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rafeandonlyrafe · 1 year ago

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warnings: 18+ only!!!, smut, stepdad!rafe, pervy!rafe, rafe meets reader when theyre 17 but nothing happens until 18, lots of use of daddy, taboo sex, age gap (rafe is early 30s reader is newly 18) scammer!rafe??, cheating, unprotected p in v sex, breeding, male and female receiving oral, fingering, virgin!reader, innocent!reader, lots of pet names (little one, little baby, baby girl, etc), reader is described as small chested and feels insecure about it, manipulation, power dynamic holy shit thats a lot of warnings

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rafe wasn't sure what to expect when he learned his newest mark had a 17 year old daughter.

he had long been cast out by his father, ward keeping him far away from the cameron investments, but he still carried the name.

rafe had found a new way to fortune, one that allowed him to rely on his natural talents, good looks and charm. he flirted with wealthy (usually older) women until they agreed to a date, then had them fall so completely in love that they married rapidly without prenup only for rafe to divorce them later and take a hefty sum away from them.

he already repeated he process three times in a little under five years. he was worried about the reputation he would get, if the rich women of the outer banks and surrounding areas would discover his scheme and he would be out of luck, so when a new divorced mother of one moved in to a sprawling mansion, rafe was quick to greet her and turn he flirt on.

the first time he saw you he was shocked how different you looked from your mother. he pictured her daughter to be a miniature version of herself, bold and chatty, flaunting tacky jewelry and guady animal print.

but you were almost the stark different. sharing the same bouncing head of curly hair was where the similarities seemed to end. it was a ‘family pool party’ where rafe first saw you. it was more of an excuse for your mother to bring her friends around and show off her new younger boy toy who was just head over heels for her.

you greeted rafe with a quiet hello before retreating back into the shade, covered in a pale yellow sundress, but the blue of your bikini straps were peaking out, making rafe hopeful that you would get into the pool, but you spent the entire party under the shade of the balcony while your mother paraded him around.

he found a quiet moment while she was distracted with her margarita to slip away, coming to sit next to you on the soft white jacquard couch, another symbol of your mother's wealth, having such an expensive piece of furniture outside without a care if it dirtied or got ruined my the frequent bad weather.

“hello little one.” rafe says softly, afraid by the look on your face that he would startle you into running and hiding.

“hi rafe.” you whisper, hands twisting in your lap as nerves turn in your stomach. he's the first man your mom has dated since her divorce, and you're glad to see her happy, but rafe is not what you were expecting. your mother told you her new boyfriend was young, but you didn't expect early 30s when your mother is pushing 50. “my mom has told me a lot about you.”

it's not exactly a lie, she has gone on and on when she gets home from dates with rafe, it's just that you've gotten very used to tuning your mother out.

“yeah, she's told me a lot about you too.” rafe leans in closer, “why don't you tell me a bit more?”

“i-i-um.” you stutter over your words, eyes shooting down to your lap after making brief eye contact.

“do i make you nervous, y/n?” rafe asks, practically purring your name out.

you laugh awkwardly, tucking your hair behind your ear as you fein a sudden interest in the partygoers to give you an excuse of something to look at. “everyone makes me nervous.” you whisper. it's not like rafe doesn't already know, you're sure he can tell from your behavior. you have a lot of issues after your dad abandoned you and your mom, and it manifested mostly in anxiety.

“oh, poor baby.” rafe pouts, placing his hand on your chin and turning you to face him, not letting you avoid the eye contact.

“im not a baby.” you say, eyes flickering all over rafes face as you take in the details close up, his powerful cheekbones and shining eyes. “i turn 18 next month.”

“oh yeah?” rafe releases your chin, and you somehow gain the confidence to keep looking at him, drinking in his features. “are you going to invite me to your party?”

“im not going to have a party.” you say, like it's obvious.

rafe goes to push back, starting to argue “but a pretty little thing like yourself-” when your mother cuts him off with a yell of his name, making both of your heads snap to her, where she's waving rafe over to introduce him to a new friend that just entered the backyard.

rafe sighs, slipping his hand onto your lap and giving your thigh a squeeze before standing up. he looks back before he walks away, again maintaining eye contact as he says “it was nice to meet you y/n. ill be seeing you a lot more from now on.”

and rafe keeps true to his word. he continues to swoon your mom, but makes a point to spend time with you as well. your mom sees it as a show of how serious he is about the relationship, she doesn't realize how rafe looks at you.

“your birthday is this weekend?” rafe questions, but it's more of a statement. he takes a strand of your hair and twirls it around your finger, unable to keep his hands away.

“yeah.” you whisper, trying to pay attention to the project you were working on, your sketchbook sat in your lap, angled so rafe couldn't see what you were drawing.

“and you still don't want a party? what do you want to do then little one?” rafe kept using the nickname, even after you pushed back that you are almost a legal adult and not little.

“i don't even have any friends here.” you sigh, almost wishing you were back in high school so you could have a way to meet people your age. “they're all back in california.”

you send out a silent curse to your father, and your mother. your father for leaving you, and your mother for reacting to it by moving across the country to the opposite coast, escaping the pain and embarrassment in favor of you losing all your friends and everything you knew.

“what are you going to do for your birthday then?” rafe asks as you start to draw again, finding it easier to talk when your charcoal pencil is also moving against the page.

“probably nothing. maybe see a movie.” you shrug. you've gotten used to doing things on your own. despite mostly staying in the house, you did occasionally need breaks from the same scenery, and more aptly, your mother. you always hoped you'd meet someone your age, but even when you were out doing things solo and saw other teens, you couldn't bring yourself to speak to them, your shyness winning the battle over wanting friends.

“i'll come with you, little one.” rafe offers. he was close to getting a ring on your moms finger, in record time. the divorce made her not only vulnerable but also needy to replace the husband figure in her life, not realizing that all of rafes money came from running this same scam. he could use hanging out with you on your birthday to his advantage, showing your mother how serious he is about the relationship.

“okay.” you whisper, hand shaking causing you to mess up the drawing, excited and nervous for the weekend. it's not that you dislike spending time with rafe, he just makes you nervous, like any ridiculously good looking man would.

“i’ll see you saturday then.” rafe says, standing up as your mom enters the room, now dressed and primped, ready to go on the date rafe was whisking her away on.

you keep your eyes trained on your sketchbook as rafe greets your mother with a kiss, and you cringe knowing her tacky red lipstick is going to leave a stain on his mouth, but you don't look up to see.

“hi little baby.” rafe greets you after sending your mom out for a spa day, giving you time to go see a movie together. you don't even care that your mom is away on your birthday, you rather spend it this way.

“hi rafe.” you say, not bothering to correct him that you are in fact 18 now and not little or a baby.

rafe surprises you when he wraps his arms around your shoulders, squeezing you into a hug. you freeze up, not used to the intimate contact. your dad never hugged you his way, and your mom was never very affectionate either.

“happy birthday.” rafe purrs into your ear, burying his head in your hair, nuzzling into the curls.

“thanks.” you mumble, keeping your arms flat against your sides as rafe pulls away. you definitely didn't have the confidence to hug him back.

rafe stays quiet as he leads you out the door with a steady hand on your back, making you shiver as goosebumps rise up your arms despite the warm north carolina air. he even gives you a hand to help you up into his truck.

“do you want to get dinner first, pretty baby?” rafe asks you as he starts up the truck and shifts it into gear. you feel your cheeks flame at the name, wriggling your hands together in your lap in nervousness.

“no.” you whisper, and you're surprised rafe can hear you over the sound of his truck. “i, um-” you pause to clear your throat. “i don't want to get full on food and not want popcorn. maybe we can go after.”

“sounds good.” rafe says, even though you don't really want to be spending more time with him. it's not that you don't want your mom to be happy, but it's weird to see her with someone other than your dad.

rafes hand slides across the center console, gripping your thigh through your jeans. you tense your leg in surprise at the contact, expecting him to squeeze and then let go, but rafe keeps his hand on your thigh the entire ride there.

“hold on, i’ll open the door for you, birthday girl.” rafe says after pulling into a parking spot. you wait for rafe to walk around the hood, tugging to door open and giving you a hand out that you graciously accept, willing to put up with the physical contact so you don't risk falling and embarrassing yourself even worse.

rafe leads you into the theatre, and he orders the tickets and popcorn for you, knowing how much you hate talking to others, especially service workers.

“im so excited to see this movie!” you say, taking your seat towards the back of the theatre, rafe setting the popcorn on the armrest in between the two of you. he's surprised to see how genuine your statement is, finally opening up and showing a bit of your emotions.

“if you're excited, then im excited too little one.” rafe says, grabbing a piece of popcorn and sticking it in his mouth.

“y/n i want to ask you something.” rafe calls, stopping your quick ascent up the stairs as you tried to flee before he or his mother stopped you.

“okay.” you mumble, walking back down the couple stairs you had managed to make it up.

“in private.” rafe clarifies, and you glance between him and your mom, but she just nods that it's okay before turning to the kitchen, becoming distracted by finding herself some wine to drink.

“we can talk if your room if it makes you more comfortable.” rafe says, and you blanche at the idea. no one ever goes in your room, not your mom or even the maids.

“how about the study?” you offer instead, your second favorite location in the house, with cherry wood bookshelves covering every one of the walls and two plush couches in the middle providing a comfortable reading area.

rafe places his hand on your back, fingers playing with the material of your sweater as you walk to the study. upon entering, you flick on a lamp and sit down on one of the couches, hoping rafe will take the one across from you, but of course he slides right next to you, pressing your thighs together.

“what is it you want to talk about?” you ask, your heart beat somehow remaining steady. you realize it's because you've become more comfortable around rafe, even if his touches did still send a jolt through your body.

“ive really been enjoying spending time getting to know you, little one.” rafe places a hand on your thigh, just under where your shorts end. he looks down, marveling how soft your skin is and how small your legs are compared to his hand. “your mother as well, of course.” rafe adds, almost like she's an after thought.

“i was hoping that you would want to spend more time with me. i would like to ask your permission to ask your mother to marry me.”

your eyebrows shoot up at the question. rafe has only been dating your mom for around five months now, and marriage this soon after a divorce seems like such a rush decision, but who are you to judge? you've never been married, you've never been in love.

“i-i guess that would be okay.” you see how happy rafe makes your mom, who are you to deny her that happiness?

“thank you.” rafe smiles, hand moving higher until he's tucked in between your thighs, feeling the heat radiating from your core. he strokes over your thigh as you spread your legs ever so slightly, giving him more space to work. your eyes fluttered closed, lost in the pleasure and rafe hasn't even touched over your underwear yet, just focusing on your inner leg.

“gonna be your new daddy.” rafe hums, his voice bringing you out of the trance that his hands put you in.

you stand up suddenly, making rafe frown as you run out of the study and up to your bedroom, slamming the door shut and heading over to your desk, looking at the drawing of rafe that you had just finished. you take the piece of paper and turn it face down, not wanting to think about him at the moment, wondering when he is going to propose to your mother.

“i can dress myself.” you say, looking at the sparkly pink dress hanging on the back of the door, decorated in fabric petals to signify your role as flower girl, even though you told your mom that you were okay not being part of the wedding party, she insisted that you had to participate in her special day.

“your mother specifically asked me to help you get dressed. what kind of future husband would i be if i didn't listen to her?” rafe raises his eyebrows, already dressed in his wedding suit.

“can you turn around then?” you question, gesturing for him to turn, face out the window of the venue your mother had rented for the wedding. the grounds are beautiful, filled with flowers and neatly trimmed bushes.

“what if something happens, baby?” rafe shakes his head. “i can't help you if im turned around.”

“you want me to get undressed in front of you?” you squeal.

“come on, im about to be your dad.” rafe says softly. “besides, im just helping you into your dress. unless you want me to help you take those clothes off too?”

