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#I would have loved to put more in Lust but I couldn't decide where lol
cnth-rb · 3 months
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[Esp]
Los hermanos cachondos, quiero decir, los hermanos homúnculos.
[Eng]
The horny siblings, I mean, the homunculi siblings.
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jackles010378 · 6 months
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Wait Till I Get Home
Requested by Anon: Could you do a fic where the reader teases beau by sending sexy pictures while he is at work and says whatcha gonna do about it now lol and he shows her how it’s going to be please
I hope this is ok for you 😊
(Beau Arlen x You)
Y/n gets bored whilst Beau is at work, that is until she decides to send some not so innocent texts to Beau 😜
Warnings: contains smut 🔥 and fluff 🥰
Minors DO NOT INTERACT‼️🔞
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Y/n stared at the clock, bored out of her mind as she lounged on the couch. Beau was at work, and she had the whole house to herself. A mischievous grin crept across her face as an idea formed in her mind. Why not have a bit of fun and spice up Beau's day at work?
She quickly got up and headed to the bedroom. After a few minutes of rummaging through her wardrobe, she found the perfect outfit - a sultry black lace lingerie set that she knew Beau would love. Y/n pulled out her phone, set the timer, and struck a pose in front of the mirror. Click. The first saucy photo was taken. She changed her pose Click, the second picture was taken. Y/n carried on till she had a decent amount of photos to send and tease Beau with.
She scrolled through the photos, selecting the ones that she deemed the steamiest. With each click, her confidence grew, and she felt exhilarated by the idea of surprising Beau with these daring photos. Y/n knew she was pushing the boundaries a bit, but she also knew that Beau wouldn't be able to resist.
After selecting the best shots, Y/n attached them to a message for Beau. She added a teasing caption to accompany the photos and hit send. As soon as the messages were delivered, Y/n felt a rush of excitement and nerves. She couldn't wait to see Beau's reaction.
Meanwhile, Beau sat at his desk, buried in work. His phone buzzed, indicating a new message. Curious, he picked it up and unlocked the screen. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw the photos that Y/n had sent. Beau's heart raced, and a smirk tugged at his lips.
He quickly composed himself, realizing that he couldn't let Y/n have all the fun. Without missing a beat, Beau typed out a reply, matching Y/n's boldness with his own saucy message. The playful banter between them escalated, each message more daring than the last.
As the day went on, the exchange between Y/n and Beau became hotter and hotter. His last message sent a shiver down her spine "Wait till I get home darlin'! 😏"
By the time Beau arrived home, the tension between them was palpable. Y/n was there waiting for him, still wearing the black lace underwear from the photos she sent him.
"Wow, what's gotten into you?" Beau asked, his eyes wide with surprise and desire. Y/n simply shrugged innocently, pretending she had no idea what he was talking about. But the sly glint in her eyes betrayed her.
Unable to resist any longer, Beau closed the distance between them and pulled Y/n into a heated kiss. The spark between them ignited, fuelled by the anticipation and desire that had been building all day. Y/n's plan had worked perfectly. Beau couldn't keep his hands off her, his touch setting her skin on fire.
Beau pulled away from the kiss only to fling Y/n over his shoulder. Y/n let out a small yelp "Beau, put me down" he slapped her ass making her yelp again. "oh no darlin, i told you you were going to pay for sending those photos". Beau dropped her at the foot of the bed, slowly removing his jacket that he had yet to take off. A nervous feeling was rising in y/n stomach. she had never seen Beau like this before, the lust in his eyes, the darkness that took over him.
He dropped down to his knees in front of her, his hands slowly creeping up her thighs with feather light touches. Her skin trembling with anticipation. He looked at her with complete dominance "I need you to lay down for me sweetheart" he said in that deep husky voice that drove her wild. She did as she was told, moving further up the bed to get comfortable. Beau painfully ran his hands up her thighs to pull at her now soaked panties "damn darlin, your soaked already, I've barely touched you". He pulled them down her legs as he stared at her dripping core.
The light kisses he was leaving on her thighs was making her squirm already. She was getting nervous and excited at the same time. Her hands fisted the sheets as he made contact with her throbbing clit, his tongue swirling, his teeth nipping, his lips sucking. Her head falling back further into the pillow as the sensation of his actions took over. Her moans spurring him on, he inserted a finger. Her gasp telling him he had found the right spot, he inserted another finger curling it upwards. Beau wasn't wasting any time, she has plagued him all day with those pictures. He could feel her walls starting to pulsate around his fingers, an evil thought came to his mind.
Just as she was about to climax he stopped. Y/n looked up in shock. Beau had never denied her before. "Thats for teasing me with those saucy photos y/n, I told you I'd make you pay" he said as he looked at her with the biggest smirk on his face. Y/n sat up in a huff, all riled up. Beau couldn't keep a straight face "don't worry sweetheart, the nights not over yet". The blush that crept up y/n cheeks was undeniable.
Beau stripped out of his trousers and shirt. Y/n sat up on the bed admiring the man she fell in love with. He approached her caressing her cheek lightly "your so god damn beautiful". She could never get use to him complimenting her.
He kissed her deeply as he pushed her down, caging her underneath him. He had shimmied his boxers of as he kissed her. "you know I wanted to punish you for making me blush at work, but I just can't do it. I wanna take my time with you, savour every touch, every kiss, your beautiful moans" with that said he sheathed himself inside her. Her eyes rolling at the feeling of him filling her completely.
He got lost in the way he felt against her warmth, the way her face contorted with pleasure, the way he could tell she was getting close. With each delicious drag in and out of her, Beau thought he had died and gone to heaven. "Beau, go faster, please" she asked him. He crashed his lips onto hers as he picked up the pace, both of them becoming breathless. Her walls pulsating, his cock was throbbing. He knew she was close but it felt like she was holding back "come for me darlin" she placed a hand on his cheek "together" she replied.
They came hard, and together. Beau couldn't quite believe it happened. It was the most euphoric feeling he had ever had. He collapsed to the side of y/n, both trying to get their breathing under control.
As they lay tangled together in the aftermath, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Boredom had turned into excitement, and she knew that their love was as fiery and intense as ever. "I love you Sheriff Beau Arlen" he grasped her hand bringing it to his lips "I love you Y/n L/n, Always".
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narasgifs · 6 months
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I have to scream about Lust, Caution a bit more because it's just one of those films that alters your brain chemistry for a while. Everything below the cut bc spoilers, and triggers, and this is long. (It's also not a review or analysis or anything I just had to ramble about it and now I feel better lol)
For how simple the premise of this movie is - seducing and killing the enemy - it was so complex.
Firstly, what really didn't come through the trailer I saw on imdb was how it all started. As in: this was originally no organized secret service effort but a bunch of theater kids deciding to murder a man lol And I have to acknowledge that historically speaking it is extremely common for political resistance movements to include a lot of university students. So it's great because it both makes the plot more realistic, but it also adds a level of absurdity because it becomes clear early on that these guys are very much in over their heads, and don't know what they are doing. I mean they are really talented actors. But they have no idea how to kill a man. And when they get there to actually kill someone it gets really messy. (It's also not the guy they set out to kill.)
I feel like this beginning also gave Wong a lot more agency than I expected, and I really appreciated that. Because with a lot of similar plots, the heroine often gets pushed into this plan against her will. (She is trained to be a spy, or she is the only one who can do it, etc.) Here, there is some peer pressure, of course, but she decided quite freely to get involved in it at first, and then she again made that decision a few years later. Also, in my understanding, she was the one who initiated the whole seduction bit of the plan when she wrote down her number where Yee could see it. The others in the group were clearly uncomfortable with the idea at first. (A lot more uncomfortable than with the idea of putting a bullet through a man's head.)
So you know, I liked that I felt like her own choices put her into these situations, basically.
I also found it interesting, how from the moment Wong stepped on stage, you couldn't really tell anymore when she was acting and when she wasn't. Obviously, she played different roles, but for example, in the first part, when she rushed to the phone, she looked so giddy, and it was only her friends around so there was no need to act that way, if there wasn't a little bit of honesty in that. (She also looked pretty heartbroken when she learned they were moving away. More than a failed mission warranted.)
Or when later she tells the leader of the operation that they should act soon and how Yee is hurting her... At that point, the things that happened between them were pretty consensual. Yeah, he was being a dick throughout, but at that time he wasn't intentionally being cruel anymore, I think. There was more of the risk of what ended up happening, that she would actually fall in love. But the way she warned them was also a bit of an act.
So idk I just really enjoyed the genius actress thing, and how the lines between act and reality blurred by the end of it. Because I felt like what really managed to capture Yee were the honest, playful parts of her, the parts of her that she let shine through the act.
The chemistry was obviously incredible between the two main characters, and the acting, and the way it was filmed were so beautiful. There was this constant push and pull between them. From the beginning, they were just looking at each other so intensely, that it was clear how much of an attraction there was. But then they had so much trouble reaching for each other. Yee was obviously extremely heavy-handed at first. But you could tell that sometimes even he recognized that he overstepped, and then he would try to touch her more gently, but he would be extremely clumsy about it. And then he would get frustrated and go back to violence. Meanwhile, when Wong tried to touch him more gently, he would push her away, because that just wasn't something that he was used to allowing himself. I just loved how much of this was communicated without words.
And that is exactly why I liked the sex scenes too. I read that this was made based on a book and that the book didn't have all these scenes. And that obviously the whole thing got censored to bits in mainland China and got quite a bit of pushback. (Because of the nudity and but also the political part of the ending.)
Personally, I think the sex scenes were an amazing addition, and if anyone says that intimate scenes don't add to character development or the plot then I will shove this movie in front of their face lol (No I won't bc this movie could be pretty triggering, but it's also a great example of how sex scenes can be well done and I'm passionate about that okay?)
Even the first one between them, that is SA (there is no question about that) even that one had its place. It shows who Yee is: the man who orders another one to die in the first two minutes of the movie, and someone whose job is to torture people. It also shows that he is extremely paranoid, and doesn't trust her, so he would rather hurt her and take control of the situation. Because, let's face it, she made it pretty clear that she was there to have sex with him. He didn't need to force it. He just wanted to rattle her and restrain her because... well, because he's an asshole, ruthless secret police chief. (And because there were already two other women who tried to kill him by seducing him, you know) I'm not trying to justify his actions, or anything, but what happened was pretty in line with his character.
The whole movie that far showed that he was a very dangerous man, but that scene just really cemented that he was a threat even to her.
And it also showed a lot about her. I lost my mind when afterwards she was lying on the bed and she just smiled... Like... she was not as upset about what happened as you might have expected??? And you could interpret it in a lot of ways. As a feeling of accomplishment that she did manage to do what she set out to do with her acting... Or idk, hell, to me it was clear that our girl had some daddy issues. That with her father taking her brother with him and leaving her in a warzone and everything. And you know, Yee must have been like twice her age. It also kind of went back to that conversation they were having when he told her that he saw that she wasn't afraid.
Anyways, it was also obviously shot in a way that was sexy, in the same way we can find some non-con fanfic sexy and art should be allowed to do that.
There was nothing remotely healthy about this, obviously, but it was also really complex and I liked that.
And then every other sex scene was not just beautifully shot, and not your typical missionary setup, but you could also see the character development in them. Wong discovering her sexuality, for one. Especially, if you compare any of those scenes to the one with the other student.
The other thing you could see in those scenes was how they started to trust each other more. Yee stops restraining her and lets her touch him. In some of those shots, he's just lying on the bed and letting her get all over him.
And then there is the one where she looks at his gun, and he catches her looking... And then instead of making a big deal out of it, he lets her pull the pillow over his eyes?? (And they both seem to really enjoy that one... ) That scene really spelled out everything between the lines.
The way I like to think about it is that by the end of it, they both must have known deep down who and what kind of person the other one was. He knew she wasn't honest with him. And she knew that he wouldn't hesitate to sign their death warrants. And they fall for each other anyway. She chose him over herself and all of her friends. And he was absolutely heartbroken by the end.
I loved this movie, and I loved the characters' dynamics, and I loved the acting.
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kakashish0e · 2 years
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First Chance (Second Part) || Gaara x Reader
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♥︎ Master list
-This is the second part! Here's are the links for the whole series.
♥︎ PART ONE, PART TWO
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I didn't know what I was doing but I decided to make a second part of the story (it just randomly popped into my head, I just had so many ideas for a second part and I didn't want them to go to waste) So I just used the remaining of my brain cells to make a part two lol. I wasn't as professional as I thought I was at first, but I'm starting to get the hang of it (i think). Just need some more time to be better at it I promise. But I am really grateful for all the support you gave me for the past four months, I really appreciate it <3 (but anyways enjoy♡)
Pairings: Gaara x Fem! Reader
Word count: 10.1k
Content Warning: A little argument between gaara and the reader, Mentions Of Sex, Teasing, Begging, A little bit of Grinding, Slight Fingering, Office Sex, Praise kink, Unprotected Sex, Breeding
[Please ignore any word errors if you see any, thank you]
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You started to stirr awake, still sleepy and felt like going back to sleep but you needed to get up anyways. Your body just felt a little sore so you just layed there, waiting for your eyes to adjust to the slight darkness for a little while. You looked looked to the side and you had noticed that there was no sign of gaara anywhere, he probably had left to the office early or something. So you looked around his room, checking if there's a clock anywhere, wondering what time it was. And to your surprise, that it was 9:57, you were late. Really late and he didn't even bother to wake you up to get ready, he just left you here, naked and alone.
