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They are Orpheus and Eurydice. âOf course I ate themâ of course she did. She had to read the letter, even if that was the outcome. She would rather have that than not hear from her. So she did it because of course she did. And she loved her through all of it. Orpheus went into the underworld to get her but he looked back because of course he did. He couldnât hear her, how could he know she was still there? He couldnât help it, he couldnât bear it. It was the love that sent her back, but Eurydice forgave him immediately, because what else is there but to be loved.
Neither could Blue. It was torture either way but that was the sweetest part, she got to feel Red, who she was wholly, even in the most devastating way. Yes, that was the outcome, but that was always going to be the outcome. Just like the fact that Red had to redeem herself. Had to risk her life for it. Because of course she did. There was no alternative. The love was there, it didnât fix anything, or save anything, but it was there and thatâs all there was.
I will never shut up about this.
this is how you lose the time war quotes that make me go balls to the wall insane + stick meme gore
#this is how you lose the time war#Orpheus and Eurydice#I feel normal about this#itâs fine#Iâm fine#this is going to turn into a book blog#they love each other so much#every story is them#it is always them and that is all
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"guys I do not condone any of this in real life" "this is fiction" "consent is key. this is only fiction" "murder is bad irl" â I wish fanfic authors didn't feel like they had to clarify this in author's notes or else they might be accused of being abusers or worse (I admit that such disclaimers are also something I personally use for my own stuff because I feel like I had to make it clear). like... people used to not care if an author wrote dead dove fics because people used to understand that ao3 fics are not a reflection of someone's in real life views or morality in any way. people used to understand that fanfics mean what they mean; fan fiction. none of it is real. maybe it's purity culture that normalizes witch hunt and censorship in the past couple years, and therefore authors feel like they have to clarify that just because they write about violence or noncon stuff doesn't mean they're murderers or sex offenders in real life. and I think it sucks that these things (purity and cancel culture?) have made authors feel like they have to apologize for the art they created instead of being proud of their hard work and all the dedication they put into creating these art. artists should not have to feel like they have to apologize for creating art that isn't all rainbow and sunshine. artists should not have to be made to feel ashamed of their own art if it's not all rainbow and sunshine.
I donât agree with the âyou can write noncon and dark fics as long as you make sure your readers get the message that these things are badâ or âyou can write noncon and dark fics if itâs your way of coping with your traumaâ take either. because writers do not owe you anything. the message writers want to send to their readers â whatever that message may be, if thereâs any message or moral of the story for readers to take from the stories at all â is none of your business. why writers write what they write is none of your business. remember âdonât like donât readâ. no one forces you to read anything you donât like. dark and noncon fics are a form of creative writing and creative writing is a form of art. you canât pressure artists into creating art that âfit your moral compassâ nor can you apply your own moral compass to artists to determine if they can create dark art or not, if their reasoning behind creating dark art passes your moral compass. like⊠what artists create and why artists create are none of your business. and you donât get to shame artists for creating art that you hate / art that disgusts you. what you can do is ignore the art because it clearly was not made for you and thatâs okay. what isnât okay is you harassing artists because you donât like the things they created.
writers, embrace and be proud of your works. as long as all the trigger warnings are tagged properly, you have nothing to apologize for.
#anti censorship#writers#writer#writing#dead dove do not eat#writeblr#ao3#archive of our own#fanfic#fanfiction#fandom#fandoms#blorbo#comfort character#fandom discourse#fandom discussion#fandom police#whump#angst#whumpblr
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JUNO, YOU KNOW! k. nanami
â sum. last thing nanami would expect was to get struck by a âfatalâ love curse during the very end of no nut november. you tease him even more by saying one of you is cuteâŠ.but two though?
wc. 8.1k
warnings. fem! reader, husband! nanami, unprotected, sÄx pollen, mentions of pregnancy, fluffy smut <3, handcuffs, brÄeding, cunnÄ«lingus, him finishing too quick, cowgirl, praise, soft dom! nanami, cÄrvix mentions, size kink, he's soooo whipped n in love w youuu, (bless his dad's genetics), boob obsessed nanami, aftercare, petnames.
an. my entry for @luv-lies's yummy nnn collab! â€ïž
november 29th, 2024. 6:09 P.M.
december was right around the corner - but oh, was nanami kento fuckinâ screwed.
ânanamin!â satoruâhis colleague hollered, speedily rushing over to him. theyâd just defeated an unarmed A-cursed spirit unlike any theyâd ever seen before. it was quite strong, but it was nothing the pair couldnât handle. satoru glances down, extending out his hand. nanami grunts, swiping a hand over his sweat-glossed forehead before sighing. heâs a bit roughed up but takes satoruâs cold palm with an irked grumble. âyou alright? that was quite the hard hit.â
â âm fine, gojo,â he grouses, readjusting his glasses. with a swift hand, he fixes his crooked tie. âjust hah- underestimated the opponent. donât fret.â
he wasnât âjust fineâ though. nanami felt his entire body starting to arise with scorching temperature within a matter of seconds. heâs boiling hot- and it felt like his heart was pounding straight out of his chest. perplexed, satoru furrows a snowy brow at his comrade once he notices his awkward body language.
âwhat do you need? tell me- maybe we can-â
nanami was clenching his chest with one hand, panting heavily before letting off a raspy huff.
âi need . . my wife.â
the car ride home was silent.
satoru offered to take him home, wondering just what really happened. nanami was as stubborn as a mule though, so he didnât question it further. heâd rather not get scolded. his head rests against the tented window as he stares outside.
driving through the rutted bumpy roads of tokyo, nanamiâs droopy eyes occasionally drifted away from the bright street lights that merely blinded his naked eye from gazing a bit too long.
as usual, the city was packed, dozens of cars zooming by with the flashy beaming store signs. in the background, some random song was playing. it was popâand of course, satoru was loudly humming along to the catchy poppy melody.
the lyrics were quite . . vulgar though, but nanami still remained quiet, focusing his eyes on the streets.
skrrrrrrrt!
satoruâs breaks eventually come to a stop. it was about maybe a good ten-minute drive and he arrived at you and nanamiâs cozy minka. the light was on so he assumed you were probably still up. placing the rusty shift in the park, the white-haired sorcerer turns to nanami with a cheeky grin.
