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megamindsecretlair · 11 months ago

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Been an (Awful) Good Girl

Pairing: Rich!Tre x Babygirl!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

*This is separate from Mr. Black but with a similar style. Can be read as a future imagine for these two.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. This shit rated PORN. Established relationship. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering and oral (fem receiving), edging, orgasm control, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, size kink, daddy and breeding kink if you squint, roleplaying as Santa, all consensual.

Summary: Tre has taken you away to a cabin in the mountains for a romantic getaway. He roleplays as Santa so he can shimmy down your chimney.

Word Count: 4,653k

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A heavy thud made you gasp with excitement and fear as you headed down the stairs. A man dressed as Santa bent over near the Christmas tree, inspecting the presents there and leaving a few more. You tip-toed further down the stairs until you reached the bottom landing, placing your hand on your hips.

“I hope you’re leaving a good present for me,” you said.

Santa straightened up and turned around slowly, revealing a thick ebony-skinned man. He wore Santa pants with unlaced black boots. Santa’s coat hung open revealing a wide expanse of sexy midnight skin. Rock hard abs was under a subtle layer of fat. There was a Santa hat hanging loosely on his head. He was a man.

God and it killed you every day that you got to love on this man. That he was yours to do whatever you wanted with.

“That depends. Have you been a good girl?” The deep timbre of his voice only added to how aroused you were. When he suggested this getaway to a mountain cabin, you thought that he was out of his rabbit ass mind. Black folk didn’t “do” cabins.

However, you couldn’t resist all the things he’d been teasing you with all week. Every day, he’d whisper something else naughty that he was going to do to you leading up to Christmas. He detailed everything he was going to do as if it were its own treasured present.

All week, he had been edging you, playing with the outermost edges of your clit and pussy. He’d get you so hot and bothered that you thought you’d cum from his voice alone. No matter how many times you begged and pleaded, he refused to allow you to cum. He would whisper all kinds of dirty shit.

When you got to the cabin, he stayed true to his word. Except that he’d edged you more. You were sexually frustrated and you wanted dick right now.

“I’ve been an awful good girl,” you said with a sultry grin.

Santa absently rubbed his stomach as he crooked his finger and you walked closer to him.

He had done a good job of getting the cabin ready for you both. He did all the research, ran it by you for approval, and set to work getting it set up for Christmas. The tree was understated and beautiful with copper and blue baubles. A Black angel in gold robes sat atop the tree with lights lit in her hands.

He had a fire going in the hearth now, warming the entire first floor. It was a good thing too. You were not accustomed to the freezing temperatures in the mountains. The day time wasn’t so bad. But at night? You were shivering your ass off upstairs.

Santa licked his lips as you approached, looking over your outfit for the day. You practically cackled while you were in the store, spending all his money on lingerie. Tonight, you chose a forest green teddy, with gold straps across your hips. It showed off the planes of your belly and connected in the back. It was flimsy and you felt incredibly sexy in it.

By the look in his eyes, it was very much appreciated. He grabbed your hand and made you do a spin for him. You moved your hips dramatically, like a model to show him exactly what he’s been teasing all week.

“Good girls usually stay sleep when Santa comes to visit,” he said. He pulled your hips backwards so that your ass could grind into his hard dick. You bit your lip and suppressed a shudder. You were so needy, you’d suck his dick till the morning if only he’d let you cum already. He grazed your left ear with his teeth.

“I’m too curious,” you said.

He chuckled and you felt the vibration down your back. Did this man have any clue how fucking sexy he was? He had to. He had to know that you were down bad for him.

“Too curious about your presents? That’s very naughty,” he said, drawing out the word. His teeth on your ear were sending electrical currents straight to your pussy. You ached. You needed stimulation and you were tired of waiting. He was a mean asshole but he wasn’t typically this cruel. You didn’t know which side of the bed he woke up on, but he needed to switch up real quick before you got pissed and didn’t want to play anymore.

You took a few deep breaths to calm down. You were too excited. Your teddy was already growing damp. That was just at the promise of dick.

“I’ve been good all year. Can’t I take a little peak?” You asked.

“Hmm, how ‘bout you come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want. Let’s see if Santa got it right this year,” he said in your ear.

He stepped away from you and dragged a chair closer. The cabin was so quaint and adorable like all them cheesy ass Hallmark movies. The chair was antique, lovingly restored with a dark stain on it. You were nervous to defile it so crudely, but whatever. Shit wasn’t going to last forever.

He sat down and slapped your ass. You shrieked, not expecting the bite of pain. You looked over your shoulder at him and he gave you a saucy wink. He spread his legs wide enough for you to squeeze your luscious body in between. You sat on his lap, feeling his dick again. You were turned on, he was turned on, was all of this really necessary?

You knew better than to question him. Once he got an idea in his head, it took damn near a miracle to get him to switch it up.

The fabric of his clothes were plush. You settled on his lap and he pulled your hips back until you were all the way on him. He tapped your thighs to get you to hang them over his, leaving you just as spread as he was. More so, since your legs dangled outside of his.

The heat of the fireplace slammed into you, fighting with the heat from inside of you. Your breaths were growing too ragged and painful in your chest. “Nuh-uh, breathe baby girl,” he said. “I ain’t even touch you yet.”

He was right. He thought he was always right but in this instance, he really was right. You took deep breaths, looking into the real flames behind the black grate. Santa’s hands rubbed over your thighs and you gasped, jerking away from him.

He continued to rub your thighs, getting you used to his touch. If you didn’t calm down soon, you were going to burst into little tiny pieces. His hands worked inwards, getting closer to your pussy and you began to grind on his dick. You used the arm rests for support.

You couldn’t help it. You needed to move, to ride. You needed some damn friction. “Tell Santa what you wanted this year. Anything that pops into that pretty empty head,” he said in your ear.

He returned to nibbling on it. You started and stopped multiple times. The heat began to duel in earnest now, sweat gathering on your forehead and in between your breasts. “Since I’ve been so good, I want a new car,” you said.

He knew you had a really hard time asking for shit. He made good money and he liked taking care of you but every single purchase was a small battle of wills. You always lost, but he was getting sick of the guilt you felt over each purchase.

His project this year was to get you to ask for the most outrageous things so that his gifts were “small” in comparison. Last year, his project was to make you rest. He whisked you away for an entire year and refused to let you do anything but sleep and hop on his dick.

“What kind of car?” He asked. “Be specific.”

You whimpered as his pinky fingers played with the very edge of your teddy. It skimmed the sensitive skin in the crease of your legs and you gyrated again, unable to stop.

“I-I want a Range Rover Evoque, Black, 2024 model,” you said. He moved his fingers closer. If he went a bit farther, his fingers would finally rub on your clit.

You were having a hard time breathing. You were out of air as your brain turned fuzzy. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen. Maybe it was how turned on you were. You weren’t sure and didn’t care to know.

“Tell Santa why you want it,” he said.

You weren’t sure it was safe for a human body to contain so much heat. You flushed with it, as if it were a wall of pressure inside of you. You huffed. “It’s simple and unassuming. But has all wheel drive that I can take anywhere,” you said.

“Where you trynna go?” He asked.

“To our winter house in Northern France. A chateau with a huge green house I can visit and walk around all the new plants. Then it has to have a garden too. So big I could get lost in it,” you moaned.

He moved his fingers over the lace covering your clit. That tiny strip of fabric was all that separated you from his fingers. You wished the fireplace would leap out a tiny flame and burn the fabric away. You hated being teased and the bastard knew it.

“That’s my girl,” he said. He moved his right hand and slipped it under your teddy. He groaned when he burrowed his fingers in between your soaked folds.

“I don’t know. You still might end up on the naughty list. Do good girls let Santa play with their pussy?” He asked.

You nodded and shivered. Tingles shot up and down your thighs. Your toes curled around his calves. He was trying to kill you. He was actively committing murder and you were letting him. “Yes. Santa has to be taken care of too, right?” You asked.

“What if I had a Mrs. Clause?” He asked.

“Then she’d be having a very lonely Christmas considering it’s my pussy you’re playing with,” you said.

Santa chuckled and removed his fingers. “Wait! No!” You cried.

He moaned while he licked his lips. Smacked his lips. “Good girls don’t have filthy mouths, baby girl,” he said.

“Wait, I’m sorry. I’ll be good!”

“Tell me what else you want and maybe I’ll go back to playing with it,” he said.

You grunted in frustration. You were going to get his ass back for this. When he least expected it. Maybe the next time he showered, you were going to drop to your knees and suck him to the point of cumming. Then you were going to stop and make him suffer like he made you suffer all week.

The thought helped you plan your next ask. “I want a private island. With a private plane I can take whenever I want,” you said.

“A private island, huh? With on site staff?” He asked.

“Yes!” You ground into him based on that hit of gravel in his throat. He wasn’t entirely immune to what you were doing. He liked to act a big game, but he wasn’t made of steel. Although with that thing between his legs…

“What you gon’ do with this private island?” He asked.

“Walk on the beach naked,” you said with a grin. He couldn’t see you, but your words hit their mark. His hips slipped forward. He chuckled.

“Oh, we got jokes tonight,” he said.

You shuddered. “Fuck,” you panted. “I will walk around naked, get in the water naked. I might even lay on my beach and fuck myself with my fingers.” You moved your hand to do just that. Fuck him. He pushed you too far this time.

His fingers searched for your wet heat, pushing inside and you cried out. You leaned your head back, leaning on his shoulder. You were at an odd angle, your back curved a touch too far. You didn’t care. He was finally touching you.

Your pussy clenched around his fingers as he dipped three in at once. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck,” you moaned. Your right hand reached back to grip his bicep. The muscles squeezed and you held on by digging your nails in.

“I can definitely deliver on some of them things. But I think what I got you is much better. That’s if I decide you’ve been good,” he said.

You didn’t give a fuck what he said. You were grinding on his fingers while he pumped them inside you. Your arousal made you grip his fingers and he groaned at the extra pressure. “Nahh, you been too naughty. Talking back, disobeying orders, potty mouth.”

You whined. “Please, I’ll do anything,” you panted.

“Anything?” He whispered in your ear. You nodded, wiggling your hips. Fuck! His fingers weren’t enough!

“Sit on my face then,” he said.

Your hips stuttered as his words sunk in. He couldn’t be serious. “I don’t want to squish–”

“I die, I die,” he said.

You laughed despite yourself. “I’d miss you too much if you did,” you said. Fuck. You wanted his dick and he wasn’t going to make it easy. How did he know you so well?

“Okay, okay,” you agreed. Fuck it. Santa chuckled as he withdrew his fingers again. He sucked on them, groaning at your taste. The small room was filled with the scent of your arousal. The thick musk tickled your nose. You felt naughty as hell. Okay, maybe there was something to this role playing business.

You stood up and the chair scooted across the hardwood floor, grooves be damned. Before the hearth, there was a thick bearskin rug. On top of it, there were two other thick blankets with smooth downy fabric.

You knelt down while Santa joined you. He got onto his back. The Santa jacket and boots had come off. His skin flickered with the light of the flames. Shadows played across his chest. You licked your lips as you straddled his chest. He scooted down while you scooted upwards towards his mouth.

Nerves made your hands shake and thighs quake. Your pussy moved over his face and he adjusted himself beneath you. He pressed his nose into your wet core and breathed deeply.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He flicked his thumb over the thin material before yanking your teddy to the side.

“Shit’s so fucking creamy, baby girl,” he said.

You moaned while he pulled you down onto his face. You tried to use your knees to hover, but he was yanking you down anyway so that you literally sat on his face. His tongue started to move, flexing with his jaw. He was in it deep already. His thick beard rubbed your pussy and you moaned uncontrollably.

“Oh my god,” you moaned. Your hands dropped to his head. Your body started to move, riding his face. You were flooding his face with your arousal. It practically dripped out of you and onto his chin, into his beard, and into his mouth.

He moaned while he ate you out. The vibrations made his lips tingle. Pressed against your clit just so, you twitched and were shaking out your release. Your moans bounced in the cozy cabin. You screamed it all out. Such undiluted pleasure had you seeing through the roof and into the starry night sky.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned.

Santa continued to slurp up your essence. The loud sucking made your pussy flutter. “So fuckin’ creamy, shit,” he moaned. Harsh breaths escaped him and you felt slightly guilty. However, not too guilty because fuck that was amazing.

You didn’t have to worry about crushing him or wondering when he would tap out with an apology. Your head was silent for once. You were just a vessel for pleasure and at his mercy.

“Roll over,” he said.

You climbed off of him and flipped onto your back. He moved and leaned up onto his knees, scooting in between your legs and dropped his pants. He pressed his massive thighs against yours, pushing you nearly in half.

He laid down into a push-up style position. His hands were on either side of you, pushing your thighs down even more against your body. He wiggled his hips and the tip of his dick swung lazily over your pussy.

“Oh please, baby. Please, please,” you begged with an edge of panic.

Your feet dangled over his shoulders and you pushed them inward, wrapped around his head. He finally lined up perfectly, and began to sink in slowly.

Your mouth dropped open and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “Fuck, me!” You moaned.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he moaned tiredly.

He ought to be fucking tired from all that teasing he did! You bit your lip to keep from cursing him till kingdom come. He knew how long and thick he was. He knew he needed to get you sopping wet before even attempting this shit. But a week? A week of fucking teasing?

Your tight hole squeezed his dick and he moaned, stopping about halfway in. “Breathe for me, baby girl. Breathe and let me into that sexy pussy,” he coaxed with a deep rumble in his chest.

You took deep breaths and willed your body to relax. You were just so excited, you didn’t know how you were still conscious. You relaxed enough for him to keep sliding in deeper. You jerked and moaned as he kissed your cervix. You grunted and groaned, a delicious burn working its way around the edges of your pussy.

Fully seated, he stopped and let you adjust around him. He didn’t wait long to pull out and then slide back in, rougher. Your thighs slapped together like a thunderclap. You panted and your legs shook over his shoulders.

Your hands flew to your knees to keep them closed around him. Otherwise, your legs would drop open and he’d split you in half. On second thought…

You let your knees fall open, opening you wider. Santa grinned, looking between your bodies at where you joined. His jaw worked, gathering spit, and spat on your pussy. An inhuman glint entered his eye as he fucked it into you.

Your moans continued to get louder as he slammed roughly into you. That long dick speared you from the inside out. But he was immediately hitting your G-spot. Your moans turned feral and animalistic as you felt indescribable pleasure.

Your thighs made loud and filthy smacks the harder he clapped your pussy. You gushed on his dick and the sticky suction noise joined the symphony of filth.

“I’m-I’m-I,” you couldn’t speak.

“That’s okay. You let me worry about that. Don’t you want me to feel it?”

You nodded and blinked into his eyes. He looked down at you. “Aww, look at you letting me hit this fuckin’ raw. You been such a filthy slut this year,” he said.

“Shit,” you moaned.

“You hear how hard I’m beating this shit?” He asked.

You could only nod. He licked his lips as he looked at your bouncing breasts, barely held in check by the teddy. “Pussy talkin’ hella loud.”

“Oh my god,” you breathed. You were shaking badly now, twisting and writhing beneath him.

“Mhm, keep talkin’. Keep talkin’ to me.”

You finally let go, the orgasm wrapping a giant hand around you and squeezed the very breath from your lungs. Your mouth worked, but all you let out was a strangled, incoherent moan.

“There it is. Ou, feelin’ so fuckin’ good. You such a filthy little slut, ain’t you? Gettin’ dick from Santa this year. Let me hear that pussy screamin’ for me,” he said.

Your chest continuously caved in as you screamed with pleasure. Screamed to the heavens above that you were getting phenomenal dick that constantly emptied your head of all thoughts. You operated on pure feeling now. The deep, long strong of his dick. The slap of his thighs on yours. His groans and grunts as he watched himself disappear inside of you.

You shook violently on your way down. You pouted a bit. He didn’t cum. You stuck your bottom lip out and he grinned. He leaned down into the pushup, pressing his lips to yours. He dominated your kiss, running his tongue in a circle around your lips. Then he dived his tongue inside. You still faintly smelled yourself on his breath.

“You think I’m done with you?” His lips hovered above yours and you whined, wanting to continue kissing him. He lowered but before your lips fully connected, he leaned back. You chased his mouth but he leaned too far away.

You turned puppy dog eyes towards him and stuck out your bottom lip again. He chuckled. He bit your bottom lip and pulled. His hips still worked roughly against you, fucking into you with reckless abandon.

“You’ve been a naughty girl this year,” he began to kiss down your body. He licked certain parts of your skin, before zeroing in your nipple through your teddy. You hissed and jerked, moving away from it. He held on, getting the fabric wet with his spit.

“Not even this sweet pussy of yours can make me put you on the nice list,” he said.

“Shit,” you moaned. You threw your head back as another orgasm tugged on your core. He leaned up and licked this thumb, pressing it against your clit. You growled as your pleasure seemed to ramp higher and go further. You clutched onto his forearms, too weak to say or do anything.

Your eyes crossed while his thumb furiously worked your clit. “Get that pussy talkin’ again. I ain’t hear her the first time.”

He slipped out of you while you were still shaking from the last orgasm. “Ohhh.” your lips moaned, a desperate echo making your voice warble. Your body twitched beneath him. He just watched as you squirmed. 1

“How many orgasms does it take to get me to bust?” He asked.

His dirty words were activating a different switch in your mind. You became competitive and pathetic as you gyrated, trying to shove his dick back inside. You wanted his cum and you hated that he turned you into an animal, too fucked out to care about how you looked or what you showed him in your eyes.

He scooted back and roughly turned you over onto your knees. You flopped around, your arms too weak to help yourself. “Get up on them fuckin’ knees.”

You whined and whimpered as you slowly got into position. He pushed your thighs further apart with his knees and entered you in one deep thrust.

