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dragonsoulage · 1 day ago

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How they eat it…

feat. Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer

They love it, they are addicted, they just can’t get enough of you and your pretty heaven down there. How eager they all are to just eat you up…

Hello friendos, here we are the next smutty smut I am uploading 👀💀 this time I felt like the AoT men deserved some attention or more like we deserved their attention xD so just have fun reading it 🤌🏻💕

Warnings: pūssy eating, face sitting, use of pet names, overstimulating

Wordcount: 4K

Levi Ackerman ~ The feral and mean captain

When you came in his office, like you did every day, as a good girlfriend, you didn't think you would end up sprawled out on his desk.

Not that this wouldn't have happened before. But he said he was hungry, little did you know, the only thing he was hungry for, was the paradise between your legs.

Not many things get off of his mind, it was so rare that he actually found time to relax.

Time to stop thinking, but hell, his brain stopped working on every heavy thought as soon as he had you on his tongue.

Tongue lapping at your pulsing pussy, hands around your thighs, holding you firm in place.

"Stop wiggling around so much, brat." he murmured between his ministrations.

Tongue laid flat against your cunt before licking up and then circling your swollen nub. It made your legs grew shaky every time he did that. And looked up at you, steel blue eyes, locked onto yours, not only did he devoured your delicious pussy, your very soul left your body when he looked at you like this.

Feral, you could tell he was so feral about your pussy.

No matter if he is actually inside you, feeling like the best place on earth, or if it's his tongue that danced around your sensitive flesh.

"Levi, I-I can't help, it's too much." you whimpered, and you were such a whiny slut for the captain. Even if you said it was too much, he knew you enjoyed it, the way you felt so hot on his mouth. Always these crashing orgasms he gave you, when he just couldn't stop, eating you out in the most feral way possible.

When Levi was hungry, he really was, and you shouldn't stop him from eating his meal

You heard a husky chuckle, what send vibrations through your pussy, made you clench around nothing.

"Too much? Always so whiny, but this pussy tells me otherwise, love." he answered you, before you felt his tongue wiggling his way inside.

And the sight, Levi's eyes rolled back, a groan was heard. Nearly as if this was even more satisfying than actual fucking you. Your taste addicting to him, your hands had found their way in his hair. Gently tugging on the raven black strands. His hands keeping you in place.

„You have some good pussy don't you?" it was not like he expected you to say anything, but shit, this pussy had him whipped. Face buried nose deep inside your sweet pussy.

All you could do was moan, heavy eyelids shutting because you felt the next organs approaching. Indeed, he used his whole lunch break to eat.

Even when the meal was your perfect pussy on his desk. „Do I, or are you just saying this because you are literally feral now?" you were able to say something in a complete sentence. Making him a little surprised. He stopped shortly, looking up at you, his lips glossy from your juices. Running down his chin. His look hard as usual, but with a certain spark in his eyes when it came to you.

He took one hand from your thighs, just to smear your slick arousal over your puffy clit, making you shudder nicely for him.

Maybe you had been too bold to tell him he is feral, as if he would not know that your taste was his weakness. But he could eat you out until his jaw hung slack, just to see you squirm.

„Feral? Says the one who is literally shoving my face towards her cute cunt." he pointed out gruffly, his thumb spreading your lower lips just a little.

He smirked before spitting right onto your sopping wet folds.

„You make it not easy with the way you eat-„ you were interrupted by a sudden swat right onto your precious cunt. Making you whine, looking at your captain with such needy eyes, eyes that pleaded for mercy.

„When you really want it feral, love... I do should use the last 10 minutes of my break and making you cum onto my face. Just so you clean up your mess." he saw it now as challenge, and before you could even discuss his tongue swirled around your swollen clit with such a precise movement. These probably would be the longest 10 minutes you would endure to cuming.

Eren Yeager ~ The unfair tease

„You are such a sloppy girl." you heard him chuckle before these wet noises and slurping sounds were heard. When Eren eats, you are literally not easy off the hook. Your legs dangling over his shoulders, eyes solemnly focused on this pink slit between your thighs.

Hands around your thighs loosely, because he just loved when you wiggled your snug cunt more into his face.

„You are just so damn pretty down here." Eren spoke in awe before his tongue flicked your small bundle of nerves. Then capturing it with his sheeny lips and sucked on it. Making your back arch and moan. „P-pretty?" was all you could ask before your head landed in the pillows again. Feeling his long hair tickling your thighs.

Although, your hot boyfriend was quite the vision. His brown hair framing his face with some strands, even when the most was in a small man bun. And the teal green eyes first looking at you, and how delicious you squirmed before they focused on the heaven between your legs.

„Well, a pretty girl, is pretty in all places." he replied to you against your heated flesh. Every time he ate you out, he made some breaks to justify teasing you. From licking all up and down your slit to simply kissing your outer lips with a cute ‚mwah'. His lips sheeny with all the slick from your pussy.

It was nearly torture, when he took his sweet time withe you, teasing and kissing, licking everywhere but not where you needed.

Just to watch how you bucked up your hips. Squirming in his grasp.

"Eren...'s not fair when you..." you tried to tell him that you wanted his mouth back on you.

You heard a chuckle from between your legs, and then his eyes darting up to look into your pretty face, your cheeks flushed to red, this cute needy expression.

"Oh, it's not fair to have such a perfect cunt, baby." he said to you low and husky, before leaning his head against your thigh, parting your thighs just a little more.

Thumbs coming up your outer lips to expose that sweet, swollen pearl that had you gasping for air when he touched it.

"Come on, be a good girl and be patient, still not done with her." Eren let you know before kissing your thigh, and then you got what you wanted.

His hot flexible muscle inside your sopping wet cunt, wiggling his way inside you, groaning at your taste and how your juices flowed into his mouth.

When he eats, he eats nasty, wanting everything from you. Having your thighs quivering.

Having his sweet princess moan so pretty and with her hands in his hair, pulling him closer.

No matter if you were a shy one or not, the fact he wanted that you tugged and pulled on him, just so his tongue could delve deeper. He liked hair pulling, not matter if it was yours or his.

"Is this fair enough to you, sweetheart?" he asked you in between before you looked down, his eyes closed shut, just to savor your taste, his favorite meal after a long day.

He could spend hours between your thighs.

Jaw locked and tensed, and still he would be hungry for more. Would eating you out until you begged him to stop.

In general, he loved having his girl sprawled out for him, always getting you so wet without his cock in the near of your pussy.

And when you were sloppy enough for his taste, only then he freed his thick length, coating himself in your juices, making you whine even more.

How his tip would always brush over your sensitive clit, nearly shoving in before dodging.

He was a merciless tease to you, just like now.... Fucking you with his tongue, only his tongue.

Making you all the cute noises and these squelches of your pussy, the way he slurped up every drop, it had him hooked.

The way he holds open your thighs, when he felt them shaking.

Just eagerly burying his head even more in your pussy. The pink tip of his tongue circled your clit again, before he snickered, after he heard that needy whine.

"Please Eren, am I not wet enough for you?" you pleaded head on the pillows and so needy, you wanted to cum so badly. But he always stopped before you had the slightest chance to ride that wave.

"Oh, you are dripping, babygirl. And I just love that...just a little more." he murmured before you felt his nose brushed your clit and his tongue was inside you.... It will still take some time until he would give you his dick you wanted so much.

Armin Arlert ~ The greedy boy

"Keep going baby, grind that...ah grind that perfect pussy on my face." his smooth voice urged you, hands on your hips trying to move them for you.

Armin was always like a lovesick puppy as soon as he had his girl's pussy on his mouth.

Eager to lick up every drop from you, tasting every sweet release he could coax out of your breathless form.

You were a goddess for this boy, when eating you out, he just loved it when you rode his face.

Your pristine cunt smashing down his face, suffocating him so he could just die happy.

He knew he would, breathing you in and his skilled tongue, it made you feel like you were on cloud 9.

One of your hands, in his blonde hair, massaging his scalp and you were panting, whimpering.

Even when you were on top, and technically in charge, Armin was greedy.

"You are such a greedy boy, baby." you tried to speak, brows knit together as you felt slowly the next orgasm building up. Large hands went down to your ass, grabbing your soft flush, just to pull you even closer.

Hot tongue wiping so shamelessly over your clit, making you shudder, so he heard this cute noise again. And Armin? O hell he was gone, sky blue eyes fluttered open just to be able to catch a glimpse how you rode his face so elegant.

For him, you were so beautiful, and it was a privilege that you allowed him to taste you.

Addicted to your taste, your pussy was just so sweet to him, honey from the most delicious ambrosia.

His cute kisses in between, when you could listen how wet his pressed a kiss right onto your swollen nub.

"You are just so, pretty. Such a pretty girl. Tasting sooo good." he praised you, always told you what your self-worth needed, always telling you how perfect you were to him.

Your hips stuttered slightly, when your eyes rolled back, trying now more urgently to move back and forwards, your slick all smearing over his face, dripping down his chin. And he loved it, such a messy boy in bed.

You grabbed his hands, easing them from your ass, leading them right to your tits, he groaned, loved how good your tits fit into his hands. You were made for him, he was sure about this.

No matter what a big brain Armin had, sometimes he still couldn't explain why you were so satisfied with him, that you loved him...

"You are just too good to me, my good boy. You are my good boy, aren't you." you asked him, grabbing his hair just a little tighter now, as you then looked down.

What you saw... Armin, a total mess, literally whimpering just because your pussy was on his tongue.

A cute pink shade you could see over his nose and how hungry he devoured your cunt. His eyes reflecting with that pure need to satisfy you, over and over, wanting your praise.

How hard it was not to just beg you to ride his dick, because when you turned your head around, his neatly tugged away member was pulsing in his pants.

How you already could see he was leaking pre-cum, so, so much. You were sure when this would go on, Armin would just be cuming from eating you out.

His dick throbbing with so much contained need.

"I'm your good boy, ma'am." he replied before you heard that needy whimper, when he squeezed your tits, responding to the way you grabbed his head and pushed him nose deep inside your wet pussy.

You felt just so hot, so damn wet, just because he made these puppy eyes when pleasing you. That he found more pleasure in fucking his tongue inside your sloppy hole, to have you moaning because of him, than anything else.

Calling you ma'am because it turned you on, he could be so submissive, although when you allowed, shit he grew all feral over you.

You leaned just a little back, grabbing his throbbing member that was still covered from his beige pants.

And when you did, he whined, making your pussy clench in response.

"Shit, Armin, you are so hard." you murmured, you would be so ready to ride him, to move your talented hips in circles making his head spin.

When you wanted to pull away your addicting nectar from him, you didn't think you would have to deal with him, because no matter how desperate he was to spill his load, he wanted to make his girl cum first.

He was greedy, the future commander of Paradis, so greedy when it came to your pussy.

His elegant hands hastily grabbing your waist, just to glue you to his mouth.

"Not yet, want you to cum on my face first, pretty." he said to you, and there you heard this slight demanding edge in his voice, he served you but when he wanted something so bad he would make it clear....a submissive commander, just so eager to wiggle his tongue back inside your tight walls.

And when you heard his tone, it made your pussy flutter...

He did such good work, having you soon squirting all over his face, just to slurp up your juices and the having you propped up on his thick cock....

Jean Kirstein ~ The sloppy and filthy gentleman

Jean, was just so into it, when he ate your pussy, he really ate. He made out with your lower parts, giving it a nice smooch, before spitting so sloppy down on it.

He was nasty, and he weren't even ashamed of it.

"So fucking sweet, baby, you are just so sweet. Can't believe you made me wait all day..." he started to speak just to interrupt himself with laying his tongue flat against your slit, to lick it up oh, so slowly before pressing a kinda tender kiss against your pulsating clit.

"...to fucking taste you, it should be a crime for refusing me access to this, treasure." Jean ended his sentence, and well he liked to babble when he was so focused on your cunt.

Dirty blonde hair messy, because you had tangled your fingers in it.

Your chest heaving because he was so mean when eating pussy, although he never denied you your orgasms, no...he made it worse, urging you to cum on him, just to spray your syrupy juices all over his handsome face.

"Stop saying my pussy is a...fuck, babe." you wanted to complain, although it never was serious, trying to get him out of his hazy way to wipe his long tongue over your clit.

But as an answer, he just spit onto your pussy, smearing his saliva from your sensitive nub right down your clenching hole. Aching to be filled with him, and the noise you made?

Oh, that was so adorable how you chocked on your whimper. How your fingers grabbed his hair tighter.

"Let a gentleman enjoy his meal, darling. Otherwise, it's not nice, and you want to be a nice girl, for me, right?" he replied, but eyes focused on the spot between your thighs.

His thumb, just slightly teasing you, with sliding in just a tiny little bit, making your hips buck up, trying to get more, more, more.

He was anything but a gentleman right now, eating your pussy so messy, making out with it as if his life would depend on.

Groaning and rolling back his golden eyes. He could get drunk like this, without even needing whiskey.

"Please... I-I be a nice girl. Just...don't tease, I need you, Jean." you moaned so sweet, he loved hearing you like this.

His sweet girl, so needy and stuttering. Pussy just dripping onto his tongue, your candied nectar, everything he needed. Before you felt how, he just parted your outer lips a little more, exposing your clit to the cold air.

"Look at that, you are throbbing down here, so cute. How should I stop, giving her the attention she deserves?" Jean spoke out loud his thoughts, not even being ashamed he talked about your pussy. Blowing cold air over your heated flesh, making you hiss in response.

Tugging on his hair with a little more force. You were a nice girl, mostly. But he drove you crazy when he couldn't stop talking.

"Jean!" you repeated his name, but you just saw how his glossy lips closed around your nub, sucking it in and making your toes curl.

Flicking his pointy tongue over it, making you feel so high, you nearly could taste your next orgasm.

And Jean was so dirty, he sneaked one hand down his body, inside his pants, he was just so hard because of you.

So hard because of the way you responded to his touch. He kept his lips sealed around your clit for a further moment, sucking hard, making you gasp. Giving his balls a good squeeze.

His large hand wrapped around his length, feeling up and down his veiny shaft, while eating out his girl. Making him groan into you, what send a pleasant vibration through your core.

"Fuck, can't help when you are so delicious, gorgeous. Tell me, how much you want me to split you open, darling." he murmured husky before his tongue was back inside you, stroking your inner wall in such a precise perfection, it made you cry out.

Thighs shaking, and it didn't help when you looked down and saw that he was touching himself.

Jean was your tall, hot boyfriend, with literally the perfect dick, and he touched himself because he couldn't wait.

His thumb stroking over his leaking tip, no matter how composed he always seemed, how cool.

He was leaking and desperate for you, wanting all your juices in his mouth, down his chin.

You tried to think straight, but it was all gone when his tongue was inside you and his nose brushed against your clit, all while he fucked his hand to you.

"Want...ahh want you to fuck me, honey." you manage to choke out, and this had him so gone, feeling his dick throbbing in his hands, hastily pulling your one thigh more apart to have that better access, to nuzzle his face in your pussy.

So you felt his light beard tickle your soft inner thighs, making the sensation all the better, making you whimper.

And this was the moment, he would do anything he can just so you cum right in his mouth, squirting your essence on his tongue so he could make you fall apart on his dick right after that...

Connie Springer ~ The chaotic talker

When he ate you out, it was chaotic. Although it nearly seemed like he purred when he felt your hands ran through his short hair, not enough to actually pull on it but enough to ran your fingertips through it so lovingly.

Although Connie had a pace, it made you anything different from crying and being an overstimulated mess, so your thighs were always shaking so cute.

"Stay still, baby." he said to you, trying to keep your legs in his grasp, before pulling you closer to his eager mouth.

Literally nuzzling his head into your puffy folds, tongue exploring every crease and crevice of your pussy, and he never got bored by it.

"When you...ahh when you go that fast I can't do much about it." you replied to him shortly looked down and saw how his yellow eyes glint up at you, oh he lived for eating pussy.

No matter what treats he could have, you were his favorite.

Connie weren't a submissive one, not always at least, although he couldn't help when you were on top of him. But he lived for your praise, he loved to see you fall apart because of him.

Always think he weren't a great looker, not like you. Sometimes not really getting the fact he was able to pull you, a hot girl, a sweet girl, everything he wanted.

Always needing to prove it to himself that he could make you feel good.

"But you enjoy it, sweetheart. I know you do, otherwise your little needy pussy wouldn't be clenching around nothing." he chuckled and then took a moment to look down, just to see you clench, with a following snicker.

"As I told, you can't make your pussy lie, pretty." he said before diving back in, holding your spread legs open for him.

Propped between them, kissing your lips down there over and over again.

When you looked down you saw how his tongue flicked out eagerly lapping up your slick, you were dripping for him and he enjoyed it.

Maybe even more than you, he ached to be inside you, but he worked on his impatience, besides he never could leave his girl needy on his tongue, could he?

"She is so responsive for me, isn't she." he whispered against your cunt, and you just whimpered, he loved the filthy pussy talk.

Even when you laid there, with a heaving chest, just finally wanting to cum, but he teased, made you so wet and hot, that you were the impatient.

"So wet, so damn sweet. Hmmm...need to get her to talk a little more for me." Connie spoke before he just got a little up from his place, hovering over you, taking in your flushed state.

Your kiss bitten lips from making out with him, the way your top was halfway down because he just couldn't get enough of groping your tits when making out, this was what got him worked up in the first place.

Eyes wandering down to your pretty pink pussy. He tilted his head, why not trying a different angle?

And alone on the way he looked at you, you could see his brain cells working.

"Connie, what you are about to do?" you asked him, trying to catch your breath, and all you earned was a crooked smile.

Then he grabbed you, hands sliding down your creamy skin on your thighs, down to your ass. Grabbing the soft flesh, giving it a good measured squeeze.

Before he pulled you toward him, bringing your legs up to him, holding up your lower back so you were propped on your shoulders down the mattress.

"Switching things up, love. Got the feeling you would cum real good like this." he replied, holding you so secure in his hands before kissing your ankle, and then lowering his head.

His knees dig into the plush mattress of the bed, your hips bucking upwards, you felt a little embarrassed in this position, but it felt good, when Connie fucked his tongue inside your needy hole, before just spitting down on your cunt.

"Yeah that's it...you like it when I do this right?" he talked, holding you on your thighs up.

All you could do was whine and nod, but you weren't aware that he wasn't talking to you.

"Shhh, baby, talking to m other pretty girl here. Listen how good I make her feel." he just shhhd you, talking to your pussy, licking over your clit, what made you close your eyes shut.

"You talk to...never mind." you then decided to just take it as it was, his tongue feeling too good to question anything, your pussy drunk boyfriend said.

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shanefuckingscott · 17 hours ago

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Sheriff Grayson 🎀🎀🎀

Okay, I kinda wanna write Grayson fics, would you guys be into that? Okay, I'm just gonna keep writing police mommy

Warning: Slight Smut. Marcus. Can't tell the difference between colleague and coworker. barely proofread

🚫Men and Minors DNI🚫

You are a Junior officer that just graduated a couple months ago. You work as an enforcer now in Grayson's department, and you try your hardest not to look at her too long, or study her facial features, her body, the way she walks, the way she talks— yeah, you're kind of obsessed. You had a huge crush on her, the first time you guys met. She welcomed you, and her being the sheriff, she was often the one telling you what to do, and she's kind enough to teach you what you don't know. And boy, do you love it.

Every 'Hi' every 'goodmorning' every smile, and wave she sends you, you just feel like you have a mini heart attack right then and there. You try your best not to get your feelings in the way, however, since sheriff grayson was just very professional, and very kind. 'She's 40+ goddammit! Get a hold of yourself' you scream internally.

You kept that crush to yourself, though, not even telling your closest friends, and coworkers about it, when they ask if you have eyes for anyone at the department. Of course, as a professional-unprofessional, you just laugh, and point to a random person, and say "Hmmm, that, right there, they're pretty hot" and move on with your day. You were pretty easy on the eyes too, some of your colleagues, mainly Marcus had a huge crush on you, but you prefer women, but that didn't stop him from trying and hitting on you though. He often asks you for drinks sometimes after your shift was over, which you took upon once in awhile, as long as you had company, but when it's just you two, you decline.

Grayson was the only one you had eyes on anyways. But, you're probably not her type, you being young and unexperienced and all. But you do appreciate her kindness towards you, often, when Marcus hits on you during work hours, she's scold him, and tell you to just ignore him. Or when you have no clue what to do, she'll just assign you to do something easier. She'd offer to buy you lunch, when you'd overwork yourself too much, and she hears your stomach grumble too much. But you'd often decline since you don't want to abuse your sheriff's kindess too much, and you're not really used to someone caring like that, let alone your crush. So you'd just blush, and tell her "Oh, thank you, but really, I'm fine" You say, avoiding her gaze.