âtake it easy, alright? âm sure the curse will wear off at some point,â and nanami scoffs once his palm pats his shoulder. reaching for his seatbelt, the blond click it off before unlocking the door. âoh! and tell your wifey i said hi!â
âsure thing, gojo.â nanami stops himself from rolling his eyes, reaching near the backseat to retrieve his dusty suitcase. with a loud vroooom, satoruâs aqua-blue convertible takes off and nanami starts to make his way toward the door.
glancing down, he fishes for his keys in his pocket, grumbling under his breath.
god- he feels so damn hot. even hotter than when the attack occurred..
was this supposed to be normal?
all he knew was that he wanted, no- he needed you.
something in his body . . whatever it was, was direly aching for you.
the entire car ride, nanamiâs mind was entirely flooded with thoughts of you, you, and only you.
whenever he had missions, heâd always think about you, sure. but this time- this time was far, far different.
he felt like he was gonna melt right away if he didnât touch you, if he didnât smell you-
âkenâŠto?â you murmur with a quirked brow, standing behind the tall sliding door. nanami stiffly stood at the doorway, keys still idly in hand with the most dumbfounded look.
oh- he was so kept in his thoughts that he didnât even realize you had already slid the door open.
you looked so pretty though. nanami could feel his face softening once his eyes locked onto you.
it was pretty dark at night but like always, he could make out your gorgeous physique as clear as day. you were actually wearing one of his business shirts with what he hoped were panties underneath once he took a glance between your bare thighs.
his fawn eyes continue to trace down every exposing inch of your skin, and he snaps back into reality once he feels your palm cup his cheek.
âhi, baby. how was the mission?â you hum.
ânot hah- that good,â he pants, and you furrow your brows once he steps inside, sliding the door closed and tossing his suitcase to the floor. it lands with a banging thud, and nanami pulls you into a hug.
a coy smile goes against your lips, wondering why heâs being more clingy than usual, but nanami rests his face right on top of your chest. letting off a smoky sigh, he roughly grumbles, gently rubbing a thumb against your hips. âmmf- i missed you, sweetheart.â
with a soft expression, you comb a few tangled fingers through his blond tresses. âi missed you more.â
âno- i really missed you,â he protests, and you can see a bit of a pout forming against his lips. nanamiâs drowsy eyes trail down at the bit of skin that shows through his shirt. it was a bit loosely oversized, and you smelled just like him. his cologne was good on you. so good.
uh oh- he was starting to feel even more hot.
just resting against your chest had him hearing the repetitively unsteady beats of his heart through each of his sensitive pointed ears. âat the mission today . . i got struck by a curse.â
with a worrying look, your face shifts into a look of concern. âa- are you okay? what happened?â
â âm fine,â he lets out a muffled huff of reassurance. nanami breathes against your skin, sweetly planting kisses against the cotton fabric that shields the entirety of your chest. âi feel really hot though.. everywhere- not just my head,â he speaks once the back of your hand lands on his forehead, checking for a temperature.
indeed, he felt hot.
sepia-colored irises flicker up toward you before he shivers. âwhen you . . touch me, honey- it makes me feel weak. hah- like i feel-â
âaroused?â you finish his sentence, your concerned look slowly disappearing.
oh.
thankfully, it wasnât anything serious . . or was it?
nanami stares at you with a cute head nod being his answer as you press a kiss on his warm forehead. âso was it some type of love curse?â
nanamiâs breath becomes deeper as he takes a minute to formulate words in his overstimulated brain. âm- maybe. all i know is that i just- i want youâŠi need you,â and he sighs deeply, eyes lowering. âyou look beautiful tonight by the way.â
âitâs still november, baby,â you tease, knowing exactly where he was going with his gruff words. nanami had a feral hungry look in his eyes, and it looked like no other expression of his youâve seen before.
he lets off a frustrated groan at your words, remembering the little âchallengeâ you both agreed on once halloween ended.
ah- âno nut novemberâ.
where men have to apparently abstain from masturbation and cummingâaccording to you, specially for the entire month of november.
not that nanami necessarily minded, he had a pretty good tolerance, actually.
but today, of all days?
he felt like he was about to break. being so close to your proximity had nanamiâs head spinning.
his face - itâs overly flushed. a pretty tint of pink starts to slowly paint his face as he pouts at you.
you donât think youâve ever seen your husband like thisâlet alone pout. âwe made a deal, remember?â you continue, caressing a thumb across his cheek. his chin was still resting on your chest and you could see the frown marinating against his features. âdecember first.â
âbut-â he grunts, watching the smug grin spread across your glossed lips. nanami gets sheepish, tilting his head down. âsweetheart- i know that, but youâre beinâ pretty cruel right now, no?â and you glance down, feeling his lips collide against the skin that briefly exposes your tummy. âdo you always wear my work shirts when iâm not home?â
âyeaaah,â you admit, letting off a tiny snicker. nanami feels your shoulders slacken once you release a single breath, and you stare straight into his eyes.
his eyes however, never left yours, not for a millisecond. as the gaze continued, you could see the beads of sweat starting to race down each side of his forehead.
oh-
maybe the curse was serious. getting an idea you decide to amp up your teasing just a bit. âdo you wanna know what i was doing earlier while wearing your dress shirt?â
nanami places chaste kisses between the valley of your breasts. âuh huh. tell me, wifey.â
âi . . mightâve been playinâ with myself,â you sweetly speak, and he could hear the tease lacing underneath your sentence.
