A short drabble of Ren touching himself while spying on you through your webcam <3
Ren/ AFAB reader
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Ren's eyes flicker across the screen, taking in your messy hair, your slightly exposed chest and hardened nipples that he could see through the thin fabric of the tank top you were wearing. His beloved angel, innocently enjoying a new episode of one your favorite shows, while he was shamelessly rubbing his hardened cock through his jeans as he was spying on you through your webcam. His hand moves up and down slowly until his erection is uncomfortably straining against his pants. He moves to unbuckle his belt, eyes still locked onto his screen, onto you. He takes out his cock, letting out a groan.
He starts off slowly, moving his hand up and down his length. Eyes occasionally flickering from your face to your tits, though mainly staying focused on your face. You're so beautiful, he could cum a million times over again just by looking at your face. He speeds up his pace a little. "Fuck." He groans when he sees you smile at something on your screen. He loves your smile so much. He moans your name, imagining it was your hand wrapped around his cock instead of his own scarred one. His pace has turned rough and fast now, the same pace you use when fuck yourself with your fingers, or the toys you own. He has watched you touch yourself a million times. He has hours upon hours of recordings of it saved and backed up on hard drives that he frequently uses, but there's something about watching the live footage from your cam that he hacked into. Watching you in this very moment, having no clue he's squeezing his cock to you just going about your day. Maybe he feels a little guilty about it, but he indulges in the knowledge that he's the only one who gets to see you like this.
He feels himself getting closer. He's moaning and whining out loud, not having to worry about any neighbors overhearing him. He probably wouldn't really care anyways. He moves his focus to your eyes, and with a couple more strokes he's shooting ropes of thick cum as your name slips from his tongue. He cums all over the screen, he wishes it was all over you instead. He wishes it was marking you. Your face, your tits. He wishes he could scoop it off and make you lick it up or lick it off of your skin himself. He wishes he could get you all cleaned up and tuck you safely into his arms after. Instead, he sits alone in his dark room. The only light source being his screen. He looks down at the mess he's made. Patience. He tells himself. It'll all be worth it. You'll be together soon enough. He'll make sure of it.
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When you walked in, the sight should have suprised you. It was a whole mess, a massacre, anyone would be able to see it
but—
on the other hand, you saw it coming. You weren’t suprised. It had only been a matter of time when it would take place.
When he would finally snap.
You could almost hear how your handmaidens had stiffened behind you, but you were mostly unfazed at the massacre that probably had taken place just moments ago.
Your gaze lazingly flitting over the blood smears, splatters, dismembered bodies and organs strewn across the usually clean floors. As if it were some grotesque art show that was put on.
“It’s my gift for you, my love. They are not needed, not when you have me.” Sukuna was shamelessly sprawled out on your throne. Two hands lazily resting on the arms of the throne, one drawing circles on his thigh and the other supporting his chin. His face was set into a subtle grin, enough of a telltale sign that he was proud of his work.
With a curt nod towards your handmaidens, you dismissed them. Not bothering to look back how they scurried away. A soft hum emerged you as you walked closer to the bodies, well what was left of them atleast.
You could barely identify them, but you know well enough who they were. The rest of your concubines. All sorts of hands, feet, torsos were clattered at the foot at your throne. Gaze raising up to where Sukuna was still sprawled out as if he were the emperor himself, so you finally said something. “Normally i would punish you for this. Carelessly ridding of useful lives, i had purposes for them. I suppose you are somewhat right though. I don’t need them, when i have you.”
That made him twitch. Sukuna knew that you couldn’t be mad at him, atleast not for long. With slow and calculated steps, you made your way up to your throne. Disregarding the bodies and limbs that were sprawled all over your floor.
Your eyebrow slightly arched up as you carefully took in the way that Sukuna was sitting all sprawled out, as if the place belonged to him, as if he was the Emperor of the Kingdom. Not just a concubine of The Empress. He simply didn’t care. You could see it in the way he kept his chin lifted. If it were anyone else, they would have been sent to be executed already—But this was different. This was Sukuna.
And the part was, you did not loathe it. The way he acted. How he dared to challenge you in his bold ways, daring to stand out and defy against you. He was the only one who did not care that much for your title. Sukuna kept to his bold ways, which you secretly preferred much more than most who rarely dared to say anything in your presence.