She chuckles, with her deep voice, you can hear it vibrate to be honest. You can see her adams apple, everytime she talks, and you find that so hot. "Nonsense. I insist, please, let me buy you lunch." When you politely decline again, she stands up and smile at, and then walk away. About half an hour later, you just came back drom using the bathroom, you find a paper bag on your desk, with a note that writes "I'm sorry for blatantly disobeying your wishes right noe, but you truly need something to eat. I asked some of your friends what food you like, so I got you this. 💕–G" and all you could do was cover your cheeks, and feel your face getting hotter and hotter. You try to hide your blush, and your smile, by sitting down quickly, and you try to find her, and you see her looking at you through the glass of her office, while she was talking with someone. She winks at you, and continues to talk, and all you could do was mouth a small 'Thank you' and open your lunch to see your favourite food in it. At this point your face was burning up, and your colleagues ask if you were doing alright, but you quickly answered– "Yep!" They chuckle, and you eat your lunch there, savoring the taste, and you keep looking at the note Grayson wrote you. You put it under your desk, to keep in with you forever.

This went on for awhile, and every time, you offer to pay her back, but she firmly declines. "No, I truly insist. I do this on my own accord, this isn't a debt, it's just my way of showing you kindness" She smiles, and rejects your offer to pay her back with money, and walks away, before you could even come up with an argument. You start giving back, though. You often bake for the whole precinct when you had time, but this time, you made some custom muffins for Grayson that you know she loves. She doesn't like it too sweet, so you just add more fruit, and less sugar, and you sneak it in her office once in awhile with a note that only contains a "❤️ -(your initial)" Each day, you crush for her was blossoming, but with that, you know that that's the only place your feelings would go. You know she only thinks of you as something platonic anyways, and you try your best to hide your blushes everytime you interact with her. It's just her face, and her neck when she talks, her eyes when she looks at you, that smug smile, and how good she looks in uniform that drives you insane.

One day, you finally arrested the guy on your case for months, and the whole precincts congratulated you. Marcus proposed drinking for the night, and everybody, except Grayson tagged along. "You kids go, I must stay here to finish off my paper work. With my age, do you really think I'm missing out on that much?" She convinces, but you feel a little sad she's not coming with you. But you try not to let it linger on your mind for too long. It was a huge achievement for you, and she did buy you your favourite candied apples for lunch that day, with a note that said "Congratulations! – G" and you kept that note in your wallet for the night.

You, and your colleagues went to the bar, and you drank all night long in celebratory for your biggest achievement yet. Your face was now red, and you were getting notably buzzed, and your body was relaxed, the tension gone, and your words slurred a little bit, and you were just over all just carefree. Your coworkers seemed to be a little tipsy too. You were just all laughing together, and Marcus seemed to fall asleep right then and there, he always asked for drinks, yet he can never hold his alcohol well.

You were buying another round when your co worker suddenly asked "So who do you like?" And you paused for a bit, and you just blinked at her. "I already told you that" You chuckle, and she laughs at you "Yeah, but we both know that's bullshit, so who is it?" You sigh, and finally tell them. "Fine, but, keep your mouths shut everyone... Grayson" They all audibly gasped, surprised, and they all hit your shoulder and laughed. "Grayson?! As in Sheriff Grayson?!" You feel your face burn up again, and you try to hide your face, they were laughing. When they finally calmed down, they hit you again, but this time, it's a lot more calmer. "Don't worry, we get it. We'll keep our mouths shut. Just don't tell mister sleepy head right there" She gestures over a drunk Marcus eith his head down, and they laugh at him.

The night goes smoothly, and you all had to go home. They left, and took marcus home, and you called a cab and went home.

The next day, when you went to work, everybody had hangovers. Everyone, but Marcus. He was looking at you with disgust, and you squint at him to make sure you were seeing right. He looked down on you, he spits, and turns away. You are notably confused, and you ask one of your coworkers that you were with last night. "What's up with him?" You ask them, and they looked oddly nervous, and they were choking alot. You're getting kind of angry at this point "Spit it out." They choke, and blink, and just point at him whispering something to Grayson. You didn't get it at first, but you finally realized what he was doing.

You look absolutely mortified, your face full of betrayal, as Grayson just looks at you for awhile. You both just made eye contact, her eyes going wide, when she finally broke it. 'That's it. I'm getting fired.' You look at your coworker, and demand answers. How could they betray you like this, you ask with tears in your eyes. They say sorry, and explain that last night, when you were all drunk, turns out Marcus was still awake. And heard EVERYTHING. At this point you juat wanted to get swallowed by the earth. You felt like shit. She wasn't supposed to know. Everything was going so well. "W-we're sorry, Y/n. We didn't know." They say trying to comfort you, but you just coldly brush them off. You feel like shit. You know it was your fault for telling them in the first place. they weren't supposed to know. And now it was out.

You were quiet the whole day, the whole week even. Grayson has been bringing you anymore lunch, and she wasn't talking or calling you into her office anymore. When you come across her, she just looks the other way. She doesn't smile, or say 'Hi' to you anymore, when you come in for work. Marcus had finally gotten the hint you just weren't into him, and he stopped trying to flirst with you. Often, he'd just point and laugh, at how pathetic you are, and try your best to ignore him as much as you can.

Till a couple weeks later. You were still quiet, and not talking to anyone else by now. You started to work even harder, just constantly overworking yourself now that you can't trust anyone in the precinct. You bury yourself in paperwork. If you're not doing that, you often just guard, and patrol through the city. Anything to keep your mind away from Grayson.

You can't help it, even when she's ignoring you, she's effortlessly intoxicating.

One rainy night, you were working overtime, trying to finish all your paper work at once since, tomorrow was a weekend, you don't want to have anything on your mind, other than relax at home, and get a drink. By the time you finished, you noticed officer Grayson in her office fixing her things, getting ready to leave. You quickly run out, to make sure you don't go home the same time as her, to avoid any awkward situations, so you run to the door.

It was pouring. You didn't have an umbrella. The one time it rains, the only time you didn't bring an umbrella with you. You were just standing right outside the door, to keep yourself from getting wet. You sigh, and sit on a chair, and wait for the rain to stop. You hear sheriff Grayson walk out the door, cursing under her breath, when she saw how strong the rain, and winds are. You tried your best to look away, and you reached to your pocket, and light a cigarette. She just stands there, across from you, and you notice she's looking at you.

You hear her chuckle. You look to the side, to see she's smiling right at you. You shyly smile back, and she softly opens her mouth "You know, smoking is bad for you my dear" She says, as she crosses arms and shakes her head. You look down, and take a long drag on your cigarette, and blow smoke to the other side. "Yeah, but, these past few weeks have been... Shitty." You confess. You can barely look her in the eye at this point.

She makes her way towards you, and pats your shoulder. "Mind telling me about it? I wanna make sure you're alright, dear. Sorry if I haven't been attentive these past few days. I have been... Busy." She says, but you can hear the slight hesitation in her voice, but still laced with comfort. You just sigh, and look at the floor, as if the floor was telling you something interesting. You laugh, dryly. You try not to cry, but your sniffles can still be heard. She pats your back, and takes your cigarette from you, placing it somewhere, and she crouches down to your level. "Are you okay, dove? Is something wrong?" She puts her rough and calloused hands on your shoulder, as you pathetically cry infront of her. You finally break. "I-I'm sorry Grayson. Everything was fine between us, but I got drunk, and told my c-coworkers I-I liked you, and it was a mistake, I shouldn't have said it, and now you're ignoring me, and I'm sorry for crying, I known it's dumb, I should just—" She cuts you off with a deep kiss. It takes you a completely comprehend what's happening. You put one of your arms to pull on the back of her hair, as you moan in the kiss. You pull back, and she pulls you back in. She's now putting hickies on your neck. You still can't believe this is real, so you push her away again, just to take a good look at her.

She stops, and she pushes you a little big, surprised by her own actions. "I-I'm sorry, that was unprofessional of me, I shouldn't have done that, I came off too strong, I apologize" She says, and you just blink and look at her. You giggle a bit still nervous about what just happened, and you grip her biceps "No, no, It's okay, I do like you, alot— I'm just— am I dreaming? Is this real? Are we doing this?" You ask her, looking into her beautiful grey eyes, and she smiles at you, and leans in "Yes, dove, this is real." she goes in to kiss you again, and you kiss her back with more passion, and it's slowly turning into a very horny make out session.

Lighting striked, and the two of you jumped. You both giggle, and she kissed your nose, and looks at you. "Sincerely, I am sorry for ignoring you the past few weeks, it was just so hard to believe that you liked me, I guess I got nervous. I do like you too, sweetheart, I just had to find a way to find the courage and do this with you." she admits, witch a small noticable blush on her cheeks, as she looks down at you, "Would you like to go on a date with me, dove?" She asks, her hand reaching for yours, as you stand up. You smile at her. "Yes, I'd love to" You kiss her knuckles.

The rain has gotten much weaker mow, and she takes her bag, to get an umbrella in it. "Do you want me to drive you home, love?" She asks you. You smile at her, as she offers her arm to you, and you gladly take it. You nod to her, and she puts the umbrella over your heads, as she takes you to her car. She opens the door for you like the gentlewoman she is, and kisses you hand as you go in.

She gets into the car, and asks you if you're comfortable. You nod, as you put your seatbelt on, and she drives you home. "Grayson? What did Marcus tell you exactly, when he...?" You look up at her, and ask her. She just chuckles, as she shift geers, (God, just thinking about it makes me—) "Oh, nothing you have to worry about dear. He just told me you liked me. I was in shock of course, and I wanted to talk to you about it. But, I knew if I did, I wouldn't be able to act professional around you, so I tried my best not to..." She explains. You look down, but she looks at you, and smiles to herself. "I'm glad I did now." She says to you. You could hear the smile in her voice. She puts a had on your leg, and rubs it. You touch her hand, and look up at her. "You mean it?" She chuckles, and she stops her car on the red light. She nods. She cups your cheeks, and leans in to give you a peck on the lips. You're now a blushing mess.

When you get to your destination, she parks right outside your house, waiting for you get your stuff. You were about to thank her, when she pulls your wrists, and leans in for another deep kiss. You were surprised at how clingy your Sheriff was, but you kissed her back. You climb on top of her, and slowly grind your hips on her thighs, as she's taking off her uniform. You pull away, only to go to her neck, and give her love bites. She chuckles. "hmm, my dove, I think I'm past the age where love bites look cool on me" You roll your eyes. "You're never to old for a little love, Gray" You tease, and she pulls you back into the kiss.

You guys make out for a while when you pull back and look at her. "Do you... Want to come in?" You ask her, with a cheeky smile. Your hair is all messy now. She chuckles, and presses her forehead against yours. "I'd love to." and with that, she takes her umbrella, and carries you into your house, and you spend the whole night 'Bonding' with your Sheriff. 😉

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I'm gonna end this right here, I'm not gonna go full on smut yet. I'm just testing the waters, if y'all would like me to make more Grayson fics, as much as I make Sevika fics. I love them both, I can't choose between them, so I think I might do both, but what do you think?

#arcane grayson x reader #enforcer grayson #arcane #arcane grayson #officer grayson #grayson arcane #arcane sevika #sevika #sevika my love #sevika x reader #grayson x reader #grayson x you #arcane smut #arcane fluff #arcane angst #angst comfort

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mizu0xox0 · 1 day ago

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Watching from afar.

[You x L&D's boys, reader is not mc, Isekai reader, unrequited love?,Angst no fluff.]

This was based on this Tik Tok I saw today:

It's been 365 days since you last arrived in this world. Into Linkon City, into the fictional world of Love and Deepspace the otome game that you've been playing for a while now well honestly you couldn't remember why you started playing the game. Was it the storyline? Character designs or the otome aspect? But whatever it was one thing was certain you never expected to be in this world. Hell, you weren't even supposed to exist here and yet here you are in a world not your own.

You were sure that you would have been like any human turned into a wanderer by now if you weren't saved by a hunter. A female hunter to be exact, you knew her but she didn't know you of course. The main character of the game, the female lead whom you spent hours upon end editing her face and making her look the way you wanted yourself to look. She was you but without any flaws or even if she had them you couldn't really nitpick anyone as you had many flaws. From then on that was your first encounter with your mc not that she knew you. She'd only know you as the person she saved from a wanderer attack like many others she's probably saved before as her duty as a hunter. However as you were escorted to safety a flash of silver and white passed by your and towards her. You caught a glimpse of her hunter colleague, Xavier. He looked worried well not that any ordinary person could tell but you had spent too much time with the hunter not that he'd know. He was probably checking on her to make sure she wasn't hurt from the wanderer attack in any way or form. While you were escorted to safety and left alone after being checked for any injuries.

The next encounter with her was during your visit to Akso hospital. You were there for a check-up after a few days from the wanderer attack, while there you heard a familiar giggle as you turn to see down the hallway was her and Dr Zayne. They were probably heading out for lunch considering it was lunchtime in Linkon right now. As they passed by you couldn't help but steal some glances at the all too familiar doctor. Hopefully they'd eat their fill, you wouldn't want the doctor to overwork himself to death but then again he wouldn't as he now had a reason to anchor him down to reality and remind him of his meals and breaks. But that someone wasn't you.

Your third encounter was on the streets of Linkon as a festival was happening. As you walk through the busy streets you hear the faint sounds of arguing but the playful kind. The voices sounded familiar, so you turn your head in the direction of where the voices came from. Ah the famous artist of Linkon, Rafayel and her. You see a plush keychain in her hand, probably deciding whether or not to get it but Rafayel snatches it out of her hand and pays for it either way. Saying how she wouldn't stare too long and put so much thought into something she wouldn't want plus the keychain was cute and cheap in the eyes of the artist. As the two walked further you're left alone and can only look as the figures grow smaller and smaller further down the street.

Your fourth encounter was during a snowy day in Linkon. Maybe you should've taken a look at the weather report as it was freezing. As you walked you accidentally bumped into someone. A taller male and oh her. As you apologized to the male for not looking while walking. Well you recognized the male, Sylus. The leader of Onychinus of the N109 zone. As you walked down the road probably to home, you could hear the warmth of Sylus and her. She was telling Sylus about how she recognized you as one of the civilians she saved from that night. Not that the white haired male knew you like you knew him.

Your last encounter was in the supermarket while shopping for some necessities. As you walked you passed by two people pushing a shopping cart. Well one of them was and that person was Caleb the Farspace Fleets Colonel. The other of course was her, the mc. Try as she would she couldn't reach the top shelf which had some snack she wanted so Caleb helped her by using his evol. Which was indeed a sight to see not that you could even see superpowers in your world. It was strange seeing them doing something so mundane yet filled with joy hurt you. Yet upon seeing the look on Caleb's face that feeling melted away as you continued for your hunt for items on your grocery list.

In the end as you sat at the cafe drinking you drink while looking at the setting sun. You knew you could never be the one whom he had come to the future for to save, you could never be the one who had him be cursed by the gods for loving you, you could never be his bride that he waited for 800 years, you could never be the one whose soul was bound to him and you could never be the friend who he grew with since childhood. Could never was a word too gentle and soft, no you would never be. No matter how much you could try to get involved in their lives you just weren't her plus it felt wrong. Trying to take something that was never yours in the first place. But you knew you could be happy even if it hurt you if they were happy with her. You would be satisfied just watching from a far being a side character in their stories.

Thank you for reading and sorry if any of the lore or characterization is wrong, please feel free to correct me if anything is wrong! Also Happy Chinese New Year may all of you have the best years ahead!

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okasuka · 1 day ago

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The wind howled over Gotham’s skyline, cold and sharp as a knife. Perched on the edge of a rooftop, Damian adjusted his cape, eyes trained on the figure beside him.

“You’re unusually quiet tonight,” he noted, watching her adjust the straps on her gauntlets.

She scoffed. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say.”

He shot her a side glance. “Doubtful.”

She exhaled, rocking back on her heels. “Alright, fine. I do have something to say, but I don’t know how to say it.”

“Just say it.”

She hesitated before blurting, “I’ll be at your school tomorrow.”

Silence.

Damian blinked. Once. Twice. “…Excuse me?”

“I—uh. Yeah.” She scratched the back of her head, avoiding his stare. “I’m transferring. Gotham Academy. Starting tomorrow.”

Damian’s mind short-circuited for a moment. His partner—the vigilante he had been working with for weeks, the one he had deemed competent enough to not be a complete liability—was going to be in his civilian life?

“You’re joking.”

“I’m really not.”

“That is—” He paused, struggling to find the right words. “—unexpected.”

“Tell me about it.” She sighed, resting her hands on her hips. “Look, I just figured I’d give you a heads-up, so you don’t, I don’t know, freak out or something.”

“I do not ‘freak out.’”

“Right, okay.” She nodded mockingly. “So if I say ‘hey, Damian, I’ll see you in Chemistry class,’ you’re totally cool with that?”

“…You’re in my Chemistry class?”

“Yeah, apparently.”

He folded his arms, frowning. “Do you at least have a cover story?”

She shrugged. “My dad got a job in Gotham, so we moved here. That’s the official version. Unofficially, I just thought it’d be nice to have some social torture to go with my nightly vigilantism.”

He exhaled sharply. “You’re going to be a disaster.”

“I know.”

Another beat of silence.

Damian finally sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fine. But if you embarrass yourself, I will not be seen with you.”

“Wow. Friendship.” She grinned, nudging him. “Anyway, see you tomorrow, Wayne.” With that, she shot off the rooftop, disappearing into the night.

Damian stood there for a long moment, scowling.

Tomorrow was going to be… interesting.

The Next Day – Gotham Academy

Damian sat at his usual seat, flipping through a textbook, trying to ignore the persistent chatter of his classmates. He had managed to convince himself that maybe—just maybe—last night had been some sort of sleep-deprived hallucination.

Then the door opened.

And there she was.

Standing awkwardly at the front of the class, arms stiff at her sides, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else.

“This is our new student,” the teacher announced. “Would you like to introduce yourself?”

She cleared her throat. “Uh. Hi. I’m—” Her eyes darted to Damian’s, and he swore she looked one step away from bolting. “I’m new.”

A pause.

Someone coughed.

The teacher arched an eyebrow. “Anything else?”

“Nope.”

Damian sighed. This was going to be an absolute nightmare.

Title: Rooftops & Roll Call (Pt. 2)

Damian had expected her to be awkward. That much had been obvious from their rooftop conversations. What he hadn’t expected was just how much of a walking disaster she would be in a social setting.

The moment she sat down—unfortunately, at the seat right next to him—she slouched like she was trying to disappear. He noticed the way she kept fidgeting with the sleeves of her hoodie, how she didn’t seem to know where to look, and how she flinched slightly whenever someone walked too close to her desk.

It was… frustrating to watch.

Not because he cared.

But because she was his partner. And if she was this bad at blending in, someone would start asking questions.

At lunch, he made the mistake of watching her instead of eating. She had picked a table in the corner of the cafeteria, hunched over a book, headphones stuffed into her ears. That should have been the end of it.

Until three boys—seniors, judging by their size and smugness—walked over.

Damian immediately recognized the type. Privileged, overconfident, and endlessly entertained by picking on people who wouldn’t fight back.

He stiffened.

One of them knocked on her table. “Yo, new girl.”

She blinked up at them, eyes wide behind her glasses. “Uh… hi?”

“Bit weird to sit alone, don’t you think?”

She furrowed her brows. “I—I mean, not really?”

Another one snickered. “So what’s your deal? You don’t talk, you don’t eat, and you dress like you just rolled out of bed.”

She opened her mouth, closed it, then muttered, “I don’t know how to respond to that.”

The first guy grinned. “See? Weird.”

Damian’s grip on his fork tightened.

They weren’t even being particularly creative—just the usual idiotic high school taunts—but for some reason, it bothered him more than it should. She could hold her own against criminals twice her size, but here, in a normal setting, she was completely out of her element.

One of them reached out and plucked her headphones off her neck. “What are you even listening to?”

“Hey—!” She shot up, grabbing for them, but the guy held them out of reach.

Damian was already moving.

His tray clattered as he stood, making his way over, voice sharp as a blade.

“Give them back.”

The boys turned, and their expressions shifted when they saw him.

“Wayne?” The leader of the group scoffed. “What, you babysitting the new girl?”

Damian tilted his head, gaze cold. “I said. Give them back.”

For a second, they hesitated. Then, with a forced chuckle, the guy tossed the headphones back onto the table. “Relax, man. We were just messing around.”

Damian didn’t respond. Just stood there, staring them down until they got the message and walked off.

Silence.

She slowly sat back down, picking up her headphones with a slight tremble in her hands. “…Thanks.”

Damian exhaled, sitting across from her. “You need to stand up for yourself.”

“I can stand up for myself just fine,” she muttered. “I just wasn’t expecting to get tag-teamed by three varsity-level jackasses before lunch.”

He watched as she fumbled to shove her headphones back in her bag. Her hands were still shaking.