You tossed your head back into the pillows, and started to think. The flashbacks of last night started rushing through your head had you blushing like crazy, just the sight of your little body in his hands, under his mercy. The way he looked down at you with those lust filled eyes. Don't forget the way his hands were touching you so gently like you were fragile glass, his fingers going at a soft pace, but yet it still gave you a whole lot of pleasure you couldn't handle. His soft lips kissing yours, God you just want to live that moment all over again.
The way he entered you so soft and slow; thinking that he might hurt you, Butterflies started to flutter in your stomach. A giggle left your lips when you remembered that he called you "my love". You knew all those memories won't ever be forgotten, that was probably the only time you have ever seen him like that, so sweet and sensitive to your love.
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You quickly got out of your little day dream and jumped out of bed. Putting on your discarded clothes from last night, when i tell you that your clothes were everywhere, I mean it.
Your shirt was in the living room and your skirt was in the hallway, your bra thrown on the floor and your underwear was on his side of the bed. It took you forever to find your other shoe and started to wonder how it ended up in the kitchen, and from what you remembered, it was all him. He took all your clothes off and threw them at random places before taking you to his bedroom.
After getting all your stuff and you got dressed. You had soon realized that you couldn't just go back to the office in the same clothes as yesterday, so you've decided that you'd run back home and change. You knew it would be better to shower since you and gaara had been working up a sweat all night, but you didn't want to risk getting caught by your older brothers. They'd be all over you and be demanding answers of where you have been all night.
Even getting through the front door would get you yelled at. So the most obvious thing you would do was get in your room through a window. It had been years since you had done that. The last time you done it, you were sneaking out to go to temari's party that she invited you to go. Obviously your father said no but your mother said yes. Of course his answer overpowered hers and you weren't allowed to go.
And just as you came back from the party, your dad was just leaning on your door from inside your room, waiting for your mysterious return. He obviously grounded you for weeks but it's different today since you were an adult and you knew you shouldn't get in by the window like some crazy teenager but it was the only way to avoid the countless questions.
You crawled through the window and instantly fell of the floor, you froze and kept quiet for a moment. Trying to hear the slightest footstep, it was kinda weird that the house was dead silent in the mornings. Usually you'd hear your brothers arguing about something meaningless but it's just quiet today. It was probably because they were out on a mission or something, it didn't really matter as long as they're gone and not in your way. Just when you thought no one was home you quickly rushed to your closet and grabbed a new pair of clothes.
You literally just grabbed anything that was right in front of you. Getting a new pair of shoes, brushing all the knots out of your hair, you couldn't do anything with your hair at the moment so you decided to leave it down for today.
It was already past 10:30 and you rushed out of the room as fast as you could. Only thinking about what you had forgotten but it seemed like you got everything you needed to go back to work. You thought that no one was really home so you decided to get out through the front door like any normal person would do. Besides, it was really hard to get in through the window and you thought that you'd actually get hurt by getting out.
You peeked through the door of your parent's room to check if your mom was there since you didn't see anyone in the living room or the kitchen. To your surprise that she was actually there, sleeping peacefully. But why was she her all by herself? You usually weren't home to worry about her but she probably was tired since you never come home to help her like usual. You started to wonder where your father went.
He shouldn't be on a mission because he said that he'd be staying at home all week, because he was complaining that his back started hurting. So where could he have gone?
You really had no time to worry since your mother was just sleeping, maybe they'd return when you come back from work, you weren't very sure but you know that when your dad is out with his friends, he'd usually come back before dark and throw himself on the couch and start watching tv and making a fuss about everything like a two year old. So it really wasn't a big problem worrying about him.
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You began to leave the house with everything you needed for today, and started to walk to the kazekage's office. All the flashbacks of last night kept rushing through your head all at one second. It was like they were trying to make you feel ashamed. Of course sleeping with the kazekage was a big deal to say the least. Not one girl in sunagakure would be brave enough to do that, in fact they're all scared to even go near him. Well that's what the rumors you heard. And it had to be Y/N L/N, the girl which gaara claimed that he loves.
There was no doubt in the world that he wasn't lying about it, he confessed his love for you, he kissed you, he marked you, claiming every inch of your little body as his, he touched you and he wasn't even nervous about it, and most of all he fucked you.
Then there's that love bite he gave you, you still don't even know what gave him the idea of putting it in the most noticeable spot. You even had to wear a button down to use the collar of the shirt just to hide all the hickeys that were painted all across your shoulder to your collarbone, because most of all the shirts you had were open neck. You were just really thankful to him that he didn't put any on your neck because that would've been even more harder to hide.
I mean he did put some but they just weren't as serious as the others were. But still, he didn't have to put so many of them on you.
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You had finally entered the kazekage's building but it had left you all tired and a bit sweaty from speed walking, out of all the hot days. Why did suna choose to be really hot today? You were used to the hot temperatures in the sand village but today was more sweltering than usual. Was nature really trying to punish you because of last night or what?
And we're back to square one. You were just standing there behind the door to his office once again. The same as the first day you started working here. Who wouldn't be nervous to enter his office after what had happened last night? First reason was because you were late, second reason was because you both clearly fucked and he had just abandoned you in his bedroom all alone. Even the smallest scold by him would get you blushing like crazy.
Before you grabbed the door handle, you felt someone tap your shoulder lightly to grab your attention. So you turned your head slightly and you gasped a little. It was temari and kankuro. You couldn't even move a muscle, you were just in complete shock, you were just standing there all frozen like some scarecrow. "Hey y/n! How have you been for the past few months? Do you like your job here or not?" Said the blonde kunoichi with a big smile on her face, she was obviously happy to see you since she hadn't for quite some time.
The big question was why are they here? Well kankuro has a reason because he lives here but why is temari here? You had remembered that she previously mentioned that she was gonna start going to konoha more frequently and she did end up staying there for over a month.
You didn't know why but it would be a rude thing to ask. Since you hadn't seen them in months. You let an awkward smile and greeted the older sand siblings. "Y/n why are you standing here? Is something wrong with the door or what?" You jolted out of your position you were standing in and made a small excuse which seemed to work.
"No the door is working just fine it's just that I arrived here a little late and it seems that we both got here at the same time that's all." you said as you let a awkward laugh scratched the back of your head so nervously. God you didn't know what you were saying and it was obvious that you were flustered like always. "Alright then let's get in shall we? All we have to do is tell gaara some important news and we'll be good to go" Kankuro said with a big smile on his face. Rather more it looked like a smirk than a smile. It looked like the same exact one that you had seen on temari when she suggested this job to you.
You stepped aside so they could get in first. Deep down in your stomach, you knew it was gonna be something bad. You wanted to ask but at the same time you didn't want to know. They were going to say it either way when they tell gaara so you remained silent and walked in quietly behind kankuro and temari.
You could tell that gaara's eyes were fixed to your direction when you were setting down binders and folders on your desk. Which caused you to turn a bit red and sweat a little. You sat in your desk, pretending like you were busy doing something while you wait for temari and kankuro to break the news that you were dying to hear.
But all you heard was little arguments about who should tell him, and they both decided that temari was gonna say it and if gaara didn't understand her then kankuro was gonna say it in the most easiest way possible.
While you were busy filling out and organizing paperwork, you tried your best to remain calm while you were trying to hear what they have to say to gaara.
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"So gaara... Um how do i say this... You know what let's start off with some questions okay? Are you seeing anyone? Like dating wise. Because that should make the situation easier."
He looked at you for a split second and back at temari. Not knowing how to explain it. Even you don't know how to explain the current relationship between you and gaara. The awkward silence filled the room while gaara was trying to find a way to explain the complicated relationship between the two of you in his head. Because it wasn't like the both of you had sex without actually talking things through, it just happened so suddenly.
Temari and kankuro took that silence as a no since gaara wasn't responding. "Well if you don't find anyone in two weeks then the council will have to settle an arranged marriage for you" Your eyes widened and it felt as if your heart was teared right out of your chest. Were they being serious right now? They have to be joking... Right? Arranged marriage?!
-"And why is that?" gaara said so curiously. Looking back up at his older siblings, who were trying their best to explain it in the most understandable way possible.
You were really thankful that gaara had asked that question to them because you had questions of your own as well, But you were too nervous and scared to ask them yourself.
"Well basically they want you and somebody else to procreate for the new heir of kazekage, to make it more understandable for you"
Gaara was left with a blank expression on his face and you were on the verge of fainting. Arranged marriage? Kids? They shouldn't be rushing him like that, he's only nineteen. Well you take back the kids part since it already happened. He Just randomly had sex with his eighteen year old assistant. And he probably still hasn't felt ashamed for doing it. You and gaara were just one year apart, it really wasn't that bad or anything. And yet it felt so wrong afterwards, you knew that everyone will find out eventually and you were ready for that time to come.
If it was the condition of raising his child in order for him not to marry another woman then you'd do it. You'd basically do anything for that not to happen. Even if you'd have to be stuck at home being gaara's house wife then you'd be more than happy to except it. Wait now let's just calm down... Last time you checked, you said being a housewife was a definite No. But if it's to save gaara from having kids with someone else then it's a different story.
- "gaara shouldn't have any problem looking for a partner, my little bro has his good looks. How about we set you on some blind dates? Does that sound good?" They both suggested.
Lord have mercy on my soul. Gaara better say no. He'll say no... Right?
"I'm confused, why are you both telling me this right now?" Why is gaara being so clueless right now? but you wouldn't blame him. You had no clue why they are forcing a marriage he doesn't want. You still had some questions about that.
- "The reason we're telling you this is because you missed yesterday's meeting, we overheard a conversation from two council members and me and kankuro insisted on telling you"
Wait... Were they talking about that meeting that gaara cancelled? You really hope it wasn't that meeting that gaara didn't go to. Only you and gaara know the real reason why he didn't show up to that meeting yesterday. It was safe enough to say that it was your fault it happened because you pulled away from him right when you both were about to kiss, and that drove him crazy to the point it led to him locking the door and aroused you just enough to get you moaning his name while riding his dick. You could already feel the flashbacks racing through your head.
How could he be some calm about this? He looks completely normal while you were over here in a sweating mess with a red look on your face, and this new emotion you were feeling. It was indescribable it didn't feel like anger nor sadness. It was something else that you have never felt before. It just felt so strong and you only felt this towards gaara.
"So we'll ask this again, are you seeing anyone?because that will be your ticket out of the arranged marriage and other stuff that comes with it" Kankuro asked, but yet gaara still remained silent again, no answer as the first time they had asked. If situations were reversed and they were asking you then you'd probably wouldn't know how to answer them either. You actually wouldn't know how to respond to that question too.
- "Well I'm not sure how to explain it, or what we are currently now and I can't discuss things with her at the moment because she's refusing to talk to me" He said with a calm voice, or rather to say it sounded like he was pissed with you for not talking to him.
You knew really well that hes talking about you, there wouldn't be a doubt in the world that he was talking about you. It wasn't that you're refusing to talk to him or anything. It's just that you don't know how to act or talk to him the same way after you both clearly fucked in his office and it led all the way to his apartment, and you were still processing the fact that he said that he loves you. Yeah you never forgot about that. That will be a locked memory forever. (Not to mention that temari and kankuro are currently in his office and you don't want them thinking that it was you who he was talking about just yet)
"So you have someone in mind but you and this mysterious girl of yours that you never mentioned once to me, have to talk things through? Am I missing anything else or is it just that? " Said kankuro with a confused look on his face.
Well if kankuro says it like that then yes, gaara fortunately has to talk things through with his 'mysterious girl'.
"So who is this girl that you're seeing? What's her name? Is she pretty? How old is she? Not to rudely ask but its because it's really rare to find girls in suna that are your age these days" Temari and kankuro asked so many questions with a curious tone. Already overwhelming the young kazekage with their countless questions they had for him.
Yeah you figured that they would be asking questions similar to that. Who wouldn't? People would obviously be really curious who gaara's secret lover is. The girl who is brave enough to fall in love with a man like gaara.
"It really isn't that important right now, I have a whole lot of work to do and you both are clearly distracting me" He said while he went back to sorting a few papers that were scattered around his desk.
Well that was one way to tell them to go away, but his version sounded a bit more harsh. But he had a reason to, they were all up in his personal business, asking such questions about his secret lover. Which you aren't going to be a secret any longer because it's going to be revealed either way. And you were ready for that time to arrive. But at the same time you were scared about what the people would think, especially your family. Would you think that they'd be okay with you marrying the kazekage and having kids together? Yeah obviously they're going to make a big deal out of it.
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"Alright then, We could meet up together at a cafe to get through some things, thats if you have time. We'll just wander around the village for a little while because I haven't been here In months"
It was true, temari had been away for months, visiting konoha and actually stayed there for quite some time and never really came back here so often, but she had explained that she just wanted to see her brothers again, and probably hang out with them, well that's if they had time to spare. Which you already knew that gaara was definitely gonna be busy today.
While gaara was trying his best to get them to leave, you were already gonna notice how awkward it will be when you both are alone in a quiet room. And when you're both alone, it's obvious that he's gonna try talking to you. But you weren't worried about that right now, all what was in your head was the arranged marriage. Just picturing him and his new wife getting married and having a kid together.
You started to wonder how would it work out, if he ever were to marry another woman. How beautiful she would probably look, how perfect she is while standing next to gaara.
There it was again, it had been a long time since you doubted yourself, criticizing your own appearance. This new woman that probably going to marry gaara will look more pretty than you or rather more important since the council will choose her. All the things you could do, she could probably do them ten times more better. And what if gaara actually says yes... Will he just toss you aside and forget that he ever loved you? The woman that the council picks, what if he falls in love with her more than you.
