m sick and tired of being walked all over. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to let myself see otherwise, but I’m even more upset that you didn’t come clean and tell me.” “Claudia, no one is walking over you. And I didn’t know about any of this until you told me on Friday. Harvey came to you because he knew can rely on you and your abilities to get things accomplished. He wanted the chance to work with you and get you to trust him a little. You have to know that by now,” Donna was standing right next to me, blocking my way out. 

“Maybe I do, but that doesn’t mean that I believe it. Donna, I am not some corporate power house that is gonna bring firms to their knees. Not like he does.” “Nobody does what Harvey does.” “And that’s my point,” I grit my teeth. “Harvey was trying to make me into a mini version of him, just like he did with Mike and it’s not what I want to be. Donna, I am not assertive. I am not reckless and willing to go behind peoples backs to get the job done. I like rules and regulations and the law. They are there so people abide by them, and Harvey, more often than not, doesn’t do that. Yes, I look up to him as a role model because I admire his tenacity. But that doesn’t mean I like or agree with the things he does.”

“And you think that I like it when he goes and cuts someone’s legs out from under them?”

“I didn’t say that. But that means you know how I feel. I can’t- I don’t… I don’t want to be around someone like that. It makes me feel like I’m suffocating. And worst of all he gave me his word that he wouldn’t lash out and treat me like the other associates. I cant believe that I was stupid enough to believe that Harvey would-“

Both of us stopped as someone pushed through the door. 

Harvey…

“Donna,” Harvey’s mouth was pressed in a flat line. He jerked his head over his shoulder. Donna gave me a sympathetic look and turned on her heel. Where was she going?

“Wait, Donna don’t-” I whispered.

“You’ll be fine,” she gave me a firm look, patting my shoulder as she walked around Harvey. Oh my god… she set me up.

My heart felt like it was ripping out of my fucking chest. The last thing I needed right now was to be in an enclosed space with Harvey.

He stared at me, fussing with the cufflink on his shirt. “Claudia.” “I’m sorry, Mr. Specter, but I have to get these to Louis.” I tried to go around him, like Donna had, but he just let his body fall against the wall. Blocking the way. I couldn’t bring myself to look up at him and ask him to let me go. 

“I want you to listen to me.” His voice was stern, in a demanding way, but not in a pissed off way. 

“No, I am in a rush. Now if you’ll excuse me-”

“No,” he said with a shake of his head. “Come on, Claudia. Please just talk to me. I tried to call you but you didn’t answer and-.”

“I know, but I don’t want to talk to you. I want you to get out of my way so I can go do my job.” 

“A little feisty today, aren’t we?” He pushed off his shoulder, taking a step towards me, I took one back. And another as he took one. 

“No, I need to-” “Get those copies to Louis, I heard you,” Harvey acknowledged, but didn’t stop walking closer to me. My back eventually hit a copier and I almost fell over, but Harveys arms came to either side of my body, blocking me in. “And I don’t care.”

His face was inches from mine, chest inches from mine. I felt desperate for a breath. I forgot how to think, how to appear unphased. Everything he’s taught me has vanished from my mind. His eyes, much darker in this low over-head light, seemed to pierce my soul. 

“What… What are you doing?” My voice was barely audible. 

“I want you to know that I wouldn’t ever, ever, take advantage of you like that. I can’t even believe that you would think that. You think I enjoy making you a nervous wreck? Well, I don’t. It honestly makes me sick that even after all this time, you can’t trust me.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you.”

“Then what is it? Because clearly I am not understanding,” his tone deepened, voice scratching in his throat. 

I couldn’t- I didn’t know how to admit to him-

“I- I umm… Mr. Specter I can’t-”

“Stop calling me that, please, Claudia. Stop seeing me as your boss for one second and see me as literally anything else.”

I swallowed. Nothing went down. “Harvey… you are… you scare me more than anyone else I’ve ever met.” “Why?” his brows knit together. “What is it about me that makes you so afraid of me?”

“Everything.” I was shaking, visibly shaking in front of him. I looked anywhere but his eyes because I knew if I did I’d crack open and bleed my heart all over him. 

His exhale was sharp enough to rustle the small hairs framing my face. “Claudia just-”

“I can’t be around you without feeling like I’m gonna drown in your presence.” 

He was stunned silent for a beat too long. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Harvey I told you I didn’t want to-”

“Please, Claudia, tell me why you are so afraid of me.” He was begging. Begging for me to explain.

“Because I know that if I let myself think for one fucking second that you actually like working with me I’ll drop my guard around you. And I cannot afford to do that because there are things I keep locked inside that I would rather take to my grave than ever let someone know.”

“And what, you don’t think I’m equally as terrified to have these feelings for you?” “Not like mine.” Harvey gave me a very concerned glance. “There, you asked me to tell you. Please just let me go.”

“No, not until you tell me what is haunting you so much you’re willing to let it eat you alive rather than just let it out for once in your life. Look, I get that you’re a private person, and it’s hard for you to trust people, but that doesn’t mean you need to keep everything bottled inside and let it rot you from the inside out-”

“For the love of guard Harvey it’s you,” I shouted, far louder than I meant to. “It is you that is driving me insane. I cannot go a single moment of my day without thinking about you. I am terrified that you are going to see right through me and figure out that every thought that goes on inside my head has to do with you because for some reason, known only by some sick and twisted higher power, I want you to see me the way I see you. I want you to want me as much as I want you and-”

I stopped because I ran out of air. And then it hit me so hard I saw stars. What the fuck have I just done? My vision began to black out, my heart beating too fast for my lungs to keep up with. 

Harvey had backed up a step, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. 

I was going to throw up, I was sure of it. I tried to speak, but my mind had melted and oozed out of my ears. 

I ran, I left the copies on the floor; at some point I dropped them. And ran. His hand caught my elbow and I shrieked, whipping around just as Harvey slammed the door closed, pinning me, yet again. 

“You do not get to drop that ball and run away,” his voice had a darkness I’ve never heard. “Claudia, in what way do you want me?”

Frozen. My mind was utterly dysfunctional and useless. I couldn’t think, I’m surprised I remembered how to breathe. God his eyes…

“Claudia, please answer me.” Now his voice was tender, filled with warmth. His fingers tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You have to tell me in what way now or I’m… you have to tell me.”

“Why does it matter? I've already ruined everything I’ve had going for me.” I was meek with my words. Wimpy. Cowardice. 

“Because it matters to me.”

“I want you, I want Harvey.”

“As in you want me, and not as your boss, Claudia?” He clarified. I had to shut my eyes, to turn my cheek to him so I wouldn’t see his reaction when I nodded in confirmation. “Fucking hell…”

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Just… just let me go and I can hand Jessica my letter of resignation right now and you never have to see me again-”

“Are you out of your mind?” Harvey’s caramel eyes were wide. “Claudia, I don’t want you to go. Not for one fucking second. Why do you even have a letter drafted?”

“But I just-” 

His fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him when I spoke. God dammit… Harvey’s thump caressed my lip, pulling it down and watching it spring up. Slowly, ever so slowly, he dipped it inside my mouth. I couldn’t help the soft noise that startled out of me. 

“Claudia… you have no idea how much I have been praying to hear you say those words. I have been driving myself out of my mind with what to say. How to say it and I- I don’t know how to tell you everything I’ve been wanting to. For weeks now.

“I have been thinking of you nonstop. I keep making up excuses and things to come see you during the day. I want nothing more than to get the chance to treat you right, and I want you to want it too. I promised myself I wouldn’t make a move unless you made one first because I knew how petrified you were of me. I can’t- I won’t have you be afraid of me if we do this.

“But I fucked up. I got ahead of myself and I didn’t go in the direction that I should've. I should've just asked you out to dinner, been a true gentleman rather than selfish. You have no idea how long I have been practicing what to say. I just made everything so much worse. And I wish like hell I could take it all back and do it all again because I am so so so fucking sorry for breaking my promise.”

I stared up at him, at the tears spilling over his lashes, and the flush on his cheeks. His lip quivered. He looked so vulnerable. So open and honest. Every part of me wanted to take it to heart, but that voice in the back of my head was telling me not to believe it.

“Harvey I-”

“Please, Claudia,” Harvey knelt to the ground, sitting back on his heels. “I will do whatever you want to gain your trust back. Anything… anything. But I can’t let you walk away from me. I want a real chance to make you happy, to give you every part of me. I will do or say or answer whatever you want but please do not leave me. If you truly don’t want me, tell me, and we never have to talk again. I will make it like I was never here in the first place if you told me to, but I don't think you want that. And I don’t want it either.”

Harvey was on his knees. Begging me to open my heart up to him. 

“Please don’t make me regret this, Harvey…”

He let out a breath, and a smile accompanied the tears that fell down his face. He reached for my hand, and I let him grab it. His fingers were warm and smooth in mine, familiar and comforting as he gently tugged me towards him. 

“I'm so sorry, Claudia. I will regret nothing more than the words I said to you. But I want to fix it, I want to be better. Not just for you, but for myself. But you are what makes me want to be better. I need to learn to control myself and take a page out of my own book to make that happen.”

Harvey rested his head on my stomach, and I let my fingers thread through his spiky hair. 

“But I don’t want you to be afraid of me anymore. I can’t- I won’t let you be afraid to ask me a question. I want to be there for you, work related or not, but I can’t do it if you don’t meet me halfway. I do remember you making me a promise back, to not see me as a monster.”

My hand stopped, and he looked up. I wanted to agree, but I was still upset, and he must’ve seen that. 

“Okay, that was a bad time to bring that up.”

“Yup.” 

Harvey huffed a laugh, standing back up. His smile was sweet, his finger gentle as it swept some hair away from my face. 

“You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, Claudia Olivia Martin.”

“How did you find out my middle name?”

“Donna,” he smiled wider. I just rolled my eyes. “I don’t really know how to do any of this, so I asked her for some help. I knew I had to do it myself. I just didn’t really know where to start and she’s… well, she’s Donna.” “Yes, she is Donna,” I smiled up at him. “But it’s gonna take me more than that to convince me.”

“Oh I have like seven other things lined up and ready to go. If you'd like to hear them. First, you are the most stunning, breathtaking, gorgeous woman I have ever met in my life. Second, I admire every part of you. All your good habits, your bad, your anxious thoughts and brave approach to life. Because they all make you you. Three, I am the biggest fucking idiot. For starting all of this off wrong, for yelling at you. For leading you to believe that I just wanted to get in your pants.”

“You’re also an asshole. A bit of a coward and a bitch. Did I say that you were an asshole?”

“Okay okay,” he placed his hands on my hips and I let him, doing nothing to hide the giggle that bubbled out. “Yes, I am all of those things. And, for the record, I did want to get in your pants, just not that way.”

“Of course you did, who could resist all of this?” My heart sped up when he looked at me over, a huge grin spreading his cheeks wide and bright. 

“Looks like you’ve gained a little confidence, huh?”

“Well, I did have a not so awful teacher. That was before he betrayed me.” “Are you gonna stop rubbing salt into the wound?”

I faked a ponder, “Nope.”

“Claudia,” he pressed a tentative kiss to my cheek, then gauged my response before placing one on the other. “Olivia,” another kiss. “Martin.” He kissed my forehead, then the tip of my nose. “I will never be able to take back what I said, but I hope you find it in your heart to give me a second chance. Even good people are great at making bad decisions. I know I can be a better man, and I know you know that too. Just one,” a kiss to my left cheek, “More,” right cheek, “Chance.”

His lips hovered over mine, waiting for permission before he pressed them into mine. My heart was beating so fast. So strong, all because of him. All for him. 

My eyes met his, “Okay, Harvey.”

Those devastating eyes ignited. His smile grew so wide I got lost in it with my own. I was pressed flat to him, my hands on his shoulders, his hands on my lower back. My ears were buzzing with my pulse and I hoped he felt how fast it was. Who knew Harvey had such a way with words? I wondered how long he practiced all of this in the mirror. Who knows, maybe he was secretly a hopeless romantic and-

“Claudia,” Harvey snapped me out of my daydream. 

“Hmm?” “Please tell me I can kiss you.”

Oh. Right. 

“And what if I say no?”

“Then I won’t.”

“And if I say yes?” “I’ll make sure it is the best damn kiss you’ve ever and will ever have.”

Sounds pretty good to me. I pressed up on my toes, arms wrapping around his neck, and finally let our lips say hello. It had been too long, It felt so right, so perfect. And I realized it felt like all the other times we’ve kissed; I didn’t want to kiss anyone else. I wanted to kiss Harvey. Harvey goddamn Specter. 

I should find out what his middle name is from Donna to surprise him. 

“Come over tonight,” he blurted out.

“What?” “Come over, let me cook something for you. We can make it our first date. A real date. Let me start this off on the right foot. Unless tonight is too soon and you need more time to heal and process or-”

“Just stop talking,” I literally put my fingers over his mouth. “I’d love to come over for dinner, Harvey.”

If I hadn’t been in his arms I’m sure he’d jump up and down out of excitement. He kissed me again, and again, and again. The slight stubble on his chin tickled my neck enough for me to tuck down into my shoulders when he kissed below my ear. 

“Hey, Claudia, I just want to make sure- oh. Well, this seems to be going well,” Donna had a proud smile on her face, arms crossed over her chest.

“It is,” Harvey beamed down, never taking his eyes off of me. 

“Good, I’m glad to hear it.”

“How much of this was your idea?” I asked. 

“I suggested he get a horse and carriage to surprise you on your way out but he knew you wouldn’t want a grand gesture,” She said. “So I think that should say it well enough as to who came up with all the ideas.” When I looked back at him, he had a flush to his cheeks, and hid his grin. 

“Wow, Harvey, I’m impressed.” “Well,” he shrugged. “I don’t know… I wanted it to be authentic and special. Something that you would take to heart and genuinely appreciate. So it’s the best I could come up with over the weekend because if I didn’t do it soon I was going to explode.”

“Seriously, Claudia. This idiot wouldn’t leave my house for two days. I had to kick him out so he could get a shower and change. Did you even sleep?” “You haven’t slept?” He shook his head. “Harvey, what- okay. We need to do our dinner another day because if you try to cook you might set your house on fire and that would-” “Nope, too bad. I’m fine, really Claudia. I can handle making dinner. I’ll leave early and take a nap if that would make you feel better.” “Yes, it would,” I sighed out, looking back at Donna who had a look that meant trouble. “What?” “You guys are adorable.”

I blushed. “Oh, wait! Before you go, what’s Harvey’s middle name? I mean, he went to you for mine so it’s only fair…”

“Don’t you dare,” Harvey pointed at Donna who all but melted the Wicked Witch of the West with her smirk.

“Reginald.”

“Reginald?” I repeated. “Seriously?”

“It’s a family name, alright?” He defended. “Now, if you two will excuse me I have a very important dinner to plan for an even more important girl. Donna, can you-” “Already cleared your schedule.”

“Remind me to give you a raise.” “Oh I’ve already written a bonus check, it just needs your signature.” “I’m surprised you didn’t forge it,” I snickered. 

“I would’ve but having Harvey do it makes it that much more satisfying.”

Harvey just shook his head, but smiled at us both. “I’ll see you tonight, is seven good?” “Sounds perfect,” I nodded, relishing in his warmth as he pressed one more kiss to the top of my head before leaving. 

“So,” Donna swayed on her feet. “I take it that things went well?” “Yeah, yeah it did. I was surprised, today has been so weird. Even Griffin apologized to me.” “Griffin? Really?” “Yeah,” I followed in step behind her towards the bullpen. “He genuinely apologized to me. It was so unexpected. Now this… I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dreading this happening. But it turned out way better than I expected so I can’t complain. I need to stop expecting the worst case scenario all the time and believe that I can handle anything that comes at me.”

“Now that sounds like true growth and confidence,” Donna slung her arm over my shoulder. “And definitely something Harvey couldn’t have taught you.” “No, he didn’t. That was all on my own.”

___

As I packed up to head home for the day, my stomach was on fire with nerves about tonight. Not nerves, excitement. 

“Hey, Claudia,” Griffin caught up to me right before the elevator closed. “Do you want to join us for drinks tonight?”

I just smirked. “Sorry, Griffin. I can’t, I have a date with Harvey Specter.” And I let the door shut before he could get on.

____

This building. For fucks sake his front door cost more than what I make in a year, probably. The door man had given me a bit of a side eye when I asked to be let up to Harvey. Well, here I was. 