Without thinking, he reached across the table and covered one with his own.

She froze.

His brain caught up a second too late.

This was… a mistake.

His fingers curled slightly before he withdrew his hand, clearing his throat. “They won’t bother you again.”

She stared at him, blinking rapidly, before giving a tiny, lopsided smile. “Guess having Gotham’s resident rich kid on my side has its perks.”

Something in his chest tightened.

He scowled. “Just eat your lunch.”

She grinned, and for some reason, he found himself looking anywhere but at her.

Title: Rooftops & Roll Call (Pt. 3)

By the time lunch was over, Damian had convinced himself that whatever weird feeling had settled in his chest was just residual annoyance. Nothing else.

But then came their next class.

History.

Damian had no particular fondness for the subject, but it was tolerable. What was quickly becoming intolerable, however, was his new desk partner’s apparent inability to sit still.

She tapped her pencil. Clicked her pen. Shifted in her chair every two minutes. And worst of all—she kept mumbling to herself under her breath, clearly not realizing how loud she was.

Damian shot her a warning glance. She either didn’t notice or pretended not to.

The teacher droned on about something irrelevant, and he forced himself to focus—until he heard her mutter:

“—seriously, how did Napoleon even fit all that ego into his tiny little body?”

Damian nearly choked.

Unfortunately, so did the student in front of them, who failed to suppress a snort of laughter.

The teacher paused mid-lecture, eyes narrowing. “Something funny?”

Silence.

Damian stayed perfectly still, waiting for her to take the out.

She did not.

Instead, she, for some reason, chose to double down. “I mean… yeah?”

A few students snickered.

Damian exhaled slowly.

The teacher folded his arms. “Since you seem so eager to share, why don’t you come up here and give the class a lesson on Napoleon, Miss…?”

“…Y/N.” She visibly shrank into her chair. “And, uh. That’s okay. I was just—”

“No, please. Educate us.”

Her eyes darted to Damian’s, panic creeping in. He gave her a deadpan look that very clearly said, You did this to yourself.

She hesitated—then made a choice that surprised even him.

She stood up.

Cleared her throat.

And loudly announced: “Napoleon was a tiny French guy with anger issues, and he was so mad about it that he tried to conquer Europe. The end.”

Silence.

Someone stifled a laugh.

The teacher’s eye twitched. “Out.”

“What—?”

“Out. Into the hall. Now.”

She sighed dramatically, grabbing her books and trudging toward the door like she was being sent to the guillotine. Before stepping out, she turned to Damian and muttered, “See you in exile, Wayne.”

The door clicked shut.

The classroom erupted into laughter.

Damian pinched the bridge of his nose.

He was definitely catching feelings, and he hated it.

Title: Rooftops & Roll Call (Pt. 4)

By the time the final bell rang, Damian was already exhausted.

Not because of school—Gotham Academy’s workload was nothing compared to League of Assassins training—but because of her.

After getting kicked out of history, she had returned to class completely unfazed, like public humiliation was just part of her daily routine. Then, for the rest of the day, she had proceeded to:

1. Nearly trip over her own feet in the hallway.

2. Drop her books twice during Calculus.

3. Accidentally lock herself in a janitor’s closet for five minutes before Damian found her.

She was a walking disaster. A liability. A menace.

And yet, for some stupid, irrational reason, Damian found himself glancing at her too often, making sure she wasn’t getting into any more trouble.

Now, as they stepped out of the school gates, he mentally prepared to say a quick goodbye and retreat to the Batcave.

But Gotham had other plans.

The same three seniors from lunch were leaning against the school fence, chatting amongst themselves. The moment they spotted her, they exchanged grins.

Damian already knew where this was going.

One of them stepped forward, fake-friendly. “Yo, new girl.”

She tensed. “Oh. Uh. Hey?”

The guy smirked. “Rough first day?”

She forced a chuckle. “You could say that.”

His friend snickered. “You really gonna survive here? You seem kinda… delicate.”

Damian scoffed. Delicate? She had nearly broken his wrist during a sparring match last week.

But she just gave a stiff shrug, obviously uncomfortable. “I’ll manage.”

The third guy grinned, eyeing her up and down. “You know, we could help with that. Show you around, make sure you don’t get too lost.”

The flirtation in his tone was obvious. So was her discomfort.

She forced a smile. “That’s, um. Nice of you, but I’m—”

“Oh, come on.” He stepped closer. “Don’t be shy.”

That was it.

Before she could react, Damian grabbed her hand.

Her eyes snapped to his, startled. “What—?”

He ignored her. “We’re leaving.”

The guys raised their eyebrows. “Damn, Wayne, didn’t know you had dibs.”

His grip on her hand tightened. “I suggest you shut up.”

That wiped the smirk off their faces.

Without another word, Damian pulled her away from the group, weaving through the crowd until they were blocks away from the school.

She stumbled to keep up. “Uh. Damian? Where are we going?”

“The manor.”

Her eyes widened. “The Wayne Manor?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

She huffed. “Oh, well, that clears everything up.”

But she didn’t let go.

And, for some reason, neither did he.

Title: Rooftops & Roll Call (Pt. 5)**

By the time they reached the manor, she was still slightly out of breath. Not from the walk—she was a vigilante, not some out-of-shape civilian—but from the sheer absurdity of the situation.

Damian Wayne, the ever-composed, always-serious heir to the Bat, had just grabbed her hand and practically dragged her away from those guys.

Weird.

She didn’t hate it, though.

“Alright,” she exhaled, stepping into his enormous, ridiculously fancy home. “So, uh. What now?”

He was already heading toward the study, clearly expecting her to follow. “We work.”

“…On what?”

“Data,” he said simply, opening up his laptop at the desk.

Right. Vigilante stuff.

She plopped down beside him, pulling her chair closer. “What are we looking at?”

“Surveillance footage from last night. I’m compiling a report on the East End movement patterns.”

She nodded. “Cool, cool.” Then leaned in, peering at the screen.

A little too close.

Damian stiffened immediately.

She didn’t notice.

Her face was inches from his, and in her attempt to get a better look, she rested one hand on the desk for balance—accidentally pushing her chest forward.

Directly toward his face.

His entire body locked up.

Heat crept up his neck, spreading rapidly to his ears. He was keenly aware of how close she was, the scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her arm brushing against his.

This was not good.

“So, what are these heat signatures?” she asked, oblivious to the internal crisis happening right next to her.

Damian swallowed. Focus. Focus. “They—uh.” His voice cracked slightly, and he cleared his throat. “They indicate recent activity.”

She hummed in acknowledgment, leaning in even further.

He swore his soul nearly left his body.

“You okay?” she asked, glancing at him.

His jaw clenched. “I’m fine.”

She tilted her head. “You look kinda… flustered.”

“I am not—” He inhaled sharply, forcing himself to stay calm. “—flustered.”

She narrowed her eyes, skeptical. Then, as if finally realizing their proximity, she pulled back slightly. “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t mean to invade your space.”

Too late. The damage was done.

She went back to studying the screen, completely unaware that Damian had turned bright red and was currently struggling to remember how to breathe.

This was definitely a problem.

Title: Rooftops & Roll Call (Pt. 6)**

After their “data session”—which Damian would not be thinking about ever again—she had somehow convinced him to spar.

Which, in hindsight, was a mistake.

Not because she was unskilled. No, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that Damian was still hyper-aware of her presence in a way he absolutely should not be.

It was irritating. Distracting.

And to make things worse, Dick was here.

“Come on, little bro,” Dick grinned, leaning against the wall of the training room. “I didn’t know you sparred with friends.”

Damian scowled. “I spar with worthy opponents.”

“Aw, so she’s worthy?”

His eye twitched. “Leave.”

She chuckled, stretching her arms. “It’s fine. I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Dick smirked, but said nothing.

They squared up in the center of the mat, circling each other.

Damian made the first move—fast, controlled. She dodged smoothly, ducking under his arm before aiming a strike at his side. He blocked it easily, countering with a sweep kick that she barely avoided.

She was good.

Which made it worse.

Because every time she moved, his brain unhelpfully reminded him of how close they were, how easily their bodies slotted into the fight.

This was fine. He could handle this.

Until Dick—the absolute menace—decided to interfere.

Just as Damian lunged forward, Dick nudged his back.

It wasn’t enough to send him flying, but it was enough to throw him off balance.

Which meant that instead of executing a perfectly clean strike—

He collided into her.

And they fell.

Hard.

Damian landed directly on top of her, his hands barely catching the mat on either side of her head.

Her very startled face was inches from his.

He could feel her breath.

The world froze.

And then—

The door opened.

“What is going on here?”

Bruce’s voice.

Damian’s soul left his body.

Slowly, stiffly, he turned his head.

Bruce stood at the entrance, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

Dick, the traitor, was dying laughing in the background.

Damian opened his mouth—

She beat him to it.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

She blinked. “…Actually, I don’t know what it looks like, but whatever it is, it’s not that.”

Damian groaned.

This was an absolute nightmare.

Title: Rooftops & Roll Call (Pt. 7)**

Damian was never going to recover from that.

Bruce hadn’t said anything after she scrambled to her feet, face red, and sputtered out an explanation that only made things worse. But the look he gave Damian before walking away had been enough.

Even hours later, lying in his bed, Damian was still fuming.

Not at her.

Not at Bruce.

But at Dick.

That traitor was probably still laughing about it.

Damian sighed, staring at the ceiling. He needed to sleep.

He couldn’t.

After thirty minutes of lying there, completely restless, he finally got up and made his way downstairs.

And, as if the universe wasn’t already testing his patience, he wasn’t alone.

She was on the couch, curled up under a blanket, scrolling through the Batcave’s movie selection on the giant screen.

She looked up when he entered. “Can’t sleep?”

He exhaled. “No.”

She hummed. “Same.” Then she patted the seat next to her. “Wanna watch something?”

He hesitated.

Then, against his better judgment, sat down.

She grinned, clicking on some random action movie. “Figured this was a safe bet. Nothing romantic, no awkward tension, just things exploding.”

Damian huffed. “Good.”

Twenty minutes in, he wasn’t even paying attention to the movie anymore.

He was paying attention to her.

The way she curled into the blanket, the way she absentmindedly tapped her fingers against her thigh, the way she chewed on her bottom lip whenever the characters were in danger.

His pulse picked up.

This was ridiculous. He needed to say something.

Before he could stop himself, the words were already coming out.

“I like you.”

She stiffened. “Uh. What?”

He turned fully toward her, voice steady. “I like you.”

Her mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. “Oh.”

She blinked. “That’s… um.”

She shifted awkwardly, clearly panicking.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re overthinking.”

“I am not—”

He cut her off by kissing her.

She made a surprised noise against his lips, her body going completely still for a moment.

Then, just as she started to kiss back—

He smirked, brushing his lips against hers.

“Shut up,” he mumbled.

Her breath hitched.

And just like that, her brain short-circuited.

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out of your league - paul x reader

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You stare at Emily’s smile as you whisper out a simple question.

“..Does it hurt?”

She shakes her head.

You agreed to go to lunch with her. She claims it’s been a while since you both have spent some alone time together.

It was huge. It was reddish and it looked fresh. She seemed lighter. Especially in the eyes. She looked even more happier if it were possible.

“Does it hurt to touch?” you ask and reach your hand and she swipes your hand away. Your hand is back in your lap. She was protective over it.

She hides the mark with her hair.

“Did it hurt when you got it?” you ask her.

“A bit….He did it while…We were you know…Climaxing.” she says in a whisper.

“Is that what’s supposed to happen?” you ask.

“Well, I don’t know…Old Quil says it could’ve helped relived the pain better.”

“Wow.” you breathed out.

“You think Paul will do it?” she asks before she takes a sip of her drink.

You shrug, “I don’t know..Maybe. He might.”

“You two are getting married soon. It’s basically the wolf marrying you.” she says. You nod.

“It’s like…I can hear what he’s thinking. He can hear what I’m thinking…It’s so surreal because it’s like imprinting times ten.” she says in a lovesick trance but she seemed very relaxed.

“Does it freak you out?”

“Surprisingly, no. Not at all.” she says with a light laugh.

“I’m happy for you.” you say and she beams with a smile.

Slowly, you walk in the home, closing the door. You hang up your jacket.

You were alone.

You close the door to your personal studio space. As your fingers worked the clay sculpture, your mind was focused on Emily’s mark.

It looked painful to anyone who didn’t know what was going on. Knowing how you felt around Paul and being imprinted to him, you wondered how it would feel when it’s amplified.

You were almost finished and you heard the door creak open.

His hands lift up the window.

“You need some fresh air in here.” Paul says and you pause your activities.

“Hello to you too.”

He grinned and planted a smooch on your face. You chuckled as it was sloppy on purpose.

“I’m hungry. You hungry?”

“Nah…Not really.” you answer.

“You’ve been here all day I bet.” he says.

“No..I went out to lunch with Emily earlier.” you tell him.

“Oh.”

“But, I can still make you something to eat.” you say as you rise up and go to wash your hands.

“You’ll never believe this shit.”

You bust out into a laugh as you plate his food, “What?”

“We have a female shifter.”

You raise your eyebrows.

“But…Why are people still shifting?” you ask thick in confusion.

He says a quick thank you before he digs in, “Who the fuck knows. I guess there’s still nomads out there.”

“So..This has never happened before?”

“No.” he says.

“What’s her name?”

“Leah Clearwater.”

You froze.

She was older than you. You definitely heard of her and seen her around only a handful of times since she was fairly popular. You both had never spoken. Last that you heard, she moved away after a couple years after graduating high school.

“She moved back?”

“Yeah.” he says with a sigh, “She’s a motherfucker to deal with.”

You would’ve laughed but you just couldn’t.

“What…What does she do?” you ask.

“It’s a fucking Sam marathon. I thought Sam was the bad guy as well but he can’t help who he imprints on. Even if it was her cousin.”

Things were starting to make sense.

“So….She feels Emily stole Sam from her.” you state. He confirms.

You sat in silence as you then hear how her little brother Seth, had also shifted.

Damn.

“How old is he?”

“Fifteen.”

“Poor kid”. you say quietly.

The next morning, you and Paul made your way to Emily’s.

Paul pushed open the door and sitting in a chair with her arms crossed, was short haired girl with a mean look that’s permanent on her face.

She looked over at you both. She looked a bit different since the last time you saw her, she had perfect dark long hair. It was cut now.

“What’s up, Paul.”

He nods at her greeting. She turns her head, glaring at Emily’s back. Emily turns around with a slight smile, you could tell she was a bit uncomfortable as she set food on the table.

You have a seat and the tension was so thick, a knife would’ve shredded in half from trying to slice it.

Sam strolls in with the others. They all say hello to you and Paul, a young boy comes in last as he eyes you curiously. You wave and his eyes light up with boyish charm and waves back.

“That’s Seth, Y/N.” Sam tells you.

“Nice to meet you.” you tell him politely.

“Yeah, you too.” Seth says.

Bella and Jacob sits next to you after Bella gives you a quick hug.

You were pleased to see that Angela came as well. She sits next to Embry at the large table. Quil and Jared bicker with each other as Kim sits quietly.

Things were okay until you noticed that Leah didn’t touch any food. Her plate was empty and her arms were still crossed as she glared at Emily. The entire time.

“You’re not gonna eat?” Jared asks her.

“No… Not her food.” Leah says bitterly as she tilted her head to continue to glare at her. Emily’s feelings looked hurt but she tried her best to keep her spirits high.

“Just eat, Lee.” you hear Seth tell his sister quietly. She only looks at her brother and he immediately gets the idea before he gives up on persuading her. She returns her glare back to Emily.

“Me and Jake’s going to the beach after this. Are you coming?” Bella asks you as people fell into other conversation.

“Sure. I’ve been cooped up lately.” you say.

”Y/N, what are you working on?” Emily asks, trying to ignore Leah’s hard pressed look.

“J-just a clay sculpture.” you say.

“You make sculptures?” Seth asks you. You just nod, “Yeah, something like that.” You were feeling the air be heavy. You hurry up to eat so you can leave.

“Slow down.” Paul tells you softly with a chuckle. If only he knew.

Plates were cleared as you rise up to take your plate to the sink.

“Do you want me to take yours?” you heard Kim’s voice. You turn from the sink and see that she was talking to Leah.

“Do whatever you want.” Leah says, still not letting Emily catch a break.

You felt a tap on your arm and see that Jacob was steering Bella out the door with his arm around her shoulder.

You follow them out.

You let out a breath when you both got to the beach.

Jacob cracks up.

“What. Was. That?” Bella asked as you all sat on a fallen log.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Leah.” Jacob says. Bella chuckles.

“That was so intense.” Bella says.

“Be glad you don’t have to see inside her mind.” Jacob says and grimaced a bit. You look at the waves.

“What did Emily even do? Did they not get along growing up or something?” Bella asks.

“Emily came to town when Sam went missing, she was supposed to help Leah find him. Sam imprinted on Emily. Emily rejected it at first but the pull to each other was too strong she just couldn’t ignore it anymore. Leah thinks Emily was creeping around with Sam the entire time he was missing and..It’s a mess.”

“Jeez.” Bella says.

“I mean…Sam couldn’t help it…Right?” Bella then asks. Jacob nods, “He can’t. Imprinting just happens.”

“I do feel bad. She has to watch her cousin and ex be together like it’s nothing. God, that would kill me.”

“Yeah. They were like sisters too. During the summer Emily would come here or Leah would go to Neah Bay.” Jacob says.

“Her brother is nice.” you say quietly.

“Yeah. He’s a good kid..Too bad he has to deal with this.” Jacob says.

“He’s like the polar opposite of his sister.” Bella replies.

Jacob chuckled at that.

“They were gonna get married too…” Jacob says.

“Damn.” you and Bella say at the same time.

“She’s definitely gonna freak when-” you freeze before shaking your head.

“What?” Jacob asks you.

“Nothing…” regretting that you opened your mouth.

“What? What? Spit it out.” Jacob says.

You breathe in, “You didn’t hear it from me…But…Sam marked Emily.”

“What?!” Jacob asks you in shock and his face showed he heard the biggest piece of gossip known to man.

You motion for him to quiet down.

“Wait, what? What’s marking?” Bella asks, not wanting to feel out of the loop.

“Shhh..” you say.

Jacob chuckles as he tells Bella, “It’s the solidity of the bond between the imprint and wolf. You don’t have to do it, but it’s like taking the imprint a step further. It’s not even a step, it’s just a whole new level.”

Bella eyes are frozen with slight shock, “Yeah, she’s gonna freak.”

“So Emily’s been covering it up.” Jacob observed.

“Yeah. She told and showed me over lunch.”

“When Leah finds out, we have to hide all of the knives.” Jacob says trying not to laugh.

“I don’t think she needs all of that. She will just tear Sam to pieces with her wolf.” Bella says.

Both you and Jacob hum in agreement.

You all make your way back to Emily’s after some time. Many of the others were gone. You heard talking in the living room.

That’s where you went.

“I’m so surprised you haven’t met your match.” you heard Leah’s voice say. You enter and Paul is lounging on the couch as he looked at her, “Nobody can beat me.”

“That cockiness still didn’t leave you.” she says with a grin.

“You call it cockiness, I call it confidence.”

Leah snorts as she looks up for a bit with a soft smile. It was the first time you seen her smile since meeting her. She looked at you when she realized you entered with Bella and Jacob. She didn’t say anything.

You go to sit next to Paul.

She gets up and goes out.

“Where are you going?” Paul asks her.

“Wherever the wind takes me.” she says humorously.

Paul shakes her head at her with a soft grin. He takes a look at you.

“You staying for dinner?”

“Maybe.” you say with a slight shrug. He then lays in your lap. Your hand rest in his hair.

“Jared told us you guys have a pool.” Jacob says.

“Jared needs to keep his freaking mouth shut I swear.” you mutter.

“Hey, what about me?” Bella says as she leans against Jacob.

“You get a pass… Jake still has to earn it.”

“Aw, what?” Jacob says as you and Bella chuckle.

Dinner was slightly better. Leah wasn’t there to make tension. Emily seemed much more relaxed.

Jacob being immature kept giving you and Bella looks. You only subtly shake your head at him.

“What?” Paul asks as he noticed.

“Nothing.” you say.

“So..Did you and Paul get a date yet?” Emily asks.

“Umm…No.” you say.

To be honest, you’ve been so busy with work that you didn’t get started on wedding planning.

“How come? This is exciting.” Bella asks.

“I’m loaded with commissions right now.” you say.

Going independent was supposed to make things easier. Now, it just seemed like people were tugging on your arm, fighting over you almost. The only good thing about it, seemed to be that you could keep all profits to yourself.

“I could help.” Jacob says.

“Yeah, no thanks.” you say. Sam and Paul laughed.

You closed the door to your small studio room, only for it to open again.

“Come on, Y/N.” Paul says.

