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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months

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Sweet Escape 1

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Summary: A strange man crashes into your life.

Characters: Jim Hopper

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your soles crush the wet twigs as you keep your hand out for balance, slick leaves threatening to slip beneath you. You touch the rough bark of each tree as you make your way toward the loud ripple of the river. The smell of rain lingers and draws you in.

You crest the subtle rise in the forest floor and make your way down to the smooth rock that sits only a few feet away from the river's edge. You set down your basket and take out the beat-up casio and check the tape inside. You keep it at low volume as you hit play, Carole King's tone adds to the ambiance of the space, not overpowering or misplaced, but illuminating what is already there.

You near the water and peer down into the silty floor. Frogs hop in the shallows and minnows wiggle through the depths. You spread out your raincoat in the mud and sit atop it as you open your journal.

You put your head down and set to writing about a land of lost princesses and ravenous trolls. You're hoping for a half-chapter at least and expect to be up half the night typing it. One day, you'll have a full transcript... who knows if it will ever go anywhere after that.

You hum along to the speakers' buzz, the sonorous peace of the space breaking suddenly and violently. You hear the rustle from across the river, somewhere in the trees. You hover your pen above the page as you look up into the gloomy space between the leaning trunks. You never heard of any bears around here.

You cry out as the burly figure runs out and splashes into the water. You snap your book shut and drop your pen as you struggle to stand, stopping yourself only as you realise it isn't some deadly grizzly. It's a man, furiously unbuttoning his shirt and scrubbing at his chest and belly. He throws water over his face and snarls out "blech, damn bastard!"

The putrid skunky smell wafts over to you as you stare. The man grumbles, tilting his head as he searches the river's edge, "what is that noise?" He first squints at you and then the Casio. You blink at him dumbly, he must've got himself sprayed, the skunks always come out after the rains.

"Who are you?" He asks, almost as if he is the lone denizen of the woods. He sure looks like he could reside there with his scruffy facial hair unkempt tufts on his head.

"Um..." you gulp and give your name cluelessly.

"Uh," he seems to remember himself and pulls his flannel shirt shut, hiding the pudge beneath, "I, er, ran into a white-tailed bastard..." he growls and shakes his head at himself, "what am I saying, you don't give a shit. Do you give a shit?"

You look around, put off by his demeanour. You push your shoulders up and give a sheepish smile. You tuck your book under your arm and bend to grab your goat, shaking off the mud.

"I'm sorry," you go to the casio and stop the music, "try tomato juice. For the smell."

"Huh, thanks," he huffs, "didn't mean to scare ya off."

"It's... fine," you utter. You're not used to being disturbed out here, it's the very reason you make the trek.

"Just try to avoid the ravine. That little bugger was hanging out there," he calls to you as you put your things in your basket.

"Thanks, I'll keep an eye out," you mutter.

He doesn't respond, not with more than an agitated grunt and the slosh of him wading back to shore. He grumbles to himself as you set off back down the path. Maybe you could hit the library instead.

#jim hopper #dark jim hopper #dark!jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #stranger things #drabble #series #sweet escape #au

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theshadowrealmitself · 11 months

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Fell asleep last night thinking about an au where Norman recovers from being the Green Goblin, but he ended up doing some really creepy stuff beforehand including attacking Peter as he was Peter Parker and not Spidey and then keeping him locked up for several days (Peter ends up with a few scars from it)

Norman avoids any jail time because he’s rich and revealed somewhat of the truth, that a medicine he was working on for himself had terrible side effects, no one knows about him being the Goblin, they only know about him attacking Peter

Peter is able to successfully get a restraining order against him tho, but Norman’s a jackass who keeps hanging out on the fringe of the distance he’s supposed to be at and speaking/yelling at Peter, stuff like “when you finally forgive me and drop this restraining order, I’ll be here with open arms,” and “Uncle Ben wouldn’t want you to hold this hate in your heart” and because of the previous mentioned richness, Peter can’t do anything unless Norman steps too closely

And tbh Peter mostly got the restraining order because he was worried it would look suspicious if “Peter Parker” didn’t seem too badly affected by things, since he was used to being attacked by Norman as Spiderman