Slowly Sukuna leaned forward, one of his hands reaching out to boldly grasp at your hip. Fingers bunching up the layered fabric you wore and you just tipped your chin up, waiting silently. “Let me rule alongside you. I know how to take care of you—Unlike these useless measley humans. They did not even fight back. How would you expect them to protect you?”
A soft scoff emerged from your lips at Sukuna’s words. Bold, as always. Not like you would have expected any differ from him. He’s always voiced his dislike for the humans that were employed by you, as if he deemed to think you above them—Despite being Empress, you were still made from the same flesh as those ‘Measley Humans’. With a soft hum, you raised your hand. Slowly letting it card through Sukuna’s locks. Pausing, before you lightly tugged on the colored strands, forcing him to look up at you.
“You forget yourself, Ryomen. If i wished to have one equal to me, i would have chosen one. Do not forget where you stand, beneath me..ordered at my desires.” Your grip tightened in his hair, your other hand raising to press against his chest—Pushing him back against the throne. One of your feet nudging his apart, forcing him to spread his thighs further open,—until you heard a groan emerge from him.
Instead of him getting pissed, he enjoyed it. You could tell the way he half liddedly looked at you and you out a scoff at the sight of him. Muttering a ‘pathetic’ underneath your breath. In some way, it did not suprise you. Sukuna was always devoted to you, no matter what (rightfully so) , but unlike your other concubines or even guards,—He meant it when he’d said he would kill for you and right now it showed.
It was sweet in some kind of twisted way, him murdering the rest of your concubines just so he could have you all to himself. That only he could and would take care of you. To be the only one taking care of your needs and praising your body and soul like a Goddess to be prayed to.
Obviously you could not resist such temptation, after all..you were only of human flesh.
Who were you to deny yourself the pleasure you rightiously deserve?
Sukuna’s voice, soon enough snapped you out of your daydream. “Just relax, your Majesty. Let me take care of you. You need not do anything now, not any time soon.” You almost felt yourself going slack in his grip as he brought you closer to him. Now standing between his spread thighs.
A shudder running over the back of your neck as Sukuna pressed and nuzzled his nose against your fabric covered stomach. Unable to help yourself as a staggered breath escaped from your lips.
What about a yandere playboy x revenge-driven reader?
Yandere! Playboy is the guy on campus. How can he not be? He has everything a person could ever want. He is wealthy, handsome and has many friends. Best of all qualities; he’s great in bed.
Yandere! Playboy has been hitting beds for years now. He is young and has a right to live life to the fullest, so why shouldn’t he enjoy himself while he still can? His parents doesn’t approve of this behaviour but what can they do to stop him? Besides, he’s already told his father that he’ll find someone to settle down with when he’s older and fit to take over the company. He doesn’t want to lose the privileged life he has so it’s in his best favour to just do what his dad tells him to and find someone to marry later.
It wouldn’t reflect well on the company if its leader is a scandalous, immature playboy after all.
Yandere! Playboy who has been with most of the people on campus. The only exception are the ones he and his friends consider ‘too ugly’ or ‘just not up to standards’- which can be due to anything. It’s basically become a game by this point; who in the friend group can be the college’s number one player.
Yandere! Playboy who almost let his friend surpass him in that department. It was a close call. Good luck he found a cute girl in time so he could drive up his score just above his friend’s. He noticed her at a party. He hadn’t seen her around before so he guessed she was new. The girl looked very out-of-place, standing in a corner while everyone else were letting loose. Did she come alone? Whatever, it didn’t matter. Quickly he snatched her up. She definitely wasn’t the best he’s had, nowhere near it in fact. She was an average fuck at best. It was only after he’d brought her home and fucked her until she cried, that he realised his mistake. After the deed was done she was awfully clingy. She wrapped her arms around him and tried to nuzzle his neck, much to his dismay.
Yandere! Playboy hastily pushed her off and asked her what she thought she was doing. Confused, she responded that she just wanted to cuddle since what they did was so special. Oh no, he thought. She was one of those girls who thought hooking up once meant ‘relationship’. How could he be so stupid? He knew better than to take ‘sweet’ girls with him, they always ended up deluding themselves they were a couple. Sternly, he told her to get out. This made her confused and she wondered if she’d done something wrong.