“Fuck! Baby! Too much!” You pushed your hand back against his broad chest. He slapped your hand away.

“Nuh-uh, move that hand,” he said.

“Too much, Daddy!” You screamed. His strokes were hitting the deepest part of you and you were screaming the national anthem for all you knew.

“Oh! I’m Daddy now?” He asked.

“Daddy, please!” You whined. You slammed your ass on his dick with his help. His hand smacked your ass with such force that you fell back from the recoil.

“Fuck! Look at that shit go,” he grunted. Your hand pushed against his body again.

“Move that fuckin’ hand, now!”

Your wails were grating on your own nerves. You moved your arm. “You know what I wanna hear if you want me to stop,” he said.

No, you didn’t want to use that word. The minute you did, he would stop and want to check in with you. You didn’t want words now. You didn’t want to reason and explain yourself. You just wanted to blow your hip out.

You gripped the sheets beneath you and held on. “Yeah, that’s right. Good girls listen to Santa,” he said.

You gripped his dick and rode him like your life depended on it. He landed a few more smacks to your ass. “Watching this ass shake, hmm, I’m ready to bust. You think this one gon’ be it?”

You drooled onto the bed as your orgasm crested once more, putting pressure on your lower belly, and gripping him tighter. You bit the blanket beneath you as you groaned. Your eyes rolled and eyelids fluttered.

“Hmm, don’t she talk so pretty,” he moaned.

He grunted as he finally spilled inside of you. Fuck, there was so much of it. You worried briefly if you wouldn’t get fucking pregnant off of this. You were meticulous about your birth control and you weren’t ovulating.

But you could believe it if you ended up pregnant off of this dick tonight. If he had some type of magic dick that got you pregnant with a single thought. He fucked his cum into you, plugging you full of it.

“Goddamn it, baby girl,” he grunted. His leg shook as the final pulse pushed into you deeper.

He retreated slowly. His cum immediately pushed out in a thick, creamy wad. You groaned as it slid down your pussy and dripped beneath you. You wouldn’t be able to look at bear rugs the same.

“Shit,” he panted. He spread your ass cheeks so that he could watch himself leak out of you.

“Might fuck around and give you some kids, baby girl. Would you like that? You want my baby?” He asked.

He rubbed your ass as he continued to watch his cum leak from your body. You probably looked like a stuffed donut.

“Nahh, not yet. I’m not done spoiling you,” he said.

You sniveled as tears ran down your cheeks. You were so full of love for this man. How he always took care of you and pampered you. You didn’t have to lift a finger when he was around. It was so intoxicating. You feared that one day you truly would let him spoil you and not give two shits.

He wiped your tears away and brought it to his lips. He moaned when he sucked your tears off. “Fuck, baby girl. You wanted some more dick, this is how you ask,” he said.

He entered you again and you cried out. You fell face forward onto the blanket, your face facing the hearth. Heat waves warmed your face instantly. The light cast long rays in your vision as it swam with tears and bliss.

Your fingers were too weak to properly hold onto the blanket. Your cheek rubbed against the damp spot from your spit.

“She got somethin’ more to say, huh?” Santa asked.

You nodded and moaned as your wails reached a new crescendo. You gripped his dick again, sucking him deep into your body.

Santa moved his left hand to palm your scalp. He flexed his fingers and pulled your hair back. His right hand smacked your ass once and then he was pushing it into your anus. “Oh shit!” You moaned.

“I’m gonna have to bring you more of these from the North Pole, baby girl,” he said.

“I bought two of every color,” you said.

His hips snapped forward as he unloaded again inside of you. Hot splashes of his cum pushed against your G-spot and you cried out, sinking onto his dick with a powerful, gut-wrenching, mind-blowing orgasm that twisted you like a pretzel and folded you like a bagel.

He lazily continued to fuck into you as he groaned and spent every ounce left in his balls. He leaned forward and bit your shoulder.

“Damn, baby, thank you,” he whispered and kissed behind your ear. You were too fucked out to respond. You just softly moaned.

He dropped a kiss to your cheek and you felt him smile against it.

“Wait till you see what I do to you on New Year’s.”

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Shoto x Reader

Mentions: Characters are aged up! Body image, Plus size reader, Drinking, NSFW, Virgin reader, cute aftercare, fluff morning,

No proof read sorry for errors

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“ You should totally go on a date with him. He sounds very nice. I’ll be there at a distance just in case you don’t want to be there anymore or something goes wrong okay.” Mina said and Momo agreed. Girls gotta help each other.

Shoto’s name on the online dating: Senju

Senju: We can meet up at weston.

(weston is a fancy restaurant)

You made very good money but you weren’t stupid rich

y/n: oh um Isn’t that too much? I’m a simple girl. Plus I don’t have that type of luxury.

Senju : You doll up and I’ll pick you up okay. Is 8pm good?

Y/n: I’ll meet you there and yes that's perfect.

Senju: Okay see you there then. I’ll be waiting. I’ll be wearing black tux with a white and red brooch.

y/n: I’ll wear a red dress then! See you later.

You were so nervous and scared. You hadn’t shown him a picture of yourself. You’re a plus size woman. That was something you’re so insecure about which is why you didn’t date at all. Even in highschool. You did have crushes here and there but when you confess to them they’d instantly reject you, not even in a feel sorry for you way. They were rude.

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They’d say things like:

“Hell no you look like a blob”

“ You’re a piggy and I don’t date such an ugly thing”

“Maybe in your next life you’ll be pretty”

“ lose a few pounds and even then maybe not.”

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“ Come on let’s get you ready! You’ll look like a princess once you’re done dressing up.” Momo said.

You wore a simple but classy red dress Momo created for you. It was short, had a slit to teasy a bit with one strap. Your make up was simple as well. Overall you looked Amazing! The girls dropped you off. You noticed a tall,handsome man with the white and red brooch that matches his hair color. You walked up to him nervously. “S-Senju or should I say Shoto ” you said. He looked down at you shocked. It wasn't that he didn’t like what he was seeing, if anything he was trying to control himself from devouring you. “ Y/n?” he replied smiling. “ Yes. It’s nice to finally meet up with you.” you said. “I lied about my name because…being one of the greatest heroes causes relationship issues.” he said walking inside with you. You were nervous about how dinner would go. “Reservation for Todoroki.” he spoke to the host. The host checked his table. “Yes sir, right this way.” you both followed the host. You were confused on why you were lead to a room with Shoto. “ The waiter will be right with you.” the host said and left, closing the door behind him. It was so beautiful. A private room. Every single detail screamed romantic and sweet. “ Is it to your liking?” Shoto asked as you sat down and he helped you tuck in your chair. “ It’s beautiful. Thank you. You’re very kind.” you replied. He sat down and started looking at the menu and so you did the same. About 20 minutes later the waiter shows up taking out his pad. “ We’ll have Cheesy Potato Croquettes as appetizers. I’ll have Lemony Salmon with potatoes and tensoba. Cold please.” Shoto said then looked over to you. “ I’ll have a lobster risotto,” you said. “ Drinks?” the waiter asked. “ Armand de Brignac Ace of Spades Demi-Sec and 1999 Andre Beaufort a Ambonnay Grand Cru Doux Rose” , Shoto said. You trusted him. He knows his champagne. After an hour you were having an amazing meal. You loved the taste of the champagnes and couldn’t get enough and so while you ate the more champagne you craved. Shoto was concerned about how much you drank. “Uh you should take it easy. It might not taste strong but it sure is.” he said. “ S’fine I’m not a lightweight. I swear.” you replied. Biggest lie. You guys had to leave through the back and since you were too drunk to speak correctly he had no other choice than to bring you to his house to spend the night.

You were at his house by 12am.

Being drunk makes you tell the truth on how you enjoyed the night and how sexy Shoto looks.

“ Did I..tell..handsome sexy so much.” you said and hiccuped. He chuckled and opened the door while holding you. “No ma’am you haven’t told me that.” he replied walking in with you. You were getting touchy. Playing with his hair and leaving a peck on his cheek. He set you down. “ Careful now, okay.” he said, locking the door. You looked around walking wobbly. As you were about to fall he caught you. He was tired of holding back and so he kissed you. You let yourself go and allowed him to have all of you. You are a virgin but you thought fuck it why not? He carried you upstairs to his room . The moment was so heated you guys quickly took your clothing off, so desperate for each other.

“ You’re so cute my baby.” Shoto said, tossing you on the bed.“ Let me claim you.” he whispered in your ear. “ Yes please.” you replied. He reached down to your pussy and played with your clit. You moaned softly. He felt all your wetness dripping onto the bed, spreading your legs further as he pressed a kiss on your pussy. Your cheeks turned red. Eating you out was heaven for him. He hummed as he sucked and slurped so sloppy.. You grinded yourself against his mouth. “Nasty girl. You’re so needy.” he slapped your pretty cunt which made you jump and close your legs. “ Obey me.” he ordered, spreading your legs. Your cunny was aching thinking about the need of being stuffed by him. “P-please. I need you inside of me.” you said with glossy eyes. Your pussy clenched around nothing. He smirked, liking the power he has over you. “ m’kay baby.” he replied, running his tip teasingly at your folds. You whimpered as he finally stuffed your tight cunny making you wince in pain. He groaned. “F-fuck.” you sniffled. He noticed how very sensitive you are.. There were tears slipping from your eyes. He eventually figured you’re a virgin and he didn’t want your first to be after a 1st date. “ I can't.. I won’t allow this to be your 1st time. It isn’t special.” he said. You nodded. “It hurts.” you cried. You never imagined it being painful then again every woman's body is different. Even after foreplay some women still aren't relaxed enough to be penetrated. He pulled out carefully. You gripped his arm. “I’m sorry. You must be upset to not receive anything” you spoke as you noticed he was staring. He left and came back with a warm wet cloth. He cleaned you up thoroughly and carefully. You did bleed a bit. “Thank you Shoto.” you spoke. He nodded and tossed the cloth in the trash can. It was definitely a night to remember. You slept comfortably cuddling with him. It felt so natural. The following morning was shocking as you woke up in his arms remembering the event of last night. “Morning y/n. I hope you slept well princess.” he said, giving you a soft kiss. You decided to let fate take over. You smiled feeling happy,“Morning Shoto. I did sleep well." you replied. He couldn't help but carry you and head to the bathroom. You giggled. He was very strong so to him you felt like a feather. "Put me down sho." He refused to obey you. "No ma'am." you pulled his hair lightly. He set you on the counter as he got the bath ready. " Ready for a warm bath?" He asked winking at you, you understood he'd be washing you. You were insecure..no man has ever seen your body, let alone worshiped it. Shoto watched you as you let the warm water surround your body. "You're very beautiful." he commented. You blushed as he started scrubbing your back. " Just so you know. You're mine. Forever." he said kissing you. Your body was trembling with happiness. "Forever." you replied. His heart was beating at a fast pace. He knew that its you he wants to date, to get married someday and have children if you wanted. He wants to raise them and watch them grow into wonderful strong people as you two grow old. He wants forever with you. He kissed you again leaning in closer. He slipped inside the tub. He was drenched as well. Thank goodness this man is stupid rich otherwise there would be water all over the ground. You both laughed, bubbles on your cheeks and foreheads. You began to wash each other up. It was relaxing and intimate.

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peoplesgraves · 1 year ago

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SUCCUBUS READER AND DRACULAURA SUCCUBUS READER AND DRACULAURA SUCCUBUS READER AND DRACULAURA

...please 🩷

Yandere Draculaura X Succubus Reader Headcanons

•Draculaura is nothing if not a hopeless romantic. She’s spent lifetimes reading romance novels and watching cheesy romantic movies. In the past she’d always imagined that she’d be the one swept off her feet, the ultimate object of love but lately thing had changed. When she pictured herself in the throes of true love she was no longer the lamb, no longer soft and sweet. Now she was the wolf, viscous and bloody In it’s pursuit of the lamb, in its pursuit of its love.

•Draculaura is always by your side always clinging to your arms and peppering you with questions. An equal mix of silly small talk and darkly serious interrogation. She wants to know everything about you and desperately wishes to be as close to you as possible. If she could merge the two of you into one being she would, whenever the two of you aren’t together she feels like half of her is gone.

•She has no boundaries when it comes to the two of you. She’ll show up at your house and pout and cry and push until you have no choice but to hole up with her for the weekend. When school breaks come up she always just includes you in her plans. Buying you a plane ticket and acting so excited that you feel too guilty to guilty not to come along with her. Don’t worry though, Draculaura is sure you’ll love the trip she has planned. After all no one knows you as well as her.

•She loves wearing your clothes. She’ll just walk into school one day wearing your shirt as if it’s totally normal. When you question her she just smiles and says she borrowed it during your last sleepover. She really didn’t think you’d mind and plus doesn’t she look so cute? She’ll make it up to you by wrapping the ribbons she typically wears around your horns or giving you her favorite nail polish. Now you’re both wearing something from the other and Draculaura couldn’t be happier about it.

•Draculaura is deceptively strong and has no qualms about carrying you around. You can whine about how you’re actually a terrifying demon and she’s too small to be carrying you through the halls but she’ll hear none of it. You’re her baby and everyone should know it. That’s not to say that she has any qualms about acting her size, pouting until you hell her get things from a high shelf or complaining her new shoes hurt so you’ll carry her for once.

•She definitely has some kind of wedding album or dream book about the two of you. She’ll plan your whole, eternal lives together in incredible detail. While the girl may have a lot of dreams and ideas for your life together she’s actually pretty open to follow your lead. As long as the two of you are together forever she doesn’t mind compromising on the rest. Sure a giant lavish wedding sounds fun but if you’d rather it be just the two of you and a few close friends then she’d be happy with that too, as long as the end Draculaura gets to put a ring in your finger.

#yandere monster high #yandere draculara #yandere Draculaura #yandere mh #yandere monster #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere cartoon #yandere vampire

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absintheandtextbooks · 5 months ago

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Ok so I haven’t posted like a proper potentially controversial deep dive here but I need to say some things about this season of Bridgerton. Before I do here are some qualifiers

1. I am not plus size but I am on the chubby end and wear typically a size large.

2. I come from a long line of people who are plus size

3. I think every comment about Nicola’s weight besides the ones she chose to make without pressure to make them are just simply not our business and pretty shitty

4. I want this to be a discussion this is not a hill I need to die on but I think peoples opinions can change and two things can be true.

Ok here we go buckle up

I was incredibly excited when I saw that the new season of Bridgerton was going to have Polin. It actually is what got me to start watching it in the first place, however I noticed a couple things with “the discourse” happening around the show.

Firstly, people were really excited to see a larger actress as a romantic lead which I agree is fantastic! The second is that these same people were very vocal about the height difference between the two of them. In fact how “tiny” she was in comparison was brought up a lot. I’m sure if this post has stumbled across your page a bunch of those did too.

Like some of the comment pieces on the above Forbes article mention, the media seems to have an allergy to “mixed weight” relationships when the woman is heavier-set or bigger in general than the man. What we talk about less is that height is also a factor. Society doesn’t just want women to be thin, it wasn’t them to be small.

I don’t mean to write about this in a “the tall girl movie from Netflix cringe way” but I think there is a nuanced discussion to be had about how we want women to take up less space and how femininity is tied to being small and delicate.

To me, a 5’ 6” ish queer person I’ve been taller than a lot of girls I’m friends with and a bunch of the men and enby or trans people I know. That, personally, has always made me feel bigger and ganglier and less feminine than the other femme presenting people I’m around. I get automatically stuck in a different category. Gaining weight, however, intensified this feeling. It feels as if I am perceived differently because of the combination of these two factors not just each on their own. Everything around us says it’s ok to be tall if you’re super thin and it’s ok (but less ok than being tall and thin) to be bigger if you’re short and dainty. It feels very conciliatory and condescending like a woman can’t take up space if she wants to be loved.

In Bridgerton, the conversations circling Nicola’s weight and height like vultures prey on this idea. It’s not acceptable just because she’s not sample size and that should be normal but because she’s little next to him even when she’s bigger. She can be a romantic lead because the man they show her to be in a relationship with is still bigger and stronger in different ways.

This also puts pressure on masc presenting people too. They need to be taller and often bigger to be accepted as “masculine or manly” which is its own problem I don’t feel as qualified to write about.

I’m sure this has its own complications for people who are non-binary or trans but I just needed to get this out there because it’s been BUGGING me.

Cheers,

Absinthe

#bridgerton #nicola coughlan #luke newton #polin #polin bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #thoughts #forbes magazine #tw weight #body image #this is just some thoughts #let’s chat about it

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tenpintsofsundrop · 2 years ago

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Decided To Break It

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

All the broken hearts that hang around here. All the sick things that make you pull out your hair. All the bad dreams, all the nightmares.

A thousand promises that never seemed to help me before...

With nothing left to think I'll probably sit around and ignore. The apathy that always leads me... And always finds a way to break me down. And that's when I Decided To Break It.

Summary:

Abby confronts your abuser, and you both come out better on the other side because of it.

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader. Childhood Friends to Lovers. Hurt and Comfort. Can be read with or without considering the canon events.

Word Count: 5,000

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Warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns, themes of abuse and abusive relationships, domestic abuse, childhood friends to lovers, hurt and comfort, mentions of canon deaths and incidents of canon violence, Abby has a self deprecating inner monologue, Abby experiencing some transphobic comments (even though she is not trans in this - angry cis men are just like that), the reader’s abusive partner is a man, the reader is described as having injuries from a physically abusive incident, the reader experiencing physical and emotional abuse from a romantic partner, the reader is saved from her abusive partner by Abby (and Manny), the reader is mentioned to be wearing Abby’s clothes - but Abby is a big muscled girl so I think plus sized girls could fit her clothes (especially if they were clothes that were big on Abby), Abby calls the reader ‘baby’, some romantic involvement between Abby and the reader (but the bulk of the focus is on Abby rescuing the reader form the abuse), technically cheating - because the reader kisses Abby while she is still involved with her abusive boyfriend, Abby murdering someone with her bare fists (technically with her fists and then smothering him with a pillow), somewhat graphic descriptions of Abby beating up the abuser, happy/hopeful ending.

