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Series: Crossed Out | Bookish | Home is where the hurt is | Custody
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After an encounter with a local crime gang some years ago, Jay is enjoying a peaceful life. Until Zayne shows up on his doorstep. Jay’s priorities drastically shift from meeting deadlines to avoiding death threats, making sure no one knows what is going on by hiding his injuries and evading questions. But while Zayne is his biggest concern, an even bigger threat looms over them both; someone who is determined to keep past and present events under wraps, no matter the cost.
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Bookish - Prev chapter: Archaic practices - pt 1 here
Healthy consensual sex between enemies in my chapter? Headcanon, au, I don't know what this is, but here we go. Minors shoo.
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“Just this once, okay!” Dani said, again, as Roman was unlocking the door to his bedroom. “And no sneaky business! I still don’t trust you.”
The lock clicked. Roman swung the door open and turned towards her. He held out a hand. “Truce. For now.”
She narrowed her eyes and glanced at his open hand as if it was a trick in itself.
“I won’t hurt you,” Roman said, voice calm and steady. “Unless you’re into that—” Dani snorted. “No funny business and in return you won’t try to knock me out.”
This was such a bad idea, but she’d actually like to feel good for once here instead of only experiencing pain and misery. This didn’t mean anything. It was just a little something to let off some steam. She shook his hand. “Truce. For now.”
He smiled, and for once it wasn’t the devil’s grin that usually adorned his lips. Then he pulled her into the bedroom and lightly spun her towards the bed.
There was a rush in their movements, as if they both either couldn’t wait or were sure that they were going to change their mind on this before they could get the clothes off each other. Roman pulled Dani’s – his – shirt over her head, the only thing she had on and it barely covered her undies, the sight of which had pretty much started this for him. Dani busied herself with the buttons of his shirt, slowly picking her way down under his fond yet hungry gaze and let him handle the rest of the fight with the sleeves as she unbuckled his belt.
She couldn’t resist a peek when he opened the bedside drawer. He searched for a condom; she searched for a weapon. Not for now, they had a truce, just information for later. But there was nothing. No gun. Not even a blade. She stored away the bit of knowledge – that he felt apparently untouchable in his bedroom – and shifted her mindset back.
Roman wrapped his arms around her bare hips, lightly picked her up, and carefully laid her down on the bed.
They didn’t kiss. Though Roman lightly brushed his lips over her skin, over her clavicle, up her neck, exploring her body and his hands roamed up her hips to her waist, hot breath indicating his eagerness.
“Does this count as hate sex?” Dani asked, surprised by the gentle touches.
He exhaled a chuckle and her skin prickled. “No,” he said into the nape of her neck, now slowly making his way down.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t hate you.”
“Pfff.”
He went further down, lips brushing over her breast, her nipple, finally adding tongue and Dani let out a surprised little moan high in her throat. Spurred on by this, his lips closed around her nipple, one hand cupping her other breast, before he continued his way down. His tongue expertly swirled over her clit and she clenched a fist into the duvet, hissing in a breath.
He wasn’t that interested in sex, he had said. Yet he moved with casual experience and expertly treated all sensitive parts of her body with the respect they deserved. Unlike some of the more welcome bed partners Dani had shared, who were more kind, less sadistic, yet some still had no idea what to do. Maybe, because he was less interested, he focused on his partner’s pleasure more instead of his own? That is… if it didn’t involve pain and being an absolute asshole.
“All these sensitive nerve endings...” he murmured.
“Do not talk science to me right now,” Dani gasped. She let her fingers slide through his hair, her other hand roaming up and down the length of his forearm.
He hummed a teasing laugh. It vibrated right through her and she arched her back and her fingers, clawing over his head.
“You better stop soon…” she said, haltingly, and lightly tugged at his hair.
Another hum, questioning this time.
“Because if I come this fast I’ll kick you off the bed right after…”
That made him resurface and her body relaxed against the mattress. “Fair point.”
He tigered over her, low on his hands and knees, maintaining eye contact and that mischievous soft grin.
She welcomed him. But when the pillow dipped as he rested his hand just next to her head and lightly leaned forward, she startled.
“No,” she merely said.
Roman froze immediately, probably worried she had changed her mind.
But she nudged a hand to the side of his shoulder and the other against the underside of his ribs, slowly tilting him to the side.
He caught on and obediently followed, letting her roll him onto his back, swing a leg over his hips and straddle his waist.