The bottle of wine in my hand wasn’t getting any colder as I paced outside of his apartment. Was I making this a bigger deal than it needed it to be? Most definitely. 

I knocked. 

Harvey opened it a few moments later, a smug look on his face. “I was wondering how long you were going to just stand there.”

God dammit. The heat rose up my neck and I looked away. “Just shut up and take the wine.”

He chuckled, plucking it from my grasp before stepping aside to let me in. I gazed up and into his hallway, following it down to the kitchen. Woah… holy windows. The already set sun lit up the sky with blues and purples, making all of this feel very cinematic. 

“You didn’t need to bring this, Claudia,” Harvey smiled nonetheless. 

“I just- I don’t know, isn't that what people do when they’re invited over?”

“Why are you still so nervous?” 

Right to it, I guess. “What makes you say that?” “Well,” he sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was wearing all black. He looked… too good for his own good. Or mine for that matter of fact. “For starters, you’ve clearly been running your fingers through your hair. Second, I’ve watched you fiddle with that string on your sleeve at least four times now.”

My fingers ceased their motion. I had been toying with it. “I like to keep my hands busy.”

“I call it a nervous habit.”

“Did you invite me here for dinner or just to pick on me for being anxious?” 

“You have no reason to be anxious here,” he crept closer, taking my hand in his. Harvey gently kissed the back of my fingers. “There is no one here to watch, no prying eyes to hide from. It’s just me, Claudia.”

“And that is precisely what makes me nervous,” I did let a laugh bubble up. “But, you’re right. I guess there is no reason to be so… terrified.”

“Good,” he smiled, placing his hands on my hips. I let mine fall around his shoulders. “Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.” I turned to look behind me, a few pots and a pan of vegetables on the stove. Harvey’s hands still lingered on my sides as I peered over to look inside.

“I didn’t know the great Harvey Specter could cook,” I jabbed, making him roll his eyes playfully. “It looks lovely, thank you.”

“Told you, there’s more to the name than the title it comes with.”

From the table, I watched him plate the stir fry dish and bring it over. I was starving, and I made sure to eat my lunch a little later so I wouldn’t be ravenous by the time this dinner rolled around. I wasted no time taking a forkful and practically inhaling it. 

“I’ll take that as a good sign?” 

I nodded, “It’s amazing. Where did you learn to cook like this?” “Here and there. My brother owns a bar and restaurant back home, we used to like to cook together all the time.” “I didn’t know you had a brother,” I tilted my head. “That’s amazing, though. Glad you put those skills to good use.”

“Do you have any siblings?”

I hummed, “Yeah I have two brothers. I’m the baby of the family.”

“Am I going to have to win their trust one day?” 

My laugh echoed through the spacious dining room, “No, they’re pretty cool. Vince, my oldest brother, is married, has two kids who are in college. My other brother, Caleb, is the one you’ve gotta watch out for. He’s my twin and very vocal about the men in my life, especially when he doesn’t think they’re good enough for me.”

“I see,” Harvey gave me a look I knew all too well. 

“Yeah, he can be a pain in my ass sometimes. But I love him, he always stood up for me when I was too afraid. Whether someone was picking on me in school or tried to get one up on me at a bar, he was always there. He’s just protective of me, they both are, but Caleb… he’s always had my back.” “It’s good to have those types of people on your side,” Harvey’s smile was so bright. 

For about an hour we ate and had dessert. I don’t know how, he probably asked Donna, but he had my absolute favorite chocolate cake. Coated in a thick butter cream, it practically melted in my mouth. I wasn’t shy about telling him how delicious it was. 

“I could marry this cake,” I knew I was being dramatic, but I didn’t care. “If I could take this cake, and mold it in the shape of a man, I would.”

Harvey grinned, looking from the cake on his plate, back up to me as I spooned another mouthful. He dipped his finger in the frosting and swiped it across his cheek. I blushed, so hard, and he just laughed and laughed. 

“You think you’re funny, huh?” I had to put my face in my hands. 

“I do, actually. Why don’t you come over here and clean it off for me,” Harvey spoke dangerous words. I raised my eyebrow in question, but he merely scooted his chair back in response, palms turned upward. 

Now or never, I thought. 

I stood, my bare feet padding quietly to Harvey. This is where I had confidence. Could use his own game against him. Because up until this point, all Harvey knows about me is that I am a nervous wreck in front of him. 

The cards have no longer been dealt in his favor. 

I swung my leg over his, perching on his thigh. I took my thumb and ran it across his face, collecting the decorative icing off his cheek, licking my thumb clean. His eyes tracked my movements, especially when I stuck out my tongue and showed him the mess.

His throat bobbed, and his eyes darkened. 

“Where did that shy, blushing Claudia go?” Harvey’s voice sent a chill down my spine. 

“Away, for now,” I smirked. “There are plenty of versions of Claudia you haven’t met before.”

“And who exactly is this version?” He asked.

“That depends,” I huffed. “Are you going to let me have what I want or are you going to make me earn it?”

Harvey’s hands crept up my thighs, cupping my ass gently. “You’re gonna let me choose?”

“You better choose carefully.”

“And why is that?”

“Because,” I said. “You can either let me take what I want, or try to take what you want. But I’ll let it be known, that isn’t possible. You won’t be able to resist me long enough to uphold that promise.”

“Oh, you think I’m that easy?” Harvey countered, tightening his hold on my body. I let out a whine, enticing him into my game further. 

“I don’t know, Harvey.” I ran my hand down his chest, grinding back and forth on his thigh. I leaned close to his ear, “I can be your every fantasy or your worst nightmare.”

I pulled away from his body, taking a few steps back and towards another hallway. I assumed that’s where his bedroom was, and judging by the screeching of the chair against the floor, I was heading in the right direction. 

The first door I pushed open was, thankfully, the right room. His clothes were hung up neatly in the closet on the opposite side of the room, the city below shining onto the walls. Harvey shut the door quickly, turning on a lamp beside his bed. 

Harvey grinned like the devil and crushed his mouth to mine. I didn’t waste any time letting his tongue tangle with mine. Harvey kissed like the god he was, like a true emperor. He tasted like pure sin, like the cake we were just sharing.

My hands went to the buttons on his shirt, fitting them through the tiny holes and pushing it off his shoulders. 

“Mmm wait, sweetheart,” Harvey broke our lips apart. “I don’t wanna do it this way tonight. Let me take care of you. Please.”

Well, when he sounded like that, who was I to resist him? I let him lay me down, his body between my legs as he placed the most tender kiss on my lips. He moved down my chest, slowly lifting my shirt and placing his mark on my stomach. Up my chest, and my neck. 

“You are so beautiful, Claudia. And I can’t believe I get to have all of you to myself. I can’t wait to make you feel so good.”

I sighed out, letting my eyes close as he explored my body. He was forward with his choices, but he wasn’t ever harsh. He was so soft. So loving and so caring. No one had ever made me feel equally nervous or excited as Harvey did. But now… I wasn’t afraid of him. I don’t think I could ever again. 

“Is it okay if I take these off?” “I wasn’t sure you knew how to ask for permission,” I giggled. He just scowled, but I nodded. “Of course, Harvey. Do whatever you want.” “Don’t-” he swallowed. “Don’t say things like that when I am trying to be sweet and nice to you.”

“I think you’re forgetting that I like it when you manhandle me,” I smiled up to the ceiling before looking at him between my legs. “Sorry, carry on.”

He laid a not so gentle tap to the inside of my thigh before removing my skirt. The chill of the air spread goosebumps across my skin, even more when he placed kisses from my ankle to my hips bone. 

“God I could spend all day between your legs. They’re so perfect,” he praised, spreading them wide so he could fit his torso between them. “You’re so fucking hot, Claudia.” I flushed, beet red, and turned away from him. But his fingers brought me right back. 

“You don’t get to be shy now, sweetheart. Not tonight, let me see all of you.”

“I’m all yours Harvey.” Our eyes locked, and the sparks flew. His lips were on mine, hurried, but not starving. It was intense and passionate and everything I could’ve asked it to be. He lifted my shirt over my head and slipped off my bra from behind. Thankfully his chest was warm against mine.

From one second to the next, Harvey swooped me on top of him and rolled, tugging the sheet with him. When they were freed, he laid me back down and put them over his body. 

“Oh, guess I should get these off,” he grinned, pushing his jeans down his thighs, his briefs going with them. Man… what a sight to behold. Harvey wasn’t shredded, but it was clear his boxing habits kept him in good shape. 

There was something about him that just made me want to crumble and fold. 

Harvey’s lips were hot as they moved all over me, nipping and biting and leaving tiny marks here and there. Before he could lose all his resolve, he reached over to his bedside table and plucked a foil packet from a little jar. Classy. 

“Doing okay, sweetheart?” He smoothed down my hair. 

“Yes, Harvey. I’d be better if…” I locked my legs around his middle, pulling him to me. “You just got on with it.” “Such an impatient little thing,” his grin gave away his facade. 

“Oh please, don’t act like you’re not craving this as much as I am.” “You’re right,” he smirked, lining up and pushing all the way in. a low groan escaped his flushed lips. “But I know you can’t get enough of this.”

I breathed heavily, clinging to him. His hips stirred, slowly pulling back, and sinking all the way in. Harvey rested his head on my shoulder, tongue making patterns on my ignited skin. I tugged at his hair, lips working on their own to find all his sweet spots. 

I raked my nails up his back, not missing when his hips slowed and he moaned. So I did it again. His thumb found its way between my legs and circled around where I wanted it most. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to take care of me. 

Harvey took his time, making sure that I was feeling good and got what I wanted. This was so different from the feverish moments we’ve had in the office. But it was somehow way better. Well, it could use one thing.

As he laced our fingers together, I moved our hands up. He stopped kissing me for a moment to give me a puzzled look. But I slipped his grip from mine and placed his hand on my throat. 

“I don’t need you to go all ‘sir’ on me tonight, but just give me this. Please.” I did the best I could with my eyes to lure him in, and it worked. It tightened, but it was never tight. It was just there, a reminder of the part of him I was going to get to see whenever I wanted. 

He started to let his control slip, and I knew it was hard for him to be so gentle. But I appreciated it so much. I let some of my control slip as well, just because I wanted to rile him up. His breath quickened, and so did his hips. His thumb was relentless between my legs and I could feel my high approaching.

“Come on, sweetheart, let go. Make yourself feel so good for me.” There it was, the Harvey that kept me up at night. That has plagued my dreams for the past few days. 

I met his hips with mine, and my release crashed over me when I wasn’t expecting it. I shook in his arms as he continued to move, chasing his own time. 

“Fuck, Harvey,” I gasped. “Let go for me, you did such a good job making me feel good.”

He cursed, tucking his head down momentarily before crushing his mouth to mine, not shy about how I was making him feel. His body went rigid, and the praise streamed out of his mouth.

“Fuck fuck Claudia… god you feel so good. You are so perfect for me. So soft and warm.”

My lips would surely be bruised tomorrow morning, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was being here with Harvey. About carrying him through the aftershocks of his release. I rubbed at his back, kissed his neck and cheeks. When he lifted his head, he had this dreamy look on his face. 

“You look so hot,” he ran his thumb across my cheek, bringing me in for another kiss. “Thank you for giving me a second chance.”

“I’m glad I decided to do it. I can’t decide which Harvey I like more. This one or the one who calls me sweetheart.”

“Did I not call you sweetheart tonight?” “You did, but not the way you do when I call you ‘sir’.”

“Ahh, I see,” he smirked. “As much as I would like to think that I could flip a switch right now, I don’t want to spoil this moment with you.”

“If you don’t want to spoil it, then you should take us into the shower.”

And then I was in the shower. Hot water streaming between us from the rain shower head. His hands were soft as he kneaded my body; they particularly felt nice on my ass, especially when he added his lips to the mix. 

“You are so amazing, Claudia. I cannot stress that enough.” “You’re doing an amazing job,” I smiled, kissing him. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“I know,” he grinned, smacking my ass before lathering up his hands and running them through my hair. It was hard to not fall asleep standing up. “Sweetheart, if you keep making those noises it is going to be very very hard to not take you right here.”

My eyes flew open, his very apparent arousal pressing into my backside. Well, alright then. Go Claudia, you sexy son of a bitch!

“And who’s to say that I wouldn’t want that?” “I am trying to hold back, you know. I wanted tonight to be different, to be special. I didn’t want it to be heated and rough and-”

“Harvey,” I turned, pressing a hand to his chest. “I know.” “I wanted to ‘make love’ or whatever they call it in those cheesy romance books you read.”

I laughed out loud, picturing Harvey curled up on the couch with a book in his hand, a fire in the fireplace. “Nobody says ‘making love’ any more, babe.” “Babe?” “Yeah, babe. I figured you wouldn’t like sugar, or honey bun, or baby for that matter.”

“Don’t make me sound older than I am, please. For fucks sake I passed the Bar when you were in highschool.”

“It doesn’t bother me all that much anymore,” I admitted, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I thought it would, but it doesn’t really make a difference to me.”

“Good, I’m glad it doesn’t freak you out,” he smiled. “And, for the record, I hope it doesn’t freak your folks out.”

“It won’t.”

He lifted up a brow, “How could you know?” “Because I already told them about you.” I felt him go tight. “Relax. They knew who you were already and they couldn’t have been more excited that I found a caring, respectful, well respected man.”

He let out a sigh, “and your brothers?” “They don’t know yet, but don’t worry about them, either. It will be okay.”

“When did you become the consoling one? It’s weird.” “I know, right?” I giggled. When I looked into his eyes, there was a fondness to his gaze. He was looking at my body, but not in a way he had before. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Harvey shrugged, “I just love you so much, Claudia. And I am so proud of how far you’ve come in just these first couple of months.”

My heart hitched in my chest, then beat so wildly I wasn’t entirely sure it didn’t burst through my skin and land in his hands. I froze. Mike had been right. Harvey wasn’t just some cock, high strung New York attorney that couldn’t decipher his own feelings. He seemed incredibly in tune with his emotions and that couldn’t be more attractive. 

I just kissed him. I didn’t know what else to do other than kiss him. He had to take a step back to support our combined weight. Harvey’s arms were strong around my waist, his lips reassuring and just as firm as his grip. 

“I love you too, Harvey. So fucking much.”

____

The comforters pulled tight, Harvey's body pressed behind mine… I couldn’t think of a more relaxing way to end the night. Especially after I slipped to my knees in the shower and showed him just how much I loved him. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming about having you in my arms one night. All night long.”

I hummed, scooting back so his chest met my back, his legs molding with mine. “I may have fantasized about it once or twice as well.” “Have you now?” “Again, there are several versions of Claudia you haven’t met before.” “And I look forward to coaxing every single one of them out with my mouth… my tongue… my hands… my-”

“Tomorrow,” I whispered, letting my eyes lull shut. “We can do it all again tomorrow. On the table, on the counter, on the couch-” “You’re not helping the situation here, you know,” he tugged at my half-dried hair. “Don’t get me started, sweetheart. I just might not let you get any sleep tonight.”

I clenched my thighs together. This was going to be such a sweet, tortuous game to play. And I got to play it every day. Every night, if I wanted. He wouldn’t be able to resist me. I had a secret weapon.

“Whatever you say, sir.”

His hand was wrapped around my throat, forcing my head to turn back to look at him. He clicked his tongue, eyes more awake than they had been a few minutes ago. “Oh sweet, innocent little Claudia. I guess you haven’t learned your lesson yet. It’s okay, I’d be happy to give you more instruction. I think I recall saying that eventually I would break you down over and over again until all you could remember was my name and how to breathe. Well, sweetheart. What do you think? Because I think you can still form coherent thoughts. I think it’s time we change that, don’t you?” I nodded, “Yes.”

His grip tightened and tightened and tightened. “Yes what?”

I smirked, climbing into his lap and taking him into my hand. “Yes, sir.”

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[inhibitionfreewriting]

Right Person, Wrong Time (pt2)

for what it's worth, i'm sorry for any heartbreak

part 1 / part 3

🌠🌠

Surely there was a reason for this. To be damned to show up with your bar-crawling friends to a place where your ex fiancé is flirting with some woman. Your friends haven't noticed him and it doesn't seem like he's noticed you, too busy trying to get the woman to laugh at his jokes.