“Yes, you’ve done something wrong.”
“What was it? Please tell me.” She whispered in a small voice.
He sneered at her. “You think we’re a couple now or some shit. Sorry to burst your bubble but we’re not together.”
The girl bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes. “We’re…not? Then why would you-“
“-don’t think you’re special. I just didn’t want my pal’s fuck-score to get higher than mine and you were the first decent thing I could find.”
Afterward he kicked her out. He didn’t give a shit that she was crying. Her feelings didn’t matter to him. No one’s feelings mattered to him besides his own. It was her own fault for getting her hopes up. She was cute, don’t get him wrong. But she seemed way too much of a goody two-shoes for him.
Yandere! Playboy who went about life normally after that. Occasionally he did see his latest lay around campus but she never approached him, instead she chose to send him a sad glance now and then. Pathetic.
Yandere! Playboy had been so caught up with a bunch of school work, he swore the professors had it out for him. After all that tediousness he deserved a break. He needed to relax and there was only one way to do that correctly. Unfortunately his regular ‘buddies’ were unavaliable, he’ll have to find someone else tonight.
Yandere! Playboy who searched the room filled with dancing, intoxicated people. The constantly colour-switching lights made him dizzy. No matter how much he searched he could not see anyone who’d caught his interest. He was about to give up when someone finally got his attention. It was you. Gosh you were just gorgeous. Wow, he thought. He hadn’t seen anyone like you before. Luckily you appeared to notice him too. He seductivle licked his lips while staring into your eyes and was happy when you showed equal interest.
Yandere! Playboy who didn’t waste a minute and went right up to you. You were been hotter up close. This was going to be fun, he thought as he led you upstairs.
Yandere! Playboy was in shock. What the hell just happened? The morning light shone directly in his face but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. After he’d brought you to his room for what he’d imagined to be a usual fun night, he’d been fully surprised. You were nothing short of amazing. He couldn’t recall a moment when he’d ever felt so good. Usually he was the one to lead but you took over as if for was the most natural thing in the world. Never in his life had he been so thoroughly explored. The bruises on his body still ached when he moved.
He needed more.
Yandere! Playboy became obsessed afterwards. He had to see you again. All those years of sleeping around could never amount to the pleasure he felt that night with you and he desperately wanted to feel it again. Sadly, it was like you vanished. Did you not go to the same college? He asked around but no one knew you. Strange, he thought. Weeks passed and there was still no sign of you. He was incredibly pent up now. He had been focused on finding you that he hadn’t taken anyone home since. His friends thought he was acting way to obsessed with his random person and needed to calm down. Perhaps if he spent time with someone he’d cool off. They see him up to meet one of his regular ‘buddies’ who was more than happy to see him again.
Yandere! Playboy tried to recreate the experience with them but it didn’t work. They were all clumsy and didn’t know how to make anything feel good. He couldn’t even finish that time. Frustrated, he threw them out and told them he wanted to be alone. Why wasn’t it working? What went wrong? And why the hell couldn’t he stop thinking about you? It made him want to tear his hair out.
While he was deeply grumbling about his newfound problem, he was interrupted by a knock on his door. He shouted at the person to leave him alone but the knocking didn’t stop. He ripped the door open and was prepared to scream at the other person when his eyes widened in surprise. He was speechless.
There in the doorway stood you. You gave him a wicked smile, “Can I come in?”
Yandere! Playboy practically became your dog after that. He knows your name now, (Y/n). He shudders just thinking about it. Turns out you do go to another college and you’re not the most social person which explains why no one had heard of you. Not only are you fantastic on the outside, he finds you to be a wonderful person too. The more you’ve hung out, the more he’s gotten to know about you. He currently knows these five things: you always have a way to make him laugh, you share many hobbies(some which he can’t talk about even with his closest friends), you value his opinion, never talk down to him, and he absolutely loves you.