the more you spoke about what you were doing, nanami was starting to feel even hotter-
and the pure image of you touching yourself with his button-front shirt on, engulfed in nothing but his musky cologne made him groan. it was clear you werenât wearing panties. he couldnât help but peek, and sure enoughâyou were going commando.
nanami keeps his lovingly longing gaze and slowly, he raises his head from between your chest, raising a brow as if silently saying, âcontinue.â
with a cheeky smile, you wrap your arms around his torso. âi couldnât make myself finish though. my fingers arenât as long as yours. so, i ended up falling asleep and i had a dream. about . . us.â
âi see,â nanami huskily utters, sinking his head into your left shoulder. you just smelled so so sweet â sweeter ever, and you could see nanami trying to restrain himself. clearing his throat, nanami invades an entire side of your neck with wet, loving kisses. âwhat was the dream, princess?â
now it was your turn for your heart to start racing.
it was quick, beating at such high beats per minute. with an impish expression, you cup his chin and make him face you.
tenderly rubbing a thumb over his lips, you finish what your cute, lewd admission. âiâŠuh- dreamt about you retiring as a sorcerer. or you have a safer job that makes you less stressed. we finally . . settled down, and we um . . ended up having kids.â
âkids, huh,â he whispers, dragging a hand through his blond strands. you could feel his feverish heat radiate against your skin and you were surrounded by his balmy warmth.
he wasnât exaggeratingânanami was truly, truly burning up. the buds on his tongue sizzle each time he takes a fateful second to swallow, salivating the more his eyes focus on you. nanami ponders for a moment silently, and before you know it, heâs picking you up.
you let off a cute surprised gasp, hurling your arms around his neck before watching him sigh. âah- donât get shy, my sweet. keep going.â
nanami continues to walk with you in his arms, going up the creaking, wooden stairs and you run a few fingers down your exposed nape.
âwe . . had about maybe two or three. you even started growing facial hair too,â and nanamiâs grip on your hips softens. he raises a blond brow before trodding inside the quiet bedroom. âyouâd make a good dad though, ken,â you purr, running a finger down his amber-dotted tie. âcould you imagine though? one of me is cute, but two though?â
âhoney-â he cuts off, lying you flat back against the mattress.
with a split-second glimpse underneath the oversized formal shirt you woreâindeed, you werenât wearing any panties. he had to check just one more time.
nanami starts to pant heavily, watching as you playfully lift your leg, throwing it over his shoulder. âis that- is that what you want? to settle down?â
âonly if . . you want to.â you murmur in a soft tone, deeply getting lost in his golden-hour gaze.
nanamiâs eyes were bright, shining with nothing but love and adoration for you - always.
if you squinted just enough, you could see his pupils forming into cute-shaped hearts.
grabbing his hand, you place it on your tummy, sliding it underneath the buttoned shirt.
âi want⊠you,â he huffs, his voice turning from tender to raspy within seconds. nanami leans in and presses his lips against yours. his dimples happily curve forward once you immediately return the gesture, cupping his face with both hands.
right away, nanami moans against your lips as his hot tongue blissfully shoves itself inside your mouth. minty peppermint â itâs exactly what he tasted like, and his cool breath running against your tongue only made him taste sweeter.
nanami couldnât help but roll his hips against you with his sweaty forehead softly pressed on top of yours.
each popping smack of hungry lips got louder, and he heard the faint clanks of his belt shuffling. you slid a hand down, reaching for the middle part of his pants. youâve shared many kisses with nanami, but this one seemed different..
a current of chills ran down your spine as he deepened the passionate kiss as the callused tips of nanamiâs fingers unbuttoned his shirt.
speaking of his shirt thoughâhe just couldnât get over how much his shirt was just prettily glued against your skin.
âgod- this monthâs been torture, sweetheart,â heâd breathe between nearly suffocating kisses.
nanamiâs lungs were full, and heâd sometimes even forget to breathe. such full lungs of his were heaving in and out continuously, desperate for any sort of puffs.
they had to find air, they just had to..
but nanami didnât care about breathing, not when he had his lips ardently locked against yours.
âcouldnât- stop- thinkinâ- âbout- you-â he grunted in a hoarse tone, sweetly sucking against your lolled tongue. its mushy warmth invites him to continue, and you briefly open your lashes to stare straight into a very needy nanamiâs eyes. âhah- you were all i thought about at work today.â
âmhm, breathe, kento,â you whisper, feeling your lips swell the minute he pulls away.
a web of gluey saliva leaves from both sets of puffed lips and he breathes like you said. with a looooong inhale, nanami then exhales before grunting. you simper, tugging on the hem of his beige boxers. âmaybe i can . . help with that curse?â
and you did.
in more ways than one, really.
to be brief, nanami kento was a feral man-
he felt himself turning into a brand new man the second his tongue graciously rolls itself flat against the flatness of your pretty twitching clit.
a sharp gasp winds straight out of your lungs as youâre sat with your legs obtusely spread to a wide degree.
with your hands burying themselves underneath your plushy tits as he devoured youâyou couldnât help but toy with yourself for a bit. moaning, a thumb trails its way down against one of your puckered nipples that poke through the fleecy blue dress shirt.
