#fanfiction for a favor

[meimeiherokitten]

So... I'm writing an OFMD fic in a genre I am not used to. I don't usually read this genre and have never written it before. Moreover, it is on a subject i don't believe in. I consider this a challenge. I am up to this. But it's...difficult.

My solution? Well, when all else fails, torture Izzy with it.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Damian paused when his phone pinged, indicating a message. He tried to ignore all his siblings looking at him with surprise.

In thier defense, they had never seen him casually texting someone outside of the family, and with Bruce, Alfred and the rest of thier patchwork group already present it was clear he wasn't chatting with them.

Damians' expression changed from annoyance to confusion, then to consideration before turning his gaze to Alfred the cat. Without warning, the youngest Wayne walked over and began kneeding the cat like a kitten would do to its mother or a soft blanket.

The reaction was immediate. Alfred let out a startled mmrp, looked confused, then shocked before purring louder than any bat had ever heard a cat before.

Dicked looked over at the screen of damians discarded phone to see two text messages from someone labeled in the contacts as "Nightingale"

<Stop whatever you're doing it will be worth it I promise!>

<Go kneed your cat>

Dick had questions, and by the looks of things, so do the other bats

[jarofstyles]

The Favor 14

....hey.... how ya'll doin...

Jokes aside, I had a hard time writing this part. I had it halfway done but every single time I went to pick it back up it was like my body rejected it. That being said, I scrapped a lot of it and started over and I got it done much quicker. That's probably some sort of life lesson or something. But I'm so happy to finally get this part out to you. It's a lot! I’d really appreciate feedback and what you want to see from them!

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Warnings- (please read) D/S dynamic, exhibitionism, oral, mention of anxiety, mention of past sexual accidents/injury, examples of rope play, Soft!Dom Harry, mention of subspace, safe wording, panic attack

He wanted to go to a play party. 

Y/N had been a bit shocked that he’d want to go to one of those considering he’d been vocal about not particularly wanting to share her, but he explained it to her in a way that made much more sense- just like he always did. Harry always had a plan and she really needed to give in and trust him. 

They didn’t have to touch anyone else, or have to be touched at all. They would be there simply to watch- or sit to the side and do things themselves. A private party for the club that one of the friends she’d met last time, booked out the bigger rooms and had a strict list of criteria. Only her most trusted people would be there, meaning Harry would feel more safe to let loose. 

There would be a similar bracelet system to what she was familiar with. Black to say you were off limits and/or with a partner, pink to say you were open to anyone,  green if you were okay with anyone approaching you to play, purple if you were a couple looking for someone else to play with, and a few others that didn’t really concern them. Black was the color they’d choose. 

Considering how much she’d liked the last time, watching that other woman, she was… Intrigued.

When he’d told her after that lunch, she had been slightly shocked, but considering how intently Harry had been watching her, getting to know her tastes and limits further… it made sense. Y/N wanted to try new things, experiment, be exposed to different things even if she didn’t fully understand it quite yet. Going to a sex party, for a lack of better words, would be one of those things she knew she got to see and experience. And if she didn’t like it? They wouldn’t have to go again. Her Dom, her boyfriend, would be more than happy to do it all on their own. 

“Y’sure you’re alright with going, baby?” Harry sat on the bed with her, trying to choose from the outfits she’d brought with her. “You seem a little nervous.” The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel obligated to do something she wasn’t okay with. Even with the trust they had built, he knew there was a fine line in what would build or break that trust further. 

Their relationship so far had been incredibly rewarding. Harry’s iron grip on it, trying to keep it protected and cultivating it to a way that they’d both enjoy, was something he knew he needed to somewhat relax with. Their dynamic was something that didn’t just go away. It ebbed and flowed depending on their moods, their needs. Y/N needed a guiding hand, she’d asked for it, and he trusted himself enough to know how to guide her when they were on their own- but the club, ironically enough, was more of a loose cannon. He didn’t have every little detail meticulously planned in the ability to do so. He could only control himself… and Y/N, because she was gracious enough to trust him to do so. 

Harry knew he was a good Dom, but he wanted to be the best for her. As much as he knew it was simply a part of figuring out what her likes and dislikes were, that protective part of him didn’t like the idea of her being exposed to things he already knew she wouldn’t be into- but he had to let her. That had been the basis of them meeting. Y/N wanted to see.

The woman he now called His, she had a thirst for knowledge he hadn’t seen in anyone before. Curiosity licked at her skin like flames, making her search anything, any question that came to her mind. 3 in the morning and she’d lightly rouse him awake to ask him about the differences in floggers that he had in his kit, or she’d pause a conversation to look up a word he’d used that she didn’t know the meaning of. It was incredibly endearing, but it also meant he had needed to practice a different sense of patience with her.

“I mean, of course I’m nervous! But it isn’t.. bad. You know?” She tilted her head. “It’s like, I want to do it and see it. It seems so interesting to me. I liked what we saw last time and the idea of people just… doing stuff is something I want to see if I like. Just a little nervous I’m gonna stand out and look as anxious as I feel. It’s a nasty cycle.” Shrugging her shoulder, she held the babydoll up against her body with a calculating gaze in the mirror. It would be suitable. With her hair in soft curls down her shoulders, makeup dewy and soft, it seemed like it matches. The powder blue with lace up top and sparkly layered mesh at the bottom, she had a feeling it would be the best option. As much as she had thought she’d lean into a darker look, this was more true to her.

 “But I’m excited too. Because I want people to see how lucky I am.” Turning back towards him with a sly smile, she tossed the hanger on the bed and stepped between his spread legs. “No one else is going to be able to say that the most handsome man in the club is theirs. Their Dom or their man.” Biting her lip, she slipped her hands through his hair to tilt his head back. It was silky through her fingers, pushing the freshly washed waves out of his face as she felt the hot palms of his hands lock on to her hips. Just like she liked it. “I feel like a bit of a show off but, I don’t know. It sort of plays into what I like. I didn’t expect it but… I think I may be a bit of a possessive lover.” 

That was an understatement. She was by far the most jealous and possessive submissive he’d had, he’d said as much, but she couldn’t help it. People looked at him whenever they went anywhere. And like, sure, she could understand. Pretty man, Greek god looking, warm skin, sharp eyes, tall, broad shoulders, ultra polite, charming in a way that was missed in a lot of me, tattoos- god, the fucking tattoos-he had it all. But he was hers, and she would prove it to anyone at any moment if needed. 

  An exaggerated laugh came from the man, grabbing at her thighs and pulling her to straddle over his lap. “Well, I never woulda guessed.” He said sarcastically. “Sweet little Puppy’s got sharp teeth.” Squeezing her cheeks together with his fingers to make her lips pucker, he watched her hit him with an eyebrow raise. “M’just as bad and you know that. I just like to be a bit of a show off too. It’s a mixed bag. You’ve got t’feel it out.” His grip on her face pulled her in to kiss him briefly. “Makes me happy that people get to admire you, but I’m the only one that gets to touch, feel, taste… all of it. They can watch.” 

Harry didn’t have a problem with people getting to see her, but it only reassured him that his sentiment on not sharing her was going to remain the same. The few times he’d tried it before Y/N, it didn’t go the way he wanted and he had told her as much. However, their visit to the club when he made her cum all over his lap? That had most definitely been more his speed. The mix of exhibitionism and voyeurism had been precisely what they needed. 

“You just need t’be honest with not only me, but yourself. Yeah, M’your Dom, but I’m your boyfriend as well. If you don’t like the things you see, if you need to keep experimenting and finding things to do with just us or an even smaller crowd… I’m more than okay with that.” He’d been around the block a few times and he’d tasted a lot of flavors of the community. It wasn’t like he’d be missing out on himself. Even if he hadn’t, Y/N was exactly what he wanted. She didn’t know the depths of that fully as he couldn’t even properly verbalize how she made him feel, but one day he hoped to find the words. “The thing I want most is you, sweetheart. Want you to feel good. Feel happy and safe. It’s my job t’keep you feeling like that, and I take it seriously. I’m not going to be offended at anything you decide.” 

Y/N knew how lucky she was. She’s read the forums about the fake dominants, the ones who had tried to pass as experienced members of the community because they spanked someone or called them ‘babygirl’. The horror stories about people being sucked into truly abusive dynamics had not been lost on her when she thought about how safe she felt with Harry. How understood he had always made her feel. Since day one she had felt the thrumming under her skin to give into him and trust, but he had told her it was the same for him. That he’d wanted to take care of her, to make her smile. To give her what she wants. To spank her ass raw when she rolled her eyes at him. The truly romantic stuff. 

“I know. I feel completely safe with you.” She whispered lightly, pressing her lips to his own. It was a good thing she had always saved her lips for last because that lesson had been learned rather quickly. If Harry wanted a kiss, she was giving it to him- lip gloss be damned. “You’ve given me everything I’ve wanted. I'm excited to go with you and play.” Sitting herself fully on his lap, she leaned into him and rubbed the tip of her nose against his. “Want to make you proud.”

“You always make me proud.” And hard. Just the way her eyes had fluttered at him, it had gotten the telltale twitch in his trousers. “Always. You’re so good for me, all the time. M’proud of you for trying new things even when they’re intimidating. Proud of you for telling me how you feel.” Giving her chin a squeeze, his lips lingered over hers. “My best girl.” 

Y/N could feel that fuzzy feeling run over her body in a wave at the way he spoke. It was all subtle, the shift in his tone, but she felt him leaning slightly into his more dominant side. Just in the way he said the last few words, she sunk into him with a grin, nodding rapidly. “Yeah. That’s all I want to be, Sir.”

“Thatta’ girl.” Squeezing her cheeks, he placed a kiss to the exaggerated pout before giving her bum a pat with his other hand. “Finish getting ready. We need t’be out of the house in 30 minutes.”

———

Y/N hadn’t been as shocked as she had been the first time she had gone into the club. Feeling more prepared this time, she had hung onto Harry’s arm as he slipped his own masquerade mask over his eyes to lead them in. His was a simple dark blue, silky and soft with some sort of embossed pattern in it. Florals. She couldn’t place what type, but she’s google it later. She would have done it then, but their phones had been locked up in the front.

Her own was lace. White lace with blue ties, matching her little outfit perfectly. Harry had placed his seal of approval as she finished getting ready, leaving a mark right on her throat- next to the gift he had given her. 

It was new. Something that had her shaking slightly when he had put it on, because it was exactly what she wanted. A white gold choker with a simple heart pendant dangling at the center of her throat. Engraved in it were two letters. 

HS. 

Her hand had went to the cool metal before meetings his eyes in the mirror, his arms wrapped firmly around her body as he leaned into her. “S’not the leather one Y’want right now, but it’ll do for the outfit. Yeah?”

Yeah. It did. She felt owned, in the best possible way. He had given her the other necklace, but this one had felt more substantial. Thicker chain, bigger pendant, more akin to the collar she craved. She had a sneaking and hopeful suspicion that he was getting her a collar for play, but she would be patient. There weren't any doubts on who she belonged to.