Yandere! Playboy who immediately cuts off his previous hook ups. You’re the only one for him. There isn’t a soul out there who can be your match. All of his friends have become so annoying. All they say is about how much he’s changed and it’s crazy how he’s doing a complete 180 for one single person. He ignores them. If they can’t see how perfect you are then that’s their loss, and he can’t be friends with them anymore. The only ones happy about this change are his parents.
He recalls his father saying, “So you’ve finally decided to be a real man and stop with your foolishness.”
“Yes. I have found my one and only love, the person I’m going to marry.”
His father nodded. Yandere! Playboy smiled. He had all intention to follow up with his statement. He loved you and based of your reactions around him, he’d say you loved him too.
Yandere! Playboy who was all giddy as he waited for you at the restaurant you’d decided to meet in. You had been hanging out for months now and he thought it was time to ask you to be his official partner(future spouse). It was a perfect setting. He has brought a bouquet of flowers and put on nice clothes. The ambiance was just right.
He waited.
You weren’t there yet, but sometimes you ran a little late.
He waited some more.
You still weren’t there. That’s all right! He’ll sit there until you arrive.
He sat in his chair long enough to see the staff send him pitiful looks. Where were you? It had been far too long for you to simply be ‘running a little late’. Did you get into an accident? He prayed nothing had happened to you. Quickly he pulled out his phone and sent you a text. Or well, he tried to.
‘Unable to send message’
What? He didn’t understand. Why wasn’t his text getting through? Did you…block him? No that wasn’t possible. There was no reason you would do that. You loved him. He loved you. You wouldn’t block him. All of his attempts to contact you went into the garbage. When he called; direct to voicemail. He tried looking for you, although that proved to be a lot harder than he thought. It was then he realised he had no idea where you lived. You were always at his place and he never questioned it. He went to your college and asked if anyone had seen you but they all said they didn’t know anyone by the name of (Y/n) who went there. Did you lie about where you went to school?
Yandere! Playboy who became depressed. He couldn’t find you anywhere. You had vanished, just like before. Except this time you never came back. His head was filled with questions. Where were you? Are you safe? Why did you leave him? Didn’t you love him too? He fell into despair. His parents wanted to help him and so did the friends he abandoned for you (they came back, he couldn’t understand why), but nothing they did helped. They weren’t you.
Please come back to him, he needs you.
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A/n: for clarification, the girl in the beginning is reader’s friend.
Just your typical luck, your car had suddenly broken down in the middle of nowhere. What will you do now? You can’t stay there, there’s no food or water available. Luckily, you hadn’t run out of recourses just yet but it was very close to being gone.
You stepped out of the car and went around it, staring it down with waves of irritation rolling off you. You tried coming up with a plan. The next stop was miles away and it was nothing but a daydream that you’d be able to make it there on foot.
Right as you were about to give up and let the animals take you, the sound of wheels on gravel caught your attention. Turning around, you saw another car speeding towards you. Yes! You were saved! You waved at the person in the car and luckily enough it stopped. ‘I’m gonna pray it’s not Michael Meyers lost cousin or something.’
The door to the passenger side opened and you spotted a man sitting behind the wheel. He was young, around your age, probably a little older perhaps. He had dark brown hair and equally dark eyes. You instantly noticed a scar below his left eye as you glanced at his face. You had to admit, he was very handsome; in a rugged type of way. You couldn’t help but eye how his plain shirt hugged all the muscles on his body. You mentally slapped yourself, ‘Geez (Y/n), you’re here to ask for help not ogle him like the last piece of cake at the party!’
“Your car broke down?” He asked, looking at the worthless piece of junk that had decided to betray you just minutes ago.
“Yeah, it did.” You scratched the back of your head in slight embarrassment. “I couldn’t trouble you for a ride, could I?” He was quiet for a moment, in which you hastily added, “Not for long! Just so I can get proper help from a mechanic. I won’t be a bother I promise.”
The man nodded. “Alright then, hop in.”
Your eyes lit up at his response. You gladly took a seat beside him and thanked him again for his help. “Thank you so much. You’re literally saving my life.”
He nodded once more. Guess he wasn’t much of a talker. Well not that it mattered much. You’d only stick around until you got to a town and found someone who could fix your vehicle. You didn’t have to be all buddy-buddy with each other. You only had to be happy he didn’t seem to want to kill you and hang your organs like Christmas ornaments. The chance of you meeting again was down to basically zero.