But now that he’s keeping Norman away, even if he still hangs around, and he has visible scars from it that everyone can see, and everyone knows about the court case and what happened and keep asking him if he’s okay, he’s…starting to acknowledge that it all was traumatizing, not just the kidnapping event but the whole thing with the Green Goblin, that he was just pretending it wasn’t because he’s a hero, and people seeing how badly it’s been affecting him is actually healing in a way

#part of the au #was that Peter runs Parker Industries #and although most people are on Peter’s side #every time there’s a science event the people who set it up complain at him and try to get him to drop his restraining order against Norman #because they’re going to invite Norman #he’s rich and runs a science company #but they also have to invite Peter because even if it’s a small company he’s always putting out amazing inventions #and it makes it difficult for the organizers to plan it with the two of them always staying a certain amount away #so they’re dicks.#and Miles was upset that people could just harass Peter about his restraining order and that he’d have to deal with someone who hurt him #at this event #so he gets his dad involved as some unofficial security guard since Norman probably paid off all security at the event #which was really sweet of Miles but now Peter has no way of escaping as Spiderman #and then I fell asleep before figuring out how he’d get around that because if Miles is also at the event then his dad #would be paying attention to him too especially if Norman Osborn is nearby #so that’s why this section isn’t in the body of the post #I love Norman Osborn but sometimes gotta acknowledge he was a creep who greatly traumatized Peter #Peter Parker #Norman Osborn #Spiderman #spider man #spider-man #the green goblin

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lilpuffyart · 6 days

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MV human characters who were badly used but had such an interesting idea around them, I love you (looks at the KOTM and GvsK crew)

#puffy talks #this is mostly around kotm crew tbh #speciallyyyyy the Russell family #god i could go a whole essay about them #i looove that emma is implied to be that type of mother who seems so sweet and kind but actually is very manipulative and gaslit (?) you #into believing in her narrative #to the ppint that #if you were to bring it up people wouldnt understand your poiny bc 'but she was so nice wtf do u mean'#both mark AND emma had a huge ass issue with seeming to ignore that yes Andrew was dead but their daughter was ALIVR and she NEEDED thrm #and then maddies trauma over everything that happened #god i wish they went forward with the russells and their connection to godzilla #i would imagine Madison would probably take goji and studying the titans as escapism #abd thats why i have my godzilla au <3333 #their relationship (goji and madison and mark) are very important to my au #mostly bc of gojis issues with humans and maddie being one of the first in a long time hes comfortable with and in a way that changes how he #sees humans as a whole #i have a comic for that #but godddd time short #gonna try to finish this one with god #*godzilla and maddie so i can work on that other one

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quietwingsinthesky · 6 months

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Prompt: the archangelcule celebrating Jack's birthday 🙏

Lucifer runs himself ragged all week getting the party set up (and despite the fact that he’s done this for Jack every time he needs it since he came back into Michael’s life, it still leaves Michael surprised and wondering what happened to the boy who only knew how to bite the hand that fed when Michael abandoned him, when did he learn to be gentle and reliable, why did Michael waste all this time not seeing him?) to the point that he looks like he might fall asleep in front of the birthday cake before Raphael nudges him with their elbow, and he wakes up to sing.

They sing quietly — loud noises hurt Jack’s ears, one of many little oddities, but they rearrange their lives around his needs: no vacuuming unless he’s out of the house and no yelling from room to room — while Jack looks like he’s about to jump right out of his seat with how much he wants to blow out the candles. Gabriel scoops him up in one arm after, lets Jack’s tiny hand curl around the handle of the (dull!) cake knife while his lays over it to guide him, and helps him to cut pieces for them all himself.

(birthday 3 sentence ficathon! come toss a prompt!)

#wah wahhhh thats their baby!!!!#idk why i stuck them in a human au it just felt right #also im giving jack the gift no one ever allows me to have: no one screaming happy birthday at my party while im visibly trying to escape #the noise. only quiet happy birthdays for jack.#me writing these three sentences creating lore for this world ill never return to but just so u know lucifer is newly sober and raphael was #the first one of his siblings he talked to again because they happened to see him at the park with jack. and raising a kid is expensive he #needed help even if he didn’t want to admit it. and jack is so small and sweet and raphael started slipping lucifer the funds he needed for #jack’s school. which turns into babysitting jack with gabriel’s help while lucifer finds a job. which michael DOES find out about #and after. a lot. of apologizing and begging. michael also gets to be a part of jack’s life. (which lucifer is actually really happy about #because he can visibly see michael’s life also improving with jack there. because michael will make accomodations for jack that he wont for #himself. jack doesnt like the bright flourescents? michael gets a light dimmer and suddenly he doesnt get migraines so much.)#anyway. they’re doing okay now <3 cute little fambly #ask #3 sentence fic #spn #jack kline #lucifer spn #michael spn #raphael spn #gabriel spn