Walking through the party, she had been distracted by it. In some ways, it felt like a different dimension of time. Seeing the girl strung from the ceiling in an abundance of ropes and knots, a man crawling after his dominant on a leash, the plethora of latex and leather, and yet it had felt… slightly more tame than she had expected. She wasn’t exactly sure what the true idea she had in her head was, but it wasn’t as casual as people made it out to be here. It was dimly lit, but enough that she had a clear view of everything going on. Seeing the dynamics was just as interesting as it was when she had gone to the club last, especially seeing a woman sitting on the laps of two men- on one thigh each- with their hands all over her. She’d need to ask Harry some questions later. 

“Hello! Welcome.” A chirping voice had her turning her head. A waitress in a barely there maid outfit stood in front of them with a tray of mocktails. She was beautiful, but Y/N was distracted by the woman hanging from the ceiling in the web of ropes. How did someone learn to do that? Did it hurt? “Would either of you like a drink?” 

Y/N didn’t have any desire to have anything of the sort. She wanted to get closer to the woman in the ropes, and wanted to see what she had done. How it had been done. Shaking her head, Harry took that as her answer. 

“I’ll take one, thank you.” He said coolly, taking one from the tray, giving her a nod before walking forward. The further they got, the slower he walked. The submissive was quiet by his side, her head on a swivel as she observed the place around them. He couldn’t fully read the look on her face with the mask on and that felt like a disadvantage especially with his incessant need to be in control all the time. He wanted to know why and how her mind was spinning. Pausing in step, gently he pulled her to the side and took hold of her face, angling it towards him with an expectant look on his face. “You haven’t been talkative. Tell me how you’re feeling.”

“I’m okay, Sir.” She said honestly. “I’m still nervous, but it’s not as… extreme as I expected.” To be fair, Y/N wasn’t sure what she had fully expected. Maybe to be whipped as soon as she walked in? Harry had laid out how things worked to her but she still hadn’t been sure what she would do when she walked inside. She wasn’t quite sure why her nerves were so bad when she’d been to the club before.

“It is the beginning of the party, but people do let loose.” He admitted, hand cuffing the back of her neck as he released her face but still kept hold on her. The black bracelet that shifted on his arm was nothing fancy, a simple black rubber band- similar to the ones that she remembered back in school being said to mean how ‘far’ you’d gone. It felt ironic, poetic really, to have it brought back in this sort of setting. Who knew that years later she would be here, with new meanings assigned to the different bracelets with a man leading her around with an easy, slightly stoic look on his face and his claim around her neck? 

She’d hoped, actually, but now it was reality.

“If you start to feel uncomfortable, we can leave at any time.” His voice was low and steady, calming the fluttering of her heart as he gave a reassuring squeeze to her neck. “I’m here for you and you alone, pet. S’just us.” Pulling her closer to him, he kissed between her brows before pulling back to look at her eyes. “You want to take a closer look at the rope work? Or do you want to take a seat?” Of course he had noticed where her eyes had been straying to the most. Being observant was one of his most blessed and cursed qualities.

“Wanna look at the rope work, please Sir.” She felt her eyes round out as she gave him a pleading look. Yes, she didn’t have to beg with her eyes, but it felt right. Seemingly, it was the correct thing to do based on the little smirk that lifted on the corners of his lips. 

“Your manners have been spectacular tonight. I’m proud of you.” Her cheeks burned as he stroked his large hand over her hair. Being praised so early on had her preening, the simper on her face the entire way as she was guided over to the stage set up. Something so simple, being complimented on her manners were enough to make her feel like the cat that got the cream. Maybe she should be a little embarrassed by it but she wasn’t. Not at all. 

The smile faded into a different expression as Harry set her in front of him, giving her an unobstructed view.

It was beautiful. 

Y/N had always been curious about it, but intimidated. Harry had restrained her before, he’d easily wrapped her wrists and bound her ankles, but there was an art to it in this light. In all honesty it was an artform, seeing the way the ropes were seemingly laid delicately across the woman’s skin, the slightly confusing knots (how did they look so neat?), the masterful way she was being weaved into a human made web of rope. All of it had her paying more attention than her usual mind could focus on. 

So much so that she jumped when she heard Harry’s voice right next to her ear. “S’that something you want to try one day, Pet?” 

The low timber of his voice so close to her ear had her shivering- or maybe it was the idea of her switching places with the woman on the platform. Did she want that? The answer was yes. Was she also a little bit nervous about doing it? Also yes. “I think so, Sir.” She answered, feeling his arms wind around her stomach and pull her back into his chest. It still amazed her how such simple touches could manage to calm her overactive brain down and bring her back down to earth. 

He still kept it quiet as he murmured near her ear. “I will admit that I don’t have the most experience with Shibari. I think… Perhaps we should take a class, the two of us. They offer ‘em.” Harry was always about safety over everything. It didn’t matter his personal wants, if he didn’t know how to do it safely? He wouldn’t. As much as he loved marks and bruises and reminders of their play, that was the furthest he would go. He only wanted reminders that would fade. Nothing that would be permanent, and nothing that would hurt for more than a little while. 

Using rope could be far more dangerous than some could realize, and the risk of burn was something he was very aware of. There had been a time he had been bound by the wrists with regular rope when he’d been subbing in his early days with an amatuer dominant who didn’t know any better and got the most painful rope burn he had ever experienced. He hadn’t realized it at the time with his endorphins high, but as soon as it had worn off his wrists had throbbed and had significant bleeding. Even worse, they’d gotten infected- in the middle of summer, mind you, and it wasn’t easy to explain why he wore long sleeves and why he was okay sweating through them. 

With Y/N especially, he felt the need to baby her just a tad. She was precious cargo. All submissives he’d dealt with had been respected and had their well beings always put at the forefront but in this situation? This was more than just a dynamic. If it was just a month long playmate he’d simply say no. The idea of venturing into something like the view they had in front of them made him nervous. But with Y/N, he wanted to make her dreams come true. This was his partner, his lover above anything else. If she wanted him to tie her up, he would make it happen. It made him slightly nervous but that could be rectified with learning properly. It didn’t mean they needed to get to this level this fast. Learning together would be something he would enjoy. 

“Really?” She breathed, turning to look at his face. “We can try it? It seems complicated, Sir.” Her eyes widened slightly as she realized she could have possibly offended him. “I mean, I know you’re capable of it. I know you are, Sir. But…” Trailing off she looked back towards the woman again. “Sorry. Yes, Sir. I would like to try that and do the classes with you.” 

Harry wanted to laugh at how he knew her brain had just been jumbled. To be fair, he knew she had been worked up about this night for a bit. It was intimidating to her and he knew it, but he had promised to help her expand her knowledge and give her experiences. With no worry about her ex any longer, he had felt a far more relaxed shift in her and that had made a world of a difference, but he knew she still had things she was nervous to ask about. Things like the club and this sort of party excited and terrified her. His goal in all of it was to make her understand she didn’t need to be afraid in any of it. 

In fact, she didn’t need to think at all if she didn’t want to. That was his job.

“C’mon.” He gently spun her back around and placed his hand on the small of her back. “You’re jittery. Let’s get you relaxed, hm?” 

—-

Y/N hadn’t been positive in what he had meant by getting her relaxed. She had admitted to herself that it was a little freaky in how well Harry could read her and sometimes it made her wonder if he had some sort of supernatural thing to him, but in most events it led to her gain. 

In this instance, she really could have predicted what he would do but her mind hadn’t gone there at first. 

They’d arrived at a group very similar to what she had met at her first club experience. A few familiar faces and some new, but Harry had instructed her to keep quiet and simply wave at them because he knew that she was already slightly on edge. She’d had no issue with that decision being made for her considering her social anxiety had flared up and the excuse to not talk to people in that moment had been a blessing. When he’d introduced her as his girlfriend it had caused an entire mess of butterflies in her stomach, especially because of how proud he had sounded to say it. ‘His girlfriend, Y/N, who needed to shut her mind off for a bit.’ It seemed as if they knew what that meant and continued their conversation while Harry sat himself down at the end of the booth, using one simple word to guide her to her own. 

“Knees.” 

The butterflies from being called his girlfriend moved from her stomach to lower, clumsily moving to her spot- yes, her spot now- between his legs and sat on her knees like instructed. She waited for a moment as he took a sip of his drink, placing it down before leaning his body down towards her. 

“You’re overthinking.” Her Dominant sighed, reaching to caress her. “Think that pretty little head is being a little too much for you tonight. Just want you t’enjoy yourself. So I want you to stop thinking about anything and anyone but me.” Sliding his hand through her hair, he caressed the back of her head before moving towards her jaw. “I know this is overwhelming, Puppy. It’s a lot of new stuff and you’ve only been exposed to it a little bit. But I know that you’ll like it a lot more if you stop using your brain for useless things like worrying when you know I’ve got every single thing covered.” His voice moved into a croon as he tipped her head up towards him, the other hand messing with the pendant that marked her as his own. “You’re my girl, hm? And I’ve got you. Everything else is my responsibility. I’ll tell you when to worry. I think you need to shut that head up a little bit, so…” Releasing the pendant, his hand went towards his belt, pulling at the tongue and starting the process for her. “M’gonna give you something else to focus on.” 

Y/N got a little fuzzy from there. If her Dominant was good at anything, it was knowing what she needed. Her mouth was full, the heavy weight of him on her tongue as she slowly bobbed her head over his lap. One grounding hand was lightly tangled in her hair at the nape of her neck with no intention of making her take any more, but a reminder that he was there.  

She was focused on it. The submissive knew how he liked it, had spent plenty of time in the past few months with his cock in her mouth, but it felt perfect right here. At first it had been a bit of a thrill, knowing people would walk by and see that she was doing something so lewd and inappropriate out in a semi open space, but the longer she went it felt like every thought sort of melted out of her ears and the only thing that was left were the good ones. He had been right about her emptying her head a little, giving her a task. Every so often she’d hear the vibration of his voice as he joined the conversation at the table, or see his eyes as he would look down to check on her, but he was giving her the choices here in a way. 

He had been correct. Harry controlled everything else, and Y/N was getting to focus on this one simple thing. 

While she hadn’t meant to, she was getting a little messy. It had panicked her slightly at first when she realized a bit of her saliva had dripped onto his trousers but when she had gone to wipe it off, he had held her hair tight to keep her in place and simply shook his head. “Hands behind your back. You’re alright.” 

It had been her final sign to let it all go, take what she could of his length into her mouth and suck on it in the way he liked. Despite him not saying it out loud she could tell he liked it. As much as he had been able to learn her tells, she had learned quite a few of his. The jaw clenches, the shift of his thighs, and more importantly the throbs against her tongue. The taste had been her reward as she chased more of the precum that had dribbled out, working for more of that. The desperation for more of him felt like the only thing that mattered, and feeling his hand pet over her head again had her reeling, It had felt like he had given her his stamp of approval and the fuzzier her brain went, the more that mattered to her. Pleasing him, making him feel good, making him proud. 