Will he just sleep with another person and find out that she pleases him more than you ever could. What if he accepts the marriage and will just see you as his assistant once more? You just had so many questions but you'll just have to accept his decision, either he finds someone himself or let the council find someone for him. It's all his choice and you'll respect it even if he'll end up with another.
You were just sitting there and staring at a Paper and didn't even notice that temari and kankuro were calling your name to grab your attention so many times.
"EARTH TO Y/N! are you there?" You jumped a little and responded so quickly. "Yes sorry, I'm just a bit tired and hot that's all" You really couldn't make anything up at the moment so that was always your number one excuse and yet you still tend to get away with it.
"Me and kankuro are about to leave, you wanna come with us so you could get some air or maybe walk around to relieve stress?" You remained silent for a few seconds to think. Looking at gaara for a quick moment and then back at temari. "Um... I actually have to help gaara get caught up with everything since there were kids from the academy who just became genin recently and I want to help set up the teams"
You rarely ever decline her invites to something so it took her by surprise. But she kinda understood why you said no, because you were working now and you previously told her that you were trying to save up money to move out of your parent's home. So she just shrugged her shoulders and told you where she will be for the rest of the day if you get off work early. "Ok I was just a little worried, you just don't seem like your usual self today. Are you sure nothing's wrong? Because it feels like something happened to you, you sure you don't wanna talk about it?"
Yeah she was kinda right about that. Everything that happened last night really seemed to affect you more. Gaara confessed his love for you, which no one in your entire life had ever made you feel the way he did. It was obvious that you had fallen in love with him too, but you questioned that you'll ever be good enough. But having sex with him, TWICE. Really seemed to answer your big question.
"No everything is just fine, I just have so much going through my head that's all" You responded with and weak smile. Temari obviously knew that you were hiding something because she had been your best friend for year's and was practically your sister. So she knows when you lie and when you try to hide something that was serious. Believe me, Sleeping with your best friend's younger brother (a.k.a the kazekage) was really something to hide knowing damn well that it if anyone knew, the rumors would spread all around the village in a snap of a finger, and your family would find out everything you had been doing for the past few months.
You wouldn't know what to do if one person knew about it, and that person happened to be temari. What would happen if she figured it out on her own? How would she feel about it? Would she still want to be your friend even after she finds out that you slept with her brother?
You were aching to tell her but then again you wouldn't know what she would do or respond. You looked down at a Paper and imagined all the terrible things she would do if she ever found out about you and gaara.
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Temari started to get ready to leave after she was done discussing things with the young kazekage. She walked over to you and gave you a bear hug, acting like it would be the last time she'd ever see you. You won't really know that for sure but you hope she comes back sometime of the year when you're not busy. So you could hangout with her more like back then.
She opened the door and made her way out of the kazekage's building with kankuro.
Minutes after she left, you knew you were screwed because you were alone with gaara. You could still feel his eyes on your direction, looking at you and only you. Just him looking at you was more than enough to get you all nervous. Just frozen like a manikin, not knowing what to do. Why is he the only person that could get you all worked up like this? Of course having sex with him quite seemed to take a big effect on you the most, but it hasn't really given him the slightest bit of shame that he slept with someone who just turned eighteen two months ago.
From what you know, he didn't even bother to ask how old you were. All he needed from you was your consent and done, he fucked you. Then your horny ass begged for more and that's how you ended up in his place. Well to be exact, he asked and you blindly said yes, you couldn't refuse his friendly gesture which ended up with you being in bed with him.
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So is it just gonna be like this forever? Him staring directly at you while you try your absolute hardest not to look back at him. This is going to drive you insane if this kept on going, all you thought about was how loud you moaned underneath him. It just took you by surprise that you'd actually make those sounds for someone. Those painfully embarrassing love making sounds. It's the fact that he heard every single one of them very clearly.
You just had to get out of this uncomfortable situation somehow. But the last time you walked away it didn't really end well. Maybe just do your job without talking to him I guess? You weren't really sure what to do yet, but it had to be something that didn't involve walking away from him because last time really pissed him off. And you learned your lesson not to do that again.
But it just felt like walking out of this office was the only choice you had. Probably it would help you think better and for you to calm down. But you just needed to organize some papers into a folder and handing it to the kazekage before doing so. And that's what you began to do, gathering important information and placing them in their proper places.
It was a nervous walk heading to his desk and handing him the folder, your mind was racing and your heart was beating uncontrollably in your chest, but your face didn't seem to have much reaction. Your feet couldn't bring you closer to him but they brought you close enough in front of his desk to hand him the folder.
"What's that?" He asked. You weren't sure if he was upset about something or it's just his normal everyday tone. You couldn't tell the difference anymore so you just guessed that he didn't sleep enough, and you're to blame for that. "It's the folder that you asked me to organize yesterday, I didn't get to finish it since.... Well um... Things got personal between us" And there it was again, you couldn't keep a straight face and instead your face was flushed red in embarrassment.
You couldn't even look at him, just one glimpse of his gorgeous face and you're just gonna faint on the floor. So making eye contact was the last thing you wanted to do.
He grabbed the folder from your hands and opened it, and he immediately remembered when he asked you for it. "Oh, thank you" He said as he continued to finish a stack of papers. You nodded and turned around to head to the door very slowly. Why is everything so awkward? Last night he said that he loved you and you can't even look at him. Is it just gonna be like this for the rest of your life or what?
Before reaching for the door handle, you heard him call your name and it caused you to freeze like a statue. "Y/n before you walk away from me again, can you please come here?"
'Oh shit....' as much as you wanted to leave, you just can't bear to walk away. The way he said it, it was like he was pleading you to stay. That wave of guilt start to flare inside you, you really had no choice but turn around and walk back to him. Would it count as disrespect if you just walked away from the kazekage after he asks you to stay with him? You let out a sigh and turned back around, walking behind his desk and stood there at a safe distance. Your eyes were staring down at your feet, still refusing to look at him. You didn't even know the reason why you couldn't look at him anymore, you just couldn't. It felt as if you were mad but you knew you weren't.
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He reached towards you gently held your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles, calling your name to get you to look at him. "Y/n my love, is something troubling you?" His soft voice that was filled with concern, as much as you want to tell him. You just couldn't find the words to express how you felt. "Are you angry with me? Did I... do something wrong?" It felt as if your heart coiled into a ball, seeing how worried he was. That look on your face, in his eyes it looked as if you were mad at him because of something he might've done wrong. "I-im not mad at you or anyone.... It's complicated and I don't know how to say this" You took a deep breath, finding words to express your strong emotion you were feeling.
Wiping a tear from your eyes that were about to run down your cheek. Lord Jesus why are you about to cry? But it just couldn't be helped, it would be half percent chance that you would lose him completely to random woman who would claim to love him forever. He just confessed his love for you yesterday and now you're about to lose him for good. "Y/n please tell me what's wrong, it hurts me to see you like this"
"Gaara....i just don't want to lose you, are you going to agree with the arranged marriage?" You spoke softly, as you already built the courage to look up at him. His eyes soften as he realized the reason you were upset. "Y/n... Would you honestly think that I'd agree to marry another woman knowing that I'm deeply in love with you? Other than temari and kankuro, you are all I have"
He pulled you closer to give you a hug, burying his face in your chest. Feeling how your breathing started to calm down. "But what if you did agree to the marriage? What then? Would you just toss me aside and forget all this ever happened?" He was just shocked with disbelief. Of what you said, he looked up at you and seen that there was a serious look on your face. "Y/n... Do you honestly think I'd want to marry someone else? Have a family with another woman that I don't know? You're the only one for me, and if you're okay with it then I'd choose you"
You could tell he was being serious of what he just said. That same look on his face when he confessed his feelings for you. That's when you know he was telling nothing but the truth. But another side of you believed that he was lying, a voice in your head telling you not to grow attached to gaara or else when you fully trust him he'll just leave you in an instant. And you tried your hardest to ignore that voice, which happened to be your newfound fear. The fear of losing the person that you love the most.
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He stood up from his chair to give you a proper hug, holding you very tightly in his arms. Just the sight of seeing you like this really hurt him so much. He noticed how temari and kankuro's bad news really seemed to affect you more than it did to him. Yet he found it so cute how you're crying while holding onto him. He heard you mumble to yourself quietly but he didn't seem to give much attention to that. Just taking in the sight of how you crumble apart in his grasp. Feeling how you gasp while you try to soothe your breathing. "Are you alright y/n?"
You nodded and looked up at him as there were still tears running down your cheeks. A smile painted across your face as you felt relieved and fully convinced that he wouldn't leave you. "I'm fine" but he didn't believe you, he could still see it in your face that you were badly hurt. "I will never leave you, you understand me? I love you with all my heart and it still feels weird to share my emotions with another" he softly spoke, lifting your chin with two fingers to look up at him since you turned your gaze elsewhere.
Making eye contact with him still messed with your head. Just staring into his seafoam eyes still gave that little flutter in your stomach.
It still gave you goosebumps of how his soft palms were against your cheeks, cupping your face. Wiping away your dried tears with his thumbs. It just felt so relaxing, Knowing that someone cared for you that deeply. This type of love was so heartwarming. Most of all it felt safe and you thought you would never feel this way for someone.
"Y/n I love you with all my heart, do you love me too?" you remained silent for a few seconds, just every time he says that he loves you, it gives you a gush of happiness. Your face flushed with red as you responded quietly, "yes gaara, I love you too". His eyes softened and leaned closer to your blushing face. You could even say that it was red like his hair, because it was.
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His soft lips close to yours, you could tell he was getting closer for a kiss. Kissing was still not a normal occurrence that happens to you, and your mind (that was extremely flustered) was still getting used to the weird feeling of physical contact with another.
You just got so addicted to the feeling of his soft lips against yours. Your mind still gets so hazy when his tongue swirls inside your mouth, dancing around with yours as a little bit of drool leaks from the corner of your mouth. It just felt like heaven when he kisses you like that. His hands that were on your cheeks, moved down to your waist and hugged your lower back while your arms were wrapped around his neck.
You let out a light moan while you both were kissing, you didn't think much if it so you just continued to kiss him back, your heart beating so fast because of the sweet kisses he was giving you.
He broke the kiss and looked at you for a moment. Looking at your cute features, seeing what a blushing mess you were in his arms. In his eyes, to him it looked adorable seeing your cheeks flushed with red. Seeing how flustered you were. It just made him happy that someone else felt the same way, how this type of love affected you in the most humorous ways. He just couldn't help but smile, knowing that the person that truly loves him is standing in front of him.
He began to shift his direction where your back was slightly pressed against the edge of his desk. And started to kiss you again, but this time it felt different somehow. This kiss kinda felt oddly familiar, like you and him had kissed like this before. The more you kissed him, the more you had realized why it felt like this. Feeling how heavy his breathing was, and the way his hands slided up and down over your curves. You knew that the kiss soon became heated and you had to find some way to stop it before things got out of hand. So this time you broke the kiss and paused for a little while, waiting to see if he had calmed down.
But the opposite seemed happen, he was just nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. Kissing your clothed shoulder and all the way to your jaw. You just stood there with no expression on your face, letting him flood your face with his passionate kisses.
He eventually stopped and looked down at you with those lust filled eyes. You could tell what he wanted but you weren't so sure if this was the right time to do so. It was in the middle of the day and that's when people start walking around and being active, not to mention the countless times when they randomly barge in the office and sometimes they'd scare you half to death.
And you remembered that you seen how many people were in the building, there wouldn't be a doubt in the world that one person would be knocking on the door. "Gaara I don't think this is the right time, maybe later okay?" You lightly patted his chest and smiled so awkwardly, trying to leave but he had a firm grip on your waist that prevented you from moving. Was he really being serious right now? By the look on his face, it seemed like he was.
His hands lowered down to the back of your thighs and began to lift you up. Making you sit down on his desk, his hands on your sides while you both started another make out session. Wrapping your legs around his hips as he pulled your body closer to his, feeling his erection press against your inner thighs. He was indeed turned on, and you can say that it was kinda your fault since you literally cried in his arms in fear of losing him and claimed that he would leave you for another woman, which he assured you that he wouldn't.
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He broke the kiss and went down to your neck that was slightly covered from the collared shirt you were wearing. It didn't seem to bother him but he was starting to question why you were wearing collared shirts all the sudden. "It's really hot today, why are you wearing this?" Was he really being serious right now? Was he really this clueless? Did he not remember what he did to you? How could you say that it was because he literally marked up your entire right shoulder with hickeys in the most noticeable spots? "Well gaara, you're the reason why I'm wearing this" You responded with a low tone in your voice.
He looked at you all confused and it took him about a few minutes to realize what you meant as in it was his fault. He looked at a hickey that wasn't covered up and lightly touched the purple spot on your neck. "Does it hurt?" He said with a worried tone in his voice, already feeling guilty of what he did to you.
"Don't worry about it, it doesn't hurt" you responded and assured him that they didn't hurt you. He still wasn't sure if hickeys hurt but yet he remembered that he gave you a whole bunch of them on your shoulder and remembered that he bit you, "Are you sure that they don't hurt? I just don't want them hurting you and you're lying to me about it" He said in a low voice. You slightly chuckled at the sight of him being so worried for you. "Yes gaara, I'm telling you the truth, they don't hurt I promise" you said softly.
He was a bit hesitant to kiss your neck so he avoided the hickeys and kissed the other side of your neck that didn't have any. So he could feel more comfortable kissing you knowing that you weren't feeling any discomfort.
Your body calmed down and began to feel relaxed but your mind was still fixed on other things like the door, thinking that someone might come through the door at the wrong time. Just the thought of someone coming through that door as you are sitting on his desk. Just the gush of embarrassment it'll be when they walk in on the both of you doing lewd things to each other in the kazekage's office.