A/N: Title comes from a Marianas Trench song of the same name. I have always thought of it as a very Abby song (and it's on my Abby playlist) - I think it definitely represents her following the Fireflies and then the Wolves with them feeding her blind promises that don't work out for her, and when she 'decides to break it' is when she decides to break free from the mould in order to help Lev and Yara. And in this case, the broken promises and lies are two fold - her pushing down her feelings for y/n and her seeing y/n be 'happy' with the abusive boyfriend, and when she finally snaps is when she 'decides to break it'. I like how it fits. It could also be fitting of how someone in an abusive relationship is fed lies and empty promises and it's difficult to break away from that.

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Abby had always liked you - she always loved you, even if she claimed over and over again, wasted her breath telling people that it was strictly the type of love reserved for a friend.

But she refused to admit the true nature of those feelings to herself. She refused to call it love, or romance, or affection. Maybe because she didn’t even realize that’s what it was in her own mind. But she definitely had a childhood crush on you that blossomed into something else along the way.

You were someone that Abby’s dad was always fond of when you lived with the Fireflies at Saint Mary’s hospital. And though you weren’t studying to become a medic, Jerry always pushed Abby to hang around you more because you were sweet, good natured, and bookish, and he always thought you were a very good influence on her.

It was something that led the two of you to become fast friends. When the two of you were still so young and the world was still so small, you were each other’s biggest priority in it.

Abby often mourned for those days like winter days mourn for summer. But she could never imagine how the two of you might get back that kind of closeness.

Living at the WLF, you unintentionally drifted away from Abby.

The Salt Lake Crew was always close, especially after making the treacherous journey from Salt Lake to Seattle with nothing more than a tiny glimmer of hope for their safety after the bloody massacre at Saint Mary’s.

Abby protected you the whole way, made sure you never had to carry a gun, would have thrown down her life to save yours at any moment during the journey - especially when she was stuck in such deep depression after her father’s death. In a lot of ways, you kept her alive during those days. You kept her spirit alive, made sure she held onto the good memories of her father instead of throwing herself headfirst into the darkness.

But when everyone integrated into the WLF, things changed. It was a very rapid shift from the group spending 24/7 together, watching each other’s backs, to everyone having different jobs based on their skills and having colliding schedules that caused them to part and spend less and less time around each other.

Manny and Abby were the ones who ended up staying the closest - ironically, even closer than the romantic couples of Mel and Owen, and Leah and Jordan. Mostly likely because they roomed together, and they often patrolled together.

Abby was always regretful of the fact that she didn’t get to see you more often.

Whenever Abby saw you around, in the cafeteria or during the rare occasions when the old crew could work their schedules to get together (usually using someone’s birthday or another celebration as an excuse) she mourned the fact that the two of you were drifting apart. It seemed like the two of you were becoming more like strangers as the days went on.

You had taken a job as a dog trainer, wrangling the many pups that the WLF raised and kept on hand, so Abby saw you most often in passing if she was checking out one of the dogs for patrol.

She often found herself with a pang of yearning in her chest if she saw you cooing sweetly at the pups, petting them, knowing that they could tear out the throats of enemies with their teeth but cuddling with them and calling them ‘baby’ in the same breath.

(Deep down, she was reminded of herself - how she felt rough and horrible and she often felt unlovable, but she thought someone as soft and sweet as you could still love her. She hoped that you would.)

Very often during their conversations, Manny insisted that Abby had a crush on you. He said that she always had and that he had seen it for years, and Abby was being dumb not to pursue her feelings for you. These conversations usually ended with Abby rolling her eyes and pointing the finger back to his love life, asking why he didn’t just settle down with one of the many nice girls who frequented his bed.

The topic came up so often between them, but it was something that Abby tried not to think about. The two of you dating. The two of you being anything more than friends. It felt so fictional. Often when Manny spoke about it, it felt like a joke in her ears.

It was something that was latent in her mind until she saw you with him.

He was some random scumbag - some new trainee who had come in from a settlement outside the city that Isaac had broken up. He had allowed some of their people in (“strength in numbers” he always said). But seeing you with him, Abby gave less of a shit about where the guy came from, and started thinking about where he was heading to and how quickly she could get him away from you.

Seeing the way you looked at him, with stars in your eyes, entirely lovestruck, while he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear - it just made Abby nauseous.

Abby had been working with some of the new recruits. Fucking morons. Isaac had asked her to whip them into shape, her experience and skill vs their idiocy.

It was the only reason she knew the guy. It was the only reason she could pick out his stupid face among the seemingly endless sea of people at the WLF.

She remembered this idiot specifically. He had made sure of that. He was too cocky, but didn’t know his way around a gun. When he had gotten his hands on one of the semi-automatics, he got trigger happy and put several bullet holes in one of the concrete walls. He would have blown away half the squad if his dumbass had been two inches in the other direction.

When Abby had snatched the weapon out of his hand and began reprimanding him about gun safety, he had gotten in her face and called her a ‘meathead’ and made some rude comments about her possibly having a dick. Clearly, he was intimidated by her size. She let him be.

(And yeah, she did have a dick. In a box under her bed. One that the girls she and Manny shared around often joked was better than the real thing.)

It was immediately clear to Abby that you didn’t have a clue what the guy was really like. You wouldn’t have any interest in him if you knew what he was like in the field, if you knew how he had spoken to some of your friends.

You kissed him sweetly on the mouth before you parted ways. Clearly completely unaware that Abby was watching with rage boiling inside of her veins. It was only when Abby looked at the crushed water bottle in her hand that she realized why her shoes were wet - unconsciously, she had been imagining that it was his head.

Manny chalked up her hatred of your new boyfriend to jealousy. And maybe it was. She had no other reasons to hate the guy. No good ones, anyway. Incompetency aside, he learned fast and got over his major flaws, and he quickly learned to only trash talk Abby behind her back so that she couldn’t take any real complaints about him to Isaac.

When you brought him to Jordan’s birthday party and introduced him to the rest of the group as your boyfriend, they all seemed happy for you.

They didn’t suspect anything when he glared at you with absolute fire in his eyes as you joked around with Owen - someone you thought of as a brother. The cause of a very funny story (that the group still brought up often) when you ate literal dirt rather than kissing him during a game of truth or dare when you were all teenagers.

Unfortunately, Abby didn’t have any evidence to back up her horrible gut feeling when you and your ‘new boo’ disappeared from the party so suddenly. When she had asked Nora, apparently you left because you were complaining about being tired.

Over the next few weeks, Abby watched you fade away from a distance.

Your glowing smile became a dull, fake one. Whenever she saw you, you avoided her gaze. And the rare times when you would look her in the eye, she could see you crying out for help from within.

She thought she was being paranoid. She thought it was her pure spite of the man you were dating - some jealousy, a childhood crush bubbling over, the fact that she hadn’t gotten to you first. The fact that she hadn’t been brave enough to confess her feelings to you that she hadn’t even admitted to herself.

She wanted to believe that you were fine, that you were thriving and happy in your new relationship, before she let herself think that you were actually being hurt by someone who claimed to love you.

Until one night when she was alerted by a knock on her door.

She and Manny had just come back from a thirty hour patrol shift, and he was already dead asleep. Abby had just gotten out of the shower, combing through her long, wet tendrils as a characteristic Seattle storm thundered outside.

She rushed to put on a tee shirt along with her form fitting boxer briefs to look decent. Even though the only light in the small apartment was currently the flashes of lightning from outside as she walked across to the door. She thought perhaps she had imagined it, the sound of knuckles, the sound of someone trying to grab her attention. It would have been easy to mistake. The thunder rumbling and the rain pounding on the windows was certainly distracting.

Nonetheless, she opened the door to check if her mind was really that far gone after such a long shift.

She gave a small smile when she saw you standing there. Usually you didn’t take time out of your busy schedule to come and see her.

But when the next flash of lighting came, and fully illuminated you where you stood in the hallway, it made Abby’s gut curl with a unique sickness. The look of pure fear in your eyes, the swelling of purple around one of them, the distinct marking around your neck that looked like fucking handprints, marks of thumbs attempting to press into your windpipe.

Abby felt the rage of god and intense pity, mourning and regret, her love for you swell up inside of her all at once.

“Y/N.”

She said your name in a voice so gently, a timid kindness that you hadn’t been treated with in weeks - it instantly broke you.

You broke down in sobs, muttering out ‘I’m sorry to bother you’ - but Abby didn’t let you get out a moment of apologetic self pity before she swept you up into her arms, pressing the uninjured side of your face against her chest as she ushered you into the apartment and closed the door behind you.

You clutched onto her like a lifeline when stranded at sea, balling your knuckles into the fabric of her shirt as she put her strong arms around your quivering body, cradling you. She had a heavy suspicion as to what had happened to you, but she was going to wait for you to point at the suspect before she went spinning out of control.

The commotion - the echo of your cries - easily woke up Manny, and you began to profusely apologize before he trampled over this with his worry for you. He instantly reminded you of the big brother figure who used to slide you his pudding cups before he went to arms training while living at Saint Mary’s.

He made you a cup of tea while Abby sat you down on the edge of her bed, cradling you against her chest and waiting for you to calm down.

When Manny saw the marks on you, he exchanged a look with Abby. He knew that whoever had harmed you would soon be experiencing infinitely more wrath than they ever thought to bring upon you.

Eventually, your sobs calmed enough for you to explain the situation to them.

Just as Abby suspected, you ended up telling her a long tale about how this once dreamy boyfriend had turned into a monster; he had shed his skin and shown another face, and he had been abusing you for a few weeks now, hurting you in the worst ways, right under everyone’s noses.

Abby felt a stinging type of guilt splash up into her throat, and she had a feeling that she was never going to forgive herself for letting you be around that man.

It had started at Jordan’s birthday party. That night, he had accused you of sleeping with Owen behind his back, and you had nearly scorched your throat trying to explain to him that Owen was your long-time friend, more like a brother to you. But that had only ended with you having a busted lip for ‘lying’ to him.

And things had only gone downhill from there.

The most recent incident being him coming home from a patrol to find that the dishes in your now shared apartment weren’t done, and he had called you a sloppy, lazy pig. The ensuing fight had ended with him nearly strangling you to death until you broke one of those dirty plates over his head.

Abby pulsed with anger, and when she went for the door, Manny stopped her.

He nodded toward where you were still sitting on her bed, your body still visibly shaking as you stared at the floor with a completely blank look. Thunder rolled outside and the loud sound caused your entire body to jolt, and more tears rolled down your cheeks.

Abby’s insides ached for you. She felt guilty for not following her gut feelings sooner, for not trying to help you sooner.

“Abs, she needs you right now.” Manny told her. “I want that pendejo dead as much as you do.” He grunted these words with intense furocity, anger, passion. He needed to protect you as badly as she did.

Abby almost tempted him. She wanted to encourage the bad side that she knew he had. She wanted that fucking prick’s throat under her hands, struggling for breath right now.

“But tonight��” Manny continued, putting a hand on Abby’s shoulder, pulling her from the murderous revere that he knew she was disappearing into. “She needs a safe place to fall. Tomorrow, we can go to his place with a body bag and a shovel.”

Unfortunately, he was right.

So, as much as she wanted to charge out the door and bring the wrath of god to the man who had hurt you - instead, she got you to drink the rest of the tea, and then she got you something oversized and comfortable to wear.

She put you on the inside of the bed, closer to the wall to help you feel safe.

Abby stared up at the bottom of the bunk, cursing herself for not trusting her instincts, listening to your sniffling cries. She was entirely surprised when you spoke.

“I’m sorry.” You said, once again attempting to apologize for ‘imposing’ yourself on Abby and Manny in your time of need. As if you weren’t supposed to lean on good friends. As if these friendships weren’t founded on needing each other. “I shouldn’t be bothering you like this, I-”

You moved to climb around Abby, moved to get out of the bed, and Abby stopped you with a gentle hand on your waist. You froze on the spot, your body half pressed against hers. She tried to ignore the tingles it sent through her, feeling you pressed up against her so close. You were vulnerable. You didn’t need her and her stupid feelings making things so messy.

“Are you seriously going back to him?” Abby asked, her throat nearly stripped raw with rage.

You let out a quiet whimper, and She wanted to kick herself. Of course you thought her anger was misdirected at you.

“I’m sorry.” She doubled back, entirely quiet now. She reached up, gently cupping the back of your head, trying to soothe you. “I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant, I’m sorry-”

“It’s all my fucking fault.” You sobbed, dissolving into more harsh cries. “I should just listen better. I can be better, I can be better, I know, I just-”

“No.” Abby growled, now entirely insulted by the idea that you would ever think it was your fault. Even if you swung first, no one ever had permission to hit you. Not on an earth where Abby was breathing. If anybody ever laid their hands on you, no matter their stupid reasons, they deserved to have it come back on them twice as harsh. “It’s not your fucking fault. Not a chance, baby.”

‘Baby’ - the word slipped from her lips before she could stop it, and at first she hoped that you wouldn’t hear it over your own chest shaking cries.

But it seemed to soothe you. In a moment, your sobs quieted down, and you melted into her, your body going lax against hers, laying on top of her in a way that she had quite literally only dreamed of.

“Abby-?” You croaked out, not daring to ask if your ears had been mistaken.

“You deserve so much better than that.” Abby replied, her voice quaking with passion and the intense purity of her declaration. “So much better than whatever that fucking asshole has been giving you.”

You lifted your head from where it had fallen on her shoulder then. Your eyes were glassy with tears, the one still swollen and bruised from where he had hit you, possibly worse now as the injury truly set in. Abby reached over and grazed a thumb oh-so-lightly over the ring of the bruise, cursing it for existing in her mind. You bored into her soul as you stared her down, looking for any trace in her eyes that what she was saying was a feigned comfort, rather than her undeniable truth.

“Like you?” You posed, the words so quiet on your lips that the breath barely escaped.

It was a fantasy. It was a far-off dream.

But still - Abby put a hand on the back of your neck and pulled you into a gentle, entirely sweet kiss. It was a promise. She was never going to let anyone hurt you again.

In those moments, laying in her bed in the dark, it felt more like a dream. She was too perfect. It couldn’t be real.

When you pulled back from the kiss, your gentle breaths puffing across her now wet lips, the words got caught in her chest.

‘I’m going to kill him.’

That’s truly what she wanted to say to you. In her mind it was a comforting promise, but she knew that to you, it would sound much more like a foreboding threat.

She chose something else instead.

“It’s okay.” She told you quietly. “Go to sleep now.”

You nodded lightly, and relaxed against Abby once more, tucking your face into her neck. She felt comforted by feeling your gentle breathing against her skin. You fell asleep curled up tight to her body, clutching fistfuls of the blanket and her shirt as the anxiety crept back in while you slept. Abby continued to fitfully go over it all in her mind, wondering how she could have let this happen to you.

Sometime that night, she did fall asleep (likely from the pure exhaustion of a thirty hour tour). When she woke up - you were gone. Somehow, you had sunk around her sleeping body and disappeared.

The mind games of your abuser were in full effect; the things he had said to you dancing around inside your head. Even though Abby and Manny didn’t know it, you were on your way to apologize to him for supposedly starting the previous night’s argument.

Both your friends were struck with worry, and they dressed quickly in order to search for you.

They thought the best game plan would be to head to the cafeteria, to start asking around to find out if anyone had seen you. Abby was surprised when she got to the cafeteria and easily spotted you among the faces.

She found that rage boiling in her stomach once again when she saw that you were talking to him.

It was a feeling that quickly turned blinding when the word ‘whore’ was thrown at you.

Apparently he believed that because you wearing one of Abby’s shirts (the clothing you had slept in and kept on) it meant you had fucked her, and you were cheating on him yet again. It was a grand conspiracy, because you had never cheated on him with anyone before. (Other than when you had kissed Abby, seeking comfort the night before.)

But all of that was a mere blur at the back of Abby’s mind.

She felt herself snap when you moved to walk away from him and he grabbed your wrist with an abrasive roughness, jerking you back toward him.

Without hesitation - without even considering any earthly consequences, Abby charged toward him. When you saw her large, intimidating form appear behind him, your eyes lit up like a deer in headlights, but he didn’t seem to notice her coming. That would be his demise. He was too hellbent on torturing you to pick up on anything else.

It gave Abby the perfect opportunity.

She grabbed the back of his collar and lined up a punch. The impact to his nose caused him to drop the grip on your wrist, and you cupped your hands over your face to muffle a gasp as you watched the fountain of blood spatter out from the hit. He screamed out, starting on some kind of protest, but Abby landed another hit on his jaw with a curled fist. This sent him hurtling toward the floor, landing flat like a starfish on his back, only semi-conscious at this point.

She had gathered the attention of everyone in the room by now; random strangers who stared with shock and awe as she stepped toward him and put a knee in the middle of his chest. Some people began to cheer at the very one-sided brawl as Abby continued to brutalize the man, pummeling his face with her fists, completely fuelled by her intense rage, intent on punishing him for even thinking about hurting you.

You yelled a protest, and moved toward her, wanting to stop the violence. But immediately Manny thought better of anyone getting between Abby and her target, especially in this state of intense blinding rage, so he caught you by the shoulders and held you back. He simply let you collapse into his chest and cry as Abby continued to bruise her knuckles on the man’s stupid face.

Owen was the only one brave enough to push through the crowd, grabbing Abby’s elbow and screaming her name. He dared to pull her off the unconscious, nearly dead man as she continued to pant like a raging bull.