âk- kentooo.â youâd hum out a whimper, a hand finding its way near the top of his head.
heâs slow⊠badly wanting to savor your sweet taste on his tongue while eating you out like the starved, starved man that he was.
wisping a bundle of fingers through his blond locks, you continue to cup one of your tits with one hand. long, thirsty sluuuurps exited from nanamiâs lips as you watched his head frantically shake from side to side.
your tummy was already seizing, and the heel of your ankle started to guide its way down his back. wet, sloshing noises ricocheted against nanamiâs lips as his eyes periodically averted back towards you.
heâs giving you the âi wanna marry you againâ stare, no doubt. even with his mouth stuffed, nanami kentoâs never felt more in loveâ
maybe this love curse . . pollen, whatever it was was a secret blessing in disguise.
the panicky, racing beats of nanamiâs heart never slowed, and a hand of his then grips your thigh. tenderly, you feel the tip of his tongue dipping its way in ân out â wetly lathering his pink twitching muscle with your sweet slickness.
your eyes remain on him the entire time, getting forevermore lost in his crave-like gaze. âshh- talk later, princess. promise.â he whispers against your cunt, delving his tongue in swerving, wide circles.
those wide circles eventually curve their way into hearts, though. a whine sobs its way from the back of your throat as the grip on his hair tightens.
you felt the scaly, hot of his tongue create the perfect heart . . even spelling out the simple eight letters of âi love you.â
your legs couldnât hold still, they just couldnât- and you could feel the skittish smile forming against his lips, tickling against your pussy.
you were drooling from your entrance, right from the puffy slavering slit down. youâre flooded, soddened with such amounts of dewy dewdrops that form into strings, and in a way though, it was pretty.
nanami was just struck in awe at how much you were just profusely leaking. like the gentleman nanami was though, he lapped it right up. his rose-swollen lips cupped everywhere, smothering the crevices of your sheeny thighs with his many, many kisses.
âr- riiiight there, âken,â youâd mewl out a desperate plea, slowly dragging his head against your cunt. itâs moving around in a hypnotizing circle, but if it was anything that was leaving you in a mere trance of a state, it was his tongue.
nanami explores through every puffy wet corner, sloppily slotting his tongue in between your pudgy folds. he grunts against your throbbing heat, feeling the weight of his impatient boner prodding beneath his cotton-made boxers. âmngh- gonna cum. âm gonna cum, kento.â
âdo it for me,â he soundlessly says, vertically smearing a fat thumb down your slimy pussy.
your entrance was soaked-
tearing away with drooling droplets of slick. every time. he was so enticed that he had to take a minute to just stare at your cuntâadmiring how wet his pretty, perfect girl was - just for him.
nanami was entranced once he moved his face closer. the tip of his button nose then literally starts to drag itself down your sobbing slit and he moans, taking in your natural scent. âhah- câmon, sweetheart. give it tâ me,â and he brings his ring finger right up against your core.
itâs a lanky finger that starts to bedaub against your cunt, feeling you writhe at the sensitive contact.
you whine, feeling his ring finger rub its way against your heat before poking your tongue against your cheek to silence yourself.
as you watch, his digit gets covered with your mess almost immediately, and you shudder at the cold band of his ring toying with your salivating folds. âpretty please-â and oh- heâs begging.
a blond brow of nanamiâs quivers as his lips attach back to your cunt. sticky, glistening strings of arousal rills straight down his forward-pointed chin as he continues to rub the back of his wedding ring against your pulsating clit.
itâs icy cold.. you felt him keep up the pace as the material of the band smears itself around in circles before feeling a coil in your tummy tightening.
the pressure makes you see stars for a hot secondâand youâre met with a bundle of nerves trying to introduce itself to the lower depths of your stomach. â âm cumming!â youâd blurt in a staggering wail.
the crashing wave of endorphins made you exhale a cute sigh as your legs started to get more and more numb.
you felt like you were floating on every single cloud, including cloud nine - especially cloud nine.
nanamiâs tongue still slid its way in between the slot your sappy folds, feeling the cute twitches of your throbbing clit against his bumpy tastebuds as you start to spasm. âfuh- fuck! âken âm sensitive, baby.â and your words turn into a mere hush once your body started to limp its way onto the sheets.
your thighs locked around his neck, and you still had his hair in a firm grasp, digging your fingers deep into his roots and scalp.
with widened doe-eyes, you glance back down toward your husband whoâs merrily licking you clean without a single care in the world.
if the beats of your heart was a car, youâd be speeding.
itâs beating so fast out of your chest that you can barely keep up. your legs felt like mush as your neck finally gave up, collapsing back against your pillow.
âmmh- shouldâve just stayed . . hah- stayed home today,â he grumbles, giving every glossed part of your exposed cunt individual kisses. nanami starts at your pretty clitoral hood, sprightly nibbling at the tender fold of skin. you whine, yanking his head forward before nanami pats your pussy. âcouldâve been playinâ with her a- all day.â
âyouâre here now.â you speak out of breath, pulling his head back up. once you do so, nanami looks at you with the most pussy drunk expression.
his lips were all plump and red, lashes merely sticking together, and glossed sleek streams of slick racing down his chin. nanami leans into your touch, sitting up before leaning in to kiss you.
again- his tongue sloppily carved a wet trail through your mouth, and you moan once you feel the tint of his boner press up against your bare cunt.
heâs so hard, you wondered if it was painful. you swallowed each grunt of his in your mouth, feeling his body hungrily rock against yours.
a few ash tresses stick against his forehead as his lips violently crash onto yoursâcreating an impactful collision.
as dancing tongues swiftly twisted and spiraled around each other in sync, you hear a bit of shuffling again.
nanami's reaching into his boxers, grunting against your lips once he feels the anchoring weight of his heavy cock lie flat against his palm. âm- mhm, sweetheart.â he throatily groans, feeling your hand slip inside of his boxers too.
you feel a lightning-shaped vein shoot down his skin and he grunts. nanami was as sensitive as ever, and with your hands softly tracing circles over his bulky triceps, he knew he was in trouble.
deep, deep trouble..