Or that’s what you thought, but life has a funny way of messing with you. It must have a grudge against you or else you wouldn’t be seated in the same position you were previously, only it being about 3 hours later. The drive to the nearest town was long(you definitely wouldn’t have made it by walking) and when you got there, you found out the one mechanic they had was out of town.
You thought you were going to have to spend the night in a bush, but you were pleasantly surprised to have your muscular helper offer a nights stay at his farm. You were grateful(once more) and also confused. Why was he being so nice to you when he didn’t have any reason to? It didn’t make sense. The two of you had just met, plus that you’ve only spoken a number of times and none of the conversations were noteworthy.
It was after you accepted you got to know his name, Weston. It fit him quite well, you thought. He told you there was a spare room you could use. It would be further away from his, to offer you some sort of privacy. He also mentioned there was one other person living on the farm, his younger brother. If he annoyed you, you could just tell him off, Weston said to you.
Your butt was sore from all the sitting, both in your own car but also from this little trip. The sky darkened and the sun had nearly completely disappeared when you finally arrived at the farm. It looked like you imagined. There was a large house which you assumed was the main house. Behind it was a big, red barn. You thought you could hear the faint sounds of animals.
Climbing out of the car, you glanced expectantly at your host, waiting for his initiative. You didn’t want to be rude and march right up to the house. As you were waiting, another figure came into view. He was much like his older brother, with brown hair and eyes to match. He was smiling at the both of you, although you caught a slight suspicion towards you.
“Who’s the new kid?” He asked his sibling, who gave him a rundown of what’s happened. You were a bit annoyed at how he called you ‘kid’, you were very much a grown person. And he’s one to talk, you were sure he was younger than you, even through all that brawn. He wasn’t as tall as Weston but he was no joke either. The younger brother looked at you with sympathy, “Really? Well that’s unfortunate. What’re you gonna do now that the mechanic’s gone- since you need him I’m guessing you don’t exactly know how to fix cars.”
You sighed, “I’m not sure yet. I’ll come up with something tomorrow. I’m too tired from all the driving and thinking.”
“Alright, I get it. I’m Lucas by the way.”
You shook his hand. “(Y/n), and thank you for having me. You’re really saving me here.”
“Haha, well Weston likes to pretend he’s heartless, but he’s really just a giant teddy bear.” Lucas said and smirked as he received a glare from the ‘teddy bear’.
“Come in (Y/n), I’ll show you your room.” Weston led you into the house.
Right as you stepped over the threshold, you felt a slight chill. Something felt wrong. You turned around to see Lucas’ beaming face. He tilted his head in confusion.
“Everything good?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. You’d gotten the impression that he’s a chill guy, but now you started wondering if you’d made the wrong choice.
“N-no, everything’s great!”
There was no turning back now, you thought as you descended deeper into the house.
It was unfortunate that every time you followed one of the brothers into town again, for supplies and other things, the mechanic was never there. Sadly it seemed like his vacation wasn’t over yet which meant no way home for you. However, you didn’t have it so bad. The brothers had been kind enough to let you keep staying with them at their farm.
Honestly it was pretty good there. Sure, it wasn’t what you were used to, but some change of scenery was good for you. Not wanting to appear lazy, you helped them to the best of your ability around the farm. You couldn’t lift heavy things like they could even if you really put your back into it, and you certainly didn’t trust yourself to milk the cows; something you could do was cook! It’d become a routine for them to do their work during the day and you’d make them lunch and then dinner in the evenings. You’d never seen yourself as a homemaker, though this was kind of fun. Maybe it was the heat poking your brain or it was that you genuinely enjoyed their company.
Besides, it was really nice looking out the kitchen window and catching a glimpse of them at work. You weren’t proud, but it did something for you. The way droplets of sweat ran down their backs, not in a gross way though, in an appealing manner. During the instances they took of their shirts, you got a front row seat to see the muscles in action. You now knew Lucas had stone-hard abs and that Weston had a very nice back.