It takes less than 2 minutes from your friends to find a table near the bar itself but far enough away from him that you don't really mind, sticking to the innermost corner of the group. They barely even paid attention when you were more focused on getting a good shot of him than ordering a drink.

you 7:19pm: [picture of your ex fiancé]

you 7:19pm: stupid motherfucker couldn't pick a better bar to go hard ass women at

you 7:20pm: harass*

You weren't even entirely sure of who you sent the message to, perhaps a little too inebriated yourself to be completely in control. Maybe that was what you really wanted though. That's what you were used to, wasn't it? Having other people make decisions for you? One of the people you were with slid their drink over to you.

"Drink honey, drink and I'll get me another one. You need it you just look... you look sooo so sad." Fruity. You could barely taste the alcohol.

"You can't be sad!" Another one says, smacking their hand down on the table before pointing at you. "You can't be sad because your life is going to get so much better. I can feel it. It's in the stars. I was reading your uh... your... fucking what is it called, shit."

"Horoscope?"

"YES! Your whore scope."

"Horoscope."

"Shh shh shh. That's what I said. It said that your life is going to change in a big big way soon. I believe it's gonna be good." You shook your head and continued drinking, not paying attention to the way that the conversation drifted away from you once again. The way you liked it.

... bzzzt ...

Willard Neffard 7:30pm: I thought he didn't even drink?

Thank god you had texted Will and nobody else.

you 7:32pm: 8 months ago he didn't

you 7:35pm: but maybe that was a lie??

you 7:38pm: IDK i kind of wish i could leave but i cannot drive right now

Willard Neffard 7:50pm: I got you 👍🏻

you 7:51pm: a literal night in shining armor

you 7:51pm: knight

"Guys, I'm gonna have a friend come get me." Your friends frowned and the one next to you wrapped their arm around you and dropped their head to your shoulder. "I don't feel that great and I think I'm out of battery for the night."

"We get it babes, you gonna stay with us till your ride gets here?" You nodded and leaned your head against the one on your shoulder.

"Probably for the best. Just means I can keep knocking them back until then. Excuse me, miss!" You called your waitress over and ordered another round. The Uber driver would get it surely, if you explained to them that you saw your ex fiancé who technically left you at the altar showed up at a bar that you were at to relax so you drank a little more while waiting for them to get there? Yeah, definitely, of course they would. Who wouldn't?

Willard Neffard 8:26pm: Outside

At this point you were near stumbling and your mind was in a perpetual spin cycle. Were you too hung up on your life getting destroyed, or were you hung up enough? Your friends told you it was grief. You were grieving the burning of bridges, the deaths of friendship, and that grief was hard to get over. You grow around grief, grief doesn't get smaller.

The air outside the bar had a bite to it, the cool breeze immediately lighting your cheeks up, what a difference. No Uber to be seen though... and no Will either. Did you send him the wrong address? You pulled out your phone and checked, no you sent the right one. You ran your hand through your hair. There was a slim chance that he was playing a joke on you but after everything you didn't put much weight into that theory.

"I heard you needed a ride."

No, absolutely not. You shook your head with your eyes shut, hoping that you wouldn't fall over.

"Will was busy and there wasn't a way you'd get an Uber out without it being completely overpriced." Hasan stood a few feet away, like he was nervous to be any closer, in a tan sweater and dark slacks. "All I want to do is get you home safe."

In another life you would have ran and wrapped your arms around him, telling him he looked good and thanking him for being willing to pick you up. In another life he would have been at the bar with you and your friends, celebrating something. All you could muster was a quiet 'okay' before opening your eyes and walking past him to his car, getting into the passenger seat without saying anything else.

With your head against the headrest, you closed your eyes again and tried to pretend you were anywhere else with anyone else. The car ride was quiet sans the random radio station all the way down to where you could barely make out the beat to the music with your hand against the speaker.

Eventually, Hasan sighed heavily and smacked the steering wheel before leaning back. You jumped in your seat, eyes snapping open before looking over to him and then the cars ahead of you. Lines and lines of red taillights, backed up far past the edge of your vision. This was not going to be a quick 30 minute drive home.

"Oh. Of fucking course," the liquor in your system making you louder than intended. "The first time I go out drinking in months, months, I have to see both assholes who have ruined my life. I'm going to kill Will. I should have told them I couldn't go out. Should have stayed home." Hasan turned enough to look at you, but said nothing.

"I wouldn't be in this fucking mess if it weren't for you," your body turned to face him and you jabbed a hand in his direction but didn't make contact. "Seriously, every time my life goes to shit, it is you at the wheel of the ship. Why is that Piker? Do you hate me? Is it active sabotage, or is it just the balance of the universe? I'm the one who has to suffer for you to be happy?" The car moved a few feet before stopping again. "Well? Nothing? You have nothing to say to me?"

You observed him the best that you could in the lack of light. One hand sat on the steering wheel still, the other on his lap in a fist and he gnawed on the inside of his lips in thought. You had seen that look many times before, the gears in his head were turning, but still he stayed silent. Impatient, Words started to tumble out of your mouth again, each heavier with angry tears than the last.

"I can start it for you since you're too stupid to think of it first. How about I'm sorry? You don't even have to be specific. Just 'I'm sorry'!" Your fingers were cold on your face when they wiped at your cheeks. His hand left his lap and gingerly reached for one side of your face and for a moment you even contemplated letting him. But only a moment. Seething with pent up rage, you smacked his hand away from your face and moved towards the window with the little room you had left. He had pulled his hand back into his lap but cut you off before you could take a deep enough breath to speak again.

"I am sorry." For a moment Hasan let his words hang in the silence, waiting to see if you'd cut him off this time and continue ripping into him. "I should have said it to you way earlier than this. It shouldn't take Austin and Will doing an event to get me in front of you to apologize for... everything."

"No you can't just cop out with everything, you need to apologize for ruining my life!"

"Yes," he sounded exasperated and it fueled the rage in your stomach but you let him continue, actually biting your lip to keep your words in. "I am sorry for fucking up your life. Do you-" he ran a hand through his hair, "do you think I've stopped thinking about you once in the last 3 and a half years? When I saw you with that... motherfucker the first time, I wasn't even upset at you for moving on, I was fucking happy for you dude.

"And then you fucking tell me and Will the same shit you've always said, marriage is a scam, that this marriage will be no different than any other marriage. You expect me to think you're in love with him? I'm not that fucking stupid and neither are you. And he walked out immediately because he thought you were cheating on him!"

"Yes because my ex boyfriend decided to object at the wedding!" Your voice was much more a shriek than anything else, "why couldn't you have just pulled me aside beforehand instead of... ruining my life!"

"I didn't-" mean to ruin your life. The words stuck in his throat like tar, singing his breath. He leaned his head in his hand as he inched the car forward. How do you really apologize to someone for causing someone so much heartache because you were still heartsick? Hasan felt like he could throw up. He'd never be able to apologize enough, he knew that from how you were barely holding yourself back. "I'm sorry, button."

If there was anything he could say that would have broken you entirely, it was calling you button. The first sob wracked your body the hardest, remembering the last time he called you that. His lips on yours and on your cheeks, telling you he loved you, that he would never find another one for him like you. It seemed so silly now, having it bloom a sickening warmth in your stomach when it should have been disgust.

It was still in there. A small piece of him, sitting in your heart like iron, rusting the gates that you had tried so hard to reinforce.

#hasan x reader #hasan piker x reader #hasanabi x reader #hasan #bunny writes #tw angst #lmao i think #rpwt

[f33der]

The hike

Christian gets into his old ford pickup and exits the gates of the military base where he works. “Shit that was a long day” he says. “I CANNOT believe my leave finally starts, 2 whole weeks off!”

The year is 1993 and Christian is an officer in the Army stationed in Virginia. He’s been in ever since his family disowned him after he revealed he is attracted to men. Hoping to find a partner in the military, he applies to be an officer and possibly meet someone. After 3 years with the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy, he can’t help but feel a bit hopeless as he can’t really meet anyone openly. With no family and no prospects of finding love he is just going through the motions, day by day.

It wasn’t just the lack of options that prevented Christian from getting him a date, in the last year or so his trim physique had started to soften up into a little beer belly. Late nights drowning his sorrows with beer and binge eating until he passed out started to take its toll on Christians waist line. Luckily the strict weight standards and forced exercise his job required kept him from plumping up too big.

Standing at 5’11”, Christian had an adorably cute face. Quick growing dark thick beard a military style hair cut with bright blue eyes. Very much an ex jock when he looked in the mirror with strong arms and a thick chest but still not body builder buff accompanied by a little patch of chest hair that ran down over his recently rounded out belly to his crotch. Thicker hairy legs and calves and an olive skin tone. Not ugly to say the least but definitely needed to get some cardio in to be “attractive.”

“Fuck, I have got to start getting in shape or my commands gonna have my ass.” “ I wonder if I can still fit into my combat uniform?” He says, as he slaps his gut and watches it bounce back to its round shape. “Maybe I should check out some of these nearby hiking trails and get some exercise.” Not having really any friends he decides to go it alone. The following day he maps out a moderate trail, gets his gear ready and his uniform on and drives about an hour into the country to meet the trail head. Without a parking lot he decides to drop the truck off at a nearby shopping center where he knows no one will bother towing it and walks the rest of the way to the trail.

He starts off eager to sweat and see some nature as the dirt path winds him deeper and deeper into the wooded Forrest. “Damn it is hot today” he says as he reaches for his canteen to replenish the trail map slips out if his backpack and lands on the ground. Christian hasn’t passed a single person which he actually loves and is about an hour into hiking. He reaches a fork and decides to go left noting he’ll be able to find his way back. Another hour goes by and a few more random turns on the trail later Christian decides to trace out where he’s been on the map. “Oh no, oh no, dammit” he says as he frantically searches for the lost map. “ dammit I knew I should have brought a spare or even a satellite phone.” He starts to panic and decides to try and retrace his steps.

Hours go by and the sun is setting, Christian is lost and is getting really worried. Luckily he can start a fire and find some cover for the night in an open area by some fallen trees. He sets up camp and hears his stomach growl, “ ugh I only have a few snacks, first thing in the morning I’m headed dead East to find someone to help me outa hear.”

Morning comes and his hunger deepens. After packing up his campsite he heads toward the sun and bushwacks his way for what seems like miles. “ I’m so so stupid, how could I let this happen, I should ha...” He hears something in the distance, all he can see are trees and sky. “ are those gunshots??” He says, worried. As he gets closer to the sounds he confirms someone is definitely shooting off a rifle, “maybe they’re hunters and they can help me out” he says. He gets his brighter article if clothing out, his red boxers, and waves it in the air to signal he’s no deer or squirrel as he heads closer to the sound. “ HELP, I’ve been lost out here for awhile can you help??” He screams toward the gunfire and it stops. He continues forward to find a small parcel of land, maybe a quarter acre cleared out in the forest and a vintage cabin. “ maybe it’s a vacation cabin for hunting” he says out loud and walks his way up to the front yard, red boxer briefs in hand. “ anyone around?? I’m lost and I could use some help!” From the back of the house comes a deep voice that barks out “ Who’s on my Fuckin property?” Christian screams out in a panic as he eased his way around the corner of the cabin “ please, I’m sorry to trespass but I got lost in the woods and I need to maybe use your phone?”

From around an older shed in the backside of the yard comes a shirtless beef cake of a man. Christians jaw drops as he gawks at the man before his eyes, wielding the rifle he heard earlier. His gawk turns to terror as the business end of the rifle turns its way to Christian and the question is repeated to him, “ I said, who the fuck is on my property?” The man screams in a thick country accent. “My name is Christian and I’m in the Army that’s why I’m dressed like this. Please I got lost hiking and I really need some help. I’m so sorry for trespassing. Please don’t hurt me.” He pleads. “Christian, my name is Billy and I really don’t like company on my land” the big country hunk says as he lowers his weapon. Standing at easily 6’4” and probably 250 pounds of pure manly beef, Christian can hardly believe his eyes. Billy is dirty blonde with a thick beard that’s trimmed up nicely on the neck. Wearing a pair of aged ripped up tight Levi’s and work boots he stares unknowingly at Christian. Under his handsome face sits a big beefy upper body with a dark farmers tan. His not so hairy chest leads down to a big plump beer gut that seems to suspend itself in mid air. The brown leather belt and buckle around his waist seem to stretch as they bow under his proper gut. Standing about 30 feet apart, Christian can’t stop staring at this big meaty man until he hears “ what the hell are you fixing your eyes on me like that for boy?” Christian’s responds, “I’m so sorry, I just wasn’t expecting to see someone like you living here, or.. never mind I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to startle you.” Billy smirks and starts to walk forward as Christian finishes his sentence, fearing he’s about to be killed by this country boy. Billy gets right up to Christian, looking him up and down to examine his new “guest” and says “you look like you been rollin in mud boy. How the hell did you find me and my land all the way out here in these woods? Never mind, I guess I can fix you up with some water and comfort to talk more about what we goin do with you now.”

Christians eyes go wide as he hears those words. Billy puts his arm around Christians shoulder and slightly forces him toward the front entrance of the older cabin. It looks as though it’s been well maintained considering there’s no driveway or telephone poles in site and all Christian can see as he enters is a large field adjacent to the back yard with several different kinds of crop and a large barn in the distance beyond that. The inside if the home smells like timber and baked bread and is definitely lacking in electronics. Wood burning stove and what looks like vintage furniture all around. As Christian takes in his surroundings he hears billy say“ why don’t you strip down outa those clothes so I can give um a wash and you can refreshen in the washroom toward the back of the house?” With a big menacing smile on his handsome face. “ umm.. I ugh.. I just really need to find my way back home man I-“ Christian is interrupted as billy screams “ ITS SIR IN MY HOUSE, you got me boy?” “ yes sir, I’m so sorry I’m a little uncomfortable I’m just going to go ple-“ as Christian gets up while speaking billy pounces to the door and deadbolts it with a key. Christian gulps hard and they lock eyes as billy says “ well you must be a city boy cause you got no manners now do you? Ya won’t let me wash you up, you won’t call me sir and now you wanna leave before I fill you u- I mean get you a meal? That is just a shame” billy laughs as finishes his rant. Christian is visibly shaken as sweat drips down his neck, he slowly back up and tries to make space between himself and billy but knows that if a fight erupts, he’s not winning. He chooses to stand down and continue pleading with billy to just point him in the right direction but billy, with his fingers rubbing his broad chin just paces the kitchen/ dining room area and seems to think about his next move. Christian finally stops pleading to be released and they lock eyes. Billy’s pale blue eyes look him up and down and he blurts out “ take off that jacket shirt thing covering your mid section.”

Ughhh.. o.. okay?” Christian blurts out as he uncomfortably removes his military cover jacket to reveal his normal uniform. “ now take off the other one too dammit!” Billy demands as he jumps forward at Christian. Christian quickly unbuttons the blouse to reveal his undershirt tucked into his pants. His slightly toned chest and nipples show their outlines through the shirt and as he fully removes his arms, Christians little beer gut spills out for billy to immediately glance at. Christian just stands awkwardly with his head down contemplating the idea of making a run for it. Billy breaks the silence, still shirtless and walk over to billy once again. Almost halfway across the room he orders “ well it looks like you’ve been eating well, Christian.” Billy says in a seductive voice as he closes the gap between the two. Billy reaches out his big weathered hand and pokes Christians gut then pinches it with his thumb in Christians belly button and his index finder under his fat roll directing Christian down onto the seat nearest the stove. Christian, sits reluctantly and cant help but stare into Billy’s round tanned gut which is directly in his face. Billy grabs Christians chin and forces his eyes toward his own. Billy takes a step back and grabs ahold of the belt buckle under his beer gut and unfastens it. Slowly pulling it out through the loops of his skin tight Levi’s. Christian notices the top two buttons are undone already and stares back at billy. “ in this house, we like to eat until we’re full and we ALWAYS finish what’s given to us.” Billy says as he starts to unbutton the rest of his fly buttons one by one. Reaching the last button revealing a thick bush surrounding a throbbing meaty cock, not too big but thick and dripping with pre cum. He pulls his pants half way down, grabs his cock with one hand and slaps his stomach with the other as he arches his back. Christian is aroused but worried and blurts out “ sir, that’s a bit to big for me to swall-“ Billy grabs the back of his head and shoves the cock down his throat. Christian gags but takes it as best as he can. Billy thrusts a few times and is so worked up that after a minute or two he clenches Christians hair with his hands and cums down his throat. “ omg I’m going to drown” Christian thinks has billy won’t let up. He swallows and swallows as fast as he can and finally is able to breathe only to feel half full from what felt like half a gallon of cum being forced into his gut. Billy pulls back, smiles and pulls his pants back up. Billy says calmly “ here’s the thing little guy, I like myself and my men with a healthy appetite and a round pot belly to show it. Now what I plan on doing to you is seeing how quickly I can get you to bust outa that uniform you seem to want to keep on so badly.” As he steps closer to the fearful Christian and places a gentle hand over his plump little gut “ now, I hope you’re hungry, strip down and wash up cause I got supper in the oven and I’ll cook up some extra sides just for you.”