âitâs okay, âken,â you whisper, letting off a sharp inhale once his fiery hot tip smears its way on your cunt.
itâs almost flat out rude at firstâwith the way it smacks against your folds, creating a wet splash that lands right on his bulbous crown.
from the stout tip thatâs round at all thick corners, nanamiâs leaking.
milky, pearls of whiteness dribble from the fleshy sides of his fat cock and he grunts once he feels your shaky legs caging him in again.
god- you looked so pretty like this..
just laid back, wearing nothing but his business shirt. all the buttons were unbuttoned so nowâit was just you, breasts cutely sprung out and all.
gently grabbing his face once more, you mumble against his flushed temple. âinside, itâs okay. go inside,â and your sweet words were like a chant.
heâs slow-
carefully aligning his maroon tip between your syrupy slit, feeling it clumsily slip out every few thrusts.
you even reached between your legs with a single hand, spreading your pussy open right before his eyes. âdonât be⊠shy, she doesnât bite, kento.â
âhhh.. woman- youâre gonna be the death of me,â nanami gulps, openly staring at the slippery heat stick between your legs.
he didnât know which action had him feeling hotter. your filthy words, you, or the way you spread yourself open for him with just two, cute fingers.
two twinned digits pried your lower lips apart, and he grunts once the swollen head of his cock snugly pops its way past your gummy barrier.
âhngh,â nanami sucks his teeth, pressing his forehead against yours. his palm rests on your tummy before he gives you a tender glance. âis this . . alright?â
chewing on your lip, you moan out a, ây- yeah.â before touching the back of his hand.
nanamiâs face softens before he eases himself further inside, squeezing past that cute ring of your entrance thatâs just always oh-so tight!
nanami was as round as a teddy bear. a few years into your loving marriage you noticed how he started growing a soft bear-type body, especially with the winter rolling around.
not that you minded, he was the perfect subject for cuddling. in this case, though, he was perfect for gradually placing his weight on youâto which you always ended up loved.
with his dress shirt all wrinkled and unkempt thanks to you, nanami sheathed his face inside of your neck. âg- goddd, âs like when iâm inside i feel even hotter.â
the love curse ran through all nanamiâs veins, including invading near his bloodstream and every jabbing axon that continued to pulse through his achingly, hot skin.
eventually through . . after a very long three minutes, his gravelly pants started to turn more and more raspy.
browned eyes of nanamiâs turn tender at your gaze once you grab both sides of his face, rubbing circles around his hollow cheeks with the soft tips of your thumbs. âdonât hide, look at me.â
âheh- yes maâam.â he gruffly whispers, tilting his cheek, leaning into your touch.
nanami was on top of you, glued to you entirely as if both bodies were made of pasty adhesive. with your ankle running down his back, it took everything within him to not moan.
every part â every single part of his body felt insanely sensitive to your touch.
nanami would occasionally bite his lip, finding his eyes rolling upward or even letting off a âphewwwâ just from being a few inches inside of your intoxicating cunt.
as his cockâs driving its way inside at a slow pace, you watch nanamiâs blond brows twist into a furrowing curve.
heâs sucking in every breath that tries to escape from him, groaning at each inch that sloppily disappears between your puffed folds. without even taking a glanceânanami could feel how wet you were, and not only were you preparing to milk him dry, but you were also drowning every girthy inch of his cock with all slick amounts of your pretty mess.
he didnât have to look down because he could just feel â feel your compellingly, vulgar squelches, feel each slosh that sobs between your cunt folds, feel each pulsating throb that would convulse against your clit.
youâre just so damn pretty though..
staring back at him as heâs trying to make his way inside, nanami ends up getting lost in your gummy orifice thatâs desperately clinging onto him as if its life depended on it. itâs almost cute..
âf- fuuck.â youâd whine, tugging at his ruffed-up cerulean collar. peering your eyes a bit, you see a bit of faded lipstick marks that were from you earlier this morning.
you smile to yourself, knowing nanami would always proudly show off those marks to any woman who dared look in his direction.
within a few inches deep, nanamiâs creating an unforgettable gap that stretches your cunt fully open. he keeps his hooded eyes on you, pressing a few encouraging pecks near your plump, kiss-bitten lips.
heâs never felt so hot..
nanami snaps his hips into you once- just once, and he lets off the prettiest moan.
it sounds more like a whineâit pitches a bit higher than usual and he falls face flat into your chest.
you get sheepish, wrapping your arms around him before feeling him grunting between your breasts. âhoney, i think i just . . came.â
âoh,â you breathe, and sure enough, you felt a lukewarm batch of cum starting to pool its way inside of you. your legs remained snaked around his waist and you could feel nanamiâs ashamed pout stretch against your chest. you pat his head, leaning in to kiss his forehead. âitâs . . okay, âken.â and heâs kissing all between the slope that runs down your soft titsâhis comfort place.
you hum, lifting his head and watching him grumpily pout with loose blond strands running down his eyes. âi can always take the lead if youâre too sensitive.â
âplease..â
⥠⥠âĄ
nanami looks up at you with a timid expression, his hands restrained at each side of the bed. gulping deeply, he watches as your slick-glossed cunt just barely floats over his creamy white tip. from the coral-colored sides, itâs a blushing pinkâŠitching for you to be inside again.
just a single inch or the mere feeling of you swiping your entrance back ân forth against the peeling hood of cock makes him groan. âhandcuffs, honey? this is quiteâŠeh- kinky, no?â nanami raises an ash brow with a weary smile, soft, dusky eyes never leaving yours.
in factâeach time you run your hands down the open slit of his shirt that exposes his blond growing chest hair, he shudders.
just a few fingertips of yours alluringly ghosting down his skin was enough to make him melt. through semi-blurred peripherals, he spots a bright color that sticks against his wrists. âtheyâre . . pink,â he chuckles, âand fuzzy.â
âit came in the mail yesterday,â you coo at his observation, inching your face closer and starting to kiss down his neck. nanami inhales before sighing in rapture, positioning his head to the side so you could have a better angle and itâs unintentionally sexy. âitâs not too tightâŠis it?â
âitâs fine,â nanami shakes his head, preparing to take another deep breath once the opening of your pussy starts to sloppily split its way ajar.
youâre sinking on his shaft and he lets out a husky grumbleâbulky muscles flexing through his biceps as his arms stretched across both sides of the leather headboard. âmmgh- atta girl. like that- like . . that.â and his voice seductively lowers an octave at every inch.
it was almost hypnotic at how much you were soaking him. truly, you were already soaked but now that your cunt was accepting his vast tip that was descending its way further inside of you, nanami wasnât sure how much longer heâd last.
profusely, your pretty pussy was drowning him. nanamiâs muscles continued to bulge through his shirt as he slouched back against the mattress, watching your hips starting to moderately pick up.