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hanakihan · 9 months

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IB AU chulwoo but it’s Sung Jin-Woo (artist), Sung Jin-Woo (aka painting titled ‘Shadow Monarch’) and Sung Jin-Woo (aka even older painting titled ‘Ashborn’) pointing at each other Spider-Man meme style with Jin-Chul losing his fucking mind on background trying to understand who’s the real one and who’s the impostors

#solo leveling #woo jin chul #sung jin woo #it’s actually really more detective esque IB AU because adults #and because jinwoo like a dumbass drew several self portraits kinda #now they both suffer for it in fake gallery #jinwoo (artist) being actually nice and sweet #jinwoo (shadow monarch) being demanding and domineering #jinwoo (ashborn) is also nice but more emotionally detached and talks in riddles #jinwoo (artist) wants to escape with jinchul #jinwoo (monarch) wants to escape with jinchul or alone he doesn’t care as long as he traps someone here instead of himself #jinwoo (ashborn) being mostly neutral but has a soft spot for jinchul because he helped harmless paintings on his way

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mwolf0epsilon · 1 year

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I personally find Alpha-17 and Obi-wan to be a more interesting couple dynamic than Cody and Obi-wan, so it's infinitely funny to me that I have reunited the three of them in TOEAU.

On one hand, Cody gets to interact with a brother he's missed dearly and feels a little less isolated than before, because at least one piece of his family is returned to him unexpectedly.

On the other hand, he now has to suffer through second-hand embarrassment because Alpha-17 and Obi-wan were apparently a thing at some point, and they're currently going through a "divorced couple/salvaging the marriage" type deal where they either can't stand each other, or are giving each other "I want you" eyes.

Its awful. Cody is in hell. This is what hell looks like.

The moment they reconcile he's never leaving his cave ever again because he's not dealing with that.

#star wars #the clone wars #kenobi #Tatooine Odd Encounters AU #commander cody #alpha 17 #obi wan kenobi #the next few tea sessions with Beru are going to be interesting #there is so much to talk about in regards to Old Ben's apparent love life #'I always knew he was a flirt but somehow he reeled my older brother in and the crazy son of a bantha actually tolerates it!#'I am going insane Beru! They're disgustingly sweet on each other!'#'Help me Beru Whitesun Lars you're my only hope of escaping this hell with my sanity intact!'

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 7 months

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hsh thatcher voice they dont know i know this one simple hack. (LOUD SCREAMING)

GAHAGAHAGHJAKSGDBFHKRJA

#asks are neat #hsh thatcher #tmc home sweet home au #hsh spoilers #YEAH. YEAH.#Hey guys welcome back to fact or cap now today i'm gonna see if its actually possible to escape Home's grasp (LOUD AGONIZED SCREAMING)

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sweetonthesurface · 20 days

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i decided to start of by drawing sans, of course (original sans sprite included for reference). i went off a previous redesign for the main drawing then did a sprite mockup. From what I remember, his sweet treat to eat was meant to be chocolate! hence why i added chocolate bars to his clothing. i gave him a bluer tone to his bones due to the au being inspired by homestuck's trickster mode. idk i just felt like it added to that general vibe. His shoes are cookie dough themed just for funsies. just to add a bit to it all. Same with his hoodie strings being cotton candy. the little headshot doodle i did with reimagined dialogue is based off how the characters spoke in the one comic installment (the original korean pages were taken down at some point in the 2020s but there's a 2016 upload of the english translation on imgur).

#undertale au #sans au #candy sans #sweet on the surface #candytale #i believe sans MIGHT have been one of the sane(r) characters but considering how flowey acts yeah uhm yeah maybe not lmao #the concept behind the au outside of “undertale trickster mode” was that all the characters found out they were in a game #so they all went a bit insane after finding that out #like asgore got this plan to escape the game and shit. no screenshot proof of that sadly #but i do remember a shady character wantign to escape and telling asgore about it. so like. big asgore evil moments i guess

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heartsbitten · 3 months

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Angel or Anthony in his Angelic Angel AU would be sympathetic to Charlie trying to redeem souls. Probably even siding with Emily in whatever plan or action she takes that might divide the inhabitants of Heaven between Sera and Emily.