Christian nods agreeably and strips naked to reveal his untrimmed ex jock body to billy. Billy licks his lips and says “ throw the clothes next to the wash room, I’ll take care of them tomorrow. Sit down after you wash up.” “ with what clothes?” Christian responds angrily. “ “none fat boy, I wanna see that belly get nice and plump while you eat.” Christian walks away to wash up thinking “ holy shit, how the fuck did I get into this situation? How do I get out? Why does he want to watch me fatten up? Why did that turn me on?”

“Suppers ready, get ya ass back out here boy.” Billy screams. Christian comes back cleaner than he was and sees a full ham, mashed potatoes, collard greens and gravy along with heaps of baked muffins. “ a-all this for me?” Christian asks nervously. Billy chuckles and says “ I gotta eat too, don’t be selfish.” They sit down and and Christian reluctantly starts to eat realizing he’s actually starving.

It’s pretty much dark again and billy, still with his pants unbuttoned leans back to rub his distended stomach for Christian to see. “ damn, I’m lookin like a pig these days wouldn’t you say Christian?” Christian, still working on his mound of food nods in agreement and feels his dick start to throb at the sight of this hunky man in front of him. Billy notices his stares, gets up and approaches the back of Christian as he eats noticing his boner. He pulls Christians chair out and gets down on his knees. Christian is in awe at the moment. Billy looks at Christian and says “ ya better keeping stuffing that food in as I do this aright?” Christian responds “ yessir” and continues to stuff himself with the country feast. Billy starts at the pecs and puffy nipples, sucking and licking them. Then goes to the small crease under them to tease Christian. He moves to Christians puffy love handles to lightly bite on them and pinch the other side with his fingers. Billy moves down to Christians now distended stomach and starts to tease him. All the while Christians cock is throbbing for attention. Billy continues to tongue his way down as Christian continues to stuff himself. Billy pushes his face into Christians crotch, smelling the musk from the mans loins and wraps his lips around Christians dick eventually deep throating him. Christian exhales in ecstasy as billy works him while pinching and massaging his bloated stomach. Christians finally finishes and cums but is only half way through dinner. Christian sits there amazed and a bit confused as billy gets up, picks up a handful of mashed potatoes and shoves it into Christians mouth. Christians eyes grow wide as he realizes he’s being force fed. He tries to fight billy off and another handful enters his mouth only to feel Billy’s gigantic hands wrap around his wrists and hold them down to continue fattening Christian up. He pleads as handful after handful are forced down his throat and his belly tightens with each swallow. “Fuck, sir I can’t eat much more I’m gonna pop.” Christians belts out inbetween handfuls as the plate in front of him empties. Billy smirks and starts to laugh, “ don’t worry boy, I guarantee you’ll finish all this under my watch, unharmed.” Christians braces for another handful as food scraps tumble down his softened belly, getting stuck in his chest hair and pubes as he is forced to eat and eat until the last bite finally makes its way down into his gorged stomach and his arms are released. “Fuuu-burp, I can bar- ely breathe, I’m so tired.” Billy pats Christians taught belly, lifts him up and carry’s him to a separate room in the house with an old cot and some spare old clothes on the floor. Billy places Christian down on the cot and leaves him to rest. He locks the door behind him and Christian quickly nods off from exhaustion.

The next morning Christians wakes up and finds billy leaning in the doorway. “slept in little guy, we still eat three meals a day no matter when you wake up.” Billy says. “Your uniform is washed. Breakfast is almost ready so get ya ass dressed.” He barks. Christian washes up and arrives at the table to find another massive spread. His military uniform is actually clean considering it was hand washed but he’s FAR from hungry. “ billy, sir, I’m sorry but I’m just so confused and kind of scared. The police and military are gonna come looking for me. I won’t say a word if you just let me go I promise.” Billy turns around, smiles and says “I don’t think they’re gonna recognize you after I’m done with you fat boy. Those pants are looking tighter already.” Cristian responds “sir, I don’t understand why you’re holding me hostage to fatten me up like this?” “ like I said I like my men with some extra meat on their bones, you just happened to have a head start.” Billy says as he walks over to Christian, forces him to sit and puts a heaping plate of food in front of him. “now eat up piggie.” Christian works on the hearty breakfast of mostly carbs and meats until he drops his arms in defeat. Billy sighs and approaches the back of Christians chair again. “I guess I’ll just have to make you eat then.” Billy says as he reaches into a kitchen drawer to retrieve a long rope. Christian panics and tries to get up only to be forcefully seated by Billy’s strong arms. Billy hog toes Christian to the back of the chair, picks up a thick slab of pork and shoves it into Christians mouth. “Ain’t gonna plump you up if you can’t even finish a meal properly.” Billy announces as he continues to bring food to Christians mouth. The rope wrapped around Christians mid section between his chest and stomach grows tighter as he is forced to eat what seems like a pound or two of breakfast food. When he’s done, billy unties his captive and sends him to the small room to rest.

The same routine continues for each meal, it seems Billy enjoys the feeding part so Christian is restrained for every meal and made to eat and eat until billy is satisfied. Sometimes its with clothes on but mostly without. Sometimes if its a lighter meal billy will play around and make Christian suck him off or the opposite. Christians room is small and he is only allowed to use the wash room to bathe and use the restroom when Billy is around so his physical movement is non existent. He tries to do pushups and pass the time with some small exercises but there’s no way to counter act the calories he’s being forced to consume daily. Day in and day out christian is force fed massive amounts of food with little physical activity and the weight is starting to pile on. His stomach is always being stretched bigger and bigger with every meal and it always looks packed full. He doesn’t know his weight anymore but he estimates a good 20 pounds has been added to him if not more. He can feel himself growing fatter by the day. Dinner is Christians favorite because after the stuffing he knows he will get a long break before breakfast and he can read and relax in bed with the stash of books he found in his room. As fucked up as the situation is, Christian starts to form a routine around his captivity. He asks billy if he has any more reading materials so pass the time and billy brings him a plethora of novels and readings from somewhere in the house. Christian knows his only chance of escape is if someone stumbles upon the cabin in search of him. “I should have told someone where I was going,” Christian says to himself as he wonders what will become of him. Christian sits alone most nights and the one thing he really misses is social interaction. “I need to start forming a bond with billy to win him over and maybe I can escape. He wants me to eat big and get fatter so ill just give in, I won’t fight back, ill win him over!” Christian thinks to himself.

The next morning Billy wakes unlocks the door to the small room and finds Christian awake already. He is half naked with his camo pants pulled up over his meatier thighs and looks at billy. “ You’ve really turned me into a hog sir, I’ve been wrestling with these buttons on my pants for a few minutes and I can’t seem to fasten them. My gut is too fat.” Christian says as he slaps both sides of his distended but less full stomach. His Belly giggles slightly in front of billy who’s awe stricken by the sight. “ Damn right, I have fattened you up nice” billy says. Christian can see he’s turning billy on instantly and he milks the occasion. “ so what’s for breakfast big guy?” Christian says as he rubs his belly in circles, enticing Billy. “ I like to see you so eager for a feeding pig, I cooked up a bunch of eggs and a fat slab of ham from the farm. Also got some of those muffins you seem to like so much.” Billy spits out with his southern draw. “Mhmm, well I’m ready to dig in” responds Christian slapping his belly once more for dramatic effect. The two men walk over to the table and Christian sits down with his pants still unfastened, his hairy stomach fills into his lap as he leans over to smell the food in front of him. “ smells delicious sir” Christian says. Before billy can even get the rope, Christian digs in and with force. He alternates between the eggs and the ham, taking a break every now again for milk and a bite of the muffins. “Guess you don’t need to be hog tied if your gonna eat like this, fat boy. If you keep this up your gonna be a porker in no time.” Billy says as he watches Christian devour the meal in front of him and starts to eat his own breakfast as well. Christian finishes quickly but he’s stuffed, his face is red and he’s flushed as all hell. His stomach has expanded a good few inches since he’s started and he leans back in his chair to stretch.

He slaps his round belly for Billy to see and says “ why do you want to fatten me up like this? Are you ever going to let me go?” Christians says as he continues to play with his protruding gut trying to break the ice and get some dialogue going with his captor. Billy looks at him for a moment and continues to eat. A few minutes go by and he says “ Listen fat boy, I’ve spent a lot of years here building this place for this kind of thing. You just happened to walk right on up to me. Seems like fate huh? As soon as I saw you undress me with your eyes I knew your cute ass was the one I wanted. Also I can’t have you runnin off telling anyone important that I’m back here.” Billy explains. “I’m sure you’re curious how long this is gonna go on for but I got BIG plans for you if you know what I mean.” Christian gulps hard and sits quietly. It’s not what Christian wanted to hear but now he knows this might be permanent. Maybe a case of Stockholm’s syndrome will kick in and make it more bearable he thinks. Billy finishes his own breakfast and allows Christian to wash up and use the bathroom. He is locked back in his room as billy goes back to tending the farm.

The days start to blend together as Christian is made to simply eat and get bigger. It has felt like weeks or maybe even a month or two have gone by but Christian has no idea. His once small beer belly has grown into a proper gut that pours into his lap whenever he sits upright almost covering up his cock. It’s round and firm rather then flabby because of the highly caloric, dense meals. His plump love handles wrap around his torso form a perfect ball of a gut that seems to grow wider by the day. The outline of a once relatively fit, athletic body can be seen where his hips are as the V shape is still present but now there is a big ball shaped stomach protruding outward just above. Stretch marks are forming around his armpits and waistline and even his thighs. Christians pecs have softened even more but his constant pushups and pull-ups in his small room along with his ridiculous diet have actually beefed him up around the chest and arms which billy encouraged.

Christian is allowed to shave his face with Billy’s straight razor under supervision and his now trimmed face shows off his fattened features surrounding his already handsome mug. His thighs and ass have gotten larger too as he sits around most of the day. Christian sometimes forgets what he even used to look like as he is stuffed like a pig day in and day out but his relationship with billy has started to turn into an oddly forced romantic affair. Billy refuses to get too close but he is affectionate and loving. “After all, he’s never tried to actually harm harm me” Christian says to himself.

One day as Christian is nearing the end of his room workout he hears the door slam harder than usual. Billy scrambled around outside Christians room and finally opens Christians door. “Just heard a radio message in the barn that they’re looking for a guy that matches your description.” Billy says somewhat frantically. “ I can’t have the law snooping around here and finding you all bound up in the kitchen getting stuffed so I’m going to start filling you up somewhere more secret.” He said with a dirty smirk across his face. “gonna have to fatten you up a little faster too so they don’t recognize ya if they find ya around here, huh?” Christians eyes grow wide as he hears those words. “ sir, I’ve done everything youve said. I’ve been eating on my own and obeying you. I can barely handle the food you serve me now though.” Christian pleads. Billy grabs Christian by the wrist and drags him into a room he’s never been in before. It’s the master of the house that has a huge bed in the center of the room with four big posts on each corner of the bedframe that extend to the ceiling. Billy forces Christian into the room. He goes to retrieve Christians old uniform and throws it at him. “ put it on and button it up fat boy.” Billy demands. “I want to see to it that you burst right out of that thing before I burn the evidence.” Christian stares at the uniform wondering how he’s even going to get the pants halfway up his legs and past his fattened ass. The buttons on the shirt might not even touch with how fat he’s become. “DID I STUTTER PIG? I said PUT THE DAMN UNIFORM ON!” “Ok ok I’ll try sir.” Christian responds.

He waddles his way into the pants and they look painted on. His thick backside and thighs are so much larger then they used to be that there is almost no room left in the pants. The outline of his cock can be seen clearly they’re so tight. He pulls the light green army issued undershirt over his head and yanks it down past his chest and over his round stomach. The fabric around his gut it so tight you can see Christians belly button indent perfectly. He tucks the undershirt into his unbuttoned pants and pulls the button end of the pants toward the button hole on the other end of the waistband. The gap between the two is about 2 inches from each other. Christian breaks a sweat to button the camo army trousers. “What happened to the soldier I met? Seems you put on some weight fat boy?” Billy says as he chuckles watching Christian struggle. After a few minutes Christian fastens the pants button. A sweat stain on his chest and under his pecs let’s billy know it was a endeavor. The pants look like they’re about to rip at the seams and the button is about to burst. Christian puts the button down matching army blouse over his head and wiggles his thickened arms into the holes. He tugs enough to get the shirt around him. Christians arms look beefy as they fill out the sleeves well. He looks down to start at the chest and works his way down, button by button. The first few arnt so bad but the chest is too small now. He reaches the button above the curve of belly and sucks in as hard as he can. He quickly fastens all the buttons, struggling with that second to last one but finishes the job. As Christian exhales he feels like a sausage in a casing. Billy stares in amazement has he takes in the sight. Billy’s force feedings have fattened Christian up, probably adding a good 40-50 pounds to his once ex jock frame at this point. His buttons all look like they’re about to take an eye out.

Christian feels defeated knowing this all started because he wanted to lose weight and got lost hiking in the woods only to find a man that would force feed him to look like he does now. Almost ironic. Billy exits the room sporting a massive hard on, pre cum dripping through his jeans. He returns with a few strands of rope and orders Christian face up on the bed. Christian slowly mounts the bed, trying not to tear through his skin tight uniform. Billy ties his victim up to the posts, limb by limb. He stares down at Christian who helplessly stares back wondering what will happen next. Billy smiles and says “ let’s see how much food we can fit in ya.” Christian knew there would be a feeding but as billy started to bring in plate after plate of carbs and meats and cheeses, Christians eyes grew wider. “He can’t possibly expect me to finish all of this, can he?” Christian thinks to himself. Billy finally brings in a big jug of milk and what looks like massive pumpkin pie. “Aright fat boy, where do you wanna start?” Billy says joyfully. Billy cuts some homemade bread in half and fills it with some homemade meat from the farm and cheeses. Christian gulps hard as he prepares to take the first bite of a sandwich that could feed 3 people. Billy holds the sandwich in front of Christians concerned face and forces his jaw open. “Eat up!” Billy teases as he forces Christian to chomp off a heaping first bite.

Christian swallows and another bite is waiting. Chew by chew, swallow by swallow, billy pushes the massive sandwich down Christians throat. Another sandwich follows and then another, each one getting harder to eat as the stuffing continues. Fresh rolls are shoved into Christians mouth every so often as he struggles to keep up. Billy is amped up by this feeding and Christians stomach starts to stretch but it doesn’t have much room to grow. His military blouse is stretching thin over his growing mid section as he’s forced to swallow more and more food. The holes grow wider between the buttons in the shirt revealing the undershirt he’s wearing as the last sandwich is presented to Christian. As Christians hands and feet are tied to the bed he starts to thrash around and turn his head to deny the food. Billy grabs his jaw and forces a bite into Christians mouth. He swallows a few bites and finally the 2 buttons burst off of the shirt and fly across the room. Christians distended belly surges forward as a sigh of relief escapes his mouth. “Fuckin finally, I thought I was never gonna get to see you undress for me” billy says in a teasing manner. The center or his belly is now bulging from the shirt and billy demands that Christian finish the sandwich. A few more reluctant bites go down and another 2 buttons, burst but with less dramatic effect, resting on his crotch area. “that’s a good pig, keep growing for me fat boy. I want to watch you shred these clothes.” Billy says as he slaps Christians belly and forces the rest of the sandwich into his mouth. Christian moans as he swallows the last bite. “Please sir, I can’t ... eat.. anymore. I’m gonna explode” he pleads.

