summary: clark kent doesnât do well with jealousy- never has, probably never will. mentioning the gross regular at the upscale bar where you work seemed harmless. but when clark shows up with a sheepish smile and tense jaw, you realise it probably meant more to him than you thought.
clark kent x girlfriend ! reader
themes: jealousy, jealousy, jealousy! domestic fluff, established relationship, very subtle nods to smut, with some scott miller thrown in!
You shouldnât have told him.
Well, okay- thatâs slightly dramatic. Of course you should have. You did the right thing; if it was the other way around, and a girl at the Daily Planet made it her personal vendetta to be on your sweet, bumbling boyfriendâs radar for three weeks in a row, youâd want him to tell you.
It was the right thing to do.
The only thing to do.
Right?
âRight.â Clark echoes mindlessly, his eyes drifting far away from you in a way that makes your heart ache and your eyes narrow.
Heâs always too sweet, your Clark. Always too polite, too hesitant to tell you how he really feels.
On this occasion, you let him off. Figure itâs better to let him sit in it, cool off, before continuing the inevitable conversation of So, what are we going to do about it? a lot later.
Thereâs nothing you can do, unfortunately. It makes you feel helpless and stuck and very, very angry at the world- but at the end of the day, Scott is a customer. A paying customer. One that smacks his gum a little too loud and looks you up and down every chance he gets, but a customer all the same.
You wonder what business he has plaguing your hotel bar three (nearing four) weeks in a row now. Youâve never seen him before. Nobody comes to the Regis for a casual drink unless theyâre there on business; a key to one of the overtly expensive rooms tucked in the back pocket of a slack trouser.
Scott isnât a guest. Nor is he a bar regular. He is just a very annoying man, with a very smug grin, and a very disgusting entitlement to your sweet, uncomfortable attention.
Your shift tonight starts at 8pm.
Usually, Clark gets home just after six, and he brings you a bagel and a smoothie and doesnât let you have them until you reach up on your tiptoes and press glossed lips against his. He doesnât usually let you plate it up yourself, either; he perches you carefully on a bar stool and does it for you. Everything bagel (extra cream cheese, light on the salmon) on your favourite plate, the paper straw in your drink swiftly replaced by a glass one with a heart.
âYouâre one bagel away from turning into one.â is a teasing joke he likes to say often, eliciting a sweet little eye roll from you and a light laugh.
Youâre treasure, Clark says. He makes it known to you too, through kisses and cuddles and pecks on the cheek that you have to fight against to eat your bagel. And when youâve finally finished your food and slurped up the drink, thatâs when he can have your full attention, every bit of it, before you have to get ready and he happily drives you to work.
You donât typically work this late. Itâs a one-off, some big business event on the top floor thatâs lasted a week longer than expected, meaning a whole week more of missed dinners and missed plans and overall, missing your boyfriend.
So when Clark texts you at 5:30pm, a sweet rambling of apologies that end in a very flustered So sorry, baby. Iâll make it up to you when I pick you up at 1. Love you. You canât find it in your heart to be upset with him. You just hail a cab and slot inside, fingers drumming mindlessly on your exposed lap.
The uniform could be a lot worse, especially for a bartender. The Regis is a five-star utopia of crystal chandeliers, polished silverware and bellboys that are addressed only by their surnames- youâre almost glad to have only the responsibility of popping open a four-hundred dollar bottle of wine every now and then.
Even so, you keep a firm grip on the bottom of your pencil skirt, sleek black pumps clacking against the linoleum floor.
Itâs busy. Much busier than a usual Thursday evening, but you convince yourself you donât mind. More room to be busy. More things to do in the time you have to kill. Bartending isnât your dream job by any means, but at the moment it pays for all the good things in life- you could have it a lot worse.
You think of Clark. Sweet, handsome, beautiful Clark, who is probably working so hard at his desk right now that it makes your chest ache. Brows furrowed, pen gnawed at and forgotten between his beautiful plush lips. You imagine the way he types; thick fingers soft and precise, the backspace bare because he always seems to know exactly what to say. He doesnât make mistakes- youâve seen him write in person. He just makes whateverâs lacking⊠better.
Naturally, your stomach flutters at the thought.
Sam greets you with bright eyes and an even more radiant smile, blonde hair falling in waves past her sharp shoulders as you walk towards her and reach for a glass to polish.
Sheâs beautiful, Samara; with her big blue eyes and pointed chin and great knack for conversation. Sheâs also the only one you can call a true friend here, so you like to keep her very close.
âYouâre late,â she jokes, sharp elbow digging softly into your own. âHow big was that bagel?â
Faux offense floods your features, âIâm right on time!â
âLate for you,â she nudges you playfully, head nodding towards a part of the bar you canât quite see from where you are. âYour man beat you here.â
âHa-ha,â you deadpan immediately, eyes beginning a roll, âVery funny. Youâre on Scott duty tonight.â
âWha- no!â the realisation is quick to dawn, âNo. Absolutely not. I was on Scott duty last night.â
âMhm. Thatâs the price you pay for making that joke,â youâre dramatic about it, a heavy sigh you donât mean falling from your lips.
âWhat joke?â
âThe heâs my man joke,â you fold your arms, half-polished pint glass forgotten on the counter. âItâs dumb and not funny.â
A smirk falls on her lips then, eyes falling away from, âWasnât a joke, dummy. Your man is here. Your real one.â
Youâre about to bombard her with even more confusion- lest you actually check yourself and come eye-to-eye with the irritatingly vainglorious Scott Miller- but sheâs called away by the ding of a kitchen bell quicker than you can stop her.
With an amused shake of your head, your eyes scan the otherwise empty tables; the polishing cloth almost falling from your grasp when your eyes finally settle on the delicious sight a mere ten steps away from you.
Clark.
He isnât back at the Planet at all, surrounded by his too-small desk and countless pictures of you in neat little gold frames, sipping sludgy coffee from a chipped work mug.
Clark is here; right in the middle of your workplace, his blazer slung carefully over the back of his chair, the rich wood ever so slightly creaking under his ginormous frame. He practically dwarfs his laptop; all 6â4, 240 pounds of superhuman beef.
His briefcase sits gingerly on the floor next to his feet, polished leather a lovely chocolate brown that matches his sensible loafers. Your body relaxes at the mere vision of him; this Kryptonian God that practically kisses the ground you walk on and would tilt the world on itâs axis just to fit your needs- here, on a work night, undoubtedly for you.
Itâs almost an innate reaction, the two steps forward you take. And itâs also very Clark to sense you on a whole other plane, because his head tilts up like a puppy ready to play, blue eyes roaming the bar.
They find you almost immediately as a breath catches in your throat. Together three years, one month before your fourth and still, the way he looks at you makes every moment feel like the first.
He lifts his arm up to wave, no doubt refraining from being a full distraction. He knows his mere presence is enough to knock you off balance completely.
Youâre about to do the same, the warmth in your chest threatening to burst, when-
âUsual, sweetheart. Make it neat, no ice, yeah?â
The invisible capsule encompassing you both collapses. Thereâs a voice; a deep, daunting, degrading voice that has the power to contort your expressions into one of pure disgust in milliseconds.
You smell him before you see him, all seventy-four spritzes of his overpriced Hugo Boss cologne. The scent of that minty clump of rubber he seems to always chew on follows soon after, as he winks at you and adjusts the cap on his head.
StormPAR, it reads. You shudder. Itâs scarily fitting for a man capable of turning the sunniest of days into a cyclone.
You freeze, goosebumps rising along your shoulders. Clark is out of sight, but you can picture him perfectly in your mind.
Alert. Tense. Maybe even frowning slightly. Your heartbeat falters- not from fear, but irritation at the man in front of you. Clark doesnât know that. Heâs probably listening anyway, waiting for that moment when your pulse skips a beat just a little too long, so he can rush to your side with a concerned smile and a cold shoulder pointed towards Scott.
Still sweet. Still gentle. Still very much Clark.
Except what happens next is something you never could have predicted.
You give a small nod, lips pursed in a tight line because exactly three weeks ago, you shot him a kind smile that he immediately took as an invitation to try and get more out of you.
Itâs dirty. Itâs disgusting. Itâs StormPARâs poster boy for disaster- and yet, here he is, your only customer at the bar. Unfortunately, you donât have much of a choice.
You reach for the whiskey, trying to keep it together for the ten seconds spent pouring and mixing. Itâs not the usual Johnnie Walker or Jack Daniels favoured by suited businessmen; this is something expensive, Japanese, its name foreign and sharp. The glass is special, polished long in advance, kept apart from the rest of the dishwasher-bound crockery.
You slide it over to Scott without your eyes ever meeting his. He grins and itâs toothy and wide, and in another lifetime you might visually find him not vile- but in this life, he may as well be a fire-breathing dragon with a venomous bite and even worse gaze.
The knocks the whiskey back in one. The glass staggers alongside the table towards you, so quick that you just about manage to block it with a startled elbow.
âAnother, princess.â he winks.
Clark tenses. You donât even have to look at him to know heâs probably standing stiff, brows furrowed, pupils pointed over his glasses.
âMake it two, actually. Got nowhere to be now that youâre here.â
A grimace fills the lower half of your face. Youâre about to turn away to pour the next glass, but the sound of a different voice altogether stops you.
âYou always talk to people that way?â
Itâs warm. Familiar. Itâs a megaphoned version of the one that whispers in your ear late at night, gentle and patient and slow and always accompanied by a baby or a hon; a voice notorious for both talking you through it and providing you gentle comfort right after. In this instance, itâs still a blanket of comfort, but in a very different way; something soft and safe thrown over a very icy situation.
Clark slides onto the stool beside Scott like he has every right to be there. Your mouth practically falls open.
His shoulders are relaxed, hands loose against the bar. Whatever article had his full attention not even five minutes ago is completely forgotten now, lost in the shut laptop behind him. Ink lines the grooves of his palm, fresh from attempting to amend print far too soon.
Thereâs no tension in him at first glance. He doesnât look angry, though you know better than that.
Scottâs eyebrow raises as he turns toward him.
âWhatâs it to you?â
Clark can take him. Easily. Beneath that bashful gaze and blinking blue eyes is a man who is so used to protecting you that it comes second nature to him. If it comes to that, you know he wouldnât hesitate.
Clark hums softly, like heâs considering Scottâs words. Then he glances at you, a silent check-in without uttering a single word, and something in his expression changes. Itâs not soft nor does it harden- it doesnât even twist inside out.
You realise then and there that the outcome of this situation is entirely dependent on you. It relies on what you want him to do, what exactly you want to happen- unfortunately, youâre too tense right now to give him any sort of clear signal.
âItâs not complicated,â he says, turning back, voice still mild. âJust need to watch your tone.â
Thereâs no bite in his words, but itâs louder than his initial statement. The times you and Clark have argued are very few and far between, but not once has he raised his voice at you or spoken with his tongue dipped in venom.
Hearing it for the very first time is slightly exhilarating.
Scott leans back, sizing him up, âDidnât realise she had a guard dog.â
Clark smiles at that, lips curving upwards in the kind of smile that should belong on a farm under open skies and humming cicadas, not here under dim bar lights and repetitive jazz music.
âShe doesnât,â he says easily. âThatâs not what this is.â
âThen-â
âSheâs a lady. You donât speak to a lady like that.â
It throws Scott, just for a second. Enough for the bravado to falter, for the narrowed eyes under the cap to soften around the edges. You find yourself watching them both, this intense silence growing and filling the air with a thick tension.
Clark doesnât move closer. Doesnât even square up; someone built like your boyfriend doesnât need to.
He just sits there, as calm as the saxophones acting as background noise between you, one hand resting against the bar like he could stay all night if he had to.
âLook, man-â
âYouâre gonna stop,â Clark interjects gently, somehow still polite- only now thereâs something unshakeable threaded through it. âYouâll ask her right, or you wonât ask at all.â
The air tightens. And Scott scoffs- but itâs weaker this time, eyes flicking between the two of you before he grabs the edge of the bar and pushes himself up. âWhatever, man.â
He doesnât ask for another drink.