“I’ll be there in a few.” you say as you sit down on your stool.

“You’re almost finished anyway.”

“I know. So, let me just finish.”

He stands there for a moment before eventually leaving you alone.

By the time you were finished, it was way past midnight. He snored softly in bed and you plant a small kiss on his cheek before laying down right next to him.

Larry invited you to his upcoming birthday bash in LA.

“Bring your fiancé.”

“If he says yes.” you say as you walk around a bit with the phone to your ear.

When he came in from patrol from earlier that morning, you step back from his smooch. He furrowed his eyebrows as he leaned back in. You softly smile.

“I want to ask you something really quick.”

“What?”

You tell him all about going to LA. He sighs. “I can’t. I would sneak out but, Sam put me with Leah for patrols.”

“Oh…Why you and not anyone else?” you ask as he pulled you into his lap as he sat on the couch.

“She doesn’t give me hell as much as she gives the others.” Paul chuckles a bit, “Sam’s words.”

You then chuckle a bit.

“Did you know each other before?”

He paused a bit. He then nods.

“Yeah…We weren’t tight or anything but she was actually cool before all of the Sam and Emily shit.”

You nod.

“Take Bella.”

“As if Jacob would let me.” you joke.

“You both went to Florida. He will be alright.”

You caress his cheek, “But, will you be alright?”

“I will miss you like crazy. But, I would rather you go where there’s sun instead of locking yourself in that damn room.”

“Hey, leave my room alone.” you say and he grins.

Bella looked up at you with excitement.

“Um yes! I would love to go.”

“Okay.” you say with a grin.

You sit down at the table after she placed her dinner for Charlie in the oven.

“What about Jake?”

“He will be alright…It’s LA. Come on.”

You laugh lightly.

“So, I get to meet the infamous godfather. Is he all macho?”

“No.” you say chuckling, “He’s actually really sweet. He will show us great hospitality.”

She’s happy with this.

“He asked me to bring Paul but..”

“Patrol?”

You nod.

“That sucks…Hopefully a time will come when they get travel with us. They’re the ones who really, I mean really, deserve a vacation.” Bella says. You agree.

You came home. Paul was asleep on his stomach. You were about to climb right into bed with him but you instead smooth your hands on his back.

He groaned awake and you stop feeling bad that you had woken him up.

“No, no, no. Keep going.” he says thick with sleep. You continue, applying pressure.

“Did you talk to Bella?” he asks.

“Yes. She said yes without hesitation.”

“That’s good…I did not want you going alone.”

“It’s LA. There’s no vampires.” you say with a soft smile as you climb on him to get a better angle.

“Yeah. But there’s guys who are human.”

You roll your eyes playfully but you wince a bit as you heard pops in his back but he hummed a satisfied noise.

“I have this right here. I don’t need anyone else.” you tell him.

He turns over and you’re still straddling him. His hands are firm on your hips. Your eyes immediately close as he forced them to move against his rock hard length. You open your eyes up to find that he was sleeping naked this entire time.

Soon, you’re pressed against him as he sits up and you’re sinking down on him with a breathy moan. His hands grip your back as you grip his. You felt the nips and open mouth kisses on your neck. He was god as you kept chanting it. He grunted as he asked you if it felt good. You agree with almost incoherent words.

You ate breakfast that he made you in the morning as you looked at him. He stuffed his face which made you chuckle a bit.

“What?”

“…I was just thinking..” you start.

“What?”

“Do you want…To mark me?”

He stops chewing.

He doesn’t answer.

You look at him.

You only resume eating as if you didn’t say anything. He did too. Eventually.

You wait with Bella at Emily’s while she waited for Jacob to get off of patrol.

Leah was there. She ignored Emily.

“I made brownies. You girls want some?” she asks as she entered the living room where you all where.

“Um..Sure.” Bella says. She rises and she looks to you. You rise as she was a bit frightened to walk past Leah by herself.

In the kitchen you both take slow bites. You both hoped that Jacob would hurry up. Sam made things worse by entering the kitchen from his bedroom.

Not even caring that Leah was in the living room, he places kisses over Emily’s face. She smiled a bit before pulling away and pushing a plate of brownies in his direction.

“You’re the best.”

You hung your head.

You heard a scoff. You look up to see Leah in the doorway of the kitchen. Pissed.

“That’s what he used to say by the way.” Leah says bitterly.

Sam sighs a bit as he realized his screwup.

“You’re a great baker as well. I’m sure you didn’t lose your touch.” Sam offered.

“Fuck. You.” she says with such weight.

She stormed out and you didn’t have to guess that she was in her wolf. Jacob comes in and hugs Bella. He takes a look at the environment as he eats the remainder of her brownie.

“What did you say this time?” he asks Sam.

“I just complimented her baking skills.” he says quietly.

It was silent for a moment before Jacob took it upon himself to silently let you and Bella know that you all could leave.

As you both were leaving out, Kim and Jared were entering the home.

“Em baked?” Jared says excitedly as he smelled the air.

“Go nuts.” you say quietly.

He doesn’t open the door but stands on the porch with Kim.

“Wait..Is it safe to go in?” Jared asks with caution.

“Yeah..Leah just left.” Jacob says.

“Oh.” he says with a slight wince as he takes a look at all of your faces.

“Why do you guys act like she’s the devil or something?” Kim asked. It’s quiet for a moment.

“We’re not.” Bella says.

“Please. You guys are. If it were any of you, don’t say you all would be smiles.”

“You ready to go?” Jacob asks Bella impatiently and she nods as she turns and takes his hand.

As you all walk to Jacob’s home, he shakes his head.

“We’re not mean. Right?” Bella asks as you both wheel your bikes.

“No. She��s just been trying to be Leah’s friend for some reason.” Jacob says.

“Really?” you ask.

“Yeah. Leah will be pleased to have a member of her fan club.” he says as he wheeled his own bike.

Coming back to Emily’s to see if Paul got back, you find him in the living room saying goodbyes to Leah.

“Alright see ya, Lee.” Paul tells her. She goes in and gives him a hug and he returns it.

She doesn’t look in your direction as she leaves out.

“You ready?” you finally ask him.

He nods once.

You both decided to walk home but it was silent.

“We should go sit at the beach.” you suggest quietly.

“Nah…”

You nod as you continue walking.

Paul flopped down on the couch as soon as you two came home.

“Come on, watch this with me.” he says as he was happy that his favorite movie was on.

You groan a bit, “I wish I could.”

“Why do you wish?” he asks.

“Deadline. Especially since I have to leave.”

“Oh…Hurry up so you can catch some of this.” he says trying to keep a cheerful attitude. You smile a bit.

Paul was asleep on the couch when you came out. It was very late, almost morning. You shook his thigh gently as you tried to wake him up but he was deep asleep.

“Paul.” you call. He blinks awake.

“What? I’m watching tv.”

You chuckle, “Liar.”

You pull his arm to tug him up and he gets up. He lays his head on your shoulder, almost making you fall but he catches you with a chuckle.

“Would quit acting silly?” you say. He’s still laughing.

His face was neutral as he watched you pack.

“It’s just the weekend right?”

“Yeah.” you say.

“What time again?”

“Sunday morning. I promise.” you say.

He watches you some more.

The day you and Bella touched down, you all went to an interactive art show. Bella made sure to bring her camera.

Larry’s girlfriend then made him a birthday dinner.

“No fucking way.” Larry laughs as he opens his gift from you.

“Happy birthday.” you say with a smile.

“Thank you so much, Y/N.” he says and gives you a big hug.

You sculpted him a piece of decor for him.

You appreciate the intimacy of the dinner because the next day, that’s when his party began.

For it to be Larry’s birthday party, the guests that came and brought people, made it into the own party. You now understood the dinner the day prior.

People who weren’t even in the art scene were there.

You hold Bella’s hand. It was the first time you seen someone snort a line of coke as if it was nothing.

However, things were better as you both unknowingly made funny conversation with a musician.

“Wait that sample came from you?!” Bella asks in surprise.

He nods with a chuckle.

“Are you making new music?” you ask him.

“Yeah. I just have to make the cover but my album is about to drop.” he says.

“Do you need someone? Y/N is an artist.” Bella nudge you with her elbow.

You wave it off but he looks at you.

“For real?” he asks you seriously.

“Yeah but, go with your original plan.”

“No, no. What type of art do you do?” he asks with great interest.

He hands you your phone back after he swiped through photos.

“Before you leave, we have to link up.” he tells you.

Bella came as you talked ideas with him. It was the first time you were in a professional studio.

“You put cool ranch doritos in this?” Bella asks him as she bit and chewed on a baked chocolate chip cookie.

He smiles and nods.

“It works.” she tells him.

He let you and Bella listen to his songs to get the idea.

“Okay…I got it.” you tell him as you set down your pencil.

He nods with a smile when you show him the ideas.

While Bella slept, you stayed up as you worked on the agreed art direction.

You send it to him right when it was an hour before it was time for you and Bella to board the plane to go home.

You came home and Paul made it seem like you were away for twenty years.

“I should go away more, I like this treatment.” you joke and he makes a disapproving noise.

You chuckle.

At the bonfire, you prayed that Leah would understand imprinting. Seth was just happy to be there. You watched as he followed Jacob around when he arrived with Bella.

“I saved you some burgers and hotdogs, Jake!” Seth says happily.

“You’re the best.” Jacob says to him with a grin and ruffled his hair.

Paul tugged your hand to sit next to him.

Leah came, but with something. A hydroflask.

“You want anything?” Paul asks you. You shake your head as you didn’t want to say yes, only to not eat it.

He tells you he will be right back.

Leah sauntered over and you didn’t expect her to sit next to you.

“Hi.”

You look at her, “Hey.”

“Y/N..Right?”

“In the flesh.”

She chuckled.

“So…You’re dating Paul?”

You nod. She nods.

“How long?”

You tell her.

“High school sweethearts…” she says and looks at him, “It does kind of suit him…. I can’t hate on it.”

You nervously smile as you hoped that Bella would hurry up with getting food with Jacob.

She touched your arm.

“Want some of this?” she whispered. Her mischievous grin made you chuckle. You take a sniff. You make a face that made her laugh.

“I don’t really drink all like that.” you say.

“What?” she asks surprisingly.

“If anything, I’ll blow down here and there.” you say. Her eyes lit up.

“You got some right now?” she whispered excitedly.

You chuckle a bit, “Not on me…But hey, maybe we’ll make a day of it.” Her of all people needed it.

She grinned.

“Hey, you’re less annoying than the others.” she says in a hushed tone.

“Um..Thanks.” you say.

“No, seriously…And then…The girls Paul used to entertain used to be all..” and she makes a disgusted face that didn’t make you jealous, but it made you laugh a bit.

“He did tell me you guys like..Seen each other around.”

“Yeah..Yeah..We did..” she says and thinks off and you have questions.

“Did you guys know each other well?”

She laughs. She covers her mouth to muffle her laugh.

“I’m sorry….You seem cool..I wouldn’t want to lay it on you like all….Damn…I really don’t want to be messy.” she sincerely says and it makes you freeze at her. She looked uncomfortable. She only slightly shakes her head as she looked at you.

“What…What do you mean?” you ask trying to keep your voice light.

“I…I mean…We were young and reckless so..” she says trying to brush it off.

“Hm..” you mused.

“I don’t want to make things weird for you…I’m surprised he didn’t like…Warn you or…Tell you, at least.” she says in a hushed tone.

She wasn’t taunting but she takes a drink to stop talking. It was clearly the alcohol. She was spilling out her words.

Paul is coming back over you two and she calls out his name.

“Didn’t we know each other?” Leah asks.

“Leah…Just shut up.” he says.

“Come on, let’s joke about it. It was a long time ago. You’re with her now. I mean..She has the right to-“

“Leah. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” he snapped at her.

Her smile doesn’t fade.

“Paul.” she said his name in a tone that let him know that it was unnecessary for him. She then looked at your uneasy face and looked back at him.

”We know each other well. Tell her how well we know each other, Paul.” she insists as she hits his arm.

It was one look that made you freeze.

It was the look that showed he was seething.

“How…Well?” you ask with your eyes down.

“….Its….Before we dated.” he says quietly.

You look up at his chagrined face. You felt your heart form cracks.

“He always hung around us older kids and I found out very soon…He was very mature for his age.” Leah joked. She said it low to where nobody looked over in the direction of the conversation.

You still get up and not even daring to look back at him calling your name.

You rest your hands on your knees as you felt sick while you were on your way home. Shaky breaths came and that gave Paul enough time to catch up with you.

“Just tell me the truth…No matter how bad it is.” you whisper.

“Let’s go home first.”

“Just tell me now.” you whispered.

He swallowed.

“It happened when her and Sam was fighting one time…Me and you weren’t even talking to each other yet... They broke up for a brief period of time…Way before the shifting stuff even happened..We were….”

He took too long to explain.

“You had sex with her….Right?” you choked out, interrupting him.

“Yeah….But, it only happened once.”

“Okay.”

He blinked at you.

“So, that’s why she was acting weird towards me…There was plenty of opportunity for you to tell me knowing she was going to be around me.”

He couldn’t say anything as he looked down.

You turn with that and finish walking back home. He was so silent, you didn’t even realize that he was behind you when you went to shut the door behind you and it stopped due to him taking it over and shutting it.

“Y/N…Let’s talk about it.”

“I’d rather just forget it…You had a past…I won’t hold it against you.”

“Yeah but-“

“Just drop it, Paul…..Please?” you whisper. He takes a look at you before looking down. He nods.

“You can go back to the bonfire…I’m just gonna..Work on…” you trail off as your thumb points towards the room you loved to work in.

“I don’t want to go back…Not without you. If you’re not going, I’m not going.”

You’re quiet for a moment.

You just grab his hand.

”You’re my bestfriend. Why are you so afraid to tell me things?”

He relaxed. Shoulders dropped and you almost didn’t recognize him.

“It’s hard Y/N. I don’t want you to be disgusted with me. I was wild.”

His tone alone made you pull him in close and he smothers his body with yours, it made you incredibly but deliciously nervous.

“It was ‘in the moment’ type of thing. It’s why it’s never happened again. I should’ve stayed in my place...” he says.

“How do you feel…When you look at her?” you ask him.

“ I feel..She does deserves better..I never want to experience that..Ever. That’s why I don’t want to lose you. Ask me whatever you want, I will answer.” he says.

“Will you not keep anything else from me? I get you have a past…You didn’t learn those skills from fiddling with your thumbs.” you say and you hear his chuckle.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not going to judge you.” you reassure. He nods.

It was a nice day as you waited for Jacob to pick up the phone.

“Speak.” he greets.

You roll your eyes.

“Trying to go swimming?”

“….You mean like cliff diving?“

“Oh we can do that. I was gonna suggest my pool but-“

“No! Bells is with Angela though.”

“I don’t care, you can still come. I kind of want to talk to you anyways.”

He hangs up and he’s over.

You both float after an ultimate splashing session.

His face is dripping with disapproval, “You're kidding me right? You let him off way too damn easy.”

“Jake, I don’t want to fight with him.”

“I don’t care…If it was the other way around he would’ve popped his lid and you know it.”

“It’s not like he hid the fact that he got around back then anyway.”

“But still.” he says rolling his eyes.

“He was loyal even before the imprint.”

“Is that how you’re looking at it? Seriously Y/N. You give him way too much grace. I’m not hexing you but let a guy give you the smallest, I mean the smallest amount of attention, watch how he acts. I bet the words ‘I won’t judge you’ won’t come out of his mouth.” he says quoting you.

You swim away a bit and you say dismissively, “Yeah, yeah.”

Emily closed her cabinet as she was trying to make everyone a dinner with the help of Angela.

“I can get it for you.” you tell her as you set your sketchbook down.

You get your keys and Leah perks up from the couch.

“You’re going to the store?”

You nod.

“Can I come?”

You freeze a bit before you nod again.

She compliments your car. You say your thanks.

Leah boredly flips through the magazines at the store. You grab what Emily asked to get.

“We don’t have to go straight to Emily’s.”

You look at her.

She walked by you a bit as she played with her light jacket pocket. You knew the smell.

“I hate all of this…I have no friends. No period…A fucking wolf…Who the hell did I piss off so bad?” she asked in a hideout by the beach. It was very easy to miss.

You squint as grey leaves your open mouth as you speak, “No period?”

She takes what you were offering in your hand and she takes her turn, “I don’t even want to celebrate because I don’t even have an imprint..Like you all do.” she frowned.

“You’ll find your person.”

“Do not talk to me about that when you’re the last person to open your mouth.”

“First of all..” you accept your turn again, you blow out the drag after you held it, “Paul was the last person I would ever thought in a billion years, I would ever even talk to.”

“Yeah but..I would kill for that…The only person who could make it all better…Is happy…Free from feeling how I feel…Why can’t he feel…Just a second of how I feel?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry…I didn’t want to make things weird. I wish it didn’t happen, the post clarity was just…I was drunk when I started running my mouth..” she says.

“I’d rather that to happen than me going all of this time not knowing.”

She doesn’t say anything for a while before asking, “So…Does this mean I still get an invite to the wedding?”

“Sure..Why not.” you say with a grin.

You both made your way back to Emily’s.

Coming in, you set the bag down on the counter. The cooking food smelled so good as it wafted through the home.

You slowly sit down next to Paul as he watched you. He discreetly sniffed and he knew what took you so long. It was faint but, he’s been around you long enough to know. He doesn’t say anything.

“We were gone all of that time and nothing is finished?” Leah asked out loud.

You break into a chuckle. Leah hearing you laugh, eventually made her laugh. You’re laughing together.

Talking surrounded you as you tried to watch what was on tv but you instead watched the colors and zoned out.

You wish you brought a sketchbook.

Emily does finally says that the food is finished. Paul gets up from the couch and takes your hand.

“Oh my god…This is really good.” you tell Emily.

“Aw, thanks.” Emily says.

“Like…So good.” you say. Jared smirked.

“Leah likes it too. She’s almost finished with her plate already.” Jared points out.

“I’m hungry.” she says with her mouth chewing with food.

“You hungry too, Y/N?” Jared asks with humorous glint.

“What?” you ask as you chewed. Jared saw how hooded your eyes were when you looked over at him and he chortled to himself.

“What?” Kim asks him.

“Nothing.” Jared says as he finishes out his laughter.

You only brush it off and continue eating.

“So, when will the work that you did in LA come out?” Sam asks.

“Soon…Real soon.” you say in a lax tone.

“We have to go back. I had such a great time. California changed since the last time I was there.” Bella says with a smile.

“Right? I mean I would live there…But like…Christmas though. What’s a Christmas without snow? I gotta have snow on Christmas.”

“I thought you hated the snow?” Kim asks.

“I appreciate it….It sets the tone.” you halfheartedly say.

“I agree.” Angela speak up with a grin.

“It does. The first time I seen snow was when I started living here. I hate anything cold and wet but Christmas time doesn’t feel like Christmas without the snow.” Bella says to you.

“I made dessert.” Emily then says.

“Oh my god, yes.” you say with a smile as you put your hands together for a moment.

“No way, you’re still hungry.” Jacob tells you. You ate two entire hearty plates. He’s never seen you eat that much. He voiced it out.

“I have.” Paul simply says quietly with his hand still on the back of your chair.

“News to me.” Jacob muttered.

Jared leaned on the counter as he drinks a cup of juice.

Your eyes stayed on the sink.

“Who would’ve thought that was the way to pull Leah in?” he says in a hushed tone.

“Shut up.” you say laughing a bit.

Leah still didn’t speak to Emily during the days you would still come over.

You sat on the couch as Paul was on patrol with Jared.

Kim said hi to Leah. She only waved to her but flops next to you with a grin, “Hey.”

“Hey.” you say.

“What’s that?” she asks as she sees you doodling.

You just let her look at it. She then asks if she can look through the whole book.

You let her. She takes her time with flipping through each page.

As you were washing dishes at home, Bella texts, double texting you to look online. You do.

“Oh, wow.” you say as you stand at the sink, looking at your phone. The water is still running.

Paul shuts the water off as he looks at you, “What?”

“Look! Look!” you say with a smile.

Your artwork was posted.

“Y/N. One of the most talented people I got to meet and I’m so grateful. Without her, this album wouldn’t have been visually made. Making this album cover with you was great and such a magical experience as we were able to go all out with creativity. You have a real gift for capturing beauty and I’m not just talking about the art itself ♥️ Seriously though, I appreciate her and her mind sooo much. Hopefully, you all appreciate this album just as much as I do. OUT NOW!”

He stared at the picture of you two hugging each other tight. He swipes, there’s another picture of you two not being serious and being silly. He swipes over and there are more where you two were sitting close as you both worked on ideas together.

It displayed the fun you had. He took a look at your face and the faint smile you displayed as you looked at the pictures with him.

You watch as his mood change. Your heart beat faster as you his face hardened.