Billy laughs and brings the jug of milk up to Christians lips. “Couldn’t catch what you said there piggy, drink up.” Billy demands as forces the spout of the milk jug into Christians mouth. The force of Billy pushing the container into his mouth creates a seal. Billy looks devilishly at his captive and slowing squeezes the jug, forcing the rich creamer into Christians mouth and down his throat. Christians arms reach for his face to instinctively shove the man off but again, he is bound like a hog. He thinks to himself “ fuck I’m going to drown, I need to breathe.” Billy lets off but keeps the container in place in Christians mouth. He breathes heavily out of his nostrils for a minute or two and as his breathe returns to normal, Billy slowly starts compressing the jug again. . Gulp by gulp, Christian feels his gut pushing its limits as the last bottom button bursts, revealing Christians round and fattened stomach covered by a painted on undershirt. Billy, sprouting a hard cock through his work jeans, gives Christians belly a soft rub as he examines his work. Christians gorged stomach heaves as he catches his breathe. Billy pokes and slaps his victims belly. “We’ve made some good progress I’d say” Billy says as he leans over and inspects the pants button that should give way any minute now. Christians expanding gut is nearly hanging all the way over his waistband now and the button can barely be seen. “Now we just gotta pop this last button and I think we will be alright. Ready for desert?” Billy says as he reaches for the pie. Christians wiggles and his belly does the same as he trys to free himself with no result. Billy pulls the undershirt over Christians chest to untuck it from his tight pants and waistband revealing a packed balloon. His hairy stomach is stretched tight and it’s glowing with taught skin. Christians belly button is even stretched out and less deep. Shiny red marks appear at the roundest part of his stomach showing just how wide he’s become during this stuffing. His love handles have the formations of stretch marks just from this feeding.

The waistbband of Christians pants folds under his gut as his fat mound spills over into his lap, love handle to love handle, forming a perfectly symmetrical fat boy. From above, Christian is sprawled out with a desperate look in his eyes as he feels himself expanding with no way to stop it. He wonders to himself how much more he can eat before he bursts or throws up. Billy kisses Christians soft pecs and licks the sweat thats dripping down his chest. “Fuck you taste good.” He says as he scoops a big spoonful of pie and holds it up to Christians mouth. Christian whimpers as billy forces the spoon past his lips and into his mouth. Billy puts his hand over Christians mouth and forces him to swallow with each new bite of pie. Christian holds the sweet dessert in his mouth for minutes trying to avoid a blow up. “Don’t worry fat boy, I’m patient. One way or another I’m going to pop that button of your pants,” Billy chuckles out. Christian looks down at his stretched belly and he can barely see his crotch anymore and swallows. Billy places a gentle hand on Christians stomach as he alternates between stuffing Christian with pie and forcing him to drink the fattening creamy milk. Billy feels Christians stomach gurgle and slightly expanding with each gulp or bite that he’s forcing into the helpless man.

A few minutes of this continue and the pie is not finished, a big fat spoon of pie is again presented to Christians lips as he pleads “no more, I’m gonna puke”, as his mouth opens billy shoves the spoonful in and “POP” goes the pants button holding together the two sides of his waistband. Christians belly accommodates the new space and pushes an inch or two forward. He let’s out a large moan and leans his head back. Billy, finally satisfied, stands up and takes in the full view as he chuckles. “God damn fat boy, I never thought I’d get to force feed such a handsome pig enough to burst outa their clothes!” Christian slowly chews the piece of pie as milk and sweat drip onto his meaty chest and he can’t even respond. His head lays back on the bed frame as his arms and legs are still bound. His undershirt is pulled over his pecs and his Blouse is missing every button besides the top one. His pants lay defeated as Christians big round hairy gut rises and falls with each labored breathe. Billy is impressed by his work and slowly approaches Christian’s feet to make his way onto the bed. “Now that those pants are undone I can get to your cock, I guess I’ll finish you off.” Billy whispers as he pulls Christians buttonless pants and underwear down to his thighs and start to kiss Christians hairy legs. Billy works his way up to Christians now rising cock and admires the incredible amount of food he’s forced Christian to eat. He smells Christians musk and sweat as he plays with his manhood. Billy starts off slowly, reaching his hands up to feel Christians gorged stomach and caress his body. He kisses the indent that the tight waistband of the pants has left on Christians underbelly. Billy teases Christians cock and slowly starts to insert it further down his throat until his nose is at the base of his Christians groin. Billy’s forehead rests on Christians bloated gut as he moves up and down, faster and faster. The extreme pain Christian feels in his stomach is now overshadowed by the affection Billy’s showing to his cock. He’s never had someone make him feel so good when they are sucking him off. It’s the best head he’s every felt.

Christian jolts as he climaxes and cums for what seems like an eternity. He looks down at his distended ball gut and see Billy rise, wiping his mouth with a giant smile on his face. “Fucking fat pig likes to get his dick sucked, consider that a treat for destroying your clothes.” Billy says as he gives Christians belly one last slap and walks out of the room. Christians eyes grow so heavy he immediately falls asleep and the day ends for him.

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[helloabominacion]

Those shame shorts...

PART 2

pairing: Tenoch x reader x Namor

summary: none of that! just indulgent, i don't know where I'm going with this, but i'm having fun! everyone should have fun writing.

“No mames, why did you bring the tea? We should call the police!”

“No, we are not!  Move cause I’m burning my hands!”

Tenoch stood between you and the trailer door, placing both hands on your shoulders, his worried eyes glaring at you. "   Ahi hay un pinche loco, I’m not going to let you in with him!”

“Don’t call him that, he can probably hear you! Didn’t you saw the spear on his hand? That’s the real deal!” You tried to side stepped, but Tenoch didn’t let go.

“Estas loca verdad!?  He must be one of those crazy fans! I’m going to call security!”

“No!” Your right hand shot to grab his hand, stopping Tenoch in mid step. “Jose escuchame por favor, if security attempts to catch him and get him out, everyone is going to see the fact he has your face and he’s able to fly!” You don't want to believe it at first sight, but your credibility exploded when you saw those little wings on his ankles, fluttering way too naturally.  “I get it, this doesn’t make sense, but I believe if we go to the authorities, shit will happen.”

Tenoch looked at you conflicted and then took a glance at the trailer where his double was waiting for his precious tea, shaking his head he tightens his grip on your hand. “No te quiero dejar sola con el, what if he’s dangerous?”

“I mean, with that spear he is but if I can just talk to him and explain what’s happening, nothing bad will happen.”

Tenoch shook his head, engulfing your hand with both of his hands. “No quiero que te pase nada, maybe if i tell the others I don’t feel good I can help you out.”

“No! This interview is important, it cannot be reschedule, and we can’t waste all the hard work from the make-up team making you look even more handsome.”

Tenoch gave you cheeky smile while holding your hand near to his chest. “You think I’m handsome?”

You rolled your eyes as you playfully push him away, “Andale, you have to go, I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

Tenoch exhaled reluctantly, “Esta bueno pues, but promise to text me, just to know if you are okay.”

You nodded as he let go of your left hand, but you were not prepared for Tenoch give you a kiss on the cheek, too damn close on the corner of your mouth. You glared at him startled as he gives you a smug smirk.

“Un beso para la suerte.”

Vulgar curses flew from your mouth as you tried to swat his hair, Tenoch steps back while chuckling as he dodges your attacks and walks away backward. Besides the fun bonding you two had, Tenoch was still anxious for your safety, but you quickly flashed a confident smile. You promised you would text him later after this, you couldn't back down on your promises. Bliss invaded you like a warm blanket on your shoulders and cheeks, you could still feel the delicate kiss that Tenoch stole. And you couldn't hold the childish giggle but snapped yourself to reality. There's still a God who is waiting for an answer, so you don't waste any more time and headed towards and open it. And there he was, Kukulkan was still seated on the couch, reading one of Tenoch's books.

So many questions swirling around your mind, and that confidence you spoke about was beginning to fade. If this 'character's just like in the movie, you ponder if you were charming enough to convince him not to kill anyone in this building or you.

You cleared your throat to get his attention and smiled politely. “I’m sorry for the wait, Kukulkan, but here you go.”

Namor put down the book and approached you, an inquisitive glare towards the cup and then at you. “What is it?”

“It’s chamomile tea, it was the only thing I had in my office to prepare.”

His jewelry softly clinked as he crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “Drink it.”

You scrunched your face puzzled. “Why? It’s not poison, why would a waste a good cup of tea?”

Namor didn’t chuckle at your crappy attempt of a British accent, so you blew gently at the cup and took a sip. “See, nothing but chamomile sugar and water. No poison.” Still nothing, the man with green shorts seemed in deep thought es he was observing every inch of the trailer, unsure was the feeling you can describe. You took a seat on the leather couch, not taking your attention off him “You must have questions; I can answer them as best I can.”

“What is the name of my doppleganger?”

“Tenoch Huerta.”

“And what is your relationship with him?”

You tilted your head as you regard him. “He’s my boss and I’m his personal assistant, nothing else”

Namor scoffs amused, sitting on the opposite end of the couch.

Your sanity was shaking, and your mouth was watering. Namor was doing this on purpose, spreading his legs as wide as he could while crossing his arms, chest exposed, but you remain strong, not letting your skittish gaze roam around his bronze skin. Just like Tenoch, he was undoubtedly hot too.

“Where am I?”

“Puerto Rico, San Juan to be specific.”

“Why?”

“Oh, we are shooting a movie. You know, a movie it’s like a show that you watch--”

Namor cuts you off. “I know what you meant, what I do not understand is why you summoned me here.”

Chills straightened your back, that scalding look was effective. Namor causes nervousness in your stomach, but gosh, you couldn't deny that it was hot, and your filthy mind was racing.

“I did not summon you. In here we do not have the power to do that, but can you tell me what you were doing before you were brought here?”

“I was patrolling the Pacific Ocean with my two generals; they told me something was alarming about the sea life. We were only going to investigate what was it but when we swam down- I was not there anymore.”

“Just like that?” There’s gotta be more than that! Namor nodded in response. A silence fell between the two of you, Namor observing you as you were racing with ideas or possibilities to help him. His curiosity forces him to observe you while you ponder how to help the King. Anxiety bubbles inside his chest at the thinking of his home and people all alone, unprotected. He doesn't doubt the strength of the two closest people he was grateful to have. He practically raised those two!  But Namor clearly worries about Attuma and Namora.

Now with the new alliance with Wakanda he’s not sure how those two are handling all by themselves.

“That’s it!”

Namor flinched at your loud burst as you jumped from your spot.

“What is it?”

“Soy una pinche genio! Okay, okay, I have plan that might or might not work but it’s our only shot!” You turned towards the God, and he leaned back as he saw the sight of you smiling.

“And your plan is?”

“First I need you to take those shame short?”

Namor deadpanned at you.

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here's part two lovelies

#Namor x Reader #Tenoch x reader #Black panther wakanda forever #Namor #Tenoch Huerta #im just having fun while listening to Alejandro Fernandez

[enduringmoth]

If it’s not too much to ask and if u weren’t already planning on it, I’d love to hear that secondary post about the consequences of the party’s actions regarding Durge’s reveal 👀👀 the first post rly resonated with me and honestly I’m a little obsessed with the idea of what drastic actions a redeemed!urge might take in the face of rejection,,, it was a rly interesting read nonetheless!

hello there!! i'm happy to talk a little more about it, absolutely! ^^

for those who didn't peep at the tags of my last post, in which i discussed how painful it must be to a seeking-redemption durge to be so heavily rejected by the party, i wrote in the tags:

this might not be exactly what you were looking for but i will do my best!

at the absolute least, i believe the minimum consequences of this interaction involve durge shutting down and withdrawing from most of the group. thinking in particular of my seeking-redemption durge, asha, she carries guilt interwoven with resentment -- she knows she has done wrong and that she deserves to bare the brunt of their rage, but she is also so furious with the idea that these people do not know how much she has done for them since waking up in that pod.

how many urges has she squashed? how many easy kills has she passed up on? does anyone other than gale (her romance interest) even begin to comprehend how painful it was to resist killing isobel, killing gale himself, and yet she did it anyway? because it was the right thing to do?

and yet here, when they all learn the truth -- durge included! they have fucking amnesia! -- it's almost like not a soul left there cares that they've clawed and fought and bled for the entire party at every point.

i think a lot about the dialogue durge has with astarion the morning after realizing they're a bhaalspawn. of all of the companions, he is the only person to realize something is wrong from minute one, and he asks about their sleep and their weights they carry. he then proceeds to empathize with durge, saying they are alike, and that he believes they will succeed.

and yet it seems no one else in the party feels the same, and that has to be agonizingly isolating for durge.

now, onto gortash.

at this point in act 3, the durge has (likely) found the prayer for forgiveness in balthazar's lab in act 2. this scrap of their past lets them know enver gortash was a source of tension in their following of bhaal, enough that they are begging for forgiveness from their father over their admiration and fondness for him.

for us durgetash enjoyers, this is a romantic entanglement. for those who do not see their relationship as romantic, it's still a clear platonic attachment for durge that shook their faith in bhaal's plans.

the people who have traveled with the durge for weeks are (seemingly) regretting that decision, and blaming them for things they cannot recall doing. enver gortash greets them like a friend, offers them a metaphorical and literal hand, reaching out to them when others are pulling away.

at minimum, it creates tension. gortash is "bad" and their party members are "good", right? certainly the durge cannot go on to support gortash in damning the world when that's the "wrong" thing to do -- right?

and yet.

if even those who the durge may have started to believe should be able to understand and accept them, due to having similar-enough struggles in their own past with domineering patrons/gods/masters -- if even they cannot understand, what hope is there for anyone else in the world besides enver gortash offering them that same acceptance?

why save a world that cannot and will not open its arms to you?

thusly, the next step is for the durge to minimum consider what gortash is offering. for me, the durge is most likely to kill orin before gortash anyway, so the first steps here are simple.

depending on how the party continues to respond, the wedge may deepen or back out. depending on how the durge continues to be exposed to enver gortash, they may be more drawn into him or pushed away.

another step up (or down, as it were) would involve who orin kidnaps. we know that she may take gale, halsin or lae'zel, or take the child, yenna.

a particularly bitter durge might let them die. why waste their breath on someone who could not find it in their heart to forgive them?

we proceed apace. i know it's (huge spoilers ahead) canon that gortash is slain by the netherbrain. but if we pretend that that can be avoided one way or another, i believe the second-to-most-nuclear option here is the durge taking over the world with gortash as he originally suggested. in turn, choosing to reject redemption (largely, considering they are still sparing gortash and bhaal wants everyone dead) purely because the party could not see them as redeemable.

(and let's not even get STARTED on how this would involve killing astarion too, the one party member who even got close to seeing her, because the pain drowned out his love too entirely.)

the most nuclear, of course, would be the durge deciding they could not even trust gortash, and instead killing him and embracing bhaal entirely, drowning the entire world in blood as bhaal would have wanted.

now, the bittersweet twist on all of this would be something of a happy ending with a redeemed gortash twist, as so many of us love. perhaps the wedge drives them closer to gortash, but along the way the party is able to prove their willingness to support and accept the durge. but now durge is tangled up in enver, and the only path forward, it seems, is to attempt to free both the chosen of bhaal and the chosen of bane from their masters.

(essentially the consequences of their semi-betrayal being that durge gets in too deep with gortash and they (read: karlach, mostly) have to accept that, but they all live happily ever after because the power of friendship yadda yadda-- my durgetash brain needs a crumb of fluff now and then.)

anyway, this is as disjointed as my sanity but i do hope you got some enjoyment out of it!

#durgetash #dark urge #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #enver gortash #asks #anonymous #moth approves #i just have many thoughts ok???? many #bg3 spoilers 4585656

[set-phasers-to-whump]

breathe

prompt: "let me see"

whumpee: peter sutherland

fandom: the night agent

hi here's the part 2 to this fic from day 18. i hope you like it, i had a really good time writing both of these :)

Peter steps off the plane at Dulles in the early evening. He feels slightly better than he had on the first flight, having now gotten a good deal of sleep, and having bought some extra-strength painkillers and a ridiculously overpriced meal at JFK. At the very least, he’s not so exhausted and the pain is more manageable and he no longer feels nauseous with hunger. 

He gets a cab home, not caring about the price. Halfway there he realizes that he doesn’t have his key - it’d been in his bag, which is now gone. The cab driver mercifully has a paperclip that he gives to Peter, though he looks at him a little skeptically in the rearview mirror. 