Abby didn’t even have time to bandage her knuckles before news of the incident got back to Isaac. And then you, her, Manny, and Owen got called up to his office at the FOB to explain why one of the newbies was in a coma after being beaten half to death in the middle of the cafeteria. On her way to the trucks, Abby caught Nora by the elbow and tried to convince the medic to smother your ‘boyfriend’ with a pillow. Nora said she would if she could get a moment alone in his room in the medbay. Naturally, she trusted Abby’s judgment enough to know the guy was a scumbag without having to ask why.

Abby was the first one to be called into Isaac’s office while you sat in a chair in the hallway. You were still crying hysterically; upset that it had come to such intense violence, shocked that you had witnessed something so bloody, and terrified that Abby was now going to get in trouble with Isaac because of you.

Manny and Owen waited with you; Owen trying to get the full story out of you and Manny sheltering you, trying to get Owen to lay off his questioning, seeing as you were still sensitive and shaken from almost being murdered the night before.

When Abby sat in the chair across from Isaac, she crossed her arms and slouched, spreading her legs wide, her jaw still absolutely tight with anger. She made no effort to hide her bloodied knuckles.

Isaac cleared his throat loudly before he spoke.

“Now I know, if you tried to kill that man, you had a damn good reason to.” He said, giving Abby the benefit of the doubt. “What did he do?”

“He knows what he did.” Abby huffed out, almost too angered to think about it without spiraling out into another rage fit.

Isaac glared at her, obviously wanted a better explanation than that.

“If he’s unfortunate enough to wake up, you can ask him about it.” She gritted through her teeth.

Isaac sighed hard. “Now, that’s not very helpful, Abby.”

Hatred churned in Abby’s chest. She hated having to speak it aloud, but she supposed it was necessary. She hated that Issac was putting you through this, rather than simply believing that Abby knew what justice was when she saw it.

“He tried to kill Y/N.” Abby said, hot, rage-fuelled tears gripping at her throat. “He’s been abusing her.”

Isaac did need to confirm the story with you, and you insisted that Abby sit in the room with you while you talked to him. Isaac was someone you found vastly intimidating because you rarely had to deal with him.

Abby stood behind your chair with a comforting hand on your shoulder while you spelled out the entire thing, Isaac listening quietly - the bruises on you were more than enough proof for him, and he had Manny come to collect you and get you some water and some tissues while he told Abby how the whole thing should be taken care of.

“When you get back, tell Nora to pull back the young man’s medical care. I don’t need him wasting resources.” Isaac instructed, firm and simple.

He was a practical man, and Abby admired that.

“If he somehow miraculously pulls through, we’ll... deal with him then.” Isaac continued. Abby nodded. “Next time something like this happens, deal with it more privately. Shooting a rabid dog in public frightens people. You know I trust your judgment on these matters, but… I don’t need others questioning you.”

“Yes sir.” Abby quickly agreed.

They took you back home and Manny took you back to their apartment to help you get settled, saying something about ‘right way to cook eggs’ as he took you down the hallway. Abby knew he would keep you distracted while she took care of business. She then visited the medbay to give Nora that note about ‘withdrawing’ the scumbag’s medical care. Which in reality, just meant that Nora guarded the door while Abby smothered the guy with a pillow, not to take any chances.

Over the next few weeks, Abby made sure that you would be safe. She moved you into her and Manny’s apartment, ensuring you would be close by to start you on a road to better healing, and even though it was tough - things did go up from there.

You found it easier to heal and get back to being your old self while being close by to your friends, and if you realized the feelings you’d had for Abby the whole time - that was just a bonus.

It was something you reflected on one morning as you tossed a tennis ball to one of the dogs. You weren’t expecting Abby to come by - you didn’t think she would be collecting a dog, you didn’t think she had a patrol that day.

“Are you checking someone out?” You asked, reaching down again to grab the tennis ball from Bear’s mouth when he brought it back to you. You took a moment to pet him, scrubbing behind his ears as he gratefully leaned into the touch.

“It’s my day off.” She reminded you. “I just wanted to come check up on you.”

You gave a grin at this. Even if you hated what that man had done to you, done your mind and your life - you did like how it was bringing you and Abby closer together again.

“This is the easy part of my day.” You told her, looking down at Bear with fondness. “If you treat them right, they never bite you back.”

Abby’s expression faltered from lightness, just for a moment. She knew it had a double meaning. You still believed that the whole thing had somehow been your fault.

She gently reached out and took the tennis ball from your hand, tossing it far to the other end of the fenced in yard, causing Bear to run after it. It was a temporary distraction away from the dog so that you would have to face her.

Abby knelt down beside you, where you had been crouching at Bear’s level, and cupped your face very timidly in her hand. You leaned into the touch, now locked in her precious gaze as she gathered the right words for you.

“You are a good person, Y/N.” Abby told you firmly. “You deserve nothing but goodness in return. And anybody who treats you with anything less than kindness is someone who has evil in their heart. And they deserve to suffer because of it.”

Tears clouded your eyes at the pure sincerity of her words.

“Abby-” You croaked.

Before you could get caught up in possibly arguing with her, Bear came barreling back, and dropping the ball in your lap once again. He then licked a large stripe up the side of your face, and you dissolved into laughter because of it.

Abby wanted to get used to hearing that sound.

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Final note: yes, I used to be @/pinkchubbiebunnie. Yes, this a post from my old blog (slightly cleaned up and edited). Please do not accusing me of plagiarising fics if you see this, because this is my own fic. This is my new blog. Feel free to follow me if you're interested in my fanfiction and thoughtful discussions of the media that I enjoy.

#sundrop writes #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby tlou x reader #abby the last of us #the last of us #tlou #tlou x reader #tlou x you #tlou x y/n

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man--eater · 25 days ago

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I am VERY excited for your Halloween Special! Have you drawn any inspiration from your life whether platonic/romantic/ or familial for any of your iterations of Daphne? Btw I Love her! She’s so dang cute, and STRONG

Ahhhhh thank you so much!!! I am excited to share it, I hope people like it!

This is a great question that I had to mull over a little. There are certainly parts of myself in Daphne, but a lot of her grew out of herself while I was writing and getting to know her. There are three areas in my life that definitely affected Daphne (for all iterations except the Goetia arranged marriage AU, where her background is different). The first is my extremely religious upbringing (fundamentalist Baptist school from kindergarten thru high school graduation 🙃) that I broke free of in my teens, but the scars from it still affect me today. As a girl, I was taught that my body was inherently sinful and dirty, and that it was my job to dress modestly so as not to tempt other students or their brothers and fathers (this started when I was 12 btw). If I tempted them to look at me with lust just by existing, or cause them to do anything worse than that, it was my fault and my sin, not theirs. It didn't help that I got chubby the second I hit puberty, so I had big boobs before my classmates. This really fucked up my relationship with my body and my sexuality. I felt the need to hide myself under loose, oversized clothes, like I had to spare other people from looking at my fat body. I'm still unpacking it decades later but I'm in a much better place, and I don't mind talking about it because I know I'm not the only one who had experiences like that. So Daphne became a Puritan, complete with religious baggage, because Puritans were revered in my curriculum and their ideals were part of my daily life hundreds of years after they lived.

The second thing is, I gave Daph a shitty ex-husband because I have one that I am so glad to be rid of. Alas, I did not eat him. I bet he would have tasted terrible anyway.

The third thing is, she's plus-size (like me) because I make 90% of my OCs plus-size out of pure spite! It's still very rare to see fat female characters in any media--including fan works--that aren't just the comic relief or someone's mom. A fat woman as a romantic lead is rarer still. And by fat I mean rolls, cellulite, stretch marks, a belly, upper arm fat, etc. None of that 'slap some big tits and hips/thighs on a skinny character and call her plus-size' bullshit. I've never been able to look at a lead character in a romance and see myself in them before, and I think that's really shitty. So I'm trying to do my little part to change that.

I'm so happy to hear you love Daphne!! She IS stronk, especially with her raptorial claws. I love her so much, despite all the Situations I keep putting her in. And I love that she can go toe to toe with Alastor, and choose which of his excesses to indulge and which ones not to tolerate. Stinky deer boy's got it BAD 🥰

#anon asks #hazbin hotel oc #alastor x oc #oc: daphne #radioflower #sorry for the essay #i tried to keep it brief 😂#thanks so much for the ask 💜#plus size oc #body acceptance #religious trauma #sorry for the frankness but i think the fear of talking about this kind of stuff is part of what keeps it in the dark

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1bringthesun · 2 years ago

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have any of you read “Dancing Girl?” gosh, it just made me sad. Mori Ougai is a really good author haha, hahaha. hah… h-

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yeah i’m relating this to bsd! Mori. BITE ME!! ahem. so in this essay i will be talking about Elise and Mori’s relationship. i’ve already established i don’t see her as his “wife” or the object of his sexual desires, and i’ve also mentioned i like the “Elise is his daughter,” way of seeing things, however … well, there’s more than just that.

1) Elise represents his inner child

2) Elise preserves the memory of a dead lover and is his “partner”

3) Elise is a child-figure to him

those numbers will be reused in that order to mean the same thing later, but first, background and “Dancing Girl!”

so i think that, within the definition of his and Elise’s relationship, Mori embodies Toyotarou from “Dancing Girl” more than Kanei from “Vita Sexualis” (i think i learned which type of media went in italics and which sort in quotes some time in third grade, but it’s been entirely too long and therefore i’ve forgotten all of it and you’ll have to excuse my poor grammar if im messing it up). why, you may ask? well, first of all, Elise is literally from that novel. second of all, i’ve just skimmed vita sexualis (- an asexual) while “Dancing Girl” managed to catch my attention a lot more. plus, Mori was one of the characters that Asagiri explicitly stated he wanted to add in, and we all know just how evil Asagiri Kafka can be when he feels like it.

… why is the space so long ? why are these spaces different sizes?? this is really bugging me … but whatever, i’ll try my best to ignore it … (nevermind it looks perfectly normal when i post it i guess it’s just a. draft thing)

ahem, so, in “Dark Era,” Mori basically goes “damn Dazai you’re suicidal as hell! you remind me of myself hahah!” and i feel like that’s pretty concrete evidence Mori Did Not have a happy childhood (i mean, duh, considering he was trigger-happy to friendly fire as an important military man at 20 some years old) and was likely suicidal in the past too, to some extent. in that sense, the chains that tie Dazai down, if they’re Odasaku’s last words, are the Port Mafia for Mori. he cannot die as long as he’s sane and capable of leading the PM, because he’s basically the very embodiment of it.

⚠️SPOILERS FOR “DANCING GIRL!”⚠️

alright, onto “Dancing Girl.” i’ll give you a quick rundown. it’s basically about this college dude (25 or so) (haha that reminds me of the, “am i the asshole?” posts. i (M26) just fell in love with a girl (F18) of whom i’ve known since she was a minor and i was still an adult. i got her pregnant by some time after she became of-age, then i left her to pursue my career. am i the asshole?) (godamn it tai you just spoiled the whole novel) (i’ll put a spoiler warning up somewhere in the beginning) (bear with me) with depression who falls in love with a… looks at the parenthesis and sighs deeply.

he doesn’t see any point in anything because his life was just a glorified projection of his mother and school’s desires, so he starts being a little more hedonistic and learning about the arts instead of becoming a lawyer like they wanted him to. he meets Elise (her name) and basically immediately feels attracted to her in some way he can’t put into words (she’s 17ish when they meet btw) and starts teaching her things and basically acting like a sponsor to her. they don’t start getting romantic and/or sexual until some unsaid period of time passes. now i personally choose to interpret this as her turning 18 before they do all that stuff, but since it never explicitly says, well… yeah. Toyotarou is used to living his life in a cushy-ish manner as a child prodigy and what have you, but he eventually gives that away to live with Elise. that being said, his “giving it away” was less of a choice to be with her and more of a digression from a perfect machine into a person with his own stunted feelings.

she makes him satisfied, and he makes her very deeply happy, but eventually he chooses his career over her and she goes crazy because of how betrayed she feels- she really deeply loved him, after all. he pays her mother enough to keep her afloat and to take care of the baby he left in her stomach, and went back to Japan without another word. Toyotarou! you bastard!! (it’s not like he was without remorse, though)

anyway back to the numbers.

1) Mori’s past is pure speculation, but he was a military doctor ranked quite high as a very young man, one that didn’t hesitate to shoot someone on his own side no less (like i said) so it’s probably a given he didn’t have a stress-free childhood. this is an excerpt from “Dancing Girl,” in which i think explains the possibility that Elise represents the angry child inside of Mori that he never got to let out as a real child.

2) given what i said above, this also feels pretty self-explanatory. we basically only know two things about Mori, that he would do anything for the greater good (which is usually the PM/yokohama), and that he longs for a “partner” who will understand and not leave him. it’s possible Fukuzawa filled that role for a while, but Mori is a little unhinged and did some bad things out of obsession, which severed their ties because of Fukuzawa’s innate nature. Mori has called Elise his partner (tsuma, AKA person who stays by my side) (i know nobody says tsuma and means it that way but considering “Yatsugare san” exists (yes i’m looking straight at you, AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE), i wouldn’t put it past Asagiri to use tsuma in that manner) before and acts dramatic as all hell when she dies. it’s almost like … someone called Elise really DID die before?

3) this requires the least explanation. we already know Mori likes children in a non-pedo way, shown by things like how he helped Atsushi gather his courage in Anne’s room (which did nothing for him, btw) and his profession in the beast AU. but what sort of mafia don has a cute daughter?? that’s like ASKING for her to be killed. so Elise, the product of Vita Sexualis, is the next best thing he can have!

Elise also is a lot like the Toyotarou, while Mori acts more like Elise when they’re together. it’s just something i noticed watching the two interact in BSD and DG. the whole idea of having no autonomy is kinda Elise’s (BSD) thing, isn’t it?

my phone is now 20% and i have no charger. i have probably 69 viruses and also since i have apps like tiktok, wechat, and discord… you can imagine how much this poor device suffers, but i regret nothing. yahoo! hope you enjoyed my rant~

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #dancing girl #a german dancing girl specifically named Elise #bsd elise #bsd mori #mori ougai #Mori Elise #can i call her Mori Elise?? i mean she’s basically his daughter anyway so #Mori and Elise #toyotarou #god they make me sad #Mori is so traumatized and so babygirl #not all would understand #anyway i’m getting carried away even in the hashtags.. is this who we are???#AH MY PHONE IS AT 5% WHAT THE HELL.#okay i’m posting it now i hope this gets some attention because otherwise i might go crazy /j

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yourmistresskristina · 2 years ago

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Hiiiii !! A different anon but i wanted to chime in on the plus size sub question! I think from my personal experience as a plus size sub who grew up bigger and never received any romantic or sexual interest that it sometimes translates into sex and we (not to speak for all just as a big over-generalization!) just want someone to want us and are willing to do anything for it! And not in like a sad way either! Like i personally just want people to be happy!! So they can use me however they like and that makes me happy too. Plus most of my sexual development was spent alone and explored only through fantasies which could maaaaybe lead to the kinkier side too. Like i definitely have one lol. I know this is a really condensed explanation (i could write a whole essay) and definitely isn’t the case for everyone but i just wanted to maybe help understand one perspective a little more!! But we are like really fun and hot and deserve more appreciation 😌

Plus sized girls are sexy and slept on, to be honest

Thank you for sharing your perspective :)

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yuisdad · 1 year ago

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The Women Love Women Phobia in Otome games and fandom

You ever find yourself reading a summary for an otome game that you either can’t get overseas or are looking to see if you’re interested in buying said game? Does this particular game have a route where the MC can date another girl? If it happens to have one, then you might see opinions on said summaries saying “I wish it was a best friend/platonic route”, and that’s if you’re lucky to not find a game summary that doesn’t skip the wlw route entirely.

This has thankfully died down, but in the early to mid 2010’s, you’d usually see these opinions floating around, especially when it came to console otome games. Now, there are some otome game fans who don’t like wlw romance in their games (or lgbt+ romance it seems), which isn’t inherently bad, but it’s still weird how they go out of their way to say they don’t like wlw routes in otome games and wish they were platonic routes instead…which is essentially a variation of people who don’t like lgbt+ romances saying “Why can’t they stay platonic? Not everything has to be romance”. But it’s even worse when otome game fans say this rhetoric because they’re playing a ROMANCE GAME!

There is also a double standard at play since some players don’t like wlw routes…yet are fine with incest (“as long as they’re not blood-related” or whatever bs), teacher x student romances, concerning age gaps, etc, simply because they find the male love interest attractive.

There are also players who are not attracted to women, so they don’t play wlw routes…But even that doesn’t hold much water considering that you don’t need to find someone physically attractive in order to enjoy a romance, which now makes me concerned how adult players view high school love interests if they’re basing likability off of attractiveness…

This wlw phobia is also in a few otome games themselves. One example that comes to mind is Gekka Ryouran Romance, where they have a girl as a love interest since all of their routes have a forbidden romance theme…even though same sex relationships aren’t and will never be forbidden. (Oh boy, can you tell this game was made by Rejet?) Hamefura, All Routes Lead To Doom is a harem isekai anime set in an otome game where the original MC and two female friends explicitly fall in love with the protagonist, Catarina. When it got adapted into an otome game by Otomate, they not only have no routes, but any romantic attraction they had for Catarina was written out of the story. The game came out in 2022…

However, there are otome games with genuinely good wlw routes, especially in mobile otome. My awesome mutual, @lolotheparagon, has played these mobile games and has more knowledge on them then I do, but from what I’ve seen, they’re pretty well written and are given the same attention and good writing as other male routes. Some of them have marriage ends, so the ladies are winning in that department!

Validate is a recent game that not only has a ton of lgbt+ romance, but has very good POC and plus size rep. There’s also an obcure otome game called IDEA Sensen Fukoku Hen, which not only has two wlw routes and I believe a nonbinary route, but the two male love interests have the option to date each other, which is something I haven’t seen in an otome game AT ALL. Although, considering how the company writes mlm relationships, I’m a little afraid about how good the lgbt+ rep in IDEA is.