“What is it?” you ask.

He gave you a face that showed he was annoyed. You close your eyes as your smile faded.

“What is it?” you ask again slowly.

“Don’t act dumb.” he says deadpanned.

“I’m not.” you say with slight annoyance. He reads out loud, not hiding his distaste for a section of the text.

“You have a real gift for capturing beauty and I’m not talking-“

“Here we go.” you mutter. But he still finishes reading over your spoken statement.

“What do you mean here we go?….You were just crying the other day about me and Leah and then turn around, you don’t think there’s anything wrong with this. That’s a love letter, not an accolade….It sounds like you rocked his world.”

You glare at him as you snatched your phone back. The audacity of him.

“I can’t relate. You two actually fucked!” you snap at him.

He clenched his jaw before rolling his eyes, “It was a long ass time ago.”

“Aren’t you even happy for me?”

“I am Y/N. I am. What you did was amazing. I’m not happy about his wordplay though.”

“I don’t know. I made something for someone and you’re thinking I opened my legs for him all because he gave me my flowers… That’s totally unfair. You’re thinking every guy wants to hump my leg. Get over yourself.”

“You don’t want to get me started. Remember New York? With Cullen?”

“What. Are. You. Talking. About? You’re not even making sense.” you grit out, feeling so angry that tears were threatening to form.

“Had I not told you to come home, you would’ve stayed longer and I know for a fact you two would’ve started a little fling.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you say as your vision is blurry. You storm out. You shut the door to the bathroom as you sat on the floor with your back against the door.

Your knees were to your chest as you silently sob, mostly due to frustration.

It was as if you two didn’t know each other at all. It was like two strangers in the home. He slept on the couch. It was like that.

“I’m sure…You two will get back.” Bella says quietly.

“I don’t even know…He’s acting stupidly possessive.” you grit out as you threw a seashell in the ocean.

“The message was nice…He will get over it.”

She didn’t know. She didn’t live with him. But you still give her a silent thanks for her trying to support.

You blinked awake as you were used to waking up alone for the past two weeks.

As you showered, your mind wondered why you two were always butting heads. After all, he was your soulmate and it was as if fights were just easy to collect.

Paul came in while you were sitting on the couch with a book. He was heading for the hallway.

“Can we talk?” you ask him.

He opens the hallway closet and grabs a towel.

“About what?”

“Come on, don’t act like a kid.”

“Take your own advice.” he throws back. You glare up at the ceiling before calming yourself down.

“What we’re doing is toxic. We’re always fighting. I just want us to get along.” you carefully say, trying to be the bigger person.

“I want us to get along too. Which is why I don’t get why you’re trying to hold onto old shit that happened a long time ago.” he says and sets the towel in the bathroom.

“You brought up Edward and New York.” you scoff.

“You brought up me and Leah.”

“That’s not fair and you know it. It’s apples to oranges.” you say with frustration.

“Okay.”

“Okay…So..What?” you ask him, not knowing what’s next.

“We talked.”

You move off of the couch as he started walking. You grab his arm to get him to turn around. He peered down at you.

“Say you’re sorry.” you tell him.

He sniggered. You felt yourself get angry. So angry you wanted to slap the smile off of his face.

“For what?”

You step back.

“You know what?… I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. In fact, I give you my deepest apologies.” you tell him calmly. He looked confused.

You slid your ring off.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

You set it on the coffee table.

He barked out your name.

“This isn’t healthy…I said yes to the loving, caring, secure Paul…. Not whatever this is.” you say.

“Put it back on.”

“I will, when things between us get better. We’re not even married yet and you’re sleeping on the couch like we’re about to sign divorce papers.”

“Fuck…Fuck. I’m sorry! Okay?”

You pick your book from the couch and he grabbed your arm as you tried to leave to another room.

“Let go of me, Paul.” you say in defeat.

“No.” he says.

You look at him.

“No. I want to marry you, Y/N. I’m sorry if I’m being an asshole. Okay, I admit I was being an ass but this…This isn’t worth it, okay?”

You look down for a moment.

“Just please put it back on. You don’t have to talk to me ever again. You can scream that you hate me all you want. Just please put it back on…Please?”

He extends his arm to swipe it up in his hand. He takes your hand and you watch as he slid it back to where it belonged. His hand actually shook which made you freeze.

“Do you even believe me?” you ask him quietly.

“Of course I do. Just ignore me being annoying, alright?”

“You’re very annoying.” you say softly. He looked up at your soft smile and softened his anxious face.

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.” you say quietly.

He lets your arm go. You walk away and entered your art space with the close of your door.

You don’t make anything. You instead rest your head in your hands.

“How did everything become so hard?” you asked in your mind.

Paul opened the door when it was late, you were asleep at your desk with your head down.

Trying his best to not wake you, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom.

It was the best sleep of your life as you both slept pressed together. Little did you know, it was the best sleep of his life as well.

You woke up with a gasp. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to have clarity in your brain. You look down with a sigh and it was the most erotic scene you’ve ever seen.

Your head fell back into the pillows as Paul opened your legs wider and you clutch onto his head. Your eyes squeezed shut as you shuddered with a blinding light behind your eyes.

You both sat in the car as you squinted from the morning sun. You held a donut to his mouth as he took a bite that made you widen your eyes with a genuine giggle.

He chewed and you blink. It was weird. You looked through the windshield of the car, peering into the empty parking lot as you wanted to draw fish. The sky had a great blue. You immediately thought of the ocean.

You slump next to him and he had just swallowed.

A burst of bubbles warmth was in the presence of just him. Reaching over with a thumb and slowly graced the poked tongue that slowly made its way out of your mouth on the left over powder.

You sit back as you didn’t know what made you do such thing, only to find him with a lax grin.

He tilts his head back as he leans to tease your mouth with his. You leaned trying to catch his lips but they moved with his movements of not fully capturing yours.

You eventually break into a smile before leaning back into your seat.

Coming home, he seemed to not forget what you did in the car.

You try to lounge on the couch only for him to pull you in a kiss after sitting down next to you. The heated energy went right to your core as you couldn’t help but hook your leg to rest it a bit on his knee as he held your head to continue eating at your mouth.

You both connect on the couch as you both move your naked hips in sync. You squeezed your eyes shut a for a second as your body moved forward and swallowed all of him. Paul groaned deeply as he held your body as he moved his hips. He lost track of what was what. You couldn’t even think beyond the intense emotion of each other’s bodies molding together.

You both weren’t even kissing, but you both sighed out in each other’s mouths.

You climb off of him as he lifts you up in his arms.

Your hands fall onto the bed as he hovered over you and kissed your back and your shoulder blade. He nudged you onto the bed. As you turn and lay on your back, he opened your legs as you look up at him.

You whisper out his name as he started to grow again. His touches seemed to be amplified with desire. The desire licked the deepest parts of you.

He pulled back from the sensual kiss that smacked off of your mouth, he rubbed himself to get hard again against the white spilled substance that was between your legs.

The extra lubrication was making it hard to stop the erotic noises from spilling out of your mouth.

Paul had never experienced something so moist in his life. His hips lazily thrust as your body screamed in satisfactory tingles.

Bella smirked at the joined hands as you both walked into Emily’s.

You join her at the couch with a smile.

“Where’s Jacob?”

“He’s coming with Sam.”

“Alright, I’m off.” Paul tells you and mushed his lips to yours before leaving once Sam and Jacob entered the door.

You and Bella chill in Jacob’s garage as he tinkered on Bella bike.

It was acting like it didn’t want to start.

You sketch out the idea you had while Bella and Jacob fell into conversation.

The passion project made you feel excited because you haven’t made anything for yourself in such a long time.

Paul was worried when you locked yourself in the room but a couple of hours passed before you come out, fingers covered in pigmented paint.

He watched you wash your hands in the bathroom.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him.

“Nothing…Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” you answer and then he saw your smile. You touch his arm.

“Come look.” you encourage him and he follows you into the room.

He was pleased to see the window open.

The picture was vibrant and he moved toward it. He picks it up carefully with such interest.

“Careful. It’s not dry yet.” you say. He nods as he looks at it.

“Who is this for?” he says. He smiled as he held it up with such admiration but delicately.

“No one.” you say shyly but he managed to kiss it away.

“Can I have it?” he asks excitedly.

You nod meekly. He gives you a handsome smile.

“I love this..I love you.”

“I love you too.” you say feeling a burst of warmth inside.

You breathe out trying to be steady but it was hard because your back was pressed against Paul’s chest.

“Thank you.” he says in your neck.

“It’s just a painting.” you say with a light chuckle.

“Yeah but it’s your painting.” he says.

You wake up the next morning and see that Jacob texted you that Bella’s bike was fixed and invited you to ride with them.

You held onto the wall with one hand as you tried to get ready. You felt dizzy. Paul placed a kiss on your neck. His hands are covering you.

You’re lightheaded as you blink and your vision is spotty. You rush to the bathroom.

He heard you emptying your insides as you gagged into the toilet. He knocked with one finger knuckle.

“Y/N…Are you alright?” he asked through the closed door with deep concern. You gagged again. You cough.

“I’m okay.” you say while straining as you flush the toilet.

You clean your mouth and you shiver as you enter the bedroom.

“Are you sure?” Paul asks as he rubbed your arms.

You nod and clear your throat.

“I just need to lay down.” you say with your heart beating. You pull back the covers.

“I can take you to the doctors.” he says.

“Paul, don’t overreact. I’m fine. I promise I will tell you if I feel worse.”

He looked at you as you hurriedly stripped off your clothes. You’re under the covers, feeling extremely tired.

The bed felt like heaven. Paul was pulled in as he looked down at you. He was soon joining you in bed, not caring you weren’t feeling well.

He makes you lay on his chest instead of the pillows. Sleep claimed you fast.

Birds chirped as you look at Paul leaned against a tree. You look and find yourself sitting criss cross in front of him.

”I’m not ready.”

He gave a look of betrayal.

You wait for him to say something.

”What if I am?”

You blink at the sky.

“Paul.” you say. You look at him. He staring at you intently.

“A lot…And I mean a lot goes on with this.”

“I know that…..” he says in a tone that let you know he was offended that you felt he didn’t already know that.

“I can’t…I can’t keep it.”

You look to Paul’s expression as he speaks out, “Y/N.”

You continue to look at him.

“You’re the only person I want to experience this with.” he says. You stand up. He looks up at you trying to convince you.

“We can…Just not now.”

He gives a look of defeat and he then shakes his head.

“Why do our blessings have to wait?” he asked in frustration.

“I’m not ready!”

You blink awake as Paul shook you gently.

“I made you something to eat.” he whispered in your ear.

“O-okay.” you whispered back.

You were petrified as you sat up in bed.

You held your head as he held your hand and sat down at the table.

He put two white pills on the table.

You say a quiet thank you and you swallow them.

”You slept all day yesterday.”

“Yesterday?” you ask after you swallow your food.

“Yeah. Slept the whole day away.” he says as he eats.

You sat back in your chair.

You look on the table and rise up.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“I need my phone.”

“Well, can you eat first?”

You sit back down. He just stared at you.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Besides my head, my stomach doesn’t feel nauseous anymore.” you say carefully.

He shooed you off from washing the dishes. You sit down in the living room. You don’t move. You instead just listen intently at the actions of dishes being washed.

The water turns off and he walked in, you raise your head.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.”

“Must’ve been some nasty bug.” he comments.

“Yeah..Thanks for nursing me back to health.” you say quietly.

He bends at kisses your forehead. He sits next to you and you’re lifting into his lap.

You apologize to Jacob for not coming but he knew from Paul that you were sick.

When you were feeling better, Leah invited you over.

As Leah talk, you took a big rip at the tall glass bong that sat on your lips. Your mind wouldn’t stop eating at you as you didn’t know how you would ever tell Paul what you were dreaming about. It seemed so real.

You didn’t panic just yet, your period was coming up soon. You found yourself praying inside as you genuinely hoped you didn’t get late.

It seemed too serious.

You knew you were getting older, but you felt it was the solidarity of becoming an adult adult. It was a hearty piece of responsibility.

“Stop hogging it, greedy.” Leah says and snatches it away.

“What the heck are you even watching?” you ask to change your mindset as the low volume movie showed shenanigans that didn’t make sense.

“Ah, it’s watching me.” she corrects you as the light smoke mixed with the dust of the room.

Walking home felt like you were walking on a cloud. You hated thinking too much so you were grateful for the walk.

You laugh as you both came home at the same time. He flings an arm around you and pushed the front door open.

Over dinner, he tells you to promise not to say anything.

“What happened this time?” you ask.

“Just chill from Leah right now.” he tells you.

“Why?” you ask.

“Sam doesn’t want Leah to know.”

“I’m not gonna say anything. Come on.” you start to grin.

“I don’t trust it. Just please.” he then tilts his head even more, “Please.”

It makes you chuckle.

“Okay. Fine.”

He then relaxed and just extends his arms some and there was a sign of acceptance while he said the next thing.

“Emily’s pregnant.”

“Whoa.” you breathed out. Good or bad, you didn’t know.

You lean forward and so does he.

You both look at each other and you both see the questions that you both were dying to ask.

“Is she happy?” you ask.

“Yeah. But feeling guilty.” Paul admits.

“She didn’t tell me.”

“She told no one. Sam let it slip when I patrolled with him earlier.”

“Is..He happy?”

“He’s through the roof.” he says quietly but with a grin.

“Hopefully I get to be the godmother.” you say with a grin.

He huff out a small chuckle.

You look down from his eyes as you then lean back in your chair.

“I know that before, you said you didn’t know….But what would you do? If you had found out…That you were pregnant?”

You let out a quiet breath as you don’t even dare to look at him. The way he said the word pregnant made you feel a lick of excitement.

“I-I still don’t know.” you whisper. He doesn’t say anything for a moment. It made you peak up due to his silence. It was as if he was waiting for you to look at him.

“You would look so pretty pregnant.” he comments quietly. It was tender, almost like a purr.

“Paul.” you say nervously. You shouldn’t have peaked up at him. His look was darkly heated but it was subtle. He was dead serious.

“What? You would.”

You look down again with nervous chuckle as you slightly shake your head.

“Are you sure you want to take on the dad bod?” you say to joke around but it still came out shaky.

He still gives you a hum of amusement. It made your heart stutter.

“It’s a lot of responsibility.” you whisper.

“So is shape shifting.” he says tenderly.

You both blink at each other. You then nervously chuckle. He leans close to you, forming his own smile, “What?”

“Nothing.” you say shyly to him.

“It’s something.” he encouraged.

You look down.

“I had a dream.”

“About…What?” he asks.

“Us..”

“Did I look okay?”

You crack a smile.

“You did..But…We were talking ..Like this and..We found out I was…”

“Were we happy?” he asks as he caught the idea.

“You were ready….Me..Not so much..”

He doesn’t say anything as he then looks down. It wasn’t in disappointment, it was as if he was thinking about what you said.

The night fell and you yawned as you lie down in bed.

His hand was so hot. To him, you felt like a walking piece of heaven. He was surprised when you take his hand away from your warm and moist center.

“I’m..Tired..” you whisper and you place a peck on his lips.

“I’m not.” he whispers. He brushed a thumb on your bottom lip and gave you a kiss that made you feel shaky.

You breathe out heavy before you pull away from the suction of his lips. You don’t have time to process the loss of his lips when you fall back onto your elbows, you look at him when your mouth crack slightly open.

Your underwear was bawled up in his hand.

“Paul.” you only say in a breathy tone.

He only glides his hands up, your hips only shift a bit as your eyes fluttered closed. His hands were talented as they caressed your chest and slow burned a kiss with you. A shaky and light sound danced out of your throat that muffled into his mouth.

“Let’s just lay together.” he whispered finally.

You slowly blinked open your eyes as he invited you next to him. Before you lie down on your side, he finished lifting your shirt up from behind.

He placed a hand on your side as he smoothed his hand out. He placed an intimate kiss on your back. It made you jerk a bit from the sensation.

You closed your eyes. You felt the small shifts of movements of his body. Mostly because of him breathing. You knew that he was awake. You realized, that right in his presence was just as good as sex. You didn’t want to go to sleep then.

You wanted to savor more moments like that. His hand shifted to your stomach, it felt like butterflies were soaring in your stomach. It was like you were having a crush on him all over again.

The breath of his slowed breathing is what keeps you awake. It drifted on the surface of your neck as you blinked at the darkness. You found yourself counting his breathing.

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i-have-rabies-dw · 24 hours ago

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This is what the executive order banning all gender affirming care for those under 19 is called. Oh these fucks. They hope for the deaths of so many Americans, rub their tiny little hands together praying for a bunch of trans teenagers grow so disgusted with themselves and so caged by their bodies they fucking kill themselves. I cannot describe my anger. It doesn't matter if I expected it.

Rant below

It does matter, to me, that was how long I was forced to wait in my red area, though I can't describe the depths of hell I went through, I could not describe the levels of dehumanization, to feel like a stray dog beneath every one of your peers and family members, desperate for love and acceptance by just one person to find the only way would be a noose. I could tell you how much it causes you to disconnect yourself, to view yourself as something other than human, to view human's as a violent hateful creature, breeding, spreading, and trading violence like a disease. How it would be utterly repulsive to be like them. So narrow minded, so unwilling to accept someone for such minor differences.

I didn't know what transgender meant or was until 8th grade. In 4th, I got access to the Internet for the first time, with it, I made my first representation of myself no one in my physical life could interfere with. I forget the name I went by, but I was thought to be a boy by everyone online who spoke to me. I kept it that way, even once they got to know me, it was right. In my younger years, I had no friends, never did I have a kindergarten or elementary best friend, I didn't know it was normal to sit with a group of friends until I read Harry Potter in middle school. Ha, and never did I ever have that group of friends to sit with. I was a loner to the most extreme example of that term, none of it was by choice. I even dropped out of high school and graduated in an alternative way because I couldn't stand being friend to no one, enemy to more than necessary for never speaking. Before that, at during lunch and "recess," I sat between the wall to the staff bathroom and a large paper rack that sat in the hallway, I did this until I aged out of that building. With dropping out, I did it immediately after coming out as trans and finding that suddenly, all my peers felt more justified taking licks at me. No one person respected it at the time, and I got kicked already for coming out as trans months prior and a bunch of drama because of that (mistake #1 never come out to your family first). I was an optimistic child. I was an extroverted child, excited and enthusiastic about the world. I was kind to all. Then I met the world and saw no one like me in it.

Also, another thing, a lot of transfems and transmascs have fatal rates of anorexia or restrictive eating(asides the inherent body issues that come with it), both in attempts to pass as their gender and, my speculation and projection, self punishment. I was well below 100 pounds for years, and I'm a tall guy.

I laugh in the face of transphobes, I don't think they could survive.

My AM like monolog/vent overrrits.

Almost

Sometimes I wonder, if when I first came if I had acceptance, what would have been different with acceptance from even some of the family? The reason I came out to my family is I needed to socially transition with family and peers IRL before the doctors wanted discuss it further with me as a minor, they still didn't allow me when I was 18 and out for years so it was more than that but alas. If I didn't get kicked out, I wonder what it would have been like to start transitioning younger, to switch to a different school and have a chance at a second life not so jaded, with "my"/a family. I'm still alone, I think I might always be, I'm starting to be okay with that.

Oh, also for everyone thinking blue states are institutionally good and positive places for queers to live, welcome to rural Washington, where the concept of a butch- or even masculine women would be enough to make heads explode, least where I'm from they may as well as be Idaho legislators in terms of values.

#transmasc #lgbt #lgbtq #transgender #transfem #enby #queer #queer community #us news #us politics #fuck donald trump #fuck trump

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Not Another Hallmark Christmas Story

TW: PLEASE REMEMBER THAT THIS IS A DARK STORY. It contains stalking, gaslighting, mental and emotional abuse and sexual assault.

Happy Birthday @elrieldreamer Have an awesome day!

Chapter 3

‘Tis was the night…

I was surprised when she came to the office on Monday. I figured she’d take a day off to mope and question her life choices. I figured she’d wonder if she was sexually assaulted. I figured she’d wrestle with the knowledge that she was and then, she’d question herself, and wonder why she didn’t hate it.

And yes, I am the first one to admit that I sexually assaulted her. And I know that she was plagued by doubts and questioned everything that she knew about herself.

I am not a rapist. For the most part, I like women. I very much like smart women, who are curious about the world and who can hold an interesting conversation. I am a fan of women who have a sense of humour, who can surprise me with their knowledge, and who are current on all world affairs, and who don’t showcase their lives on Instagram. I like women who have some confidence, but who aren’t overly confident. And most of all, I like women who are naturally submissive and yearn to be dominated without knowing that they do. I am not a dom, and I am not a rapist. I like to be in control. And I like to watch a woman yield to me, accept my control over her, and ultimately, submit.

And there are so very few women out there who fit the bill.