He doesnât even look back at you as he stalks off- head slightly hung, eyes darting this way and that in quiet anticipation of witnesses.
You both watch him go for a moment. Itâs only until Scott turns the corner, gives one last fleeting glance your way and ducks his head out of the double doors that finally, a soft exhale leaves the man beside you.
When Clark turns back to you, itâs like the tension was never there. Itâs just him again.
Gentle Clark. Sweet Clark. Yours.
âYou okay?â he asks, his voice so low and careful it reaches deep in the pit of your stomach and twists in the best way. A big, warm hand reaches over the counter and rests on top of your own.
You canât help it; you smile.
âThank you.â
His eyebrow raises. âYou never need to thank me for taking care of you.â
Maybe tomorrow, you'll kiss him a little longer before taking a bite of your bagel.
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warnings: 18+, smut, fem!reader, post-canon, sexism, reader lives alone which makes no sense in the time period but we look past that!, reader has a cat and a brother for plot purposes, 1800s, self-hatred, a lot of worldbuilding, switch of povs, angst with a happy ending!!, accidental voyeurism, masturbation (f), cumming untouched, monster sex, virgin!reader, virgin!adam, p in v sex, dry humping, etc.
summary: after victor's passing, adam finally forgives himself, but continues to be ostracized by society. once again, he ventures out, this time taking on the role of a watchful shadow near a lonely girl's shed, praying to a god he doesn't believe in he can at least keep her safe.
wc: 10.5k
it had taken a few days of endless walking for adam to find his way back to habitable land.
acceptance had been a difficult task to confront throughout his journey, with him unable to truly forgive himself in the way he had promised his creator. forgiveness was something innate he had felt deep within him from the moment of his conception, yet he could not understand how to afford himself such grace.
the wind and storms he fought against on his way to refuge had been nothing but a small nuisance in comparison to his endless internal turmoil. now that victor was gone, adam had truly lost all he had once known. all that remained was a never-ending journey of wandering until he found his next temporary home.
it came sooner than expected. four days, five nights, and adam had found what he believed to appear like a familiar sight.
the small cottage, secluded from all else, looked eerily similar to one he had once called home. it brought horrid memories, made him retract to himself as his heavy steps towards it continued.
despite his better judgment, he continued his path. his body ached for rest. it had not known peace for moths, not as it continued chasing after his creator, not after it delivered torturous harm to victor in his aim to make him listen. it had been months since he'd last laid to rest, surviving on minimal rations of food and attempting to overcome the frigid weather.
he did not allow himself to ponder on the consequences of his presence. he entered the empty shed next to the cottage, extracted heart pounding as if it were his own as he walked in, steps familiar to those he'd taken right before meeting his first friend.
thoughts of the old man plagued him as he left the warmth consume him. his tired limbs dropped down, body laid in defeat inside the empty refuge as emotions began to overtake him. he patted his head in an attempt to comfort himself, traced his own cheeks in a similar fashion as to how elizabeth had done, but none of it brought him true peace.
emotionally hurt and physically maimed, adam allowed sleep to overtake him. fear was not something he truly knew, â not from others, only towards himself â so the ability to mind any possible dangers that could've been near had left him long ago. he hadn't bothered to check for inhabitants of the cottage, nor had he truly minded if he awoke to a shriek and yet another attempt on his life. he hoped the next one would be the decisive one, but let his eyes fall shut knowing that would not be the case.
-
slight commotion arose him early in the next morning. his ears had grown attuned to the smallest of noises, his body usually able to travel whilst he avoided creating these noises on his own. his steps fell silent, unlike those of the owner of the cottage.
from his secluded corner in the shed, he had no view of whoever was on the other side of the wall that connected the two structures. the low sound of their steps didn't tell him enough, didn't inform him of the sort of reaction he'd get if he were to make his presence known.
from his limited experiences, he'd come to know that men had a more brusque reaction to his existence, often opting to attack and attempt on his life. women, on the other hand, usually shrieked in terror, terrified of what the monster might do to them.
even the reminder was enough to make him shiver. despite growing used to such treatment, it never became easier. the loneliness slowly ate up at him, amplified now that he knew that every person he ever esteemed was gone from this earth; each being somehow at his own hand.
his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden knock of a wooden door, followed by a few harsher steps and the consequent screech of hinges. he rushed to the door of his refuge, peeking through the small opening that allowed him view of the entrance of the cottage. it was a reminiscent act.
there, he was met with the back of a body. a male, victor's age, or perhaps a little older based on the limited view he had of his side profile.
but the man was of little consequence to adam. it was the person standing before him that caught his attention, that caused his breath to catch and his mouth to open in a silent gasp.
it was a woman. her body was adorned with a dress, one of lesser quality than those he recalled seeing elizabeth don. even from the small distance, her hair appeared soft, as did her skin. he could feel the texture of her touch even as he grew unfamiliar with human contact in general. he found himself reminiscing on the feeling, aching for it without meaning to.
there was an immediate effect in seeing you, in seeing the worry in your eyes. there was fear in them too, as you looked to the strange man who'd come knocking on your door. it caused an immediate reaction in adam. it pained him to see it, made him want to remedy it, created that monstrous feeling inside him he had let fester upon his wish to take revenge against his creator.
that same rage had died as soon as he'd forgiven his maker, ultimately forgiving himself too.
but that look in your eyes, it brought it back.
"why must you chase me into my home to bother me so?" were the first words adam ever heard from you.
there was a desperate whisper in your words. he wanted to hear more, but wished for the distress to leave your tone.
"it's early in the morning, it's most improper for you to be here-" you continued, interrupted.
the man took a confident step forward as he spoke, your flinch at his proximity either going unnoticed by him, or simply uncared for. his voice carried a similar air to confidence as did his demeanor. adam was unfamiliar with such a feeling.
"you must know all forms of impropriety, must you not? living alone, nearing the age of a spinster, hiding out from proper society," he began, voice a bark as he went on, "the village speaks of your impropriety, of the malice you must carry chasing away your one and every suitor. you should consider yourself lucky i remain one of the last willing to conform with your sinking stature in society."
suitor.
adam had heard of such a term a few times before. the various books he'd read during that winter spent with the old man had spoken of romances, as he'd called them â they delved into these ideas.
spinsters, suitors, courtship. the terms ranged from unfamiliar to not, but somehow he still understood. society had levels, standards to be upheld. he understood his place in society, finding himself alone at its best hidden corner.
but you? a lonesome woman, carrying beauty as you did, it made no sense to adam that you'd receive such tactless treatment from this unknown man. and against all prior experience, he found himself immediately understanding why you'd chase away suitors such as this one. victor didn't deserve elizabeth in the same manner that this man didn't deserve you.
you lived alone, he understood by then. your separation from society was a personal choice, as stated by the man. adam had a hard time understanding why one would wish to condemn themselves to loneliness. it'd haunted him from the day of his conception, promising him a life of secluded misery. but he did not dare judge you, not when your peace was disrupted in the way he was currently witnessing.
you cleared your throat, hands gripping at your door, keeping it from fully opening in some form of defense against outside dangers. adam wished to rid you of this danger, be it a man, a wolf, a monster such as himself.
"i do not wish to marry a man in search for the hefty dowry my brother intends to settle. i will live alone until i find a suitor who may carry the burden of life with me, not one who may add to it. i ask you to leave me to my recluse state," you mustered out.
though your voice wavered slightly, adam sat in awe at the commanding tone your voice had taken. this was a choice. your loneliness was the result of undeserving company. this, he could understand. it sparked a hope inside him, one ridiculous and dim, that perhaps he could be worthy to keep you company.
he clenched his fist and lightly tapped it against his temple upon the mere thought. such things were not meant for him. he was not supposed to allow his imagination to take him there.
the man scoffed, making adam frown. he did not want things to escalate. he'd be forced to act, to ensure your safety while giving himself away. he'd be recreating painful memories in the name of a woman he'd only just met. one that had no awareness of his existence (and was better off as is).
"you wench-" he huffed, "i will only hold so much patience for your insolence! your good breeding will only bend a man so much! i will give you until the end of the season, or you shall meet the consequences!"
there was a slight feeling to his words that struck adam. the threats, the lack of understanding. it brought him back to his every engagement with his maker. it made him recoil in your name while also causing that fury burning in him to grow.
upon his last words, the man marched away, huffing as he left you standing there, eyes wide and breath heavier than it'd been upon first opening your door. adam disliked the deterioration in your demeanor.
when you closed the door, you sighed and went further into your home, causing adam to silently chase after you from within the cottage. he crawled akin to the creature that he was and followed the sound of your movements through the wall. he was fortunate to find various ridges along the walls that allowed him a view upon your person.
there, he was met with your form as you walked further inside. you looked crestfallen, peace disturbed and demeanor low.
suddenly, a small figure jumped down from a surface out of adam's view. it crawled on all fours, heading in your direction. despite its sudden appearance startling adam, it looked inoffensive enough to not spark worry in him.
"god, it- i cannot believe he followed me here, kitty! this place grows less and less safe with the passing of days," you spoke to the creature, not pausing as you if you expected no response, "perhaps the presence of a man would help. i continue to struggle to cut the wood that keeps us warm- and the wolves will begin their return as winter rolls around. the men may also stop coming around if i take in a suitor of my own, but," you rambled, suddenly passing and letting your body slump back on a wooden chair, "there is no kind soul in that village who i could possibly gift myself to."
the critter looked to you quizzically, emitting a soft sound that formed a smile on your face.
"you are right, kitty. the one will come. i just need to keep us afloat in the meantime."
the critter made its sound once more, drawing a laugh out of you. it made adam's heart stutter.
foolishly, he caught himself drawn to you. his affections immediately grew, heart soaring for your lamentations, aching to remedy each and every one.
from that day on, adam selfishly remained hidden in your emptied shed. the circumstance made his heart ache, far too similar to the days in which he cared for the old man and his family. the aftermath of such events drew a saddened sigh out of him.
but, even then, he could not bring himself to put his feelings above yours.
you were his to care for, he'd decided. he'd be selfish. he'd aid you without your knowledge, foolishly hoping that one day he could provide you with the same protections a suitor would.
with the passing of weeks, you felt his presence.
at the beginning, you were unsure as to the source of the sudden aid in your daily life. small tasks were completed before you could even ponder in taking charge.
the wood was consistently cut and laid upon your doorstep, your cow thoroughly milked, eggs from your chickens gathered, wolves out of sight.
and, somehow, visits from suitors had seized for the time being.
on your occasional voyages to the village, you'd continue to receive attention from the men seeking your hand. your brother allowed you to look past them, to stay in the small manor isolated from all other society as you awaited for a suitor of your liking. you were lucky in that regard, but the incessant proposals did unnerve you any time you made your way back to society.
it had, however, been a while since that particular nuisance had followed you back home.
whispers of a strange presence began to circulate shortly after the various improvements to your life mysteriously arrived. you didn't care for town gossip (as it pertained to your person on occasion), but this in particular had caught your attention.
the tale told of a lumberjack. a hunter, maybe? or perhaps a lonely traveler. it spoke of the trails of dead wolves, the series of chopped down trees and sudden lack of fish in the pond near the village â at this, you recalled the basket made of twigs you'd found outside of your home full of fish, the lack of wolves, the perfectly chopped wood.
it was after that you truly noticed him; a shadow tethering around the edges of your brother's secluded property.
nary a soul wandered about these parts, with you being its sole inhabitant.
you'd awoken one early morning before the sun had risen. and when you wandered inside your home, you'd found yourself at your window, peeking out and finding a peculiar sight in the near distance.
a large figure covered by various layers of mismatched hide sulked around, chopping wood from trees a few meters off your land. the distance, combined with his face coverings, did not allow you a proper look at your mysterious angel, but you did not need a better look to become enamored by him.
you watched from afar for a small while, saw him go from task to task without as much as breaking a sweat. he gathered water from a well, picked berries, collected wood, somehow managed to milk your stubborn cows, ultimately dropping off every collected item just near enough to your home that there'd be no confusion as to who the collection was meant for.