Despite the fun in getting to know both of them individually, there were some things you couldn’t deny making you uncomfortable. For example, there was the curfew. That one had a good explanation; there were wild animals sometimes running around and they didn’t want you to get hurt. That made perfect sense! Though you couldn’t shake off that one time you couldn’t sleep and had gone outside on the porch for some air. You were just relaxing and looking at the bright stars when shouting woke you up more than your insomnia. Lucas had come rushing towards you in panic. He’d frantically asked you what you were doing up. You responded honestly and he slowly calmed down. He said you shouldn’t go out by yourself anymore. If you can’t sleep you can see the stars perfectly from the living room window, or better yet, you can come to one of their rooms instead.
Then there was the room furthest back in the barn. Although it could be excused as well, they told you that’s where they slaughtered the animals. But you could swear you heard something from inside, something that doesn’t sound at all like a cow, a pig or a chicken. Suspicion arose in you, but fear held you in a chokehold and prevented you from investigating. However nice they were to you, there was no way you’d risk pissing them off. Especially since the mechanic still wasn’t back which meant you had no way to escape, if it would be necessary.
Lucas had been right, Weston wasn’t as scary as he seemed in the beginning. Sure, he was a bit rough around the edges but he had sweet moments too. Once during one of your little adventures on the porch, Weston had suddenly appeared by your side, giving you a scare. He apologised and asked why you were out. You were worried he would get angry considering you’d just recently had the ‘no more going out’- conversation with Lucas. To your surprise he chuckled at your nervous demeanor and did not reprimand you. He told you that in his opinion, Lucas was too paranoid for his own good and sometimes didn’t know when to stop. You don’t have to walk on eggshells, though you probably shouldn’t wander off the porch after dark. Better to be safe than sorry, right? Afterwards he declared he’s going to bed before wrapping you in a blanket, you didn’t even notice he had it with him until he turned you into a burrito. He was very sweet in his own way, you realised. From then on you paid more attention to the affection he undoubtedly showed. Sometimes it was hard to see, but it was definitely there.
Lucas on the other hand was more open with his affection; pulling you into hugs, asking about your day, petting your hair. All these thing he did daily. He, too, was incredibly sweet. Sometimes it was hard to comprehend that him and Weston shared DNA. They were so different. The only thing confirming their relation was little things how their eyes lit up the same way or how their smiles were similar(if you were fortunate enough to witness Weston smiling, that is). Lucas also had a protective streak. He constantly worried over your safety and wellbeing. Which was kind of nice, when he wasn’t nagging you about it every five seconds.
You better listen to them. It’s all for your best. Because if you don’t, you might end up walking into the barn, and then you might end up finding the remains of the mechanic you’ve been so desperately looking for. And that wouldn’t be very good now, would it?
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Manhwa : Marronnier Farm Near by the Imperial Palace / Marronnier Farm Next to the Imperial Palace / 宮殿の隣のマロニエ農場 / 皇宮裡的馬洛尼埃農場 / 황제궁 옆 마로니에 농장 / My Farm by the Palace
Author/Illustrations : Jung yeon / Ollcha(Art)
Manhwa : Fluff / Comedy / Fantasy Manhwa (17-18+).
Ilustrations Acount : ollcha🐥🕯
Count word : 1585 word.
HAPPY NEW YEARS MY DEARS🦋🎆. Is late but hope this years all our wishlist will be came true. this is the fic that i promised a few days ago, i hope you like old men like Lysander hahaha, he's so handsome, i can't hold back, and the fact the manhwa was warm slice of life genre and comedy, and all the chara was good and chef kiss! I think soons i will make other chara in this manhwa🤭, anyways, enjoy my story, i try my best to make it fluff but i guess is fail? Well, i hope you all have a happy new year, much love- Neva🦋🦋
might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote. Anyways i hope you all enjoys my story,love.- Neva🦋🦋
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In the Bratania Empire, a prosperous, wealthy and stable Empire. Led by Emperor Iskandar Lionslore Deon Alekto. A handsome young emperor aged 22 years.
Under the emperor's division. There are 4 holy knight commanders
Namely;
Commander of the Holy Wood Knight of the High Elf Family.
Commander of the Holy Flame Knight of the High Vampire 'Noble One.'