âs- sooo big.â you moan, the stretch wholly expanding through your walls. sometimesâyou donât think youâd ever get used to nanamiâs size, let alone his thick, parting stretch.
clicking his tongue, nanami takes every second he can just to stare and openly admire your body.
effortless, you were just effortless with every moment you did.
every twirl, every toss and dip of your hips had him hungry for only more â more of you.
as your pace maintained its rocky rhythm, his eyes found themselves trailing further down, pausing between the crack of your pried-open legs.
seconds pass and theyâre now leisurely making their way up your chest, pausing right between your plush rounded mounds.
you still had his business shirts as you rode him, and your tits freely sprung as your hips started to grind quicker. as your hips pathetically stuttered, so did the wooden legs of the bed. âhng- puttinâ me in handcuffs just so i canât touch my hah- pretty wife, hm?â
nanami tries to joke, but you could already see him breaking a sweat once his cock explores deeper inside of your cunt â zigzagging a bumpy pattern all through your inside.
itâs making sure every part of you from the inside memorizes his hits, sloppy thrusts and all, and fuck- were you about to collapse right then and there.
the sides of nanamiâs forehead were already heavily covered in perspiring sweat. with lush tears dribbling down every crevice and corner, nanami starts to huff.
âbut baby, you always touch me,â you lively tease, tossing both arms over his tense, pent-up shoulders.
the bed lowly creaks every second, constantly dipping from all the constant movements and pounds that jolt against the rickety aged boxspring.
its constant croaky groans sounded almost painfulâand the quicker your hips swerved around and bounced, the louder it cried in the background from both jerking bodies.
nanami pouts, shaking his head and you make him nod by cupping his chin. âyeah, you do.â you then surprise a part of his neck with wet, balmy kisses.
nanami gruffly grunts, desperately wishing his hands were roaming down every part of your body. tending to every part, allowing his fingers to explore every part.
heâd caress circles around your assâguiding his callused, rough fingers up up up before they eventually reach near your waistline.
with a clingy grip, heâd start to rock your hips faster into him, making sure he pumps all nth inches deep inside until youâre babbling out incoherent cacophonies of his name and how youâre just so full..
but you noticedânanamiâs eyes were only focused on only one thing. your soft, perked breasts that bounced at the exact second your body did.
at each powerful hop and slam of your hips, they playfully jiggled, flopping against your chest. they were nearly smushed right in his face, and oh- he could feel his mouth shamefully watering at just imagining them being in his mouth.
âcloser, sweetheart,â he grunts, tilting his head down since he couldnât exactly use his hands.
you were riding him at such godly speed, swerving your hips at such frantic intervals while wetly clamping down on his cock.
nanami always filled you to the brim with all of him, poking right through your slickly dripping orifices with every bouncy thrust.
once more, it makes his head spin, but all heâs focused on is your chest that was staring straight back at him. âf- fuuuck, âm still h.. hot. i think- i think suckinâ on them will help me cool off, sweetheart.â
saucily cooing, you lick a stripe down his neck as your hips accelerated. as you continued to speak, your voice started to get a bit bumpy from the unsteady movement of your jouncing ass.
âoh- is that what you wanted all this time, âken? to suck on these?â and he watches as you lean back, cupping your tits with the smuggest smile plastered on your lips.
your hands sneak down between your unbuttoned shirt before you silently mewl, giving them a nice good squeeze. âimagine jusâ how plumper theyâd be after i have your baby, kento.â
âh.. honey- youâre lucky âm handcuffed.â bronze eyes trace down your skin, stopping at your perked nipples.
they were oh-so-perfect.. and as youâre straddled over his lap, nanami couldnât help but let his mind wander just a bit. he couldnât help but allow his mind to wander near the very lewd lobe of his brain.
the mental image of you baring his child . .
his wife, you.
nanami grunts at the thought, wordlessly gasping in multiple honed breaths at the fierce clashes of sharp skin.
your hips were disgustingly brutal, and with the way your thighs clung onto him, you were nearly akin to a magnet â forevermore sticking against nanami, never wanting to let go.
âcâmooon,â the blond playfully whines in a gruff voice, his cock stiffening inside of you. âdonât hah- make me beg, sweet girl.â
âyou make me beg,â you chaff, slowing your hips down just a bit. nanami grunts at your catty truth, feeling the weight of you gradually hover before you roughly buck right into him.
using all of your core, his leaking tip smears its way against your clit in an almost pretty heart shape and you stutter out a moan.
your syllables of each broken moan were a bit choppy as you were shooting blanks, arching your back against him. even as youâre still riding him, putting all pounds of movement from your body into your sprawled knees, you kept touching yourself.
seeing you guide your hands all over your body in such a sensual way, made nanami kiss his teeth.
in envy though - those shouldâve been his hands..