“That’s better,” she said.
The earlier position was a bit too familiar for her taste. It hadn’t been the first time he’d been pressing up against her, or looming over her, caging her, his body a prison. And that usually was a prelude to fighting and pain. She didn’t want to think about that now. And perhaps more urgently, didn’t want him to remember this when he would close her in again in the near future, and risk that he’d start to associate the situation with sex.
This was good, sitting on top of him. A taste of his own medicine and, admittedly, she liked looking down on him. And from the looks of it, he enjoyed looking up at her, gaze roaming over her breasts, fingers fondly caressing.
Her hand found his jaw and with a mere flick of her fingers made him tear his gaze from her breasts.
She sat back and lowered herself to sit on his hips, pressing his cock against his stomach, and she slowly rocked back and forth, teasing him as she rubbed over the head and back down the length.
“Fff—” He tensed then uncoiled, relaxing against the pillow and squeezed his eyes shut, to her amusement.
She traced her fingers up his arm, over the vein crossing his bicep, exploring the dip of his shoulder before gently going around the scar an inch under his collarbone. She really had been close… It matched the one on her shoulder, but his was way more prominent; eye-catching against the tanner surrounding skin, a crater with sharper edges as if it hadn’t healed that well. She wondered if he removed the bullet himself. It wouldn’t surprise her.
It was a little strange, touching him like this; exploring and even admiring the physique that she used to – and would continue to – fight against. He was always unyielding, muscles hard under his skin, pushing back against her, straining, boxing her in and not giving an inch. Now he melted under her touch, bent whichever way she wanted him, and went along with the barest nudge of her fingertips.
He followed her example, exploring her body, her curves, hands never leaving her skin. And his eyes not leaving hers, testing more than just her softness; he checked her responses, if she twitched or winced, if she allowed him to continue.
And she did. Usually, his touches repelled her, made her shudder and twist away. Now they drew her in, his touch adoring and respectful instead of probing and clinical. Even the hand brushing her face now felt warm and genuine instead of mocking.
His hands moved to her waist, fingertips digging in softly as he encouraged her up, wanting her to take him.
Dani muttered a soft expletive as she did. She slowly sank down, savouring that initial sensation, his heat, the stretch as she let him go deeper and she rolled her hips into him. His breath hitched, his fingers trembled against her hips as if he were straining to hold himself back.
She slowly settled into a rhythm, riding him.
“Faster,” he breathed.
Dani hummed. She leaned forward, resting her hands on his abdomen as if bracing herself. But she only slightly picked up the pace.
Roman let his head fall back against the pillow and she could feel every muscle tense and untense again under her fingers as he tried to hold himself back. “How can you even call this hate sex?”
“You said you didn’t hate me.”
“I do now,” he bit off another curse, the remnants whistling between his lips. He lightly bucked his hips up and his fingers now dug into her hips, trying to spur her on. “Let me have my way with you,” he croaked and Dani hummed her disapproval.
“You always do. Now it’s my turn.”
Did hate sex have to be rough? Or was it enough to deprive him of what he wanted so bad right now. If frustration lay at the basis, she could work with that. And it showed wonderfully on his face. He was biting his lip, wincing lightly every time she moved up, as if he were afraid it was the final round and she’d get off him, and closing his eyes as she took him deep again.
When that familiar and all-overwhelming heat started building in her abdomen she started to move faster.
Roman instantly responded, now firmly fucking into her as if he’d finally gotten her permission until—
She came first. And as she clenched around him the pulses of her orgasm sent him over the edge as well.
He shot up, hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her in close, finally bucking up into her in irregular, shuddering thrusts. Lips brushed over her throat and she was sure he could feel her pulse hammering. A low groan echoed in her ear.
Dani tensed, her fingers clawed around his shoulder as he slowly fell back into his pillow, riding out her orgasm – and his – wave by wave until her body turned to goo and she fell forward. She rested against his chest, which rose and fell fast, his breath blew away wisps of hair. Only when his voice actually activated in a final moan and a compliment, did she realise who she was lying on.
She swiftly pushed away, off of him, and rolled over onto the other side of the bed.
“Post sex clarity is a bitch, hm?” Roman chuckled.
“It sure is.”
“It’s the sudden drop of just about every feel good hormone that—”
She reached out, casually let her arm fall to the side, and rested a hand over his mouth. “Don’t ruin it.”