the figure was big, overwhelmingly so. his brown locks covered the small amount of freed skin upon his face, keeping his eyes mostly out of sight. but in the few instances you managed to catch a glimpse, you couldn't bring yourself to look away.
there was a peculiar shine to one of his eyes, glowing in the same manner kitty's did late into the night. but even this strange feature did not deter you. his heart shone through his actions, his demeanor decided yet dejected. it made you ache inside. you wanted nothing more but to lure him into your home, to take him in and show him your gratitude in whichever manner felt proper upon having him in your vicinity.
his acts of kindness were acted upon with a selfless nature. there was no way for you to catch onto who took such good care of you, resulting in his work going thankless. it made your heart soar, made you ache to open your home to him and make him your official caretaker; to care for him in return.
you felt shame burn through you then.
it was entirely improper how you felt towards the unknown man. you did not know him from adam. but even then, the feelings flowering within you were there. no man, no being had ever cared for you in such a way. your parents, long gone, did not respect you enough to give you independence (which, unfairly, most ladies did not possess). your brother, although he allowed your liberty in the small abode secluded from society, did not show much care past that. the many suitors chasing after you held no respect for you, guided by a mixture of lust and a greed for your dowry.
this man, however, did not know you. he was a recluse, maybe even more so than you. he aided you, expecting no thanks in return. your every fear of danger had alleviated solely due to him. you felt a greed towards him that you never had before.
that emptiness within you dissolved with the passing days. ever since that first day you'd spotted him from a distance, you'd fallen for him. he was the wholeness you'd been aching for ever since fleeing the nuisances proper society provided you with.
you did not wish to scare him away, unknowing of the proper manner in which to approach his person. but you could not take any risks.
his demeanor alone told you about his past wounds. he carried himself guarded, body slumped over in needless shame, shy approach to friendship as he kept himself hidden from you.
what had broken you the most had been an instance mere days ago.
you'd taken up to watching him through your window, â only allowing yourself a few minutes in order to conceal your knowledge of him lest you scare him away â cooing at the way he'd approach your cows, how he'd occasionally have a trail of bunnies or rodents following him around.
it was during one of these early mornings that he'd accidentally knocked over a pole near your corral. his flinch broke your heart, the small, almost inaudible whimper leaving his lips destroyed your insides. the hurry in which he went to fix his error made you itch to run to him, to assure him that an accident was not deserving of his broken up demeanor, that he'd saved you every single day and that he could undo it all and you'd still take him into the warmth of your home.
but you remained inside, fighting with yourself about how you could approach such a delicate creature without scaring him away.
you wished to hear of every hurt he'd been through during his days alone, aching to remedy the furrow of his brow, to annihilate every aggressor he'd met in his life.
adam was ashamed.
weeks upon weeks, he'd remained in your shed, a consistent shadow in your life.
although your lonesome life was quieter than what he'd grown accustomed to while watching over the old man's family, he enjoyed the company you unknowingly offered him. your one-sided conversations with your cat (a creature he had only then become familiar with) proved to be all the interaction he needed. he listened intently, hanging onto your every word and finding a smile forming on his face at your mere voice.
his immediate infatuation with you worried him at first, made him bow down in shame and occasionally deny himself the ability to see you by venturing into the woods after finishing the tasks he'd been taking up to aid you.
adam took care of your every duty, tricking himself into thinking that he'd become the man you'd hoped to find many moons ago. he kept you warm and safe, warding off the men who chased after you by laying the lifeless bodies of the wolves he'd killed along the path to your secluded home.
you rarely went into the village, which allowed adam to keep you all to himself. he was unsure of the reason why you secluded yourself as such while also expressing your loneliness to your furry companion day after day. but adam could not bring himself to complain. it only meant he could live in his wicked fantasy a little longer.
in his mind, you were his. he'd never let you in on his acts of kindness, continuing to keep himself hidden from you as he aided you in the shadows. he kept you safe from outside dangers and from the ugliness found in his person.
he feared for a meeting between you. there had been a limited amount of people who'd ever shown him kindness, with each and every last one having fallen to their demise due to his carelessness.
despite elizabeth's affectionate eyes, the old man's friendship, and victor's remorse, adam still saw himself as an offense to humanity. every other being he'd come across had ensured to reassure him of this fact. he could only convince himself that you'd feel the same.
but even then, he was selfish.
selfishly, he ensured you remained his, all while fostering that senseless hope that you'd offer him the warmth he dreamed of every time he'd see you through the walls of your homely abode.
his shame reached a crescendo sometime over a month into his stay in your shed.
a lone creak along the wall allowed his eyes to tend to you as you slept. he denied himself of this sight more nights than not. it felt disrespectful, a disruption in the privacy you so desired. he felt dirty and intrusive.
still, he allowed himself such a view on occasion.
tonight had been different than most other nights.
he watched over you, pleased in the sight of your preparations for your deserved slumber. you'd pat at your cat, causing adam to do the same in hopes of mimicking the feeling. you'd kiss it and nuzzle against it, making him ache for the same treatment. and lastly, you'd huddle under your warm covers, bed large enough for a companion, but remaining halfway empty.
but instead of your usual routine, instead of laying your head to rest on your warm pillow, you scoot back, sitting back against your bedframe.
adam could see the expanse of your room, with the shed allowing him a view of your living room and bedroom depending on where in the shed he squatted. he'd usually follow your movements throughout the day, allowing you more privacy whenever you'd remain in your personal quarters.
from where he sat, he had direct view of the side of your bed, of the expanse of your body as you laid to rest. you'd usually face in his direction as you slept; one of the only proofs he had of a god providing him with at least the smallest of joys.
beneath the covers, your hand traveled, the back of your head tipping back against your bed frame. ruffles could be heard, making adam tilt his head in curiosity.
when your breath caught, chest going up and down with a heavy breath, adam began to worry. were you in pain? was something causing you agony? his heart picked up, nervous he would be witness to some malady and be unable to help you, lest he worsen the situation.
a sound left you then. it was soft, delicate. it made his breath catch in his throat, his intake of oxygen halt. adam could not comprehend what was happening under the sheets, the view hidden from him beneath your bedding, but he realized then that it was not pain.
the sounds continued, each more enticing than the last. adam's body reacted without his permission, goosebumps forming along his skin, mouth agape as he continued to watch. the shame in him grew beyond its bounds, but his body was overcome with an unfamiliar warmth forming just south of his chest.
he worried his body was defective, what with the way it had come to be. but then he continued to look at you, realizing that the sounds leaving your lips were the result of your actions against your pelvis â the same region of his body that was burning at that moment.
the sight was captivating, driving madness within him, but he could not understand why. it created a conflicting feeling in him. it was a mixture of shame and greed. he felt he must be punished for such emotions.
he'd seen husband and wife engage one another in the bedroom, knew somewhat of the steps of courtship, of the human need for companionship. but this was incomprehensible.
the husband and wife in the old man's shed. he'd seen them make these sounds, he'd seen them lose themselves under the sheets, ashamed as he witnessed it and bowing down in shame. he'd looked away after that, keeping away from that room whenever those tell tale signs would present themselves.
but you were alone. you made those sounds, you lost yourself under the sheets, but you had no companion. there was no husband receiving the gift of procreation from you. you were not a wife gifting it to someone. adam could not understand.
you wept, cries mixed with breathless sighs as your body contorted against your mattress. he felt his anatomy engage with you even without your touch. he felt those same sounds threatening to escape him. it all burned, begging for relief.
could it be that he was the husband? were you the wife, causing this effect on him even without your own awareness?
he wanted to ask you. to march into that room and ease those cries, to make them louder, to direct them at him. he couldn't bring himself to ease his own ache, undeserving of the effect you had on him. but he could feed the desire he had to accomplish your pleasure.
it reached a crescendo after some moments. it drove him to an edge that had been unknown until that moment. he felt his middle tense before reaching a peak, calming down again after a few moments. there was warmth pooling at him, staining his dirty clothes even further.
the shame remained there, but he managed to push it aside as he watched the heaving of your chest come to a halt. he hated himself, but loved the fluttering of your eyes as you finally reached slumber once more.
he remained there, loathing his existence, becoming enemies with the way in which he'd tainted you without your knowledge.
but sleep took over him then too.
-
your feelings remained unpredictable, and quite frankly, mortifying.
madness tugged at you, making you seek out the mysterious man more often than reasonable. you'd become well acquainted with his schedule, watching him from afar every early morning as he'd get up.
his mere figure in the distance made warmth pool within you. the muted grunts you would occasionally hear when he'd take on a particularly hefty task left you breathless. you ached to run your hands through his hair, to drag him to the well and bathe him, to do things respectable women were too ashamed of to even imagine.
you'd come to find you weren't a respectable woman. it had been reiterated countless times throughout your life, sometimes delivered in screams provided by your parents, other times in hushed whispers along a village that had all but ostracized you.
but now you had a companion. the whispers of the unknown did not matter any longer. there was one who was meant for you, waiting for you to take him in, to overcome the fear and make him your own.
or perhaps that was a fear for him to overcome.
you'd found traces of him at your shed.
it was mostly abandoned, not being of any use of you as the spacious abode housed you and your cat well enough. but when you'd come to the realization of the refuge he'd been taking in there, you thanked any power above for its existence.
from then on, you could only assume that he kept close watch over you. you'd found creaks along the walls, tracing them with your fingers, now aware that this was how he knew and predicted your every need, never once disturbing you as he fulfilled duties that brought no benefit to him.
it should've terrified you, but in only drew you in further.
and, unable to help yourself, your body responded to his presence.
it was shameful, an act that required rightful reprimand. but as you touched yourself, hoping he found himself on the other side of that wall, you reached your end with thoughts of him in your mind.
that long hair, those dark, mismatched eyes. they were enough to drive your imagination afloat.
you imagined those deep, animalistic groans directed at you. you pictured that large frame hovering over you. you thought of the calloused feel of his hands along your soft skin. and as your body responded, you fell into deep slumber, only to see him again in your dreams.
adam could not bring himself to stay away even after that shameful night. he could not keep himself away from you even if he tried.
he'd grown selfish as time passed. he sought atonement with life, but only found himself under your unknowing watch. perhaps you were the reward for his long journey of forgiveness for his maker. or perhaps you'd end up his ruin.
the winter days arrived quicker than expected, gifting adam with even more tasks to partake in around your cottage. this, he did not mind. it gave him a sense of purpose. taking care of you had become his lifeline.
but then arrived the snow storms.
staying hidden in your abandoned shed had proved to be a challenge. two months had passed, and he was yet to be discovered. you'd expressed no hint of knowledge as to his presence, only occasionally ranting to your cat about how happy you'd been these past few months, how safe you felt.
he worried you would come to know of him, well aware that you noticed his every task, but grateful for your lack of acknowledgement. he ached for your praise, but feared your contact.
the snow storms made it more difficult to remain in that empty shed. the cold began to get to him, the snow piling up and accumulating at the small opening of the shed, making the frigid weather enter the small space.
the large wooden doors fought against the wind, a losing battle that rattled the hinges and created an awful noise that filled adam with dread. were they to come loose, you'd awaken and run to the shed. the imminent danger of his discovery clawed at him.
he pondered the possibilities. the thought of running off into the storm made him flinch. he'd spent countless nights running from the cold, finally finding a peaceful refuge in your shed. the reminiscent pain of frostbite, however temporary, prevented him from taking this path.
but your discovery of him would destroy the fantasy he'd created for himself. it would break the soulful bond he'd convinced himself he needed to protect.
the decision was made for him as the wind continued to pick up.
the slamming of the wooden doors became too much, and he was not afforded enough time to check whether you remained asleep before the doors opened with a hard thrust against the wall, the sudden movement aided by the strength of the wind.
suddenly, your familiar figure appeared on the other side of those doors, donning your usual sleeping gown and wearing a worried expression on your face. the shock he expected was absent, as you looked to him as if you had been expecting his presence.