Commander of the Warbear Family Knight.
Last was Commander of the Holy Wind Knight of the Golden Cat Sith Family. A 19-year-old cat fairy boy.
But... there is one noble who is right beside the emperor, Count Lsyander Albert.
The man who holds the responsibility for the internal affairs of the imperial palace and is also the direct representative of all Pro-Commoners.
The man who has entered his thirties, unfortunately... does not have a wife.
The reason is quite simple, namely because he is too busy working and does not have time to think about household problems.
Until one day, here he was, standing in front of the emperor who was busy staring at the small hut, watching his farmer neighbor and saying ideas that didn't make sense to him.
"Your Majesty, I believe that the idea of getting married at my age of 3 years old, is somewhat unethical"
Is, the emperor who was busy staring at his neighbor's house just snorted biasedly.
"Count. You know your age is no longer young, ethical or not, there is no prohibition for someone to marry, old or young as long as it is in accordance with the law"
Is looked at the count then patted the count's shoulder gently.
"Count, are you worry theres no one women want you?"
"Your Majesty?!"
Count Lysander stared in disbelief at the emperor's clear words.
As for Is? He just chuckled as he walked away leaving the order, which for Albert was very difficult.
"You have 2 weeks, Count, get married or you will take care of all the internal work of the empire"
The Count just sighed roughly, while thinking in his mind, where could he find a wife?
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For a week he searched for a wife, nobles, highborn ladies, even commoners to smallfolk he searched, but none of them fit his criteria.
Until entering the second week .. exactly one day before the 3rd week appeared. He met a woman, from a bankrupt noble family. A baron. A noble with a title but without power or wealth. His old heart beat fast as if he was drinking his favorite coffee even though he was drinking coffee, when he saw you he felt his life was in front of his eyes, he fell in love for the first time.
Working hard in a small grocery store, supporting himself. That woman is you, At first the count courted you in a normal and formal way. But you were too shy and always ran away when you saw him.
Until the count decided to use coercion, kidnapping you by force and marrying you by force.
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You, a young woman who is only 20 years old, still single and has never had a boyfriend, struggling to make a living by running a small grocery store, suddenly a man who is already in his thirties seduces you, for you the man is handsome, of course, from the way he dresses to how neat his hair is, you know, this person is an insider of the emperor. A noble.
Even though you are also a noble, the title of baron that you inherited from your parents means nothing.
But here you are?! In a luxurious room that you are sure, even the bathroom is bigger than the dilapidated hut where you live!
Unfortunately you want to run away but can't, because the one who married you is none other than, Count Lysander Albert. The emperor's official aide as the person in charge of internal imperial affairs and also the representative of the common people.
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Lysander, for the past 2 weeks has been observing his wife carefully, his wife who is so young and beautiful, different from himself who is old and looks more like a father than a husband.
During the day, Lysander did not dare to sleep in the same room or even touch you as the first night of the bride and groom. He felt very inappropriate to be with you.
Until one day, Lysander accidentally passed the garden in his residence. Seeing his beautiful and pretty wife, chatting friendly with several noble ladies there.
But the topic of their conversation was what made him silent and wipe his face.
Lady Istar and Lady Maurien. The two women openly spoke so brazenly and boldly to you.
"Lady... seeing how far your relationship with the count is, I do not expect more, the count is old lady. So lady do not be sad if the count cannot satisfy lady. That is normal, right lady Istar". Lady Mauren with sympathy made to pat your arm gently with fake sympathy.
"If I were you, I will certainly try my best to please the Count with my efforts, haa.. the Count is a perfect husband, even though he is old"
Meanwhile, Lady Istar, could only laugh awkwardly hearing Lady Maurien's bold words!.
"Thank you for your concern, Lady Maurien, but the issue of whether or not my husband is able to give me pleasure, that is my business, not yours. Excuse me"
You decided to leave the garden, arguing with the two noble ladies only drained your energy, for you, Lady Maurien's intentions were very clear. Jealousy, even though the Count was already in his 30s, his handsomeness had not faded at all, unmatched wealth, power equal to the emperor, even, being the emperor's father figure when he was little.