#these sweet escapes;; musings / headcanons #ooc;; the mun #angelic ; angel au

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edensrose · 2 years

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ modern!námo ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ prologue

· ⊰ synopsis. your beloved friend irmo takes it upon himself to bring up an idea to help you unwind a bit. a new lifestyle: bdsm. and with a dom that he is certain you will be head over heels for. ( minors dni ៸៸ sexual content ៸៸ bdsm aspects ៸៸ dom/sub dynamics ៸៸ honestly just a romantic comedy with a bunch of smut )

· ⊰ note. finally got the prologue of this fic published. listen I am fully aware that this is excuding self-indulgence but come on. námo as a dom?? sign me up.

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ masterlist | ao3

“Oh you don’t understand, he’s just so — !”

“horrible,’’

“and such a — !”

“misery.’’

“I was going to go for jerk, but I suppose that works.’’

“Oh, is that an upgrade from dunce?”

“Why do I feel as though you’re amused?”

Porcelain is placed down to reveal gloss lips curling at the corners. “You mistake me, my friend. It is merely amusing seeing you so worked up.’’ You cannot help but roll your eyes at his comment before waving your hand in a dismissive manner. “Well, I am so happy that you find amusement in my anger.’’

“Aww, are you puffing your cheeks out now?”

“Irmo!”

He relents with a hand held up in apology. “Yes, yes, I know. Forgive me.’’ He croons and his smile - frustratingly - is contagious enough to bring your pouting lips into one as well. You supposed that was the very purpose of this meeting. Irmo had a knack for whisking you away from either your studies or work and to this particular cafe in an effort to relax your poor little head. Then again, you weren’t so sure whether the aroma of caffeine eased your worries or served to remind you of your newfound addiction — but it was safe to say that Irmo himself was enough to raise your mood.

“You have to find light in such situations. At this rate you look as though you will fall over any minute, what with your —’’

“Yes, I am very aware of my tardiness but! I have an excuse! Classes are —” A new voice joins, one of melodic chirping before immediately dropping once its holder sets eyes upon you. “Oh dear, what happened to you? You look as though you’re two seconds from letting the ground gobble you up.’’ Violet hues shine with concern and the maiden of ebony tresses slides into the seat beside you - which you half wished to pull out beneath her for her former remark.

“Erulissë, thanks for the compliment.’’ You frown yet sigh with contentment as she cups your face in her soft hand and runs a thumb upon your lower eyelid. “How much sleep have you been getting?” “T’was my exact question, Lissë.’’ Irmo pipes up after another sip of his chai blend.

“Our dear friend resembles a racoon, does she not?”

“Hmm. A cute racoon, but a racoon no less.’’

“Very funny you two.’’ The smile on your lips dips back into a frown as the woman beside you orders her drink. “In fact, she was just complaining about Daeron a moment before you arrived.’’ “Daeron?’’ Erulissë spares a glance with her own frown. “Has he been worrying you again?” You couldn’t help but slump into your chair at her words — again.

“Yes, again.’’

“He seems to do that often. Are you sure working under him is even worth it anymore?” Exhaling at Erulissë’s point, you push yourself away from the backrest of the chair in favour leaning your elbows upon the polished wood of the table. “Surprisingly enough, he is the only Professor looking for an assistant at this stage. And an English one at that. I’d rather just stick it out and hope he refers me to the institution.’’

The two exchange a look before Irmo turns back to you with a softened countenance. “My friend, surely there must be another way?” “I hate to be the pessimist -’’ Erulissë flinches at her own words. “ - but how are you so sure he will even refer you? If he really is as bad as you make him out to be, how do you know he won’t simply leave you in the mud?”

Bracelet-adorned wrist bending to form a platform for your chin from your hand, you sigh. “Well, at the very least it’s a decent amount of work experiences.’’ “Yet not a decent amount of pay.’’ “That’s fine, the cafe covers the rest of the expenses.’’ Why was studying so expensive? You suppose the majority of students had the financial aid of their parents or guardians —

No, that was not an option.