-
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Found an old wip and reading it I couldn't remember which direction I sent it in so when the angst line dropped I felt that tiny 'oh' and by god I hope it's just a glimpse seeing into how readers perceive my writing.
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Bookish - Prev chapter: Archaic practices - pt 1 here
Healthy consensual sex between enemies in my chapter? Headcanon, au, I don't know what this is, but here we go. Minors shoo.
-
“Just this once, okay!” Dani said, again, as Roman was unlocking the door to his bedroom. “And no sneaky business! I still don’t trust you.”
The lock clicked. Roman swung the door open and turned towards her. He held out a hand. “Truce. For now.”
She narrowed her eyes and glanced at his open hand as if it was a trick in itself.
“I won’t hurt you,” Roman said, voice calm and steady. “Unless you’re into that—” Dani snorted. “No funny business and in return you won’t try to knock me out.”
This was such a bad idea, but she’d actually like to feel good for once here instead of only experiencing pain and misery. This didn’t mean anything. It was just a little something to let off some steam. She shook his hand. “Truce. For now.”
He smiled, and for once it wasn’t the devil’s grin that usually adorned his lips. Then he pulled her into the bedroom and lightly spun her towards the bed.
There was a rush in their movements, as if they both either couldn’t wait or were sure that they were going to change their mind on this before they could get the clothes off each other. Roman pulled Dani’s – his – shirt over her head, the only thing she had on and it barely covered her undies, the sight of which had pretty much started this for him. Dani busied herself with the buttons of his shirt, slowly picking her way down under his fond yet hungry gaze and let him handle the rest of the fight with the sleeves as she unbuckled his belt.
She couldn’t resist a peek when he opened the bedside drawer. He searched for a condom; she searched for a weapon. Not for now, they had a truce, just information for later. But there was nothing. No gun. Not even a blade. She stored away the bit of knowledge – that he felt apparently untouchable in his bedroom – and shifted her mindset back.
Roman wrapped his arms around her bare hips, lightly picked her up, and carefully laid her down on the bed.
They didn’t kiss. Though Roman lightly brushed his lips over her skin, over her clavicle, up her neck, exploring her body and his hands roamed up her hips to her waist, hot breath indicating his eagerness.
“Does this count as hate sex?” Dani asked, surprised by the gentle touches.
He exhaled a chuckle and her skin prickled. “No,” he said into the nape of her neck, now slowly making his way down.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t hate you.”
“Pfff.”
He went further down, lips brushing over her breast, her nipple, finally adding tongue and Dani let out a surprised little moan high in her throat. Spurred on by this, his lips closed around her nipple, one hand cupping her other breast, before he continued his way down. His tongue expertly swirled over her clit and she clenched a fist into the duvet, hissing in a breath.
He wasn’t that interested in sex, he had said. Yet he moved with casual experience and expertly treated all sensitive parts of her body with the respect they deserved. Unlike some of the more welcome bed partners Dani had shared, who were more kind, less sadistic, yet some still had no idea what to do. Maybe, because he was less interested, he focused on his partner’s pleasure more instead of his own? That is… if it didn’t involve pain and being an absolute asshole.
“All these sensitive nerve endings...” he murmured.
“Do not talk science to me right now,” Dani gasped. She let her fingers slide through his hair, her other hand roaming up and down the length of his forearm.
He hummed a teasing laugh. It vibrated right through her and she arched her back and her fingers, clawing over his head.
“You better stop soon…” she said, haltingly, and lightly tugged at his hair.
Another hum, questioning this time.
“Because if I come this fast I’ll kick you off the bed right after…”
That made him resurface and her body relaxed against the mattress. “Fair point.”
He tigered over her, low on his hands and knees, maintaining eye contact and that mischievous soft grin.
She welcomed him. But when the pillow dipped as he rested his hand just next to her head and lightly leaned forward, she startled.
“No,” she merely said.
Roman froze immediately, probably worried she had changed her mind.
But she nudged a hand to the side of his shoulder and the other against the underside of his ribs, slowly tilting him to the side.
He caught on and obediently followed, letting her roll him onto his back, swing a leg over his hips and straddle his waist.
“That’s better,” she said.
The earlier position was a bit too familiar for her taste. It hadn’t been the first time he’d been pressing up against her, or looming over her, caging her, his body a prison. And that usually was a prelude to fighting and pain. She didn’t want to think about that now. And perhaps more urgently, didn’t want him to remember this when he would close her in again in the near future, and risk that he’d start to associate the situation with sex.