“no!” you shake your head, looking one more time to rafe to see if he's going to look away, but he makes no move to as you pull you unbutton your shirt, careful not to have worn a shirt that required pulling off over the head since your hair and makeup is already done.

you're thankful for the simple bra covering your breasts as you keep your eyes on the floor, tugging your pants off.

rafe stands up straight from his position leaning over he armoire and grabs your dress, lowering it to the ground so you can step in, having already unzipped it in preparation.

you step in quickly, wanting to get covered again as soon as possible, feeling the burn of rafes stare on your scantily clad body, but for your fast movements, rafe is slow, gliding the dress up your body, hands occasionally brushing against your bare skin until the neckline is finally in its proper place.

rafe rounds your body, tugging the zipper up, again letting his finger drag against your skin all the way up.

“you look so beautiful.” rafe ducks his head, kissing your shoulder. you gasp at his lips on you, leaning back into his body as your mind goes dizzy.

“can't wait to be your daddy.” rafe presses another kiss to the space between your shoulder and neck before standing straight, wrapping his hand around yours.

“let me walk you outside, little princess.” rafe is glowing, and you know logically it must be because of his wedding day to your mom, but a large part of you hopes that it's also because he's excited for you as well.

“how does a boat day sound, little one?” rafe asks, tugging on your curl that had fallen in front of your face.

“i thought mom had a facial today?” you question, closing your book after slotting the bookmark to save your page.

“she does, i thought the two of us could go. some daddy daughter bonding time.” rafe says, always making a point to have solo time with you since he got married to your mom two months ago.

“okay, that sounds fun.” you nod, wanting an excuse to lay out and tan, and you've found yourself loving spending time with rafe, especially now that he was officially part of the family. he certainly would never replace your dad, but he's made an effort to make you more comfortable around him.

“let me help you pick out a bikini.” rafe says, and you hop up off the couch as he starts to move towards your room.

“no, rafe, that's okay.” you rush after him, taking the stairs as fast as you can.

“come on, let me see. ive never even been in your room!” rafe says, reaching for your doorknob, but you thrust yourself in front of the door, blocking him.

“i… i have my drawings on the wall. i don't want you to see them.” you bite your lip, hoping rafe doesn't push.

“drawings of me?” rafe asks, touching his fingers to your chin and tilting your head up.

“some of them.” you admit, opening the door and trying to close it before rafe can see, but he grabs the wood and forces his body in before you can slam it behind him.

you press your back into the wall as rafe scans the room. you have an entire wall decorated with your drawings taped up. most are black and white with charcoal but you've colored some in as well. there are a lot of rafe, a lot of your mom, of friends you miss that live back in california. the one rafe walks up to is a nature sketch, of the outer banks beaches that you've come to live just as much as the packed los angeles ones.

“you're so talented.” rafe says earnestly. “how come you don't show people your art?”

“because they're just for me.” you say honestly. you've never had the urge to show your drawings to other people or pursue art further. it just wasn't something that girls in your family did. they were good wives and hostesses. they didn't have time consuming hobbies, especially if they didn't create an instant profit.

“well if you ever decide to sell anything, let me know right away. i’d pay anything to have one of your works hanging in my house.”

you don't mention that his house is now your house, considering he moved in with you right after the wedding. you're too busy blushing over the fact that he likes your art that much, what you deem just quick sketches, he thinks they're good enough to be displayed.

“now where are your bikinis?” rafe questions, moving on from the conversation, knowing you're not bold enough to change the topic yourself.

“um, hold on.” you open up your closet and grab a box out, dumping them all onto your bed. you're not sure why rafe wants to choose your swimsuit, but you don't question it.

rafe hums as he looks through the bikinis, tossing the ones he disapproves of back into the box.

“you dressed pretty slutty back in california, huh?” rafe looks at you, now moved back to your position of being pressed against the wall.

“i-” you begin to explain yourself, but rafe bursts out laughing. “don't look so scared, little one. im not angry. why don't you wear this one?” he tossed your orange bikini at you, probably the skimpiest one you own with the back being just a thong and cups barely big enough to cover your chest.

rafe doesn't say another word, exiting your room and leaving you to take a deep breath. you change into the bikini, looking at yourself in your full length mirror, surprised how much you've filled out the bikini since you last wore it a couple months ago. north carolina has done well for your appetite, filling in your stomach and plumping up your bum. you try to adjust your top to give you the illusion of bigger boobs, but it doesn't work. that's one part of you that didn't fill out at all.

you pull a coverup on over your body before you slip your feet into your sandals. rafe may have seen you in your underwear before but the various employees your mom always has around the house have not.

“ready, pretty baby?” rafe asks when you plop down the stairs, a tote bag in hand that you can see a couple water bottles sticking out of. rafe must be planning on taking the speedboat instead of the yacht, considering your mom insists on keeping it fully stocked despite not really enjoying being on the water, preferring to look at it from afar.

“very ready, d-” you pause when you realize you were about to call rafe daddy. you have just called him by his first name since he got married to your mom, but it almost slipped out anyways, some part of your subconscious associating him with that.

“it's okay, little one, if you want to call me daddy if you want to, or you can just call me rafe.” rafe says, taking your hand as he leads you out towards the dock, looking like your personal marina. you just nod on acknowledgement.

“speedboat today?” you ask as rafe leads you down.

“whatever you want.” he shrugs.

“something with a bed that i can lay and tan on?” you suggest, and rafe steers you towards the smaller of your family yachts.

you take a seat near the front of the ship as rafe goes to the helm to steer you to a secret spot he claims to know of. you pull out your sketchbook and shield it from the wind as you sketch out your view of rafe, a story up behind the dashboard of gears and gages as he drives the boat. you even include the reflection of the sun on the glass.

“here we are.” rafe anchors the boat near a sandbar with clear pale yellow sand, surprisingly devoid of any seaweed or debris.

“it's so pretty.” you say, making a mental note to sketch it before the tide rises. “it must have been so nice to grow up here.”

“mmm.” rafe nods, taking his shirt off. your eyes widen as he reveals his muscles. it's not the first time that you've seen him shirtless, but you've never been this close, and never alone.

“wanna swim before you tan kiddo?” rafe questions.

“um, yeah.” you shrug. you weren't that interested in swimming originally but now that you're at the sandbar you'd definitely like to explore.

“then you'll have to take your cover up off, show me your cute little body.” rafe says, tugging on the strap of your clothing.

“oh, right.” you hum, pulling the dress off over your head. rafe bites his lip, placing a hand on your waist.

“how do you not have a boyfriend? with a gorgeous body like this.” rafe sighs, slowly moving his hand lower, tangling his fingers in the strings of your bikini bottoms.

“shy, remember?” you giggle, letting yourself step closer to rafe as he looks down at you.

“you're too pretty to not be appreciated properly, little baby.” rafe sighs again, like he's actually upset at the thought of you being lonely.

you suddenly remember that rafe isn't some random older guy interested in you, but your step dad. the man your mom is newly married to. you step away and to avoid speaking any more, jump over the side of the boat into the sparkling water.

“so just rafe and i for the next week?” you question your mom, following her around her luxurious master suite as she packs a suitcase.

“it may be two weeks.” your mother says, shoving her clothes in before turning to her wall of heels.

“why isn't rafe going with you?” you question.

“y/n.” your mother sighs, stopping her work to turn to you. “please leave me alone to pack. i have to finish this divorce settlement with your father. as much as i'd like to show rafe off to him, rafe has business he needs to tend to here in the outer banks.”

you go to question what business, considering rafe doesn't seem to do anything other than flaunt after your mother, or sneak away moments with you when she's busy, but your mother gives you a pointed look so you shut your mouth, leaving the room.

“itll be nice to have some alone time with my favorite little girl.” rafe says, throwing his arm around you, pulling you into his side. you lean into him, reminding yourself over and over that your dad used to cuddle like this on the couch with you when you were little.

“don't you have business?” you question, letting your finger trace patterns on rafes jeans, swirling over the rough material.

“nothing that's more important then spending time with you.” rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you're glad he can't see your face as it turns pink.

“could we have ice cream tonight?” you ask. you've been allowing yourself more and more to indulge in sweets.

“that sounds good, honey. do you want to choose the movie?” rafe hands you the remote and you turn something on, keeping yourself resting against his warm body.

you're about halfway through the movie when your tummy rumbles. you honestly got so engrossed in the film you forgot you were even leaning up against your step dad.

“is baby girl hungry?” rafe questions. “we can pause the movie and eat some ice cream now.”

you reach for the remote and pause it, mumbling something about wanting strawberry ice cream as rafe follows you into the kitchen, opening up the freezer and pulling out strawberry for you, and vanilla for himself.

“hey kiddo, get us bowls.” rafe asks you as he gets spoons. you have to get on your tiptoes to reach the shelf the bowls are on, cursing your short mother for giving you these genes.

you slide yourself up onto the counter as rafe hands you your now filled bowl. you barely have time to say thank you before putting the spoon in your mouth, letting out a moan as the taste hits your tongue. you've been craving ice cream all day and it's completely hitting the spot. you work quickly through the bowl, letting your satisfaction out in the forms of moans.

“stop moaning like that, baby.” rafe says, making you jump from the sudden and unusual roughness in his voice.

“‘m sorry.” you look down at your bowl of ice cream, setting it on the counter.

“it's okay.” rafe sighs, setting his bowl down as well.

“are you upset with me?” you ask, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

“no, little girl, im not.” rafe frowns, moving between your legs, your face for once the same height as his with you sat up on the counter. he takes your face in his big hands, stroking the rough pad of his thumb over your cheek.

“sorry baby girl. will you forgive me?” rafe tilts your face to keep you looking at him.

“yeah.” you nod, just glad that rafe isn't annoyed with you.

“you have ice cream on your mouth.” rafe says, and you reach up to wipe it off when rafe suddenly leans in, his mouth pressing against yours, tongue flickering out and licking over your lip, tasting the strawberry ice cream as well as a taste that is simply you.

you gasp in surprise, allowing rafe to slip his tongue into your mouth. you're not sure what to do, or how to react. you've kissed before, but never one as passionate or with this much tongue involved.

rafe presses another kiss to your lips before pulling away. your eyes are wide when he doesn't say anything to explain himself, simply looking at you.

“you just kissed me!” you say, as if he's unaware of his actions.

“i did, baby girl. did your dad not give you kisses?” he tilts his head to the side.

“maybe when i was little, and certainly not like that.” you gulp, wondering how your mom would feel if she saw that, but she wasn't home of course.

“well then it sounds like he wasn't a good father. good thing you have daddy rafe in your life now. do you want another kiss?”

“i- i think i do.” you say, licking your lips, not giving your brain any time to become reasonable and back out.

rafe presses his lips against yours again, and you find yourself kissing back. you fist your hands in his shirt, tugging him closer as you moan into his mouth, repeating the same sinful noises from when you were eating your ice cream.

“god, baby, your moans make me so hard.” rafe says against your lips, giving you only a quick second to take a deep breath before he's back to kissing you.

“do you wanna help out your daddy?” rafe asks, moving his lips to your jaw as he kisses there.

“yes.” you answer honestly. rafe has shown you nothing but affection, something you were so severely lacking that you would do anything for him to make up for it.

“want you to suck my cock.” rafe says, making you pull away from the kiss.

“i can't do that!” you say. not to mention that you have no clue how, but you certainly can't do that with your moms husband.

“but you can, baby. it's alright. you trust me, right?” rafe hums, in which you give a little nod.

“then you can help me out. you're so beautiful, baby girl. i can make you feel good too.”

“you can?” you question, tilting your head to the side.

“i can. we can go upstairs to your bedroom if it makes you feel more comfortable. i told you this beautiful little body needed to be appreciated. remember that, kiddo? so let me appreciate you.”

“what about mom?” you question. there's no way she would be okay with this.