“The cafe which you might just pass out in should you keep this up.’’ You cannot bring your gaze up to meet Irmo’s, for you knew that what he spoke was - frighteningly - not entirely false. If it wasn’t work, be it as Daeron’s assistant professor or a barista at this very cafe, then you were burying yourself nose-deep into literature extracts and linguistics notes in a desperate attempt to perfect your studying. Even if exams were a good few months away.

“Yes, yes. I am very aware of my lifestyle choices. Now stop giving me those judgemental eyes.’’ Wafting your hand with a jingle of your bracelet, your drink of choice finds its way to your lips once more. The last thing you wished was for this to turn into another therapy session — and with Irmo of all people, that was highly likely.

“It is the fact that you are aware of these habits that are concerning.’’ You release a muffled groan into the cup and cause a splurge of bubbles into your drink — all courtesy of Erulissë’s reprimanding statement.

“How about,’’ Irmo hums, breaking the silent stare between you and the woman with a brief clear of his throat. “We find something for you to do? To help you unwind and relax a bit.’’

You part your lips - “Working at the florist does not count as relaxing,’’ - you shut them again, pulling them into a small pout.

“I write.’’

“And we know you adore it, but is it really relaxing? What, with all those ‘requests’ you are always talking about.’’

“Hey, fanfic is fun. Sure it is a little taxing but. . .’’

It was evident that your two friends were beyond worried for you, yet you couldn’t help but feel an anxious swell within the pit of your stomach. As though they were silently judging you — despite knowing it couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Well, since the two of you are oh so well-versed in the art of relaxing,’’ you earn a titter from each. “What do you do to help relax when you’re not gorging yourself with work too, hmm?” Your tight-lipped smile was mostly directed at the head of gossamer hair before you, and so he smiles. “I paint, mind you. I also quite fancy gardening.’’ He turns to Erulissë, eager to prove a point. “And what about you, Lissë?”

She seemed to murmur something into her straw, something which you were unfortunate enough to catch. Choking at your drink, you immediately place your cup down and snap towards her with eyes teary and wide, momentarily ignoring Irmo’s confused expression.

“Did I hear right?”

“What? What did she say?”

“I said I get my back blown out,’’ she hums with a sheepish smile as she brings the crux of her finger to curl into one of her dark tresses. From the corner of your eye, you catch a grin tugging upon Irmo’s lips. He leans back into his seat with an approved chirp. “Actually, that is one of the more common ways to relieve stress. Why so surprised, my friend?” Your look of surprise leaves them both snickering.

“I just - I just didn’t expect it to be said so bluntly, is all.’’

“Oh come on,’’ Erulissë sighs, throwing her head back. “If I had to work days on end on cases and not get my back broken on weekends I’d surely be a walking mess.’’ An innocent smile breaks through and she cracks open an eye. “Much like you, Y/N.’’

You twist a face of playful offence and place a hand over your chest. “And what makes you think that I don’t hmm?”

No quicker than the words left your lips did you feel a sliver of embarrassment as violet eyes met lavender and the two burst into a short exchange of laughs. Your ears burn, knowing damn well that you had that coming and instead settle for sipping at your drink with a hushed whine and a small swat to Erulissë’s shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, very funny. Laugh at the virgin.’’

“Forgive us,’’ Irmo chuckles off the last bit of amusement yet tidbits of his smile still remain. “However, I would have to say that Lissë makes a good point.’’ Oh no. You knew where this was going. “Why not try that method of relaxing?” “You can’t just have sex with anyone, Irmo.’’ There’s a playful roll of his eyes. “Who said anything about needing anyone else? There is always. . .’’

Erulissë lets out a laugh at your flushed face and now it is her turn to deliver a small swat to Irmo’s arm. “Irmo, look at her. You’ll turn her beet-red at this point.’’ “You know, for a smut writer, you certainly do get flustered over this entire topic.’’ Once more their laughs flood your ears and you shoot them a glare, albeit weak faltering and half-playful. “Haha, real funny you too. You’re just full of jokes today, aren’t you?”

Once more the laughter dies down — yet the look in Irmo’s eyes did not. Your chest tightens. Eru, what was he up to now? You knew that look more than anyone. While Irmo appeared to be the more mature of you three, deep down, you knew he must have been insane. Perhaps you were looking too far into i —

“You know. . .”

There it is.

“I actually have a proposal for you.’’

You avoid his gaze, a nervous looking finding your own as the table suddenly looks most interesting.

“Uhuuhh. . .’’ is your cautious response.