"come! it's much too cold. you will freeze to death, please come," you pleaded as you held onto the door, a sturdy surface to ensure the wind didn't waver your stance.
but even with the strong winds, you stretched a hand out to him, eyebrows furrowed with worry and eyes filled with hope he'd take your hand. he couldn't believe it was happening, fully convinced the cold had gotten to him, that he'd fallen into deep slumber after succumbing to the frigid weather.
still, he took some shy steps, allowing his hand to interlock with yours as your thumb ran through his dry knuckles. you guided him the short meters between your door and the shed, letting the wind slam your door shut after your entrance.
the homely ambience inside your humble abode was just as he'd imagined. the lights were warm and the internal climate felt like a pleasant embrace. adam could have dropped to his knees at your mercy.
adam could not grow too comfortable, however. he couldn't bring himself to accept that this was happening. his fear of your anger, of your fright, it was all too strong.
remaining stagnant by the door, he stood there, hands at his sides, itching to hold onto something for peace of mind. his form was slouched, his head downcast so his mane could hide the small amount of skin that remained uncovered on his face. his face coverings were still intact, as were the various layers of fur covering his body. but he still felt shame that you may see his eyes â those of a beast, those of a killer.
you walked straight inside, throwing one of the many pieces of wood adam had left at your doorstep into the fire and mending to it a bit. adam simply watched, ready for you to turn around and demand he take his leave as soon as the storm calms down.
when you turned around, you did so slowly. your eyes were downcast, not meeting his. your hands played with one another in front of your gown, bunching at a piece of fabric as you looked down at the floor. two light steps were taken towards him, causing him to swallow.
you cleared your throat, voice wavering slightly, "should you like a warm drink? you must be freezing."
his eyes met yours, breath bated as he looked to see if he had heard you correctly. he remained silent, looking down once more instead of responding.
"i'm sorry ... did i frighten you by storming in so hastily?" you murmured, "i apologize. it was not my intention. please- be comfortable. you are more than welcome to be here. the storm made me worried for your safety."
as you spoke, you walked further inside, not minding adam's stagnant stance by the door. the howls of winter could still be heard from outside, but that appeared to be the least of your concerns.
even with no answer from him, you stepped into your small kitchen, â an unfamiliar area of your house he had no way of viewing from his place in the shed â pouring some milk into a cauldron before settling it on a surface atop the fire. in your hands you held two identical mugs, making his heart skip a beat at the thought that one of them could possibly be for him.
he remained quiet, guilt drawing within him at the way in which your demeanor continued to mimic his silence. there were no words he felt were safe, so the decision to say none was made.
he could see you hesitate as you finished warming up the milk, slowly approaching him with an outstretched hand that held a warm mug. a bashful nod from you was enough to make him take the small weight off your hand.
again, you hesitated before speaking, but you offered him a small smile as you do so. it is hard for him to focus with you so close, with all that has occurred in the past ten minutes since you rescued him from the frigidness of your shed.
"i know you," you began, tone unsure. you set your cup down to gesticulate with your hands, "you are the man who has taken care of me for months, are you not? the one who resides in my shed," adam could not help but flinch slightly at this, breath catching, heart pounding, "i do not mean to be intrusive or accusatory in my observation!" you lifted your hands in surrender, "i just- i mean to express my gratitude to you, kind sir. i ... i have tried to make prior contact, but i grew too fearful of causing a fright and drawing you away. i also feel immense guilt at allowing you to aid me so â without me ever offering anything in return."
adam stood there, unknowing of what to do. it dawned on him as you spoke. he'd been aware that his presence had been suspected, but had not realized that you were so acutely aware of his proximity. he had deluded himself into believing his haunting presence had been a well-kept secret, that you lived unaware of his residency in your property.
with his silence, you continued, offering him the expression of what he believed to be shame. as you spoke, you took a few more steps, causing him to take a step back and for his back to meet the door behind him.
"kind sir, please ... i wish to repay you for your aid. i ... i know you have watched me through those walls- that you have wandered along the edge of my refuge, wishing for my lack of knowledge-"
the sudden exposure of his heinous acts was too much for adam to take. he could not process your words any longer.
his fingers flexed, itching to wrangle at something to calm his nerves. his skin burned, all while goosebumps formed. his hair stood, his eyes ached. everything was over once again. you had the naive decency to allow him to stay while the harsh storm made its way past your home, too good, too sweet for him to comprehend. but he knew that this was it. his false hopes for something more, for ownership of your heart and a gift of his in return, it was all finished.
without realizing it, the mug tumbled from his fingers, crashing down on the wooden floor and causing him to flinch. his long arms went to cover his face as his back tumbled against the door in an attempt to protect himself. a whimper left his lips, eyes shut in preparation for the punishment to his careless behavior.
but the scream never came. neither did the blow.
instead, your voice halted, and a feather-light weight landed on his arm, touch so light and soft that it was practically non-existent.
he turned his face then, lowering his arms, going back to his tall stance as his confused eyes searched for yours.
in you, he found deep sadness. it rivaled that of his own.
mouth agape, you sniffled once before swallowing. now with a moistened throat, you spoke again, this time with an even softer tone of voice.
"who hurt you?" you whispered.
it made his breath catch yet again. specially so when your hand went up to feel at his skin through the coverings that remained on his face.
without a word, your thimble fingers went to softly pull at it, eyes swimming back and forth between the space covering his mouth and his uncovered eyes. your gaze plead for permission, and he could not muster it in himself to not grant it.
once you uncovered him, he closed his eyes, bowing his head down in shame. but this only made you cup his cheek and and nudge him into looking into your eyes once more. your other hand traced at the various scars occupying his face. he felt ashamed you had to see him.
"oh ... you carry sadness in your eyes. were you hurt?" you breathed out.
your eyes were heavy, focused on his lips for a moment too long. it caused for adam's heartbeat to pick up. by the time your eyes trailed back up to his, he was already beyond affected.
your warm fingertips continued to softly trace at his skin, eyes not once showing any trace of disgust or fear at the sight of him. there was affection in you he had not met since the loss of elizabeth. and there was something more he was incapable of understanding.
"please- i ache to hear your voice. you are safe here, my protector. i will not let harm find you," you promised.
mustering out all the courage in his form, adam chocked out a response, fearful that the naturally scornful tone of his voice would not betray your kindness.
"i ... i am not hurt."
your eyebrows curled, a small smile forming in your lips. he felt your hands cup at his cheeks, thumbs caressing at his skin, ignoring any scar in their path.
"oh ... your voice. i have dreamt of your voice for endless nights," you sighed, "and your name, sir? please. i ache to know."
he hesitated, but responded, demeanor still slightly dejected, "adam."
when you responded with yours, he felt at ease. it was as beautiful as your form. he wanted to sound it out, and could not help himself in doing so. your response was the dulcette sound of a giggle, which caused adam's lips to slightly twitch into half a smile.
adam could not believe his ears. his surroundings were a blur, the storm outside fully forgotten. he ached to touch you, to have his hands reach out and engulf you in his hold. your every touch provoked this greed within him that had been born the moment he'd laid eyes on you. the shame continued to be there, but every word from your lips alleviated such feeling.
his wretched acts came flooding back then. every moment spent watching you without permission, the nights in which he dreamt of you, insulting your soul by attaching it to his own. he remembered that night in which he betrayed your intimacy, loathing himself for the disrespect he'd laid upon you.
you'd inferred your knowledge of his actions, but he was certain you knew not of the extent of his delusions about you.
"i have insulted you," he began, shameful. he began to part from your touch, but you did not budge, drawing a confused grunt from him, "i have overstayed my welcome. do not allow me to aid in your discomfort any longer-"
"you confuse my worry for disdain, sir," you began, hands trailing down from his face to the length of arms, grasping onto his glove-less hands and bringing them up to your own cheek. adam shudders at this, "there is nothing i wish for more than your company. any affection you may feel towards me, i return tenfold. you, my savior ..." you paused, eyes drawing away in bashfulness, "you have earned my heart," at this, you brought one of his hands to your lips, kissing the cold knuckles softly, "you have earned my soul- every part of me is yours. please tell me you share my affections."
adam could not think, could not speak. this cruel joke stole his breath. you looked to him with eyes he was unfamiliar with. with a warmth he could not understand.
yet he knew this could be nothing more than a cruel joke. he held his breath, unable to respond as you continued to stare up at him with that same unfamiliar affection in your gaze. his hands remained warm due to the soft kisses you'd continued to press against his broken skin.
unaware of how to respond, he stayed silent, breath bated and lips agape. he did not know his silence would cause further acknowledgement from you, but even if he had, he would not have been prepared for what you did in response.
slowly, you guided his arms to your hips, your own settling on his shoulders before leaning up. your face came close to his, breath intermingling with his own for a mere few seconds before the distance was closed.
his lips, already open, received yours. he remained still, not reciprocating, as he did not know what to do. everything stood still as your lips engaged with his stilled ones, as the softness of yours intermingled with the rough touch of his.
and then you made that sound again. that same sound from that night. the one that made him discover an entirely new aspect of humanity he did not feel worthy of ever experiencing.
the mere memory of that night made him flush. it had him closing his lips against yours, following the rhythm of your own as best as he could. his arms, which you had rested on your hips, trailed up to your back, remaining flat there as he pressed you against him. he received a pleased noise from you in return. he made of his own in response.
your hands reached his hair, fingers interlocking with it as your lips continued their battle against his. adam was left at your mercy, breathless in his attempt to return your every affection. his body burned in the same way it had that night.
"oh, adam..." you sighed into his lips, the grip of your hands on his hair still soft, but wanting.
upon further opening his lips, your tongue suddenly sought entrance into his mouth, causing a gasp to escape him. it searched for his own, tangling with it and drawing it out to intertwine. adam knew not how to kiss you like this, but he ached for you, and so he allowed you to teach him.
every touch of lips, every wet flick of tongues, it drove adam to madness. his palms ran up and down your back, small yet animalistic grunts leaving his lips when you'd tease at his tongue, when you'd trace at his lips with your teeth.
when you pulled away, he found himself out of breath, but still seeking out more. he wished for no distance between your bodies ever again. the need to keep you attached to him grew animalistically.
against his lips, you remained, breathing heavily into them. your eyes grew heavy, filled with what he believed to be lust. this was also unfamiliar to him, incomprehensible that you'd feel such a thing for a beast like himself.
you were out of breath as you spoke again, but you refused to create distance between your bodies. your chest remained pressed to his, uncaring of the juxtaposition between your soft sleeping gown and the endless layers of rough hide he wore.
"allow me- i must bed you," you rasped out. there was desperation in your voice, "i have saved myself for my beloved ... and that is you, adam. i am certain of it."
the bewildered look in your eyes penetrated deep within him. the madness inside him only grew, that monster begging that he allow himself the pleasures of the flesh â those same pleasures he'd only become acquainted with due to your proximity.
but he could not allow it. you knew not of the monstrosity hiding behind the drapes around his body. seeing his disfigured face may have not disturbed you, but had you known his past, his origin, the every other detail of his body composed of a charnel house, you would have decreed him the monster that he was.
any other suitor of yours could provide you with your deserved future. he would remain a monster, a waif to society. you'd live a recluse due to him; attached to a man who was not truly a man.
he could not take the gift of your virtue away â the gift he'd heard of in the endless novels he'd read to the wise old man; his friend, â not under false pretenses, not under any circumstance.
"i cannot allow this," he pulled away slightly, "you do not want me. what you see, â this scarred face, this broken exterior â it plagues my entire being. my body, my skin, my soul. it is all made of endless decay, my creator ensured as much. i will not oblige you to engage with such a monster."
his tone was gruff, serious. he hoped not to scare you, but perhaps that's what would be necessary in order to ward you away.
still, he could not bring himself to separate his arms from your hold. not when yours remained on him.
you shook your head, eyebrows furrowed and expression determined. a look of offense took over your features. your hands made their path down his chest, fingers trailing their way to the lapels of his fur, slowly disrobing him of it. layer after layer, he allowed you to disrobe, ashamed, yet unable to deny himself of your touch.
once he remained in his sole trousers, your eyes wandered down to the expanse of his chest. your fingers, curious, trailed his every scar, finding the various discolorations contouring his body and expressing nothing but awe.
leaning in close, you pressed a kiss to his chest, trailing slow pecks towards his heart. he knew well of the heightened speed of his heart. it was its natural reaction to your affections.