Letting out a soft whimper against his cock, she made herself take a little more- effectively gagging a little and making him pause his conversation and look down at her. Raising an eyebrow at her, he shook his head wordlessly as a sign to take it easy before he let her return to it. For some reason, the wordless reprimand had her feeling it all over. She would do better, she would make him happy.

Her own heartbeat could be felt between her thighs. Her poor clit was swollen and aching, and the craving for relief was so strong she would probably hump his leg like the pet she wanted to be for him if he asked. She was fully drenched. Effectively dripping down her own thighs, every bit of the cute little panties she had worn for him rendered useless. It wasn’t something she had sought out to do like this but she knew very well now that he had managed to make her a mess regardless of what she was doing. Pleasuring Harry was almost the equivalent of being pleasured herself and feeling his cock pulse slightly against her tongue, his hand tightening in her hair, knowing that she was the one able to make him crumble even just the littlest bit was something that nearly got her off. 

It had to have been thirty minutes. Maybe less, maybe more, but she knew she couldn’t recall much from before, her jaw was sore, her chin was a mess of saliva and her makeup had definitely run a little from eyes watering under her mask when she had felt him start to squirm. The reason it would all be worth it would be to get him to orgasm, make him feel the pleasure she had been hoping for. Doubling her efforts, she moved a little faster, sucked on him a little harder, letting her tongue brush the slide on the way up and caress the underside of his cock on the way down- and suddenly, she was pulled off. 

“What?” She gasped, blinking rapidly as she looked with longing towards his soaked cock and the string of saliva that connected her bottom lip to it. He had taken her back by the hair, his cheeks slightly flushed as his other hand moved down towards her chin with a napkin to wipe the mess off. “Sir? Why? Was- Was I bad?” The tears had welled in her eyes without her permission, brain not able to fully comprehend in the moment why she had been stopped. She’d been doing good, she was doing what he liked! 

“None of that, Pet. You’re the best girl.” He soothed, trying to spare what was left of her lipstick from the napkin before tossing it back on the table. “My amazing girl. Just didn’t want to cum down that pretty throat right now.” The reassurance relaxed her a little bit, though a few rogue sniffles remained. It always amazed him how much she liked to make him feel good but the truth was, he was just as guilty when it came down to her own. 

“Then why?” She paused for a second before leaning her head against his knee, pouting up at her Dominant. “Why did you stop me, Sir?” 

“Because I want you to come up on my lap.” 

He remembered how much she had liked it last time. Watching the performance, letting him finger her until she made a mess, completely and utterly useless as she laid on his lap and let him take care of her. He’d wanted her on his cock that time but had been biding his time. Tonight, he was fairly confident, it would be a good night to try. 

Y/N, like the good submissive she was, scrambled back up to her feet and let him guide her onto his lap. It had her feeling the heat under her skin, scorching her as she lightly placed her hands on his shoulders and allowed him to move her body how he liked it. The first little zip of nerves climbed back up her spine but she tried to ignore it, spreading her thighs further until she let out the little gasp from feeling his cock against her cunt. The fabric of her panties was essentially useless, thin and soaked through. It was almost as if nothing was there. 

“You did so good for me, sweet girl.” He placed one hand on her ass, letting the babydoll she wore rise up and expose her ass to anyone who could take a chanced glance over. “Y��know that? I just feel… So proud of you, all the time.” Lips ghosted her cheek, a rough squeeze to her ass making her squeak, squirming slightly on his lap. “Wanted to empty that head out so all you could focus on was making me feel good. Knew it would get you wet but… Fuck me, Pet. You’ve gone and soaked right through.” Guiding her slowly, he helped her drag her cunt across his cock and smiled at the shudder. 

“I-I like making you feel good, Sir.” She replied, trying to drown out the noise. Under the table it had been far easier, but being able to hear footsteps stop right where she was pretty sure they were, had her more aware of their presence than she wanted to be. That fuzzy feeling remained, but the warmth had been seeping away slowly. She wanted it back. “I wanted to make you cum.” 

“I know you did, Pet.” Harry sighed, dragging her wet excuse of panties to the side so there was nothing between them. “But you know where my favorite place t’cum is, don’t you?” 

“Yeah.” She swallowed, eyes fluttering shut at the feel of the tip of his cock rubbing against her clit. The sensation was one of her favorites, the two sensitive parts making each other pant. Her clit was swollen and achy, the mere touch of it had her feeling needy for it. She tried to focus on that little bit of relief.

“Is it your tits?” He watched her shake her head, eyes looking down towards where he was rubbing them. “No? Maybe on your ass? S’that where I like to cum?” 

“No, Sir.” She could see people out of the corner of her eyes as she tried to glue all her focus on him. It was an odd juxtaposition of feelings, having her cunt weep against his cock and yet feeling that anxiety in her stomach try to push back up her throat. The last thing she wanted was to disappoint him. 

“No, that’s right. My favorite place to cum is right in that snug little cunt.” He murmured, placing a few kisses to the corner of her mouth. “So do you think you can be good for me n’let me do that?” 

Y/N wanted to say yes. 

The Submissive wanted to say yes and give him everything he ever wanted because he was good, so good and lovely and wonderful and the one man she knew she wanted to spend forever with. She wanted to say yes and let him use her body to cum while ultimately giving her an orgasm because that's how it always worked and he refused to let her have anything but two when he was involved. She wanted to say yes because she had always imagined this moment, loved the idea of people watching her be fucked by this man, but the anxiety that had been trying to claw up her stomach had pushed past her esophagus and spilled out of her mouth as she began to shake. 

It felt all at once like she was too vulnerable. Something she had never felt before, her stomach turning cold as she could feel the eyes on her from behind and she couldn't focus on the safe touches Harry was giving, she couldn’t find the safety of his words and she felt like she had been shot into open air where everyone could see every bit of her. She heard a cough, far too close to be someone just passing by and no one at their table that felt even slightly familiar. That warm feeling she had been in under the table with him inside her mouth had fallen to the ground and broke into shards- and she felt like if she moved, she was going to be cut. 

She didn’t want to stop. Y/N felt like a failure as her eyes welled up and she watched as he noticed her tense, pulled back from her face with furrowed brows as her bottom lip trembled. “Hey, baby. Sweetheart, what’s the matter-”

“R-Red.” She squeaked, shaking hands grabbing at his shirt. “Please? Red, I think, I-I feel like I can’t breathe-” 

It didn’t take him any time. 

She was fixed in her outfit and he was tucked away in seconds. Her head was still spinning as he stood up, holding her in his arms as he tucked her face into his neck. She felt something being placed over her but she was trying to find her mental footing as she heard Harry bark something out, swiftly walking towards somewhere she had no clue of. Her body was shaking in a way she was somewhat familiar with but her head felt like it had taken a freefall from that place she had just been in moments ago. Her chest was moving and she knew it, but her temples felt tight, like she had a lack of oxygen as she felt him walk into a room that was cooler than where they’d been and the noise of the party was almost drowned out. As soon as he was sat, he removed the masks from both of their faces, concern etched further on his own.

“Sweetheart- Y/N, can you look at me please?” His voice was soft, gentle as he spoke to her. “I’m right here. It’s just us now, yeah?” His hand ran up and down her back, underneath some sort of layer of whatever had been tossed around her form. 

“I’m sorry.” Her voice choked out against his neck as the tears fell steadily. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to, I wanted to have you and-” Another sob wracked her body, holding so tightly to his shirt that she was sure her nails would poke holes into it. “I wanted to make you happy and all I d-did was embarrass you.” 

“Absolutely not.” He spoke calm, but firm. Like the thought of it devastated him, but he was keeping his cool. “You did no such thing. I’m not angry, upset at you, and I’m surely not embarrassed.” Finally he managed to get her tear slicked face out of his neck and felt his stomach drop. Seeing her feel so upset over something like this made his own heart hurt for her. But the last thing he would allow is for her to feel as if safe wording was some sort of failure.

“Do you know how utterly proud I am of you?” 

His words seemed to surprise her, making her hiccup as she tried to wipe at her eyes. “Why?” 

“Because.” His eyes narrowed slightly before he eased up, softening yet again. “I have told you time and time again, you use your colors when you need to. You safe when you need to. That’s why we have the system. If you are feeling like you can’t do something, like you can’t push any further, I want you to safe. I want you to trust me. Calling a safe word is not a failure. It’s a success.” Pulling her forehead towards him, he placed a kiss there to try and solidify that to her before taking her eyes. “Look at me. I am proud of you. So incredibly proud. I’m very upset that I didn’t see that you weren’t feeling it, but that’s my job. You did your job perfectly. I told you a few times before we went that I know this part is still new to you and I wanted you to be safe with me. That means feeling like you can tell me when you don’t. “ 

Yes, he was pissed at himself. Usually he was better at reading her. Y/N was easy to read for him, like he had written a book on her tells, and he should have known that she was uncomfortable. He’d mistaken a bit of the tenseness for her pleasure, but he should have been looking at her face when trying something so new. So public. This wasn’t on her at all. But he did want to know where it stemmed from. 

“I’m sorry.” Y/N apologized again, starting to calm a tad. “I didn’t- I don’t know what happened.” Y/N had had panic attacks a few times in the past and it felt nearly identical to it. What the mystery was, was why this triggered one when that was something she had always wanted. She’d had many fantasies about it all. She felt safe with Harry. So what went wrong was a question even she had. 

“You don’t have to apologize, my sweet girl. Never.” He gave her a small smile as he pulled her closer to him, wanting her that close for his own comfort as well. The word falling from her lips had scared him but as soon as he had realized she was physically safe, he had got it moving. Thank fuck that the people around them had taken the hint and dispersed, even if it had taken growing ‘fuck off’ to a straggler who got in his way. “Do you want to tell me what you think happened?” 

“I don’t know.” She said truthfully, finally letting her hands unclench from his shirt. Wincing as she undid her fist, she knew that the marks her fingernails had dug into her own palms were going to be sore tomorrow. “I.. I started to notice everyone, I think. I think being pulled away before you…finished, it took me out of a headspace too fast? I don’t know. It’s never happened before when we’ve had scenes.” That was the truth. It shouldn’t have been something to be too cautious over. 

“I think you fell a bit into that subspace again.” He theorized, sighing as he pushed the strands of hair away from her wet cheeks. “I didn’t fully realize it, I think. From the masks. I thought maybe you were going that direction, but you were further in than I could recognize.” And fuck, did that make him feel like a bit of a failure himself. 

“I didn’t even know.” She could see the frustration on his face as she snuggled up against him. The room he had taken them to was relatively cold but the shivering came from the panic, she was pretty sure. “I just remember suddenly feeling like… Everything was cold and sharp. And I felt so many eyes and, and I didn’t know why my throat felt like it was closing but I just wanted everyone to go away.” It felt childish to explain it that way but words were escaping her right now. “I didn’t want to say it. I wanted to keep going because I wanted to make you happy. I didn’t want to make you upset. But I couldn’t take all the people looking at me. I felt them behind me.”