If anyone has any wlw routes they’d like to share, or just thoughts about wlw routes in otome games in general, then feel free to add to this post.

#otome game #otome games #visual novel #wlw #lgbtqia

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scentedsstuff · 9 months ago

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The Love Con

By Seressia Glass

Rating: 1/5⭐️

DNF at 60%

I wanted to give the romance genre a try, I really did, but somehow I came out of this perhaps even more sure that romance isn't the genre for me, and possibly never will be.

*Quick disclaimer/heads up: This book does have spicy/steamy scenes

Quick Plot Summary:

The Love Con finds our main character Kenya as a contestant on the reality cosplay competition show ‘Cosplay or No Way.’

She’s made it to the finals and is one challenge away from not only establishing herself in this industry but also proving to her parents that this was the right choice for her, that she could do this.

The next challenge is unlike the rest, it’s a duo challenge. When faced with the reality of the challenge Kenya names her long time best friend Cameron as her partner, which is no shock to Cam, the real surprise comes when Kenya announces on live TV that Cam just so happens to be both her best friend and boyfriend to the shock of both everyone they know as well as Cam himself.

What follows is a story which dives into the more technical side of cosplay, the pressures of both societal and familial expectations, the micro-aggressions faced by a woman who is both black and plus sized as well as the complications of falling in love with your best friend.

Thoughts:

I can see how this might appeal to fans of the romance genre, especially those looking for more modern and diverse stories. It’s packed with romance, romantic tropes, pop culture references and all the cheesiness to go along with it, but me personally, I couldn’t get into any of it.

However, not all was lost so let’s start with what I did like about the book:

1) The Dual POV.

If you’ve got dual POV in a book that is immediately one thing I like about the book already. I enjoy getting to see a situation from both perspectives and in this case it’s getting to see how their relationship develops.

2) The exploration of what it’s like to want to pursue an artistic career especially when you're family aren't as supportive

I get this, I understand the feeling of not wanting to voice your interest in more artistic fields especially when your parents only see value in anything but that. I appreciated getting to see this explored in the book, especially through the main character.

3) The way the interracial romance was handled

I like the way the author handled the fact that this was an interracial romance. By this I mean that it was acknowledged that it was such but then the story goes on because it is first and foremost just A ROMANCE regardless of who is involved, which as a black girl I love to see. I’ve found in a few books that the race aspect is heavily focused on at times and that can get annoying. If it’s in a book set in a time where this aspect of the relationship would greatly affect it, I can understand that but nowadays I think we can have romances that focus solely on the romance that just so happen to involve two people from different backgrounds.

Now for the things I didn’t like:

1) It reads as very YA and not in a good way.

These two were supposedly adults but it all read as very YA. I cringed a lot at the dialogue between them which I don’t think helps as the two romantic leads. Once anything resembling dirty talk was introduced, I WAS OUT.

2) The pacing of the romance

This book utilises both the friend's to lovers trope and the fake dating trope which in this case meant a lot of miscommunication. I get it, there has to be some drama and the characters can't just immediately resolve it (which I can appreciate) but it was getting well past halfway in the book and these two were still lost, heck, I WAS LOST! The pacing was just too slow when it came to the romance which is supposed to be the main event here.

Besides that I couldn’t bring myself to really care about the romance/relationship in the first place. I read hoping that with each page I would grow to like the characters more and be invested in their stories but instead I felt mostly indifferent. As a result of this, other events and situations in the book regarding the main characters failed to matter as much. This included the whole situation regarding Kenya and her parents (even though I can understand where she’s coming from), the relationship drama etc.

The reality cosplay competition itself took a bit of a back seat for a while before being brought back but by then any interest for the book had slowly dwindled.

So, suffice to say, I took a chance on a romance book and things just didn’t work out.

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lokiandbuckysdoll · 2 years ago

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Jealousy

Summary: Thor’s jealousy for Steve plays into your fantasy.

Paring: Thor x Plus-sized reader. Steve x Plus -sized reader, Thor x plus-sized reader x Steve.

Word count: 1.89k

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: SMUT!!, mention of insecure Thor, threesome, dirty talk, jealousy Thor (yes that’s a warning)

A/N: This idea came to my head after reading @hannibals-favourite-meal NSFW headcanon for Thor. Also this is my first time writing smut and something like this! so please bear with me it’s not the best!.

Jealousy was always something that never looked good on anyone except for Thor that is. The reason for saying that is because he'd get jealous so easily to the point where he would remain calm and collected for the most part but you could tell when he was getting close to his breaking point. His body language said it all when he'd shift and place his arm around your plump waist possessively claiming what's.

That leads you to where you are now pinned down on the bed with your dress long gone, make up and hair all messed up with Captain America and the god of thunder pounding into you as if there was no tomorrow and you loved every second of it.

“ Aww look at my dove crying you wanted this, now take it”

All you could do was whimper as you felt Thor thrust into you from below as Steve pulled out from behind you and back in. They created a rhythm that set your body on fire in the best way possible.

“ Be a good girl sunshine” Steve groaned in your ear.

“ Answer him my dove”

“ ye- yess captain, mhm so close” you were cut off as you let out a pornograpic moan.

“Aww she wants to cum should we let her Steve?” Thor gave him a devilish smirk.

“ Beg for it sunshine” Steve now slapped your already redden ass from the early slaps Thor gave you for being a brat. You couldn’t help but moan again as he pulled your hips back to his frame.

“Please let me cum please my king! ``With that Thor pulled you down to his face and gave you a rough yet passionate kiss and that made you come undone.

“ Thor I won’t last long I’m close- ” Steve was fighting for dear life to not cum inside you. It was the ONE rule Thor made clear to Steve.

2 hours earlier:

Both Thor and you were open and honest with each other. You had the type of relationship that many people can only dream about. So Obviously the discussion of your sex life had come up with what both of your fantasy’s and desire were. One happening to be a threesome with Captain America himself.

Thor expressed his feelings of concern and jealousy he had when it came to Steve. Nothing less you reassured him how you did not have any romantic feelings or attraction to him you both continued to discuss and Thor later on brought the topic up again.

That leads to Tony’s party tonight. Thor had mentioned and discussed with Steve about the whole ordeal, he was simply okay with it and also expressed to Thor that he wanted some fun and that he did not have any attraction to you other than a friend.

So you'd dress up in your finest dress and have your hair and makeup done, you even wore his favorite lingerie set. It was hard for Thor not to forgo the plan and just fuck you against the wall.

The night went on and after the party all three of you went back to your shared room.

And that’s when Thor set the rules.

Rule 1: What you say goes your in charge unless Thor isn’t comfortable with something.

Rule 2: if you use your safe word both automatically stop.

And Rule 3 : Thor made this very clear NO coming inside you. That was his job however Steve was allowed to cum on your body wherever that you choose.

Now:

“ You know the rule Steve.” Thor said in a serious manner.

“ I know” he groaned at the loss of contact with your walls as he pulled out.

You were still coming down from your high but the sound of Thor's voice pulled you slightly out of your haze.

“ My mouth” your voice hoarse as Thor helps you lift your thick thighs off of him, your shaking a little still from your high.

You didn’t struggle to take Steve into your mouth. He was just as long as Thor but not as thick. Steve came and you swallowed all of it. As he pulled out of your mouth Thor quickly thrust into your mouth.

Thor didn’t mind coming in your mouth but he preferred to cum inside you, with Steve he didn’t want him to witness that intimate moment. Not long after Thor came and you tried to swallow it all but his cum was so thick that you couldn't do so.

The sight of you kneeling there with both his and Steve’s cum dripping down your neck onto your breast and plump stomach almost made them come again.

Thor could see the tiredness over taking you so he got up and grabbed a towel to wipe you down and gave a slight nod to Steve that it was time for him to leave. Before he could leave the bed you reached out and grabbed his hand. Both Thor and him shared a confused look. He leaned down as you sat up a little.

“thank you Steve” you said breathlessly as you kissed his cheek then gave him a soft and yet quick kiss to his lips.

“ Your welcome sunshine” he kissed your hand.

Thor took you to the bathroom after Steve left and helped you clean up. As you laid curled up in Thor's arms as one if his hands was rubbing your back and the other holding your leg that was sprawled across him. He saw you had something on your mind.

“ what’s on your mind my dove” you giggled at how his voice rumbled threw his chest.

“ Thank you for tonight my love, I know it wasn't easy with how you felt and to let another man let alone Steve see me so expose like that” you moved to straddle his lap and he placed his hands on your hips and you cradled his face in yours.

“ and thank you for trusting me, I love you so much Thor please know that” you leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was filled with nothing but love and passion. Once you pulled back, Thor's eyes were filled with nothing but love and admiration for you. He pulled you down so you rested your head on his chest.

“ Thank you for acknowledging how I feel about Steve, my sweet dove, I love you so much more than anything else in this universe and in all the nine realms' ' he placed a kiss on your forehead as you both drifted into a sleep with smiles on both your faces.

A/n: @hannibals-favourite-meal really helped with getting me out of the small writer's block i was having lol.

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searenbound · 3 years ago

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*Cough cough* dragon Bakugou and his pretty Princess runaway please nsfw if you want

The strong urge to just write pure smut an hour before work is strong. Let’s see if I can manage it!

Warnings: swearing, oral (both receiving), facesittig, implied praise kink, mentioned breeding, monster fucking, written with plus sized reader in mind

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

-Fantasy equivalent of the bad boy gets the good girl trope

-Seriously though there’s nothing exactly romantic about how they met

-Typical rebellious princess sneaking off to adventure a little too close to dragon territory and what do you know?

-There’s a dragon in that wilderness and oh what’s this?

-He’s absolutely stunning and willing to let her go if she ditches the morals and sleep with him?

-Oh no! What’s a young twenty year old princess who absolutely didn’t plan on this happening to do but have animalistic sex with such a handsome brutish man?!

-Yeah she definitely heard stories about him and wanted to know if they were true

-Besides, what’s a bored frustrated girl to do when the most interesting experience was just a matter of sneaking out in the middle of the night and be where she wanted by early morning?

-Pined under him with either thick leg at his sides and a clawed hand wrapped carefully around her throat to keep her from trying to break free

-Honestly Bakugou would’ve just eaten her if her scent wasn’t just pure arousal and lust wasn’t swimming in her eyes

-What a shameless slut, absolutely perfect for reliving his own pent up frustrations

-They spent the whole day with her on her back with her tight little holes crammed full of him until she could barely walk home

-Sure there was hell to pay when she made it home that night but she didn’t care when all she could think about was the next time she could get out to see him

-And that’s their dynamic for awhile, running off to go fuck him any chance she got until actual feelings developed

-One visit its taking her time to suck his cocks

-Making sure each one gets equal attention

-Stroking the one not in their mouth and taking his tight fisted grip and nails scratching at her scalp as a compliment

-Practically buzzing with pride at his hissed out praise

-Then rewarding her by bending her over a stump and stuffing her cunt with his fat cocks and laughing at the dazed babbling she does

-Another time he has her sitting on his face

-Demand really because he’s not having that what if I hurt you bull

-Let him die a happy dragon drowning in her cute pussy if she must dammit

-He so smug about the way she can’t hold still when she feels his forked tongue licking at her

-What happened to heavy huh?

-Sure feels like she’s trying to fuck his face, which good

-She shouldn’t be afraid to take what she wants especially when it’s already hers

-And between all the sex they just kinda bond and get to know each other

-Interest and what they want out of life and it was only natural that so much time together lead to more

-Turned into him missing her the moment he couldn’t easily pick up her scent and her wanting to turn around and run back to him and never leave again

-Then his mating season swings around and he finally brings her to his cave where he’s taken the soft things he owns and made a comfortable nest

-“I want you to stay with me (Yn), want to make you a mother so-” “You don’t have to explain, I’d love to stay. I want to Katsuki so please, breed me”

-Ironically it’s the most tender sex they’ve ever had together

-At least until he gave into his desperate need to breed her that is

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wardenparker · 3 years ago

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Once Upon a Time... part 6

Zach Wellison x plus size f!Reader

Co-written with @absurdthirst

Zach’s life gets turned upside down when his visit to the local library sends him all the way back to Camelot - and he meets another time traveler who has made the kingdom their home.

Rating: Explicit. There is no turning back from the smut now that we have found it. Word Count: 13.4k Warnings: *This is a Zach fic so there WILL be discussion of homelessness.* Food and drink. Hunger mention. Vaginal sex, unprotected sex, the pull out game is strong here folx, oudoor sex, sex in the water, vague innocence kink, little bit of dirty talk, mentions of cheating (past relationship), more general self esteem bullshit, discussions of medieval marriage norms/customs (women as property), cockwarming, brief discussion of childbearing, Summary: The beautiful second half of the afternoon at the hot spring, and more discussion of things to come. Zach makes a special request at supper in the Great Hall that leads to a very public romantic moment. Notes: My loves. My darlings. My sweet and charming darlings. I am in an incredibly rough place this week and these two are truly helping me through it. I’ve done the best job I possibly can with the historical tidbits (bless Keri for sticking with my crazy ass while I pieced together the necessary research) but the fact is that there is not a ton of written history for this period and that is part of the reason I chose it. Most medieval marriage laws/customs in Britain became solidified around the 12th century, so I took what could be found from various sources and we crafted a set of rules for Camelot as a society. Just sit back and enjoy and try not to worry about facts, kids. After all - is is time travel, or are they inside a book?

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5

Immediate smut! Chapter under the cut!

The way you open up for him is as easy as breathing: arms and legs wrapping around him to hold him close to you in the water as you happily lean into his kiss. Everything about this moment is perfectly imperfect in a way you can’t possibly describe but you want it to last as long as humanly possible.

There is something about the way you cling to him that he loves. His hard cock is pressed against your ass and you grind down on him enough to make him moan against your lips. "Fuck." He hisses, smirking. "Tease."

“You like it when I tease.” You defend with an innocent tone to your voice and fluttered eyelashes. It’s one of the things you actually have noticed - teasing gets him going.

His dick twitches, hard and his fingers dig into your hips, a small growl leaving his throat. “Fuck.” He swallows hard, hating how you’ve found that out so easily. He likes the teasing and has a slight innocence kink. Just the idea of it.

“I’m insecure, not blind.” You tell him with a smirk, grinding your hips down again while keeping your eyes wide and doe-like.

“Fuck, you gonna ride, little girl?” He demands, clenching his jaw. “Have me sit down where I licked your pussy and have you sit on my dick while I play with your tits?”

Normally that’s not something you would ever do. Getting on top of someone and intentionally making things jiggle? No way. But…in the water like this? Making the ride smooth and sensual and your body is steadily below the surface so you don’t have to see it but it’s water so Zach can if he wants to? You can do that. “Switch places.” Nudging him a little, you shift away from the little sit where you’ve been resting so he can take his place there instead.

He’s honestly surprised that you agreed but fuck if he’s not even harder, knowing you are going to trust him like this. Instinctively, he knows it’s not something you’ve done often, if at all. The second his ass is on the rock; he’s reaching for you. “C’mere baby. I want to be inside you.”

The one thing you can do, purely instinctively, is trust him. Trust him to take care of you and definitely to give you pleasure - he’s already proven he can do those things. You trusted him to carry you here, to this spot, on his back. You can trust him in this, too. One small push through the water is all it takes to have your knees in either side of his hips, with your hand already reaching to line him up at your entrance and sink down on his length.

The shout of pleasure he gives when you just swallow his cock in the tight walls of your cunt would have been enough to summon the knights if this had happened in the castle. “Oh fuck!” You are perfect, taking him quicker than before but his hips rock up and he is grounding himself in your body while your walls clench around him, tightening every time you move as you make sure you are comfortable and secure, straddling his lap.

“You gotta hold on to me, baby.” Your giggle is breathless in his ear, reminding him that it is literally only by the strength of your thighs holding his hips and his hands on yours that you won’t just float off of his lap.

He groans, but his arms are like steel bands around your body. Keeping you anchored to him. “Fuck baby.” He scatters kisses along your shoulder and up your neck, across your jaw and finally tastes your lips again.

Your thighs are going to burn later, but it will be so worth it. The repetition of up-and-down as you rise and fall on him, slowly at first but it builds, reminds you oddly of gravity. No matter how far off of him you lift - until just the tip of his cock is left inside your body - you always come back to having your hips flush against his. Grounding yourself in him. Like an anchor. “Oh my god.” Every rise and fall pushes the breath out of you, leaving you panting and cursing and moaning his name in no time. “Oh fuck — Zach!”

If he can ever talk you into doing this outside of a hot spring, he will be a happy man. If not, he's going to make sure that whatever he does, he has enough money to install a hot tub because the sight of you taking charge and riding him is hypnotic. His groans match yours and he ducks his head to wrap his lips around the nipple of one bouncing breast.

“So - oh god - so good, baby.” The way he throbs inside you is almost intoxicating, making you feel every ridge and vein of his perfect cock with every movement of your own body, and the notion that Zach will be the only partner you have for the rest of your life somehow makes it that much better. That this perfection is something you’ll always have. You cry out when he bites down on your nipple as he switches to your other breast, and you open your eyes to see him grinning wickedly at you.

"You look good." He croons before his tongue circles the pinched areola of your breast, running over the peak before he gives you another firm suck. His other arm is still around you, keeping you from getting too far away from him, although from the desperate way your fingers dig into his shoulders, you aren't letting him go until you've wrung him dry. "Keep going baby, fuck yourself on my cock, want to see you cum again." He babbles as he kisses every available inch of your skin. "So fucking beautiful when you cum."

“Want you to dream about this tonight.” Your own babbling is a fantasy in and of itself, always knowing you’ll miss him when you have to part ways tonight. “Right next door where I can hear you moan my name while you jerk off thinking about it.”