I tried. G-d knows I tried.

I've never been in a relationship that lasted longer than a few months. Sometimes, it was only a few days. The women inevitably disappointed. I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for and who’d fit the bill–trial and error, they say. I tried many. And erred with all of them. They all thought that it was a game that I dabbled in. And that if they played along, I’d eventually get it out of my system and the next step would be a ‘normal’ life. An engagement ring. A lavish wedding. A penthouse. A suburban estate. 2.7 children. A golf club membership. Lunches. Charities. Galleries.

None understood that this is who I am. I am not a guy who likes rough sex. I am not abnormal either. I don’t have a kink to work through. I don’t get any joy in hurting females. I simply know what I want and what I desire, I get.

What I’ve wanted from the moment I laid eyes on her was my Elain.

I know that I would’ve noticed her regardless of circumstances, because to me, she was unmissable. She was striking and so quiet and uncomfortable.

Our building has a cafeteria, however, most of us eat in the break room on our floor. I remember the day I saw her very clearly. It wasn’t some throwaway moment in my life. It is etched in my mind with crystal clarity. Because somehow, I knew that it was important. When I saw her, it was important to me.

In fact, I heard her first. Isaac Hale, the skinny nerd on the team, was solving the New York Times crossword puzzle at the table, his lunch forgotten. Others were eating, or milling around and chatting. I knew that some of these people would be on my team, so I figured that I’d make an appearance and have them get used to me and my presence, though I wasn’t going to make any formal introductions just yet. Let them stew. Let them worry. I have that effect on people–I make them nervous.

I was grabbing a water from the fridge, when I overheard Isaac’s exasperated moan,

“Ruling family of Monaco?”

Before I could turn around and see what the hell he was talking about, I heard a small, quiet voice say ‘Grimaldi’.

“What?” Isaac called out, confused. I looked out at the break room and heard again,

“The ruling family of the Principality of Monaco are the Grimaldis.”

Isaac furiously scribbled something in the newspaper and cried out ‘yeah they are! Thanks, El!’’

El.

El?

I craned my neck slightly to see who the elusive ‘El’ was, and finally spotted a lonesome figure who was sitting by the window, reading a Kindle, drinking Seltzer water, a half eaten salad in front of her, which clearly didn’t hold her attention. There were two guys at the same table–I didn’t know their names–but they clearly wanted to be there, and were peacocking like two douchenozzles in front of her. She paid them no heed. In fact, before I could even approach her to have a better look, she got up swiftly from her chair, grabbed her half-eaten salad and offered the two men a strained, close-mouthed smile, and hurried away from the table.

I stilled. I stood there, dumbfounded, because I was brought to my knees by her beauty.

I stood there, watching the most breathtaking woman walk towards me, her round hips swaying sexily, her full, glorious tits bouncing beneath a cobalt-blue silk blouse. She wore a slightly flared pleated skirt and nude pantyhose, her feet clad in less than sensible nude pumps.

Her cheeks were very pink. She was uncomfortable. Long golden brown hair was tied into a neat, appropriate bun.

She scurried by me, without lifting her eyes, clutching the tablet to her chest. She passed by me like I didn’t exist. And I know that I am hard to miss–I am tall and I take up a lot of space. I wore a black suit too, hovering around everything like a dark cloud, gobbling up space. I liked that. I also knew that my appearance piqued the attention of many women. Should I sound conceited? I am handsome. I think it’s dumb to pretend that I am not, and not use it to my advantage. I am handsome, tall and in good shape. It was simply unfathomable that she wouldn't pay attention to me…that she wouldn’t notice me. She didn’t though. She just tiptoed by, ignoring me like I was a piece of furniture.

And that was that.

Because she was so freaking oblivious to everything, I allowed myself the opportunity to watch her for a few days. She never noticed it. They say that women can always sense predators, but either she didn’t consider me one, or her danger radar was at zero. I wasn’t sure what the deal was.

But she came in early every day, arriving by train, without coffee, and not wearing sensible shoes. She dressed well–long camel coats, a Burberry scarf, expensive Oxfords, which she exchanged for pumps when she was in the office. Tuckernut dresses–not too outrageous, but not cheap either. I knew how much she made–well into the low six figures–and that explained how she could afford the wardrobe. She didn’t drink Starbucks. She avoided it and would sometimes wrinkle her nose when someone suggested that she come and get Starbies with them. It was amusing. No, she drank an Italian espresso from a cafe on the ground floor. At the bar, like a true Italian. She slammed it back, then got a cappuccino to go and always an almond cornetto.

She was a diligent worker, but she still had much to learn. I knew that this was her first job out of Northwestern. She obviously was very intelligent, but experience is experience, and she didn’t have much of it. So she made mistakes and when she realised it, I could see that she was frustrated. She was clearly a perfectionist.

I’d made my move the week that I first saw her.

There were people in the break room, eating free doughnuts that I brought, gathered by the coffee machine. Pedantically, someone announced that they wanted Starbucks instead of the break room coffee. I saw my way in and said clearly ‘I am buying’. That didn’t even make her look up from her laptop. As if she didn’t hear my voice, and an offer of a free coffee didn’t matter to her. Frustrated, I bumped into her, on purpose obviously, caging her in with my body, as I made a show of reaching for the sugar cubes that were kept in the cupboard above. I didn’t touch her, but I stood as close as possible to her, pulling her scent into my lungs. I wasn’t sure what the perfume was, but she smelled of jasmine. When I looked down, I noticed delicate golden strands within the mass of her light brown hair. Her hair was natural–she didn’t colour it. Despite my proximity, she ducked under my arm, evading me like I wasn’t there. How was this possible? She didn’t even glance up.

As the rest of the team headed out of the break room, I actually called out and asked, “Joining us?”

She didn’t look up, busy on her phone and then haughtily said, “no thank you. I don’t drink that.”

That. The offer was apparently offensive to her.

I don’t know, I suppose it made me angry. I am well aware that my reaction was irrational, but I couldn’t understand how she didn’t bother looking at me. How my presence didn’t matter to her. How my voice didn’t interest her. Nothing about me seemed to appeal to her.

For whatever odd reason, it felt like a rejection.

Looking back now, I realise that it’s irrational. She didn’t even know who I was back then. But in the moment, it felt like she walked away from me when I tried to open up to her. I was there for her–I wanted to get to know her better, I wanted her interest.

So I spent $138 bucks on coffee for the team that day and she didn’t even come along.

The only plausible reason that I could think of that explained her disinterest was that she was in a relationship, and she was in love with another man.

Which, truthfully, was unacceptable.

I didn’t even consider it as a possibility, until I spotted her looking at her phone in the hallway later that day. She was smiling at whatever she was looking at, and had a doe eyed look of love on her face. I didn’t know what to do with myself then. It was like an anvil was pounding inside my head, blasting me with unwanted thoughts: she is with someone. She is in love with him. They’ll be getting married. She belongs to another man. She is smart, beautiful and successful, why would she be single?

No. This was unacceptable. No. No.

I was consumed by jealousy and resentment. And for once, at a loss at what to do.

If she was involved with someone, I wasn’t sure what I’d do.

But just in a nick of time, I stopped myself and ordered my brain to think rationally. Difficult, under the circumstances, but not impossible.

I didn’t stop. I didn’t even slow down. I walked, softly, like I always did, and glanced at her phone. I expected a text message from someone named ‘Mike’ or ‘Boyfriend’ or something silly like that. Instead, to my immense relief, there was an ugly flat-faced dog staring at me. It was a photo of a dog–bulldog? Pug? Frenchie? I wasn’t sure. I was too elated.

I just walked past her, grinning to myself.

It was just a stupid dog.

But boy, would I have given anything to have her phone light up with my name.

Was that the day I became obsessed?

I can’t be sure now, but I do know that this was the day when instead of driving home, I took the Blue Line, standing on the other side of the car and watched her. I mean, clearly I was doing it for her own protection. It was after 7pm, the office crowd was thinning, and this was a beautiful woman with an expensive bag and $500 dollar shoes. She was as oblivious, it seemed, as she was in the office, her nose buried in her Kindle. For the love of god, she read a lot. I wonder what it was that was keeping her attention like that? Romantasy? A Court of Thorns and Roses? The Fourth Wing? Zodiac Academy?

My brother Cassian loves all that shit and is active on some Romantasy Discord! no less. Pretending to be a woman, I think. He also has some strong opinions about ‘ships’ - yes, he needed to explain all that to me, and once he did, I was the unfortunate springboard for his ramblings. Apparently, he was and still is into ‘Elriel’, which is not something I needed to dig deeper into. But I think it was a fantasy couple? I am not sure. But Elain seemed to be just as transfixed by her Kindle as my brother was by his.

I watched her and saw how she smiled softly to herself from time to time. I watched her cheeks grow pink. I watched her tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.

That was my job.

I wanted to know what page she was on, so I could read it and do that to her.

I wanted her to bite her lower lip like that, and I wanted to tuck her hair away from her face, because she was watching me. Because I was making her feel squirmy and shy. Not some beefy winged Fae warrior.

I followed her discreetly. If you want to trail someone, but look nonchalant doing it, buy yourself a cup of coffee–that puts people at ease. It’s not like a stalker would be drinking coffee or anything absurd like that!

She stopped by Smoke Daddy and picked up a prepared bag, and fuck did I want a brisket sandwich at that moment! It would’ve been nice to go home with her, have a nice BBQ dinner, watch some news, sports, kiss, drink a couple of beers and then fuck like animals on the rug, before going to bed and falling asleep in each other’s arms.

I had trailed her for the next ten days.

It became a routine. I got her home safe and sound, making sure that no one bothered her.

She lived in an old Chicago brown brick three-story building, but it was newly refurbished and obviously nice inside. At least it had a security system! Phew. I’d cut a bitch if it didn’t.

She didn’t have much of a social life, but I couldn’t blame her because we worked 10-12 hour days 5 days a week. And then I saw her answering emails and submitting reports until 10pm almost daily.

A couple of times, even though she hadn’t ‘met’ me, I sent her stern instructions not to work on Friday nights or weekends. I think that scared her. Good. She should know who the boss was.

She didn’t work out, she didn’t do pilates, she didn’t run.

She didn’t cook much either. There was a cheapish all-you-can-eat sushi place on Division that she favoured, but because she ate alone, she sat at the sushi bar. I followed her there and watched her. She played on her phone and watched dog videos on IG. Sometimes, she cried when she watched them. I wondered what made her so sad.

She was a quiet, sad and lonely girl. For some reason, it didn’t surprise me.

The dog’s name is Chapo. He looks like a Chapo, if I am being honest. He is what is often described as ‘thicc’. A large brown-tan Frenchie, who belongs to Elain’s sister.

By the time I’d ‘met’ Chapo, following Elain and inserting myself into her life, while she had no idea and didn’t know that she was being observed, became somewhat of an addiction. I loved it. It was secret and subversive and it gave me pleasure. Perhaps, looking back at it now, it made me feel a little less lonely. Even though I only observed her, it gave me purpose in my own life. It offered me companionship, however one-sided it was. For once, I had something better to do than worry about work. Besides, this solitary activity, which was exclusively mine, suited my character. I didn’t get bored of her boring life. It was actually kind of peaceful.

I was pleased to find that Elain was desperately single.

Despite her prettiness, she came off as shy, but also kind of standoffish. When the weekend came, I pondered whether I should take a break from my spying, but I was not going to rest until I was assured that she didn’t have a man. Technically, it was still possible. They might have had a ‘weekend hookup’ type of a relationship. It wasn't unheard of.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, because there was no routine on the weekend and I feared that I’d end up sitting in my car for the whole day, and she wouldn’t even come out. She seemed like a homebody type, so it was highly likely that that would happen.

But see, the gods were in my favour.

The fact that she left the house right after I came over, following an early gym session, just cemented my belief in that this was sanctioned. That she belonged to me. That I meant to guard her and protect her and then make her mine. This wasn’t a fluke.

When I saw her that Saturday morning, wearing jeans and a corduroy jacket, all I could do was smile. It’s like she sensed me. Like she wanted me to see her.

She went to the bakery, got herself coffee and a whole bag of pastries–this girl was not shy about cake and pastry consumption, if I may say so myself–and then headed out.

She was pretty oblivious to her surroundings as always, and to add to her usual ding-a-ling attitude, she had her earbuds in. Was it scary that she had no concept of her surroundings? Absolutely. Good thing, then, that she had me.

I met Chapo that very day.

Elain and her sister met in a dog park, and chunky Chapo got a pup cup and a dog cookie. That explained the bakery bag–Elain also handed a croissant to her sister. Chapo was running around with other dogs and I heard Elain call him over as ‘Chapi’, worrying that he’d get hurt. He stood his own though, rolling around, wrestling with other dogs, and being absolutely incapable of catching a ball that Elain and her sister were tossing at him. If I am being objective, ‘Chapi’ wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, because how are you a dog and you can’t catch a ball? And then, he almost blew my cover too. I was sitting on a bench, pretending like one of the dogs was mine, and staying out of sight, until he missed his ball yet again, and it rolled towards me. Seriously, this was like the 12th time he completely failed at catching it. So he trotted towards me, his gait a bit sideways, then stopped and earnestly looked into my eyes. His big bat ears flexed and then he ‘smiled’ a huge smile at me, proud of his crooked little teeth. Before Miss Oblivious could see me, I threw the ball away and he ran after it. It’s not like she even knew who I was, because god forbid she’d pay attention and actually have any idea who her boss was, but still, better safe than sorry.

I watched Chapo run back, with his ball finally firmly in his possession, acting like he’s been catching it all day long. Elain hefted him in her arms and rocked him like a baby, covering him with kisses.

I’ve never been jealous of a dog, even Valentino’s pugs or the Queen’s corgis, but that day, I was jealous of Chapo the Frenchie. I also told myself that when I kissed her, she better wash her face and mouth prior. And then, as I watched her bounce Chapo on her hip, I decided then and there that she would be the mother of my children.

It was 6:37am and I entered the cafe in our office building. It was moderately busy, but I knew that Elain would be there by now. I wasn’t wrong. She was standing by the bar, and I watched the barista set an espresso in front of her. I sidled over to the bar, kind of muscling people out of my way. I wanted to see if she’d notice me now?

‘An espresso,’ I ordered, leaning over the polished wood, pretending to check my phone.

Elain’s big brown eyes slipped over my body, her expression disinterested and absent. She tipped her tiny cup back, grabbed her bag, and the cappuccino and left with a brief ‘thanks!’ to the barista.

So much for me hoping that I’d make an impression.

It was that day when I summoned her to my office for the first time.

She was nervous. Surprised. Unsure of herself.

I made her feel special because I wanted to build a rapport with her. I wanted her to trust me. I wanted her to come to depend on me.

She was quiet and tense, and I could see that she didn’t know what to say to me, but I wanted to see what she’d think of on her feet. I thought that her question about how to succeed in the company was a good one. And then, to my inner sadistic delight, she absolutely hated being corrected. And I was fucking ruthless. I don’t feel bad about that.

The Holiday Party at the North Pond was initially a drag, which morphed into animalistic anticipation once I realised that I’d have the opportunity to spend time with Elain one on one. Sure there would be eyes on us, but I knew that most people wouldn’t give us a second thought. And me? Oh, I had all sorts of ideas.

I was going to be nice. I was going to be charming. I was going to show her a whole new side of me. The side that she’d fall in love with. The side she’d want. The side that she’d seek out for support and assistance and guidance. The side that she’d want to curl up to when she was tired and stressed.

Tension radiated through me for the past two weeks.

I was moving into a new position with a lot more responsibilities and was going to be under more scrutiny simply because I was going to be in charge of a very large fund. It didn’t worry me per se, however, the whole Elain thing gnawed at me day in and out. She consumed me. She consumed my thoughts, she consumed my dreams. Pussy lost all meaning and attraction to me, whilst I’d beat myself off raw to the fantasy of those big brown eyes and her innocent little face. I didn’t want to fuck anything or anyone, exept for my hand to the thoughts of Elain’s perfect naked body. I wanted to find some solace, a piece of mind, a bit of tranquility in my head, but it was proving very difficult.

…She was wearing a velvet burgundy dress. Bare arms, a deep V that lovingly displayed her gorgeous breasts and the delicious crater of her cleavage. I didn’t love the length of the dress–it was midi, which made sense in the context of a holiday party, but I would’ve preferred something shorter or floor-length. But I still admired the black and burgundy pumps and how her ankles looked when she crossed her legs.

She was unbearably sexy and I had trouble controlling myself around her, and the fact that there was entirely too much male attention on her, I was not too pleased about. I surely wanted to look at her cleavage, but it seemed that every other buffoon had the same idea. I hovered around her, getting her little plates of appetizers, talking to her, and making sure that no one else dared to approach what was my woman. Oh, they sensed it. The men: they sensed the challenge. But I am big and I am dominant and I am strong, and no one had the balls to test me, or my intentions. All of this was happening on a primal level–I don’t think that any of our co-workers actually thought that I’d be interested in my subordinate. More fools them. But they still avoided Elain for the most part, because I wasn’t looking too friendly, even if it was only instinctual. After all, we were all studs vying for the attention of the same bitch.

Graysen Nolan and Gwyneth Berdara…Ugh.

Gwyn was a junior analyst, and was probably even more clueless than Elain, and that's saying something. I don’t know how it was possible that she couldn’t read the signs of my disinterest, but alas, I guess it was my burden to carry–dealing with clueless women.

Elain was at the bar, and I stepped away for literally a second, when I was accosted by Gwyn, who began yapping about mentorships and how she’d like for me to help her with calcs and client engagement. Girl. I am not helping anyone with calcs. I am too fucking old and basic calculations were way past my time. But I nodded and even joined her at the bar, barely tolerating the dull conversation. She was a nice, if overly eager girl, and in any other instance, I probably would’ve thought that she was hitting on me and mentorship was code word for something else entirely. But, god help me, she actually wanted me to mentor her. Wanted me to show her spreadsheets, and how to pull information efficiently, and what I thought would work best for the clients in terms of presentation. I barely heard her, because it was then that Graysen fucking Nolan sidled over to my girl and started talking to her. Clearly, he didn’t get the memo that she was off limits. She’s been throwing shy, furtive glances my way, her cute little nose wrinkling a little when she looked at Gwyn, who was babbling away next to me.

Could it be? Could my pretty girl be a little bit jealous? However, it seems like she also didn’t the memo that she belonged to me and shouldn’t have been accepting drinks from other men.

I couldn't help but sneer at the fucking cheap drink that he got her. A GnT no less–not everyone’s favourite, and obviously not Elain’s. Graysen was oblivious though. Fucking figures.

I was still pissed off though. Especially when Graysen–I am pretty sure about that–propositioned her. I could see how she got all red and awkward and guilty-looking. Oh yeah. Be afraid. I was angry alright. Not that anyone could tell. I’ve learned long ago to keep my face unreadable and generally pleasant looking. So she had no idea that I was fuming inside.

The moment she got off the bar stool and stumbled, with Graysen grabbing at her, I was done with this shit. She swayed when she walked to the bathroom and I managed to get Graysen involved in a conversation with one of the guys from Investments. By the time I turned around, Elain was back, sitting at the bar, her cheek propped on her hand, her eyes closed. I chuckled. She was drunk as a skunk.

I approached her slowly, watching her eyes pop open and look at me with a bleary expression.

“You are hammered,” I told her.

She huffed and began arguing instantly.

“I am not! I am perfectly fine.”

“Stand up then,” I ordered her and she immediately hefted herself out of her chair, attempting to stand straight. She failed. She wobbled and swayed, and I saw an opportunity when it presented itself to me. I wrapped my arm around her, resting my hand on her hip. Her soft breasts almost pressed into my chest. She was soft all over, soft and pliant and needy. I could sense it. I could’ve probably turned her around right now and hiked up her burgundy dress and exposed her lovely ass to the cold air. I probably could’ve fucked it too. I briefly pondered if she’s been fucked in the ass before, but quickly dismissed the idea as insane. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she was a virgin everywhere. I didn’t think so–some douche probably got to my cherry before me–but that didn’t stop me from imagining how I’d part her pale cheeks and watch her little pink hole quiver in terror. As it should. My hand deftly brushed against the curve of her spine, my touch light and unthreatening, and I smirked to myself, thinking that she had no idea what was on my mind. I was going to fuck her ass hard–she’d cry and beg me to stop and she’d complain that it hurts. But I’d fuck her until she’d start whimpering and whining ‘more, Azriel. Please. More.’ I’d be a gentleman, of course. I’d fuck the tiny pink hole until it was gaping from my dick. And once I was done and she was freshly ass-fucked, she’d turn to me and shyly, sweetly whisper ‘thank you, Azriel. I am yours.’

“Looks like you are hammered,” was all I said. My dick was getting hard and it was a little early for all that.