“we don't have to tell her. we can just say we had a lot of daddy daughter time and keep it between us. our little secret.”

you're not sure what to say. as much as you want to see what this appreciation rafe is talking about feels like, you're nervous about hurting your mom or taking things too far, after all, rafe is your step dad.

“let me just give you another kiss while you think about it.” rafe says, placing one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist. “just a nice daddy daughter kiss, nothing naughty about it, little one.”

rafe presses his lips against yours, and all thought you have go out the window as you kiss him back, becoming more confident in your movements the longer you go. rafe tugs you closer to the edge of the counter, and you are quick to wrap your arms around his shoulders, trying to copy whatever you've learned from watching movies as well as doing what feels best.

rafe slips his tongue into your mouth again, and you cry out around it when he presses his hips forward, nestling something hard and rigid against your core.

“upstairs, please.” you whisper.

rafe nods, wrapping his arms around your hips and lifting you easily. you don't know how he navigates the house so well while you're still kissing, too engrossed in his lips to even let him see properly to walk faster.

he takes you to your room, your safe space that only he has been in. he sets you down on the bed, and you whine when your lips disconnect.

“shh, baby, im gonna make you feel real good soon. wanna suck daddies cock first?” rafe presses his thumb against your bottom lip, now pink and swollen from the intense make out.

“ive never done it before, i-i don't know how.” you admit, dropping your eyes to rafes crotch, the way his length is straining against his pants.

“ill teach you, baby.” rafe takes his shirt off, and you can't resist reaching out and running your hands over his smooth abs.

“you want to take your shirt off too, honey? let me see your cute little tits.”

you nod, letting rafe help you out of your shirt.

“no bra?” rafe questions, eyes widening when he realized he spent all day with you, not knowing you were bare under your shirt until now.

“its not like i need one.” you blush, going to reach to cover your chest, but rafe stops you.

“don't feel insecure, baby girl. your body is gorgeous. can i touch your chest?” rafe asks. you nod, your nipples jutting out from your skin now that they're exposed to the cold air.

rafe cups your tits, pushing what little is there up. he swipes his thumb over your nipple, making you throw your head back in pleasure. rafe smiles down at you, rubbing over your tits, feeling them with his palms, the way your nipples are hard against them.

“feels so good.” you whine, not even realizing that you had squeezed your eyes hard shut.

“i know, baby.” rafe chuckles, kneeling into the floor between your legs. “let me show you how good my mouth feels too.” rafe pulls you closer to the edge, wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

“oh my god, daddy!” you shout out, tangling your hands in rafes hair and holding him to your chest, never wanting the feeling to stop.

“mhm.” rafe mumbles against your skin, pressing a kiss to your nipple before gliding his tongue across your chest to the other side. “daddys gonna take real good care of you.”

“i wanna take care of you too.” you say as rafe sucks on your nipple, tugging it between his teeth gently. you hadn't forgotten the original reason you came upstairs, and want to see what you felt pressing against you earlier.

rafe straightens up, taking your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze before placing it over his crotch. you experiment with what makes rafe feel good as you feel him over his jeans, keeping your eyes on his face. you stroke the hard length, focusing on where you're guessing the tip is, and judging from the way rafe is groaning, it feels good.

“wanna see it.” you say, tugging on his waistband. “please.” you add in for good manners.

“oh, my baby girl, you never have to beg me.” rafe says, undoing his pants and pulling them down, stepping out and licking them away. your eyes widen when you realize there's a small wet spot on his underwear where you were focusing on earlier.

“are you ready?” rafe asks, his thumbs nudging under the waistband of his underwear.

“yes.” you nod, taking your eyes off his crotch as he drops the last layer of fabric, blinking up at rafe through fluttering eyelashes. rafe smiles at you, a soft grin reassuring you as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

you let your eyes close, focusing on the kiss as you reach out, exploring with your hands as you grasp his length, gasping into the kiss as you stroke your hand up and down. you don't know much about what you're doing, but you can tell that his cock is long and thick, you're barely able to wrap your small hand around him.

“feels so good, baby girl. making daddy so happy.” rafe says, groaning as you stroke your fingertip over the tip of his cock, collecting some of that wetness that you saw earlier.

rafe pulls away, standing back up straight as you finally look down, feeling a funny feeling in your stomach as you take in his cock, long and hard jutting away from his body, the tip a beautiful pink color that you want to capture with paint some day.

you take your fingertip into your mouth, licking over the wetness, the salty taste spreading over your tongue.

“you can just touch for longer if you're not ready to suck me yet.” rafe says, running a hand over your hair.

you don't respond, leaning forward and taking his tip into your mouth, furrowing your brows as you try to work out what to do, flicking your tongue over the head of his cock.

“that's good, baby girl.” rafe moans, resisting the urge to thrust forward, letting you explore on your own as you pull off to lick down his length, tracing over the vein running along the underside until you get to the base and press kisses as you move back up.

you take his cock back into your mouth, trying to take as much as him as you can, only managing a few inches before you gag and pull off a little. you suck the best you can with him taking up so much space, being aware of where your teeth are and not letting them touch the sensitive skin. you'd never want to hurt rafe.

“feels so good, little one.” rafe groans, pressing his hand to the back of your head, pushing you back down onto his cock, further and further until you sputter and have to pull off with a cough.

“are you okay?” rafe questions, but you just give a quick nod before retaking him in your mouth, closing your eyes and focusing on moving up and down, even though you can't take him all the way, you focus on keeping a rhythm, repeating whatever motion makes rafe moan the loudest.

“you can use your hand too.” rafe says, taking your hand in his and wrapping it around the base of his length. you hum in acknowledgement, pulling off to lick at rafes tip to get more of the salty taste as your hand strokes up and down his cock. you kiss his very tip, almost as a thank you for your step daddy for letting you make him feel good.

“im so proud of you, my little baby.” rafe says, and you glow under his praise, sucking his cock back between your lips as you bob your head, running your tongue over him as well.

“fuck!” rafe suddenly pulls away, making you pout.

“come back daddy.” you try to reach out for them, but rafe reaches down and squeezes his cock tightly by the base, chest heaving.

“you almost made daddy feel too good.” he says, giving his cock a quick stroke like he's unable to resist it.

“were you… going to cum?” you question, quirking your head to the side.

“and what would you know about cumming?” rafe questions, making you blush.

“ive watched movies!” you argue.

“want me to help you learn more? i can make you cum.”

“h-how?” you question. sure, you've seen movies but you haven't exactly studied the details.

“i can use my mouth and fingers to make you feel good, just like you did for me, baby girl.” rafe explains, and you don't hesitate to nod.

“gonna have to take your pants off then, baby.” rafe explains, helping you stand up on slightly shaky legs as you pull your pants down, taking your underwear with it, not wanting to waste time before rafe helps you feel good.

“why don't you lay down?” he asks, running a finger over your cheek. you nod, laying down on your bed, head against your pillows, keeping your legs pressed firmly together, worried about how wet you are in your private area.

rafe climbs onto the bed, hovering his body over yours, admiring his tiny and innocent you look beneath him, despite being completely nude. he presses down, his cock rubbing against your stomach as he captures your mouth, tongue flicking into yours. you relax into the bed, feeling safe again getting kisses from your daddy.

“spread those legs for me.” he emplores you. “let me see your pretty little pussy.”

you part your thighs, rafe moving down your body, pressing kisses to your chest and stomach as he gets closer and closer to where you are craving.

he finally settles in between your legs, hands gripping your thighs. he stares at your glistening pussy, shiny with your wetness.

rafe slowly rubs his finger over your slit before parting your lips, his breath catching when he sees all of you. he leans in tongue falling out as he licks a wide stripe over your cunt.

“oh my god, rafe!” you cry out, back arching, having never experienced such a feeling before.

“you taste delicious, kiddo.” rafe says, burying his face in your cunt as he continues lapping over your cunt, overwhelming you with pleasure.

you whine as he switches to kissing, also giving your inner thighs some attention. he places his hand at the top of your cunt, pulling up to stretch out your skin as he leans in and gives your skin a kiss in a new spot, one that makes you scream, body shaking as you attempt to move away, the pleasure too much for you to take.

“shh, it's okay.” rafe says, moving back to kissing your thighs.

“what was that?” you question, breathing heavily, causing your chest to heave.

“that was your clit, baby. kissing that is like how i felt when you were kissing the tip.” he explains, not judging you for your inexperience. “can i keep going?”

“yes, daddy, please.”

rafe listens, but makes sure to move slowly, getting you used to his mouth in the area as he licks around your clit without directly touching it. you moan out a mix of his name and daddy, blabbing about how good it is when his tongue flicks over your clit, sending another flood of wetness over your cunt.

“good girl.” rafe says quickly, hoping that's all the praise you need to be comfortable, not wanting to take his mouth off of your pussy as he concentrates on your clit, going from holding his tongue flat against it to flicking quickly, showing you all the different types of things he can do to pleasure you.

“st-stop.” you say, trying to shove rafes head away when you feel something building in you, not wanting to topple over the edge. “it's too much!” you shout, but rafe does something new, taking your clit between his lips and sucking it in his mouth.

“im gonna- im gonna-” you sob out some sort of warning, unsure of what is actually going to happen as your sobs shift into a scream, your hips picking up off the bed as you try to squeeze them shut, but rafes hand pushes your thighs to keep them open.

you fall over whatever edge you were on, vision going black as shaking overtakes your body, and controversially to what your were trying to do earlier, you now press your cunt into rafes face as he keeps sucking, working you through your high as he pets your thighs, hoping the bit of soft loving attention helps you through it.

“oh my god, daddy.” you whine, tears streaming down your face as he pulls off, pressing a kiss to your cunt before moving up your body, pulling you against him as he flips, allowing you to rest against his chest.

“it's okay, baby, breathe.” he soothes you, his hand rubbing over your back.

“that was really good.” you tell rafe after a minute of struggling to get your breath back. “thank you daddy.” you lean in and give him a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

“want to keep going? or we can be done for tonight if that's what you need, little baby.” rafe says, wanting to take things at your pace, especially after seeing how explosive your orgasm was.

“more.” you say, slotting your leg over rafes body, pressing your chest into his, rubbing your nipples against his skin as you connect your lips, this time taking control of the kiss.

you rub your cunt against rafes abs, soaking them in your slick.

“baby-” rafe warns as you move down, rubbing your cunt over his cock.

“fuck me, daddy.” you say, wanting to feel good together.

“let me-” rafe tries to get out, but you push his cock against your hole, trying to slide down when your get a flare of pain, shouting and pulling off.

“baby girl, you have to let me finger you first. as much as i want you right now, ive got to open you up since it's your first time.” rafe explains, and you whimper out, nodding.

“come sit on my tummy, come on.” rafe tugs your hips, and you move so you're sat on his abs, leaning back slightly so your cunt is on show.

“let me know if it hurts, okay?” rafe says, his hands rubbing over your inner thighs, admiring how tiny you are even when sat on top of him.

“i will daddy.” you hum as he strokes his pointer finger over your cunt, making sure to get it thoroughly wet. he moves down to your entrance, circling it before pressing the tip of his finger against it, breaking through the tight ring of muscle.

“oh, fuck.” you cry out, reaching behind you to grip rafes hips for stability.

rafe can move easily with one finger because of how wet you are, pushing all the way in with relative ease, but he can feel how you're still squeezing around him.

“gonna add a second, okay.” rafe gives you a warning, not wanting to take too long before he can get inside of you, needing to be buried in your cunt.

rafe pushes a second finger in, making you whine at the sudden stretch. he moves in and out with pace, not letting you focus on the pain as pleasure quickly overtakes you.

“there you go, stay nice and relaxed for me little one.” rafe says, and you make an effort to breathe and keep your legs from going taut as he scissors his fingers, thumb coming to rub over your clit when he sees your face twist in pain.