"you speak of a monster, yet i see no such thing," you spoke, "you speak of a scarred face, a broken body, yet i care not for such thing. what i see is the most uniquely beautiful creature i have ever beheld," your voice was decisive, with some fury hidden behind it, "i mean no offense, but your creator is a fool to hold such beliefs."
he couldn't help the small smile forming on his lips after that.
"was," he found himself correcting, but the ghost of a smile was still on his lips.
you smiled back at him, hands still absentmindedly tracing his skin, "i apologize."
he shook his head to himself, head bowing down yet again, "no, i apologize- i must-"
"you must kiss me again," you interrupted.
"i ... i cannot allow you to-"
"i beg of you, adam," you whispered out, "i ache for my protector, for my beloved," you sighed out, nosing his chin as your lips approached his once more, "take me out of my misery and allow me to gift myself to you. allow us to be forever bonded."
adam shared very few of the characteristics of men, and weakness appeared to be one of them, as he could not find it within himself to deny you. his body ached for you, as did his soul. your eyes, your words, they spoke truth. his soul was already intertwined with yours, drawn in from your very first meeting.
he could not deny your pleas, could not deny himself of your soul that ached for his as much as his ached for yours.
again, you kissed him, this time driven by a passion adam had grown convinced he would never experience. you begged for him to touch you in between kisses, practically weeping for his touch. and as hesitant as he was to enjoy the contours of your ruinous form, he let his hands wander along the length of your back, allowed them to lay at your waist and hips.
you blindly walked him to your bed, lips never once disconnecting as you sat him down before settling on his lap. he welcomed you, still slightly unnerved and unsure of himself, but fully desirous of your connection.
the bed was wide enough for a companion, making his heart ache at the possibility of him being the desired one. the comfort provided by the bed could not compare to the weight of your form on his lap. his hands remained shy and closed off, but they'd gotten use to the feel of your hips under them.
"oh, god, this is most improper. but i cannot help improprieties around you," you chuckled, breathless, "i hope you do not deem me a harlot. i have waited for your arrival for weeks. i've shamefully hoped for you to walk through my door and take me as yours," you continued, your caresses never once seizing, his chest and shoulders well cared for by your soft touch, "i've nothing under my nightgown. no bodice, no corset. it is very scandalous, i know. but i cannot help myself with you, adam. i knew from the moment i saw you from afar, from the moment i took note of your affections, that i'd lose all manner of composure upon having you in my arms."
his trousers were guided off as you spoke, leaving him in the mere rags that covered his center. he found no shame in your view of his body, too enthralled by your lust-filled words. he felt himself blush, felt the blood draw to his middle, causing him to continue to harden.
these were brand new sensations, discovered due to your touch, due to the words you directed his way.
looking down at him, you sighed contently, tracing his skin and drawing goosebumps along your wake.
"oh, adam ... your body is perfection. every inch shall be mine, or i shall die dissatisfied."
it was spoken like a promise, sealed with a kiss and a sudden pressure of your hips on his.
it was an unparalleled sensation.
he'd felt the burning pooling at his center when he had watched you lose yourself in between your sheets, but he had denied himself of any act to remedy the feeling. and now- now you gave him relief.
he was unaware his body could feel such a thing. the rubbing of your bodies together, it created this animalistic greed in him. he wanted to enhance the feeling, to drag you against him like a brute. the base and wanton need of an animal overcame him, hands continuing to grip at your hips and aiding you in your movements.
those sounds continued to tumble out of your lips, and he discovered that you enjoyed his own sounds just as much. you'd sigh after his every grunt, singing his name in ways it was never meant to be uttered.
then you spoke again, readily determined in his ruin.
"did you see me that night, adam?" you whispered into his ear, "did you watch me, knowing you were the cause of my ruin? that i dreamt of your form hovering over mine, of your grunts as i brought you release?"
adam's senses heightened at your every whisper. there was no space for his shame as he took in your words. your desire for him drove him mad, destroyed the composure he'd foolishly deluded himself into believing he possessed. the feeling of your middle meeting his did not help matters. it only drove him further into madness.
no plea for forgiveness could leave his lips. not when you broke him like this. there was a familiarity between your bodies. yours the key to his unraveling.
"please-" he found himself begging, "i must- you will break me."
it only caused a sigh to leave your lips. your face buried in the juncture of his neck, leaving yet another trail of kisses there, reaching his lips whilst your hips daren't halt their heavenly grating.
when you stopped was when he finally became acquainted with pain. such an unfamiliar feeling, barely gracing his being any time he'd become the target of men who dared to attempt on his destruction. he had never felt it until the moment you'd taken away the otherworldly pleasure you'd so selflessly been awarding him.
he could not bring himself to complain, but he did not have to.
suddenly you were getting up from his lap, causing him to sit up as he watched you in utter and complete awe.
your hands bunched at the hem of your nightgown, pulling it up before throwing it off your form. it left you fully nude before him, completely bare of any barrier between him and the heavenly curvatures of your body.
you were truly the master of his pleasure, as you could bring him to his end without a single touch. the mere sight destroyed adam, it made his breath catch and his body groan. he could not comprehend what such a monstruous creature had done to deserve the touch and affection of an angel, a seductress who'd come into this earth to provide him with pleasures men could only dream of.
he had no words, hands twitching at his sides as you regained your home on his lap. the smile on your lips told him of your awareness at the immediate effect you had on him. his middle burned for you, uncomfortably settled between you as you began your torture once more.
"please..." he begged, but knew not what for.
"i ache to ruin you," you breathed into his lips, "just as i ache for your touch."
directing his hands, you settled them on your breasts, causing adam to shudder at the softness now found under his palms. you cupped his hands, teaching him to squeeze and let go, sighing out when he'd do as instructed. it only functioned to unravel him further.
"you allow a monster such as myself to touch you," he began, enthralled by the sight of you, "you gift yourself to me, and i cannot possibly compensate you for such blessing."
you leaned in close, noses touching, lips gracing, "gift yourself to me, and i shall do the same in return," you assured, "all i yearn for is the eternal salvation your soul will grant me. allow us to become one."
again, you kissed, hands clawing at the rags surrounding his middle. it took little effort to free him fully, earning yourself a groan of pleasure from adam at the very first touch of your hand on his manhood. as you pushed him to lay flat on the bed, you gripped at him, taking ownership of his body.
"i am yours," he whispered, gasping when you'd begun to drag him against your center.
"and i eternally yours."
you lowered yourself down on him then. it was a slow, torturous process. the pleasure felt like pain, too amplified for his body to fully comprehend. his mouth drew open with a heavy breath, his eyes squeezing shut and the back of his head digging into the mattress below him. your hips fell victim to the squeezing of his fingers, but he could not process his movements as you engulfed him.
it broke him. he became a vessel made to receive pleasure. it was an otherworldly experience. he was certain no man was ever meant to experience such pleasures.
when he dared open his eyes again, he found yours closed, nose scrunched up and mouth agape. your hands still held on to the ridges along his shoulders, digging harshly but causing no pain. you had not moved yet, simply engulfing him in the heat of your body. it was enough to make him shudder.
"oh, adam ..." you sighed out.
he had no worthy words to share. he simply grunted your name, breath stuttering when you began to move up and down.
his body arched against yours, unknowing of how to react to such feeling. he felt himself break little by little. he was tense, but you soothed him, unabashed in expressing the effects your connection had on you.
"please," you begged, "help me ... i- i need- oh, adam, please-"
your hands trailed down to his, gripping them and motioning for him to move you. you needed him to aid you in your shared pleasure. and what was he made for, if not aiding to your every whim and need?
a flash of electricity sparked across his entire body as he followed your instruction. his strength assisted in your movements, his hips soon following along and snapping up against yours. the noise caused by the impact was loud, indicating every connection between your bodies.
the rhythm was off, unsynchronized at first. but your eyes still rolled back, and your forehead still fell on his. your pleas for his pleasure never once seized, drawing him closer and closer to his end.
"adam-" you sighed out again, breath a whisper against his lips, "you will break me. you will- oh, you will break me beyond repair."
and though it sounded like a plea for help, you tightened around him, gasping out a cry of his name. adam's lips braved against yours, interlocking in one final kiss as you shuddered and shook against him.
subsequently, you dragged him down with you. he felt himself break, his body shake and timber and shudder. the warmth in his belly released deep within you, mixing your essence with his and intermingling. your lips never once left his, drooling into his mouth and chasing after his tongue.
your deflated body laid on top of his, lips tracing his chin, then his cheeks, finding a home on his neck. he felt you purr against him, humming as your fingers softly ran up and down any inch of skin they could reach.
his arms wrapped around you, keeping you guarded and close against him. he remained inside you, defeated and limp, but protected by your warmth.
"please remain with me," you whispered, "allow me to protect you from your solitude â and aid me in eradicating mine."
adam felt that familiar dampness form in his eyes, taking in a shaky breath before lifting a hand up to softly pat at your hair.
"please," he pleaded in return.
the morning passed by slowly, while the nighttime flashed by.
adam did not recall the last time he had been able to sleep soundly through the night, had never known the comforts of a bed, much less the solace of holding someone against his heart as he fell into the night's sleep.
but there he laid, slightly slouched in your bed despite its large size, long arms wrapped around your body as you held him in return.
he arose before you, watching your peaceful rest, counting the soft puffs of breath released by your lips. your body faced his, face buried in his chest. cold fingers ran up and down your nude spine for a while, attempting to soothe you in the way you did him with your mere presence.
when you woke up, it was slowly, with the same softness your every action carried. kissed were pressed against his scarred chest, fingers traced at his skin with the same wonder you'd displayed last night.
as you laid there, you heard his every tale, his every lamentation. he shared his story with you, sparing no detail. each tear was met with a kiss, while you continued to soothe him with your calm whispers. your cries for him broke him, but also lulled his uneasiness. in your eyes he saw empathy unparalleled by any he'd seen before.
"oh, adam," you cried out while in his arms, "you have been so alone, my sweet creature. but no more. allow our seclusion to end through our bond," you pleaded to him, "you shall never walk alone again, not as long as i hold the privilege of your affections."
adam could have cried, shedding a few tears of disbelief and of gladness. but again, you kissed them away.
winter was warm that time around, found safely in the refuge of your lonely cottage. though it was lonely no more, inhabited by what was now adam's small family.
whispers of a creature roaming the forest seized, while rumors of your newly wedded status began to spread. your mystery suitor was never revealed to the villagers nearby, allowing you to keep him safe and guarded, and all to yourself.
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Summary: A requested part 2, where the Reader gets back at Arthur for making her jealous.
A/N: @anyas-stuff, I hope it's okay. I wasn't sure if I was making him too dominant, and then later if he wasn't dominant enough lol đ Please let me know if you aren't happy with any of it and I'll edit it to your liking.
Warnings: Possessive Arthur, jealous Arthur, dominant Arthur, reader flirting with some random guy lol, Arthur punching and threatening said guy, swearing/cursing, smut, unprotected sex, spanking, creampie, no use of Reader's name/Y/N etc.
Word Count: 3,409
You were treading into dangerous waters as you flirted with the handsome man youâd spotted while in the Bastille Saloon. Arthur had noticed that you were still annoyed with him for going off to see Mary, so heâd taken you out of camp for the night, planning for you both to spend some time alone together in Saint Denis. But the saloon was filled with people, meaning Arthur had to work harder than usual to get the bartenderâs attention.
That had given you the perfect opportunity to get back at him. All it took was spotting this attractive stranger - who was clearly interested in you - from across the room. You had made your way over to him, struck up a lascivious conversation and now you were seated in his lap, toying with him and waiting for Arthur to notice.
You played with the collar of the manâs jacket, while his hand disappeared under your skirt, trailing up the bare skin of your leg. You hoped Arthur would realize soon, before things got to a point where backing out would cause a scene.