"Shit." Zach's hips lurch up and buries himself inside you. Whining at the idea of you listening to him. "Fuck baby." HIs arm starts urging you to ride him faster, pulling and. pushing you on his length. "I'll do it. Fuck I'll do it for you."

“Gonna hate sleeping apart from you.” You confess, though it’s not as soft as it could be considering you’re panting as you bounce on his cock. “Want to — f-fuck — hear you.”

He groans, shuddering under you and bucking up into you harder. "C-could always -fuck- always sneak in at night."

That makes you hum, tutting at him playfully. “Thought you liked me innocent?”

"Acting innocent." He corrects you. "And I- I would be the one sneaking in."

“Sneak in any-shit-time, baby.” Picking up the pace has become nearly frantic, and your fingernails dig into his shoulders once more, desperate to hold on as you can feel your orgasm rolling down your spine directly to your core. “Oh fuck, I-I’m gonna cum, oh god.”

"Do it." He lets go of your breast so he can hold onto you, letting you lean back in his arms. "Cum for me baby. Want to feel you squeeze my cock and cum all over it." He groans.

The thread of command in his voice is delicious in that it’s slightly desperate, like he’s holding himself back until you’ve found your peak before he’ll even consider chasing his own. The fact that he can’t cum inside you - and therefore can’t just pound into you with abandon - is right now the biggest injustice in the world. But it’s his name on your lips as you crest that perfect orgasm, thighs shaking and fingers surely bruising his shoulder as you come apart above him.

“God, fuck, shit.” Zach curses and tries to hold on to whatever tiny shred of control he has. Your walls are like a fucking vice around him. If he had waited until you had cum the first time, there is no way he would have been able to pull out of you in time. “That’s it, that’s it pretty girl.”

Zach’s penchants are innocence and compliments, those are particularities of his that you picked up right away - even if you’re not great at talking them. “Come on, handsome,” you croon when you find your voice again. “Your turn to show me how gorgeous you are when you cum.”

He leans back against the rock and his fingers dig into your hips. Needing to keep them right there in order to pull you off his cock before he cums. It's nearly desperate the way that he is whining and rocking into you, bracing his feet on the rocks below and using the leverage to drive himself up into your body. Lifting his ass off the makeshift seat and impaling you on his length. "Oh fuck, oh shit, oh shit baby."

You could swear you’re almost worked up enough to cum again just from the desperate, uneven rocking of his hips right before he pulls you off of his length and spurts cum harmlessly again your mound in the warm water. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous like that,” you grin, immediately pulling him in to scatter kisses across his lips and jaw.

He groans, resting his head against your clavicle and panting out in pleasure after he kisses you. "God, I have to say that I want to live in this moment." He tells you. "We can just build a little shelter right here."

“Post-coital bliss in the middle of nature?” That’s definitely how you feel about it, and you’re glad he does too. “I think it suits us.”

"Hmmm." He chuckles and kisses your collar bone. "Could be the orgasms talking. We don't have any of the furs off our beds."

“How about piling up the furs in front of the fireplace when it’s cold later?” You suggest, combing your fingers through his hair while he breathes in your ear. “Nature, but very Game of Thrones in a good way.”

Zach snorts. "I stopped watching after season 4 when they killed my favorite character. Haven't caught up." He tells you with a grin. "But we can do that."

“Cuddling in a bundle of furs in front of a fire is on my bucket list.” You won’t tell him that when you had suggested it to Gareth he had rebuffed you, because lounging on stone was definitely beneath a prince.

"Then we will have do it." He decides. "A bottle of mead and maybe a tray of food while we cuddle." He loves that idea, actually. Wrapped in furs and kissing and touching. "I think that sounds like something amazing."

“We’re going to be miserable if we can’t find mead in the future.” Burying your nose in the crook of his neck, it’s easy to get lost in the comfort of the moment. “We’ll be tracking down the nearest ren fest to wherever we end up living.” If you get there, anyway. It would be nostalgic at that point, to return to the past for a day.

He huffs and pulls you closer to him. "We will be laughing and mocking the things they get wrong." He tells you. "Along with those that act like assholes about it."

“I bet it’s the only place you’ll ever have a prayer of hearing My Heart Will Go On on the hurdy -gurdy ever again, though.” You snort, still laughing about the song choice in his first night in Camelot.

He giggles slightly. "I have to admit, I had never imaged that." He gives you a slightly apologetic look. "I'm sorry that I made you do it, although it was beautiful."

“I hope you liked it each and every time they made me sing it that week.” As it turned out, the Queen was a big fan of the song. But that didn’t matter to you as much as Zach liking it. “As long as you liked it, I don’t care. I’ll sing whatever you want.”

"I like when you sing my name." He hums, turning his head and kissing along your shoulder. Now that he is allowed to touch you, he's obsessed with it. Gripping and squeezing your body.

“You’re going to give us away if you leave marks.” You warn him softly, fully recognizing the note of disappointment in your voice. Being marked by him sounds like heaven in a very primal way – nail marks in your shoulders or the unmistakable imprint of teeth along your neck.

"I'll be careful." He promises, knowing that you are cautious about when revelation of your relationship is revealed. "I want you to be the one to decide."

“I just want to try to figure out protocol.” That’s what bothers you most. That you don’t know how things are supposed to work here. “Whether you’re supposed to ask for Arthur’s blessing or not since we’re both members of court.” You do, though, know how much he hates having things dictated for him and you pullback a little to look him in the eye. “I don’t give a shit about actual permission, for the record. I’m yours. I just don’t want to piss anyone off by accident.”

"By the whim of the king." He whispers the words softly, not meaning them in the same manner that he had the first time he had hurled them at you. His hands caress your back gently and he leans in to kiss you. "We need to be cautious, and I trust you."

“I’ll figure it out,” you promise him, and try not to shiver at hearing those words from his lips again. “We could always just tell them that we’re following the customs of our own land. Which…isn’t really wrong.” After all, your own customs would be dating and/or fucking as soon as you felt like it. Which is pretty much what you’re doing, except you were held off for a torturous week by menstruation.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, feeling you tense up slightly at the phrase he had used. "We will figure it out together. And no matter what, I'm with you."

“It’s my thing.” Shaking your head, you brush kisses on both of his cheeks. “Everything is okay, baby. I’ll figure out the timing. What matters is that we’re together.”

"You aren't alone." He pulls back and gives you a searching look. "Your things are my things. It's how my parents worked, and it's how I always wanted it to be with my own partner."

“I just know that you’re not particularly fond of the fact that our boss is also our landlord.” That’s the simplest way you can put it, even as your eyes drop away from his. “And that’s kind of why I’m inclined to just say fuck it and go back there and say that we said our vows to god and just have that be the end of it.” It might spark a tiny bit of drama, but it would probably be better than if Arthur found out you’d been keeping your affair a secret. A quick trip to the blacksmith for a simple band and you could care less what anyone has to say about it.

"That is up to you." He trusts you. "We can ask Merlin if Arthur would object." He had spent a lot of time with the wizard over the past few weeks, the old man coming to the workshop and meddling, for lack of a better word.

“You’ve been making friends while I’ve been confined.” You grin, glad that he’s settling in and finding out that he doesn’t stick out at all like he thought he did. “We can ask Merlin, then. He loves a good bit of gossip anyway.”

He hums and nods. "He is a nosey old coot." He tells you with a huff of amusement.

“You’re new. He was like that with me when I got here.” You had been glad of the old man’s company then, with no friends to speak of, and he had been glad to have someone new to gossip to.

Zach shakes his head. "It’s not just that. He's not just asking me about America. He's telling me about Arthur. How he came to look out for him and pledge his allegiance to him."

“The real story of Arthur and Merlin.” There’s no question about the way your eyes shine at that. “What do you think about getting out of the water and having a little picnic while you tell me?” The bag you had packed is full of food from the kitchens and a bottle of the mead that you both love. A small but hopefully romantic gesture on your part. “I packed us a lunch…thinking we might have the day to ourselves…”

Zach nods and lets you pull away so you can climb into of the pool of water. Following behind you and spreading out on the grass with no care about his nudity, hoping you wouldn’t pull on your chemise, but if you did, he wouldn’t say a word.

You’re much less graceful getting out of the water this time, immediately reaching for your chemise for a little bit of modesty in case someone else decided that an afternoon walk through the forest sounded like a good idea. From your bag beside the pile of combined clothing, you pull out the usual items - meat, cheese, bread, and a few early apples - along with the sweet mead.

He's disappointed, but he can't blame you. The two of you are out in the open. Instead of sighing or making anything out of it, Zach decides to reach over and grab his breeches, standing up and putting them on as you spread the food out on the back of his surcoat.

“Not the most impressive picnic in the world.” You admit with a shrug, but when everything is spread out and your knife is there to slice it all up, it’s just nice to be able to have the space to sprawl put together.

He snorts and shakes his head. "Baby, remember there were days where this would have been a feast for me." He reminds you, reaching over and squeezing your thigh gently. "This is perfect."

Picking up his hand, you press a kiss to his palm and make sure you have his complete attention. “You’re never going to have to worry about that ever again.” You promise him firmly. “If we get back, I don’t have a lot, but it’s enough to get us set up again. A roof over our heads, food on the table, and a little cushion while we both find new jobs.”

The promise, so earnestly and easily given makes his eyes suspiciously wet. He blinks back the tears and leans in to kiss you softly. "If we get back, I will break my fucking back for you." He murmurs.

“Don’t you dare.” Gentle kisses peppered against his lips are a tender way that you can only pray gets across just how precious he is to you. Someday you’ll find the words, and put them in a song for him. “I need you in one piece, baby. Waking up next to me every morning and coming home to me every night.”

"I didn't mean literally." He teases. "I just meant that you aren't going to be saddled with a loser that leeches off of you."

“I know you well enough by now to know that you would push yourself to the limit if you thought I wanted it.” Now that you can kiss him, you never want to stop. “I want a partner. Someone to share everything with equally.”

"Well....as a partner who shares equally...do you want to know the real story of how Merlin came to watch over Arthur?" He asks you with a mischievous grin.

“Yes please.” You grin at him brightly, stealing another kiss before to unseal the bottle of mead and hand it over. “And then I’ll tell you what Merlin told me about Guinevere.”

"So, the stories about Merlin are kind of true. He was raised by a single mother." He takes a swig of the mead and hands it back to you before he grabs a slice of cheese and pops it into his mouth. Tucking it in his cheek he grins. "But apparently he was brought on as a servant."

“By Uther?” No one really knows how old Merlin is, even here, and you’re certainly not going to be rude enough to ask him to his face.

"Yep." He huffs, taking a piece of meat and bread. "Apparently he pledged his loyalty to his line and that is how he came to be Arthur's personal wizard."

“No wonder he’s got his nose in everybody’s business about marriages and the line of succession.” It actually makes perfect sense, in that context. Whoever becomes the next king of Camelot - even though history books claim the kingdom falls with Arthur’s lack of a direct heir - holds Merlin’s oath in his hands. “And why he keeps track of Arthur’s bastards the way he does.”

"How many does Arthur have?" He raises his eyebrow, having forgotten about that little piece.

“Five.” You almost snort, shaking your head at the high number. “Well, three that are still alive. Loholt and Amar both died in their teens. But Borre and Arthur are still alive, and his only daughter, Archfedd.” A sip of mead washes down a salty bite of meat and cheese. “We’re definitely in Wales.”

"No wonder Arthur...." He bites his tongue and looks away, taking another bite of his own bread and meat.

“No wonder Arthur what?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

Zach sighs and meets your eyes unwillingly. "Arthur said that he could see why Gareth would want to keep you in his bed. Said that it was fine to have you as a mistress."

It would be more of a slap to your ego if you actually had an ego to slap, and you sort of half shrug your shoulders when you reach to squeeze his hand. “I’m sure Arthur wouldn’t have seen any problem with it at all. But Gareth isn’t that kind of person and I…” The way you duck your head is guilty. Obviously so. “I learned my lesson.” You sigh, unwilling to look him in the eye on this particular confession. Something that you consider actually shameful. “I had an affair with one of my professors in college and ended up expelled. So…three years of scholarships and grants thrown out on a middle-aged literature prof who decided to get a mistress when his wife told him he couldn’t have a convertible for his forty-fifth birthday.”

“Well, that’s disgusting.” Zach shakes his head, a frown on his face. “The man was in a position of power over you. Doesn’t matter if you were legally an adult. He had a moral obligation to not take advantage.”

“Yeah, well…” You shrug again, taking much too long of a drink from the bottle sitting between you. “He did. I got expelled and he got a slap on the wrist in a disciplinary hearing. So yeah, I’m sure Arthur would have thought it was just fine for me to be a mistress. But I’ll never do that again.”

“I’m sorry.” He knows you are embarrassed. “One of our officers was sleeping with an enlisted girl. Got her pregnant in country. We were all grilled by NCIS about what we had seen. He got booted out.”

“I’m so lucky I didn’t end up pregnant.” You know that. It had been the source of huge fights between you and your godmother more than once. “My life would have been completely ruined instead of just sort of ruined.”

Zach snorts. “I hope his wife left him and took half his tenure in alimony.” He doesn’t like cheaters. It had been another reason why he didn’t want to touch you without you talking to Gareth.

“As far as I know, they’re still married.” That’s part of what still hits you in the gut about it, even years later. That their life didn’t seem to be affected by you at all despite how badly the affair affected every aspect of your young life. You huff, rolling your eyes, but don’t look up at him. “You’re learning all kinds of stuff about me today.”

“Yeah.” He reaches over and takes the bottle of mead. “I’ve learned you like when I make you cum. You were a young and dumb girl who learned from her mistakes and if we ever get back to LA, I know what I can do with my GI Bill.”

“Use it for yourself.” The last thing you want to do is take away any of his opportunities because of your own stupidity. “Get your masters in something. Enjoy the fruits of all the bullshit Uncle Sam put you through.”

He scoffs. “I hated high school.” He shakes his head. “I took the classes that my dad wanted me to take before I enlisted. I have a BA. And if I step foot back in a classroom again as student, it will be too soon.”

“Who knows.” It would be nice, to eliminate the emotional burden of never having finished college when you had loved it so much, but you weren’t going to count your chickens before they hatched. You still had no idea if you would ever get back.

“Yeah.” He knows what you are thinking. “For now, let’s concentrate on how we can get home, as opposed to what we are going to do. Which for me will be having the largest, greasiest slice of pizza I can find.”

Your eyes raise slightly, not quite meeting his but much closer than they were a second ago. “Do you think we can trust Merlin?” Over the last few weeks, Zach has gotten to know the old wizard in a different way than you ever did. He might have seen a glimmer of hope in trusting the man.

“I honestly think so.” Zach nods. “He seems very interested in my welfare.” Chuckling, he shakes his head. “And yours. Always checking to make sure I’ve checked in on you.”

This time your eyes find his, and a small smile plays on your lips. "So, he knows about us, then? Since he's a meddling old coot and likes to dig his weird, skinny fingers into people's love lives?"

“I haven’t said a word.” He promises you. There had always been the chance you would have chosen to be Gareth’s mistress, no matter what you said. At least before he found out about your past. He never wanted to give out information without your knowledge so to Merlin, you were still just his countryman in a strange land.

"He'll know soon, I guess." If Zach thinks he can be trusted, you're willing to believe him. Trusting Zach has never steered you wrong so far, and you're inclined to believe that his ability to read people is a hell of a lot better than yours. Especially since Merlin had been willing to show Zach his magic so quickly and easily. "If you think we can trust him, then let's go talk to him tomorrow. See if he has any idea what kind of magic could have pulled us through a goddamn book fifteen hundred years in the future."

“We can do that.” Zach bites on his lip and sends you a level look. He wants you to be honest with him. “If that is what you want.” He murmurs softly. He still wants to go home, feeling like the future is where the two of you belong, but he won't push you if you aren't ready to go just yet.

"I have had a lot of time to just sit and think over the last week." You pick at what you brought for lunch, making yourself a little sandwich out of the soft bread, hard cheese, and moist meat. Practically all you did when you were lying in bed in pain was think about what happens next. "And I think...I think you're right. We don't belong here. So if we can go home, we should. But...if we can't?" That makes you shrug, and you send him a hopeful look. "At least we still have each other."

"Absolutely." Zach nods, knowing that both of you needed to be realistic. You might not be able to go home, but he wanted to try. "If we can't go home, we become part of this life and I bring you out here every year for our anniversary and have you ride me in this hot spring." He tells you with a wink.

"March twenty-ninth." It's been fifteen days since Zach got dropped into Camelot, and even when it's only been for a few minutes to say good morning or good night, you've seen him on each and every one of them. "Unless you want our anniversary to be an actual wedding date?" You know that he can be old fashioned about some things and you don't mind that at all.

"You can always have more than one anniversary." He pulls back and grins. "It's really not been that long. Are we crazy?" He asks you, lifting a brow. "And how old are you?"

"I already know I'm crazy," you remind him softly, but you still pull back and put down the little sandwich you had assembled. "We don't have to do this, Zach. We can wait. We can keep it a secret. We can do whatever makes you comfortable." At no point would you ever judge him for leaving you - you would hate it and hate yourself, but you would completely understand him wanting to wait for someone better. "But, um...I'm 33."

He chuckles, shaking his head and giving you a roll of his eyes when he looks back at you. "We are both so damn worried about the other being comfortable. Tonight, I'm asking Merlin about what we need to do to make us official." He decides, knowing that if you keep going round and round about it, you will start to wonder if he wanted to keep you a dirty little secret. There is a little smug grin on his face. "I'm 32."

"When is your birthday?" You won't press the conversation about how tentative you are with each other's feelings. You don't need to - it's obvious that you both tend to put your partner before yourself.