“i know it hurts, baby, but trust your daddy. gonna make it feel all better.” he says softly, wanting to pull you down into another kiss but knowing you need to focus on staying calm at the moment.

“it's okay, i do trust you daddy.” you say, voice breathy.

“love you so much.” rafe says, flicking over your clit as you cry out, never having heard rafe say the words to you before, but of course he does, he's your step dad after all.

“please, inside me, p-please.” you moan out.

“okay, fuck-” rafe curses out. “okay.” he takes his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth to clean off before flipping so you're on your back on the bed, his body hovering over yours, hips slotted between yours like he was meant to be there.

“im gonna try and go slow.” rafe says, the key word there being try. he knows how hard it's been to resist you this long, it's going to be even harder to control himself once he's inside you.

rafe grabs his cock, rubbing the tip over your messy cunt before lining up with your entrance, sinking forward as he pushes inside of your heat. you cry out, wrapping your arms around rafes shoulders, needing the connection to get through this as his hips press all the way in, his cock lodged deep inside of you.

“breathe through it, baby girl.” rafe says, stroking your hips with his large hands as you take a stuttering breath, adjusting to his length inside you.

you circle your hips, brows furrowed as you get used to the sensation. you press up, then down, moving yourself while he stays still, allowing you to explore.

“i-i gotta move baby.” rafe finally says, and you nod, still keeping him squeezed close to you as his hips move back, his cock sliding almost completely out of you before pushing back in, keeping his self control by moving slowly.

“this is what a good step daddy does?” you ask, rubbing your hand over the back of his head.

“yes, i take care of you, baby.” rafe says, burying his head in your neck, kissing the sensitive skin there.

“i love you daddy.” you tell rafe, clenching your cunt around him when he starts to move faster, rafe letting a grunt out against your skin.

“so good for me, little one. our little secret.” rafe picks up speed, his cock stretching you open, making space for himself.

“can we-” you gasp out when he pushes all the way in, his hips rubbing against your clit. “can we keep doing this? even when mom gets back?” now that you've felt this level of pleasure, you don't want to go back to going without it.

“of course, baby. we just have to be careful.” he says, sucking a light hickey into your neck, one that should heal before your mom gets back.

“is it bad?” you ask, even as you spread your thighs apart more, “is it bad that we are doing this? won't mom be mad if she finds out?”

“baby, don't worry about that.” he sighs, picking his head up to look you in the eye. “just focus on how good you feel. i love you, i don't love your mom like this.”

“you don't?” you question, eyebrows raising up.

“the love a daddy feels for his little girl is different.” rafe says, pressing his cock as deep as he can inside of you, and you swear he's all the way into your stomach.

“you don't fuck her like this?”

“no, only you. my little girl.” rafe kisses you, and you moan into the kiss, moving your legs to wrap around his hips, raising and lowering yourself to meet his thrusts.

“my little baby. my sweet girl.” rafe moans, his cock swelling inside of you. “gonna cum inside you, baby. we are gonna feel so good together.”

he moves one of the hands that's gripping your hip to your cunt, rubbing his fingers right over your clit harshly, needing you to cum at the same time as him.

“daddy-” you gasp, throwing your head back, “daddy, you can't, i'll get pregnant.”

“it's okay, little one.” rafe pants, struggling to hold himself back any longer. “cum for me. don't think about getting pregnant. you'd look so cute for me with your tummy all swelled up. gonna fill you with my cum, put a baby in you.”

“yes, yes!” you cry out, rafes fingers pushing you to the edge as his orgasm finally hits, cumming with a shake as he pumps you full, filling your cunt with all of the cum he has to offer. he keeps pumping despite feeling oversensitive, wanting to make sure he stuffs you.

“fuck, daddy!” you whine, pushing his hand away from your clit when it becomes too much.

“my good girl, shh.” rafe presses your lips together, carefully pulling his cock out of you, looking down as his cum slides out of your hole. he reaches down with one hand, ignoring your whine as he pushes his fingers, and the cum, back into your pussy. rafe smirks to himself as you moan, grasping at him with your little hands, thinking to himself that getting her innocent young daughter pregnant is the perfect way for your mom to ask for a divorce.

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lezonlinedatingstories · 2 years ago

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Money can’t buy Love #10

A Healthy Physician looking for friendship plus more.

I met a physician online. Her profile said that she doesn’t drink or smoke. As we got to know each other, she shared that she had COPD, a pulmonary disease caused by smoking. I had seen her drink seven up with vodka. Later on, I also found out that she was a married dentist, not a physician. Her wife moved out within 2 years of their relationship, but they were not divorced. She told me stories of when she dated straight women when they were already married. She claimed that she was the pleaser, but has never been pleased. I guess when you have the money, you can afford to play around. I felt a bit sad that she had to lie on her profile to get someone’s attention. She was a wealthy, but very lonely woman.

For our first date, she asked me to come over to her house. She had a beautiful home. We often met there because she was wheelchair bound. According to her, she couldn’t work due to her poor health. I learned that she had a bad fall and was in a coma for over a year. Because of her fear of falling again, she chose to stay in a wheelchair. I wanted to take her out for dinner instead of always meeting at her place. Finally, she trusted me to drive her out.

We were planning a Halloween pool party at her house, so I took her to the pumpkin patch in Half Moon Bay. She was so excited to see so many pumpkins that she had to call her twin sister. Like a kid at a candy store, she told her that she saw millions and millions of pumpkins. I was also excited. I was planning to invite my friends to her house for the party. When she bought Halloween decorations, she couldn’t wait to show them to me. We decorated her house together.

Four days before the party, she called me to say that she wasn’t feeling well and told me not to come over. She made an appointment to see the doctor in the morning. That night, her wife came over and brought her something to eat. The next day, her niece, who lived with her, called me and told me that my date fell while transporting her to her doctor’s appointment. She went into a coma again. I asked which hospital she was at so I could visit her. I wanted to make her a playlist of songs that she likes, so I can upload them to her phone for her to listen to. Hopefully, it wakes her up.

The second time I visited her, her wife stopped me at the doorway and told me that I can’t see her because I was not family. I told her that she wasn’t family either since she moved away and left her alone. She also had the audacity to bring her new girlfriend to the hospital. In spite of this confrontation, I entered to say my last goodbye. I didn’t care what her wife said.

After my visit, her twin sister called me. I thought she was concerned with her twin sister’s health. However, she was just worried about the money that she stored with her sister. She didn’t want to deal with her sister’s wife to retrieve her money. I was disappointed to see that her own sister was more concerned about money than her own flesh and blood.

A few days later, her niece told me that the wife and one of her aunts decided to pull the plug. I happen to have her wife’s phone number, so I texted to ask where they were going to bury her. She said they have not decided yet, but will let me know. I never heard back from her.

My date once told me that she should get a divorce and write a will. It was too late. Her family was very well off, but they were interested in her money and properties. With all the money in the world, they were still separated by greed. Her wife, whom she separated from, took everything. I believe the wife was a black widow who goes for wealthy lesbian women with health issues. Hopefully, karma bites her ass. Sad ending, but I know I gave her the best days of her life. I miss you, love.

If you have your online dating to share, write in the comment or [email protected]

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frownyalfred · 2 months ago

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Do you have any fun stories involving galas and rich men because the botox thing has me so curious now

Ooh, me personally? I have a few. I once was invited to a very important black tie event with an honest-to-god billionaire or close to it, who was a very old man at the time and infamous for being inappropriate with women. We had some face-to-face time briefly and he was absolutely wildly inappropriate to me. His staff were fluttering around him making excuses and thinly-veiled threats about me sharing any of this info. I wasn't allowed to stand more than a few feet away from him since he was grabby. I think he ended up having dementia that they didn't release publicly until after he'd died.

You run into a lot of coke at these events. It's not my thing, but I've stumbled into a lot of bathrooms and back rooms where it's happening very enthusiastically. I've known a few guys who have gotten too deep into that world and embezzled from clients or their jobs. It ends up being super sad and it's rough to watch happen in person (people losing their houses, or social standing, etc, because their husband was trying to maintain a lifestyle they couldn't afford)

I once danced with a wealthier guy (flashy watches, etc) who was, in hindsight, absolutely involved in some sort of organized crime. He was Russian and thought I was cute, and dragged me and my friend to a few different clubs with full line skipping and bottle service at every place. They all knew him by name. Once we got inside and started dancing, I reached behind me while we were kinda grinding to grab his waist. There was a huge fucking gun in the back of his pants. I grabbed my friend and we danced away, haha.

I knew a wealthy man who was going through a rough divorce and very clearly threatened his soon to be ex wife all over his personal social accounts. She didn't like that and called the cops. He never got arrested, but it was a damn near thing. All his buddies pretended it never happened.

I once went on a very fancy date with a guy to a prestigious steakhouse/bar. They refused to seat us since they closed in 30ish minutes. We were in black tie attire from a previous event, and there was a huge storm outside. He ended up suing them for racial discrimination I think. It made the news and everything. He asked me to be a party/witness but he was very, very intense and I kind of dropped him after he wouldn't stop calling me.

I dated someone with a penthouse once. It was very nice but very clearly not his. Never got a full explanation on that one.

#asks #personal #anon #personal stories

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burningvelvet · 11 months ago

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Why Mr. Rochester and Bertha Mason Couldn't Get a Legal Separation; or, the Utter Madness of Marital Laws

So I saw a Jane Eyre post discussing why Mr. Rochester and Bertha Mason couldn't get a legal marital separation. I've thought a lot about this topic, and in order to procrastinate writing the final for my upper-level Brontë class, I've decided to write this sort of convoluted analysis instead. I know many others have written about this subject, but I wanted to explore a bit further on my own.

Preliminary context about me, the Brontës, their Byronic inspiration, etc.: I've learned a lot about 19th century British marriage laws recently in my classes on old British literature, as well as by having studied Byron, whose marital separation in 1816 was a notorious part of his history & also reverberated through 19c literature. He refers to this separation in many of his works, most famously in his notorious poem "Fare Thee Well." Harriet Beecher Stowe, the most famous American female writer at the time, was friends with Lady Byron and wrote a book defending her called "Lady Byron Vindicated: A history of the Byron controversy from its beginning in 1816 to the present time" (the original callout post).

Insanity accusations did factor in to Byron's separation. Many scholars have remarked how the Queens of Byronic Criticism, the Brontë sisters, took significant inspiration from their well-worn copy of Moore's biography Life of Byron when creating their works. The Brontës would have been very familiar with marriage laws not only due to their knowledge of Byron's trainwreck of a marriage, but also due to being well-educated women at the time who knew that marriage was the most important economic decision of one's life and could very well make or break a person. As a result, marriage plays a significant role in their novels.

More relevant preliminary context about the novel: Jane Eyre actually takes place in the Georgian era, despite most adaptations and anaysis presenting is as a Victorian piece due to the novels publication date (this drives me crazy; same goes for the other Brontë books). Marriage laws did not change drastically from the time the novel is set to the time Brontë was writing the novel, but things were a bit different socially. Rochester was also married 15 years before his attempt to marry Jane. According to this very good analysis, Rochester and Bertha probably married in or around the year 1793: https://jane-eyre.guidesite.co.uk/timeline.

Now, here are the reasons why Rochester couldn't separate from Bertha:

1) Insanity wasn't grounds for divorce/separation in the Regency era.

Rochester himself says that he couldn't legally separate from her because of her insanity, which presumably rendered any of her faults null on the grounds of that marital vow "in sickness and in health." This is possibly one of his biggest reasons:

"I was rich enough now – yet poor to hideous indigence: a nature the most gross, impure, depraved I ever saw, was associated with mine, and called by the law and by society a part of me. And I could not rid myself of it by any legal procedings: for the doctors now discovered that my wife was mad — her excesses had prematurely developed the germs of insanity [..]"

2) Divorce was nearly impossible anyway.