âHow âbout we find somewhere more private, beautiful?â The man spoke deeply, right by your ear.
You tried to think of a way to stall him. He was attractive, sure, but you had no real interest in him other than to incite Arthurâs jealousy.
âThis feller botherinâ you darlinâ?â
Speak of the devil.
You tried to hide your smirk, not wanting to give yourself away as you turned your head to regard him.
âNo,â you replied simply. âWeâre just talking.â
Arthur looked absolutely livid, and his gaze only hardened even further as the man snaked his other arm around your waist.
âYeah, back off mister,â the man told Arthur, not seeming to realize that he knew you, let alone that you were together. âI saw her first, so Iâm havinâ her first. You can do what you want with her after that.â
You tensed at his words, disgusted by the way he talked about you like you were just some shiny new toy that he got the first dibs on playing with. But you barely had time to truly react, because Arthur seemed to like it even less. He moved with lightning speed, pulling you away from the other man right before he brought his fist back and then slammed it into the bastardâs face.
âI best not hear you talk about her like that again,â Arthur warned him lowly, seething with anger. ââCause if I do, Iâll do worse than just breakinâ your nose.â Â
Your heart pounded with excitement as Arthur took hold of your wrist and you got one final look at the blood pouring down the manâs face before you were being pulled up the stairs and towards the hotel room Arthur had booked. You let out a startled gasp as your back was pushed against the wall of the room after you entered it.
Arthurâs gaze was dark with both anger and possessive desire. You couldnât stop the small smirk that played across your lips, as you realized that you had successfully brought out his jealousy.
âDid you forget youâre mine, darlinâ?â He asked in that deep and gruff tone of his. Â
He was pressed right up against you, his eyes heated as one of his hands moved to your collarbone. Arthurâs fingertips brushed over your skin, teasing in the way that he was barely touching you, but providing just enough contact to leave you wanting more.
âAre you jealous?â You asked him playfully, attempting to mask the way his touch always got to you.
âHe had his hand up your skirt,â Arthur practically growled out. âIâm the only one who gets to touch you like that.â
His answer only confirmed your suggestion, even though he didnât outright admit it. You reveled in the raw possessiveness that you found in his gaze, feeling yourself already becoming wet with anticipation. You tried to bite back a moan as Arthur began hiking up your skirt until your bare legs were revealed.
âWhere did he touch you?â Arthurâs fingertips trailed softly over your knee. âHere?â
âMmm hmm,â you nodded slowly, eyelids drooping slightly as you bit down on your bottom lip in open desire.
âWhat about here?â He moved his hand further up your thigh.
âYes.â
Arthurâs eyes narrowed with annoyance, but his touch kept travelling further upwards until he reached the very top.
âYou better not have let him touch you here, darlinâ,â Arthur warned you lowly, his hand cupping your now dripping wet pussy.
âWhat if I did?â
âIâll go back down there and kill the son of a bitch.â
You should have found that to be a turnoff and you should have felt shame due to the fact that it only filled you with more desire for your man. But you felt neither of those things and your pussy just got wetter at the possessive fury Arthur was exhibiting.
âSweetheart, donât you dare tell me youâre this wet for anyone but me.â
âWhat? Iâm not allowed to have a little fun with someone else?â
You were referring to him going off to see Mary, of course. The number of times your mind had tortured you with imagined images of what the two of them might have got up to in that dark theatre left you rightfully angry.
Yet, you realized with satisfaction that Mary seemed to be furthest thing from Arthurâs mind in that moment. He didnât seem to pick up on your insinuation and instead he just seemed to get angrier at the idea of you wanting any man who wasnât him.
âYouâre mine,â he reminded you again. âAnd youâre gonna prove it to me.â
Your eyebrows raised in question, but he didnât give you time to think over and guess at what he might mean. Arthur took hold of your wrist again, pulling you over to the bed and unceremoniously pushing you down onto it. Then, his hands were on you, unfastening the belt around your waist, which kept your skirt up.
You were quick to work on removing your blouse as well, flinging it off to the side at the same time Arthur pulled the skirt down your legs. Once you were naked before him, he took a moment to eye you up and down with open lust before his gaze hardened again.
âTurn around.â He ordered.
âOr what?â You challenged.
You were still unwilling to give in, partly out of pride and partly because you wanted to see how far you could push him and just how possessive and dominant he could get.
âDonât make me ask again, darlinâ,â he warned. âOr itâll be ten instead of five and Iâll keep goinâ up âtil you listen.â
Ten what? You wondered.
You did as he said though, turning around until your stomach was pressed against the bed.
âLift up your hips,â he continued instructing you.
You lifted them up, resulting in your ass being presented to him.
âThatâs it,â he praised. âMy good girl.â
You felt the coarseness of his calloused hands smoothing over your exposed ass, his fingertips trailing over the naked skin before he squeezed down appreciatively. Then, he moved his touch down to your dripping folds, stroking along the slit of your pussy and then up to your clit, causing your legs to shake with need.
âThat feel good, darlinâ?â
âMmm,â you couldnât form any words as your body became desperate for more.
âWhat was that?â Arthur teased you by pulling his hand away. âTell me.â
âIt feels good,â you moaned out, pushing your hips up even further in an attempt to have him touch you again.
âWhat does?â
âYouâŠâ the reply was breathless and filled with desire. âTouching me.â
âGood girl,â you could practically hear the smirk he mustâve had. âJust my touch, right darlinâ?â
You managed to regain some of your stubbornness now that he had relinquished his touch, so you bit back a little.
âMaybeâŠâ
Yet, you were surprised when Arthur didnât verbally respond straight away, and the only thing you could hear was the sound of him removing his gun belt. You went to turn your head and look at him, but Arthur was quick to give you another order.
âEyes forward, sweetheart.â
You did as he said, waiting with anticipation as you heard him place the belt on the dresser before the sound of clothes rustling filled the room. Then, Arthurâs body was bending down over yours, pressing against you until his lips were right by your ear. You realized that he had stripped as you felt his hardened length against your lower back.
âI want you to count for me gorgeous,â his deep and gravelly voice spoke into your ear. âCan you do that for me?â
âWhat?â You asked in confusion.
âYouâll know when to start,â was all he said in response.
Then Arthur was pulling back, and you expected to feel his cock thrusting into you fast and hard. You were aching to have him filling you up, deep inside. But you werenât expecting to feel the forceful and sharp slap of his hand against your ass. A shocked sound â something between a moan and gasp â escaped your lips.
âI told you to count, darlinâ,â he reminded you. âIf you forget, thisâll just take longer.â
âOh, fuck!â You moaned out, realizing that he was going to make you endure this at least another four times.
The sharp sting of his hand against your skin was shocking and gave you just the slightest twinge of pain, but it also made your pussy even more wet and needy for him.
âYou got a dirty mouth, gorgeous,â he chuckled darkly. âBut that ainât what I wanna hear right now.â
He spanked his hand down again, his free one holding your hip to steady you.
âT-two,â you got out.
âNo, sweetheart, that was one.â
You groaned, realizing that he was serious about drawing it out even longer if you lost count.
âOne,â you corrected yourself, your pussy clamping down on nothing as you yearned to have him just fuck you already.
âGood girl,â he praised, squeezing down on your hip.
âOh, Christ! TwoâŠâ
He had brought his hand down again and the sweet mix between pain and pleasure was already too much to bear.
âLook at you darlinâ,â Arthur admired the sight of you. âYour pussy is soaked. Is this turning you on?â
âPlease, Arthur,â you begged, noting how he had stopped. âI need you inside me.â
âYou sure?â He asked, making you frown.
âOf course, Iâm sure!â
âYou donât want that feller downstairs?â
âNo,â you insisted. âI just wanted to get back at you⊠Make you jealous tooâŠâ
âOh darlinâ, I ainât jealous,â Arthur told you lowly. âI am god damned furious.â
He brought his hand down again, a little harder this time and you scrambled to get out the word âthreeâ.
âYouâre mine,â he said yet again. âAll mine.â
Your only response was another deep and desperate moan, so he did it another time, forcing you to continue counting.
âSay it, darlinâ,â he coaxed you, his fingers soothing your skin by tracing lightly over where he had been spanking you.
âIâm yours,â you breathed out. âJust yours.â
Then you were crying out in euphoric bliss as he pulled back and finally thrust into you, deep and hard.
âDonât forget it sweetheart,â Arthur warned you. âYou do that again, and I wonât leave the bastard alive.â
Your hands balled into fists, clutching tightly at the sheets as he continued to pound into you.
âYour body is attuned to mine,â he grit out, quickly becoming lost in his own sense of desire. âYou think another man can make you feel like this?â
âNo,â you breathed out, knowing he was right.
He didnât even have to touch you. Just one heated look, or the way his voice deepened and got rougher with arousal was enough to make your body yearn for him.
âShit, darlinâ,â he groaned, finally giving away just how badly he needed you too. âYouâre always so tight around me.â
Arthur faltered just briefly, taking a second to enjoy the way your pussy wrapped around him so snugly, before he pulled all the way out and then slammed back in again. Your entire body seemed to thrust forward from the force of it and you could no longer hold back the constant and eager sounds that left you.
âThatâs it,â Arthur encouraged you huskily. âDonât hold back, darlinâ. I want everyone here to know what I do to you.â
You bent your head down, letting it rest against the bed as the feel of his velvety but rock-hard length against your walls brought you closer and closer to the edge. You were so wrapped up in the fact that he was finally deep inside of you, that when his hand slapped your ass again, gentler this time, you almost forgot his earlier instructions. But you managed to moan out the number âfiveâ in time and then his hands were on your hips again, using his grip on them to give him leverage as his merciless rhythm continued.
âYouâre close, darlinâ,â he observed. âI can feel it. What do you need?â
You could only moan in response, but Arthur didnât seem to mind. He knew your body just as well as he knew his own. He lifted you up until your back was pressed to his chest and then one of his hands gently held your throat, while the other slid down your body until it reached the apex of your thighs.
âYou need me to touch you?â Arthur guessed, brushing his fingers ever so slightly against your clit. âRight here?â
âOh god,â you moaned. âPlease ArthurâŠâ
âTell me.â
âPlease touch me. I need it so badly.â
âOkay, sweetheart,â he pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder. âWhatever you need.â
Arthur pressed down harder, his fingers rubbing in circular motions over your clit. Your pussy reacted instantly, squeezing down even harder on his cock. He moaned, tilting his head to give you another kiss, this time to the crook of your neck.
âCome on, darlinâ,â he coaxed you. âI need to feel you cumming around me.â
He lightly pinched your clit, applying just enough pressure to cause a wave of pure bliss to wash over you.
âArthurâŠâ you moaned out.
âShit,â he cursed.
Arthur held your hips tightly, keeping himself buried deep inside while your pussy spasmed perfectly around his cock. He loved the way it felt when you came undone, knowing that it was him who did that to you. Your legs shook and your head fell back to rest against his shoulder as your orgasm left your mind and body reeling. Arthur gave you time for your body to settle again before he was slowly pulling out of you and turning you around to face him.
He hadnât cum, so you knew he wasnât done with you yet and you moved to lay back on the bed. Arthur followed, his perfectly chiseled body caging you beneath him. You spread your legs, allowing him to settle between them and you let your eyes move slowly down to look at his chest and the light hairs that spread across it.
Then your gaze descended further, taking in his long and thick cock, still achingly hard. You reached out, wrapping your hand around him and lifting your hips to line him back up. Arthur didnât waste any time, thrusting quickly back inside you.
âSweetheart,â he moaned, lowering his head until his forehead rested against yours. âYou drive me crazy.â
He moved a little slower then, no longer setting the brutal and ruthless pace from before. Now, he allowed himself to take in every little feeling and sensation, like he was savoring the way your body fit his so perfectly.
âIâm sorry,â you apologized, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.
You felt slightly bad for making him so angry, even if it did mean that youâd successfully gotten back at him.