"September 20th." He tells you easily, picking up another slice of cheese. "You?"

"March tenth." It had been a beautiful, sunny day despite the cold with a calm morning spent in the courtyard, and Arthur had raised a toast to your health at supper that night. And in between, you had run off with Gareth for a few hours of fun. All in all, a much better birthday than eight hours of waiting tables would have been.

"Well shit. You had just turned 33." He leans in and presses his lips to yours. "Happy birthday baby."

"I'm considering your arrival to be my belated gift." You chase the kiss when he breaks it, holding him close for just a second longer. "Which makes it the best birthday I could ever hope for."

"I brought you gum." He reminds you with grin, nudging his nose against yours.

"You brought me love." And that is something you will forever be grateful for.

"Cheesy." He teases before he reaches out and caresses your cheek. "I'm extremely grateful that I was dropped right here with you."

"Actually, we were dropped a little south of here." You can't resist, your nose wrinkling as you hold in an inelegant snort. "I'm grateful for you, too, baby. And I'm damn lucky you love me."

"Just as lucky as I am." He promises, knowing that he was just as lucky that someone like you would even look twice at him.

"Now who's cheesy?" Not that you mind in the least. Not that you don't absolutely love it.

"Says the person who obviously set up this date and brought me out here to seduce me." He teases. "Which....do it again anytime you want."

"I one hundred percent set up this date." You will admit to that freely and easily. "But I never would have coerced you into sex. I am a modern woman and consent is sexy.'

"Please." He rolls his eyes. "Crook your finger and I'd be on my knees." He grins and waggles his brows. "Under your dress and buried in that pussy."

"What will you ever do if I start wearing pants again?" You hum indulgently, bringing your lips to his for the hundredth time already, and it's only been a few hours. "I can just see you pouting over losing your easy access."

"I mean...yeah." He rolls his eyes like you are crazy for even thinking that he wouldn't miss easy access. "I'd be an idiot to not miss it. I might have been a jarhead, but I was a smart jarhead."

"What did you want to be when you grew up?" It's sort of a moot point, since you're both grown ass adults, but it's an important question, nonetheless. Those small insights into who you wanted to be can still give way into who you become in the future.

"Honestly?" He gives you a mildly embarrassed look. "I really just wanted to take over my dad's business, but I—" He gives a small sigh. "I wanted to serve. I wanted to go with my buddies when they were joining and travel some. So the plan was to enlist for four years and then get out. I re-enlisted after my parents died and then I - when my friends were killed...I just lost my way."

"But you found it again." Nudging away the remnants of your lunch and setting the last of the bottle of mead aside, you tuck into Zach's side and press your lips to his cheek gently. "Carrying on your dad's legacy in Camelot of all places. I just know he would be so proud of you."

"He would." He grins and his arm comes around you, fingers stroking your arm. "It's like I needed a kick in the ass and Camelot gave it to me."

"Remind me to thank that librarian if we get back." He had told you about the older woman at the branch that put aside the book of stories for him and used to bring him breakfast each day for the last month before you met. A little thought occurs to you - just a spark at first, then it's tugging at the corners of your mouth and making you hum against his side. "Maybe that's my kick in the pants. Go back to school and actually graduate. Get a job in a library and surround myself with endless books." It sounds fairly dreamy, if you're honest with yourself. Not at all what you had dreamt of for yourself when you were younger, but something that sounded infinitely happier.

“Whatever you want to do.” He would encourage it too. “I just want to build a woodworking business up. Plus, there are things I can do in the modern day I can’t do here.” He had already mourned the lack of acrylic when the perfect pieces for a table had been brought to him.

"Then that's what we'll do." Whatever infinite possibilities you came up with for yourself, he has one dream, and you'll make sure he gets it. "We'll get you set up, and I'll figure out going back to school." He has a way of making anything seem possible, including the things that have scared you most for your entire life.

He takes your hand and brings it up to his mouth. “Yes milady.” He tells you with a grin. “Now on to more important things….” He bites his lip. “When can I get you to wear that dress I first met you in so I can strip it off of you?”

You can't help but snicker, tugging him with you to lay down on his spread-out surcoat in the grass like a blanket. "I believe medieval brides are expected to wear their best dress as their wedding gown." And that is absolutely your best dress, which is why you put it on that day. "So, I think it would be a very appropriate choice to strip off me on our official wedding night, if you like it that much."

“I did like it. A lot.” He grins at you. “If I wasn’t a little stunned by where I was…I might have tried to convince you to get in the bath with me and my ‘third leg’.”

"I stand by that comment." In fact, it's probably a really fucking good thing that you learned so many things from the women at the brothel, because otherwise you're not sure you could take all of him. And you can't wait to take all of him.

“Didn’t hear you complaining when you were riding it.” He winks at you and his hand slides down to cup you over the material of your chemise.

"Oh my god, why would I complain?" You squirm a little, grinning and flushed over the fact that he isn't shy about wanting you. It's utterly freeing and a turn on in and of itself. "And that...um...that is not something I normally am comfortable doing, so...I hope that tells you something about how much I trust you."

“I won’t push you or nag you.” Zach promises. “But you looked like a fucking goddess on top of me, taking my cock like that.” He twitches in his breeches just thinking about it. “If in the water is the only way you will do, I’m gonna drag your ass here a lot.”

"Oh nooo. Our own little Eden for sex. How terrible." Rolling your eyes at him dramatically, you shift a little on your back, opening your legs to give him access to trail his hand - or any other part of him - under your clothing if he wants to.

He snorts and slides his hand down to push under the chemise. Trailing back up your soft thighs. “Still think I don’t want you?” He asks softly.

"In my heart, I don't doubt you for a second. The problem is that I have a little ass hole called Insecurity living rent-free in my brain and lying to me all the time. So sometimes I have to forcibly shut it up like this." Leaning up on one elbow, you capture his mouth with yours, pouring every earnest ounce of affection and care you have into a kiss

He hums and kisses you back. Matching your passion with this own and rolling you onto your back while he moves over you.

"It's a good thing you're such a super-young boy toy." You tease, nipping at his bottom lip and jaw between long, tangling kisses. "So you have all kinds of energy to keep up with how much I want you."

He huffs and digs his fingers into your waist before he drags your chemise up to your hips. “Have to take care of my old lady.” He teases back. “Can’t have her trading me in for a younger model.”

Lifting your hips easily, the fabric is tossed aside without a second thought. "I'm ancient to be an unmarried woman in this time period." You remind him with a playful little pout.

"So old." He agrees, ducking his head down and running his tongue over your collar bone and up your neck to your ear. "The king should knight me for being willing to take the spinster bard off his hands." He murmurs, biting down on your earlobe as he pushes his semi against the soft swell of your belly.

“D-doing a service to the kingdom.” You gasp a little at the sharp nip of his teeth and don’t fight the way your eyes flutter shut at feeling the evidence of his arousal against you. Reaching down between you, you can’t help but moan softly when you give him a gentle squeeze through the leather of his breeches.

"One more time?" He asks softly. "Or would you rather feel my tongue instead. Are you sore?"

“I can take it.” Though you’ll definitely be sore later, you wouldn’t give up feeling him for the world. “However you want me.”

It's a little less than elegant, the way that he pushes his breeches down his thighs. Just you telling him you want more of him has him quickly swelling from semi to fully erect. His fingers find that even though you have dried off from the water, you are still slick and reach for him. "How about slow?" He murmurs, lining up and starting to sink into you. "See how long we can take."

“Lazy afternoon in paradise?” You murmur, not being shy about moaning for him for even an instant. The way he feels splitting you open is divine and you’re not going to deny him hearing how much you enjoy it. “Zach — fuck, you feel amazing…”

"Not as good as you." He promises, lips against your ear and his own grumble of delight with how tight you are is fed right into it. "Fucking perfect, just like I knew you would be." He finally is pushed in as far as he can go, pausing just to enjoy the feeling of your warmth surrounding him. "Could stay right here all day."

“I’m bringing a book next time.” Walls fluttering around his thick, hard length, you know that your hand brushing his hair out of his face is such a gentle contrast to the way your pussy can’t stop reacting to holding him inside you. “I’ll lay here and read to you while you keep your cock warm inside me.”

"Fuck yes." Zach hisses, rocking his hips just a little more. The image is intoxicating, wrapped up with you, buried in your body while he listens to your sweet voice spin tales to him. "Do it in front of a roaring fire with the snow blowing outside."

“A big fire, a pile of furs, and my pussy to keep you warm?” What an amazing idea. You gasp at the way he pushes deeper, sighing happily to be filled slowly and lazily like there’s nothing he would rather do in the world than be inside you. “That sound good to you, handsome?”

That sounds like heaven and Zach groans, unable to do more than turn his head and presses his lips to yours. He can only think about you right now. Lowering himself to his elbows to get closer to you, his hands under your shoulder to let him hold onto you.

Your arms wrap around him in turn, hips canting so your ankles twist together at the small of his back, and you wish you had the strength to live the rest of your life like this because it’s amazing and comforting and feels so right that you ache. He’s exactly what you’ve always wanted, and he’s right here wanting you, too. “I’m not going anywhere,” you promise softly, when he holds you tighter.

"L-love you." Zach pants, scattering kisses down your jaw and over your cheeks like a loving puppy. Happy to shower you in affection while he still keeps the roll of his hips slow and steady. Feeling your heartbeat through the walls of your slick passage and he loves it. Listening to the way your breath changes when he nudges that spot inside you.

“I-I love you.” This feeling couldn’t be anything else, and the way you feel like he’s burrowed inside your soul in two short weeks make every drag of his hips that much better. “Oh, fuck, Zach! I love you.”

There is nothing else to do other than seal his lips over yours and move. Rocking in that age old rhythm but there is so much more behind the thrust of his hips. It's his promise to you, given with his body that he is yours. Mixing his breath with yours while your bodies are more amalgamated that separate entities. Time loses its concepts, letting you slip into a world that is just you and Zach and nothing else. Just his lips on yours, tongues gliding together in a dance echoed easily every time your hips rock together. Everything around you could dissolve into the end of the world, but as long as he’s still around you - in you, loving you - there’s not a single thing else that matters.

Zach groan and pants, unable to believe that he is right here in this moment and yet there is nowhere else he’d rather be. His tongue slides along yours, feeding you his next moan and a shudder races down his spine when your walls start to flutter around him.

Your dominant hand has been in his hair, fingers thread through his curls and nails biting at his scalp, but slips between you now to slide along his hip and reach your own clit for that small amount of extra stimulation. “So close—” you mange a few coherent words, poured into his mouth when you refuse to stop kissing him for the world.

He groans, feeling your hand against his skin, where it is trapped between your bodies. "Do it baby." He urges you, his thrusts not getting quicker, but they are harder, more demanding. "Fall apart baby, wanna see it." He murmurs. "Wanna feel it."

The intensity is what throws you over the edge. The way his hips pin your fingers to your clit when he grinds into you and it feels like he holds his breath when pleasure takes hold of every inch of you makes everything go white around the edges, and you sob his own name into his kiss as you cum for him. It’s beautiful - stars burst behind your closed eyes - and there’s not a single way in the world anyone could convince you that this isn’t the definition of what making love is.

He loves it, the way your mouth falls open and your brows pinch together when you sob out. He can't keep his eyes off of you, how beautiful you look. You are amazing, your body gripping his and molten heat of your orgasm washing over him. "Fuck" He hisses, unable to move from how tight you are around him. "Look at you."

I’d rather not. Your mind unhelpfully supplies, but nothing could make you ruin this moment with him, not even your own stupid brain. “Need you,” is what you say instead, still breathless as your walls spasm around him. “Need you to follow, baby.”

He groans, pushing deep into you a few more times and quickly pulls out of your body. Gasping your name while he pushes his cock against your belly and starts to coat you in his cum.

“I love you.” It’s the only thought in your mind as you look up at him, gorgeously flushed and panting as he comes apart for you. And you’re so glad that he’s the one this feeling reserved itself for.

He closes his eyes as if he is in prayer and presses his forehead to yours. "I love you too." He pants out softly.

“We’re going to have to clean up again,” You giggle softly, dusting kisses across his cheeks.

"Worth it." He promises you and looks down at your torso and stomach splattered with his cum. "Definitely worth it."

“Oh, definitely.” There’s absolutely no debating that. “Next time, though? I want to taste you.”

He smirks slightly even as his cock softens. "I will never complain about that."

Closing your eyes as you lay back, a soft, sated smile plays on your lips. “I have to make sure I put my lessons to good use.”

"Jesus, I would have loved to see that." He chuckles, shifting off of you and laying down in the grass next to you.

“My blowjob lessons?” You shoot him a grin as you tuck into his side. “Let’s just say the men working that night were clamoring to be involved.” Warmth radiates off of him in waves, making you sigh and curl into him even more. “That’s done though. It’s you and me now.”

He huffs, a little jealous, but he shakes it off and hugs you tighter. "You and me." He affirms.

“That was way before we even met, baby.” It’s sweet, the way he pouts slightly before he can catch himself. It makes you feel wanted. Desired. But unlike usual, you believe him.

"I know." He gives you a sheepish smile. "I just am being a little baby about someone else getting watch you learn. See you get all bashful and yet determined to get it right." He bites his lip. "I would have fucking loved to be your first in high school."

“I’m sure we can come up with plenty of things I’ve never done before.” It’s a delicious thought - exploring with him. With someone you trust so naturally and implicitly. It makes you grin and look up at him with wide, innocent eyes that he loves. “You do need to teach me what you like.”

"And you need to teach me what you like, baby." He knows there are things that you might like something a certain way and he's not opposed to that at all.

You roll your eyes at him, practically huffing when you scoff. “The sexiest man I’ve ever met in my life wants to sleep with me. I’m good, baby.”

"Hell no." He shakes his head and gives you a disapproving frown. "I don't play that. It's my job to keep you happy and sexy only lasts so long."

The last thing you want to do is start an argument right after such a beautiful moment, so you lean up and press your lips to his, trying to communicate even a fraction of the happiness he makes you feel. “I don’t like anything that needs to be talked about,” you promise him. “Just normal sex. Sometimes with the lights off if I’m not feeling great that day. That’s all. Simple stuff.” It might be easier to talk about what you don’t like, but since you’re not feeling like reliving traumas right now, you’ll leave that alone.

"As long as you talk to me, we are good baby." He promises, leaning in and kissing your lips softly.

“Same for you.” You’re grateful he isn’t pressing the topic, just happy to sink into kissing him again.

He only spends a few more minutes kissing you before he's pulling away. "I think we probably need to clean up and get back." He doesn't want to, but he knows that both of you need to.

“But I like it when you’re naked.” You whine playfully, throwing him a pout even as you scoot toward the edge of the hot spring again.

He snorts and shakes his head. "I like when you are naked too." He tells you with a grin. "Should we just be naked all the time?"

"Only with each other." You know from plenty of observation that there are countless ladies of the court as well as servants that would love to get a good look at Zach the way he's been with you all afternoon, and there's a little swell of pride somewhere in the back of your head that he's chosen you when he could have anyone he wanted.

"True." He waggles his brows and grabs your ass playfully. "I don't want anyone getting an eyeful of what is all mine." He huffs, only have kidding. "My ass, my girl."

"I’m all yours." You barely need to turn to kiss him. He's right there beside you, his warmth seeping through your skin and going right to your bones. "And damn proud of it."

There is a sense of relief that washes through him at that is almost physical. He grins and hums. "Good." He holds out his hand for you to hold as you step back into the hot spring. "Never want that to change."

The water is divine, especially with the little workout you’ve had today, and you hum happily as he gets in beside you one more time. “Just keeping being you, baby. And it never will.”

******

Zach misses you by his side. The walk back had been more conversation. Sharing, and you had the unique ability to help him look back at his fallen brothers with a sense of bittersweet remembrance rather than anger. His surcoat fastened properly, and his finger run through his hair, he does not look like he has spent most of the day making love to you in the forest. However, Merlin lights up in a mischievous grin when he walks up to the old man. "I need to speak to you." He tells him, looking around.

“How intriguing.” The old man beckons him out of the hustle and bustle that swirls in the center of the main hall before supper time, over to the windows where ale sits ready by. “What business do you have with me, sir?” The twinkle in Merlin’s eye is unmistakable. The man can smell gossip.

His feet shuffle nervously and his rolls his shoulders before he looks into the old man's surprisingly vivid green eyes. "It's about Dandelion." He tells you quietly. "I need to know if there are any...customs that I need to be aware of." He murmurs. "Make sure I don't offend anyone."

Merlin doesn’t even try to hold in a broad smirk, letting it spread across his face like a victorious feline. “Well that all depends.” He tells the young knight, moving to pour two mugs of ale. “What about our Dandelion?”

"We want to be together." He's not ashamed of that. Would never be ashamed of that. You aren't something to be ashamed of. He just needs to know what he needs to do to make sure he won't be angering a king. "I'm aware that Camelot's customs are different from America's and I wish to not offend the king."

“You wish to marry?” A swift mix of relief and glee washes over the older man’s face, and he claps Zach’s shoulder in that universally masculine gesture of congratulations. “And the lady is in agreement?” After all, Camelot is not some barbarous war camp. A man attempting to force a woman into matrimony would more likely see the inside of a cell than the lady’s bed.

Zach nods quickly. "I would never force her to do anything that that she did not want to do." He promises Merlin. "I love her, I would rather never be allowed near her than force her into an unhappy union." He had picked up some of the speech patterns over the past few weeks, but still was more plain spoken that most were used to. "My honor as a knight."

“I believe most firmly that your honor is your strength.” Merlin practically beams, full of glee that he is the one being consulted with this question. “What would the traditions of America dictate?” He asks curiously.

"Marriage is not- always necessary." He admits, biting his lip. "We are much...more relaxed in our customs. Couples can live together without being married, if they wish." He tilts his head. "However, we are in Camelot and will honor the customs of the land that has so graciously given us quarter."