There had only been around 300 divorces in English history at the time. Almost all of them were husbands divorcing their wives for committing adultery. Only a handful of divorces had succesfully been obtained by women, and they were only in cases where the husband had committed incestuous adultery or bigamy, and was extremely physically cruel. So technically after his bigamy attempt, Bertha may have had more grounds to obtain a divorce than Rochester would have, if only she were lucid enough to do so. However, in that scenario infertility would have helped their case, and Adèle's existence would have harmed their case if he attempted to seek a divorce before marrying Jane. Though as the novel explains, Adèle is probably not his, she definitely would have been used against him, as would the fact that he kept Bertha's existence a secret in England. But he wouldn't have tried for divorce that late in the game anyway, considering it was one of the most difficult options.

3) Female adultery was your best bet at divorce or separation, and this probably wasn't applicable to Mr. & Mrs. Rochester.

Although some scholars claim that there is subtext hinting that Bertha was adulterous (which some adaptations, like the 2006, include), you needed substantial proof of the adultery, which Rochester may not have had if it did occur. Being a proud man, he also wouldn't have wanted to be humiliated in that way by letting it be publicly known (as shame is one of his main reasons for hiding their marriage to begin with).

However, I lean toward the idea that Bertha may not have committed adultery. If she definitively did, seeing how affected Rochester was by Céline cheating on him (he shot her lover in revenge and left her with a stipend), if he ever suspected adultery on Bertha's part then I'm sure he would have been at court the very next day. I also think Rochester tries not to be too much of a hypocrite, and he is well aware that he himself is an adulterer, so he probably doesn't want to accuse Bertha of a crime he's committed and which he couldn't definitively prove she did.

Rochester does talk about hating Bertha's "vices" when they lived together, citing drinking, arguing, cruelty to servants, cursing, her being "unchaste," a "harlot," etc. - the last epithets, combined with her supposed lack of morality, and her being described as seductive, heavily imply that adultery could be added to her list of offenses. However, if she did truly cheat on him as well, I don't see why he wouldn't plainly tell this to Jane as well. I would imagine it would be his first complaint, and it would probably be considered his most justifiable reason against her by their cultural standards.

I don't see why he wouldn't jump to take Bertha's infidelity as an opportunity to defend his own actions, considering how open he is with Jane about his own adultery and being cheated on by Cèline Varens. While I can see how some of the textual evidence may strongly suggest Bertha's adultery, we cannot be fully certain, and that may be because Rochester himself is not fully certain. I cannot see why he wouldn't have sought legal advice on that account alone.

In short, if Bertha was an adulterer, there must have been no evidence to convict her.

Also: while the double-standard may seem odd and trivial to us, the reason why female adultery held more weight than male adultery has entirely to due with old patriarchal inheritance laws; i.e the risk of a wife getting extramaritally pregnant and passing the illegitimate child off as her husband's heir was considered too great of an affront. A man could have as many bastards as he wanted because he would know they were bastards and were not at risk of inheriting his stuff. One needed legitimate heirs to justify passing on one's ancestral wealth to. Essentially, marriage was a mere economic tool, and the economy was and is inherently patriarchal. I digress.

4) Rochester's lack of social & economic leverage, and risk of social ruin in general.

Only the wealthiest of the wealthy could obtain divorce or official separation, and it often led to social ruin. Rochester is rich, but he has no title and no great network of supporters due to being a younger son and having been abroad for most of the past 15 years (this was the length of his marriage to Bertha, stated by Mr. Briggs during the bigamous wedding attempt). He doesn't have as much leverage as Lord and Lady Byron had.

To continue on official separation, like Lady and Lord Byron obtained. Just like divorce, this was also a messy and scandalous legal proceeding, and required numerous good reasons to obtain, and being well-connected Lords and Ladies really helped your case. You also needed many witnesses and written statements as evidence. Bertha's family, as we see with Mason, would have been unhelpful to Rochester, and due to his shame and secrecy, no one could really testify on his behalf I'm assuming.

5) Unofficial separation would have been inconvenient, especially in regards to living situations.

Aside from divorce, which was extremely rare, extremely controversial, and only for the wealthiest members of society — there were unofficial and official separations. An unofficial separation was simply living apart from one another. I've often wondered why Rochester didn't simply move Grace Poole and Bertha somewhere else, but my main theory is that it would have been cost ineffective, and due to his family who were implied to be shitty, he probably really didn't want to live at Thornfield anyway so thought it would be convenient to place her there. Rochester says it would be dangerous to place her in his other residence of Ferndean:

"[..] though I possess an old house, Ferndean Manor, even more retired and hidden than this, where I could have lodged her safely enough, had not a scruple about the unhealthiness of the situation, in the heart of a wood, made my conscience recoil from the arrangement. Probably those damp walls would soon have eased me of her charge: but to each villain his own vice; and mine is not a tendency to indirect assassination, even of what I most hate."

6) Annulment was likely impossible given their circumstances.

Annulment means evaporating the marriage, acting as if it never existed, that it was a mistake. This was rare and only granted in unique circumstances, and I believe it was more common with aristocracy and royals. I believe you could possibly get an annulment if you could prove that the spouse was insane at the time of the wedding and you did not know. However, Bertha did not begin to truly deteriorate until after they had been living together for a bit. And while Rochester says that he did not know her mother was in an asylum until after the wedding, having an insane mother doesn't mean that you are insane, which Bertha clearly wasn't at that point, at least not in a way that people would have publicly acknowledged, since Rochester says she attended parties and her hand was highly sought after.

Generally, the longer a marriage had gone on, the harder it was to prove why it could not go on. Rochester says that he and Bertha "lived together" for "four years" in Jamaica while her condition deteriorated and he tried to make things work. And again, after the wedding he found out her mother was "mad, and shut up in a lunatic asylum." So we have more reasons for Rochester's difficulty: the fear of Bertha going to an asylum while she was still mostly lucid in those first four years, combined with the fact that they openly lived together and certainly must have consummated their marriage (things which would further prevent annulment), and were certainly publicly recognized as a couple in Spanish Town society, and her family wanting the marriage to continue so she could have children of "good race" i.e. to produce heirs.

Here's an important passage that to me suggests that Rochester and Bertha not only had an initial flirtation but likely consummated their marriage, likely had a passionate sexual relationship for some time, and likely implies his feelings for her were more complex than we'd initially assume, making annulment not so clear-cut of an option to him at the time:

"My father said nothing about her money; but he told me Miss Mason was the boast of Spanish Town for her beauty: and this was no lie. I found her a fine woman, in the style of Blanche Ingram; tall, dark, and majestic. Her family wished to secure me because I was of a good race; and so did she. They showed her to me in parties, splendidly dressed. I seldom saw her alone, and had very little private conversation with her. She flattered me, and lavishly displayed for my pleasure her charms and accomplishments. All the men in her circle seemed to admire her and envy me. I was dazzled, stimulated: my senses were excited; and being ignorant, raw, and inexperienced, I thought I loved her. There is no folly so besotted that the idiotic rivalries of society, the prurience, the rashness, the blindness of youth, will not hurry a man to its commission. Her relatives encouraged me; competitors piqued me; she allured me: a marriage was achieved almost before I knew where I was. Oh, I have no respect for myself when I think of that act! — an agony of inward contempt masters me. I never loved, I never esteemed, I did not even know her."

7) Spousal abandonment wasn't possible, and on some level he honored his legal and financial obligations to her and the Mason family.

Bertha's family likely refused to house her for legal and personal reasons, and spousal abandonment was forbidden due to the husband's financial responsibility as well as the law of coverture (a wife became her husband's full legal responsibility; some say "property"). Like we see in Anne's Tenant of Wildfell Hall, if a woman ran away from their spouse they would have to live in obscurity and be at risk of being sussed out. You couldn't just abandon your partner. Still, people did, because it was the easiest route to take.

But the more upper-class you were, and the more financial entanglements you had, the more inconvenient this was. We know that Rochester and his family became enmeshed with the Mason family, and he got a lot of money from Bertha, so her father likely would have taken him to court. At any rate, Rochester was legally bound to bring Bertha with him to England when he left Jamaica. If he attempted to abandon her in Jamaica, the backlash it would have brought would have brought him social ruin and foiled his chances at getting away with any bigamy attempts.

All this brings us to a further notice of Bertha's family situation. Based on Charlotte Brontë's positive comments about Rochester's character (https://www.tumblr.com/burningvelvet/731403104856195072/in-a-letter-to-w-s-williams-14-august-1848) I see no reason to suspect him, like many feminist critics do, of being an unreliable narrator or of lying about Bertha Mason's history. Everyone is entitled to their opinions, and in mine, that is simply not the novel Charlotte wrote. By her own admission, she wanted his narrative to be a path to further goodness.

It makes no narrative sense for our explanation of his and Bertha's history to be full of lies when he's trying to make ammends with Jane, who never suspects him of lying during his admission, but who does critique him and figure he'd tire of her like she was one of his many mistresses. Jane wonders if Rochester would lock her in an attic too, which he refutes on the basis that he loves her more than he loved Bertha when she was sane, and so he would care for Jane himself. Jane also tells him that it's not Bertha's fault that she's mad. So in my opinion, if Charlotte wanted us to believe Rochester was lying about his and Bertha's history to make himself look better or Bertha look worse, I don't see why she would have been vague about it, and I don't see why Jane wouldn't have called it out like she does everything else. I don't think Rochester is really a villain who locked his harmless wife in the attic for giggles; I think he weighed most of his options and found, like most people back then and even today, that keeping his problems locked up and ignored was the best solution.

Now, on with the point. I have often wondered why Rochester didn't simply "unofficially separate" from Bertha by leaving her with her family when he left. Why did he take her to England? Why didn't he just run away? It wasn't because he was an evil villain who wanted to keep her as a trophy. It's because 1) I don't think her father would have let him, as he was so quick to marry her off, 2) he felt obligated to her, and 3) it was criminal for men to abandon their wives, and it would have attracted publicity, which is what Rochester was avoiding by taking Bertha to England and sheltering her in secrecy.

Many claim that Rochester's adultery is a betrayal of his wife; and while religiously, narratively, socially, we can accept this statement, it was not legally a crime. While Rochester does honor his financial and legal obligations to his wife and her family, he does not take the religious part of the vows into account, and that's why he's cosmically punished and only rewarded after he repents, as he explains toward the end of the novel.

Another interesting point is that when Rochester recounts his decision to move back to England, he tells us that Bertha had already been declared insane in Jamaica and that she was already confined there (presumably around the 4 year anniversary before they left), meaning her father probably knew about confinement:

"One night I had been awakened by her yells (since the medical men had pronounced her mad, she had of course been shut up) — it was a fiery West Indian night; [..]"

Locking away "insane" people was standard procedure then, and if this was done with Bertha's father's knowledge, considering he locked his own wife away in an asylum, then this further absolves Rochester of a lot of the blame in my opinion. It more than likely wasn't his idea to lock her away, but the advice of "the medical men" and presumably her father's consultation as well.

8) Even if he divorced or separated from her, he couldn't remarry. Attempting these, or getting caught attempting abandonment, would have brought negative publicity that would have likely prevented the success of any future bigamy attempts. To him, secrecy and bigamy seemed better chances at securing happiness than the social ruin and likely failure the other options would have brought him.

Aside from Rochester's own explanation (which I supplied in #2 re: the separation veto inherent to Bertha's insanity), the other biggest reason as to why Rochester wouldn't seek a separation/divorce even if she hadn't been declared insane and even if he were willing to accuse her of adultery truthfully or not, is due to the fact that one could not legally remarry upon separation or divorce (unless you were Henry VIII and got God's permission lol). Rochester's impossible dream is that he wants to be married to someone he really loves, and if secrecy and bigamy are his only options then he is willing to succumb; this is shown in numerous passages:

"[..] I could reform — I have strength yet for that — if— but where is the use of thinking of it, hampered, burdened, cursed as I am? Besides, since happiness is irrevocably denied me, I have a right to get pleasure out of life: and I will get it, cost what it may."