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Tonight, you slept alone as usual, the room was this big. Even the husband who married you by force had not shown his face for the past 2 days. It had been 2 days since you had been married to the count.
You were on the balcony, enjoying the night view, only to be surprised by the door to your room being opened roughly.
Turning around, there you saw, your husband, Count Lysander Albert. With hair that was... quite messy and untidy as usual.
The distance between the room and the balcony was also not that far, you could smell the scent of his expensive musk mint cologne at night with the cold air.
"Wife"
His hoarse voice with a deep that makes your hair stand on end. Lysander, looking at you who is so beautiful tonight, you are always beautiful in his eyes, always and forever. With a simple white nightgown, loose hair that moves softly due to the night wind.
"Wife, do you think.. I am like what they say?"
The sudden question made you think deeply, who does your husband mean as "they"?.
"I don't understand what you mean, husband and-" before you could finish your sentence, you were cut off by him first.
"Old and impotent, can't give you pleasure because I'm old, do you think I'm like that?"
Lysander stood right in front of you, gently holding your chin so that you looked right at him.
"Did... husband hear the conversation in the garden?". You felt that you were walking between fragile ice, just asking the wrong question. It could be that your relationship with your husband who was already distant became even more distant.
"Just answer, yes or no"
With a low growl Lysander stared at me sharply.
"I don't-"
"Are you not sure?"
Roughly and frankly Albert quickly pulled your waist, pressing your lips gently to meet, soft and warm, Lysander expertly explored every inch of your mouth and teeth, making sure every corner remembered him.
Gently releasing your embrace, Lysander brought your foreheads together, speaking softly.
"Wife... I know, I forced you to marry this old man, you must not love me either, but my dear, allow me to love you, show you, that I am not just an old man, I am also not impotent my dear wife"
Lysander gently led you into the room laying you down on the bed gently.
"Allow me, to show you, how good I can make you feel good, make you pregnant, make you the mother of my children in the future"
Lysander kissed your forehead gently, down to your neck and kissed your neck passionately with full of love.
"My love, I will show you, how long I can devour you, cry or beg, don't expect me to stop before you pass out"
That night, lit by the full moon that was willing to peek from the window, illuminating the high and beautiful sky at night.
Lysander or people who knew him as Count Lysander Albert, the prime minister of law under the emperor directly, claimed so confidently his wife for the first time, carrying out their first night that they did not have time to do.
Just when you had passed out unable to keep up with the brutality of your husband Albert. Lysander just stopped, chuckled softly before kissing your forehead affectionately, cleaning your entire body with love until it was clean and putting on his clothes that were big enough for you.
Hugging you gently, Lysander looked at you with love. Lysander whispered softly in the quiet night.
"Sleep my wife, I love you, even if the world ends, I will look for you to the end of the world, my wife. My love"
Clark starts showing up in Gotham more often; no League business, no emergencie. Just there. At first, Bruce brushes it off, Superman dropping by during patrol? Suspicious, but not unheard of. But then it's every night.
He doesn't say much, just watches from rooftops, eyes glowing faintly in the dark, hovering just out of reach. Bruce jokes about it "Are you patrolling or shadowing me now?" but Clark just smiles, quiet and unreadable.
Then the boundaries start to slip. Bruce finds a repaired gauntlet in his gear that he didn't fix, he cave's firewall flags an attempted intrusion. So precise it could only have come from someone with super speed, and when he gets shot during a takedown, Clark is there in seconds, face storm dark with rage, voice low as he tells the shooter: "You touched something that you shouldn't"
After that, Bruce finds a file in the Watchtower labeled only "Wayne" and it's encrypted, he deletes it without opening it. Two hours later, it's back. Updated.
Clark never admits anything. He's affectionate, attentive, always sweet. But his gifts become… weirdly specific. A rare first edition copy of a book Bruce mentioned once in passing, a watch made from melted down remnants of Bruce's parents' car.
Bruce doesn't ask how Clark got them. He doesn't have to. He knows.
And yet, every time he hears the flutter of a cape behind him and feels a warm breath at his neck and a kiss on his cheek he still says nothing.
Maybe a part of him wants to be 'treasured' like this.
(Well, I think that is clear now that I really like writing about dark/obsessive Clark 🥺)