That perplexes the wizard momentarily, as he had thought that America was a nation of honour and knows you to be an affectionate woman, but he does not want to be disrespectful. “Arthur loves any reason for a celebration.” He tells the younger man with a grin. “And the union of the newest members of his court is a most joyful reason.” Rolling over the circumstances in his mind, Merlin sips his ale and nods thoughtfully. “His permission is not strictly necessary, but it is never a poor idea to flatter a king with more importance than is necessary in small matters.” Of course, he also knows that Arthur will jump at the chance to fully separate Gareth’s attachment to the bard, and Merlin has his own reasons for agreeing with that. “Ask his blessing tonight. I will make sure it is given freely and you shall have a wedding feast worthy of a knight of Camelot.”

"Should I ask publicly or ask the king quietly?" He wants to make sure that the king will not say no and is afraid that he might baulk at a public declaration.

“Oh, you needn’t bow in front of the high table and announce it to the Hall unless you wish to.” Although he can’t deny that that is an event he dearly desires to witness. “I will happily give up my seat beside him during the meal tonight so that you may speak privately.”

"No." Zach shakes his head. "I would rather make it public. I just did not wish to anger the king by overstepping my place."

Shaking his head, Merlin lifts his mug to toast the idea. “Not at all, my boy. A public declaration of love will delight the queen and give the king an excuse for joy.”

Lifting his own mug, Zach grins. "Well, we will see what the king has to say about it. I am hoping that there is no one opposing it." He lifts a brow and sends Merlin a look, obviously meaning Gareth.

“Every man in the kingdom could wish her for themself, but all would respect her choice.” Of that, Merlin is certain. The several members of the court who had shown interest in you in the past had respected your interest in Gareth, and now they would respect your countryman. If that was your choice.

That brings him a little relief and Zach takes a healthy swallow of the ale. “She wants to get married.” He tells Merlin confidently. “Well then tonight, you will see me confess my feelings to Arthur and beg him to let me marry your Dandelion.”

“It will be my honor to bear witness.” And it will make the rest of the future Merlin has seen that much easier to achieve.

He’s bolstered by the encouragement of the older man and grins to himself as he takes another large drink of his ale. “Do you think Arthur will want us to move out of the castle?” He asks, wondering if he needs to start cleaning the rooms above the workshop.

The question takes Merlin off guard a little, the gears in his mind already worked toward the next logical step, but he doesn’t show it. “There are other lodgings more suited to a family.” He says after a pause, tilting his head enigmatically at the knight. “A single room is no place to raise a babe.”

“No kids.” Zach shakes his head firmly. He has no clue what having children in this time would do to the future. “At least not right now.” He adds, not wanting to peak the old man’s curiosity. “I want her to myself for a while.”

“I do not wish to be indelicate,” the old man lowers his voice slightly. “But our - your - Dandelion is no longer a girl, Zachariah. One should not tarry too long; else the opportunity is lost forever.”

Right. Childbearing years were drastically shorter here than they were in modern times. “Just a few months.” Zach insists. “Just a small honeymoon.”

The wizard’s head quirks again, brows furrowing as he does not recognize the term, but he nods. “That is between you and your bride,” he allows as he sips his ale. “But I do believe the king will wish for you to have a home worthy of a family.”

Zach nods. “She will still wish to be the king’s bard.”

“That would be his only objection.” Merlin knows Arthur. He has for almost his entire life. The only objection this American knight would encounter is if he were attempting to take you away. That is a topic Merlin himself will have to breech with Arthur at a later date. “But since it is not her wish to end her service to the crown, I see only joy in your future.” There is a comfortable silence between the two men as people start to hustle into the hall. Dinner is near and Zach hums as he looks over the scene. People would kill to have this experience. It was surreal that he was here and about to ask King Arthur for his permission to marry you.

******

You had truly done your best to relax over the last hour or so, but it did no good. Tea has not come to England yet, but you had sat down with a cup of water boiled over your fire and steeped dried chamomile buds and marshmallow root to brew a soothing herbal tisane for your throat after spending all afternoon crying Zach’s name. The drink, calming as it was, did nothing to stop your heart racing with every thought of him - and you grinned to yourself when you ran a crude brush through your hair and freed a few bits of leaves and grass from being in the forest all day. You’ve missed him. You have actively missed Zach over the last hour that you’ve spent apart and walking into the Great Hall to see him standing with Merlin under the west windows makes you light up like a Christmas tree. But the agreement between you was not to give anything away, so you move to take your now-usual seat at the end of the long head table. No longer next to Gareth, but still a place of honour and recognition. Now you sit beside whatever dignitaries or visitors Camelot is hosting at the moment, there to entertain them and listen rapturously to their praise of your adopted kingdom. Well, you’ll do your best tonight. But the wandering holy man and healer from Londonium currently staying at the castle will have almost no command over your attention while Zach is in the room.

Zach fidgets slightly and Merlin grins at him when you walk in the hall. “Ahhhh I see.” He hums. “The ardor you posses is most assuredly returned by our fair bard.”

He can’t even take his eyes off of you as he nods. “Yeah. It’s definitely mutual.”

Arthur and Guinevere’s appearance in the Hall keeps you from getting across the room to Zach, and you end up settled in your seat by the healer with a dreamy expression plastered on your face that is extremely reminiscent of a middle school girl with her first crush.

Arthur and Guinevere both seem to be in high spirits and that makes Zach happy. “Your Majesty.” He murmurs to the queen. “You are looking splendid this fair evening.” He takes her hand and presses a kiss to the back of it.

“There was warmth enough today for a walk on the cliff side.” She reports happily, taking a sip of the mead that has been poured for her by one of the servants. “The spring is coming quickly, and it delights my weary bones.”

“I was enjoying nature myself today.” Zach tells her with a grin he can’t quite contain. “It was very refreshing.”

“Indeed?” The Queen’s smile is sunny and relaxed. “I hear from my nephews that your training proceeds most agreeably.”

“I have been surprised.” He admits with a small laugh at himself. “Honestly, I was afraid I might have been horrible.”

“The knights of America must be very different indeed.” It very much perplexed her how a vast and powerful kingdom could have knights who were not trained with a sword, but even Guinevere was willing to admit that she did not possess all the knowledge in the world. “But you have been blessed with a warrior’s spirit, and an honourable heart.”

"America is vastly different." He thinks about what the knights would think of the modern weapons that he was skilled with. "And I thank you for the praise." He nods toward her and steals a glance over at where you are sitting, unable to help himself when his smile widens.

Guinevere’s eyes follow his, smiling discreetly to find his gaze falling on you at the end of the table. “Did you have company in nature today?” She asks, recognizing that look in a young man’s eyes and knowing it has been some days since you were in a condition to enjoy your customary walks.

“I did. Dandelion was very gracious in accompanying me.” He admits, unable to deny it. “I am hoping that she will be joining me on several more walks.”

“I am sure she would not deny you.” Guinevere’s keen eye has not missed or mistaken the affectionate you hold for your countryman, and Arthur had informed her of his denial of Gareth’s request a few weeks ago. “It is good for such a loving heart to find a like mind.”

“I am hoping to speak with Arthur tonight.” Zach confesses, having a soft spot for the queen. He knows that she has her own mired issues, but she was almost like a mother to him.

“Oh, do.” Her face all but lights up, and the way she squeezes his arm under her deceptively strong hand is full of excitement and pride. “We could use a reason to celebrate, and I do love a wedding.” Strange but kind, Zachariah is the sort of earnest man that is sorely lacking in today’s society, according to the queen. She will fully oversee these celebrations, if only to lavish a little happiness on the sweet man.

"Should I speak to him now, or wait until after our lord king has eaten?" He asks his wife, knowing she will enjoy being a part of it as well.

“I should let him eat. Nothing puts Arthur in so good a mood as a venison pie and he will be of such a jolly constitution for the question that you are assured of a happy answer.” Not that she thought her husband would deny the knight in the first place, but it never hurt to have him in a good mood.

"Then are our meal it shall be." Zach picks up Guinevere's hand and kisses the back of it. "Thank you, my lady. I would not be able to be in this position without the kindness you have shown me. From the first day I arrived you have made me feel like a member of your family."

“If God had blessed me with a son, I should have wished him to have the kindness and quickness of mind as you have shown.” To whatever of her own destiny depends on being motherless, Guinevere has resigned herself - but that has not stopped her from looking upon the young Knights of the Round Table as the sons of her heart. And she knows Arthur will surely speed his decision to offer this young American a seat at that table with the coming celebration. “I hope you will not object to a lavish wedding gift,” she smiles fondly. “It is a Queen’s privilege to spoil those she chooses.”

There is a twinkle in Zach’s eyes as he flashes the queen a boyish grin. “I will be happy to accept any type of celebration you wish.” His eyes find yours again. “The prize is worth it.”

You grin down the table at him, flushing right down to your toes as you remember your perfect afternoon and have to wonder what he is talking to Guinevere about tonight. She enjoys tales from his home and when he spins the plots of his favourite books into stories for her, but you hope tonight he might be talking about you. Getting her reassurance that Arthur won’t object to some kind of union, whatever that would be in his kingdom. There hasn’t been a wedding at the castle since you arrived, so hell if you know what to expect.

Sending you a wink, he turns his attention back to Guinevere to find her looking at him fondly. "Young love is beautiful." She tells him, a slightly wistful tone in her voice for days long gone by. "Cherish and nurture it and your moments together." He can't even describe how that advice resonates with him. It is some that he will not take lightly, because only you and he know how amazing it is to have found each other.

When the king is halfway or so through his meal, he raps his knuckles on the table and turn his head down toward you with a smile. “A song, my Dandelion!” He insists, obviously in a jolly mood. “I’m told my nephew won a tune today in the sparring ring against your countryman.”

“He did, your Majesty.” You nod down the table, offering Gareth a friendly smile, never wishing him to think you bear him any ill will at all.

Won is not exactly the word that Zach would use, but he's not going to argue with the phrase Arthur decided to use. He will wait until the song is past, give Gareth this last moment with you before the romantic connection is severed completely. He knows that once Arthur gives his permission, there is nothing that would change that.

Pushing back from the table, you pick up the lute that sits on its stand in the Great Hall under the windows for when Arthur orders music from you or the minstrels. It’s one of the two instruments you’ve picked up since arriving in Camelot, made much easier by the fact that you picked up guitar in college. Come Away with Me is a simple song, but beautiful, and Norah Jones’s lyrics required only a little tweaking because busses don’t exist yet. But it’s sweet, and slow, and the Hall quiets down for you to sing the favoured song.

Zach sits enraptured by the sound of your voice and what passes for a guitar in Camelot. It's a bit tinnier than the modern equivalent but it's still gorgeous when it's paired with your voice and those recognizable lyrics. Every eye is on you, absorbing your words around love. The woman he loves is in the spotlight here in this Great Hall and he loves to see it. Pride radiating through him.

What counts for applause in the Great Hall of Arthur’s castle is raucous even for moment of softness, and Gawain and Yvain are two of the loudest offenders as they pound their fists on the table and clap their hands in applause when the song is done. You curtsy deeply to the head table, expecting another song choice or for a particular tempo to be ordered - likely something upbeat to match the king’s mood.

"Your Majesty." Zach stands, his chair scraping on the stone floor as he stands. Heads turns towards him, and he straightens his coat and decides to walk out from around the table so that he can see Arthur's eyes. "If you will allow me to interrupt the entertainment." He asks as he comes in front of the table and halts in the middle of the floor so that everyone can see him.

“With good reason, I hope?” There’s no malice in the king’s voice, only playful chiding.

Very, very good fucking reason. You can’t help the splitting grin on your face, barely biting your lip to keep it back. You set down your lute, keeping to the side so as not to interrupt whatever words Zach has prepared over the last hour. Whatever he has talked to the queen about over supper.

"I believe that love is best of reasons." Zach tells the king. "While my countryman, your Dandelion, and I have our own traditions from America, we respect Camelot and your leadership of this kingdom too much to not look to you for permission." He inclines his head respectfully. "I am in love with your bard and wish to ask you, your Majesty, for your royal blessing." His heart is pounding in his chest, and he swears that there is a moment where he is almost lightheaded with giddy anticipation. "Will you allow me the honor of taking your Dandelion as my bride?"

Arthur’s hand immediately goes to his own bride, his large fingers closing around her hand in that small, sentimental gesture of a man who has been reminded that not everyone in the world has lost the spark of new love. He motions for you to approach, two fingers crooked in your direction, and you hate the nervousness in your steps as you move to stand next to Zach in front of the head table. “What do your traditions say of this request?” He asks you, looking between you and Zach in front of him.

“In terms of permissions, sire?” There are plenty of American traditions that won’t be followed here, but that doesn’t bother you in the least. All that matters is that you get to be with Zach. One way or another. “The gentleman should ask permission of the lady’s father, but as your Majesty will remember, I am an orphan.”

“Indeed.” Arthur had not forgotten that point, reported to him by his disappointed nephew. “And where do American traditions stand on the acceptance of the lady to a gentleman’s proposal?”

You smile, knowing that Arthur holds a fairly progressive view of women’s place in a marriage considering it’s the fifth century. “It is mandatory, sire. But as grateful members of your court, we seek your blessing of our love as well.”

“So, this does not come to you as a surprise.” Arthur nods and looks over at Guinevere with a smile when his wife gives him corresponding look.

“No, my lord.” Shaking your head, you glance over at Zach and let the happy smile spread over your face. “No surprise. Only the gladness in my heart at having found the man I wish to marry.”

Zach doesn’t miss the way that Gareth’s head drops down out of the corner of his eyes, seeing that the man’s shoulders round in defeat. He feels bad, guilty for his happiness, but he knows that the other man is destined to find his own love. A woman who is his match, like you are Zach’s.

Doing this in front of Gareth is going to give you a guilty stomach ache for sure, but it’s better that you treat him like any other friendly figure in your life than do this privately and have to seek him out specially to give him the news yourselves. All you want to do is burrow under Zach’s arm and hug his side, living in his warmth and the comfort of having him close, but you stay a respectful few inches away while Arthur sweetly kisses the back of his wife’s hand and smiles broadly.

“I see no reason to deny you.” He tells the young knight, nodding in approval. “As your positions in this court are assured, it is my sincerest hope that this union bring happiness to God and new subjects to our kingdom.”

“Thank you, your Majesty.” Zach wants to pull you close, but he also knows that he doesn’t want to cause Gareth anymore pain than necessary until the knight has time to process the news. Instead, he takes your hand and brings it up for a kiss.

The king calls for the minstrels to play, and you have a feeling he would consider it bad form to ask you to perform your own congratulatory entertainment. But the band of musicians, ever playful, strikes up one of the tunes you taught them. The sweet, slow, instrumental version of Can’t Help Falling in Love is nothing like Elvis intended, but perfect for this moment.

Zach hums the melody. His own voice is definitely not up to par, but he knows the words. “Wise men say, only fools rush in.” His words start off lower, but he takes your hand and cannot help but pull you into his arms, feeling as if this is almost a first dance at your reception even though you are not married yet. The second stanza, his voice is matching the music. “But I can’t help, falling in love with you.”

“Shall I stay, would it be a sin…” You’ve sung this song more times than you can count. It’s a favourite here at court as well as one that you covered frequently when you had managed to actually get a gig back in LA. But it hits deeper in this moment, as Zach’s arms come around you and his own chest rumbles softly with the words as you both sing along. “If I can’t help, falling in love with you.” A small moment of something silent goes between both of you, and Zach lifts your arm to one side and steps forward, transforming the momentum of the way he’s holding you into a dance. Into a waltz in front of the entire court of Camelot.

Never again would he make fun of boy bands for singing and dancing. While a waltz is a hell of a lot more tame than some of the dance moves he's seen on a stage, it still takes a hell of a lot more effort to keep his voice on pitch while he is moving. "Like a river flow, surely to the sea." He sings out, guiding you around the open area and knowing that every eye in the hall is on you and him. "Darling, so it goes. Some things are meant to be."

This dance belongs in a time capsule. Held onto for an eternity. And it can’t even be videotaped. It will fall away, forgotten by everyone but the two of you and you know it will be repeated in late nights in front of a fire or lazy Sunday mornings while Zach is distracting you from making breakfast by turning on this song and pulling you into his arms. History will forget that time two people danced to an anachronistic love song in King Arthur’s castle, but you never will.

"Take my hand, take my whole life too." Zach croons. "For I can't help, falling in love with you." It's officially the song that he will forever link with you. Tears forming in his eyes as he watches you, the entire hall faded from his consciousness, to where only you and he exist in this moment.

“For I can’t help falling in love with you…” It’s true. In an odd sort of way. You fell in love with him without even realizing it - just the perfect combination of things in the right man that you never thought you would find. He’s your fairy tale. Prince Charming that dropped out of nowhere and into your life at the moment he was supposed to and not a minute sooner. As the music ends and your feet slowly still, you push up on your toes to kiss him. Forgetting everything else in the world but the man you love.

The applause brings him back to the moment and he flushes slightly, unused to feeling of letting others hear his voice. "Well, that was new." He murmurs.

“I thought you couldn’t sing?” You whisper back, grinning at him with flushed cheeks.

“Not well.” He tells you with a grin. “It’s better to listen to a cat howling.”

“Well, I loved it.” Ignoring the rest of the world for one more minute, you steal another chaste kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Zach promises, nudging his nose against yours before he turns away, taking your hand so both of you can face the royal table.

“Splendid!” Guinevere applauds along with the rest of the hall and Arthur’s fist pounds the table in time, but you studiously avoid looking to the king’s left where Gawain and Gareth are sitting.

There is a moment after the applause dies down that Arthur stands. "Camelot shall have a wedding feast in one week's time!" He announces.

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