She was still arguing about her state of inebriation with me, though I wasn’t listening. I was inhaling her sweet floral scent, the whiff of alcohol and the burnt sugar from the creme brulee that she had for dessert. She didn’t even notice it when I placed both of my palms on her hips. When she talked, she attempted to gesticulate and in combination with her swaying, her tits jiggled and bounced. I pretended not to notice. I was going to fuck them too. I wanted to see her nipples–pink, probably, hopefully nice and plump, just like I liked it. I imagined being deep inside her tight, warm ass, pounding steadily, stretching her on my cock. I imagined her huge brown eyes watching me, blinking and wet with tears, the eyelashes sticky. I imagined her pink mouth open and gasping, whispering desperately ‘please Azriel. It hurts. It’s too big. Please. I can’t. It’s too deep. Please, no.” Of course it was going to be too big for her, and I’d burrow as deep as I possibly could. Her pleas would fall on deaf ears though–she could whine and sob all she wanted. I’d be busy sucking those jiggly tits of hers, riding her ass, making her realise who she belonged to with each thrust.

“I am taking you home,” I said abruptly. I needed to separate from her for a second, and get myself together. My mind was running wild.

“No, no, I can’t go with you,” she protested feebly. Like I’d listen.

She then had the audacity to add, “No, you can’t take me home. I am not allowing you to.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I wasn’t asking for permission,” I reminded her.

I half-dragged her to the coat room, and left her sitting there, while I went to gather all her stuff.

I needed to figure out my next moves.

I desperately wanted to fuck her, but it was more than that–I wanted to possess her. I wanted to own her. I wanted her to be mine. I needed her to fall for me, even despite all her reservations. She told me that she didn’t like me and that I was mean to her. It wasn’t untrue, and I could see why she’d think that, but she didn’t understand that to love me, she had to know and see all my sides. And I had way more bad sides than the good.

I kind of wanted to have her sober our first time. Where there is definitely something absolutely amazing about fucking a totally compliant woman, who’d do whatever you want her to, and I certainly wanted my Elain to be like that–giving, and obedient, and submissive. Fighting me a little, but having all her holes ready and softened for me, opening herself up to my invasion, taking everything that I was ready to give her. A bit of resistance was always nice, but I expected total submission afterwards. I knew she’d give it to me. She was naturally compliant. She was a pleaser. Dominating her would be an absolute joy. But I wanted a sober submission.

There was a way to do it: make her think that she wanted it herself. Take it. Film it. It was the most ruthless way of buying her compliance, but I wasn’t above resorting to it in order to get what I wanted.

By the time I grabbed her stuff: purse, shawl, phone, I still hadn't made a decision on how to proceed.

Elain was dozing off where I left her, her eyes closed, her expression peaceful.

She was so beautiful.

I told her that earlier today. I know that she was surprised to hear it. I don’t think that she was completely oblivious to her own attractiveness, but she certainly didn’t expect that kind of praise to come from me. It was amazing how she still didn’t pick up on the signs and didn’t understand that I was interested in her.

I punched in the code on her phone and scrolled through her photos and contacts.

The photos didn’t surprise me–there were hundreds of Chapo. Chapo sleeping. Chapo sitting, Chapo running. Chapo in outfits. Chapo in a bath. Chapo eating. Elain hugging Chapo like she was about to squeeze the life out of him. There were photos of her with her sisters–I could see the resemblance even though Elain was the prettiest. Selfies in different outfits. No photos with any men.

Her eyes opened and her expression turned dismayed. She realised what I was doing and that it was her phone and jumped from the seat, trying to grab the phone away, but she only succeeded in falling into my chest and allowing me the opportunity to hold her close, while I looked at the contacts and deleted those she didn’t need to have. She just glared at me with derision and disbelief, like this was the most shocking thing she’s ever seen.

Lover-boy Graysen, who dared to paw at something that didn’t belong to him, was the first one to go. The thing is–Elain belongs to me. I knew it then, I know it now. But it’s not a one way street. I belong to her just as well. She is mine. But I am also hers. Graysen never played by the same rules and all he wanted to do was take her for a ride. I could ride her infinitely better than he ever could, but I’d give her much more than that.

I deleted Eris. Isaac. Aggressively sexual Tarquin, who’s been hanging out at our break room a little too often for my liking.

Also, did she have the names of every able bodied male in her phone? Thankfully, it didn’t seem like she was texting with anyone. Nor would she.

“Who is Ripleigh?” I asked. “Is it a man or a woman?”

“It’s a woman. It’s my aunt!” she screeched.

She wasn’t lying. It actually said ‘Aunt Ripleigh’ in the contacts, but I wanted to test her. I smiled, dropped the phone in her purse and went to get our coats.

I enjoyed watching her discomfort as we walked out of the park. The poor thing really thought that I’d just dump her in an Uber and let her be. But even worse, she was forced to hold on to me, because I was a gentleman and I offered her my arm, which she reluctantly threaded her hand through. We walked in silence, as I allowed her to adjust to the inevitability of what was about to transpire. She was alone with me, the one she feared, and maybe hated, and it was my arm she was leaning on, and it was my body behind which she huddled to escape the unforgiving wind. I bet she didn’t know how she managed to end up in this situation, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her predicament. Poor thing. In way over her head.

There was another test that I was going to put her through. The outcome would tell me a lot about how she felt, even if she fought it.

She surprised me though, even before we got in the car. We stood waiting for the Uber to arrive when she suddenly said “You talked to Gwyn a lot tonight”.

That floored me. Good thing that she had her head pressed to my shoulder and her eyes closed. Because honestly, I am not sure if I could’ve played it off cool.

Was she actually…jealous? I didn’t know how to respond to her just yet, so I deflected and asked her about Graysen instead. That little prick did attempt to ask her out. I’d have to remind him that interoffice romances were highly discouraged. They weren’t, technically. Especially because Elain and he were colleagues and peers. They could date if they wanted to. She and I–we were a problem of course. I was her boss. She was a subordinate. She was someone I selected myself for my team. Sure, I’d get in trouble if we were discovered, but I was a man and I was liked and respected in the company, and I was a managing partner. Men like me could and did get away with a lot of things. It would be much harder for her. A woman in a very large, prestigious financial institution, getting promoted within a year…The optics weren’t good for her. And just another way for me to keep her quiet once I made her mine.

The fight went out of her pretty quickly once we were in the car. I know that she was tired and cold and sleepy. She knew that I wasn’t going anywhere. I wasn’t sure if she even believed that I’d leave her once we arrived at her place. Instead, she did exactly what I wanted her to do–she passed the test.

Her head fell on my shoulder and her hand on my thigh. She fell asleep on me. Because deep down, she trusted me. I’d have to think about it and unpack it later on. There was a lot happening tonight and I wasn’t ready to address her behaviour fully.

Don’t worry. I didn’t rape her.

Not technically.

And not because of morals, or anything idiotic like that. Mostly because of awareness.

At the end of the day, I wanted her to know that it was me. I wanted her to be conscious. I wanted her to be…well, willing or unwilling, that didn’t really matter to me–but present and succumbing.

She was out by the time we parked by her house. Good thing I knew where she lived, what floor her apartment was on and how to get inside. I rummaged through her purse, got the keys out, while she hung onto me sleepily, snorting softly into my arm. I got us inside and lifted her in my arms, carrying her upstairs.

The only holiday decoration that she had inside was a string of lights around the window. It helped me orientate myself in the apartment and I carried her to the bedroom. I left her on the bed and went exploring.

The apartment was large for a single woman–it was completely remodelled, while maintaining some of the old Chicago charm. I knew she wasn’t poor and considering how much she was making, she could afford it. However, I also did some background digging and learned that Elain Archeron and her two sisters grew up in Winnetka, IL, in a mansion that overlooked Lake Michigan and that their father was the CEO of a major global shipping company. Of course the sisters went to New Trier High School–one of the best in the country. The funny thing is that we were basically neighbors–I graduated from the same school a year before she started 9th grade. I wondered if my father knew hers? They were probably members of the same Glencoe Golf Club. I usually didn’t believe in coincidences, but as our worlds narrowed more and more, I was beginning to believe that perhaps, this was all meant to be. That maybe, this was destiny.

On the surface, the place was tidy and neat. Bookshelves with popular novels–romantasy, by the looks of it. Cassian would love it here! Apparently she also needed three Kindles–one at the little reading nook by the window, another on the kitchen counter and the third was on her nightstand. But the more I explored the more it became obvious that things weren’t as neat and tidy as I first thought. She clearly didn’t have the time or the energy to decorate for Christmas. The trendy herb garden in the kitchen was wilting: the chives half-dead, the basil yellowing, the parsley limp. I grabbed a glass and watered all of them. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink. I could see a layer of dust on the credenza, and on the family photos. Chapo was prominently featured in almost all the pictures. I would need to do something about this dog. She was clearly obsessed with him. The rug could use a vacuum and even though there was a shoe rack in the entry closet, sneakers and booties and boots were piled haphazardly by the door.

Perhaps, she wasn’t handling things as well as I’d assumed she was.

It didn’t make me want to go easier on her, but I’d have to make some considerations. I looked at my phone, and though she didn’t deserve it, I decided to take one of her reports and finish it up myself. She still needed to re-do the UBS report though and I wasn’t going to take that off her plate.

I removed my suit jacket, my tie, my belt, my shoes and walked back to the bedroom.

The bed was unmade–we’d need to discuss it later. Discarded options for this night’s outfits were dumped on the bed and the chair–a green dress, a couple of black dresses, a sparkly number, and a red pantsuit. I picked them all up and went into her closet to hang them. And then I started on her–I lifted her torso off the bed and tugged her coat off. Then I removed her shoes and her scarf. The dress rode up her legs, above the knees and I sat on my hunches, admiring the view. She was soft and her chest rose up and down evenly and I couldn’t help myself and cupped her breast in my palm, squeezing gently. She hummed and her eyes opened. She looked up at me, confused, while I rubbed her nipple with my thumb, caressing her breast. Would she suck my cock if I pushed it in her mouth right now? Probably not well, but I could fuck her mouth and come all over her face, just to make it known that it happened. She licked her lips, her gaze unfocused.

“What are you doing here?” she murmured.

“Shhh, sleep, baby,” I urged her.

She nodded.

“Do you want my cock in your mouth?” I asked casually.

She seemed to think about the proposal for a moment and then argued, “I don’t think I am supposed to…”

“But I give you permission?” I pressed, feeling her up in search of a zipper. “What if I say that you should suck it and that you should please me?”

She draped her arm around my neck, while I unzipped her dress and pulled it down her torso.

“You’d be pleased with me?” she confirmed.

I nodded.

“Very.”

She sighed and yawned.

“I want to please you,” she admitted. “You are scary…But you are handsome,”

“Oh yeah?”

She nodded vigorously.

“I like you…but I hate you too.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

“Do you like me?” she asked, her voice both sleepy but also hopeful.

“Oh, I like you a lot.”

She smiled and then plopped back down on the bed.

I smiled and stroked her cheek.

“You’ll suck everything, sweetheart,” I whispered in her ear, inhaling her scent deep into my lungs. “Even things you never imagined sucking before.”

She was almost nude, wearing only a black lace bra, same style underwear and nude pantyhose.

I rubbed my hands together in anticipation. Even if she wasn’t going to get my dick in her mouth tonight, I was going to get my hands on her tits. I ripped her hose off impatiently, rolling them down her legs and then pushed my face into the warm, damp crotch. I bit her pussy lips through the lace. I pulled on the band and lifted the material up, so I could see. Puffy pink pussy, no hair. Not shaved, but removed professionally. I rolled the panties down and then shoved her legs apart, opening her up. I needed to see. Impatiently, I pulled her lips apart, wider and wider, until she lay splayed like an open book in front of me. She was wet and pink and I pinched her clit between my fingers, squeezing hard. She jerked on the bed and moaned loudly. I pressed her knees to the mattress and placed her hands on top, so she looked like she was holding herself wide open for me. My head went quiet. The way I was going to destroy this pussy…even the thought alone made my cock ache something brutal.

I cupped her whole pussy in my hand and squeezed, getting my palm wet with her juices.

“My cunt,” I whispered in her ear. “My woman. All of you are mine.”

I licked my hand, tasting her, and then took off my shirt, and my trousers. I wanted to feel her skin next to mine. I didn’t plan to stay for the night, but now, my plans have changed.

I rolled her over on her stomach because I wanted to see her other hole. There was something exhilarating about using her and her body any way that I wanted. I sat on the bed, and lifted her hips, until her round pale ass was up in the air. I spread her legs wider, and then slowly pulled her cheeks apart.

Oh yes. I grinned to myself. Also mine.

I was rough, pulling on her tiny hole with my fingers, until her hips rose and shifted instinctually, and I watched her squeeze the bedding nervously. I spat on her hole and it twitched, as saliva slid down between her cheeks and towards her pussy. I watched the slow progression, before reaching between her thighs and dipping both of my thumbs into her opening. I pulled her apart, as wide as she would go. There was something insane about watching her hole ripple and then looking inside of her. I could see inside her body, the place where my children would come from. I spat again and it oozed inside of her and I murmured, “that’s my good girl. Keep it inside. Until you are ready for more.”

I rolled her again and her tits flopped heavily side to side. I climbed on top of her and kissed her neck. I kissed her ear, her forehead. I gathered her breasts in my hands and then I began to suck.

That Monday, after the party, after I spent the night with Elain, after I looked inside her womb and sucked on her tits like they were last meal, I didn’t expect her to show up at work. I checked my email a couple of times over the weekend, to see if she was going to request a day off and I was not going to grant it. Sadly, it was not to be.

She came as always, on time, or rather, earlier than almost everyone. She was dressed in all black–a black turtleneck, black trousers, black boots, and three strings of pearls. Her hair was curled and covered her cheeks and her neck. She was hiding. She was wearing armour, trying to push me back and hide the evidence of our night together. All the hickeys, all the bites, all the scratches.

We had a 7:30 am meeting with Switzerland and everyone piled into the conference room at 7:15am.

I decided to make the official announcement about my team before the meeting started.

“Good weekend everyone?” I asked.

There were groans and nods and complaints about holiday shopping. Elain remained quiet, eyes firmly on her laptop.

“Elain?” I asked her after some time.

She looked up at me, lips pursed together, glowering.

“I’ve had better,” she sneered.

“Oh really? That’s a shame,” I shook my head. “I guess we’ll work harder next time to make sure you have a great weekend.”

She almost gasped in horror.

I smiled.

“Now,” I looked at the team. “I wanted to start off by announcing that I’ve made my preliminary assessments of everyone’s capabilities, strengths and weaknesses on the team. The following people will be joining me and will be reporting to me.”

I rattled out a bunch of names: traders, brokers, auditors, administrators, analysts and transfer agents.

Graysen jumped up, his face screwed up,

“I am sorry, you are choosing Elain over me??”

“Is there a problem?” I queried.

“I have seniority! I have more experience. I’ve been busting my a-,”

“I don’t care what you’ve been busting,” I told him sternly. “My mind is made up. Her reports are timely, thorough, supported with good data and I trust her calculations,” I explained.

“No, you needed a token chick on the team!” Graysen sneered.

“Sit down,” I ordered him. “If you have a problem with my decision making, take it up with Rhysand. Are we clear? Elain’s been punctual, precise, and delivered excellent work. I expect all of you to treat her with respect and we will all have a great year. Remember the potential, guys. Some of you are looking at some major bonuses. Let’s start the year off running.”

There were fist pumps, and loud cheers and applause.

Elain was red-cheeked.

But I wasn’t going to let anyone think anything less of her just because she was a woman. She was my woman. But she was also my employee and my team member. I didn’t care if this was a boys’ club. She belonged here, with us.

After the meeting, which went well, I watched her walk back to her cube.

I smiled.

I was in for the long run.

I was going to break her.

I was going to make her mine.

But first, I picked up my phone and scrolled through my contacts, finding the cleaning service that I used.

I ordered a bi-weekly house cleaning for Elain. And then, I pulled up a bunch of food delivery options and started reading. Hello Fresh? Home Chef? Marley Spoon? Whatever I was going to decide on was going to be the best service out there. Only the best for my girl.

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yandere-paramour · 2 days ago

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I remember you stating in your 'Meet Atalanta' that Ata would tickle her darling if she was in a playful mood. However, I would like to know more about that scenario. You don't have to go to great lengths; I just want to learn more about the gentle, playful side of Atalanta, rather than the powerful, dominant business woman we all know.

P.S, you can take your time on this, I know you mentioned you have a lot of asks so you could put this on the back burner if need be :)

I'll turn this into headcanons for you, I'm too burned out to write a full thing

Atalanta in a playful mood

Obviously, Atalanta is a busy woman

All during the week, she gets up super early to exercise, heads to work and works hard, then comes back home to tend to you

She's tired!

You'll have to forgive her for not being in a super playful mood during the week. She's still super loving and doting and sweet to you, she's just not as playful

But on the weekends? Atalanta is at her best.

She can devote her time entirely to the best life has to offer

She can read, visit the opera or the theatre, visit her parents, or just relax and take a nap

And the best thing is now she can do them with you

It's been a super lazy morning

Ata made breakfast herself, just something simple, scrambling some egg white with spinach and making some toast

You both eat and laze around for hours

Atalanta reads one of the novels Noelle chooses for her on the chaise lounge while you doomscroll in her lap

After a light lunch Ata ordered from the bistro down the street, you drag her back to the bedroom

You both watch hours of trashy tv, some inane thing you pretend to enjoy just because you know Ata hates it but she won't deny you

She rolls her eyes as soon as you turn it on, and you giggle

"What's wrong, Ata? You don't like this show?" You ask in a mocking tone, poking your wife in her toned abdomen

Ata can't help but smile as you tease her. She pulls you back over to her, fingers lightly fluttering over your sides, "You know damn well I don't like this one"

You explode into giggles at her light tickles, and Ata doesn't stop, unable to do anything that would result in the loss of your beautiful smile

You know that the only way to get her to stop is to distract her, so you press your lips to hers, kissing her passionately

Atalanta's fingers immediately quit, coming to rest on your hips, steadying you as you straddle her

Your own hands come up into her own short hair, keeping her perfect lips right where you want them

The vacuous TV show is quickly forgotten, both of you lost in each other's mouths and... other parts.

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an-indecisive-nerd · 2 days ago

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🍽️ - What does a traditional meal look like in one of the cultures from your world (food, way of eating, and/or table manners)?

Happy WBW!

Oooh okay so this is a fabulous question. Fun fact, all of my worlds have foods that are unique to them, because that's something my brain does in its free time. I've been thinking about Shussuthas lately so I'll talk about them for this post but if you're interested in the other worlds let me know.

Now, Shussuthas is... interesting. And by that I mean it's a terrible place to live. Slavery is common and as a whole it's a very nasty dictatorship.

So on Shussuthas, the average lower class person eats the same thing every day, a compound that contains all their nutrients. The food and eating habits I’m going to be telling you about are those of the elite, who are allowed to eat real food.

Food:

Breakfast - a common breakfast on Shussuthas is lepiro (a type of bird kind of like a cross between a crow and a chicken) eggs, usually served with shishquo leaves (basically you take the like side bits off what's pretty much a giant tastier pinecone) and a type of honey tea that helps your throat when it's dry out.

Lunch - A common lunch would be a stew made with various types of tubers and root vegetables, as well as pumpkin. If you want something with meat in it you could add some ice worms. This will of course mean it has to cook longer, as the ice worms will cool the whole thing down.

Dinner - Some sort of edible bird (they eat most of them), likely spicy, served with again some root vegetables or mashed pumpkin, as well as a type of bread called gredbread which is very light and fluffy, usually salty, sometimes there's garlic or pepper (hot or black) involved too.

Dessert - A shishquo hollowed out and filled with this soft spongy stuff that's made of tree sap and pumpkin covered in a smooth minty cream stuff, and the shishquo is covered in dark chocolate, and it's on some leaves from a tree that's like a deciduous but it's evergreen called a vechhong, and it's soaked in honey and frozen so it's all crunchy.

On Shussuthas they never eat snacks, and they always take their meals at exactly the same time each day. It's a huge taboo to eat at a different time, you’re only allowed to eat at a different time if your schedule demands it, such as if you work the night shift, but even then you have a schedule and you stick to it. You also never skip a meal. If you were to be at someone's house and they offered you food and you said no you would be ostracized from society. They take their meals very seriously. Everything stops for meals. Oh you've been seriously injured? Sorry we can't help you, the doctor’s eating lunch. And the patient would understand and food would be brought to them because it's lunch time. You might die but you didn't skip a meal.

As for table manners, if you’re commenting on someone's cooking you have to tell them what specifically you did or didn't like about it so they can improve, otherwise it's very impolite.

Thanks for the ask!