He was just busy covering your face with his sweet and soft kisses as he tries his best to comfort you, while you're over here worrying about the damn door. Of course he wouldn't care that if someone knows about you and gaara being together but it's different about you. Mostly everyone in this building has some close connection towards your father and if anyone knew that you were doing something wrong in the office then they'd obviously tell him. Your career would literally be ruined if he ever found out that you have been doing unspeakable things with the kazekage.
"Please calm down y/n, I'm sure that no one will walk in" he said in a soothing voice to ease your nerves that would take a lifetime to calm your nerves. Maybe he was right, you needed to relax since you were fully convinced that gaara wouldn't leave your side no matter what, but that fear of someone walking in still seemed to be in the way of you being comforted by your ‘boyfriend’.
Well you still weren't sure what you both are yet since you both didn't really get to that conversation yet, but most definitely you two aren't friends since friends don't do things like what you and gaara are currently doing. Like his hands are caressing your sides as you both give each other tender kisses.
Yeah maybe he was right that you needed to calm down a bit. You just felt so tense from last night and still had so many memories rushing through your mind and it really overwhelmed you in the past few hours. And just the thought of him marrying someone else made it even worse for you, and now he's just trying his best to make you feel better. Since it really hurt him for the first time seeing you cry about losing him.
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His hands slowly lowered down to your thighs, his fingers almost underneath your skirt but where it didn't really discomfort you in any way. Although feeling his fingers slightly digging underneath your skirt gave you a little shiver down your spine. It wasn't like you haven't felt it before, it just left your mind all fuzzy and your body completely still. It was like you were completely lost under his touch, even though he wasn't doing anything unusual yet but it was still enough to mess with your head.
You could still feel that bulge in his pants that was growing a little more hard as you both kept kissing each other. As much as you tried not to let it get out of hand, you just couldn't seem to refuse him. It was like your body craved him again as if last night wasn't enough for you. But if it did happen then you wouldn't know if you'd be focusing on the pleasure or just the fear of someone walking in as it happens.
Just then, you could feel his hands slide under your skirt slowly. Already intertwining his fingers to the waistband of your underwear. You could tell that he wanted you now but you weren't so sure that it was the right time to do so. Just as you said before, it was the middle of the day so everyone is walking around in the building. You knew something like this would happen ever since you asked him if he would accept the marriage that the council would arrange for him. You knew he was being serious about it, just by the feeling of his breathing getting heavy as he grows slowly impatient.
The feeling of his fingers getting closer to your heated core, leaving you in complete shock as he slightly moans during the kiss. His fingertips now softly stroking your clothed folds, already creating a damp spot through the thin fabric of your underwear. He was already turning you into a complete mess, you were panting as he was softly stroking you, the pads of his fingers moving up and down and circled your clit. You knew that you both shouldn't be doing this now but he was the one that was in control and if you both needed to stop you weren't sure if you wanted him to.
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He eventually broke the kiss so that the both of you could take a moment to breath properly since the both of you had been kissing for a long while. The movements of his fingers had also stopped, causing you to let out a little whine which he heard it loud and clear. He looked at you, just to make sure that you were okay but all he saw was pure lust in your eyes. The feeling of how you were gripping his shirt very tightly, begging him to keep touching you. He was seeing that your behavior was similar to last night, how you were desperately begging him to touch you again. "please gaara... Keep going" You said in a whining voice, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer to you for another kiss.
He removed his hands from underneath your skirt and they went back up to your waist. His hands were gentle and soft, as if you were the most precious and fragile thing that has ever existed. You were very much sure that it was him that got you all like this.
He just started touching you and then gradually stopped, causing you to whine and beg for him to keep going, it just felt as if he wanted you to beg for him, like he was teasing you for his own satisfaction, But that look on his face it was like he has his reason why he had stopped.
He was just looking at you, scrutinizing every detail on your face, making sure that this was what you wanted but all he saw was this desperate need in your eyes. The sounds of your whining for more touch, you just needed him again.
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He used a hand to push the stacks of papers which caused them to scatter all over the floor, and other objects that were in his way as well. And began to slowly push you backwards, laying your back on the surface of his desk. You still had your legs wrapped around his hips to keep them from hanging off the edge. Using your legs to pull him closer to you, forcing his erection to press against your clothed pussy so harshly. As you wrapped your arms around his neck for another breathtaking kiss.
He let out a breathy groan from the friction of pleasure as he grinded his hardened cock against you. But it only worked you up even more. It just made you more eager for him. "Gaara... I need you" Just the sight of how desperate you were for him, caused him to slightly chuckle but feel bad at the same time.
So his hands went back under your skirt, pushing your underwear to the side. And began to softly stroke your wet folds, and rubbed small circles around your clit. He only kept doing it for a short while until he was fully convinced that you were appropriately wet enough for him to do anything else. He slowly inserted a finger into your warm wetness as he looks up at you to see any sort of discomfort on your face. But all he saw was how red your face was, how your lips parted from the steady pace his finger was going in.
It was sort of humorous for him to watch that you were trying your best to hide your reactions, by covering your eyes with your forearm as a way to avoid eye contact with him while his finger rubs gently and slowly on your sensitive insides and his thumb was pleasuring your clit.
The feeling of how your plush walls were wrapped around his finger so tightly. How your juices started to soak his knuckles as his finger slowly settled a steady pace that didn't hurt you. You were indeed getting wetter still, you just needed him again and you were beginning to grow tired of waiting. "G-gaara please... I need you now" You said in a pleading voice as you reached down and tugged on the buckle of his pants.
He sighed, as he slowly removed his finger from your wet heat. and began to unbuckle his pants, pulling down his boxers and letting his painfully hard cock be free from its clothing, already seeing his pre-cum leaking from the tip. He stroked himself a few times before lining it up to your aching hole. You already had that same flutter in your stomach, the same exact fluttering sensation you felt before it happens like the first time you both had done it.
He positioned the head of his cock at your wet entrance, looking at you to see if you had any second thoughts before he starts, because he doesn't want to start not knowing that you weren't ready anymore. He was only seeing your chest breathing heavily, and your eyes were fixed down at gaara's hand that was holding his veiny dick. You looked up at him, wondering why he hasn't started yet. But you knew why he was being hesitant, he was making sure your consent was correct, that you actually wanted it.
"Y/n are you ready?" Asking in a soothing voice, waiting for a response which actually didn't take that long since you responded with an eager nod. "Yes gaara, I'm ready" you responded as you repositioned yourself to get more comfortable on the rough surface of his desk; with your legs still firmly around his waist, locking your ankles together to prevent them from sliding down.
He nodded and focused down at your little entrance that was beginning to stretch while he pushes himself inside you with ease. Witnessing his pink sensitive tip disappearing into your wet hole. You arched your back as his tip had already made it past your wet opening. Already feeling the short numbing pleasure as he enters inside your warm walls. But you felt that he stopped halfway since he thought he was hurting you.
Seeing that your mouth was being covered by your hands and your eyes started to water as you closed them shut. But it took him a second to realize that you were just trying your best to suppress your moans.
But all that came out were just small whimpers and sighs of pleasure. So when he was sure that you were fine, so he continued on pushing the rest of his length inside your warmth. Causing him to let out a small grunt as he was now fully inside you. Letting you catch your breath before he was going to do anything else, you were really trying your best to keep quiet since it was the middle of the fucking day and you didn't want to attract attention from others who are walking in the hallway.
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He placed his hands on his desk, his upper half hovering over you where his face was nearly close to yours. His messy red hair now damp with his sweat as he slowly began to rock his hips into yours, already finding a steady pace that pleasured the both of you.
He started nice and slow because he didn't want you making any noises other than the muffled moans you were making from his long thrusts. You just felt like screaming from the top of your lungs when his tip started to brush against one of your sweet spots. But you knew that you both would get caught if you made a moan that echoed across the room.
You had one hand covering your mouth and the other was to grab basically anything that was closest to you, which happened to be one of gaara's arm sleeves. He couldn't help but smile softly, seeing the way you crumble apart underneath him, seeing little tears prickling in your eyes as your cheeks were flushed with red, in his eyes you just looked so cute being all flustered like this, to the point you couldn't even make eye contact with him. It just felt like you were losing yourself at each thrust from gaara.
Your eyes were completely shut due to the high pleasure he was giving you, but you knew that you started to feel his hands over your stomach, trailing them up to your neck but he never slowed his pace. So you slowly opened your eyes to see what he was doing, and suddenly you just froze with your eyes just staring down at his hands as they progressively move downwards. Was he... Was he trying to get your completely naked in his office right now?
Already seeing your bare chest as he continues to unbutton your shirt. You didn't even know how to respond to this. You were just laying there motionless, watching him as he exposes your upper half. Making you feel a little more vulnerable, all what was left was your bra but he just decided to leave it on.
"I just thought that you might be a little hot, since your kinda sweating a bit and we have been at it for almost ten minutes." He said with a reassuring look on his face as he begins to look away since he might've thought that you were uncomfortable with him looking at you in this position you were currently in. You couldn't help but blush at his kind gesture, letting out a small laugh between the heavy breathing and tiny moans you were making.
"Well thank you gaara, it was very nice of you." You said as you tried to get gaara to look at you again. Your hands moving up to his face, cupping his cheeks and forcing him to look at you. His seafoam eyes now looking down into yours, bringing him down to kiss you. The feeling his soft lips dancing around with yours was just one of the best things you started to love doing with him.
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Just then, you could feel his dick starting to twitch as he began to fasten his pace. You knew that he was beginning to feel how your walls started to tighten around him. He broke the kiss and closed his eyes very harshly, preparing for his release that wasn't going to take much time on waiting. Your hands gripping his shoulders, while he firmly holds onto your small waist to prevent any movement from you. He knew that he was close, and that you were too.
Feeling that churning sensation in his lower abdomen that signaled to him that he would not last much longer. He had something to tell you but he didn't have the words to express to you on how he felt. So he just said whatever came to mind, "y/n, do you.... Do you love me?" He asked as he slowly made eye contact with you in the most awkwardly way.
Your mind was hazy and you indeed loved him with all your heart, finding the right words in your head to find the perfect response. "Yes gaara, I love you. Why do you ask?" you said so curiously, looking at him in a confused look on your face. He didn't know what to say next, but that question that he still hasn't asked you yet, his mind was racing and his heartbeat pulsing quickly in his chest. You were right there, he couldn't dare to lose the opportunity to ask the question that was beginning to taunt him if he didn't ask you now.
"Y/n..." He said so softly, which was enough to pull your attention to his flustered face. "Gaara, is there something you need to tell me?" you asked with a confused tone in your voice, you were obviously starting to get worried about him. "Y/n, if you truly love me then.... B-be my wife.... Live the rest of your life with me" He said with a hesitant voice, seeing the look on your face when he finally said what he had been wanting to ask you.
"Be the mothe-- mother of my child, y/n" He said in a soothing voice as he was seeing a different kind of tears rushing from your eyes. His gaze trailing down to your stomach that was dripping from your sweat. One of his hands gently rubbing it as he was already picturing your little tummy swollen with his child.
Your heart was aching, as if it was on fire. And that flutter in your stomach seemed to grow more and more. Did he...just ask you to marry him?! Like just now?? You couldn't think straight because of his question that was now replaying in your head. You really didn't know how to respond to such question, he began to notice that you were extremely quiet, with no response. And was beginning to over think was he just asked you just now. He didn't know what to say next but he was starting to feel your soft walls clench around him as your grip on his shirt tightened. Which his release came right after, hot streaks of cum coating your insides white.
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You both caught your breaths, as both your bodies slowly started to calm down. But gaara didn't seem to move off of you just yet, it looked as if he was still waiting for your response. Looking into your eyes that were soaked from the amount of crying for the past fifteen minutes, your face flushed with red. He tucked some of your hair behind your ear to get a more clear view of your face.
"Well y/n, what do you say?" He asked with a smile on his face.
"Will you be my wife?"