“It’s alright.” He soothed. What he wanted to do was wrap her in the cocoon of their duvet, make her warm and relaxed with a shower to wash away this feeling and fill her stomach with whatever food she wanted. “It’s all okay. I have never and will never be upset because you don’t want to do something anymore. Your consent and your safety are the most important things to me. I don’t care how far we are into anything, if m’about to finish or we’ve barely started. If you don’t want to, we won’t.”

“I-I feel the same.” Her voice was small but she peered up at him through her wet lashes. “If you don’t want to, we won’t.” 

And God, if he didn’t melt right there. Harry let out a sad laugh, giving her lips a chaste peck. “Thank you, my sweet girl. I am so proud of you. I don’t care about where we are, you’re the most important person to me. I know it was hard to do it and you were scared, but you did it.” Being truthful with her was easy. He didn’t feel like he needed to hide things from her. “In all honesty, I would be very, very upset with you if you didn’t. Our trust needs to go both ways, and you showed me tonight that it does.” If he needed any further clarification that she was fit for this, it was tonight. 

“I thought I’d like it.” She whispered, playing with the buttons on his shirt. “I’ve always had… fantasies, you know?” The sniffles continued, but he had a feeling it was her body releasing that overwhelming stress. “I wanted to be watched. I liked it last time. I don’t know exactly where it went wrong.” 

“Well, it can be a few things. It could have been you being overwhelmed at the party already, or that there were too many people. You may not like having people behind you where you can’t see them, or people you don’t know at all. It could also be that maybe this isn’t exactly what you like. But the beauty of it is that we can test these things out later on down the line. It can be shelved for now. There is no rush. We’ll figure it out.” The Dominant would have to discuss some of it later to figure out what exactly it was that went wrong but for now? Harry just wanted to take care of her.

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At home, Y/N was feeling much better. Thankfully they’d been able to leave out of a back exit and she didn’t need to face anyone, Harry asking for someone to fetch their phones and coats for them at the front. There was still that embarrassment laying under her skin but Harry had done an excellent job at talking her down. He always had. 

He’d driven them home with his hand on her thigh, running his thumb up and down her soft skin as a comfort to the both of them. She’d been handed his phone and the honor of the aux, so she had put on some of her own music to try and break her out of the weird mood that had arised. When they got home, though, Harry had asked if she was okay to be alone for a few minutes when he let Buttons out- which she was. Y/N was okay, really. She was going to be a little shaky for the rest of the night and she knew that from past experiences, but she would survive. 

It had been quick and part of her felt bad for Buttons for a shortened outside break, but selfishly she was able to let out a breath when he had padded into the bedroom. It had been at his insistence that they shower together and Y/N wasn’t about to say no. He’d taken it upon himself to wash her hair for her, claiming aftercare wasn’t done just because there had been a drive back. So she let him. Y/N let him wash her and shampoo her hair, which he missed calling in being a hairstylist for the one reason his hands were magic, and she let him dry her too. When he had first said he had a towel warmer she had made fun of him for being bougie, but she got it now. 100%. 

This was the first time, however, that he had put her all over body lotion on her. She’d been lotioned on her ass from his spankings before, but this had been different. He’d chosen the mango one, claiming it smelled like summer, and gently worked it into her skin. Taking his time, he spoke in his soft tone while he methodically made sure there were no streaks of too much lotion left. His hands were careful, tender with her in a way she hadn’t experienced even in his past aftercare. He seemed to be going the extra mile when his usual was incredible as it was, but she wasn’t going to complain about the softness the man was awarding her with. Halfway through he had told her to grab his phone and make an order for whatever food she wanted and to read him the options. 

When she was younger, she hadn’t imagined being in bed with the man she was with as he rubbed lotion on her body, reading him the menu of ‘The Charm of Italy’, but she wouldn’t have imagined it any other way. 

At the end of the night when she was wrapped up snug in his arms, the light sound of his breathing as her lullaby, she knew then that no one was better for her than him. It had taken her a long time to find what she wanted, years of putting up with someone that merely tolerated her, but she had found him. A man she had been pushed into, but fully embraced- and fuck, she never felt so warm.

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Visual Novels & Webtoons

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Dreaming Freedom

Nothing yet

The Kid at the Back

Through the Illustrated Veil

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley

“Your Andy”

Possession from Within

“Yes, We Really Do” (smut)

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14 Days with you

Through the Illustrated Veil

Mushroom Oasis

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A Date with Death

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Embrace of Shadows (smut)

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A world away, in a struggle for Piltover's future, Caitlyn and Vi first met on opposing sides.

Finally got back to this one! Art for my CaitVi enemies-to-lovers fic The Hound of Noxus, Chapter 5: Soldier. Caitlyn and Vi recall the fateful battle, and we see two goodbyes.

[sparklingcid3r]

No thoughts, just Darry “I’m not a violent dog, I don’t know why I bite” Curtis

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hello lovely!! would u consider writing a peeta x reader, where ur both in the quarter quell, but reader is separated from peeta from the start and goes through mutt attacks/blood rain/jabberjays by herself and when peeta and the group find her on the beach she is injured and traumatised. hurt/comfort, where he looks after her afterwards and comforts her, washes her in the water and stuff? loooads of gentle comfort and fluff. sorry for my bad english!!

Okay I am absolutely obsessed with this request!!!! Omg can’t wait for you to read this!!! Ahhhh! Okay okay I hope you love it 😊

Peeta x reader

(Catching fire)

Requests are open so don’t forget to send them in!!!! Prompts under my profile!

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When you woke up the morning of the games in Peetas arms you somehow felt safe. It was like you weren’t being sent to die that day. He kissed your head and told you he’d be by your side.

You had dreamt about the last games, how you were separated and the only reason you survived was because he became allies with those horrible kids from 1 & 2

When you eventually found each other, all you did was help Peeta get better, applied the ointment and comforted him. He did all the killing, he saved you.

You only survived the first half by dumb luck, that spear was supposed to hit you…not Rue. If only you hadn’t moved out the way.

The whole lovers idea was Peetas too, only it was true. Deep down you both knew you’d liked each other since kindergarten back in 12

But here you were in the little glass tube that sucked you straight into hell. You felt sick but you really wanted to throw up when you couldn’t see Peeta.

“Peeta!” You screamed as the countdown started. Sweating and getting panicked. You couldn’t do this again, not without him. You had a deal: stay together.

The games had begun. You needed a weapon. You jumped off the platform into the water swimming for the weapons.

Once you found your feet at the cornucopia, you began to hear screams and watched people start to fall. You grabbed a machete and ran for the jungle on one of the thin arms of rock.

“Peeta!” You screamed from the beach. But no answer. That was when a knife flew past your head and missed by an inch.

You couldn’t kill somebody. So you ran.

You shoved past trees and vines running deep into the jungle.

You found a spot hollowed out under a tree. It was hot- and you needed water.

That was when you heard his voice. Peeta.

You screamed for him as you ran towards the sound.

“Help n/n!” He yelled.

“Where are you!?” You frantically turned around. “Peeta?”

That was until his voice became overwhelming. Your ears started to ring. His cried for help, his screams.

You began to cry, realising this was some cruel trick of the capitol. “STOP IT!” You yelled, throat raw. You screamed as loud as you could covering your ears to get it to stop but it didn’t help. It was overwhelming. You tried to run but a forcefield locked you in. You screamed and banged on it but nothing worked.

You grabbed your machete and banged at the field but it just ricocheted.

You sunk to the floor, covering your ears and cried. You were there for what felt like a decade but was probably only an hour.

When his cries suddenly stopped you felt a strange sense of sadness. The screaming had been awful but you were worried about him. What if he was dead.

You began to walk deeper into the jungle, sweating and with tear stained cheeks. You had never been so thirsty before, after screaming so loudly in what felt like 100 degree heat.

As desperate as you were you stumbled across a little pool of water. You smiled dryly and lay on the floor, drinking out of the pool. A sigh escaped your mouth as you quenched your thirst. You splashed your face. And sat up leaning against a nearby tree.

This is where you would sleep. You gathered sticks and placed them in a circle around the area, to ensure that if someone walked by you would hear them.

The music began to play, you looked up at the sky, holding your pin. Praying you wouldn’t see Peetas face. You didn’t. Relief washed over you as the final canon went off.

You barely slept when you felt a warm air hitting your face, as your eyes opened you were greeted with a large mutt, two inches from your face.

You took a shocked, shaky breath in and slowly reached for your machete. It belted a loud noise sending a signal to the rest of his friends.

You closed your eyes as you wedged the sharp end of your blade into the mutt in-front of you.

You pulled the machete out of its body and stood up. Swinging at any that got a little to close. Just as one of the beasts began to jump at you, you decided the best option was to throw the machete and run.

As the mutt jumped and you released your blade, the woman from 6 who had been hiding in the trees tried to save you. And the machete hit her instead. A scream escaped your lips. You had killed someone.

You covered your mouth with your hands, shaky breaths escaping your lips. “No!” You sobbed.

You bent down to try help her, applying pressure to the wound. “I’m sorry.” You cried as she became limp.

You held her to your chest in the hopes it would cause a miracle.

Soon you noticed the mutts had began to run as a white smoked reached the edge of the water, you stood up, knowing something was coming.

One of their claws ripped the back of your calf open as it ran away. “Shit!” You fell into the smoke, immediately screaming and running.

The sun had started to rise, and you were limping with an excruciating pain in your arms and legs with growing boils from the poison.

You screamed as you ran not caring about attracting other tributes. The sun has begun to rise, and you were now an easy target.

You ran through the jungle searching desperately for the beach but it was so overgrown you had no way of knowing.

You stopped in a small clearing. Crying and sitting in the dirt. Desperately wanting to rid yourself of the boils.

After a while of crying A cool liquid hit your face. Rain. You looked up at the sky, hoping the water would help your sores. Opening your mouth to quench your thirst.

It was definitely not water. You gagged. Spitting onto the dirt. Blood.

You sobbed and ran wherever you could and tripped over a log of wood. Tumbling onto the sand of the beach. 

You screamed and cried. Not knowing what to do. You hated the capitol. You hated that you didn’t know where Peeta was. You hated this. You hated that you had to die.

Just then you heard voices. You put a hand over your mouth trying to quiet your whimpers.

Tears running down your face. You couldn’t run anymore. This was it.

You shuffled back, trying to find and escape route but there wasn’t one.

You got on all fours and crawled on the sand, dragging your leg with a gash in it in the sand.

You let out chokes of pain and self pity as they grew closer, you refused to look.

“N/n!” You heard him…peeta. “Oh my god it’s y/n!!!”

You screamed and covered your ears lying in the sand. You would rather die than listen to the jabberjays again. Until someone rolled you onto your back and you were met with Peeta.

He looked so scared for you. You immediately started to cry as he hugged you tightly to his chest. “You weren’t real.” You sobbed into his chest, feeling his hair, his back, anything to make sure he was there.