"I will keep my word: I will break obstacles to happiness, to goodness — yes, goodness; I wish to be a better man than I have been; than I am — as Job's leviathan broke the spear, the dart, and the habergeon, hinderances which others count as iron and brass, I will esteem but straw and rotten wood."

"Is there not love in my heart, and constancy in my resolves? It will expiate at God's tribunal. I know my Maker sanctions what I do. For the world's judgment — I wash my hands thereof. For man's opinion — I defy it."

Closing remarks on the above's validity: I can't cite all my sources because a lot of this stuff I learned from lectures via my professor who specializes in 19th century English literature & history. But here's some recently published information from a historian, taken from "Inside the World of Bridgerton: True Stories of Regency High Society" by Catherine Curzon (2023):

"And if you were one of the newly-weds, you really did hope things would work out, because in the Regency till death do us part wasn't just an expression. As the Prince Regent himself had learned when he separated from his wife within eighteen months of their marriage, obtaining a divorce in Regency England was no easy matter. He never achieved it, and for those who did the stakes could be high and the cost ruinous in every sense."

"Until the passing of the Matrimonial Causes Act of 1857, which legalized divorce in the civil courts, it was governed by the ecclesiastical courts, and the Church didn't end a marriage without very, very good reason. Even these divorces didn't allow a couple to remarry, though, and they were more akin to what we would today call a legal separation, with no shared legal or financial responsibilities going forward. It was freedom, but only to a point."

"The only way to obtain a complete dissolution that allowed for remarriage was to secure a parliamentary divorce, and these were notoriously difficult to obtain. They began with a criminal conversation case, because they relied on adultery by one of the parties to make them even a slight possibility. If a woman committed crim. con., her life in polite society was over."

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nonbinary-eddie-munson · 2 years ago

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Steve is Robins beard/no upside down AU where Robin and Steve run away and get married after Robin graduates because she gets outed in the last few weeks of highschool and its the only way to stop her parents from sending her to a christan all girls college.

Originally the cover up plan is for Robin and Steve to tell her parents that they just recently started dating and a girl in band started the rumor about Robin being a lesbian because she was jealous and hoped it would make Steve and Robin break up. They can fake date and then "break up" after Robin goes off to college in Chicago, claiming the distance was too much.

Robins mom is fully ready to accept this as fact, after all it will do so much for their status in town if her daughter marries into the Harrington family

Robins dad, on the other hand, hates the idea of his only daughter being with the son of Richard Harrington. He watched the bastard play with his sisters heart in highschool before running off to marry some rich girl and will be damned if he sees the same happen to his daughter. No it will be better if he put an end to all of this and ships her off to Mount Saint Marys so she never has to see the Harrington boy again.

Cue Robin and Steve aided by Joyce and Hopper making a plan for them to run away because Steve will be damned if all of Robins dreams are crushed because her father wants to be an over protective asshole. They decide the easiest way to stop her dad from tracking them down and forcing Robin to come home is if they get married.

So the night after graduation, Robin sneaks out of her house and steals away into the night with Steve. They drive all night until they make it to chicago as the sun is rising. Joyce has a cousin who lives in the city and is willing to let Robin and Steve stay in her spare room until they get settled.

Carina has the same motherly warmth as Joyce, though she never married or had kids instead choosing to live with her " Capital R Roomate" Marjorie. Of course, the two women know the truth of Robin and Steves situation and as soon as the court house opens, they bear witness as Steve and Robin sign the marriage papers and offically become Steve and Robin Buckley-Harrington

They actually fought quite a bit on last names Steve insisting that he should take the last name Buckley because fuck his parents, while Robin still angry at her father wanted to become a Harrington just to spite him. Carina is the one who convinces them to hyphenate after, to her horror and amusement they suggest combining their lastnames and becoming the Buckington's (Steves idea) or the Harringley's (Robins idea)

Steve and Robin find jobs together at a local coffee shop and after Robins first semester at school working towards a degree in linguistics, Steve decides to apply for community college eventually deciding he wants to become a school councilor, he loves working with kids and hey if he can help atleast one kid all the schooling will be worth it.

Steve and Robin love the city and once they both graduate -Robin ending up adding a teaching degree in with her linguitics- they get jobs teaching at a local middle school Steve as the guidance counciler and Robin teaching French and Latin. They talk briefly about getting divorced after a few years but after almost dying in a fire together when starcourt burned down they're trauma bonded for life, honestly steve doesnt know who he was kidding thinking he'd be fine staying in Hawkins until the kids graduated while Robin went off to Chicago.

Carina and Marjorie introduce Robin and Steve to the queer scene in Chicago and Steve has his bisexual awakening. Robin becomes Steves beard just as much as he is hers. They both date around a bit, but nothing serious ever comes of it theres not many people who can handle the combined force that is "Steve And Robin Platonic With A Capital P Soulmates"

Enter professional substitute teacher/drama club advisor Eddie Munson and brand new lead journalist of the Chicago Tribune Nancy Wheeler, who are both confused, gay and unwilling to be homewreckers but cant help but to be sucked into Robin and Steves orbit all the same

#teachers au #except nancy shes a journalist who meets robin when shes asked to come in a set up a booth for career day #no upside down #platonic stobin #steddie #ronance #im actually in the process of writing this but im a slow writer and have final school papers coming up #which ive been procrastinating by writing this instead #Run Away With Me AU

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I used to think I don’t about love & infidelity as long as there is money & a desirable lifestyle. Now at 25, seeing the dynamic of the stay at home girlfriend relationships something in my brain switched. At that glitters truly isn’t gold. After a few yrs of being with a rich man, don’t you they realize the riches start to become ordinary? At age 40, will curated instagram posts of ur “relationship goals” & designer goods still distract from the blandness of the relationship in the same way it did in ur 20s-30s? If the relationship is transactional; ur youth & beauty, exchanged for his money & fame, don’t u realize this dynamic does not lean towards ur benefit as a woman? Don’t they realize superficial relationships such as these once ur youth fades his gaze will wander? Selling ur youth to a man who isn’t sure of u is a betrayal to urself. He can divorce at 55, still be rich, create a new family with a 25 yr old version of u while ur now age 55 depending on monthly checks from him, with a few of his kids & a old house he left u. Will u, a woman, start over as easily as he did at age 55 getting a 25 yr old to marry & play step parent ? Good luck with that. Youth for women is what money is for men. The difference is, one is fleeting & majority of wags fail to realize that. The man can find a way to earn more money, the woman, (despite surgeries & creams) can not find a way to earn more youth. This is why it’s crucial to marry a man that is boastful of u, respects, & through his actions has proven commitment. Connor Mcdavid cheated on Lauren Kyle in the peak of her youth, so what’s stopping him from cheating when she’s 50 & he, a man of status & wealth, can still attract 20 yr olds with no effort? They dated 9 YEARS, yet he magically proposes 1 yr after being caught on video cheating? Connor publicly humiliated Lauren & didn’t respect her enough to publicly apologize. Kobe Bryant who had cheating allegations admitted at a press conference to his infidelity & publicly apologized for the shame he brought to his wife. Connor didn’t just have allegations he was on VIDEO cheating, yet didn’t bother to to post even a pathetic generic IG story apologizing in Lauren’s honor,he rather let his fans call Lauren a gold digger & doormat under her IG pictures still to this day. But his sudden urge to propose 1yr after cheating makes it better, right? Coincidently 1 yr after Connor conveniently proposed, his other lap dog Leon Drasaital magically felt the same urge as Connor & proposes after 7 YEARS of dating Celeste Desjardins & oddly 2 weeks before Connor’s wedding. 7 yrs dating a man whose trying to finish school, or work up to financially provide is understandable. But 7 yrs of dating is a lifetime when the man has nothing to worry about besides being paid millions to literally play a game while u wait tending to his home playing house keeper & dog watcher. Did Leon know Celeste was the one? No. But he did know he wants to keep up with the one he prioritizes, captain Mcdavid (who by the way didn’t bother to claim Leon as a best man…) So Lauren with a man who publicly cheated, doesn’t respect respect or protect her, looks as “excited” with her as he does when doing post game media. And Celeste, with a man who kept her as a placeholder for 7 years, until out of pressure finally decided he was ready to commit to marriage despite the fact she’s been committed to centering her world around him, so much that for the past 5 yrs she been publicly online making imaginary wedding Pinterest boards & uploading pictures with him on Pinterest with the tags #couplegoals #wag #Nhlwag #model #hockeyWags and also started following engagement ring accounts and various accounts about “tips advice to getting a man to commit” on IG 3 days after her bestie got engaged. A fairytale manufactured inside of a misogynistic nightmare is the only way to describe these 2 relationships. This is all my meaningless observation of course. Time will tell. Actions will speak for themselves, as they always do. I’ve seen this story before.

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#WillYouStillLoveMeWhenImNoLongerYoungAndBeautiful #LaurenDesjardins sorry i meant #LaurenKyle and #CelesteDesjardins #LeonMcdavid sorry I meant #LeonDraisaitl and #ConnorMcCheater aka #ConnorMcdavid

That was brilliant! I'm sure many here will unconditionally agree with you! Thank you

The girls from Edmonton still have time to have children and provide for themselves based on this fact. But those who did not receive a ring or a child and lost decades on an unequal union - they are in complete ass

#lauren kyle #edmonton oilers #celeste desjardins #hockey gossip #sidney crosby #kathy leutner #pens wags #pittsburgh penguins #leon draisaitl #connor mcdavid

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Sinbad (Magi) and his divorced wife (modern au please, or if you don't feel comfortable with that, you can do it in the regular world)

Reader divorced him because of how he viewed things and how close he would get with other women, she's kinda gay

And Sinbad is kind of sad because of the fact that the only woman he truly loved wants nothing to do with him.

Even add a gremlin, a kid to the mix if it entertains you!!

Pls 💛

You don't have to if you don't want too!!

Sinbad x ex-wife!reader

Cw: fem reader, written in second person, english isn't my first language, you have an adopted kid, disloyalty from him, idk.

A/n: thank you for requesting and im so sorry for taking so long to do your request, writer's block be hitting harder lately. Hope you enjoy it mwah!!

How many times had he entertained the young women who threw themselves at him in the middle of your dates, right in front of your eyes?

Never could you say anything about it as its not like he was really cheating on you, he was "just playing" as he loved to say. It drove you insane.

In addition to his borderline unfaithfulness, there was also his questionable morals and the things he did to get what he wanted. All of it always rubbed you the wrong way but you fought to love him anyway.

But as we all know, ine can only fight for so long.

All of it kept adding up and and you found yourself bothe sat at the kitchen table. You slide him a paper - a divorce settlement document.

He tried to give you excuses and promised he would change but you were set, there's no way you'd lock yourself in a toxic cycle of wrong-doing, excises, and forgivness forever.

After the divorce,

You went on with your life like nothing happend

Of course it still stung to part from the man you loved oh so much but you had to move on.

Weeks pass and he isn't the same anymore. He went out to different bars and surrounded himself with ladies, reminding himself that he didn't need you.

What a conman.

He desperately needed you. Being a man of his position there wasn't many he could trust, somehow he opened up to you and gave you his heart. He knew how precious your love was to him yet he ruined it - entirely by himself. He'll never experience somehing like this again.

Guilt hollowing him as he grieves the missing part of him and as he thinks of the sadness he caused you. He'd become a waste.

Fast forward, you grew as a person and became successful, no longer the women you used to be.

Things kept getting better and better for you as if taking the weed out of your life made place for a rich and flowery garden to bloom effervescently.

You could finally breath.

Long after, you adopted a gremlin a kid!

You gave them the ever best life they deserved and enjoy life as a successful mother and child. Life simply couldn't get better.

Then he saw you.

Then you saw him.