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Pretty please, the black parade Opinions
several people have said they want to hear my opinions on this which is pleasantly surprising!! so, i love every song on this album to death, and due to procrastination on having to pick something for the lowest spot, i decided to start with the Best one. also this took rlly long because i ended up re-listening to the whole album, whoops
1: Mama
cmon. fucking cmon. does this genuinely need to be defended like at all. this entire song altered my brain for real. the circusy music vibes?? the fucked up lyrics?? the emotions??? you should have raised a baby girl i should have been a better son?? perfection. 10000/10. fight me
2: House of Wolves
there is just so much stuff in this song, and it's all immaculate. from start to end you've got the most sound per sound you can possibly get, in the best way. AND!!! fucking AND!! it's got villain song vibes. 11/10 what more could you want
3: Famous Last Words
*choking back unspeakable emotions* yeah it's fine i guess
(11/10)
4: Dead!
this is partly so high because it's also got that great concentration of most sound per sound, but also for the sheer upbeat energy of such a macabre premise. i'm a sucker for that!!! also, it is a Blorbo Song. i have assigned it to an OC who is very dear to me and that boosts it up. (Hey. i said this would be biased). also the unhinged energies near the end are just the best <3 10/10
5: Welcome To The Black Parade
it's the album's namesake. it changes your brainwaves forever. it's vibes are impossible to replicate. even my parents know every word. i couldn't not put it in the top 5. caaaaaarrrryyyyyyy oooonnn-- 10/10
6: Kill All Your Friends
ah. we've come to the one I can't play in the car because of how concerning the lyrics are to my mother. look,,, i am a basic bitch. i hear a song that's upbeat and tragic and i love it!!! it's also got that nice sound-per-sound quality again. black parade songs in general are good at that. 10/10
7: This Is How I Disappear
it's angsty. it's angry. it lets you scream "FUCK" really loudly. it lets the writer brain run wild. it sounds deeply, deeply haunted. there's 38 seconds of guitar before you get a single word. it's perfect. 10/10
8: The Sharpest Lives
10/10. theres a place in the dark where the animals go you can take off your skin in the cannibal glow juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands romeo
9: My Way Home Is Through You
we're back at soooo much sound per sound!!! this one is more raw and angry and i love it for that. it does something to my brain i dont even know what but it just does. it's Also a blorbo song too. 10/10
10: Heaven Help Us
i've probably actually listened to this one the least, but that's because it literally overwhelms me to listen to for more than a few times in the row. istg it's a religious experience. 9/10
11: Teenagers
i sing this one in the car with my dad very very loudly :D it's a funky funky tune, it doesn't really give quite the same vibes as the rest of the album but I really like it! 8/10
12: The End.
i think it's integral to the Dead! experience!!!! that's why it's higher than some of the others that i actually liked a bit better. if you haven't listened to these songs back to back (The End. coming first) then you have not lived. but on its own, i really mostly like the part from "when i grow up i want to be nothing at all" -> onwards. 7/10
13: Sleep
i have. zero thoughts. not a single coherent thought about this song. it is just,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, skjdfkdgjskda.sfdsdf. to be clear the lack of thoughts isnt "oh its fine i guess :/" it's "i am physically incapable of getting my emotions into a coherent order over this" lol. 8/10
14: Disenchanted
really good!!!!!!!!! but I'm not a huge fan of the really calm opening or the way he sings at the very very start. however it gets really, like.... hypnotizing? after that, and then really powerful, and i just. <3 <3 <3 absolute solid 8/10 song that i still VERY MUCH enjoy despite it being all the way at 15 on this list skhfksdkjf. (Tho... A Secret.... i had a bit of an enemies to lovers arc with this one. i used to dislike it.) 8/10
15: I Don't Love You
a good song but not one i'd listen to for hours on repeat like some of the others. I think it's got some REALLY banger moments but it could have been More bangery, you know?? still a solid 7/10 though
16: Blood
another funky one!!!!!! it's really fun and makes me laugh a bit, especially "i'm such an awful FUUUUUUUCK!!". however (and i know this is bc it's a hidden track but still) i can't stand the minute of silence at the start skjdfhksdjf, i like to loop my songs for constant Noises and i can't do it w/this one. 6.5/10 again
17: Cancer
objectively it's a good song but for subject matter reasons it tends to make me very very sad, so it's a lower one on the list. nothing against the song though it's so good but it genuinely makes me close to crying lmao. so i don't listen to it very much at all. 6/10
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and that has been Black Parade Opinions with Nico!!! if anyone bothers me some more i will do the sweet revenge, conventional weapons & danger days opinions as well
(i,,,, have not listened to bullets. whoops)
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randynova · 3 years
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How did Douma meet Peteal? What gave me to understand that Peteal was a Demon Slayer
Great question, anon! I wanted to put it in an earlier post but I felt like I was already rambling for far too long. I already infodump enough as it is lol.
Spoiler Warning!! Includes info from the manga!!
Doma meets his petal in the Red Light District, the place of lust and greed. The same way he met Daki and Gyutaro. Except, you know, when she's not on the verge of death.
You were not a demon slayer, but a prostitute who was rising up in the town. Sort of.
As if it were the retelling of a fairytale, where the two protagonists cross paths and fall in love at first sight, your fates were forever intertwined. Except, he chose for you.
(Why does he wazzup?? Why?? Old man-)
Let me set the scene.
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Doma takes small walks in the terrain of the mountains, mainly to clear his mind and take a breather from his life as a cult leader, As much as he enjoyed the lavish life, it could get tiresome and annoying with the charade he has to put up.
Lately, that's how he finds himself. He has a life most people dream of: getting worshipped like a god, having servants at his beck and call, the finest meat, vegetables and fabrics Japan has to offer, and men and women who are more than willing to offer their bodies to pleasure their leader.
He couldn't help but feel something was missing.
But just what was he missing?
He comes across the Red Light district, having a festival. The golden lights of the town were blinding, the ever-moving crowd as they walked, and the chatter of people and tune of music were deafening. It's been centuries since he came to the town and with the smell of sake and smoke in the air, he remembered why. The scent itself was enough to make him a bit nauseous. Not to mention the countless men hungrily prowling the street to scoop a girl, it annoyed him. Both threw him off guard and distracted him, keeping him from his mission to find a suitable human who’s willing to submit to him.
He almost left.
Almost.
Yet, it wouldn't hurt to look around and find a human to eat, right? No, it wouldn't hurt. He needs to remain strong and healthy after all. He wouldn't want to disappoint master Muzan afterall.
Doma walked around the stalls, the bustling streets parting ways for him. When one first sets eyes on Doma, they can’t help but take a second glance at him. The man himself was a walking Greek statue, sculpted by the hands of a hundred talented artists who put their sweat and blood into making every curve perfect, blessed by the beauty of God himself. That is, if he believed in God. 
Many courtesans approached him, but the moment he smiled, baring his sharp fangs, they looked away or became paralyzed in their spot. The demon couldn’t help but giggle watching the fear wash over their face as they took a good look at him.
Pathetic, he thought. So goddamn pathetic.
It's been about an hour since his arrival and he has yet to find a suitable meal. Every courtesan had smelt rotten and sour, a lingering scent from the men they had been with. It wouldn't be a problem if they waited at least a day for the smell to disappear, but their work demanded for their body. Doma visibly deflated and decided then and there that the next girl he came across would have to do.
He's tired of waiting.
The gentle strings of a koto reach his ears, every twang lulling him. He turns his head and freezes, his smile slowly falling, his hollow heart beating like a thousand drums in his chest. The people around stare in awe alongside him, seemingly in a trance, lost as they listen to the melody.
There you are, sitting on your knees in your pale pink kimono, the blooming flower pattern crossing over your right shoulder and wrapping around your body as it led to your thighs. Your hair was in its natural state, a huge contrast to the many women who held it up in the traditional hisashi-gami style. Though, it only made you seem even more ethereal. The demon seem mesmerized with the movement of your fingers, almost dancing across the wood as you plucked the strings, threads snapping back into place until you needed them again.
A dance between flesh and thread, the most beautiful thing a human can create.
It was such a huge difference to the sneers and cries of the people, the music that only served to stimulate the soul to give in to their lust – why hadn't he heard this before? Why?
Only when the song ended, everyone came back to reality and once again, the voices and music of the festival filled the air. Doma stayed silent, still focused on you, watching as many men raced to the front of the porch, animatedly chatting with the man beside you.
Doma walked to the front, pushing past the older men. They opened their mouths, fists raised, about to yell at him until they saw his daunting stature, his sharp teeth, and unusual eyes. They stepped back, both seething in anger and wilting in fear.
"Ah, you're so beautiful, miss! Such a wonderful song you played!" Doma cheered, speaking directly to you instead of the male beside you. You looked up and smiled, but you stiffened. You could feel the heat creeping up onto your cheeks, the tips of your ears burning, eyes widening slowly. No one really talked to you, they only addressed you when they called you to follow their orders. This... was different.
"Miss?" The handsome man waited patiently for your answer and you couldn't help but take in his appearance. His long pale, golden locks fell behind him like a waterfall made of sunlight, his eyes having the vibrant rainbow after a storm trapped in them, and a smile full of sharp canines that reminded you of your kitten back at home. The red and black long-sleeve tightly hugged his taut, lean form, accentuating his bulging muscles. Though his pants flowed freely, you didn't miss the way the light breeze pulled at his thick legs. Skin as pale as snow on a winter night, it seemed to glow under the moonlight and flames of the lanterns, giving him the aura of a god from a fairytale.
"Excuse me," the man beside you spoke. Doma turned his head and met the intense icy glare of your brother. Upon fully seeing the demon's face, his features almost darkened up. With a tight-lipped smile, he spoke, "Unless you're bidding, I suggest you leave so other men can have a chance. You know how the ceremony works."
The demon stayed quiet as he processed the words. It's been awhile since someone spoke so lowly to him; it almost reminded him of his youth. His smile fell whilst he tilted his head."'Paying..?'" He asked.
Why would he....?
His brows raised in realization and he broke into a smile once again. "Ah, yes! Of course!" Doma reached into his pocket, pulling out a small leather pouch. Reaching in, he pulled out a golden necklace with glimmering diamonds attached to the small yellow threads, and held it up in the air.
Everyone stared in awe at the sight of such a beautiful jewelry piece. No patron has ever offered accessories as grand as this one, let alone so easily. Your brother couldn't help but start beaming with greed, the sight of such jewelry being worth more than what any patron can offer him.
Which meant his vision for a future of wealth for the household is much closer than he thought.
However, his gaze shifted back to the leather pouch in the man's hand and he noticed it seemed awfully full for such a small bag, almost bursting at the seams. If anything, deflowering a girl is worth at least all the jewelry the demon carried. Perhaps more.
Your brother snapped out of his own trance and chuckled. "This is Mizuage. A girl's virginity is worth more than one piece of jewelry, sir. If you may, please step to the side and allow other patrons to place their bid."
Doma froze, eyes widening as his cheeks were dusted with a bright pink.
Mizuage. No wonder so many men are gathering around the house like hungry dogs prowling a corpse. The chance to take advantage of a celebration for a woman's virginity is like throwing a million golden coins in a street of beggars - an opportunity too grand to pass up. An opportunity Doma always had the privilege to take first.
His cult followers were nothing but disposable, offering their minds and bodies to the demon. He's had his fair share of deflowering people, and knows exactly how to make them tick. He also has the knowledge of how to manipulate the situation to his advantage.
A dark chuckle ripples through the air and Doma beams, taking a step towards the porch and leaning in close to the man beside you. He practically sneers yet, with his gleeful tone, it sounds no different than his up-beat voice, "My mistake. I truly thought a part of my offering was more than enough to outbid any of these pathetic men's money. I can assure you, young man, not even the old geezer has enough to outbid what I'm offering right now."
The old men scowled at Doma's words while the man merely forced out an awkward chuckle. He gave a short hum and closed his eyes, holding his hand out, "You seem to be mistaken, sir. The wealthiest bidder hasn't even arrived yet and I know he can offer more money than this jewelry is worth. As mentioned before – please step aside and let other customers place in their bids."
Doma narrowed his eyes. "Then what would be the appropriate amount to outbid him?"
"Hmm, perhaps that pouch of yours would be enough. Unless you're having second thoughts, then, I believe you can look for business elsewhere. You're wasting my time."
How irritating. "No, no, I believe that's a fair price," Doma hisses with a sickly sweet tone, fighting every single fiber inside his body to tear the man apart, limb from limb for simply speaking to him like that. He takes a deep breath and chuckles, "As requested, the bag is yours."
Doma raises his hand and drops the leather bag in your brother's hand. "I'll take the girl now, if you don't mind. I don't want to leave you with the task of delivering her to the room – I don't trust you not run off with my payment."
Ignoring Doma's crude and curt answer, your brother happily opened the bag and took a peek inside. He grinned and motioned towards the house behind him. "Thank you. Glad to do business with you, sir."
"Likewise."
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The air was tense, thick enough to suffocate you. The man from before sat across from you, smiling and humming in content.
You sat on your knees, gripping the fabric tightly, your knuckles turned pale, shaking as you avoided his gaze. A warm chuckle reached your ears, making goosebumps run up your arm, yet you refused to turn.
Before you knew it, he appeared in front of you. He cupped your cheek, gently turning you to him. He gave your a soft smile, one that made your hearts skip. God, he just had to taste you.
Doma's lips were like ice as they pressed against your mouth, his gentle yet cold touch as he slowly slipped the fabric from your shoulder, exposing your soft [S/T] skin. He took your bottom lip between his teeth, earning a whimper from the young woman.
As he pulled away, the demon couldn't help but take in the young girl's appearance. She couldn't be more than eighteen, perhaps nineteen. Fluttering eyes that looked at him with both fear and curiosity, parted and swollen lips with small quick breaths, shyly covering her chest - as if he hasn't seen it all before.
"Oh, miss, don't hide yourself," Doma purrs, pushing you back onto the plush blankets is the futon, following in suit and hovering over you. His hair fell and encased both of you in a golden waterfall, the yellow glow of the lantern shining over both of you. His palms were on either side of your head, and he began grind his throbbing shaft against your aching mound. Tilting his head, he took in the lewd sight.
You whimpered, batting your eyelashes, and clenching your thighs. He laughs, "You're beautiful. Please, let me show you how pretty you are. I promise I won't hurt you. " He balances himself on one hand and caresses your face with his knuckles, the cold feeling of his skin sending chills down your spine.
"I promise, I'll make this night worth remembering, one you never want to forget," He coos, wiping away a stray tear. "Let me take care of you."
As you gazed up at him, you still couldn’t ignore the uneasy feeling pooling in your stomach. "Promise?"
"I promise. Now, are you sure you want this? I want to make sure you're safe with this decision."
The uneasiness grew to be too much and you shook your head, pushing him away. "No, I-I don't. But... I- I need to do this, or else my brother will get upset with me. Please, I..."
Doma stopped and sat up, staring in shock at you. Even though he lost his humanity long ago, the time for his desires could wait until later. Right now, you needed space as you tried to stifle your sobs and looked to the side, letting the tears fall to the floor.