“I actually know a guy who’s looking for a sub.’’

You didn’t need your drink to choke you this time, as it seems the air did the job for you. After your nerves ease from the abrupt shock of his words, you face him in an attempt to find even a fragment of jest in his expression — but you know Irmo well enough to decipher that he was far from joking with this.

“A sub?” You clear your throat. “What do you think this is, a fanfic?”

“I am serious, my friend.’’

“Absolutely not.’’

“Y/N!”

You shoo away his pouting countenance as your expression pulls into one of panic. “Are you even listening to yourself? Having sex with a stranger?” “He’s very experienced,’’ Irmo quips and now it is Erulissë’s turn to give him a look. You weren’t quite sure what it was, but she too did not seem displeased with the idea. “I think it would do you some good. People in that community take this sort of thing very seriously.’’ Violet hues soften as they meet yours and a gentle hand finds its way to yours.

“Besides, you need some sort of normality in your life -”

“Bdsm. You sure that relates to the mundane?”

“ - and having a dom around might help you unwind and place the responsibility in someone else’s hands.’’

You visibly flinch. The idea of placing such trust — responsibility, in someone else’s hands sounded daunting. Exciting, but daunting.

Lowering your gaze back into your cup, you take in your reflection. You see what they mean now. Your tired eyes, the dark circles. Perhaps you were more of a mess than you would like to admit — perhaps a little. . . release of responsibility would do you some good.

Hesitantly, you look upon the woman beside you who offers an assuring smile and then Irmo whose gentle countenance also awaited you.

Eru, was this really happening?

“Fine.’’

Your exhale is greeted with grins and a small rub against your shoulder. “There we go. I promise you won’t regret it.’’ Irmo’s reassurance brought a small relief to your otherwise tense muscles. “Mhhm! You’ll thank us later.’’ The wink Erulissë sends you surfaces a small flush to your face but you brush her off and lean back into your chair.

“I’m sure you’ll love him. He is quite caring when it comes down to it.’’ Irmo smiles.

“Handsome too.’’ Erulissë giggles. Ah, so she did know who he was talking about. “Definitely seems like your type of guy.’’ You almost wish to protest and ask how would she know the type of people you would be interested in — only to immediately derail the thought where it stands. She has read multitudes of your work and been on the listening end of your lovesick rambles for fictional men.

“I’ll trust you two.’’ Seeing as though your drink was finished, you push it forward on its little plate before piping up once more. “I must ask though, what makes you so sure that I’m a sub, huh?”

With a quirk of his brow, you can all but watch as Irmo lowers his line of vision and when you glance down you take notice of how he eyes your hands. Your long nails which you recently decorated with your favourite polish and a small jewelled stud here and there since you were feeling generous. The vala turns his head, in sync with Erulissë who you only just noticed was also looking upon your hands. Their eyes lock and it takes only a moment for you to catch their drift before you are clicking your tongue in reprimand and scowling at their choir of laughter once more.

“That means nothing!” You defend after subconsciously bringing your hands into your lap. Despite your flushed cheeks, for the umpteenth time, you cannot help the smile tugs onto your face as you watch their exchange of amusement. However, that look of endearment would melt away instantly as vibration met your thigh. Within the span of two seconds, you slip your phone out and peer at the lock screen.

The groan followed by the slump of your shoulders was enough of an indication for the two of them to put together the puzzle. Their grins and giggles turn into frowns and furrows as they watch you gather your belongings and rise to your feet.

“Work?” Irmo asks, despite knowing the answer damn well.

“Work,’’ you respond, feeling a small stab to your heart at Erulissë’s sigh. Nevertheless, the two present you with a sympathetic gleam.

“Try not to overdo it. You will certainly need all your energy for your new dom.’’ You clear your throat at Irmo’s words, as though you almost forgot the new arrangement. “Right, I assume you’ll get back to me on that, then?”

“Of course,’’ he assures with a brief wave of his hand. “I’ll let you know of his response. But I’m convinced he’ll simply adore you.’’

Heat rises to your cheeks but you bother not on scolding him for his teases, instead, you wave the two off and rush out of the cafe. Yet while the unpleasant image of Daeron’s critical face and slew of undeserved rebukes typically took up the majority of your thoughts — you couldn’t stop the one, wavering question at the back of your mind.

Just who was this man that Irmo was so adamant about?

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