“I’m real now. I’m here now.” He kissed your forehead and held you again. Until you hissed when he touched your boils.

“Oh shit! I had them too see-“ he showed you the faint scars on his hands.

“I need to get freshwater.” He began to get up but you held onto his hand. “Don’t leave” you whispered.

He stared at you for a moment too long, his eyes laced with concern.

“Finnick! I need water.” Peeta yelled at the group that was a safe distance away.

While you waited, Peeta brushed hair out of your eyes that was covered in blood and sand, just like the rest of you and you squeezed his arm in pain.

“It’s okay.” He kept repeating. Kissing your head despite your state.

When finnick returned Peeta poured water all over your boils and you screamed in pain as they vanished.

“Thank you.” You smiled sadly. Overwhelmed. Peeta often said you were a kind sole, you wouldn’t hurt a fly at home, literally. You sang songs and picked flowers. You weren’t meant for this. Nobody was really….

“Come on, let’s wash you off…if at least half this blood is yours, we’re in serious trouble.” He joked and you attempted to laugh. He picked you up bridal style.

You would argue that you could do it yourself but it just wasn’t true.

He dipped you into the salt water. You hissed in pain, clutching his wetsuit.

“I know it stings. I’m sorry.” He rubbed your arm but kept you underwater.

“It okay. Thank you.” You whispered again, almost scared something bad would happen like it had been. One after the other. Peeta cupped water into his hand and tilted your head back rinsing the blood out of your hair and carefully brushing through it with his fingers.

He washed you off, holding you with one had at all times. Afraid to let you go. He was careful around your cuts and scrapes.

“I killed her.” You let out, staring at nothing.

He stopped his movements and just helped you too his chest.

“Who?” He whispered.

“Six… she tried to save me and-“ you chocked on your tears.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay…I’m here. You don’t have to talk about it now.” He assured.

You were both wrinkly like the raisins Peeta used in his raisin bread back home by the time you got out the water.

You tried to walk but you could barely stand on your right foot.

“What happened?” Finnick asked before Peeta got the chance.

“Mutts.” You answered simply, trying to see the gash on the back of your calf.

You almost fell but Peeta caught you. He picked you up agin and placed you on the leaves they were using as beds in the sand tonight.

“Now we match.” Peeta smiled at you pulling up the leg of his wetsuit to reveal his prosthetic leg.

You laughed, for the first time in days.

The others were asleep while Peeta took the first watch. You sat in his lap, and wrapped your legs around his torso, like a koala.

Head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as he leaned against a tree looking at the waves.

“I thought I lost you.” He whispered, a tear running down his face. You sat up slightly to wipe it. “Me too.” You assured and squeezed his hand.

“So much for sticking together.” He half laughed.

“Yeah.” You looked at his brown eyes and played with his blonde fringe. He leaned in and Kissed you gently but passionately. Holding your cheek and pulling you in by your back. Carefully avoiding your right leg that was tediously bandaged with leaves and vines.

When you broke apart for air. You smiled softly at each other. Heart still heavy from the past two days.

“I love you n/n.” He spoke with only truth in his tone. It wasn’t just an act and you knew that.

“I love you too…so much.” You teared up thinking about how you were going to have to say goodbye soon.

You resumed your position on his chest and fell asleep to his hand rubbing your back and his whispers of “it’s okay.” And “I love you.”

[chessb0r3d]

i cracked the code.

[justaz]

merlin being so overwhelmed by everything he’s been put under, crumbling under the weight of destiny and being pulled in so many different directions he’s being torn apart, going to the one person who can offer him the most comfort out of everyone, his best friend, his other half. arthur who doesn’t realize whats happening until he turns and sees merlin’s desolate expression and tear filled eyes. merlin going “i know you are king (or prince) and you refuse to call me your friend, but you are mine and i really, really need my friend right now.” and before arthur can manage a word, merlin is stumbling forward into arthur’s arms and pulling him into a desperate hug, muffling his sobs as best he can but arthur can still feel the tears soaking his shoulder. arthur not asking any questions and just wrapping his arms around merlin while he breaks down.

[penvisions]

return the favor {chapter 26}

Pairing: Post-Outbreak! Joel Miller x Smuggler! Reader

Summary: Your trios journey comes to an end, but what comes next?

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: canon typical language, canon typical violence, description of anxiety, symptoms of anxiety, tense situations, miscommunication, misunderstandings, two idiots in love, kissing, face cradling, gratuitous amounts of fluff, confessions, sappy feels, reunited with lost loved ones, i think that's it

A/N: and that's a wrap on this, y'all!! thank you so so so much for sticking with me on this one, it was my first foray back into writing fanfic and my first ever ppcu fanfic. this one will always be special to be and i am so proud of myself for sticking with it when times got tough, but then again- this truly helped me through a lot of them ♡♡

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Everything almost seems alright with the world, with the decisions that had been made, with the bonds that had been forged and tested as the gates of Jackson loom in the distance. The people milling about within them, along the massive wall that is a symbol of protection and safety, the land within it ripe with opportunity for a second chance, even in the end of the world. You turn to Joel, who already has his gaze trained on you. Emotion swirling in his eyes, a small lift to the right side of his face that reveals a dimple you knew hid there amid his untamed scruff.

He closes the gap between you, hands reaching for you. His palm is rough on your face as he cups your cheek, but you don’t mind. He searches your eyes, jumping from one to the other and then to the girl standing a bit away and focused on the settlement down the ridge. She’s standing relaxed, her body no longer pulled taut and the weight of what happened no longer burdens her shoulders. She’s a little more reserved, but giggles and jokes can still be drawn out, hands held in moments of rest. Even if they are a bit subdued, it’s a good sign that she’s healing. That you were all healing.

“It’s the best option.” He repeats, the words spoken numerous times when discussing what to do once the skyline had opened up at the crest of the mountain.

“We don’t…we don’t tell anyone.” You speak lowly, not ashamed in the slightest of how things had turned out. You had warned her, but the woman hadn’t wanted to listen then tried to hold you hostage.

“You did what you had to. She had you locked up in a room, she wasn’t gonna to let you go. She wasn’t gonna let you come back to me or rest until Ellie was strapped to that operating table. I believe you, I know you.” His voice is strong, conviction calming you as you even as you feel like there’s something else he wants to say. All you can do is nod, worry easing as you glance over at Ellie as she stares down at the town in the valley. Memories play in your mind and you close your eyes as Joel leans forward to press his lips to your forehead.

Marlene had forced your hand by threatening the lives of those standing with you now. She had threatened your future, their future, the chance of reconnection with your own long-lost family and the one that was forged in the journey across the ravaged land that was the world. Marlene had brought her about her fate, reaching for too much and demanding compliance from someone who had too much to lose.

The explosion had surely taken out everyone she had gathered there, save for the surgeon and his daughter. Whose journals were secured in your bag and had been waiting in the office you had rushed to, his daughter clutched tight to his side as he eyed the calm way you had rushed in there to retrieve it.

He had helped you, seeing the mission clearly for the first time in years. His doubts and stipulations manifested in the questions you posed with such confidence, in the words you lent for him to see the truth in what was attempting to be done. You could only hope that they find peace now, somewhere safe to call home in the ruins of the world. Hell, maybe they’d show up at the very valley you were on the crest of one day.

“We don’t tell anyone.” Joel repeats the words, confirming and agreeing. Seeing the fear of being turned away for your actions. Though not remorseful, the morality of the situation is steeped in shadows. He’s sure Tommy would see it for what it is, but Maria may have a different view, the counsel may have a different view. But there are spaces for you both to fill, for Ellie to occupy. A life for all three of you within the walls, promised to you on your departure.

The gates are open as soon as your figures are spotted across the open field that allows for a good vantage point in front of them. Calls for Tommy, for your cousins, for Maria can all be faintly heard as you near them, cross through them, and they finally shut behind you with a sense of finality to the long journey started so long ago.

One that you had never anticipated beginning but were grateful for all the same.

Ellie is holding tight to your hand, so small in your own as you spy fast movement and tense up. It’s quite the commotion, those close by turning to watch the scene unfold as you and Joel receive quick once overs, you assure Maria and the others on the counsel that came to the front of the town that Ellie was clean as well.

She keeps her hold on you even as your cousins’ approach, breath fast with how they dropped what they were doing and ran to greet you. They both stop just a few feet away, not wanting to startle her or you by throwing themselves into embracing you. It’s still so new, this relationship- this bond that you had failed to set out in search of. Growing too comfortable in Boston and the imitation of life it had provided for years, decades. But Ellie drops your hand and nudges her head toward them with a small smile.

The young girl rushes you, long arms reaching around your neck while her brother embraces you both tightly from the side. Before you’re swathed in their hold, you see Ellie’s eyes fall to her feet, hands shoved into her jean pockets with hunched shoulders.

“We made sure to have a house big enough for you, we would love to help you get settled even if we’re pretty new here ourselves and you’ve been here before.” Adela speaks in a fast manner, excitement obvious as she leans back. It’s so different from the almost spiteful anger you had first seen from her, even more so from the desperate way she had asked you to not leave them after only one afternoon together. She’s holding herself tall, her height and slender limbs giving her an air of grace that she wears well. She truly does look beautiful, long dark tresses and fair skin decorated with freckles about her cheeks. Like her mother, who you hoped at least found peace in her passing.

Angelo is watching with a small smile on his face, glad that his little sister is feeling better- safer in this community when the last one had turned out to be so dangerous. Your heart flutters at the thought of a home, of going to sleep each day in the same bed, the same place. Of waking up in the same bed, same place….beside the same person and he was watching the whole scene.

You could feel the air tense, your cousins not knowing that they inadvertently stepped on one of the loose rocks that line the road you and Joel walk on together. But you hug her back, tightly holding her to you in another embrace. She deserves to have a good life, surrounded by people who love her, care about her, who can protect her. You’d try your damn best to give that to her, grateful that they had safely made the journey here so you could all get to be a family. “We can talk about it, okay?”

You wanted to talk with them both, to learn what they had been doing, how they had managed to make it this far- twenty years and counting after Outbreak day. Because not everyone did and you feel their loss every single day.

“We’ve got a good house for you two, nice porch out front and a converted garage in the backyard. If that is something that would be needed.” Maria speaks up, noticing the way Ellie isn’t holding anyone’s gaze and the slightly stilted air that’s cropped up at your cousin’s words. When your eyes find the man, he’s got a front on, but you can see the tension he’s holding in his body. You’ve traveled with him, laid with him, fought and protected him as he’s done for you. You know him- and he’s not happy.

“I think, for now, we all need to get a good meal in our bellies. It’s…it’s been canned food military food packs.” Joel speaks up, voice rough gravel, his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly, hands reaching for one of yours to tangle his fingers with for a brief moment. Your stomach flips as you realize everyone caught the action. Maria ducking her head to hide her knowing smirk and Tommy grinning like a god damn kid with a new toy.