Peter knows he doesn’t exactly look like an upstanding citizen at the moment. The bruises on his face have become more pronounced over the last several hours, and he’s still dirty and sweaty and generally gross. He makes sure to tip the driver well when they at last reach his apartment building. 

He picks the lock on his door with little trouble and heads immediately to his bedroom. 

He hadn’t bothered to buy and change into new clothes at JFK, though he certainly could have. But he hadn’t been able to stand the thought of changing without showering, and in any case he hadn’t really had the strength. 

He isn’t entirely sure if he has the strength to change and shower now, but he’s damn well going to anyway. The thought of a nice hot shower, of clean and comfortable clothes, is nearly enough to make him weep. 

He gathers clothes at random - an old t-shirt, his favorite sweats, the hoodie he’d stolen from Cisco all those years ago. Then he steps into the bathroom and turns the shower on, almost as hot as it will go. 

He strips down while the bathroom slowly steams up. First to go are his boots. His fingers shake when he unties the laces, and he has to sit on the floor to get enough leverage to tug them off.

His socks follow suit, full of sand that scatters across the floor. He’ll deal with that later. He’s relieved to see that his feet aren’t blistered - he really hadn’t walked that far - but his left ankle is swollen and tender to the touch in a way that suggests a sprain at the very least. 

He wriggles out of his pants and boxers without standing back up. His knees are both bruised and so are his shins. One of them sports a large break in the skin, blood matted into the hair around it. 

He unzips his jacket and pulls off his shirt. The cuffs of both are bloody from his wrists, despite his earlier efforts to clean them. His entire torso is like one massive bruise. He’ll have a few broken ribs, for sure. 

He can’t see the bruise around his neck, but he knows it’s there. He cannot stop feeling it, a phantom arm still wrapped around his throat. Stop thinking about it, he tells himself. You’re safe now. 

He only half believes it.

He forces himself up off of the floor with a groan of pain and then steps into the shower. The hot water stings his skin and the pressure of it makes the bruises across his body hurt like he’s being beaten all over again. He grabs the soap and shampoo and then sinks to the floor, too tired to remain on his feet. 

He covers himself in a thick layer of soap. It stings his open wounds, but he grits his teeth against the pain and keeps going. He cannot risk infection. He cannot be anything less than clean.

After this, he scrubs shampoo into his hair. The water runs faintly pink when he washes it out, and he wonders where the blood had come from. 

At long last, he’s certain that every inch of his body has been scrubbed clean. He no longer feels sand prickling at his skin and he is no longer stained with blood. He sits beneath the water and breathes in the steam until it starts to run cold. 

Out of the shower, Peter dries himself off as gently as possible. He’s also quick about it, not wanting to stand on his ankle any longer than he has to, and so when he gets dressed he’s still a bit damp and the clothes stick to his skin. 

He doesn’t mind. The feeling of the familiar fabric is comforting regardless, and it reminds him of where he is. At home, far away from the people who had hurt him. 

He rubs neosporin into the raw skin of his wrists and the cuts on his face, then swallows a couple more painkillers. Finally, he brushes his teeth until he’s spitting blood into the sink. 

He leaves the bathroom something of a wreck and heads for the kitchen. He’s hungry again. There are a few packages of ramen in the pantry, for times when he doesn’t feel like cooking. He’s extremely grateful for them in this moment, and within five minutes he’s sitting in front of a steaming bowl and breathing in the very familiar scent. It’s one he associates with his days at Quantico, and he is hit with the realization that he needs to contact his bosses. 

He hadn’t been given any instructions for communication before he’d left, so they won’t necessarily know anything has gone wrong. He needs to tell them. He doesn’t want to. 

He can put it off for a little while. It’s not like he currently has a phone, anyway. 

He finishes eating, has a large glass of water - he thinks he is always going to be just a bit thirsty, now - and then just sits there. 

His body aches and he knows he should probably get checked out by a doctor. But the thought of some stranger poking and prodding at him, after everything, is incredibly unpleasant. It can wait until tomorrow, at least. 

It is dark outside, nearing eight o’clock, and Peter does not want to be alone. He wants to see Rose.

She lives across the city from him, in a cute little house that she’d moved into only a couple months ago. He wants nothing more than to go there, to simply be in her presence. 

He’d normally call and ask whether she’s free. But he can’t. He’ll just have to hope she’s there, that she won’t mind him coming by unannounced. 

He puts on a pair of boots - thankfully not the ones he’d been wearing before, which are full of sand - and a jacket with a high collar. Lacking his phone and keys, he feels distinctly like he is forgetting something as he steps into the hallway, but he knows he isn’t. He leaves the door unlocked behind him and tries not to think about it.

He takes the bus and then the metro across town. He feels anxious, memories of the bombing overlaying themselves atop memories of the past twenty-four hours. He focuses on looking out of the window and trying to control his breathing. 

He arrives at Rose’s house a little after 8:45. He experiences a moment of doubt before he rings the bell - what if she doesn’t want to see him, what if she isn’t home - but she opens the door with a smile on her face. 

“Back so soon?” she asks. He’s supposed to have been away all week. 

Seeing her, hearing her voice - he hasn’t cried, not since it happened. He’d been too exhausted, too focused on making it to the next step. But she is his final destination. 

He starts to cry and he can’t stop. Rose pulls him inside and wraps her arms around him and it hurts but he doesn’t pull away. 

His ankle is throbbing. He sinks to the floor and she goes with him. Her fingers are in his hair and he clings to her shirt like a lifeline. 

At some point, after a long while, he does stop crying. His eyes are dry and itchy and his throat feels raw. He leans heavily against Rose and breathes raggedly. 

“Sorry,” he whispers. The word feels like sandpaper. 

“Shh,” Rose replies. “Come with me.”

She gets up and he follows her to the couch. 

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

Peter takes off his shoes but leaves his jacket on. He does not want her to see the mark on his neck. It is enough to feel it, all the time. 

Rose comes back with a container of ice cream and two spoons, and Peter feels himself nearly smile. She sits cross-legged beside him, pries open the carton, and passes him a spoon. 

The cold dairy feels wonderful on his throat, and Rose’s steady presence makes him feel safe and comfortable. He relaxes quite a bit. 

And then his jacket sleeve rides up as he’s trying to dig out a chunk of chocolate, and Rose freezes, grabbing his wrist. 

“What happened?”

He gently pulls away. “It’s nothing.”

She abandons the ice cream, turning her body to face him. “Peter, that doesn’t look like nothing.”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.”

Rose nods. “Okay. Let me see, at least? You don’t have to say anything. I just…”

He knows. 

He can hardly refuse. He’d want the same thing, in her place. To know that she’s alright. To see how bad it really is. 

He carefully removes his jacket and pushes up his sleeves. He looks down at the floor as Rose touches his arms with cold fingers. 

“Look up for a second?”

He complies. Looking down, he knows, had hidden the worst of the bruise on his neck, but hadn’t hidden it all. He swallows hard as her fingers ghost over the bruise, trying to pretend that they don’t make him think of what had happened. 

“Is there more?” 

He could lie. Except that he can’t, really. Not when it’s her. 

He nods. He doesn’t know why it feels like admitting something shameful. 

“Can I see?”

In response, he lifts up the hem of his shirt to reveal the bruising on his torso. He hears Rose suck in a breath. 

“What happened?” she asks, lightly touching his chest. There are tears in her eyes and part of Peter wants to tell her, to reveal every single detail that he remembers. But another, larger part of him cannot face it. It’s too much and too soon, and he feels like one raw, exposed nerve. He can’t. Not yet. 

He shakes his head. “I’ll tell you later. Promise.”

“Okay,” she whispers. “Have you been to the hospital?”

“I’ll go tomorrow.”

“Peter -”

He meets her eyes, really meets them, for the first time. “Please. I swear, I’ll go tomorrow. But right now - I can’t.”

Rose nods, although it’s clear she doesn’t love this plan. “Will you stay here tonight? So I can keep an eye on you?”

He hadn’t been sure of how to ask this very question without seeming like a child afraid of a monster lurking in the dark. He nods. 

Rose smiles, sad and happy at once. “Are you tired?”

He shrugs. “A little.”

“Come on, then.”

They go to her room. The bed is large and warm and smells like her and it kind of makes him want to cry all over again, for reasons he doesn’t really understand. 

“Just a minute,” Rose says. She disappears to lock up, to get ready for bed, and Peter buries himself beneath the blankets. 

She returns to the bedroom a few minutes later, switching off the light. The complete darkness makes him feel panicked for a moment, but then the bed dips and her hands find his. 

He feels her move around a bit, and then one of her hands is on his cheek. Her nose bumps into his, which hurts a bit, and then she kisses him, light and a little clumsy and perfect. 

Peter rests his head against her shoulder and lets his eyes fall closed. He falls asleep quickly and completely, breathing deep and even for the first time in quite a while.

thanks for reading!!! hope you liked it <3

#whumptober2023 #no.27 #let me see #the night agent #fic #peter sutherland #aftermath of torture #comfort #crying #my writing #i say things #i originally imagined a whole interlude in nyc but it didn't go w the prompt and was long as hell so i skipped that lmao #anyway. in a week i am going to be on a train on my trip yippee!!!! #yah my title yesterday was basically the same thing sorryyy #i hate titles so so so much grrrrrr

[daddythegrabber]

@fierytteokbokki there you are. I dedicate this part to you. ❤️🥺

Pairing: Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Reader

Warnings: masturbation (male) nothing more

Summary: You and (Bf/n) decided on to go shopping, and that’s when Max shows up. You explain everything to your friend and she/he helps you to encourage Al to make you his. 😛😉

The Grabber 🔞

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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You still cannot process what happened. Even after you woke up and done your usual morning ritual. (Bf/n) were with you not the kitchen, making some breakfast, scrambled eggs she/he made. Played it up and placed it down in front of the two of you, both plates were filled with the eggs and ham, little toast in the side. And it reminded you of Him. How he made you scrambled egg and got you a soda. You sighed and dig in to the egg.

“You all right girl?”

“Yeah…. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You seem pretty off this morning…” she/he said and drank from the mug which was filled up with fresh coffee.

“I’m fine really, I’m just really hungry.” You lied…. You did not want to admit but you missed Al. “Hey do you know where does the name Al came from. I mean I think it’s not a full first name.”

“Why you ask? Obviously it’s from Albert. Duhh…” she/he shrugged her/his shoulder and bite a piece from the toast.

“Of course. I’m so dumb sometimes.” You slapped your forehead and (bf/n) laughed.

“Yeah you are. But….. you’re my dumb best friend. Nobody else’s.”

“After breakfast we can maybe go somewhere. Maybe for a walk, you know hang out.”

“Yeah I’ll like that, besides I do want to make some shopping, my fridge is hella empty. And I’ll need some supplies.”

“So it’s the shopping then?”

“Yeah, I’ll go and make myself presentable, would you be kind to place the plates and mugs into the sink, I’ll do the rest when we come home.” You asked and strolled up the stairs and she/he agreed with it. When you opened the door to your bedroom, the memories of him flew back to you. How he grabbed himself, fucked your panties. You bit your lip and closed your eyes a bit after you sat down on your bed and grabbed the mask from beneath the bed and placed it in your lap, hands either side of it and you just looked at it. Why he has this strong effect on you? You placed the mask down and pulled the covers over it to hide it, and decided on something cute to wear. And it was a summer dress in colour blue and the little flowers made it look cute. It ended at your knee so you could show off your legs easier. You decided on some shoes cause the high-heels killed you, it was not your favourite, so you did not even had a pair. Ohh how you wanted Al to undress you. Kiss your body as he do so.

‘Stop it (y/n). Just behave. Not like he’ll came back for you soon.’

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The shopping went well.

“I still do not understand how he could be that douche… like damn I’m gonna bury his remains in my backyard.” (bf/n) was furious. Some guy hit on you and told you what he would „do“ to you. Whistled and winked and it made you sick. Thankfully there was a coffee shop and you grabbed (bf/n) hand and dragged yourselves inside. Sat down to a table and ordered two cappuccinos.

“Pheww…. That motherfucker’s gone.”

“Yeah.”

“I still cannot believe some people. Every man on this planet is a piece of shit, respect for the exceptions.” As she/he said the last part a cute guy whom worked there delivered us our order, placed it down.

“Enjoy.” He smiled at you and left.

“Ooohhh… I see someone got another admirer.” She/He wiggled her/his eyebrows and you just slapped her/his arm.

“Stop iiit.”

“Oh look. He even left his number.” (bf/n) said and grabbed the napkin and waved it in my eyesight. I grabbed it quickly and placed it down.

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes and enjoyed the rest of the cappuccino and (bf/n)’s company.

“(Y/n)?” You suddenly heard your name from afar and when you found who said your name, your eyes widened.

“Max?”

“Hi (y/n)” he strolled to our table and sat down on the remaining chair. (Bf/n) looked at me like ‘what the actual fugg?’

“I’m so glad to see you there.” You said

“What’s up? Everything’s alright between Al and you? He seems so stressed.” (Bf/n) cleared her/his throat and looked at me with wide eyes. Masking a little movement with her/his head to explain what’s going on here.

“Sorry. Max this is (bf/n), (bf/n) this is Max.”

“She’s dating my brother.” Max smiled at (bf/n) and winked. Your face burned up, and it did not go unnoticed.

“You’re…..dating? Why I do not know about this (y/n)?”

“I wanted to tell you (bf/n), but I did not have the opportunity to do so. And it’s so fresh.”

“They almost had sex, but I interrupted them accidentally.” Max said to (bf/n) and she/he gasped and looked at you. Like really dramatically.

“(Y/n) (L/n)!”

“Oh boy, here comes nothing.”

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Not shortly after you bid goodbye to Max and he was kind to tell Albert’s phone number. That’s it you knew that you can talk to him again. Maybe even see him. He wanted to invite the two of you to Al’s apartment but you refused. And (bf/n) respected your decision. Did not even asked questions after. Cause maybe she/he knew that it was not her/his stuff to look into. You let her/him into your apartment and closed the door, you two stepped into the kitchen and made some lunch.

“Look (y/n). I may not know much, but I see that you really like this Albert guy.” She/he said and but into the French fry. You two made some hamburger with fries, the sauce you made was heavenly, and (bf/n) loved it.

“I don’t know. It’s complicated. Maybe he does not even like me that much.” You sighed and bit into your hamburger.

“Well…. What about making him a little worked up?”

“I’m all ears.” You responded immediately and it made (bf/n) chuckle.

“I still have my Polaroid camera if you know what I mean.” And you knew… you remember taking pictures with it. Capturing the best moments.

“I dunno.”

“I mean, that you go and grab something sexy from your wardrobe and I’ll take pictures for you. Ya know to make him needy, after that you’ll write a letter to him.” You managed to choke on a bite and coughed, after your feeding tube was clear you drank up almost all of your soda.

“Y….yeah sounds great. Go and get the camera.” You giggled and (bf/n) immediately wiped her/his mouth and went home for the camera.

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Surprise!🥳

Albert’s POV:

It was late night when Albert got home. After another unsuccessful day of kidnapping. He was frustrated because of you. He asks himself why he did it the way he did. He missed you so much. He opened the door and stepped into the living room, locking after. He knew max was home cause, his stuff was on the table.

“Of course… why he would… what the hell is this?” There was a note and a letter on the table.

‘Your girlfriend said to me that I must have this to you. I think it’s a love letter. You naughty boy.’

Albert tossed the note aside and his gaze fell upon the letter, his name written it the front.

“Girlfriend? I don’t even….. Ah son of a bitch.” He was so excited to hear from you. And what he found there was even more exciting. As he opened it he smelled the perfume that you wore when he kidnapped you. It smelled like a flower garden and it made his tummy flip.

“(Y/n)..” he murmured and proceeded, and a paper sheet was there, it was filled with words that you wrote for him, he did not even saw the polaroid pictures you sent him.

Dear Albert,

I knew you was in my room yesterday. I saw everything, and I liked it. I came so hard for you, fingering myself imagining that you’re the one doing it.

I am surprised but I miss you.

There’s some pictures here to make you remember me.

Love,

(Y/N)

He cursed and immediately searched for the pictures, there were four of them. And when he saw what were on them, he almost choked on his own spit.

“Fuck.” He cursed and sat down on the couch, he smoothed his hair back and bit his bottom lip. His cock started to get hard, his forehead was painted with sweat.