You were nothing but a broken girl forced to live a cruel life, endure a terrible fate, only worsened by your beauty. The guilt and sympathy that bloomed seeing you like that, only confirmed that the demon was going soft. But that didn’t scare him.
Though he remained silent, Doma made it his mission to protect you for the time being. As well as make sure that you would remain pure for the rest of your short, pathetic life.
At least, until you were his.
Right now, it was too soon.
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From that night, Doma spent most of his time watching you. He couldn't place his finger on it, the way you made him feel is different, yet he couldn't understand why.
He sent his male followers to the Red Light District, ordering them to buy your time for as long as possible and make sure no other man got you.
And by God, they made sure they were your primary customers.
Every piece of jewelry or money given to him was used to buy you, ensuring you remained pure and untouched. Not that you minded. His followers followed their mission through and through.
None of them were allowed to touch you and if they did, he'd kill them before the sun even rose. The last time someone tried was before his arriving time and went he entered the room, he found the man hovering over you, your cries and pleads to stop being ignored as they hastily ripped apart your clothing. He almost faltered and revealed his true colors.
Never have you seen the mam move so fast. He tore off the man and dragged him outside as he begged for mercy, only to return a few minutes later smelling like copper, smiling like if nothing had happened. You didn’t dare ask, however, not wanting to know as you saw the burning anger in his eyes before it dispersed into the usual bright and joyful look you were used to. The uneasiness only amplified that day.
His hollow heart seemed to beat and race around you. The way you smiled with such warmth and gentleness made him grin, a mellow feeling filling him as he heard your mirthful laughter. He found himself enjoying his time with you and never wanted the night to end.
Doma just wanted to be by your side, an action that surprised himself. It irritated him to no end that he couldn't be with you during the day, only being able to come at night.
When the sun began to rise, he wanted to scream and curse at the sky, at mother nature. But he knew he'd return hours later, he just wished it never had to end.
Every sweet compliment that rolled of his tongue had you swaying, falling a little deeper into the pool of passion every time. Every gift he brought you, it seemed like a dream with how luxurious they appeared. He outbid every man at night and soon, he took up most of your time, not allowing anyone else to have you. Every action pulled you in.
Soon, you found yourself happily waiting for his return every night. Upon his insistence, you wore the pink petal kimono every night, making sure the following morning you washed and dried it to be presentable.
Doma never felt so at peace before. So happy. You brought him that and he wasn't about to let that go.
Not over his dead body.
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"What...?"
"My brother found a wealthy suitor who is willing to marry me...," you whisper with a hoarse tone, throat raw from the hours of crying. "He... He lost all the money you paid in gambling, and-and put our household deep into debt. The man is willing to pay them all off if I become his wife."
Doma's smile slowly fell and his gaze turned dark. All the money he invested, gone in the blink of an eye, and now he was going to lose you – all because of the stupid, pathetic actions of your irresponsible brother. Yet, he couldn't stop the question slipping from his mouth, the ache in his chest blooming as he processed the information.
"Who... Who is he...?"
"A-A wealthy merchant. Despite his old age, he has a few wives and children already, but I will be the youngest now." Burying your face into your hands, avoiding his intense expression, you weakly weep, "But, Doma, you have to understand, he offered enough money to get us out of our debt and to set us for life! What choice do I have?!"
Your words fell on deaf ears as they went in one ear and went out the other. His nose twitched and the tips of his fingers tingle. The ringing seemed was so loud, he just couldn't focus on anything said afterwards. Seeing your tears cascading down your cheeks as you tried to explain, hearing the white noise of your broken sobs wracking your body, it filled him with absolute fury.
The thought of someone even touching what was his, it boiled his blood. Even Satan himself could not rival the wrath bubbling inside him. It took everything in him to not explode and go to your household, just to curse at your brother and rip his head off his body, smashing it to smithereens. Oh he was just so tempted to, too.
Doma reached out and wrapped his arms around you, bringing you close, and tucking your head under his chin. He put his hand on the small of your back and began stroking your hair.
When all of this was over, he'd deal with your incompetent brother personally. Doma will make sure that he suffers in his last moments and make it last for hours.
He waited until you calmed down, waited until your cries became nothing more than sniffles, and he grasped you chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him. Oh the sight of his dear beloved being so upset tugged at heartstrings. He spoke in a soft, soothing tone, offering you an opportunity you just couldn’t refuse.
Doma offered you a life outside of this dark, cruel city. He offered you freedom, a chance to leave the twisted fate you were forced to live in for years - a new home. And like a fool, desperate to escape, you took his hand and ran.
You left without a second glance, carried like a doll in Doma's arms into the darkness of the night. Through it all, sweet promises were made, one strategy seemed too good to be true.
Your family, for once, couldn't make you the scapegoat to clean up their problems.
Finally, you were free.
However, when you arrived in a small shack in the inner mountains, did you realize your mistake.
Only when the door shut and chains were locked did the situation finally dawn on you.
Doma promised to make you his and like a hungry wolf finally meeting his prey, he towered over you and made his mark, pronouncing you to be his new beloved.
He didn't let you leave.
He threatened you that if you even step foot outside the shack, he'll know. If you try to escape, he'll punish you. But if you tried moving on from him, he'll kill them.
Leaving was never a choice nor a possibility.
Doma called you petal, a term of endearment for him, a reminder of the pattern of your kimino that you wore the night you met. The countless petals that littered the fabric, he found the name perfect for you. " 'Petal'? Yes, I think that fits you so well, my beloved. My pretty petal... I like the sound of that!"
Yet, you could only see it as the night your life took a turn for the worse, meeting the demon who tricked you with his sweet words of a better life. He was so handsome, how could you not accept his proposal of buying you for a night? Like a stupid little girl, you thought you were getting your happy ending and finally getting rid of the chains you that were forced upon on you for years.
But now? You weren't in chains or a cell, you were in your own personal hell.
And the devil who made it a reality made you his lover.
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Now that Doma has you, he won't let you leave.
He won't let you go.
And most certainly, he won't let you love anyone else.
Only him. He will be the only man you love.
If he has to kill the world to make sure of it, he will.
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©𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 || 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 || 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 .
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A.N. :Genuinely don't know why most of my Petal drafts aren't posted if they're finished. Until I realized they needed editing lol.
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smurphyse · 2 years
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Smurph's Masterlist
Part 8 of The Arrangement
Pairing: Loki Odinson x Adora of Alfheim (Arranged Marriage AU)
Word count: 5667
Warnings: Mentions of masturbation, Loki lusting after his bride lol
Summary: As the days pass, Loki and Adora grow more comfortable with one another. Adora makes a decision about Milja's future, and Loki makes Adora a proposition.
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Adora balanced Milja on her lap, coaxing bites of food into her while she played with Prince Stuffy, reading a book over her shoulder. She loved the damned plushie and had carried it with her everywhere since Hela gave it to her a few days ago, much to Adora’s disdain. 
She could sense the seidr coming from the toy. Unable to tell if it was leftover from its creation or if some spell had been cast on it, Adora couldn't bring herself to take it away from Milja. It hadn't brought any harm to her, so she decided to let her keep it for now, but she found herself studying the toy whenever Milja went to sleep.
Four days had passed since she arrived in Asgard. Four long days of parties and feasts and meetings in between. Adora knew Loki was trying to keep her busy by having her redesign her wedding dress, but she didn't mind. It was keeping her thoughts off their impending marriage and the feasts at night. 
She was growing a bit more comfortable with the people around her, though she had noticed Loki’s change in behavior to her. He presented only the best manners around her now, never allowed anyone to touch her unless she made the first move, coolly intervening and putting himself in the line of fire when a stray hand made its way toward her. He even started complimenting her on her dresses, remarking on the stitchwork, but she never told him they were made by her own hand. 
His gifts had changed from gaudy jewelry to delicate trinkets and large floral displays, much more to Adora’s taste. So far he had presented her with hand carved paint brushes and canvases in all shapes and sizes, supplies for embroidery created with thought and care in almost too many colors to ever use, and some dress forms that were somehow perfectly in her and Milja’s sizes.
Wylen had been deeply annoyed when he saw the Ahava necklace Loki had given her, both with Loki's lack of knowledge of their customs and that Adora found it amusing to be given such a gift and had kept it. 
He grumbled that Loki had better not get her pregnant, and that the thought of having him as a permanent son-in-law was less appealing than being set upon by wild dogs. Adora agreed quietly that she had no intention of doing so, and for him to keep his feelings to himself, and he'd begrudgingly agreed as well. 
She was working through the copy of Tristan and Isolde that Loki had let her take from the tunnels, keeping one eye on Milja playing with the toy. They sat in the veranda next to the Sea of Space while Odin, Frigga, and Wylen went over more terms of their marriage contract. 
The breeze from the Sea brought along with it the scent of saltwater and a cool mist on the hot morning. Adora liked that about Asgard, that even in the hottest heat of summer a cool breeze would flow through the realm and create the perfect climate to enjoy oneself in. Unlike Alfheim, it didn’t have different seasons in different parts of the realm where one could be in a desert one mile and an arctic landscape the next.
"There's also the adoption of Milja to be considered," Odin said, catching Adora’s ear and making her look up from the book. 
She snapped it shut, and all eyes turned to her as she set it down. "I was under the impression that Loki would have nothing to do with Milja’s upbringing."
"With the threat to your line under Vanaheim's advancements to your territory, I wanted to explore it," Odin explained calmly, but both Wylen and Adora stiffened, making quick eye contact before looking back to him. "Milja is the future of the Ljósálfar, as are you, and keeping her safe is of top priority."
"I mean no offense when I say this, Odin," Wylen said sternly, his jaw set tightly. "But your son has no business making decisions for my granddaughter."
"He'll have no control over Adora’s choices on how to raise her," Frigga insisted, flashing Adora what she knew to be an attempting smile to comfort her, but it did nothing. "You'll make each and every decision. We want you and Milja to be protected, and with the weight of two monarchies and their armies, she'll be safer."
"Your son knows nothing about the Ljósálfar or Alfheim’s attempts at reinstating them as a head of power. He hardly knows anything about his own ancestry as a Fr-," Adora began, but Odin waved a hand. 
"The boy thinks he needs to know everything but he doesn't. My son, as intelligent and battle-hardened as he is, knows little about creating and maintaining relationships. His adoption of Milja will be in name only, as she will be raised here, and will only publicly solidify this alliance further and confirm the rumors that Milja is his child."
Adora thought about this as her father glared at Odin. She chewed on her bottom lip, nodding to let them know she was mulling it over. 
With Milja claimed by the Prince of Asgard, she would be safer than as an unclaimed bastard with no confirmation as to who her father was. Adora never wanted to tell anyone who her real father was. Only Wylen and Adora knew the truth surrounding Milja’s conception, not even Odin had been informed of that information, but she knew he had his suspicions.
“I want it in explicit writing,” Adora decided, “and Loki has to agree to this as well. It’s not exactly fair to spring on him that he’s adopted a child without his knowledge.”
“Where is your son, anyway, Odin?” Wylen asked slyly, earning an unamused glance from Adora. “Do any of your children attend these meetings or is it just mine?”
“In the mornings, Loki and Thor swim the Sea of Space as part of their exercise routines. Hela usually does hers in the Training Halls.” Frigga sat up straighter, prouder as she spoke of her children, and Adora smiled to herself at the sight. 
She remembered from her childhood that Frigga was a fiercely protective mother, just like Adora’s mother Ismene had been. The two of them used to sit and watch them play, bragging about their respective babies and their accomplishments even though Adora, Loki, and Thor had only been around eight years old the first time they met. 
Unlike now, Loki and Thor’s hair had always been cropped short, the handful of times they’d come to Alfheim sticking out like a sore thumb in her memories. Some eight hundred years after they’d first met, Adora had been unable to recognize them on her first trip to Asgard with their long hair and intricate braids. 
Back then, Loki had enjoyed wearing his hair with a few Rune-etched beads at the ends of his braids, and Adora had always thought him beautiful like that. She’d gravitated toward him for dances, with his pale skin and bright eyes, his lithe body had carried her away into the night on many occasions, but they never spoke then as they had as children, when things were a bit more carefree and light.
Adora wondered idly, not for the first time since coming back to Asgard, if Loki remembered that he had been her first kiss, that she had been his. In her mother’s gardens, some fifteen hundred years before. 
It was lightning fast, Adora’s bravery stronger then than it was now, and she’d pressed her lips to his with her eyes clamped shut. Loki’s went wide as saucers, but he’d kissed her back, and she’d run off into the gardens without so much as a glance back at him, her face alight with childhood exploration and excitement. 
It was all so long ago, and Adora remembered that day fondly. It was one of the reasons she’d agreed to this union in the first place. Her childhood heart held a kind place for Loki Odinson, for the memory of the children they both used to be before her family’s demise and she’d had to grow up so fast… it was things like that she held onto the tightest in her memories.
“The Sea was perfect this morning!” Thor boomed as he approached, Loki trailing quickly behind him. They both stood proud and tall as they interrupted the contract meeting they had likely not been invited to, as Odin seemed intent on keeping Loki out of as much of it as possible. 
“We went all the way out to the Bifrost and back,” Loki grinned, clapping Thor on the shoulder. “Tried to spook Heimdall, but he spotted us before we could, the bastard.” 
“Loki, watch your tongue,” Frigga scolded him. Loki made an apologetic face, glanced over to Milja then to her. He grinned at Adora as he followed Thor onto the veranda. 