“How’d ya manage to get those?” Tommy barks a laugh that sounds so much like Joel’s it both warms and breaks your heart. Their paths couldn’t have diverted more, but you’re happy they found each other. They can begin to heal the rift that you hadn’t realized ran so deep, Maria helping to shine a light on it when Joel was less than talkative.

“Well, it all started with some lab monkeys…” And your words are like magic, Joel and Ellie’s lips turning up at one side while your cousins eyes widen. Despite the…rather unfortunate reality of having to choose who to live with everyone you loved was here, they were safe- and that was all that mattered as you all made your way to the mess hall.

You reach for Ellie’s hand again, linking them and following the mish mash of people that make up your family, people from Joel’s world and people from yours. The perfect blend, the perfect start to a new beginning not only for you and him and them, but for the girl who didn’t have a family. You looked over at her and pressed a kiss to her temple when you saw how glassy her eyes were. She had been alone for so long, but she was surrounded by people now.

It’s late, the sun officially set and you’ve settled on the back porch with Maria, she’s heavily pregnant and off of patrol duties for the time being. Committing her time to helping organize and plan things for the town through the end of the spring season. She’s glowing and you feel self-conscious as she carefully shapes the mess that is your ragged hair. Most strands were long enough to still put up in a bun, but it was choppy and dull from the jarring cut you had made and the dirty blade you had used.

He's showered, steel hair slicked back and a thick robe pulled over a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and plain shirt. He looks good, if not a little nervous as he seems to glance up the street in the direction you would’ve come from his brother’s house.

But you had taken a longer route, walking past the stables and pet the horses that were milling in the walk about pen. Now though…you think it’s time.

As soon as your feet turn on the street, Joel’s head turns in your direction. The streetlight just across from it catches the shine of your own washed hair, the copper strands already looking so much better.

He’s standing, stepping to the stairs that lead up the porch as you approach. Lips pursed ever so slightly and giving away the anxiety you know must be thrumming just underneath his skin.

“Darlin’, been waiting up for you.”

“Sorry, Joel…was just taking a moment.”

“You know you don’t need to apologize for that.” His hands are clenching into fists and then unclenching in a slow motion at his sides, one of the traits he had picked up to stretch out his broken hand as it healed. Or so you had thought, it was a tick of his, you eventually realized. And you hate that he’s so consumed by emotion to be exhibiting it now.

“I…um…I wanted to talk to you actually.”

“Was wonderin’ if we could chat?”

You both speak at the same time, voices layering over each other.

“You’re gonna stay with them, aren’t you?” It’s not an accusation, not in the slightest. But it’s almost a resignation as his voice drops in volume. Not being able to stand the sadness you see in his features, you take the steps quickly and stand on the one below the deck of the porch and reach for his hands. They’re warm from the mug he had been holding. Scars littering them and the one from the first night of the journey that led here looks irritated, no doubt the humidity still fading from the air.

“They’re my family, Joel.” You take a deep breath, chest warm and cheeks tingling. “But you and Ellie are too. You all mean so much to me. If…if I were to stay here, I wouldn’t want to do it as friends.”

The quiet that falls is heavy, tension thick in the air.

And then he’s suddenly hauling you up onto the porch and into his arms, lips pressing to yours as he holds you tightly to him. Your stomach swoops, your heart rachets against the inside of your ribs and you can’t help but smile into the kiss as you wrap your own arms around his neck. He’s passionate as he keeps pressing kiss after kiss to your lips, hands coming up to cradle the back of your head and the small of your back. He can feel the tremors of your muscles as you arch into him.

When you part to catch your breath, the words you’ve held onto tight surge up as you gaze into the beautiful brown of someone who you only caught sightings of once upon a time. There was no way to anticipate the turn of events that altered the entire trajectory of your life- leaving you standing here in front of him with endless praise and love.

But he beats you to it, his own lips pressing together as he takes a deep breath to center himself, hands holding you tight and eyes looking right back at you as you look up at him.

“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you. You’ve been a tremendous help since we ran into you all those months ago, me and Ellie…I don’t know where we would be right now without you. I…Bean, I love you.”

Heat takes over your entire chest, blooming there as you feel happiness you never thought you’d feel again, life granting you another chance to experience something good.

“Well, guess I should return the favor then and tell you I love you too.”

He’s licking the words out of your mouth the second their out, striking arousal up your spine like a match being lit. He murmurs your name between devouring kisses, and between it all you feel like you’ve made it home. Like you can begin to create a safe life here with the man who Joel Miller blossomed into on the journey it took to get here.

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Danny hadn’t always been a bad boyfriend. 

At first he had been kind and sweet. With him being a tad bit more outgoing than Y/N, he had brought her into his friend group and integrated her as one of them. He had brought her flowers for their 6 month anniversary, they went on dates on the weekends twice a month, and it was nice. Solid, steady. 

Until he got a little too comfortable. 

Y/N could see it now that she had removed her heart from the equation. Danny was lazy, and it had shown more and more as the year mark hit, and then two years, and she had to remind him of Valentine’s Day, make the birthday plans, schedule the dates, or go along with the plans he’d made with his friends. He would get her gifts on those occasions, yes, but the most stereotypical things. It had lacked thought. Flowers and chocolates on Valentine’s Day were nice! She didn’t want to come across as ungrateful ever- but when he’d gotten her dark chocolate when he should have known she really disliked it, it made it a little less sweet- pun intended. 

If someone were to ask Y/N why she stayed so long,  she wouldn’t have one singular answer. Comfort? Familiarity? Routine? Perhaps lack of self esteem? She wasn’t sure. Being raised to think you had a specific way of doing things, of dating, engagement, then marriage, she hadn’t really been given many other examples. Growing up, her parents had been high school sweethearts, as had both of their parents. There was no breaking up, it was a one and done type of deal. 

She wasn’t sure if that was set in stone, though. It was an unspoken rule, something left unsaid like a thinly veiled threat in the night air. They spoke of the great love story of finding your one and only and it made her feel like she had to stick to that too. She’d never asked her mother about it, because she never really entertained the idea of having any other partner. 

It was easy with Danny in the way that she knew what to expect. She knew his habits, she knew his work, his schedule. She knew his friends, his plans for life, there were no surprises. Nothing that would jump back out and bite her, catch her off guard as he slowly leaned into being less attentive.&

Maybe that’s why even when she started having doubts she had stuck them to the back of her mind. 

There was no denying that Harry had been a very, very big part in all of it. The funny part of it was, she wasn’t sure that the sex bit was what truly got her to reconsider even if it had started it all. As incredible, euphoric as she felt- it was the way she felt afterwards. Before, even. When they sat in his bed and he stroked her cheek, feeding her cubes of cantaloupe or strawberries sliced in half, or when he’d picked up a carton of her yogurt and granola after mentioning what she usually had for breakfast at home. 

It was how gentle he handled her not only physically, but emotionally. He checked in, he cared, he asked her multiple times what she liked and what she didn’t. If it was okay to touch her certain ways, if he could kiss her. Just little things that seemed so minuscule in size if you looked at it from the outside but felt so big to her that it tore at her heart. 

He’d gotten her that damn water bottle, he’d gotten used to washing her hair when they shared showered, he used that tender tone of voice that had her bones feeling flexible as she melded into him each and every time. 

And another thing she had found to like about Harry, was the fact that he was just… dominant in most regards.

It wasn’t overly so. He wasn’t this complete alpha, macho man, fists banging on the chest sort of guy. He didn’t walk into the room and demand to be the biggest and baddest in the room. It was understated, quiet. If you looked at him you could just… see. Feel it. You could see he held it together well, that he liked control in the way he kept things organized and held eye contact regardless of who it was. He very rarely shied away from a situation. In fact, Y/N felt very special for being one of the only people she had seen make him blush or get flustered. 

It was second nature to him to just do. To pick up where she left off. So it did make her wonder what else she could do for him. How she could help him relieve stress. Yes, there was the sexual aspect that she was more than willing to hand over whenever he wanted (no exaggeration- any time, any place) but she wanted to be the person he allowed himself to loosen up with. 

She’d seen glimpses. Silliness and joking, that sort of tenderness that he didn’t seem to give to anyone else, but she wanted to make his life easier. Researching the dynamics between dominants and submissives, she had some questions- but the first thing she needed to do was cut off the dead weight- the only thing holding them back. 

—-

Meeting at the park was a good idea. She could tell by his face that he had a clue what was going to happen and as much as she tried not to, she did feel a tiny sliver of guilt. 

Y/N didn’t necessarily cheat, no. She’d had full permission, ecstatic permission, actually. He’d handed her over to Harry. Being realistic she knew he didn’t realize it would be an option that he wouldn’t get her back. Danny was headstrong in a way she found a lot of men were. He didn’t consider the possibility that she actually did know what she wanted and once she had a taste, she would want that for herself all the time.

“You’re leaving me for him.”

“Not necessarily.” She sighed, crossing her arms around her body. “It isn’t just about him. It’s about the fact that we aren’t compatible anymore, and we haven’t been in a long time.”

Danny scoffed, tilting his head towards the sky. “So, what? I’m nice? I let you go and see and play around to explore that shit and now you’ve gotten addicted to that sort of stuff? We can get you to therapy, because it isn’t healthy. But obviously it was a mistake to hand you off to him-“

“Yes. If you loved me, if you truly wanted me, Daniel- you’d never, ever want someone else to touch me.” She remembered how Harry had said he didn’t want to share her. Look, sure. But never touch. “You said the shit I’m into is weird, you shame me, then pawn me off to your friend which… it’s dangerous. The both of us are lucky Harry is genuinely an amazing guy-“ she shot him a look as he let out a noise but continued anyways. “Harry is amazing and kept me safe. He taught me the safe ways of doing things. And I liked it. I’m not going to lie to you, I really liked all of it and I know you aren’t into it.” For once, her face softened.

“And you don’t have to be. I don’t judge you for not wanting to do it. I never have. I was upset by your reactions and how you made me feel bad, but I would never ask you to do something you truly aren’t comfortable with. But if this is something I want, something I find myself needing to be fulfilled, I’m not going to try to change you or myself to try and salvage a relationship that was barely working anyways.”

“Barely working?” Danny looked genuinely confused. “The fuck are you talking about.” Again, her anger bubbled under the surface, but the exhaustion of the whole thing kept her from exploding. 

“Danny, you barely gave me attention. When you apologized the first time and we went out to the bar, you brushed me off the whole time. You treated me like an accessory. There was no passion to our relationship.” Y/N wasn’t sure how he didn’t see that. “We had the same conversations every day, barely had any excitement. I don’t think you loved me- I think I was convenient. And I don’t hold that against you either, but I think I was convenient to you.”

“That’s just how relationships are! They even out and get a little boring.” He defended, nostrils flaring as he was obviously offended with her observation. She had a feeling he would get that way. It was just another reason why they needed to end things. 