You wore some sexy underwear, and a teeny tiny dress, which left nothing to the imagination and you wore the mask. That mask he desperately searched for. He must have left it at your house when he broke into your bedroom. And he had to admit your smile and the mask made him more aroused. He grabbed the rest of the letter and hurried into his room, slamming the door shut behind him and locked it. Cause what he’s about to do is not for Max’s eyes. Only for yours, but you’re not there to make him squirm as he would fuck your tight pussy and cum inside of it. Albert tossed all of his clothes aside and sat down onto the bed, backed his back up to the end of the bed and grabbed his cock in one hand, the other held the photos you have taken.

“Ahh… yes (y/n). Fuck. You look so good Bunny. My mask looks so good on you… fuck.” Al moved his hand up and down on his hard cock, already leaking with pre-cum. He cannot express how he really was needy and horny.

“I’m so hard for you. Mmm… I wanna fuck you so bad, but before I would eat your pretty pussy out. Ohh yes. Licking you while I destroy you with not only my mouth but my fingers. His cock was painfully hard now, and he rested his hand on his thigh and gripped the pictures harder. His wanton moans filled the bedroom.

“Ngghhhh… ah fuck. Come for me (y/n). Show me how a good girl you are. Yesss….” His hand moved now faster and his balls also moved with his fast movements. One of the pictures made him cum so hard it hurt. You were spreading your legs and your hand were between your legs touching your inner thigh, biting your bottom lip in the meantime.

“Ahh… yes, I’m coming.. ah.. ah.” And that’s when his hot cum shot out of his cock, painting the pictures with it. He threw back his head and closed his eyes, tried to slow down his breathing and come down from the high.

“I’ll come for you my dear (y/n). And trust me, I’ll make you Mine.”

That’s it. 🥳 phew.. I finished it. I hope you like it. Thank you again for the nice words❤️ appreciate it. 💋

Laters Gators 🐊

XOXO

#Spotify #ethan hawke #the black phone #the grabber #albert shaw #the grabber x reader #ethan hawke x reader #albert shaw x reader #slashers #the grabber x y/n #the black phone 2022

[miyamorana]

October Fanfic Recs

Here are the fics that I’ve really liked this past month. All of these are complete. Enjoy!

Fandoms: Back to the Future (3), Boku no Hero Academia (1), Haikyuu!! (2), Merlin (1)

Fandom: Back to the Future Title: Muscle Memory Authors: irisbleufic, leaper182 Pairing: Emmett "Doc" Brown/Marty McFly Rating: Explicit Word Count: 62,600 Summary: "Then why were we kissing, Doc?" Marty demanded. "I think I'd remember kissing you before actually kissing you!"

Fandom: Back to the Future Title: it is the dawn; time has shifted Author: Edgebug Pairing: Emmett "Doc" Brown/Marty McFly Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 16,184 Summary: The flux capacitor shakes, screams, explodes. Marty and Doc deal with the aftermath.

Fandom: Back to the Future Title: A Matter of Time Author: breakaway71 Pairing: Emmett "Doc" Brown/Marty McFly Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 14,096 Summary: Marty is going to save Doc’s life, and if Doc won’t let him do it the easy way, if he’s so determined to stick to his damn principles and never read Marty’s note, well then, Marty’s going to do it the only other way he has left.

One day at a time.

-

(or: Marty returns to 1985 only to find that his best friend is gone and everyone in his family are strangers to him. Obviously, the only thing left for him to do is fix the time machine and go back to 1955. Easier said than done, of course.)

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Title: Yuuei Survival Guide Author: LowlyWriter Pairing: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 519,280 Series: Part 1 of A Boy and his Ghost (Words: 543,862 - Works: 3) Summary: Izuku steps towards the other teen, holding his hand out to shake, “I’m Midoriya Izuku by the way. We haven’t officially met yet, right? I don’t remember seeing you at the Entrance Exam?”

The blue-haired boy pauses, studies his hand uncertainly before shrugging. “Shirakumo Oboro,” he introduces in return, hand phasing right through Izuku’s when he goes to return the handshake. Shirakumo doesn’t seem surprised by it, but Izuku whips his hand back when the intense chill climbs up his arm.

or,

Izuku tries to pretend eveything is okay even though his homelife is crumbling around him, there's an insanely powerful Quirk that's not entirely his coursing through his veins, he suddenly knows his childhood hero, All Might, and to top it all off, he seems to have befriend a pastel blue-haired ghost that has way too much insider knowledge on Izuku's new homeroom teacher, and English teacher. He's really just trying to survive Yuuei...

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: royal regalia Author: celestialshellfish Pairing: Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,939 Summary: Oikawa cannot believe this shit.

Okay, okay. Actually, he can. Because Kageyama Tobio is the exact type of clueless jock to show up to a wedding in an Adidas tracksuit.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Atsumu’s Courtship for Dummies Author: spideywhiteys Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1,604 Summary: Secret Prince Atsumu has been running from responsibility for a while now. Since leaving Inarizaki, he’s grown as a person—as a Prince. But before he can admit to himself that he’s ready to return, he needs to admit his feelings to someone who matters a little more.

Fandom: Merlin Title: Long Enough (Forget Me Not) Author: Jabber_Moose Pairing: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1,595 Summary: Maybe the fates are telling him that it’s time to let go, that Arthur is not going to return to him. Maybe it is time to stop, for his own sake, before he has to deal with the fallout of forgetting.

#fanfiction #back to the future #bttf #doc/marty #boku no hero academia #bnha #erasermic #haikyuu #oikage #atsuhina #merlin #merthur #fanfic recs

[ryutarotakedown]

Ace attorney? 001 for the ask game

[ask game link] ACE!!! ATTORNEY!!!!! okay im going with original trilogy for this because the prequels and sequels are both their own thing so [cracks knuckles]

Favorite character: oh god ive got a “no opinion” for the first damn question uhhh. im going to go with pearl because i think she is underappreciated. pearly pearls pearl fey i love you im sorry your mother sucks

Least Favorite character: mmmmm writing-wise would be terry fawles. in-game-wise would be morgan fey easily what a woman! i love hating her. one of the most chilling depictions of controlling parents ive come across ever

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): okay i can’t forget platonic ships this time. in no particular order: narumitsu, franmaya, nick & maya & pearl, iris & everyone but especially edgeworth, and. blanks. MIEGO I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT THEM

Character I find most attractive: phoenix. sorry.

Character I would marry: no one in these games is marriage material thats why i love them. okay thats not true i’d probably marry bikini

Character I would be best friends with: phoenix again. charmed by his hater swag.

A random thought: recipe for turnabout was good okay no where are you going

— i just. yes the stuff with jean sucks majorly (i went in armed with janet hsu’s trivia that he is meant to be a cis gay drag-performing guy and thus had a better experience than most people did i think) but the last turnabout was fucking spectacular. i love when phoenix straight up lies.

An unpopular opinion: crap, but that just now *was* my unpopular opinion! okay uhh. i really like how godot and iris and misty have the exact same guilt complex going on. i think if you have different opinions on the three of them you are somewhat missing the point (like yes misty did abandon her children and yes godot is mean sometimes but like. at their core. they are So Much the same and that is what destroys them and also what starts off bridge to the turnabout.)

— also i think that aa4 should have been phoenix and maya destroying the death penalty because they’ve realized that the truth is necessary yes but also punishment does not work and will never get only the imaginary perfect bad person because all aa villains are human but especially in the end with godot. and then they should deal with the ramifications of the fact that this means morgan will not be subjected to the death penalty

— OH ALSO phoenix was absolutely in the right to take pearl along to investigations in jfa 2-4. can you imagine being what, 8 years old, and your only family left in the entire world is kidnapped, and your other only family left in the entire world fucking leaves you because you’re a kid and ooh kids shouldn’t be exposed to violence ooh? i would have killed phoenix wright. i don’t care if gumshoe babysits her or she gets sent to a daycare or something i would have still killed him. she deserves to be up to date on everything she deserves to see him at his most honest

My canon OTP: miego because i mean. they Are the only canon otp. unless you allow platonic otps in which case it’s nick & maya & pearl again

Non-canon OTP: narumitsu. i am basic and proud.

Most badass character: phoenix and franziska are wrestling for that spot and franziska is winning by sheer dint of the fact that she is 18 years old and fucking Did All Of That while alone and scared and 18 years old

Pairing I am not a fan of: i respect multishipping but i cannot fucking do it for the life of me so like. pretty much anything i have not listed above. wait no lanamia’s fine. everything other than the above and lanamia

Character I feel the writers screwed up: uhhhhhhh hm. not really anyone… larry i suppose? i don’t actually think they did him that badly though, im very invested in him & pearly bonding in heavenly hall. i do also think maya should have gotten some more time to shine in bridge but that’s not a fault of her characterization.

— OH WAIT NO everyone in big top who was in that love triangle except regina. i like all of them as characters and do not want any of them to be predators thanks. I genuinely think it’d be so good if ben max and bat were all 16-18 it drives in the whole “younger than you think they are” theme with franziska

Favorite friendship: nick and maya. of course. honorable mention to larry and pearl who i think discover that they are aromantic together

#jules.txt #g: ace attorney #TYSM FOR THE ASK I LOVE TO TALK ABOUT THESE PEOPLE!!!!! #it’s been ages since i laid out so many aa trilogy thoughts in one go theyre so compelling i dont think about them enough. #iveofficiallygonemad #mail #caps

[kenisle]

rewatched civil war (twice) and damn team iron man was really doomed from the start

tony: driven by rising guilt. goes against previous values and patterns of behavior so he has very little sway with the govt he’s trying to work with. thinks he can convince steve to compromise his beliefs (have you met steve??) just to get what tony wants while unwilling to do the same. also he’s chosen ross as his ally? and doesn’t even think bruce would take his side on the accords/bucky situation? girl if you’re gonna go this hard at least be sure of yourself.

rhodey: already in the government’s pocket. more power with them but less credibility w everyone else.

vision: 2 years old. v little experience with emotions, which are shown to be brought out most strongly by wanda.

peter: 15 years old. how much did tony even tell him? or did he just wave a shiny new suit in front of him?once he sees past the starstruck-ness i highly doubt he’d side w tony. like steve tells him there’s a lot happening that he doesn’t understand and peter’s all “funny mr stark said you’d say that” like yeah girl but uh that doesn’t make it not true lol.

natasha: demonstrably close with steve and others on his team (clint, sam, wanda). defects p much first chance she gets.

tchalla: also defects as soon as he realizes what was really going on. even before then, he clearly only wanted to get bucky, didn’t care abt tony’s mission. realistically prob wouldn’t have submitted to the accords as bp anyway if it wasn’t in wakanda’s best interest. as he should.

meanwhile team cap was SOLID

steve: once bucky’s in danger, it’s over. man’s locked in and will not be stopped by anything short of a bullet to the head. you don’t trust someone without a dark side, tony? this is steve’s “dark” side: his devotion to bucky.

sam: loyal to cap. they may not always agree 100%, but they’ve got each other’s backs. where steve goes, sam goes.

bucky: spends most of the movie running and defending himself bc he’s the main target, but once tony knocks steve down? bucky’s there to stop him and they’re the dream team once more. gets his arm blown off and keeps fighting. to the end of the line.

clint: helping his friends, plain and simple. he believes in the fight, even if he doesn’t seem to take it as seriously as the others (joking around, pulling punches w nat). he gets the job done.

wanda: loyalty most shaky bc of her connection to vision, but she’s also the only one who can overpower him, and she has bonds w clint and steve as well as beef w tony, so she commits when it matters.

scott: happy to be there, backing cap. kinda like sam in catws. “dude captain america needs my help.” total wild card bringing a new power set to the table, which really came in clutch several times in the airport fight. familiar with the flaws of the us justice system and breaking the law to do what’s right. also he made watching the movie way more enjoyable bc he’s comic relief but not in the “smartass sarcastic” way that i’ve gotten tired of. he’s just a goofy dad fighting the good fight with his weird ass contraptions and gizmos. he risked tearing himself in half with a highly experimental maneuver for a distraction. i cannot stress this enough he went full titan mode instead of, say, supersizing a colony of ants, because these guys he just met needed a diversion to avoid being arrested by these other guys he just met (which is what ends up happening to him because he passes the fuck out immediately after)

and while team iron man was backstabbing each other left and right? everyone on team cap was prepared to stay behind and get arrested — insisted on it — so cap and bucky could escape in the quinjet. tony stark you can never again underestimate the power of friendship because it just blew up in your face and demolished your ass.

#kenny posts #kenny rants #belligerent hour #cacw #mcu #captain america civil war #there really is no team iron man because by the end of the movie like half of them have been absorbed by team cap lol #like tony you can’t blame yoko ono (bucky) for your boyband falling apart if it was doomed from the beginning

[quotidian-oblivion]

Green Leafy Croutons Part 2

I believe I never did explain the reason behind the name. It's an original recipe, yes. Inspired by my first meal from a cafe that i forgot the name of. My friend and i were texting and tryna come up with names for this recipe and together, by the power of our dumbasses, we came up with this. It can also be shortened to simply "Green Leafy".

Jason put his hands on his hip, looking pretty damn proud of himself.

Tim scrunched up his face in puzzled disapproval. "Green leafy?" he repeated.

"Yep," Jason grinned, a proud smile glowing as brightly as the fire on the stove behind him.

"So it's just... green leafy?"

"You got a problem with that?"

"No- well... maybe."

"It's a great name!" Jason protested, flinging his arms up.

"Oh yeah, sure." Tim rolled his eyes. "Hey, Bruce. Do you want some green leafy for breakfast?"

Jason narrowed his eyes. "I see nothing wrong with that statement."

Tim shook his head, throwing away the last of the eggshells.

So yeah: Green Leafy.

My sister took this picture for me. Isn't she a great photographer? /half sar

Alright! They're done!

Time to cremate the bread.

No, it's not a roll of toilet paper, it's cheese.

See?

I cannot cut cheese.

I really cannot cut cheese.

Okay, I forgot to add salt and pepper and lemon squeeze to the avocado, but my mum did it for me. I've plated the dish beautifully. Marvel on my creation:

I gave that to my mum. My dad is off starch so he just had the salad. My youngest sister had just toasted bread and avocado spread and cheese. My other youngest sis had toast, chicken, cheese, and lettuce. My sister had the full platter, just a little less of everything. And I had the full platter:

I cleared up the mess in the kitchen and washed the dishes first cuz i can't enjoy it unless i know that my whole job's been done. So it's a little cold. I'm trying it now.

...

BRO?

IT'S SO GOOD??

LIKE- I JUST HAD A SMALL BITE OF EGGS, CHICKEN, SALAD, AVOCADO TOAST, AND CHEESE TOAST AND- IT'S SO FREKAING GOOD??? I LOVE IT SO MUCH????? IA M NOT EVEN KIDDING???

Gonna turn this bad boy into a sandwich.

Look how thick this boy is.

It's so good, i can't even.

Scoffed down the sandwich. It's salad time!

Okay, i'm gonna be entirely honest here. The brie cheese was a bad idea. My cutting skills were also a bad idea. And not just the part where i cut my thumb. I didnt cut the cheese thin enough and it kinda overpowered everything, i had to force the last bites in and even then i left the salad and handed it over to my dad. I'm feeling a little sick rn cuz of the cheese, i shouldn't have turned it into a sandwich with that thick slice of cheese, but oh well, this was an experiment and it turned out good! You learned some and enjoyed some.

Overall, this took me around 2 hours to make because i'm a dramatic idiot who doesn't know how to manage her time and let her family starve.

Opinion: recipe is 10/10. Definitely try it out. Maybe add some flavor to the salad though, can't think what but it seemed too plain. Maybe that's just my desi tongue. Also, don't make the cheese too thick. You'll puke. Oh! And be careful with knives. It was getting hard to type on phone.

It's 1 am now cuz i spent the last couple of hours just dawdling around and watching documentaries with my fam and waiting out the sick feeling. I think i'll go to sleep now. I have so much work to do, but also going out with friends after months tomorrow, so def excited for that.

Dunno why im telling u all this, but ur hearing it anyway. I'm too sleeby and tired and head hurty.

Goodnight! Let me know if you tried this out! It's so definitely worth it I tell you. Stay safe and drink plenty water!