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sirowsky-stories · 2 days ago

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Isolated Incident

My goodness it's been a minute! Hello, tumblr, wonderful to see you again 🤗

Description: When a hike doesn't go quite as planned you're forced to seek shelter for the night, only the little cabin isn't empty when you reach it.

Warnings: Marcus Pike x Female Reader, reader is defined as female but has no physical descriptions at all, mention of the bear vs. man thing, smut, minor angst.

Author's Note: This is something of a request from my good friend @bilibiche although I've altered the setting from winter to autumn because it just came easier to me right now, oddly enough. Sorry for the delay, and I hope you like it, love!

Word Count: 4720 Author's Masterlist Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Wednesday 12:38 PM

”Can I ask you a serious question?” one of your newer colleagues wonders while you’re having lunch together.

“I thought all your questions were serious…” you say with a critically raised brow, because this particular guy is of the less than goofy sort, and it bothers you how it feels like he’s labelled you as flimsy, or lax, just because you approve of a little light-hearted fun now and then.

“Well, yeah, but like serious as in; life or death.”

“I’m not sure what you mean by that, but sure, ask away.”

“Okay. Why would you risk your life just to walk to the top of a mountain?”

You can’t help but smile a little at his apparent lack of insight into how the world works, but you soon turn serious again since it’s not really a fun topic.

“I hike because the woods are peaceful and make me feel strong and at ease with myself. And if some wild animal does decide to try and eat me, I actually have a much better chance of scaring off a bear or puma, than a man.”

He looks slightly confused by that.

“Sure, but… the leading cause of death for female hikers worldwide is drowning or falling, not encountering either men or animals.”

“And the leading cause of death for women worldwide is cardiovascular disease, but you don’t see us leading healthier lives just because we know that,” you counter, and he tilts his head with curious interest.

“So, you equate the risk of hiking to the risk of dropping dead from an unknown disease?”

Instead of trying to explain to him that you never actually weigh the dangers of anything you do, since that would just put you off of doing anything, ever, you decide to give him a comparison he might understand.

“I look at it this way: When going to a club, or on a date, is even more dangerous to my overall health than being alone in the woods, why shouldn’t I walk to the top of a mountain?”

Thursday 07:41 AM

The drive was long, especially when you’d decided to get started before dawn to get the most out of the daylight hours, but now that you’re on the trail, the fatigue has vanished and not even the light drizzle and grey skies are able to dampen your mood. You’ve only walked this trail once before, and you’re planning on exploring a different section of it this time, which is supposedly a bit more challenging as you get closer to the top, so it somehow feels like the mountain is still completely new to you.

In terms of height, the mountain is a small one, only about a thousand feet, but the base of it stretches for about ten miles in every direction, making it massive all the same. And the view from the peak is amazing since nothing else in the area comes close to the same height. It boasts impressive cliffs where erosion and the occasional earthquake has cracked the stone and generated immense landslides, and since rain is pretty consistent around here, some of those cliffs have become breathtaking waterfalls.

The woodlands are thousands of years old, untouched save for the narrow trail which is kept clear by the many hundreds of feet which tread on it every year. It’s illegal to cut down trees or start fires, or just do anything which negatively impacts the natural state of the forest, like leave garbage or dig any hole bigger than what might be needed to bury your natural waste.

And to help people keep to these rules, a volunteer group has built little cabins on regular intervals along the trails, where hikers can take shelter in case of bad weather or if they get injured. Each cabin has basic survival equipment like chopped wood and lighting tools, jugs of fresh water, first aid kits, candles and blankets. And there’s a wood-burning stove in all of them. You’ve never needed to use one, but you’ve familiarized yourself with them anyway.

Thursday 11:24 AM

The weather improves all through the morning, first with the stopping of the rain and then gradually becoming less cloudy, until the entire sky is suddenly bright blue above you, just in time for your lunch-stop. You’ve gotten high enough by now that the trees are much fewer and further apart, and there are large sections of bared rock in between, some of them chiselled smooth by millennia of rainfall and snow, and others covered in soft moss.

You don’t stay for long, both to avoid getting chilled by the autumn air, but also because your timeframe is limited. It takes roughly six hours to get to the top, and then between five and six hours back down, depending on how slippery it is, and that’s about as much daylight as there is for the time of year, so there isn’t much left over for you to sit around. Not if you wanna avoid having to stay the night.

There’s a sleeping bag designed for arctic survival in the bottom of your backpack, and protein bars as emergency food if you should need it, so you are prepared to spend the night on the mountain if it becomes necessary, but you’d prefer not to. Which is why, just as you reach the top and notice another shift in the weather, you start to feel a bit anxious. You take a few pictures up there and give yourself a moment to just sit and catch your breath, but the looming black clouds on the horizon won’t let you fully relax.

It looks incredibly dramatic, the contrast of the soft-looking woodlands with their colourful fall leaves against the dark pine needles, all caressed by bright midday sunlight, against the darkness of the incoming storm and the shadow it casts over the landscape further to the east. That weather system is going to swallow up the sun soon, and if it lingers, which it looks like it probably will just going by the size of it, you’re not gonna have another six hours of daylight. You might not even have half that.

Thursday 16:18 PM

The rain comes down so hard that even your baseball cap isn’t enough to let you have full vision in front of you, and although it isn’t fully dark yet, your flashlight is your only hope of seeing where the hell you’re putting your feet, not to mention where the trail is. You’d hoped to make it down to where you’d parked your car, but it’s taken you twice as long to walk down as it did going up, so you still have at least four hours left, and it’ll be pitch black and way too dangerous to keep moving long before then. So, when you reach the next cabin, you decide to call it a day.

But as you approach the unassuming little wooden structure, you can see faint lights through the one small window in the door. There’s no electricity out here, so it’s not like someone could’ve accidentally left the lights on when they left, unless a hiker forgot to blow out a candle, which seems unlikely. Even the rookies on this trail know better than to jeopardize their own or someone else’s chances of survival by burning down a cabin.

So, in conclusion, there’s another hiker here, and you haven’t seen a soul along the trails so you have no idea who this person might be. But you also can’t keep going to the next one, because it’s more than an hour’s walk away. Suddenly your conversation with George pops up in your head again, and you find yourself weighing the risk of sleeping in a cabin with a stranger, compared to the risk of walking in the pouring rain in complete darkness on a trail you’re not really familiar with.

“Shit…” you mutter to yourself, before slowly approaching the cabin.

You knock on the door, since it seems rude to just walk in, even though whoever’s occupying the tiny house doesn’t have any more of a claim to it than you do. It takes a few seconds, during which you don’t hear anything at all from inside, until the door swings inward and a tall man comes into view before you. He’s wearing wool underclothing, the figure-hugging kind designed to keep people warm and dry closest to the skin to prevent hypothermia, so he’s probably not a rookie.

“Hi,” you half-shout over the thunder of the rain, thinking you probably look like a drenched cat, while this guy looks more like a movie star than anyone you’ve ever met.

“Hi. Come on in,” he offers with a smile, and you only hesitate for a second because this man’s smile is as disarming as a cat’s purr.

“Thank you.”

Once inside you take off your pack and then get started on your soaked outer layer of clothing, while he politely closes the door for you and then moves over to the stove where he’s apparently in the middle of boiling some water.

“That’s some monsoon level rain,” he chats while he works. “How long have you been out there?”

“Yeah. Uh, since 7:30 this morning. I could tell from the peak that it was gonna come in fast, so I tried to keep up the pace, but the trail was still wet from the morning drizzle.”

“I came from the south trail and there was a lot of fog down there this morning, so I decided to wait and get a later start, but then I got stuck in this instead. It wasn’t on any of the forecasts, as far as I know.”

“No, it wasn’t. I chose this week specifically because the worst of the autumn rains have hit two weeks later for the past five years,” you share, since he’s being very kind and keeping his eyes on what he’s doing while you strip down to your underwear and then put on a dry set of underclothes, almost identical to his.

“Same. I’ve been coming here around this time every year for almost a decade now.”

“If you came from the south and you decided to stop here you must be doing the circle trail, right?” you ask, curious now that you’ve begun to feel comfortable around him.

There are three trails that lead from the bottom to the top of the mountain from three different directions, each one difficult in its own way, from steepness, to long stretches where the trail is impossible to see, to marshlands and tricky seas of rounded boulders that like to shift under your feet. But the circle trail takes you along all of them while also bringing you around the entire base of the mountain. It’s the hardest one and it takes a minimum of three days to complete.

“That’s right. Is this your first time here?” he wonders while you take your sleeping bag out of your pack and use it as a cushion when you take a seat closer to the stove, facing him.

“Second, but I love this mountain.”

“You’re not a rookie, though,” he observes. “You’ve got all the right gear. I noticed the bear spray on your shoulder strap, and the stiletto on the other one.”

“Honestly, I carry those mostly in case I need to protect myself from people,” you admit, to which he smiles again.

“I figured. And you’re right to do so. I know you don’t really have any reason to believe me, but I promise you won’t get any trouble from me.”

You just nod in return, and he refocuses on the stove, where his water is now steaming hot, so he pours it into a thermos and then reaches for his wood-carved cup and what looks like a packet of dehydrated soup.

“You want one?” he asks when he sees you looking at the cup.

Initially, you’re about to decline because you have your own emergency food with you and he clearly has a long way to go before he’s leaving the mountain, so you should let him keep his nutrition. But you don’t have anything you can heat up with you, except for plain water, and while you’re not exactly cold, the prospect of warm soup after a long day of walking sounds too good to pass up.

“Do you have enough to spare?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m ex-military, I know how to stay alive even if I run out of food,” he offers, and then just hands you a packet. “I’m Marcus, by the way.”

You give him your name after thanking him for the soup, but while you dig out your own cup, you decide to let your growing curiosity take over.

“So, what’s a former military man with good manners doing all alone in the wilderness on a random Thursday afternoon?”

“That’s possibly the most subtle way anyone’s ever asked me if I’m single,” he chuckles, and the humour brings a playful glimmer to his eyes.

“Don’t forget the subtle hint to unemployment as well,” you smile in return while stirring the soup, and a warm laughter rocks him back a little where he sits.

“That’s right. You’re good, I like it. Well, I’m actually really crap at taking vacations, so my boss has made it a tradition to kick me out of the office around this time of year. And since I don’t know how to exist without a purpose, I spend that time out here, which should tell you everything you might wanna know about my relationship status, reminding myself how big the world is and how easily it can crush me.”

“Wow, you’re just a big bag of sunshine, aren’t you…” You say it with a smile, but the ironic tone is unmistakeable. Still, he just chuckles again.

“Alright, look, I know it sounds kinda negative, but it’s really the opposite. I’ve been in wars, seen people’s lives be destroyed by hurricanes, pulled animals out of mudslides, dug skiers out of avalanches. I’ve seen survival where it should’ve been impossible, so when I come out here, it reminds me that no matter how bad a situation I might find myself in, there’s always hope. Knowing I’m small and fragile doesn’t make me feel any less alive. It makes me feel like every step is a victory.”

Having no words to offer in return to something so unexpectedly profound, you end up just staring at him, suddenly wanting to know absolutely everything about this man.

“And the good manners I got from my mother,” he finishes with a wink, making you laugh.

Thursday 22:19 PM

You spent the entire evening talking and getting to know each other, but eventually your curiosity gave way to fatigue, forcing you to accept that no matter how interesting this man is, you’ll have to part ways in the morning, so you might as well get some rest. Learning that he’s an FBI-agent was a bit of a shock, since he looks like he belongs in Hollywood, but it’s done nothing to dull your attraction to him. And you are attracted to him. Way too much for someone you just met.

The rain is still hammering the metal roof and the fire crackles in the stove as you try and create a comfortable sleeping place with nothing but the blankets as mattrasses on the wood floor, although the padding of your respective sleeping bags helps a bit.

“I love the sound of the rain,” he quietly ponders after you’ve both settled in.

“It’s like it harmonizes with the background noise of your mind and creates a melody only you can hear,” you chime in, and hear him turn his head towards you.

You’re both on your backs right next to each other, so you turn your head as well, meeting his brown eyes, turned black by the darkness of the cabin now that you’re no longer by the fire.

“Exactly,” he whispers, and a peculiar look sneaks into the frame of his features.

Something you can’t name but somehow know in your soul all the same. And the longer you meet his gaze, the clearer that expression becomes. Until you realize that his response isn’t just referring to the rain, but to the harmony that each of you have instilled in the other, by just existing in the same space. He’s telling you that he feels it too. How the two of you just… fit.

So, with a nervous inhale setting a thousand butterflies lose in your stomach, you roll onto your side and gently press your lips to his, silently begging him not to pull away, not to reject you when you’re taking a chance. Pouring all your hope into the perception you’ve created of him as a good man. A man worth that chance, even if just for tonight. He meets your lips with soft desire, the most welcoming sensation anyone can offer, and you let all guards and barriers fall.

The sleeping bags are rearranged to accommodate you both together, then the clothes are discarded without hurry or fanfare, because this isn’t two people merely wanting a release, but seeking a connection. He settles down on top of you and you pull his sleeping bag over his back, then you lay there just looking at each other while your bodies warm one another.

“Of all the things I imagined might happen on this hike, this wasn’t one of them,” he whispers, and at first you think he’s just being sweet, but then he continues. “Which is my way of saying I don’t have any protection with me.”

Surprised that he’s even thought of it, you need a few seconds to decide how to respond.

“Same. But I still want to.”

He nods in agreement, letting his fingers trace your jawline.

“Would you trust me to pull out?”

You hold his gaze for a long moment, seeking any kind of crack in his gentlemanly character, and when you can’t find it, you have your answer.

“Yes.”

The next kiss is deeper, filled with craving and lust but still so warm and harmonious. You’re both still seeking connection, figuring out how to fit together entirely without tension, and it isn’t until you feel yourselves relax into one another that he finally unites your bodies. He pushes himself inside and you both seem to enter a new dimension in your shared pleasure, somehow knowing what the other feels without words.

You settle your hands on his lower back, letting one slowly slide up to the nape of his neck, making him shiver, and he scrapes his teeth against your shoulder in return, generating the same response in you. His hips are firm but rolling with each push to give you more friction, and every time you shift yourself to alter the angle between you, he follows your lead, letting you show him what you need.

And when the pressure builds and the need takes over, you’re already so attuned to each other that it happens organically. But then, just as you’re about to fall into the rapture, you feel him tense. Holding back, to let you come before he has to pull out, but in doing so, he breaks the harmony.

“Don’t,” you whisper through strained breaths, tightening your arms around him. “Stay.”

He doesn’t question it, he wants it just as much as you do, and the moment the tension eases, you’re suddenly falling together, and it’s better than anything you’ve ever experienced before this moment. Every time his muscles curl, your body responds, and vice versa, until you’re both so drained that your bodies won’t move at all anymore.

Friday 06:11 AM

The dusky light of dawn wakes you, and Marcus is the first thing you think of. He’s still there, having only just managed to lift his torso off you before he passed out last night, but his arm is resting heavy over your stomach and his legs are still entwined with yours while he sleeps soundly, nestled against you. For a few minutes you just watch him sleep, wishing that time would stop today and let you stay here with him, but then he stirs.

You don’t say anything even when he eventually opens his eyes and smiles at you. You just keep looking at him, and he quickly figures out why.

“You’ll see me again, honey,” he promises in a husky morning voice, and you want to believe him.

But life has taught you not to expect you’ll get to keep the amazing. It always seems to come and go according to someone else’s will, never listening to what you want or need. So, you close your eyes and try to burn the image of him into the backs of your eyelids. A kiss graces your lips then, and in his touch the promise seems so real.

“We should pack up,” you hear yourself say, even though that’s the opposite of what you want.

He lets go of you when you sit up, and a part of you wishes he’d forced you to stay with him, even though that would only prolong the inevitable. You each pack in silence. There’s no fire this morning, because then one of you would have to stay until it burned out, which means that breakfast is simple and quick.

“I know what you’re doing,” he says when you’re pulling your pack on, “I’ve done it myself so many times, trying to cut ties before I get hurt, but I’m not gonna let you do it to me.”

“Marcus… I want to keep you,” you admit once you’ve clipped all the straps into place. “I didn’t even know it was possible to feel this connected to another person, of course I wanna see you again.”

“Then why are you trying to say goodbye to me?” he understandably wonders, and you sigh deeply, looking for the words.

“Because connection is hard. Relationships are hard. And I’m soft… You look at me and you see this strong woman out here all alone, ready to take on anything, but underneath all that, I’m just scared,” you explain, somehow feeling smaller while you watch him quietly absorb and consider his reply.

“We all are.” He says it so simply, and yet the words sound so heavy.

Resting your hands against your hips, you lower your gaze to the floor and try to silence your fears for a minute.

“And what if we work?” you question, watching him as he tries to follow your logic.

You can see the moment it clicks. The moment he realizes what you’re really saying. Because in the end, it isn’t this moment that’s going to solve anything.

“We’ll figure it out.”

“But that’s the thing… I finally have my life figured out. I finally have the house I’ve scraped and saved for my entire life, the job that makes me happy and lets me live the way I want to, the true friends that I can depend on for anyth-…“

“And yet, you’re still alone,” he gently cuts you off, and the look in his eyes is so sad it makes your chest tighten. “Because you’re scared. Just like I am.”

You step out of the cabin without another word, setting a careful pace on the slippery track, still saturated with water even though the rain has stopped, and the sun is about to rise to a mostly clear sky. He doesn’t have your number, nor do you have his. Walking away means ending this relationship before it’s even begun, but somehow it feels like the easier path. Still, every step taking you closer to your car makes your feet feel a little bit heavier.

The woods deepen, growing wilder with the lower altitude, until you need to keep your arms up in front of your face to keep the branches from scratching it. You emerge from the path onto the road exactly where you’d entered it yesterday, and your car is right there waiting for you. The drive home feels longer than any journey you’ve ever taken.

Friday 10:32 AM

Your house somehow looks lonelier than before. Even the flowers in your garden seem to have lost some of their colour and the chirping of the birds sounds hollow to your ears. And all this is because of him. Because for a few hours, you experienced true harmony, and now nothing could ever compare. Part of you regrets ever meeting him, and another part regrets walking away. But it’s done.

The rest of the day is endless and too short at the same time, spent in a haze of confusion while you do the laundry, cook, clean up the kitchen, shower and try to watch something on TV. All while Marcus fills every corner of your mind, every second that passes. When you eventually fall asleep it’s with an anxious restlessness which has you twisting and turning, waking up every thirty minutes, and dreaming strange things in between.

Monday 07:46 AM

“I thought you said the hikes make you feel better…”

“Huh?”

“When I asked you why you’d risk your life to walk up a mountain you said it was because it makes you feel better,” George reminds you at the breakfast break, but you still have no idea why he’s bringing this up.

“Yeah. What’s your point?”

“Only that you look more like you’re feeling worse.”

“Thanks a lot…” you scoff. “It wasn’t a great hike.”

“How come?”

“It rained most of the time.”

“And here I thought all you outdoorsy people didn’t mind rain.”

“It just wasn’t a great hike, okay,” you snap at him, not at all interested in talking about this with him, or anyone else, for that matter.

“Alright, I’m sorry I asked.”

He’s quiet for a while after that, scrolling on his phone like everyone else in the break room. But just a few minutes before your break is over, he suddenly looks up from his device with a very puzzled wrinkle between his brows.

“Uh, who the fuck is Marcus Pike?”

You literally drop your own phone onto the table and just stare at your colleague with absolute shock. And when he doesn’t get a response, he glances back down at his phone and then looks back up at you, even more confused.

“Why is he asking about you? How the hell does he know we work together? How did he even get my number? Who is this guy?”

“He’s… an FBI-agent,” you finally reply, and George turns a shade paler.

“Why does an FBI-agent wanna talk to you? And why would he go through me?”

“My number isn’t that easy to find, I guess he decided to take a shortcut.”

“Again, why?”

You’re not remotely interested in sharing the details of your meeting with Marcus with your coworker, so you counter with a question instead.

“What exactly is he asking?”

“He just texted me asking if I could pass the phone to the woman sitting across from me. Wait… How does he know where in the room we are?”

“Because your idea of phone security is sharing your data with absolutely everyone,” you admonish, then snatch the device from his hand.

The moment you see the message, a call comes through from an unknown number, so you take a breath and then pick up the call before you can change your mind.

“Hi,” he answers, identical to the way he did when he answered the door at the cabin, and it immediately makes a lovely warmth spread through you.

“Agent Pike. This is unexpected,” you reply, highly aware that you’re in a room full of people who are all listening.

“You’re surprisingly hard to find, honey. But once I figured out where you work, your address was a piece of cake,” he confidently announces, and there’s something in his voice that makes you feel like his confidence is about more than a victory over a technical limitation.

“Where are you, right now?”

There’s a soft laughter on the other end, and right then, you can hear birds in the background. The same chirps you always hear from the trees around your house.

“I did promise you’d see me again.”

THE END

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