“To a degree. After years of marriage and things settle down, your partner is supposed to become your best friend. And we barely speak to each other if it isn’t about plans, or something you want to. If I feel like talking about something I can physically see you tune me out. This was happening far before you even handed me off to Harry.”

“And he’s going to give you that?” He sneered, looking at her like she was some sort of idiot. It had been very clear since the beginning that Danny really did put people into boxes, and Harry was in the sexual deviant one. He had no ability to see the depth in people and that had always been something that bothered her about him, but seeing it now towards someone she was falling for made her angry. 

“I don’t know.” She snapped. “But regardless if it is him or not, you need to stop that. You just… you learn something about someone and you completely disregard them as people. You knew he was into some different stuff and all of a sudden he’s a whore, some kind of sexual deviant that can’t commit. He’s had partners, long term. He’s caring. He’s kind. He listens to what I have to say. It isn’t just sex every time I go over to his place, you understand that right?” 

He didn’t, obviously, but the way his brows pulled together and he looked at her like he didn’t know what she was talking about. “Did you expect him to string me up and hit me with a paddle a few times and me to run back to you?” She was positive that was the thought process as it was as soon as she saw the face he made. “We bond. We make breakfast or go out for it, we watch shows, we take his dog on a walk- the dynamic of this whole thing goes far past just sex, Danny. It’s trust. I know you did minimal research into what this actually is, but I’m telling you that we weren’t just going at it like bunnies. I’m not hypnotized by his dick. He’s so nice to me, and he listens, and he….” Y/N could feel herself getting emotional, so she had to reign it in. He didn’t need this sort of response from her. 

“Listen. I’m sorry. I know we had plans, but they’re not for me anymore. I have no idea if Harry wants to actually date me or not. I have no clue where my life is going, but I just don’t see us being together anymore.”

——

It was a bit anticlimactic. Danny couldn’t really argue with her, (even if he did try a few times). Not when it was so abundantly clear her mind was made up. It was over. Regardless of what he thought about Harry or her sexual preferences or anything she liked, it was her opinion that mattered. She’d been coasting for so long that she had forgotten how it felt to actually be behind the wheel. As terrifying as it was to navigate- it felt good. 

“A mixed box, please.” Y/N politely asked the worker at the donut shop, knowing Harry was a bit of a fiend for a donut with his coffee. “An extra chocolate though, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course! Half or whole dozen?” 

“Whole, please.” 

She checked her phone to see a text waiting from him, her mood lightening immediately as her eyes traced over the screen. 

H: You alright, sweetheart? Please text me when you’re on your way here x. 

H: p.s. I miss you a little. 

Her heart felt like it grew too big for her chest as she took a shaky inhale, thumbing over the keyboard to reply to the man. It had been ages since she had gotten giddy over a man texting her, Harry being the first one since she’d left school honestly. It wasn’t that she wanted to constantly compare her past relationship with him, but it was hard not to when everything felt so much better.

Y/N: hiiii ❤️ I’m good. I made a stop but as soon as I’m done here I’ll be on my way. Maybe 20? 

Y/N: p.s. I miss you a little bit too 

Tucking her phone back in her pocket, she thanked the girl and checked out at the register, tapping her card before taking the box and walking back out to her car. 

She was a single woman, now. Sort of? That was sort of a mystery. She was Harry’s. The fact was clear both in her heart and the bruises sucked over the swell of her breast, also coincidentally over her heart. The question laid in his hands, if they were an actual item or not. He’d proclaimed she was his what seemed to be a million times but how far did that go? 

It wasn’t like she was dumb- she knew there were feelings in both ends. Men didn’t act like that unless they were actually wanting you. She knew she wasn’t completely naive for feeling somewhat confident that Harry would want her, but it was the question of in what way. As a submissive? As a girlfriend? That question would be asked tonight, but right now she really just needed a hug. 

There was no need to knock anymore as she scales the porch steps and approached the door, instead punching in the code to his security system and pushing the door open. The clicking of nails alerted her to Buttons before she even saw the pup, eagerly running towards her with a happy yip. 

“Hello, my darling.” She cooed, hanging her purse up on the hook and toed her shoes off. “These are not for you, M’sorry. We can get you a treat though. Where’s daddy, hm?” 

“Kitchen!” He called through the house, making her smile widen. She could smell coffee, the dark roast permeating the air as she padded towards the room. It was one of the best times of day to be in the room, sunlight pouring through the wide windows. Even better to frame him as he leaned against the island, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. 

He was always beautiful, but seeing him in this light- literally and metaphorically- had her tummy swirling. His hair fluffy from the shower this morning and pushed off his head, the facial hair he had let grow because she said she liked it, the tee shirt tucked into linen pants, all of it was enticing. It felt more intense now that there was no real barrier holding her back from allowing her to think those sorts of things about him. 

“Excuse me, miss? What’s in that box?” His voice tilted as his smile grew, looking at the familiar pink box. 

“You know what’s in the box.” She hummed, placing it down next to him. “It’s where I stopped. I’m sorry to say I broke into them and ate a chocolate one on the drive here, but there’s 11 others in there for you to choose from.” 

“How will I ever forgive you.” His eyes rolled as he uncrossed his arms and pulled her into them, seeming to know what she needed before she could even utter a word about it. He knew what she went to do and while it was exciting, he knew she had been slightly anxious about the reaction. “You alright, darling? Seriously?” 

Y/N wasn’t sure if it was being in the safety of his arms and realizing that he was the only one she felt this safe with, if it was the slight exhaustion from not being able to sleep well, or the emotion of letting go of something that had once felt like her life, but she felt the wall hit her. Nodding into his chest, she stayed buried there as the tears bubbled over her lashline. 

“Oh, Angel. M’sorry. That’s a dumb question.”’he sighed, curling his hand around the back of her head and gently running his fingers through her hair. “I know. S’been a lot, the last few weeks. But you’re safe here, yeah? We don’t have to talk about it, or we can. It’s up to you.”

She knew he did want to. He wouldn’t press her because he was a good man and he was considerate of her feelings, but he wanted to know what happened and considering the entirety of this, she wanted to. It just… needed to be in a minute. Arms wrapped around his form as she took in unsteady breaths, trying to calm herself down. It was easier said than done when he felt like the lifeline now, but she didn’t want to cry over it. 

“We can.” She gave a watery laugh as she turned her cheek to rest on him, letting herself breathe properly instead of keeping herself shoved against his body. “I’m not upset because we broke up. I-I don’t really care about that, actually. I’m glad. He didn’t take it well but he also didn’t throw a tantrum. It just upset me because I was seeing him for one of the first times as who he was instead of m-making excuses and I felt a little dumb for staying for so long.” It was embarrassing.

Harry knew she wasn’t done so he didn’t interrupt, continuing the soothing strokes as she stayed leaning against him. “He puts people in boxes. Like he… he thought you were one dimensional and so was I. Thought that I didn’t actually know what I w-wanted, and that we were just fucking this whole time. Couldn’t believe that we were actually bonding and that you could possibly like me, or vice versa, outside a bedroom.” Her scoff made him chuckle just a bit, leaning his head down to kiss the top of hers, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. 

“And it really hit me how he couldn’t fathom that you have feelings that go past sexual deviancy or that I actually know what I want and I wasn’t just addicted to sex or something. Did you know he used to get me chocolates for Valentine’s Day but he’d get dark, and I hate dark chocolate.” She sniffled. “Or he’d make me plan stuff because I was ‘better’ at it. I just felt in charge of everything except plans with his friends, unless it had to do with getting a gift for a wedding or baby shower or birthday. Then I could handle it because… I don’t know. I was leading the whole thing and I wasn’t getting anything in return and I’m just now realizing how shitty I felt the whole time. I think I just coasted the whole time b-because my family did the whole high school or college sweetheart things and I felt like I needed to, too.”

It made a lot of sense to him, now, why she felt she needed this. The dynamic. Naturally submissive, he knew, but being forced to take the role that she didn’t want for the sake of a relationship she was trying to keep afloat merely because she felt a responsibility? His poor fucking girl. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I know it isn’t exactly the sort of thing you want to hear and it won’t make it better, but I’m sorry. It hurt you, it made you feel under appreciated and taken for granted. You didn’t deserve any of that.” 

It wouldn’t make a difference now but he wished he had met her first. Met her before Danny had gotten to her and been able to snatch her up, give her the sort of attention she properly needed, take care of her the way she had always been craving. For someone who didn’t naturally have that sort of instinct he had to imagine it was exhausting. Harry took pride in being the planner, the provider. He liked being in charge and knowing what was happening, making things easy and smooth. But for Y/N who already didn’t want to be doing it, he knew it had to have felt like she was trapped. 

“M’never going to make you do those things.” He murmured. “Not if you don’t want to. I don’t… it isn’t something that I’d ever want you to do if you didn’t want to. There is no right or wrong way to have a relationship, but the burden shouldn’t fall on only one person if they don’t want it to.” He smeared his lips in a ring of kisses around her hairline. “I know you don’t need me t’tell you that how you were treated wasn’t right, but I hope you know that you can tell me if you ever feel that way. If you… if you don’t want to do something, you don’t have to.” There was a pause. “When we’re not playing.” 

“I was gonna hold you to that.” She laughed against him, pulling her head back to look at him. “So, um.. I didn’t want to assume anything, but I’m gonna now and think that you want to.. that you like me enough to keep me around?”

Harry looked at her for a few moments before shutting his eyes, dropping his head to rest on hers. “If I hadn’t made it clear before, I think M’gonna make it even clearer now.” 

Y/N didn’t have a chance to breathe before he scooped her up to sit her in the counter, their lips fused together in a kiss she hadn’t fully felt before. Something he had held back, it lingered under it all as she easily melted into him.  It felt different, like a barrier had fallen off with the way he handled her. It was still delicate, still tender, but there was no hint of hesitancy in the way he led the kisses, smoothing his thumbs over her cheeks as he cupped her face in those massive hands she loved so much. Unhurried, unrestrained but no sense of urgency. 

Like he knew now he didn’t have to rush, that he had more time to prove to her that he meant every unspoken word he poured into this. 

The slight salt of her tears reminded him to pull back, to pace himself. Oddly enough, he had no urge to have sex right now. Everything was soft. Silky. Lovelaced and sweet, hinted with the motivation to give her the relationship that she deserved. It meant he’d have to ask her what she would want, but right now he just wanted to bask in the feeling of her in his palms and the warm sun and sugary donuts in the box and the strong coffee finishing its brew across the kitchen. 

“Hi.” He smiled lightly as he pulled back, eyes hooded as he watched hers peel open to meet his own. Her lips were bare of anything but chapstick he had faint taste of- strawberry, he was positive of it- and slightly puffy from the kiss that had gone on for a bit longer than they should have been able to breathe. 

“Hi.” Her voice was a peep as the shyness took over her face, but Harry didn’t let her move from it. As much as she wanted to burrow back into his chest, he kept her chin up. The energy was palpable, giddiness rocking his belly as he tugged her lip from her teeth. No biting of lips near him, not right now. Even if it was cute. 