His hair was wet, trailing water along the shoulders of his casual morning clothing. He padded over to Adora and sat down next to her, keeping up the guise of their relationship for the servants and guards that ambled about the palace. The scent of the sea wafted from him, salt and cool water washing over Adora wonderfully as she gave him an awkward smile.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly as his arm draped across the back of the long curved couch they all sat on. It wrapped around the circular structure, light blue cushions built into the carved marble and complimenting the seafoam around them.
Milja jumped from Adora’s lap and grabbed the little plate of lemon bars she’d brought along for Milja to enjoy. They were her favorite, and back home on Alfheim Adora made a batch once a week just for her. 
She watched fondly as Milja made a lap around the veranda with the plate, first to Frigga and Odin, who took them politely, then to Wylen. Her father mussed the top of Milja’s head as he took one from the dish, placing a quick kiss to her cheek before she ran off toward Thor. 
“Thank you, little one,” he said sweetly, taking a big bite just for her. He moaned appreciatively and patted his belly, leaning forward to look at her with a grin. “Did you make these? They’re delicious!” 
“No, silly,” Milja giggled, her cheeks turning bright red. The girl had developed a little crush on Thor since coming here. 
His visits to their chamber before bed did little to help it, and Milja had begun insisting he tell her a story before she would even go to her room. Luckily Thor was a good storyteller and didn't seem to mind the fun uncle role he had been thrust into. 
She waited until he ate the whole thing, bouncing on her heels with glee as he grumbled happily with each bite. 
“Do you like it?” she asked, her eyes wide as she watched him lick the crumbs from his fingers. 
“I sure do,” Thor told her, and Milja glanced back at Adora with a grin, which she happily returned. “Where did you get these?”
“Mommy made them!”
“Your mommy is very talented, little one, just like you,” Thor chuckled, and he poked her little belly with his large finger. Milja laughed and pulled away from him, but she kept her full attention on Thor as Loki shifted awkwardly beside Adora.
“You know,” Thor whispered like it was a secret, and Milja leaned in to listen. “My brother loves sweets. I bet he’d really like to try one.”
Milja glanced over her shoulder at Loki, a little unsure. She hadn’t spent much time around him or spoken directly to him, and Loki had made little effort to bond with her. Part of Adora was glad, as she knew next to nothing of the Loki from now compared to years before. Another part grieved, as Adora would probably have to split her time between the two of them if Milja didn’t like him.
“Go on,” Thor insisted, waving his hands. Milja’s shoulders slumped a bit at his dismissal, but she ambled over to them slowly, holding the plate up to Loki. 
“Uh, thank you,” he murmured as he eyed the lemon bars suspiciously. He picked one up and inspected it before taking a bite, everyone around the veranda watching closely, just to see how this all panned out.
Loki’s eyes widened as he chewed, then his brow furrowed while he looked to Adora, “What is this?” 
“A lemon bar,” Adora chuckled, but Milja’s chin began to wobble as she saw the look on his face, assuming it to be bad. 
“You don’t like it?” Milja asked quietly. Loki’s eyebrows nearly flew to his hairline as he finished swallowing, so Adora took the plate from Milja, set it on the table and pulled her back onto her lap.
“It's wonderful,” he insisted, swallowing thickly and looking to Thor for help, but all he did was grin at his brother cheekily. Loki’s gaze came back to Milja, “Do you think your mommy would make me some?”
Milja brightened up immediately, nodding emphatically. Loki breathed a sigh of relief when she went back to playing with Prince Stuffy once more and everyone’s attention went back to one another. 
“You don’t have to eat them if you don’t like them,” Adora told him softly, leaning back against the cushion and watching him with a smile. 
“Oh, no,” he said quickly, waving the lemon bar. He took another bite and tried to whisper back, “These are fucking amazing, I’ll ea-.”
“Hey!” Milja grumbled, turning and giving Loki her best stink eye. “That’s a bad word!”
Adora turned away to laugh while Milja scared Loki straight, his eyes wide and nervous. Odin and Frigga chuckled while Wylen glared at Loki.
He gulped as he swallowed his bite, “My apologies, Princess, I won’t do it again.”
Milja went back to playing with the toy again, a frown set on her little face, “Not s’posed to say bad words, mommy says so.”
“Yes, Loki,” Thor laughed, clutching his stomach, “Mommy says so, don’t you ever listen?”
“Oh, be quiet,” Loki grumbled, crossing his arms and sinking lower into the cushion. After being scolded by a toddler, he didn’t say much for the rest of the morning, instead sitting close to Adora and pouting at being laughed at. 
He finished the lemon bar, though, and made sure to ask Milja before he took another. She begrudgingly said yes, but she was a good girl and handed it to him herself. 
Adora knew then that she was in for a handful with those two. Milja would either grow to like him, or make this very difficult for him. Adora knew which her father would prefer, but she wasn’t so sure what she wanted. 
Did she want Loki to have a relationship with her daughter? Thor she understood, he was playful and very good with her, but Loki seemed highly uncomfortable around the girl. If Milja was to grow up on Asgard and see Adora with Loki most of the time, would it be best if she grew to enjoy his company as well?
On the flip side, it would be easier to leave the less connections Milja had to this place. Adora planned to visit Alfheim often, ensuring that her daughter knew it to be her home as well. 
She just didn't know.  It seemed lately Adora didn't know a lot, and she didn't like that one bit.
Wylen took Milja from her as they left the veranda, chatting with Thor joyfully while Loki and Adora trailed behind. She didn’t miss the way Loki watched Thor and her father, a thinly veiled look of jealousy marring his features. Unfortunately, Adora knew he was never going to have a good relationship with Wylen. Her father resented him and his reputation far too much.
Adora took his hand, and he smiled at her as their fingers intertwined. Their pace slowed until Loki pulled her to a stop, and as soon as her father was out of sight he reached out and brushed back some of her hair.
“Something on your mind?” she asked gently, and he nodded.
Loki’s gaze trailed over her curls as he pushed them back again, lacing his fingers through her long locks and running his thumb over the ends. 
“Aela tells me the servants are…” Loki began. He swallowed thickly, running his hand through her hair again like focusing on it somehow made it easier for him to talk. “They’re gossiping about Thor going to your chambers late at night.”
“Are you asking me if I’m sleeping with your brother?” Adora asked with a smile, but Loki shrugged, looking away from her. “Loki, are you really asking me that?”
Loki scrunched up his face, still refusing to look at her, so she reached out and pulled his jaw until he looked down at her. He sighed heavily and tried to pull away, but Adora held him firm.
“I know you always liked him better than me, and it’s… obvious Milja does too,” he mumbled bitterly, “I know you need this alliance for your realm, and I would never hold it against you if you chose Thor instead.”
Adora couldn’t help but grin, and Loki’s brows furrowed as he frowned at her in return. “Loki, your father gave me the choice between you or Thor should either of you agree to an arranged marriage. I chose you, I wanted to marry you.”
“You did?” he asked, his voice raising a few octaves in surprise. “But the rumors…”
“I had hoped they were just rumors, and you’ve told me they are. I’m choosing to believe you.” 
“Oh,” he whispered, finally softening into her touch. Those damned brows of his came together again as his constant train of thought barreled to another question, “Why?”
Now it was Adora’s turn to look away, biting her bottom lip and dropping her hand from Loki. Loki chuckled and swept his arms around her waist and pulled her hips to his. He poked the tip of her nose with his as she tried to bite back her grin. 
“Adora…” he sing-songed, earning a laugh from her. The heat in her cheeks burned almost painfully. “You won’t tell your future husband why you want to marry him? Cruel, my dear.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she scolded him playfully, finally catching his eye. 
“Truly, what a cruel wife I’m about to have,” he tutted, shaking his head and sighing. “I shall know nothing of love and affection if we keep going like this.”
“Oh, Norns, you are so dramatic!” 
“Tell me, then!” 
Adora groaned, "I always liked you. You used to make me laugh when we were young, and you always danced with me when we came to visit."
“Those are very poor reasons,” Loki scoffed, “Thor’s much funnier than I am.”
“I think you give him too much credit because you love your big brother. I stand by what I said.”
Loki groaned in annoyance, glaring down at her as he tried to read her, but Adora knew she gave nothing away. 
“Adora!” a voice called, and Loki stepped quickly away from her as they spotted her father down the hall. “You’re going to be late if you don’t stop puttering around with him.”
“Coming!” Adora said back, feeling suddenly like the scolded teenager she never had the chance to be. Her face was hot as she and Loki shared a sneaky glance, sharply looking away before hurrying to follow their parents. 
“I don’t think your father likes me,” Loki whispered, blanching when Wylen shot him an annoyed glance over his shoulder.
“He doesn’t,” Adora admitted. She bumped him with her shoulder, smiling up at him in what she hoped was a reassuring face. “But I do.”
“I can live with that.”
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Loki was exhausted. 
He never realized how much Asgardians touched until he started intervening for Adora. It was a near constant threat. Whether it was a hand coming her way or a kiss from one of the many gentlemen who wanted to say they kissed a Fae, Loki was growing quickly tired of dodging them for her.
Keeping up this facade of interest in her and her culture was difficult. He didn’t actually want to know Adora, just wanted to know enough to win the bet, but luckily the more he learned about her the more his confidence grew that she was slowly falling for him. 
He started picking up on her tics the more comfortable she became with him. From the way her eyes widened and her jaw tightened when there was too much profanity being thrown around to the way she wrung her hands when she wanted to get away from someone, Loki found himself learning a lot about Adora of Alfheim.
She didn’t drink. Sure, she held onto whatever goblet was pushed in front of her, but she never took a sip of the wine or whiskey, opting instead for water when she thought nobody was looking. She didn’t eat meat, though he knew her to be a hunter, just pushed it around her plate enough to look like she was eating it. The only thing Loki saw her eat was vegetables, fruits, and greens, sometimes a sweet, but never more than one.
They were making their rounds at their seventh feast in as many days, Loki’s arm wrapped tightly around Adora’s waist and keeping her possessively close to ward off potential grabbing hands. She had stopped stiffening from his touch and instead leaned into it, her warmth melting through his dress robes. Loki found he enjoyed the way her skin felt against his, though he only truly felt it when they held hands.
Adora kept most of herself covered, albeit in tulle or lace, but she liked to leave much to the imagination. Her dresses gave away just enough to tantalize, usually with a dipping neckline or a slit up the thigh, and Loki was sneakily glad he was the only one who got to feel Adora’s body through her clothing.
She was curvy and soft, and from Loki’s tall vantage point he’d gotten more than one good glance down her dresses, nearly drooling at the thought of what her bosom might look like without the layers of chiffon covering them. Even though it would be for business, Loki looked forward to their consummation night, and had quite a few self-love sessions just thinking about what a handful of Adora’s backside might feel like in his palm.
The jagged scar on her back seemed to be the only imperfection on Adora’s small frame, and even that enticed him. He’d heard tales of Adora leading her armies into battle, but her quiet demeanor made him wonder if that was all they were. He made a mental note to get her into the training halls to see what she was capable of.
He was feeling quite content at the moment, licking his lips and watching Adora’s breasts bounce as she spoke animatedly to Thor about something Loki hadn’t bothered listening to. They were truly beautiful, and after a few drinks he found he wanted nothing more than to dive headfirst into them.
Loki cleared his throat and stood up straighter, trying to wave away the lust in his mind. It had been three weeks since he’d slept with anyone, a record for him. It was making him antsy, and as much as he loved the touch of his own hand, having someone to take frustrations out on was much more satisfying. 
Tearing his eyes from Adora’s ample cleavage, Loki caught the eye of her father. He shot daggers at Loki from his seat next to Odin, making Loki swallow thickly. He looked away and downed the rest of his goblet, which was quickly filled once more by a passing servant.
His head swam with the wine, his cheeks burning at Wylen’s obvious disapproval of him. He wanted the old man’s approval, if only to make this whole thing easier on himself. Clearly, Adora valued his opinion, and it would only be better for Loki if he was on Wylen’s good side.
"Loki!" a gentle voice came from behind, and Loki groaned. He and Adora turned to see Vali, his stupid golden hair shining under the candlelight. 
"Uncle," Loki said with a tight-lipped smile. He waved a hand to Adora, who tugged on her fingers as she usually did when introduced to new people. "Adora, this is my uncle Vali, my father's youngest brother."
"Princess Adora, it is truly an honor to meet you. Might I take your hand?" he asked politely, holding his palm out for her to take. The bastard, he always knew the proper customs for everyone he met. 
Adora brightened immediately, always relieved when someone asked permission before attempting to pull her into a crushing hug as Asgardians tended to do. 
"I remember you," she told him with a sad smile. "You were at my mother's and sisters' funeral."
Vali's face fell, but he took Adora’s hand and kissed her knuckles, promptly releasing her and taking a step away. "I miss your sisters and mother greatly. They were a joy to be around."
"As I recall, you used to follow Ade around like a lost puppy."
Loki had almost forgotten that, it was so long ago. Vali was only a little older than Hela, and Adora's eldest sister had been Hela's age. Loki, Thor, and Adora spent most of their time running together the few times they'd gone to Alfheim, but Vali had made many trips there just to visit Ade. 
His intention had been to marry her, and when she died Vali had gone away for a long time. When he came back some five hundred years later, he was different. He was still polite and kind, but his gaze wasn't quite as bright as it had been when Loki and Thor were children, and he could be much more blunt. 
Vali grinned sheepishly, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck. "Yes, she was a treasure, you look just like her. I understand your little one takes after you, but she has Loki's hair. Imagine my surprise when I received a letter from my brother detailing his secret granddaughter."