âJust donât⊠forget⊠darlinâ,â he murmured between thrusts. âI ainât gonna⊠let you go. âSpecially not to a⊠son of a bitch⊠like that.â
He brought his hands to yours, entwining your fingers together and using the grip he had to move his hips quicker and deepen his thrusts.
âYouâd better not,â you grit out, your back arching a little from how deeply he was filling you up. âJust like⊠youâd better not see that⊠bitch againâŠâ
Arthur just let out a light, amused laugh and it surprised you that he didnât seem bothered by you cursing her out for once. Then he dipped his head and caught your lips in a fervent kiss, pressing his tongue against yours while he continued his steady but passionate rhythm. The way his cock moved in and out repeatedly, with his hips smacking against yours in desperation, caused that fire to build up in your lower belly again.
You met his thrusts eagerly, loving the feel of his naked and toned chest pressing against your hard nipples, teasing them and the rest of your body even further. You were both covered in a light sheen of sweat, bodies tangled together and desperate for release.
His taste filled your mouth, a mix of whiskey, tobacco and just a hint of the mint he often chewed. Along with the little sounds of pleasure he was letting out, it all meant that you were totally and utterly consumed by Arthur.
He gave one last lingering and deep kiss to your lips before pulling back, releasing his grip on your hands and taking hold of your thighs instead. He picked up the pace again and you realized how close he was. His hips moved rapidly, pounding into you forcefully and your body writhed in ecstasy beneath him.
You peered up to watch him through hooded eyes, seeing the way his own were squeezed shut and his mouth was slightly agape with open lust and desire. Then you looked further down your body and observed the swift way his cock slid in and out of you.
Paired with how it felt, tantalizing your sensitive walls with every stroke, brought you to a state of elation once again. Arthur was getting louder now, unable to hold back the moans and groans of pleasure that rose deep in his throat.
The way he lost control and began to unravel whenever he was close to cumming always turned you on. He threw his head back, muscles flexing slightly as he continued to smack his hips against yours. The sounds coming from him were now becoming more unrestrained and guttural. You were so close as well and when you clamped down even tighter around him, in a vice like grip, he thrust all the way forward, burying his cock completely inside you and holding himself there.
You both let out a simultaneous moan and as the first spurts of his cum filled you up, another orgasm crashed over you. Your pussy milked him, convulsing around his length and making Arthur get completely lost in the feel of you as more desperate sounds escaped him. His cock throbbed inside you, further stimulating your sensitive walls and keeping you in a state of euphoric bliss until his body finally began to settle.
When you looked up at Arthur again, he had a small but content smile playing across his lips, and he regarded you with deep affection. Then, he leaned down again, bringing his body closer to yours so that he could look you right in the eye.
âWe good now, darlinâ?â He asked, voice still deep and gravelly with unadulterated lust. ââCause I canât handle seeinâ you like that again, âless itâs me youâre wrapped around.â
âWeâre good,â you promised him, reaching up to run your fingers over his cheek, the coarseness of his short beard tickling your skin. âAlthough, jealousy does look good on you.â
You let out a light, playful laugh, showing that you were just teasing him.
âI ainât jealous,â he insisted once again.
âSure,â you nodded, still unable to hide your smile.
But Arthur was quick to wipe the smirk of your face, causing it to melt into an expression of desire once again as he stole another kiss from your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and forgetting about everything else but him.
Summary: You get Arthur fed up and he teaches you a lesson.
A/N: Expect the most random men when I write lol. Arthur is just perfect.
You wait anxiously on the cot of yours and Arthurâs tent. You had been teasing him all day long, finding it incredibly fun and amusing. There was nothing he could do about it either, considering you did it subtly or so you thought whenever people were around.
For instance, youâd bend over in front of him after dropping something on purpose, or even pushed your breasts together whenever you noticed his gaze. At one point Javier even caught on, holding in his laughter and nudging at you to âkeep up the good workâ
After a while, Arthur became incredibly irritated, having to control himself from taking you right then and there. So now, when the moon was finally out, you were sitting in the tent scared shitless. Arthur had said heâd go and grab something quick, though you knew that when he got back youâd have to pay for your playful actions.
You gulped when you heard the crunches of leaves outside the thin fabric. You laid down quick to try to make it out as if you fell asleep, though you shouldâve known that most likely wasnât going to work. You hear the tent open and a placement of something onto the dresser near you. You try to keep your breathing steady as you feel his eyes on you, but in less than a second you feel something wrapping around your wrists. You open your eyes from the touch and see Arthur using a rope to bind your hands together.
âWâwhat are you doing?â you question, stumbling over your words.
âPlay stupid games, win stupid prizesâ he says, taking a step back to look at you struggling.
âWhat are you talking about? Get this off me Arthurâ you groan.
âDonât act dumb with me princessâ
You fall silent at the nickname, this man really knew how to get you riled up.
âWanna act like a whore in front of me ând everyone, now I have to set you straightâ
He steps back towards you and flips you onto your stomach, making you gasp. He then grabs your legs, leaving them hanging off the edge of the cot to meet his crotch. Arthur takes the waistband of your jeans and tugs them off roughly, leaving you in just your panties.
âIâm really sorry, I wonât do it againâ you plead, feeling yourself already get damp.
âSorry isnât gonna cut it darlingâ he mutters just before smacking your ass harshly.
You moan at the impact and quickly stuff your face into the blanket.
âYou like that? Of course you doâ He gives you another hard smack, âSlutâ
You wiggle your hips back to try to create some friction between your cunt and his jeans, resulting in him backing away.
You feel tears start to form in the corners of your eyes, yearning for Arthurâs length.
âAâArthur please stop this, I want youâ you slur over your words.
He takes a handful of your hair and tugs it so your ear can meet his lips. âThen promise youâll be a good little girl for meâ he whispers, the other hand traveling to your ass and squeezing it.
âI promise, I promise Iâll be a good girl for you Arthurâ you whimper, moving your hips and hoping for any sort of touch to your soaked cunt.
âThatâs my girlâ He kisses your temple and slides his fingers between the folds of your clothed pussy.
You moan at the contact, making the hand Arthur had in your hair travel to cover your mouth. His fingers then make their way under your panties, slipping two of them in. He hardens at the feeling of your wetness and quickly plunges his fingers in your cunt relentlessly. You groan into his hand, hearing the obscene noises his relentlessness made.
âFuck, youâre so wet for me darlingâ
The squelches of your pussy became louder and louder as his fingers thrusted into you more, making you push your hips back to match his rhythm.
You feel that familiar feeling of pleasure build up in your stomach but before you know it, his fingers came to an immediate stop. You felt like crying and turn to look at Arthur confused. Thatâs when you see him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, just enough for him to whip his cock out. You can see his length already leaking, all big and eager to get inside you.
âYouâre gonna take all of me, like the good little whore you areâ he groans while having one hand pull your panties to the side and the other helping line up his tip right at your entrance.
You bite your lip now that your mouth was uncovered, trying not to make much noise as his length eases into you. He grips at your bounded wrists and pushes himself more inside until he was all the way in you, making you moan at the stretch.
âGod Arthurâyouâre so bigâ you manage to gasp out.
His cock twitches and he pulls almost all the way out, only to slam back into you again. You suppress your moans as he starts creating a pace, with one of his hands on your hip. He eyes the way his length disappears in your pussy, mesmerized by it and never stopping. You can hear his throaty groans above you as you clamp down on him, loving his thrusts and how rough they were getting.
âWow doll, you feel just amazingâ he says in between a mess of groans and thrusts, âMâthe perfect one for meâ
You whimper in response, feeling too great of a pleasure to say something back properly. He was now plunging into your cunt ruthlessly, loud noises emitting from your skin slapping together and his balls hitting your clit repeatedly. His grip on you so tight, you were sure to bruise.
You were incapable of thought, just focusing on the feeling of his cock inside you as you start to tear up more from the stimulation.
âIâm closeâit feels too goodâ you say almost indistinctly.
âCum on my cock then princessâ he groans out, feeling his thrust get more and more sloppy.
Thatâs all it took to send you into pure bliss. Moaning out incredibly loud, you ride out your orgasm with Arthurâs pace never once stopping. He followed soon after, groaning incoherent words and releasing all of his load into you, not leaving a single drop left.
He rests on your back afterwards, almost crushing you from his weight.
âFâuck Arthur are you trying to kill me?â you mewl out from under him.
âNo, but I should for the way youâve been actingâ he scoffs and pushes himself off of you. He readjusts the both of you so you are both laying down comfortably on the cot, him still inside you.
âIs this rope gonna stay on me forever orââ you question but before you can finish he cuts you off.
âYes it is, now rest up darling, we have work to do in some hoursâ
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Summary: You and Chris go out to eat and you meet an old friend, but Chris isnât too happy and things get out of control.
A/N: Another Evans fic because there can never be too many.
You glare at the time on your phone and groan, âWeâve been waiting fifteen minutes and not one person has asked us what weâd like to drinkâ
Chris laughs, âItâs alright, Iâm sure someone will show up soonâ
Sighing, you tap at the table with your nails and stare at your boyfriend. He had randomly decided to take you out to eat at this new restaurant that opened about a week ago. Though, you didnât think thereâd be this much people.
You were almost ready to leave but a waiter finally shows up. âSorry for the wait, place is packed today. What would you like to drink?â
You put on your best fake smile and clear your throat, âYeah Iâll haveââ
âWait, am I crazy or?â the waiter says pointing at you.
You at look him a bit confused before it clicked, âOh crap! Josh?â
His eyes widened and his face was then painted with a huge grin, âHey! Wow I knew I recognized youâ
âWoah, itâs been way too longâ you say smiling back.
Chris looks at the both of you in pure confusion. He didnât know about your best friend you hadnât seen since high school. It was honestly surprising you had met Josh here of all places, with him serving you.
âSorryâam I missing something?â Chris speaks up with his brows furrowed, sounding a bit annoyed.
âOh yeah, hi! Sorry to bother but me and her go way backâ Josh answered, placing his hand on your shoulder.
Chris looked at his hand then at him with distaste but quickly hid it with a firm smile, âOh is that so? Well Iâd like a sprite, Thanksâ
âShit sorry! Okay a sprite andâŠâ he looks at you but before you get to say anything Chris answers for you.
âSheâll also take a spriteâ
âGreat, Iâll go get you those real quick. Oh! and we should really catch up some timeâ he says to you before walking away.
You and Chris were then left alone, both looking at each other in silence for what felt like an eternity. âSo?â Chris says leaning back, âWho was that?â
You break eye contact and answer, feeling as if you did something wrong. âThat was just Josh, an old friendâ
âA friend?â
âYes, a friendâ
âOh well thatâs nice, didnât know friends were soâŠtouchyâ
âTouchy? What are you talking aboutââ
You close you mouth tight when you felt the pressure of a foot against your cunt. He had taken off his shoe without you noticing.
Thing is, you had decided to go out in a dress today, a pretty black one you had saved for just the right occasion. Though, because of how skintight it was, you decided not to wear any panties. Now here Chris was, taking advantage of that.
You stifle a moan as he moved his foot up and down, surely ruining his socks with your slick. You angrily whispered, âJust what are you doing?â
Chris doesnât say anything. He just glares at you and continues the motions, sometimes even trying to take a poke at your entrance.
You face twists and you lay your head down on the table, hoping heâll stop teasing you. âSo you and him were close?â he says applying more pressure. âIt was a long time agoâ you managed to croak out, âI hadnât seen him in foreverâ
âLook at meâ
You lift your head up, still struggling to not make any indecent sounds. You stare into his blue eyes, which now seem a bit darker. However, before either of you can say anything, Josh disrupts you with the placement of your drinks.
Your heart then starts pounding outside of your chest.
âHere you guys go, would you like to order?â he asks taking his pen and notepad out.
Chris looks at you for you to answer. You try your best to keep your composure, âYeah weâll just umââ Chris brushes his heel against your clit and you cough, trying your best to cover the moan you almost made. And as quickly as possible you finish answering Josh, âWeâll order in a bit thank youâ
He clicked his pen and put his notepad away, âOh alright then, Iâll check in a bit thenâ he smiles then disappears and you let out a breath you didnât even notice you were holding.