There was a lot to speak about in regards to them as a pairing, but he wanted to soak in this warmth for a bit before getting down to the gritty bit of it. The girl had brought him his favorite sweets, and he wanted to enjoy them with her.

“Do you want some coffee?” 

“Tea, please.” 

—

Harry hadn’t been positive Y/N would go through with it. 

That wasn’t a fault or doubt of her person, not at all. But he knew that she really didn’t like hurting people. That much had been something he’d learned very early on in knowing her. She had been mindful of Danny’s feelings the whole time, trying not to flaunt any of it in his face and not giving details unless he asked- which he hardly did. 

They’d not really gotten any sort of response about what they’d done in front of him but Harry knew he wasn’t going to say anything about it because he would be too ashamed to admit it. He wasn’t shocked, though, when he got text messages during the day while Y/N slept soundly on his lap while watching a movie as Harry worked on his phone. She never could stay awake when the movie turned on and he played with her hair. One hand had been gently massaging her scalp while the other typed on his screen when the message popped up on his screen. 

D: I don’t know what the fuck you did to her but I hope you’re happy. I trusted you with her, man. And you fucking stole her. She was mine. That shit you’re into is disgusting and you’ve brainwashed her or something, it’s fucked up. 

Harry almost laughed at the message until he remembered what Y/N had been so upset about. The fact she hadn’t been seen as a person with her own emotions and feelings during the duration of the relationship had hit her. It may have started out good but it ended badly when she realized that he didn’t think she could choose what she liked. This was a prime example of it. 

HS: I get being upset, but I didn’t steal her. She isn’t property. She’s capable of making her own decisions and you texting me something like that proves you don’t trust her judgment yet again. I’ll do my best to make her happy, I care about her more than you can fathom. 

HS: I won’t be by any group gatherings, so don’t worry about that. Bye. 

Harry muted the conversation. 

It really wasn’t something he needed to talk to about with him anymore. He wasn’t sorry, he didn’t regret anything, he didn’t think what they did was fucked up. He could go back and forth about how Danny had been the one to hand over his girlfriend and push her right into Harry’s arms but at what cost? Why would he bother? 

She was curled in his lap, head on his thighs with soft breaths puffing against his shirt. Buttons laid at his dog bed near the fireplace and he felt that happiness bubble up in his stomach again. This was what he wanted. 

The dominant and submissive dynamic was something he loved and he enjoyed, absolutely. But the base level of his desires was wanting a real relationship with this before all the rest of it fell into place. Happiness at the most base level, trust, peace. Finding the delicate balance. 

His eyes traced over her features as his mind wandered a bit. Was a full dynamic what she wanted? Was she looking for commitment right off the bat? Or did she need a little breathing room? 

That didn’t seem as likely considering how she’d come right back home to him. 

The knowledge that she didn’t have anything holding her back was something that pleased him endlessly. He didn’t have to worry about stepping on toes. While they hadn’t expressed out loud that they wanted to be in a full and committed relationship, he knew she wouldn’t be here if she didn’t want to be. 

If he was honest with himself, he knew that an emotional affair had played a part in it. The both of them had been feeling things for each other for a bit, at least for him it had been a while. Y/N had poured her trust into him and he had taken that very seriously. He’d done his best to keep himself in check but now he really didn’t have to. 

It was astounding how fast emotions could form, how feelings could grow from a seedling planted in the pit of his belly to a full bloom that burst through his chest. She’d made a garden inside of him and he wanted her to see just how beautiful it could be, if she gave him the chance. A real one. 

Harry the dominant was one part of him but it wasn’t the whole part. He was a fully fleshed out human with faults. He was picky about keeping his house clean, he could be a bit pushy sometimes, he tended to isolate when he was upset about something. There was hints of insecurity and possessiveness in his personality, jealousy. God, he was a pathetically jealous person even if he tried to keep it under wraps. These were things she hadn’t exactly gotten to see, even if there were glimpses here and there. The underlying anxiety was there and prevalent that maybe she’d see those parts and not like him as much. 

The reminder that Y/N wasn’t that cruel circled back around and called him some, smiling as he felt her stir and scoot closer to him. Her nose nuzzled into his stomach, slow breathing evening out as she got comfortable again pressed up against him. The reminder that she also had faults that he hadn’t exactly seen yet was a comfort. He doubted that anything would truly scare him away, though. The obsession was already in place. 

“M’gonna do my best.” He whispered quietly, letting the back of his hand brush her warm cheek as she snoozed, unaware of his tender words under his breath. Unaware that it felt like he was holding the world in the palm of his hand now, and it was slightly terrifying as he tried to ensure he wouldn’t break it. “Gonna take care of you, sweet girl. Promise.” 

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Their dinner was quiet. Harry had put on jazz music that was understated beneath their talking, the food was good, but there was no denying that they both knew a conversation laid ahead that would be a defining factor. 

As much as Harry tried to be calm about it, he was slightly nervous. Y/N looked slightly anxious and he tried to keep his shoulders relaxed but it was hard to when he was unsure what part she was anxious about. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long. 

“I’m over Danny.” She blurted out. The dam had splintered and she felt like she couldn’t keep it back anymore. “I think I was over him for a long time. if he was in love with me, he would have never sent me to fuck around with someone else. If I was truly in love with him, I wouldn’t have agreed. I wouldn’t have been so eager to come and see you. It has been bothering me for a bit thinking maybe I was a bad person for wanting to move on so quickly but I think I had accepted subconsciously that it had been over for so long that it made it easier for me to feel almost single when I was around you.” Taking a gulp of air, she continued. To his credit Harry didn’t interrupt, merely folded his hands on the table and looked intently at her. 

“The last thing I want you to consider yourself is a rebound, though. I’ve been torn because… while I know I like you a lot, and I do- I really do like you,” she paused to give him a nervous smile. “I wanted to make sure that you understand that I never saw you as someone to move on with when I wasn’t distracted by him in the first place. Every single time we were together I forgot about him. As cruel as it sounds… maybe the first time I had thought about how much better it was and how this was what I was missing, that I knew he’d never be capable of the things I wanted- but being with you was never about him for me.”

Y/N knew she was a flawed individual and it wasn’t a secret. It wasn’t morally right to most people and she understood that. But this had felt like a natural turn of events for her.

“You’ve been at the forefront of my mind since we first met up at the coffee shop. I always thought you were slightly intimidating and very handsome, very kind- but once I had the go ahead to think of you as more, it never stopped. It only grew.” Her eyes dropped to her mostly finished plate as she took a deeper breath. It felt like an avalanche of words were trying to come out, all the things she had held back coming out now that she felt safe enough to. 

“I thought at first it really was a favor to him, that you were doing this because you were a good friend. But I… I’d like to think I have good enough senses to know that you enjoyed it too. You paid me more attention than anyone else ever has. From the texting to check in and remembering things I said off hand, to getting me things that are so unique to me and our conversations… it blew me away.” Her fingers fiddled with the napkin before she braved his eyes again. 

“I just wanted to tell you that I… I really would like to try. With you. The um, the dominant stuff too, but… more? If that's something you’d want.” 

“It is.” There was no hesitation in his answer, knowing she was losing steam in her rant. “It’s what I’ve wanted for a while. I tried very hard to be respectful at first, you know…” he swallowed, trying to find the words. “I wanted to be respectful because of you. I didn’t want to get out of turn. And then… I started to care less about it when I saw how little he cared about your relationship himself. I didn’t take the favor on directly because he asked me.” This was a revelation, just a bit. “I took it on because I knew you, I knew the… I know how it is wanting to try something and feeling like you’ve got no options. I also know how dangerous it could be with the wrong hands on you. And I cared for you, back then more so as a friend but I cared and didn’t want you to have a bad experience. I wanted it to be safe and pleasure filled and selfishly, I was attracted to you as it was.” 

He may have fooled himself into thinking it was for Danny but he knew deep down why he had done it. 

“I think that you took me by surprise. How well we worked together from day one. It felt like… you were made for me. Y’know?”

“Yeah.” She peeped. “I felt the same.”

The small smile on his lips was a reward for her, the table being a good divider for now. If it wasn’t there he knew he would be distracted by wanting to touch her. “Good. I was taken back by it and I wanted more n’more, I got selfish and greedy for a bit. I broke a little, having you in the cafe bathroom. Doin’ that, it was selfish for me. For us. There wasn’t anything pre planned and I knew by how you reacted I wasn’t exactly alone in the want to do more but I didn’t want to make you feel guilty, so I kept it back for a bit.”

It had been so difficult not to beg for me. Ask her to come over during the week when he felt especially lonely. Even just to have her sit in his bed and leave her scent all over the sheets or hear her padding around while he worked. That was the domesticity that he wanted. “It’s been more than sex for me for a while. I know the dynamic is more than that too, but I found myself wanting you around more. Wanting to do more things with you than what we were supposed to do. When we went out the first time together, had me all sort of nervous in the good way and I realized I was getting myself into something that could be really good, or really bad.” His heart had been on the line the whole time. 

“Listen.” Leaning forward, he clasped his hands together again as he had her eyes. “I want t’be with you too. I want more. I want… the fun side where we play and go to the club, all of that. But I want more, too. The dinners and having you in my bed, without fucking. The softer things. I know that in the past you mentioned you had to control everything in your last relationship and I wanted to warn you that m’not like that- I like control in all areas of my life. It’s one of those things I’ve tried to work on a bit. Not necessarily of you in the traditional sense but… I like t’plan the dates. I like to feel needed, don’t mind bein’ the one to take care of you as long as you save that softness for me. Jus’ like you loving on me and being that sweet girl that you’ve shown me so far, and it’ll make me happy.” His hands itched to grab her. “Does that sound like something you can deal with.”

“It sounds like it’s perfect.” A shaky laugh left her as she felt slightly like she was dreaming. “I want to know more about how I can give back to you if you’re doing all the controlling but I… I really like that idea. I don’t mind you being the one to do all those things.” His version was exactly what she wanted. 

“Good.” The sigh of relief was enough to relax his shoulders. “Now c’mon over here. You’ve been far away from me for far too long.”

Y/N scrambled up and rounded the table, a shy smile lighting up her face as she sat in his lap and giggled in surprise as his mouth met hers, eager and languid as his large hand held her hip. She felt safe. Giddy. Warm. She could get used to this. 

[unamzi]

I'm keeping them all in my basement.

[riant-draws]

really putting the angle in strangle amirite

more fanart for The Theraprist, this time chapter 25! go throw the author (@bapple117) some love!

[mkpersephone]

We need more X-Men '97/Avengers crossover fanfiction.

It is criminal how few there are.

I need Charles to read to Tony to filth over the Sokovia Accords. I need Erik to be mad at everything and everyone for how they treat Wanda and letting his son die. I need Steve and Logan to sit at the bar and go over wartime stories. I need Kurt and Peter to be friends. I need T'chala to simp over Storm. I need Hank and Bruce to be science bros. I need Scott to be totally done with all this shit. I need Jean to cook.