âallll. the. time.â you finish your sentence in a spirited whisper, whispering against the twitching left side of his ear.
each thrust becomes increasingly sloppy with your grip getting more slick ân wet â glossed which such sticky amounts of your tangled juices.
each squashing slop! that squelches from between the arc your legs get louder, causing your thighs to nearly clamp together from the tender stimulation.
cupping your tits again, you bring them up to nanamiâs face. âgo âhead.â
âwoman.. youâre evil,â nanami muffles, getting a face full of your breasts. you hold onto them tight, watching as nanami brings his face closer until heâs shoved right between them. a sweet crooning groan slithers from his lips as his tongue fervently curls its way down toward your nipple.
sloppily, you feel him casually swirling greedy circles around your pulsating gland before switching to the other one.
nanamiâs lashes close as youâre still rocking your hips forward, nearly riding him into utter ân erotic oblivion..
at this pointâyou thought the bed was about to break, devastatingly snapping into two due to how good you were putting your hips to use.
âmmpf- so pretty. all mine, m- mine,â he rasps between wet slurps, his wrists still trapped in pretty pink handcuffs. the woolly fur tickles against his skin as his tongue continues to rove shapes around your nipples. âneed to get these girls plump⊠quickly.â
your tits remained grasped in your hands as youâre moaning from nanamiâs tongue, and you now start to rut into him at a much more hurried pace.
nanami hungrily drives his cock all through your core, creating a near race-track path that smothers invisible kisses all against your g-spot.
every inch, heâs fat- and his even lengthier girth nearly makes your brain short-circuit for a minute. every wild jam of your hips feels like its last, and nanamiâs already drooling.
treacly, sweet saliva pours from the corners of his lips as heâs sucking on each of your tits, muffled gargled moans and whines vibrating against your tepid flesh..
your body had adapted to a more steady rhythm, but you could feel his dick eagerly twitch inside of you every few rushed seconds.
a bit of drool ends up running down his mouth, landing on his polka-dotted tie, creating a gray dampening spot. itâs cute, and you rub a thumb over his thin lips, watching his tawny, soft eyes flutter back open.
itâs the look of love- and nanami could feel himself heating up more once your gaze meets his again.
for a moment, he had completely forgotten about the dumb curse because he was too busy lost in your gaze.
but his temperature started to increase. you let off a bundle of whiny mewls once you feel him nip the top row of his teeth against your nipple.
âs- so cute,â he purrs lowly, feeling your knobbly thighs get closer and closer to giving out. just a few more thrusts and youâd probably be done for.
âmmp-â he pops out your left nipple with his swollen wet lips, glancing at you. nanami looked like heâd just run a marathon with blond strands glossing strips across his forehead. grunting, he starts to pant like a greyhound, sliding a tongue over his lips. âyouâre close, honey?â
âm- mhm!â youâd reply, your voice turning raw at each straining moan that leaves from your poor chords.
his cock was massaging everywhere, it didnât miss a single spot. itâs tip was widely turgid, angrily crimson-red, and leaking from all veiny sides while narrowly delving into you raw.
nanamiâs kneading through your guts, tending to each gummy part of your entrance to make you whimper out his name. from every deep, vigorous pump that profoundly batters inside of your pussy, your eyes cross.
youâre dumbfoundedâdumb in general too from the way he facilely located every sensitive spot with just the stubby tip of his shaft.
including your pretty cervix - nanami made sure his cock smacked its way there a few times.
the deep pressure pounding inside of you, greeting every single spot inside of your pussy never failed to make your knees quickly buckle.
âf- fuck, fuck there âken, theretherethereee,â you start to babble, the bumps of his tip making your jaw goofily hang. â âm cum- âm gonna cummm.â
âhaah- together, sweetheart. can you . . finish with me?â nanami murmurs in a throaty voice, kissing your neck.
he tried to lift his head but got slightly pulled back from the fuzzy handcuffs.
heâs molding your insides fully with his cock, squinting a bit at the crescent-shaped moon that hides behind the violent bed curtain.
that view was nice but the view currently in front of him, riding him.. âcuringâ him from whatever curse this was was far a better sight.
you.
with a whine preparing to squeal from your throat, you give him a nod.
nanami tilts his head, tsking impishly with his smacking lips despite how he was just as sensitive as you. âah- you know how i feel about head nods, princess. i wanna hear those pretty words.â
ây.. yes ken, âkentoooo,â you moan, gasping once you feel two things at once. your stomach tightly seizing and your sloppy cunt restricting around his meaty, stocky length.
itâs so good, soso good that you softly bite into nanamiâs shoulder. he hums, groaning right with you before you continue. â âm cummin. âm fuckinâ cumming, kento.â
âi know.. i know, câmere, girl,â he whispers, his face softening once your eyes immediately lock with him. âmy sweet⊠girl.â his pitch lowers, and you decrease the distance between the two of you.
once again, your lips meet nanamiâs but this time, itâs far more aggressive and less passionate.
itâs only one word and itâs â sloppy.
your bodyâs weakly rolling against him, losing its rhythm as the two of you end up finishing together, competing with each otherâs inevitable high.
it all felt like a slow ⊠rush.
as you were both drinking each otherâs never-ending moans and grunts, the puddled, gooey mess began.
at the same time though, your legs ended up finally collapsing as your swollen, plump lips attacked against his - harshly.
nanamiâs lips were almost competing with yours, mashing against your lips with the occasional rows teeth of teeth clash clash clashing away.
itâs loud, sloppy, messy..
the peppermint taste that still lingers in his mouth travels against your buds and you moan. nanami groans, spraying a geyser of bittersweet strips of hot cum inside of you as both tongues continue to explore each otherâs mouths.
itâs a straight shotâit travels deep, introducing your womb with a fresh amount of cum as you end up letting go at the same time.
both sets of hearts fluttered as you pressed against his chest, racing frantic beats per minute as you melted the dozenth kiss he presented to your lips.
itâs hot- nanamiâs rawly plunging into you as you whine against his lips, barely feeling your hips rutting into him anymore.
youâre just straddling him now â yet heâs still plugging you full with such massive inches of cock, with the addition of his creamy, gloopy seed that drizzles a sloppy white ring around his base.
your fingers wisp down his undercut, as he continues to quietly ravage your walls. it was a slick, slimy knot that buries itself deep inside of your pussy.
youâre moaning, slowly breaking away from his mouth that had strings of saliva clinging near the bottom of his glossed lip. panting heavily, you crane your head, taking a quick peek down at your ass.
itâs a mess, and as his carmine-colored tip slips out of you, it lightly smacks against his tummy.
ribbons of cum paint near the very undersides of your thighs, pouring out between your syrupy slit in such a slow yet filthy manner. time nearly stood still, and nanami went silent, staring at the gooey wads ân wads buttery cum that oozes out of your pretty, fluttering cunt.