Adora's body turned to coiled steel, but she nodded stiffly. With Milja’s dark hair, she passed easily for Loki's child. He still had no idea who her real father was, and now that Loki thought about it, it never even occurred to him to ask. 
How had a man fathered a child with the heir to Alfheim and not marry Adora? How had she managed to have an unclaimed bastard when fathering one with a future queen was a surefire way to rise in status?
“Milja’s an angel,” Thor chuckled brightly. Loki knew his brother had grown fond of the little girl, but Loki still struggled. Milja didn’t seem to care for him, and Loki found earning her approval might be harder than gaining Wylen’s.
"With how Loki runs around, I'm honestly surprised Milja is his only child. The boy gets around with ease, from what I hear, the servants know more about his body than I’m sure is appropriate."
"You're supposed to be the nice one, uncle," Thor said sternly, giving Vali a hard look. "Adora doesn't want to hear about Loki's escapades."
"Five hundred years is a long time to be apart, no doubt you took lovers of your own?" Vali defended himself, turning to Adora.
Adora's face turned bright red, as it always did when the topic of sex was brought up. Loki wouldn't call her a prude, but it wasn't a subject she liked to listen to or talk about. Since her panic in her chambers over his sexual proclivities, Loki had done his best to keep the sex talk limited around her, which was harder to do with each passing glance down her dress.
"That's not really your business, it's it?" Loki snapped, noticing how Adora began to wring her hands again. "If you'll excuse us, I'd like to take a walk around the gardens with my fiance."
Vali politely stepped aside, letting Loki and Adora pass as he led her quickly from the Hall. He vaguely registered that she had to jog to keep up with his long strides, keeping his hand wrapped around her arm until they reached the hedges.
“Loki, you’re squeezing me,” Adora whined, pawing at his knuckles. Loki took his hand from her immediately, shame swelling in his belly as she rubbed her bicep and watched him closely.
“I’m sorry,” he said. Loki swiped a hand down his face before taking a big gulp of his wine. “I’m sorry about him, too. Vali can be… forward.”
“Sounds like someone else I know,” she mumbled. Wrapping her arms around her waist, Adora gazed off to the gardens, still uncomfortable with them being completely alone like they were out here. “Why did you bring me here?”
“I just wanted to get out of there for a while,” Loki confessed, setting his goblet on a nearby bench. “The more feasts we do the more real all of this gets, I suppose.”
“Feels less like a game the closer we are to marrying?” 
Her jaw was set tightly, her wide eyes alight with fire as she analyzed him. Loki cocked his head and nodded, “Yeah, exactly.”
Adora said nothing, simply turned and walked off toward the roses. Loki followed, catching up with her and stepping along the stone walkway in time with her small footsteps.
"I wanted to ask you something," he began, and Adora sighed, looking far away toward the city. 
"Who is Milja’s father?"
Loki murmured an agreement, and Adora sighed again. She wrung her hands together tightly, red patching along her skin as she rubbed her skin raw. Loki reached out and took her hand, giving her a reassuring smile, but Adora still seemed troubled. 
"How could he let someone else claim her, or let you slip away from him to do this all alone?"
"He's… irrelevant," she told him softly, her voice wavering as her eyes became wet and glossy. "I made a mistake, that's all."
"But you're a royal, you could have… taken care of the problem and nobody would have ever known."
"Milja was not the mistake," Adora snarled, yanking her hand from his and taking a step back from him. "She was a gift, is a gift. She's the only reason I'm still standing."
"Okay," Loki tried to soothe. He held up his palms in defense of himself, and Adora softened a bit, but she still eyed him warily. "He was the mistake, I didn't mean any offense."
"Loki," Adora groaned, wrapping her arms around her waist once more and gazing off again at the far away city. "When I say I am inexperienced… I meant it. I've had exactly one sexual encounter in my life and I'd sooner forget it ever happened."
Loki's brows raised in surprise, "You've only had sex once?"
Adora's cheeks burned, and she watched him hesitantly before nodding. "I was fully committed to the idea of waiting for marriage, as I have been running my realm for most of my life, but it seems fate had other plans for me. At least I got Milja out of it."
"But you're a beautiful woman, Adora. You could've married long ago."
"I've had other things to worry about."
"So," Loki purred, moving forward and placing his hands softly on her waist. Norns, she was so soft, and now knowing she was hardly touched or corrupted, it ignited that innocence kink that burned deeply within him. 
"You've never had an orgasm, have you?"
"Uh- I," she stammered, her cheeks somehow flushing hotter as she gazed up at him with wide eyes. "Loki, I, that's none-."
"It's a shame, that's what it is," he murmured, leaning in close and brushing his nose against hers. 
Adora gulped, her little chest heaving under the lowlight. Loki reached out and ran his fingertips over the pendant he'd given her, delighting in the shiver that ran through her. 
"I'm not… I didn't mean, I'm not asking you for that."
"Well, I don't plan on bedding you on our consummation night and letting you walk away unsatisfied," he whispered, his brows furrowing together in frustration. He pulled her hips to his as he had done that morning, and she gasped at the contact. 
"Why?" she asked seriously, and it made something crack in his chest. "I can't satisfy you, I…don't know how."
She truly expected him to sleep with her and give her no pleasure whatsoever. How terrible had her only romp been that she would have such low hopes for their consummation? 
Loki brushed back her hair as he had that morning, keeping a firm hand on her hip and watching her as gently as he could. 
“You said you wanted to learn to let go, right?” he asked softly, and she nodded slowly, still a bit unsure in what was happening, but Loki knew he had her right where he wanted her. “Let me teach you.”
“Oh,” Adora murmured, but her gaze flicked to his lips and back up to his eyes. "I, uhm…"
"Just think about it," Loki whispered. He made sure his lips brushed hers as he moved to kiss her cheek, and she jumped in surprise. 
Pressing his lips to her cheekbone Loki gave her hip a firm squeeze. She leaned into his touch, her breath wavering in his ear and he had to bite back his satisfied smirk as he pulled away. 
He looped his arm around Adora’s, leading her back to the feast. She said nothing, dazed and a little shocked, but Loki could see the gears turning in her mind as she thought about his offer. 
Everything was going according to plan.
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Why do we like this clown so much?
Change the "we" for "I" and you get an usual tag I use whenever I post my content in Tumblr. And it sounds funny at first but whenever you start diving into that phrase, the deeper it becomes. So, I finally have decided to share my thoughts about this strange but wholesome attraction to this deeply flawed character. It's not something I usually do since I don't know how to write down my feelings properly and also in english so please forgive any typos (I'm from Chile so don't be surprised lol).
So...Why do we like this clown so much?
Why was it that a character precisely designed to scare and to disgust the fuck out of us ended up unchaining a series of feelings that shouldn't have taken place in a beginning?
Let's take a look at the background: Joaquin Phoenix was cast as Arthur Fleck/Joker in 2018. The first image of him as the aforementioned character revealed a deeply disturbed man. We knew the plot. A man driven to insanity after a brutal history of abuse, creating concern in people if the upcoming film would inspire real life violence. Incel violence and mass shootings, more specifically.
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(the image in question)
As 2019 arrives, the two trailers generated so much hype that media needed to fuel its concern about it. Since it wasn't your typical comic book film, media basically bombed our minds making us believe this film was going to be a total disaster, an excuse to cause harm to others among other nonsense, as if the film would justify everything Arthur would do in the film, eventually. As the release date is closer, the film receives thunderous applause and unanimous praise from critics. At this, fans rejoiced and expressed impatience to watch the film.
October 5th.
People left the theaters amazed, shocked and genuinely moved by the inhuman treatment Arthur received in the film. The fear media tried so desperately to infuse in us with all the incel bullshit and such turned out to awake one of the most positive, best feelings in humans:
E M P A T H Y
The word that so gloriously cleared away any dark thoughts or actions not only proves media was wrong but it turned out to ridicule it in way nobody will forget: Hundreds of people advocating for mental illness, calling out to the kindness that could change a person's bad day and questioning how politicians and rich people are indifferent to social problems proved how much as a society we have changed in comparison with the one shown in the film.
However, since we are on Tumblr, I'll get straight to the point and try to explain why the fuck does this clown has us dying out of love and compassion (and lust).
I. Background.
As nurturing as we women are for a biological matter, we see a man deprived of a good job, is on seven different medications, working like a slave to sustain his ill mother, putting aside his own health and well-being to look for her, struggling to make his dream of being a comedian despite everyone stepping on him, underpaid and treated like a freak for a disorder he did not ask to suffer, which makes it impossible to be indifferent to all the horrible ordeal that eventually will reach the limit of what he can tolerate without going insane. It is impossible to not say or think, at least, that someone (even if it's just one person) should stand for him just as it is impossible not to feel the need to throw ourselves at him to shield him from people who hurt him or simply offer him our shoulder whenever he has had a bad day, specially when he learns he was sexually assaulted by his step father.
This horrid behaviour terrifies newer generations because they get a taste of what being a social outcast was like more than thirty years ago in comparison with today, where there's more acceptance and treatment for mentally ill people like Arthur. We see in him someone who could have been saved with a proper education and emotional support instead of descending into madness as a criminal. Others simply saw themselves being treated like him at some point in their lives and couldn't help but put themselves in his shoes.
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II. Personality.
TRUTH BE TOLD:
There's something called "attraction by proximity". It is the explanation to the eventual love you feel whenever someone doesn't catch your eye at first terms of physical attraction but his/her personality does attract you. This happens to be the base of this situation. His shyness, introverted nature, tenderness and innocent desire to make people laugh and put on a happy face awake some kind of tenderness we cannot resist. This combined with the gloomy background increases our understanding (but not justifying) of the bad decisions he'll eventually take during the course of the film. This traces a line of harsh, almost hurtful contrast of the violence he shows later on the film. Once again, it is not justified in any way but it is certainly understandable.
III. Appearance.
Arthur Fleck is unconventionally attractive.
This happens to be a plus for most women. He is out of the male beauty standards (no abs, not too muscly or particularly tall), which makes him even more unique. It is precisely the fact that he's not a model one of the reasons women love him. He could easily be your man next door or your colleague or the guy you always see but never dare to talk for fear to bother him Because it's about proximity. Arthur looks like your common neighbour. He's not meant to be your typical desirable male protagonist at all.
... And yet.
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Jesus Christ, he's so fucking hot I can't even---
It's not about how beautiful his green eyes are, his long slender fingers, his hair or his smile only. It's the charm behind it.
Another "magnet point" is the way he dresses. I know he's impoverished and his wardrobe tend to be repetitive but it is so unpretentious, so simple that is hard to not fall for. The modesty of the shirts, ironed trousers reminds us of a mature man deeply withdrawn into himself, love starved and longing to be seen and loved by others, like a war veteran who still fights the most important war: with himself. Is someone who needs to be listened and understood.
AND OF COURSE WHAT'S NOT TO LIKE ABOUT IT?
He's also brought back the old gentleman outfit, white shirts, red/yellow vest, red suit and elegant dancing moves and the retro style of the film boosts this attractiveness.
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People keep comparing him with the previous interpretation of Joker (Leto's) whose costume appealed to young women with a tattooed, gangster, mumble rapper crazy-guy wannabe which didn't connect with the audiences (young people in general). This supposedly was to match or even have a sexy, tormented and desirable villain like Marvel's Loki. We all know how that story ended but it's the link for the next point below.
IV. Transformation
This is a particularly strong point considering how much we loved to watch the process of this weak, powerless, forgotten caterpillar into a beautiful and visible butterfly that will gracefully stir its wings for everyone to see its colours.
When Arthur transitions to the Joker, it's so cathartic to see taking revenge on those who wronged him (even when we're not supposed to root for him) like seeing his shyness fading away into a vivid confidence when dancing half naked in the bathroom, or witnessing him making way to make his name known to people in Murray Franklin's Show:
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Adding to this newly gained confidence, there's another turn on: the way he walks.
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At the beginning, his pace is hunched and limping, displaying his submission to violence, which makes the viewer more satisfied to see his broken yet beautiful soul turning the past pain of his existence into art: he lets music guide his moves as a way to tell the world he's a new man by cutting most of the sick, evil roots that harmed him, that he's invincible, that no one can stop him. Watching this cathartic display of euphoria was the most iconic scene in the film, following his speech at the TV and the inevitable meltdown that caused Murray's death.
Going to further appreciation, even his clown make up is beautiful. Why? Simple. The combination of colours, shapes and the intimidating glare just embellishes even more the character.
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The dark blue triangles in his expressive eyes makes the light green colour to highlight, specially in dark backgrounds, giving the impression he's piercing your soul whenever he stares directly at the camera. Same can be said about the red smile and emerald green hair. They boost an already intimidating look.
The cold and warm colours paint a picture of a man full of intense emotions, mirroring it in a simple yet masterful artistic way.
Another interesting point is the way Joker dresses. Usually we had almost every single live adaption of this character in purple coat, hat, etc. But this particular version is not following any comic, which gives more freedom to creativity and once again, out of the standards of what we could have expected.
Red is a colour related to passion, action, love, strength, motivation and excitement. As for yellow, it indicates freshness, happiness and enlightenment and finally, green. Green is renewal, growth and regeneration. Colours that represent a new stage in his life, a mirthful chapter at last. We finally get to see our battered, always humiliated protagonist (or hero) descending into madness, but finally free from his repressed man who held his soul captive like a bird to fly away, to never come back. An insanity that despite being his downfall, turned out to be his ticket to freedom as he walks to the light in Arkham Asylum dancing at the end.
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Ladies and gentlemen: behold the film nobody asked... But the film we fucking deserved.
Thank you for coming to my TED talk
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