This was good, sitting on top of him. A taste of his own medicine and, admittedly, she liked looking down on him. And from the looks of it, he enjoyed looking up at her, gaze roaming over her breasts, fingers fondly caressing.
Her hand found his jaw and with a mere flick of her fingers made him tear his gaze from her breasts.
She sat back and lowered herself to sit on his hips, pressing his cock against his stomach, and she slowly rocked back and forth, teasing him as she rubbed over the head and back down the length.
“Fff—” He tensed then uncoiled, relaxing against the pillow and squeezed his eyes shut, to her amusement.
She traced her fingers up his arm, over the vein crossing his bicep, exploring the dip of his shoulder before gently going around the scar an inch under his collarbone. She really had been close… It matched the one on her shoulder, but his was way more prominent; eye-catching against the tanner surrounding skin, a crater with sharper edges as if it hadn’t healed that well. She wondered if he removed the bullet himself. It wouldn’t surprise her.
It was a little strange, touching him like this; exploring and even admiring the physique that she used to – and would continue to – fight against. He was always unyielding, muscles hard under his skin, pushing back against her, straining, boxing her in and not giving an inch. Now he melted under her touch, bent whichever way she wanted him, and went along with the barest nudge of her fingertips.
He followed her example, exploring her body, her curves, hands never leaving her skin. And his eyes not leaving hers, testing more than just her softness; he checked her responses, if she twitched or winced, if she allowed him to continue.
And she did. Usually, his touches repelled her, made her shudder and twist away. Now they drew her in, his touch adoring and respectful instead of probing and clinical. Even the hand brushing her face now felt warm and genuine instead of mocking.
His hands moved to her waist, fingertips digging in softly as he encouraged her up, wanting her to take him.
Dani muttered a soft expletive as she did. She slowly sank down, savouring that initial sensation, his heat, the stretch as she let him go deeper and she rolled her hips into him. His breath hitched, his fingers trembled against her hips as if he were straining to hold himself back.
She slowly settled into a rhythm, riding him.
“Faster,” he breathed.
Dani hummed. She leaned forward, resting her hands on his abdomen as if bracing herself. But she only slightly picked up the pace.
Roman let his head fall back against the pillow and she could feel every muscle tense and untense again under her fingers as he tried to hold himself back. “How can you even call this hate sex?”
“You said you didn’t hate me.”
“I do now,” he bit off another curse, the remnants whistling between his lips. He lightly bucked his hips up and his fingers now dug into her hips, trying to spur her on. “Let me have my way with you,” he croaked and Dani hummed her disapproval.
“You always do. Now it’s my turn.”
Did hate sex have to be rough? Or was it enough to deprive him of what he wanted so bad right now. If frustration lay at the basis, she could work with that. And it showed wonderfully on his face. He was biting his lip, wincing lightly every time she moved up, as if he were afraid it was the final round and she’d get off him, and closing his eyes as she took him deep again.
When that familiar and all-overwhelming heat started building in her abdomen she started to move faster.
Roman instantly responded, now firmly fucking into her as if he’d finally gotten her permission until—
She came first. And as she clenched around him the pulses of her orgasm sent him over the edge as well.
He shot up, hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her in close, finally bucking up into her in irregular, shuddering thrusts. Lips brushed over her throat and she was sure he could feel her pulse hammering. A low groan echoed in her ear.
Dani tensed, her fingers clawed around his shoulder as he slowly fell back into his pillow, riding out her orgasm – and his – wave by wave until her body turned to goo and she fell forward. She rested against his chest, which rose and fell fast, his breath blew away wisps of hair. Only when his voice actually activated in a final moan and a compliment, did she realise who she was lying on.
She swiftly pushed away, off of him, and rolled over onto the other side of the bed.
“Post sex clarity is a bitch, hm?” Roman chuckled.
“It sure is.”
“It’s the sudden drop of just about every feel good hormone that—”
She reached out, casually let her arm fall to the side, and rested a hand over his mouth. “Don’t ruin it.”
-
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Team Leader no longer fought the restraints tying them down to the chair. The beating drained them of any remaining energy, so the only thing they could focus on was breathing through the pain.