He couldn't belive it's, the then live of his life standing right in front of him after years of no contact.

"H-hi..." He uttered, trying his best to make himself sound more confident - it failed.

"Hello" you replied coldly.

A long awkward silence took over when you decide to walk away before he starts to question about your life or worst - enter it again.

"I should go" you sai as you walk past him but barely a couple step away and he grips your wrist.

Tho he was strong, his hold on you was gentle, almost pleading.

"Please wait? Can we talk?" He asks trying his best to think of ways to have you remain by him even for a little longer.

"What is there to talk about sinbad? We're over"

You say curtly, not wanting to go weak and give in to him in the way is face begged you to.

He notices the young child beside and questions flooded his mind. 'A child? Was it hers? Ours? Hasd she found someone new? How much of their lives have i missed?' Then guilt came back stronger than ever, not being made easy but the way the kid clutched on your trousers.

"Mom, who's that?" They ask innocently.

"An old friend, dear" you smile at your child lovingly.

An old friend, those words rung in his head like hell bells.

He let go of your wrist and she walked away.

You sufferd through him, why shouldn't he? Regardless of how he feels you have more to care about.

He'll find a way to heal, you wish him that much. But for now the only thoughts in your head is what you're going to do today to make this day unforgettable for your child and yourself.

#magi the labyrinth of magic #magi the kingdom of magic #magi the adventures of sinbad #magi x reader #magi #sinbad x y/n #sinbad x you #sinbad x reader #sinbad #x reader #sin city wasn't made for you~~~#he's an asshole but i love him #he is my scrunkly #orh's #from orh to etheriia

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The Affair ch7

AU: human ceo sukuna x female reader

Contains: wet dreams, angry sukuna, Sad sukuna, heart broken, depression, drinking, out at a club, bad strangers, sukuna beating up people, smut,

Summary: Sukuna and you both had to move on with life, but still the memories of each other still haunted the mind. You could not escape sukuna just like he could not escape you. People around him had started to noticed how different he is acting. What happens when you finally see sukuna after all this time? Will you give in or turn the other way?

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The whole moment replayed in your head over and over. You didn't get any sleep that night. You cried for most of it. The heart ache drained you so much. The memories of sukuna ran through your mind and you started to cry out again. You haven't even gotten out of bed the whole time. Feeling like everything is over laying there feeling the depression start to rip you apart.

In the morning sukuna didn't want to get up, his head hurt and eyes were still red. He looked through his phone laying in bed seeing the pictures he saved of you and put his face into his pillow. Everything was his fault, all he does is hurt people. From him firing his employees because they annoyed him to cheating on his wife and using you. He doesn't deserve anything in life, he doesn't deserve you, not even love.

But sukuna had to get up to do things. He still has his business to run and needs to file divorce. As he called a few people and filed a meeting for the divorce it was set in motion to do the paperwork, he had sent his wife an email of the time, place and date. He let out a sigh and got dressed in a simple dress shirt and pants then hid in his office not coming out. The office was still trashed so he took that time to clean up. His employees were starting to question where their boss was because he usually always came out to get coffee.

You didn't want to eat feeling so heartbroken you didn't want to move but you also didn't want to be those women who cry over a man for months and think the world is over. But you were so in love with him that it hurts to even think that he did this. As you tried to eat cereal you started to tear up and sat on the couch curling into yourself crying again. It was hard to just walk away from that life. He was everything to you.

A week passed and sukuna was finally strong enough to come out of hiding but his employees all noticed his energy, the look of depression and the tired eyes. Some had asked if he was alright others moved out of his way. All he did was tell him that he is fine and just had bad sleep. That was the same answer he gave them everyday and they knew it was a lie.

They all caught on when they didn't see Yami walking around and her office was closed off. Soon all the rumors started to spread like wildfire. Everything saying she left him, to an affair, to her being pregnant, and possibly him killing her because he is in the yukuza.

All the rumors that annoyed sukuna to the bone and gave them threats if he ever heard anyone speak of them. Even if one is true he didn't want to hear it.

Gojo started to hang out with him bringing sukuna food and just trying to cheer him up like old times, even inviting him to a club but that didn't work.

Sukuna never thought he would see himself signing divorce papers ever in his life but here he is finally going back to the single life. Now yami was finally free woman to do as she pleases.

Being the good friend that satoru is, he did his own digging around and found out yami was pregnant and it wasn't sukuna's. She did cheat on him with a man for a while then ended up getting pregnant by someone who wasn't rich but lived a normal life but he is just as bad as her. Since they both wanted to use sukuna as a cash grab. He didn't understand why she was so open with gojo to tell him everything. Could be because she was over the sneaking around since everything came out already.

Sukuna sits at his desk running his hands over his face letting out a heavy sigh after hearing this from satoru. He really appreciates this man for the work he does to find every detail of something from someone. Now he just wanted to know how you are.

You had texted your friends what had happened between you and sukuna since you had been telling them you didn't want to hang out. An hour later you heard a knock at your door with femal voices calling out to you. You groaned and walked to the door opening to see your friends standing there smiling. "What are you guys doing here?"

Liz smiled and said "here to take you out and find a better man." Cerin pushed her a little saying "we are here to see our girl and make her happy with a girls night tonight." Jasmine held up a bottle and said "we got alcohol ".

You smiled for the first time in a week and let them in. You brought out all your blankets and pillows to the living room helping the girls make a sleeping space in front of the tv after moving the table and couch. With a movie playing in the background, Liz brought some of your cups to start pouring drinks while Jasmine started to make dinner. You wanted to get up and help or clean up your home but they stopped you from doing anything. Cerin had brought out some of your stuffed animals and placed them next to you.

With your friends around you, eating, talking and making you laugh again. You feel happy then look at them saying "guys you are the best friends I can ask for and I appreciate all of you for helping me." They saw the tears fill your eyes and immediately hugged you telling you not to cry trying to comfort you.

As music was put on for background noise as you cuddled into your blanket with your friends and after the alcohol was being poured the talk about sukuna began.

As you held your cup taking sips liz said "so when are we going to go kill him." Jasmine said "he is a jerk." Cerin giggled saying "he is still hot but all hot guys have a dark secret. What did he do when you found out and confronted him?"

They looked at you and listened while you told them what happened in his office. Him pleading for you to stay. He didn't feel happy with his wife. All he wanted was to have a love life with someone who cares for him.

"Wow you had sex with him a lot too" Liz said as you blushed and looked away saying "yes." Jasmine softly smiled and said "did you really love him." You frowned and held a plush cat playing with its paws saying "I told him he is all I want in my life. I really loved him. I still love him. I am pissed off that he did this. When I yelled at him telling him to leave me alone he held my wrist forcing me to stay and I slapped him."

They gasped and started throwing questions about sukuna. "I don't know what happened afterwards but he just stood there hurt and I ran off. I couldn't do it anymore with him. But deep down I miss him."

Liz took a drink and said "what did his bitch say about this, how did you find out about this affair anyway?" You sighed, setting your drink down. "Surprisingly his wife showed up at my door and told me. She didn't sound mad or anything, she just smiled telling me the truth and walked away."

Cerin leaned forward looking at you. "Hey does not sound strange. Usually if a wife finds out about a affair she flips her shit and kicks the man out or leaves. But she comes to you calmly, tells you what happens and leaves. Do you guys think she knew?" Liz smirked saying "it's possible. I would have beat his ass and the woman if I was cheated on."

You shrugged and said "I don't know but I don't want to see him." The girls respected your decisions and after having a little more to drink and gossip about other topics it was decided to go to sleep.

"Sukuna, someone is going to see us." "No they won't, it's just us here. Just me and my beautiful". As he looked in your eyes pulling your naked body against him feeling they way your hips rocked. The grassy field and cherry blossom trees around him and you. Deep moans left him feeling your rock harder on him hearing your soft pleasurable cry for him. "Ryomen my love. I love you." He thrusted harder about to release.

"Sukuna!"

Sukuna woke up in a gasp and opened his eyes to see satoru looking at him with a smirk on his face. "Was it a good dream? You are making a tent there and letting out groans." He sat up pushing gojo away and rubbed his face. "Get out of my face, creep. I bet you were enjoying it."

His friend laughed and turned away. "Or I bet you were dreaming of a certain woman. If you miss her that much then go and talk to her. Be the ryomen sukuna I know."

Sukuna sighed and looked away saying "I can't, she told me not to see her again. She hates me and will never take me back." He got up from the couch covering his hard on with his shirt balled up and went into his room to take a shower. Sukuna stood in the shower, his swollen cock still not going down and let out a growl. He grabbed himself, squeezing and pumping with thoughts of you. He moaned out your name laying his head back releasing onto the shower wall. Feeling guilty for even you having thoughts of you like this he pressed his forehead to the wall and closed his eyes. He missed you so much.

After being with your friends again you felt better and started to lose the thoughts of sukuna. He never went away, you still held onto the good times you shared with him. You still enjoyed the collectors book he bought for you. It's the greatest gift you got from anyone and it held a special place in your heart.

On the other note you had more time to do things because you had been in a depressed state for the past week you didn't go into work or called so they had to let you go. It was understandable because of the circumstances but it still sucked, you really that book store.

During the next two months you spent that time on unemployment money and searching for a new job. Your life was calm now but you still wondered if sukuna was alright. He didn't even bother to come see you but you did tell him to stay away.

You looked through your phone seeing the folder of pictures you still had of him and even hovered over his number to ask if he was alright but you decided not to. It's in the past right?

A secret you didn't tell your friends when your body betrayed you one day, feeling the arousal through your body after reading and all the thoughts. It was just another one of those times. You began to think of sukuna.

You bit your lip laying down in bed stripping down your panties and started to play with yourself. You began to think of sukuna. Remembering the way his tongue or fingers were playing with your folds. The feeling of his thick cock inside you. You moaned and plunged your toy deeper inside of yourself then you looked at your phone seeing the pictures of ryomen giving the smirks. "Ah fuck ryomen." You were needy for him and just wanted to find your release. To finally feel relaxed after all this. You creamed around your toy thinking of him and moaned his name. Just wanting to feel his body pressed against you as you trail your fingers across his tattoos.

During the aftermath of your blissful time you realized what you did and tossed the toy somewhere on the bed and hid your face under your blankets. Still looking at a picture of sukuna with a smile on his face and tears dare to form in your eyes. "Sukuna…I miss you so much"

The girls had their own plan with you when they came over unannounced at your door and you were still in a big shirt you slept in. "Women get dressed in something sexy. We are going to a club and you are coming with us. You need to get out of this damn apartment." Liz said as she ran inside along with the others.

You decided to go only because you want to spend time with them again but the only sexy looking dress you have is the one sukuna bought for you. Might as well not let it go to waste. You did like it very much. You put it on along with the leather sandals he bought with the dress. All those moments with him in this dress set in as you took a deep breath. When you walked out your friends stared at you with wide eyes and smiles hearing a whistle from them.

Jasmine ran over to you looking at the dress saying "where did you get this from?" You put your head down playing with your fingers saying "sukuna bought for me when he took me out on a date because I told him I didn't have a dress he took me out to buy me one at those expensive places." Liz pouted saying " where can I find a man like that?" Cerin smiled and said "y/n you look beautiful come on let's go."

Seeing the club you saw the girls show you pictures before of the place but you never been to it. The huge bar was on one side of the building and on the other end was a dance floor. There was a section for tables and booths to sit at. You and the girls walked over taking a table as they started to scan the place for potential dates or people to dance with.

You wanted to get water and a small drink so you left them to walk over to the bar seeing a man with black hair tied up in a bun. Black ear piercing and dark eyes with a smile on his face. "Hello dear, what can i get for you." You smiled at him ordering your drinks and walked away telling him thank you.

Geto watched you walk away and smiled recognizing the dress he had seen in pictures from a certain someone he then walked over to a roped off section of the club. Satoru looked over to see geto coming over.