Part 1

Break Down ch: 2

#quotidian convos #green leafy #green leafy croutons #green leafy croutons part 2 #fanfic writer #jason todd #tim drake #part 2 #fanfic writer tries cooking #cooking #recipe #quo did stuff

[trealamh]

Copper

Day 2 of ScotEng week:

Drama // family, consequences, worth // “Do you really believe that?”

[What is it with the wedding themes in all of these prompts you might ask? The answer is ‘I don’t know’ and ‘I’m just happy to be writing again do not question my life choices’. This takes place in an AU where Arthur has been half in love with Alasdair all of his life. He runs off after introducing him to Francis and watching them fall in love. Francis doesn’t let go of him so easily and so he and Arthur stay in touch, but Alasdair hasn’t heard from Arthur in years. Alasdair and Francis are walking down the aisle in two days; Arthur loves them both and cannot fathom that they could love him back.

Ask me about the coins and the salt in the piss pot and I will tell you a wee bit about Scottish wedding traditions.]

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His eyes find Arthur across the room at every turn and he does not lie to himself. He is seeking him out of the corner of his eye, drawn to the sound of his voice and the familiar shape of him in a crowd. He keeps to himself, lingering near windows and walls, his back never turned to the door. Alasdair looks at him and sees negative space; sees five years into the past. He thinks that Arthur’s hair might be a little longer, his posture a little better. His clothes lived in but well-fitted. He looks well.

Alasdair should not be looking.

Just across from him, Francis looks happy; is happy. He looks beautiful backlit by the warm light of the faux sconces on the homely walls of the pub. And Arthur loves him, Alasdair knows he does. He would not be here, if he didn’t. Not when… He would not be here.

Someone (Sean, probably) has put a piss pot full of salt in Francis’ hands and he is making the round around the pub trading in kisses for copper. Francis’ friends from abroad throw in two pound coins and kiss him so hard that they nearly bowl Francis over. If he keeps his feet on the ground it is only because they hold him up, arms held firm at his waist, hands amiable and familiar on his body. Alasdair could no more resent the easy way Francis loves and is loved than he would his smiles or the sound of his laughter. There is something in him that aches though, watching now as he makes his way to Arthur to earn his due. Arthur’s tight lips quirk in what is almost a smile and he drops two pence into the pot. He turns his face when Francis leans in and Francis does not chase his mouth, content to press a lingering kiss to the soft swell of Arthur’s cheek like a brother.

Alasdair’s fingers itch to curl into a fist. He goes to find another pint instead.

At some point in the night half their party heads off down the street to the next pub over and the rest split ways. Francis does not try to coax Alasdair away but leaves him behind with a quick embrace and a whispered promise. Alasdair will not keep him to it and takes the damned piss pot to put aside. Fuck knows where Sean’s been off to; he hasn’t seen Daffyd all night. Alasdair should call him in the morning and ask why, why? Did Arthur say...?

 Or he could ask Arthur himself, it seems.

He cuts a lonely figure, the sole person left behind, half-sitting on a table top with his hands held loosely between his thighs. There is no device in his presence here, no gambit or intent. This place felt like it was theirs once, back when Alasdair had first put down the anchor to rebuild the family business from the ground up. Every hour he had spent sanding the floors and thatching the sunken benches had been worth Arthur’s evenings spent pouring over ledgers and faded receipts. He never took a cent for any of it, shrugging off Alasdair’s offers coarsely and claiming ownership to nothing more than the black ink on the records that first fiscal year they broke even. Alasdair knows now that it was more than pride that kept Arthur one step removed but he struggles to follow the logic of his actions. He cannot guess at the storms that brew behind the green of Arthur’s eyes unless he puts them into words. All he knows is that for all that he is difficult Arthur is also honest. For a while he belonged to these rooms as much as the furniture, and so if anyone has the right to beg off from the revelry of a wedding that isn’t his and spend the night letting his eyes get lost in the woodgrain instead, it is him.

“You were right.” Arthur breaks the silence and Alasdair is caught short, unsure of what he means.

“The sconces,” he clarifies, and makes eye contact with Alasdair only briefly before looking away again. “It was worth wiring them. The room does not need any more light than this.”

Alasdair hums, and thinks back to the arguments that had very little heat at heart.

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

Arthur shrugs.

“I don’t suppose it’s cold enough to warrant a fire.” He is thinking out loud and doing a fine job of ignoring Alasdair, eyes on the ash stains that frame the fire place.

So, Alasdair does what he’s always done best. He puts himself right where Arthur cannot ignore him.

Arthur keeps his weight resting on the table behind him but straightens up from his slump when Alasdair comes close enough. He looks at the enamel piss pot he is still holding by the handles first and then, finally, his face.

“I’m short on change,” he deadpans.

Alasdair huffs his amusement without smiling and sets it to the side. The salt and coins resettle with the movement, scratching the bottom of the pan.

“Will you stay?” Alasdair has never known how to keep from sounding angry when he speaks low like this.

Arthur opens his mouth to speak and he interrupts him before he can argue.

“For the wedding,” he clarifies, and thinks in numbers. Two nights and three days. Arthur must have arrived earlier in the day, and he will be staying the night. Alasdair does not know where he might be staying but he’ll have dropped his bags there, some spare clothing and formalwear, for the ceremony. Another pair of shoes.

Arthur looks at him silently, his expression blank but softened by the lax set of his lips. He nods, barely there but he nods, and Alasdair feels at one like he can breathe and like one of his ribs had popped out of place to dig painfully into the soft tissue of his lungs.

“There’s a spare room—”

“Upstairs.” Arthur finishes for him with finality and for the first time there is something like anger in his eyes. “Across from yours.”

What Arthur means and does not have to say outright is that it would be cruel at best to have him stay. Alasdair knows that and offered anyways because somehow it feels worse not to have Arthur under his roof. Francis would be glad to have him. He would come out of the bedroom in the morning to find Arthur tucked into their kitchen nook and smile wide enough to hurt. He would kiss Alasdair’s neck to thank him silently for whatever bargain he’d made to bring Arthur home. Even if he told him so, and tried to explain, Arthur would not believe him.

“Aye.” He will try anyways. “Across from ours.”

Arthur’s jaw clenches and he breathes an angry huff, looking like he is of a mind to storm off. The only thing that stays him might very well be that Alasdair is standing so close that he’d have to shove him aside to leave.

“Where are you staying?” Alasdair asks, though he’s starting to suspect he already knows the answer.

“I’m not.” Arthur snaps.

Alasdair holds his ground, scowling right back until Arthur’s temper begins to flag.

“I shouldn’t have come,” he laments, bringing up a hand to press against his forehead and dragging it down to his eyes.

“Why did you?” Alasdair presses.

Arthur shakes his head lightly and for once Alasdair lets it be.

“You can’t be driving.” He tries for reason. “And you’ll not find a room this late, the inn’s booked full. You could call—” he tries to think of anyone Arthur would trust enough to impose on and comes up short. “—someone. I’ll call someone for you if you’re set on being stubborn.”

Arthur’s hand is still covering his eyes, but he is very obviously grinding his jaw.

“Or you could stay.” Alasdair finishes brusquely. “And come upstairs to sleep in the spare room.” Your room, he wishes he could say still.

Arthur exhales and drags his hand down roughly to cover his mouth instead. He looks up at Alasdair through the mess of his fringe for a long moment before he speaks.

“I haven’t been drinking,” he says and sounds like he is only trying to himself not to stay.

“If you stay, you’ll want to.”

That at least makes Arthur snort.

“Sure,” he agrees, and Alasdair can suddenly picture him years younger and curled into the sunken couch upstairs, a hot toddy held in his hands.

But this isn’t the Arthur he remembers. He looks tired, suddenly, and speaks with a gravity that begs no argument.

“I left for a reason.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” Arthur raises his chin in a challenge.

They will have to have it out. If not now, then later. They will have to talk and figure things out if they have any hope of keeping the peace long enough to see the wedding out. For Francis’ sake he would rather it be now. For Arthur, he can be patient.

“Why, then?”

Arthur searches his face, chewing on his lower lip like he is struggling to find the words to parry along the confrontation he wanted.

“Because I couldn’t…” he tries, and sighs like he is frustrated with himself. “I don’t want this. I don’t know if I can want this. And I do not know who I am to you and what my place in your life is if we’re not fucking.”

Alasdair swallows back his anger and counts to ten in his mind.

This is the effect of having taken all that Arthur offered before he knew any better and questioned his motives. It is all so clear in hindsight that it chaffs against his pride that he could be so blind, once. There is equal blame to place on Arthur for his silence— for running away— and every opportunity he let pass without making himself known. Alasdair could have loved him better, would have if only Arthur had told him how. Never fucked him at all, for all that matters. Has never even kissed him like he deserved to be. And now there is another person to consider and half a decade of missed opportunities to work through.

Every word they speak now will carry the consequences of their past omissions, so Alasdair does not stop to consider his words and says what he wishes he has told Arthur years ago instead.

“You are family,” he declares and shakes his head roughly once before Arthur can interrupt him. “Whether you stay or leave. This place is yours, a third of it, a half. Whatever you will claim of it is yours to keep. And you are family. To Francis, to me. As much as Sean and Dai could ever be; more, for who you are to us. To both of us.”

Arthur’s eyes on him are intent.

“Do you really believe that?” he asks, and Alasdair has always known deep down that before he is anything else, Arthur is a cynic that wants to be proven wrong.

“Is it so hard to believe?”

The question hangs in the air for a beat too long. Arthur drops his gaze.

“What will you tell Francis?”

Alasdair grunts.

“That if he had time enough to orchestrate this while running me ragged he could have spared a moment to wash the bedding in the guest room.”

That startles a huff of laughter out of Arthur, but it sounds a little wet. One of his hands is back, hovering near his lips in an old nervous gesture.

Alasdair has never been good with words. He resorts to his hands instead and buries one deep into the roots of Arthur’s hair. It feels thicker than it looks and is coarser than Francis’; a shade closer to sand than gold.

He would not be surprised to find the bedsheets in the guest bedroom washed and pressed, all the edges tucked neatly under the corners of the mattress the way Francis never makes their own bed. There is no hurry, though. He’ll wash them himself if he needs to and keep Arthur company while the washing machine makes a racket in the kitchen, spinning through the dry cycle. If the sheets come out damp he’ll spare Arthur half of theirs and the thick, woollen blanket they only pull down from the cupboard in the winter. For now, he lets himself relearn Arthur’s warmth with his nose buried in his temple and thinks in numbers. Six more hours until morning. Three cups of coffee over breakfast in three mismatched mugs. One more night before his wedding and ahead of that a lifetime worth its weight in copper.

#something a little longer for day 2! #scoteng #scoteng week 2023 #scotfra #hws england #hws scotland #aph england #aph scotland #i would imagine that Alasdair is the kind of mind to value copper over gold #someone prompted me to write infidelity a while back and it morphed into polyamory #scotfruk #Francis is in fact extremely pleased that his gambit played off and he does kiss Alasdair in the morning #it'll be a while longer until he can kiss Arthur too but they'll get there #i should continue this one day

[randonauticrap]

A Letter to Myself ~ Chapter 2

Series Description: A 1st person POV Isekai Ikemen Prince adventure told by me, your narrator. Not all true stories are believable, and not all true stories are real. I have changed my name and the names of anyone who inspired these characters.

Chapter Description: Liliana the maid has to figure out if she's dreaming, hallucinating, or has fallen into a completely new reality, but her answer becomes much clearer when she encounters a familiar face amidst the chaos.

Chapter Title: Walking Trouble

Triggers: Cursing

Okay, so I’m Liesel. Cool, cool. Be cool. Normally I’m still me in my dreams, but hey, there’s a first time for everything, right? Okay, so let’s get dressed, shall we? I swiveled my head around the room, searching for the closet. Bingo. But upon pulling open the door, I discovered that the oddities truly did not seem to end. A maid’s outfit? Oh, you gotta be kidding me. The clothes were modest enough, and seemed practical and well-worn upon further inspection. Okay, so it’s not one of those kinky dreams. Damn, and I was kinda in the mood for that. Jesus, Liliana, focus. You don’t want the screaming lady to come back while your boobs are all hanging out, do you? Focus. Put on the clothes.

Silently thanking God that I’d been in enough operas set around the Victorian age to know how to layer my clothes and lace up a corset, I tugged a bow into the back of my dress with my almost-too-short arms and reached for the bonnet-looking cap on the bed. Ugh, I hate wearing my hair in a bun. As if my face isn’t round enough as is. “But such is dream life for now, I guess.” I mused aloud as I trussed my hair up, smoothing it as best I could in the little mirror on the wall before pinning it down with some pins I’d found in a box in the side table. The cap went on over my hair and I pinned it too, then smoothed down my skirt. “Well, I didn’t do too bad for my first time putting on this garb in a dream!” You know, Lil, this is a pretty damn elaborate dream you’re having. “Shut up, me.” I muttered to the voice in my head telling me that something was off. “It has to be a dream; literally cannot be anything but. Shit like this doesn’t happen in real life.” The “shit” I was referring to, was of course, isekai. I had the Webtoon app downloaded, I knew what it looked like, and this? Well, this looked like it. But I wasn’t going to decide for sure until I had some more evidence. So for now, I was “Liesel the maid”. 

I talked myself up on the way down the stairs at the end of the long hallway of what I could only assume were other maid’s rooms. Several other maids were also in a rush, so I just followed them, praying they’d lead me to the kitchen. Okay, Liesel the maid, you got this. Just keep your head down and- “Oh, damn.” I muttered aloud when I stepped into the kitchen area and nearly ran head-first into the most attractive man I had ever seen. He was tall and lean, his closely-fit jacket showcasing the dip of his waist and the strong lines of his broad shoulders. An easy smile sat on his pink lips as he leaned against the doorway, and a glint of something akin to mischief glimmered deep within his golden eyes. “Got a little carried away, did we? hahaha!” He laughed, looking at me with amusement as I stumbled backward to keep from bumping into him. 

“Sorry!” Shit, that’s not maid-talk, Lil. Get it together. “Apologies, sir.” I bowed my head to keep from staring at his perfect face any longer and scooted away from him, nearly missing the way his eyebrow crept up his forehead in mirth at my ridiculous reaction. Once I was a fairly safe distance away, hopefully lost in the sea of other maids, I braved another glance at him. Thankfully, his eyes were elsewhere and I let out a measured breath, my tense shoulders dropping as it left my lungs. Alrighty, got to be a dream. Definitely a dream. First of all, men that good looking are not real. Unless he’s an asshole and then it could possibly be real. But… Lil, you know who that looks like. No, it can’t be. No way. Not really. This is a dream, it has to be a - ack! He’s staring at me again! Shitshitshit- I dropped my eyes away from him as his golden ones found me again, his wavy lilac locks falling around his face as he observed me from afar. God… now I see why he has so many fans, with a face like that. Focus, Liliana!

I was assigned the east wing of the palace to clean and dust, and because I have no clue where the hell the east wing is, I paid attention to the other maids assigned to my area and just followed them. Dusting was the easy part. The hard part was making the beds and fixing them up to “maid code”. I promised myself as I was trying to fold the sheet at the bottom to tuck under the mattress to apply for a job at a hotel somewhere when I woke up, because if I had to pull out one more top sheet and redo the whole thing, I was going to scream, and I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t be very “maidly” of me. I crouched over the untucked corner and gathered the material in my hands the way I’d seen Sasha, a fellow maid, do for the bed corners in the last room I’d helped her with, and tried to fold it over evenly. Thank God, I think I’ve got it this time.

I patted the made bed with pride after laying on the top cover and blanket, and went to gather all my other cleaning supplies to take them back to the cart in the hall. Humming softly, I placed the bucket of water and cloth I’d used to wash the windows back onto the cart, along with my broom and dustpan. I was so damn calm on the outside, but my thoughts were spiraling. Okay, I’ve never done this many things in consecutive order in my dreams. I also normally can’t think like this in my dreams; I never think my dreams are dreams, they just are. What if- what if I died in my sleep? Okay but what about heaven? Heaven’s a thing, right? Oh God, what if I ended up in hell somehow? That would explain all the manual labor… I was so lost down the rabbit hole of possibilities that I didn’t see him coming until he had trapped me against the wall, his long arms caging me in and his glittering golden eyes only inches from mine as his silky mauve locks tickled my face. 

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

The realization hit me hard as his lips quirked into a vexatious smirk. I’ve just been kabedoned by a fucking prince.

~

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