âGod, Chris please stopâ you look at him practically pouting. He raises a brow and looked at you as if he didnât know what you were talking about. âDonât act dumb! If youâre gonna do something like this, do it properlyâ you whisper yelled. Thatâs when you felt his foot stop moving, and you were finally relieved.
That was until he stood up, put his shoe back on, and dragged you across the restaurant all the way into the family bathroom.
He slammed the bathroom door shut and pushed you against the wall, stepping back. âDo it properly you sayâ he scoffed, sliding off his belt and shoving down his pants and boxers âAlright thenâ
Your face heats up as you feel yourself dripping. Yeah, maybe you shouldnât have said all that.
He shoves your dress up, exposing your lower half and picks you up against the wall. Lining up the tip of his cock to your already soaked cunt, you gasp.
âYouâre mine, remember thatâ he says staring hard into your eyes.
âYes, of courseâ you tell him, gripping onto his shoulders.
Thatâs when he eases his whole length into you, no matter how many times you did it, it stung a bit every single time. You didnât mind though, if anything you liked it. You close your eyes and moan, wrapping your legs around his waist even tighter. His fingers were buried deep into your hips as he starts moving.
âFuck, you feel so goodâ he groans.
You tangle your hands into his hair and let him leave marks all you, not thinking about how youâre gonna cover them up afterwards.
He starts picking up his pace, now being able to hear the sound of skin slapping. âShit, just like thatâ you moan, tugging at his hair. The strings of your dress soon fell, exposing your bare breasts and he takes the opportunity to suck on your already hard nipples.
He thrusts into you faster and deeper while making you bounce up and down his cock with his hands.
âOnly mine princess, only mineâ he says in between groans. You feel your walls flutter at the words and he curses. Chris never failed to make you feel good, in every way possible.
You can feel your orgasm beginning to close in and you press your lips into his, sliding in your tongue. He moans into it and his thrusts soon turn sloppy. You wrap both of your arms around his neck and cry out, âIâm gonna cum Chris, fuck!â
âCum for me then babyâ he breathes out.
You squeeze around his length as you let yourself finish. He never stopped, trying to catch his release as well. You feel yourself start to tear up at the overstimulation, your legs already wobbly.
âShit, Iâm gonna fill you upâ
With a couple more hard thrusts, he stops and releases his warm liquid into you. You whimper as he slips out of you and slowly helps you plant your feet onto the ground.
You both are out of breath and sit in silence for a minute. You tug down your dress and fix your straps while he tugs on his pants. Now youâre both faced with the problems of what you just did. Not only is your lower half a mess but so are the marks all over your neck and chest. You and Chris look at each other in worry for a quick second before you both burst into laughter.
He grabs your hand and quickly rushes you out of the restaurant, both of you still in a giggling fit.
Summary: Frank came to your place to avoid trouble and things get heated.
Word count: 1.1k+
A/N: In love with Jon so I just had to make this.
You plant yourself on your sofa and turn on the television to finally catch a break. Youâve been working nonstop to save up enough money to get out of the place you were living in. Not only did the building suck, but the crime rates in the area were incredibly high.
Youâd lost count of the amount of gunshots youâve heard outside of your apartment. You had also gotten tired of helping out random guys. And by ârandom guysâ you mean Frank.
This started months ago when you walked out of your apartment to head out to work, but there lied him all bruised and bloody. So out of the kindness of your heart you took him in and cleaned him up, big mistake. Cause now every time he ends up getting into trouble, he shows up at the front of your door wanting you to help him.
Though, it has been a while since youâd seen the man. Maybe he went and got himself killed. Your heart stops at the thought but you try and convince yourself that it isnât your problem. Your mind wanders as you switch between channels, nothing catching your attention.
What did catch your attention though, was the sound of a window sliding open and a huge thud following after it. You gasp and jump off the sofa. Of course it was the man you were just thinking of.
âWhat the hell!â you yell.
âShut up or else theyâll hearâ he shushes you and points towards your window.
You stood there shocked as you saw police outside running by. Almost a full minute passes and you close the window, no more police in sight.
âFrank, the fuck have you been up to. Why are there police chasing you!â
He gets up off the floor and makes his way towards you, dragging his feet along the floor.
âDonât have to knowâ he muttered.
âWhat do you mean I donât have to know. Youâre in my placeâ you said angrily. This ungrateful prick.
Heâs then right in front of you, taking ahold of your jaw and staring you straight in the eye.
âIt means you donât have to knowâ
He lets you go and makes way towards your sofa, plopping onto it and making himself comfortable. You were so angry you could probably see smoke coming out your ears. You then stand in front of him.
âGet outâ
He looks up at you like you just slapped him in the face.
âYou heard me. Get outâ you repeated.
The both of you stayed there looking at each other, with only noise coming from the television.
He grabs your thighs and pulls them towards him, roughly. Making you end up on his lap.
âYou donât really mean that do you?â he asks as his hand goes up and down your thigh.
Youâre almost ashamed at the fact that you felt your underwear get a bit damp just now. âOf-of course I do, now get outâ you managed to say, trying your best to keep your voice straight.
He fixes himself, causing you to feel his bulge poking at you through his jeans.
âBe honest, you missed meâ
You feel your face heat up and you shift your hips, wanting to feel the friction again. Though you werenât so discreet.
âSee, you didâ he uses his thumb to rub you through your thin shorts and grabs ahold of your ass.
âMm fuckâ you moan.
âAdmit itâ
You can feel him grow bigger and bigger under you and you grind against him, enjoying the motions his thumb made against your clothed clit. But the motions stopped, and you looked at him.
âI said admit itâ
You sat in silence and finally said what you really didnât want to acknowledge.
âI missed you, a lotâ
He smirks and picks you up. Getting up off the sofa, he kicks the door open to your room and throws you onto the bed.
He takes off his shirt and strips you of all your clothes. You feel his eyes travel all over your naked body. You spread your legs, teasing him a little. Youâre sure that he can see how wet youâve gotten for him.
âFuck, youâre such a slutâ he says as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.
âYour slutâ you whispered, knowing thereâs no going back.
You then saw fire in his eyes, he shoves his jeans and boxers right off. Exposing his huge cock and grips your thighs so tight, youâre sure heâd leave bruises. He lines up his tip against you and slides up and down your slit, teasing against your entrance. You squirm and reach down to start playing with your clit, but Frank slaps your hand away.
âYou really that impatient?â he scoffs.
âFuck, yes I am. Put it in alreadyâ you say practically whining.
He smacks your thigh, leaving a big red mark. âWho are you talking to like that?â he glares down at you and grabs ahold of the hair from your scalp. âNow you better ask nicely, or else imma fucking leave right nowâ
âPlease Frank, can you please put your cock inside meâ
âShitâ
He slams his cock in you, causing you to scream in pain and pleasure. Roughly thrusting into you and grabbing your hips to hit you in all the right places.
âGod just like that!â you moan, grabbing onto his shoulders.
âWho else is fucking you like thisâ
You moan, now scratching at his back.
He slaps your ass. âAnswerâ
âNo one! Fuck, youâre the only oneâ
He starts drilling into you even harder, which you had thought was impossible. Taking ahold of your breasts he puts them in his mouth, sucking and nipping at them. Leaving a bunch of marks thatâll probably last for weeks.
You can feel yourself working towards a climax and tighten around him. Your eyes starting to tear up from the ecstasy. He groans and grabs your neck, roughly kissing you while keeping up his rapid pace.
âWho do you belong toâ he says whispering into your ear.
You turn and look at him, straight into those dark eyes.
âI belong to you, Frankâ
âGood girlâ
He connects your lips with his again and reaches his hand down to play with your clit. Never once has a man made you feel this good. You feel the pleasure arise and tighten around him some more. You muffle your moans into his mouth.
âFuck! Iâm coming Frankâ
âThatâs it, come for meâ
Thatâs all it took for you to unravel, still holding onto him tight to ride out the bliss for as long as possible. His pace becomes uncontrollable and he soon follows, emptying all of his load straight inside you.
The room was filled with the two of your heavy breathing and he suddenly plants a kiss on your forehead.
He then flips you over, with him still inside of you and grabs your blanket.
Pulling it over the both of you, he holds onto you tight.
Summary: You mess up at your new job and your boss doesnât take sorry for an answer.
A/N: New to this! Hope itâs alright.
You silently panic in the small of your cubicle. You had been only working here at this new desk job for about a week and youâd seen the faces of the people who have walked out his office. So when you had been called to go in there, you almost spit out your coffee. Thinking of all the things you couldâve possibly done wrong, you stand up and slowly make your way over there. The eyes of your coworkers werenât much help either. God, am I gonna get fired? You knock and with the sound of a stern âYesâ you walk in.
You tried your best not to crumble under his gaze, he was handsome yes but also incredibly intimidating. âYou called me here Mr. Evans?â you say trying your best not to let your voice be shaky. Before saying anything, he stood up from his chair and sat on top of his desk. âLookâ he said handing you out papers. You took them and seen the markings written over them in bright red pen. âAnd to think I mightâve had someone smart around here for a changeâ he scoffed. You stood there stunned. Was he always such a dick? You clear your voice and respond, âSorry sir, Iâll redo these and have them printed right awayâ
He grins and slides off his desk, making himself tower right over you. âNo really, how hard is it to calculate some numbers and give me what I needâ. You look up at him trying not to explode. âIâm sorry, really, it wonât happen againâ you brought yourself to say. âSorry beautiful but apologies isnât gonna cut itâ putting a strand of hair behind your ear. You feel your face start to heat up.
âSo what is it that I can do?â
You took notice in the gaze he had on your lips. He then looked back up, âOh, well I think you already knowâ
And with the heat of the moment, you smashed your lips into his. Wrapping your hands around his neck while letting him touch you all over. You moan into his mouth when you felt him harshly squeeze your ass. âAlways knew you were dirtyâ he said while pulling up your skirt and placing you on top his desk. You feel him caressing your thighs and playing with your breast. Feeling the heat between your legs, you squirm.
âBe patient beautifulâ He makes his way to your panties and starts rubbing you through the cloth. You muffle your moan on his neck and start to move your hips greedily. âPleaseâ you say so quietly that you were surprised he even heard. Though that was all it took, he shoved your panties down and slipped in two of his fingers immediately. Before you get to catch your breath, he starts moving them. Fast. You cover your mouth with your hand to muffle the uncontrollable moans escaping your mouth. âFuck youâre soakedâ he says going an even faster pace.
You spread your legs even wider and feel him start to unbutton your blouse. Within a second your blouse and your bra was off, exposing your breasts. He takes in one of your hard nipples with his mouth, still drilling into you with his fingers. âOh god! please just like that!â you start to feel that amazing familiar feeling. But thatâs when he suddenly stops. You could almost cry, âWhat are you doing?â
He pops your nipple out of his mouth and takes ahold of your jaw, looking you straight in the eye. âI told you to be patient, didnât I?â he lets you go and gets on his knees, pulling you more towards the edge of his desk. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your lower half and grab his hair. He looks up at you, licking his lips. âTell me what you want me to doâ
You start tearing up, âPlease-pleaseâ
âPlease whatâ
âPlease sir, take me in your mouthâ
Thatâs when you felt his warm soft tongue going up and down your slit. You throw your head back and tug more at his hair. The man was surprisingly skilled with his mouth. âShit!â you moaned and held yourself up with one arm on the now messed up desk. He squeezed both of your thighs and started sucking your clit, earning all sorts of noises from you. The feeling was back and him adding those two thick fingers of his helped way more. âFuck! Sir, please let me come!â He made eye contact with you and nodded his head, not stopping his tongue or his fingers. Youâre almost there and you squeeze his head with your thighs, resulting in a couple of groans from him and the adding of another finger.
Your mouth falls open and your legs shake as pure bliss follows you, your boss never once stopping. You spread open your legs, surprised his head didnât pop at the pressure. He got up off his knees and licked his lips, fixing his collar.