"Well look who stops by bringing me my drink honey." Sukuna groaned saying "you two are annoying." Geto chuckled then said "hey sukuna show me that picture of the girl you love so much."

Sukuna threw up an eyebrow then pulled out his phone getting a picture of you to show and geto smiled wide. "Yep, that is her. She is here by the way, she just ordered drinks."

Sukuna could feel his heart race and body jolt with excitement. He hadn't seen you in two months and you just so happened to come to the same club he needed to go see you. He was about to get up as gojo grabbed his arm. "Where are you going? I don't think it's wise to ruin her night out."

He looked over to the other side scanning the tables then as if everything around him froze he saw you with your friends. Wearing that beautiful dress he bought for you, it warms his heart to know you still have it. "She looks beautiful."

Geto chuckled while walking away saying "give her time sukuna." He sat back down with a huff and crossed his arms over the table.

"Does everyone know about me and her now?" Satoru laughed. "No just the people close to you but there was that big talk in the building not seeing yami around any more then seeing the boxes leave from the elevator and her office door being closed now. I think people are starting to assume things now. Also most of them saw y/n run out crying."

Sukuna looked to the side away from gojo saying "don't remind me I still see her heart broken face all the time."

Liz nudged your side and said "hey look to your right there is a good looking guy staring at you." You turned to look and saw a guy with black hair and bright blue eyes look at you with a smirk plastered on his face and gave you a wink. You blushed and looked away as the girls started to giggle. Cerin smiled and said "go talk to him, he is cute." "Yea one dance is not going to hurt " Jasmine said trying to push you out of the seat.

"Alright, I am going, calm down."

You got up and walked over to him as he set his glass down. "Well hello there. I guess you caught my staring." You nodded with a shy smile and said "my friends told me to come over here." He smirked and said "that dress looks sexy on you by the way. Want to come dance with me."

You followed him to the dance floor not even knowing you walked through sukuna’s view as he watched you walk to dance with a stranger. Sukuna let out a growl while gojo told him to calm down but he knew what men are like in this club.

Hearing the beat of the music and feeling it through your body the man slid his hands across your hips pulling you to him while you danced with him. You smiled and turned around rolling your body against him as he did the same back to you. His hands roamed along your side as he chuckled against your ear. Feeling yourself get lost in the music while rubbing against a stranger you didn't even know.

After the dancing he took you back to his table as you waved at your friends seeing them smile at you. You sat at his table meeting his other friend hearing them talk as the other guy complimented you on your dress. You blushed, giving them a shy smile. But you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom to cool yourself down after the dancing.

Sukuna was watching you the whole time seeing the way the men stared at your ass when you walked away. He growled and got up casually and walked over as gojo watched him walk away knowing something was going to happen. The girls noticed sukuna started to nudge eachother and leaned in close talking amongst themselves wondering what he was doing here.

"Did you see the body on that thing?" The guy you were dancing with chuckled at his friend's comment and said "yea I know such a cute little thing but I want to see what she looks in bed." His friend smirked saying "I bet you can make her scream like a bitch." He laughed then said "I wonder what her pussy tastes and feels like I am going to give it to her hard rather she likes it or not."

Sukuna growled then placed a heavy hand onto his shoulder giving a hard squeeze. "I wouldn't talk about a lady like that." You friends leaned in closer to each other watching the scene in front of them.

"Who the fuck are you. Look I am sorry I got to the bitch first but you can have her next when I am done with the whore." Sukuna gave him a sinister smirk and eyes growing darker. "Oh I don't think you will lay a hand on her. She is mine. And I don't like that way you talk about her." The guy stood up and said "what are you going to do about it bitch." "Watch you bleed out on the floor."

The guy looked away with a scoff seeing his friend stand up as well then out of nowhere he threw a fist against sukuna’s mouth. That was when you came back to see sukuna getting punched in the face by the man you were dancing with. "Sukuna?!"

Sukuna didn't hear you as he growled with a wide smile with a look to kill the punch not phasing him. "I didn't like the way you touched my woman." He swung a fist back and slammed his knuckles into the guy's jaw knocking him over. The guy's friend was about to throw an attack but sukuna looked his way with a growl seeing the look in sukuna's red eyes then back away.

The security came and kicked them all out as he looked at sukuna walking him out saying "Mr sukuna get some rest go home we will see you later." Sukuna nodded, licking his busted lip then spit blood out, putting his head back with a sigh. All he could do is protect the woman who gave him so much in life. He wiped the remaining blood from his mouth and started to walk away going home.

"Ryomen!"

He perked up his head stopping in his tracks then looked over to see you running to him. His heart thumped hard against his chest. "Y/n?" A whisper of your name fell from his lips. You ran to him and stopped in front of him not saying a word and neither did he. It was just the two of you staring at each other as if seeing a ghost.

You raised a hand to his cheek then wiped your thumb across the cut on his lip getting some of his blood on your thumb. He watched you about to wipe the blood on your dress but he caught your wrist.

"Don't get your dress dirty. You love this dress." He pressed your hands to his chest, cleaning the blood off your thumb and onto his shirt.

"What were you doing here? Why did you get into a fight?"

Sukuna squeezed your hand lightly and avoided your gaze. "I was already here. I didn't know you were even here. The bartender we know saw you and told us. When I saw you dancing with that stranger I was upset." You frowned and held his hand back and ran your thumb over his bruised knuckle saying "you were jealous."

He looked at you saying "y/n i didn't like the way he was talking about you, calling you a bitch and being vulgar about your body." You sighed and said "well the night was ruined. I will probably just go home" He looked at you tilting his head saying "what about your friends won't they miss you?"

You took out your phone from your small bag texting them that you were going home but you were alright. Sukuna spoke up saying "I can take you home.. I don't want you walking by yourself." You let out a sigh taking his offer and texted your friends that you are getting dropped by sukuna. The girls smiled and started to giggle hoping that this moment you two will hook up again.

"I didn't drink tonight so I can drive you home. Don't want you walking looking like that." You smirked and scoffed saying "looking like a slut." He chuckled and held out his arm to you saying "no sexy and beautiful." A blush filled your cheeks still feeling warm from the alcohol you had tonight then you hooked your arm with his and walked with him to his car.

The drive filled with awkward silence until he broke it by asking you questions.

"It has been a while, how have you been?" You sighed looking out the window saying "how do you think I have been?" He frowned and stayed silent.

You glanced at him and talked. "I've been good recently. But I lost my job so now I am struggling with that. How is your marriage doing?"

Sukuna looked over at you then back at the road. "Umm I am not married anymore. I filed for divorce the day after. I also found out from one of my people that she was pregnant from another man and they were both trying to use me for money."

"That is fucked up. Kuna, I am sorry." He smiled slightly saying "don't be sorry you didn't cause anything." You grabbed his right hand as he raised an eyebrow wondering what you were doing. You looked at his knuckle seeing it red and bruised from punching the guy. "When I get to my place, come inside so I can fix this." Sukuna smiled as he drove to your building then parked the car. You sat there thinking if this was a good idea to even be around him but your heart says otherwise you just missed him so much.

You ignored all the feelings except for one which was the want of needing him. He walked you to your door watching you unlock it then stepped to the side to let him in. Sukuna stayed quiet as you did the same and brought him into your room to clean up his knuckle. He watched you bring out a cloth then sat next to him taking his hand to clean off the little bit of blood that was there. Sukuna kept his eyes on you while you cleaned him, he didn't make a move but he wanted to.

You put the stuff onto the table and looked at him seeing him give you soft eyes. His once crimson eyes that were filled with so much passion for you were now filled with sorrow and guilt. You missed everything from him, his warmth, his smile, the passion. Maybe you can just have it one time.

You reached up your hand to caress his cheek as he stared at you and nuzzled against your palm. Sukuna watched you move from your spot then got into his lap wrapping your arms around his neck. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around your torso holding you close while his face hid in the crook of your neck. He missed your touch, the smell of your skin and your warmth. The feeling of you pressed against him, he felt like home again.

"I am sorry. For all I did to you. I don't deserve to have you in my life. You should stay away from me. I am a selfish man and look what I did to you. Someone as beautiful as you does not deserve the pain that I have caused you. But it's hard to let you go. I still love you and I can not let you go."

You pulled away from him slightly looking into his tear filled eyes.

Fuck it.

You leaned forward smashing your lips against his. He didn't hesitate and pressed into your kiss pulling you closer to him. Sukuna is the only thing you want and the only thing you need.

This kiss between the two of you turned into a heated makeout. Tongues battling for dominance but he clearly wins. Tasting him and feeling his hands roam your body putting into a lustful heat. Your hands raked through his hair when he pulled away and placed his lips to your neck giving light peaks to your skin.

"Ryomen..I missed you a lot. I still love you, I never stopped."

His tongue slipped from his mouth licking a strip up your neck hearing a moan escape from you. "Hmm baby I missed hearing those sounds from you. I never stopped loving you and I never will." His hands trailed across your thighs and up under your dress to squeeze at your hips.

You moved away and grabbed the bottom of your dress taking it off leaving only your laces red panties on. Sukuna ran his eyes over your body then pressed you against him as he moved to lay you on the bed and roamed his hands up your body and cupped your breast. You moaned then pulled his face down to you kissing him lovingly. He gave you a quick kiss then trailing loving kisses down your neck over your collar and to your breast giving them a swirl of his tongue around your nipples.

Your back arched pressing yourself against him feeling his tongue on your breast while his hands slid down your body and hooked his fingers into your panties. He began to slide them down as you lifted your hips to make it easier for him to pull them off. Sukuna pulled away from you taking off his clothing letting you see his glory. The body you missed so much and missed having it mold against yours.

All you could do was keep your eyes locked onto his lustful red ones that were slowly coming back to life. Sukuna leaned over on top of you and slipped his hips between your legs as you opened yourself to him.

Everything in your mind was lost except for him. When you felt his cock push inside you let out a moan feeling him fill you up. The stuffed feeling inside you made you whimper and heart swell for how much you missed this with him.

Within a few minutes his hips pounded into you at a continuous rhythm.

The bed creaking and moans filled up your room. Your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to you. "Sukuna..I missed this." He nuzzled his face into your neck feeling you squeeze around his cock as he moaned into your neck. "I love you. I missed your body around me."

Feeling his cock slide across every part of you inside, pressing against that good spot over and over you started to chant his name. After a few more thrust sukuna groaned and started to ram inside you feeling your release as you threw back your head yelling his name. Sukuna held himself up and gave a last few hard thrust then painted your walls white with his warm seed.

Sukuna breathed heavily keeping himself from landing on top of you but you pulled him down feeling his body press down on top of you. To be in his arms and warmth again you teared up and started to cry. He looked at you pulling out and rolled onto his side pulling you to him.

"Sweetheart please don't cry."

"Ryomen. Why did you do any of this? Why did you lie to me? You knew how much I love you so why did you hurt me?"

Sukuna gulped and squeezed your body feeling his guilt after the sex high had subsided. "I didn't mean for you to get hurt. I didn't want to hurt you. I was lost in my own world. I want to have you in my life. I am sorry, please forgive me. Loving you was never a lie."

You cried into his neck holding onto him as he held you close and said "do you want me to leave?" You gave him a shake of your head, "I never want you to leave. You should know that."

Sukuna nuzzled into your pillow and grabbed a nearby blanket putting it over the two of you letting you cry your heart out. He could feel the warm tears on his chest.

He stayed awake a bit longer just staring at you running his fingers through your hair fixing it. Hearing you slowly calm down then fall asleep.

"I will be a better man just for you, beautiful. I promise with all my heart."

He put his arm around your hip and closed his eyes, feeling himself relax and his worries go away for the moment. Just happy to be in your arms again to lay in your bed beside you. He hates everything he has done and feels like he is not worthy of you. But the hopes he has of you still wanting him in the morning.

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