"Here's how it's gonna go," Whumper grabbed Team Leader's chin, admiring their already bruised face. "I will now call Teammate, and you will tell them to drop the case: say it's been solved, send them on vacation... whatever. Just make sure they stop."
Team Leader met Whumper's gaze and blinked once, exhausted and resigned. Whumper let go of their chin and pressed the button on the phone. The dial tone echoed in a nearly empty room.
"Hello?" Teammate's voice came through the speaker after a few moments.
"Hi, Teammate, just checking in on your project," Team Leader put in an enormous effort to sound calm and even vaguely cheerful.
"Oh, it's going well! With the evidence I found, we should be able to prove Whumper's guilt."
"Great," Team Leader threw a glance in Whumper's direction. "Do hurry up, though."
Whumper's face darkened. They quietly put the phone on the nearby table and grabbed Team Leader's pinky, slowly bending it as a threat.
"Yes, I will. Leave it to me!" Teammate replied eagerly.
Team Leader's face contorted as they tried and failed to stifle a yelp.
"Is everything alright?" Teammate asked with concern.
"Y-yesss," Team Leader hissed. "I'm just busy. Gotta go. Good luck with your investigation," they rattled off as soon as they managed to steady their voice, somewhat.
"Right, thanks. Talk to you later!" Teammate said.
They sounded relaxed, completely unaware of what was happening.
The moment the call was over, something snapped, and Team Leader screamed.
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Crack whump is good. How about nsfwhump for roman and dani? Would roman ever have sex with her?
To be honest, that's been on my mind on and off lately.
Non-con, no. If it's about control, Roman has other ways to assert that and is fully succeeding in it. She's not here for that, he'd say. I think Roman is somewhat grey/demi ace so he doesn't really care about it that much.
Dani does. They could go for casual agreed upon sex? Hate sex maybe? In an AU, or headcanon I don't know I'm too ace to understand sexual attraction, but yeah, they could have a truce for once.
I'm actually imaging Roman to be very gentle, letting her take control.
I've written some bits and pieces, but it's very unsexy like I said, I'm too ace for actually smut scenes... Maybe I should finish it tho.
we need to team up… to put together the WB4723 48-Inch Workbench With Power Outlets and Lights… it will take all of our power… and though you are my greatest foe, i can’t do it without you !
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"Come on... Come on, Whumpee, wake up! Please. I'm here for you. Here to get you out! But we have to go now!"
Caretaker's soft but intense pleading barely got a response. Whumpee was completely out, curled up on the harsh stone floor of the cell. Every speck of bare skin was covered in bruises or scrapes. And they were splayed out in a way that made Caretaker suspect in horror that they'd been tossed carelessly to the floor where they hadn't bothered, or more likely, hadn't been able to move their limbs in a more... comfortable position. Caretaker shook them lightly, pulling them to lie on their back. "Come on... Wake up!"
"You're too late, Caretaker." A voice behind them called, eerily calm.
Caretaker whipped around at the voice and the panic of being discovered turned icy cold in their veins when the implications hit them.
"What?" they croaked, looking at Whumper, who casually blocked the door to the cell, languidly leaning against the frame. They looked back at Whumpee. "You don't-- Are they--?!" Their voice raised as they stumbled over their fears.
"Oh," Whumper held out his hands, placating. "No, no, don't worry, they're not dead." His voice dipped to a growl as he looked the small figure over. "They should be so lucky... No," he said, tone returning to his casual smugness. "I mean, your rescue couldn't be more ill-timed. If you'd been a few hours earlier... You might have even run into each other," he finished with a devious grin.
Caretaker's expression turned from relief to utter confusion.
Whumper nudged himself away from the frame with his shoulder and slowly advanced on the pair. "You see, they tried to escape. Just this afternoon. And what we have here is... well, the consequences of that stupid stunt. Even if they were awake, even if they could walk..." His grin widened, turning from devious to unsettling as he bared his teeth. "I'm not sure they would dare set another foot outside of this cell, not even if you begged them or tried to drag them along. They were, ah, quite sorry for their mistake, believe me."
"You rotten bastard," Caretaker managed to get out from behind grit teeth.
Whumper gave a graceful nod in acknowledgement, as if accepting the compliment. He backed away slowly until he stood outside the cell again. "You got what you came for, to help your friend. So help them," he added in a growl. "They need it. And you'll have all the time to try and convince them to attempt an escape. Again."
He slammed the door shut and parted with his final, sly words.