âare you okay?â nanami sighs, feeling you reach for the handcuff key that rests near the rosy nightstand. you remove them, and he twirls his wrists in a circle before looking at you with kind eyes.
â âm okay.â you reassure him, cupping his face and kissing the right side of his cheek.
nanamiâs exhaustedâespecially after how good you just rode him.
your dripping cunt hovers against his happy trail and sheeny clenched abs as he lazily lies back, finally grabbing your hips. âgood . . good,â and with a huff, he sheepishly smiles. âi guess i . . hah- failed no nut november, huh.â
âeh- thereâs always next year,â you bring a chaste, sweet kiss to his quivering, pouty lips.
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surrounded by nothing but bodies of water featuring sods of glittery clear bubbles, you now found yourself lying against nanamiâs broad chest. burly, swole arms envelope around your body as the two of you were in the ivory, spacious bathtub. as the water ran against your skin, soothing your aching musclesâyou let off a sigh once he finished washing you off.
âi think it wore off,â his warm voice tickles against your skin. nanami kisses down your nape, reaching near the side of the tub where a bowl of fresh muscat grapes lies. tearing a few off the vine, he brings them toward your lips. âthe curse . . pollen, whatever it was.â
âmmpf- did it?â you eat from his hand, feeling his wet palm softly rub against your chin. the smell of rich jasmine hits your nostrils as you let off a satisfied hum at the sugary sweet flavor. nanamiâs body held you close, feeling your damp body lightly plop against his chest. you feel a bit of his chest hair land against your skin before you swallow. âdo you still feel hot?â
nanami pops another grape into your mouth, then into his. âno, sweetheart. iâm fine now, thanks to you,â and you feel his left arm hook around your waist. the blond reclines back against the tubâs icy marble-made wall before sighing. âhow do you feel, though? any cramps or body aches i should be aware of?â
with a content suspire drifting away from your parted lips, you move a bit in the calm, lukewarm water â closer toward the back of his chest.
âiâm okay, kento. althooough,â and you give him a playful nudge. âmy legs still feel sore.â
âforgive me, honey,â nanami rests his chin against your shoulder. there was a bit of jest in his tone, and you could hear him trying not to snicker.
again, always the gentleman though.
âiâll give you a massage once we get out of the tub, my treat.â and you let off a sigh, feeling him creep a few fingers up your thigh.
âhmm, okay,â you comply with a sight sigh, sneaking a kiss near the edge of his lips. nanami blinks thrice, his face flushing a bit before you cup his face with wet hands.
âi was serious you know. about . . what i said earlier. us settling down andâ,â and nanami deeply stares into your eyes as you speak.
you rub a wet thumb against his sharp cheekbone before continuing, abruptly cutting your cute rambling short, ending with a sincere, âi love you, kento.â
tilting his head against your palm, leaning into your embrace, nanami brings you toward him before kissing the crown of your head. âand i love you more,â and as you felt butterflies party in the lower pits of your stomach, nanami brings your hand up to his lips.
gently, he aligns his mouth perfectly near your fourth digit before giving you another kiss, this timeâon your ring finger. âmrs. nanami.â
but oh- he wasnât done..
as youâre feeling a wave of tenderness overwhelm your heart, nanami leans a bit down before kissing the center part of your tummy that drips with teary droplets.
his wetly compressed lips give it a quick peck and âmwahâ before keeping his head lowered. âi love her too.â you raise a brow, glancing as nanamiâs chin hovers over the bubbles of water.
âher?â you lift a brow as he whispers multiple âi love youâsâ against your stomach as if he was already talking to something â or someone..
âyes, her,â nanami repeats, giving your tummy one more kiss before sitting back up, rubbing his palm over the center of your belly.
looking up at you, he notices your confused expression and smiles to himself. âoh, just a little hunch,â and you gasp once nanami picks you up softy, carrying you out the wet tub, the both of you soaking wet.
ânow, how about that massage? iâm quite good with my hands, especially when it comes to my woman.â
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like yes Glinda's mad because Elphaba's getting what she wants even though she feels like she should be winning, but its so funny that Glinda has the whole ass school doing organized choreo and singing about how much the girl who makes Glinda's pulse race and face flush (OUT OF HATRED) is awful and Glinda's great, and the SECOND Glinda realizes said girl (WHO SHE DEFINITELY HATES IN A NORMAL WAY) isn't paying attention, she ends the song, leaves everyone dancing, and runs off to her room alone
#glinda be less of a closet case challenge#glinda upland#elphaba thropp#wicked#wicked movie#wicked spoilers#wicked part 1#gelphie
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That is Not what "crossing the picket line" means. I am begging tumblr users to look up actual terminology for boycott, strike, and picket line. you are all using them wrong and it's lending itself to misinformation.
Make Amazon hurt don't order anything.
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Manhandle. | L.H
summary: Feral-ish Logan is obsessed with you.
warnings: Smut | 18+ MDNI | Porn no plot | Soft dom!Logan | PiV | Unprotected sex | Swearing | Light degrading | Dirty talk | Cunnilingus | Aftercare
a/n: I will die on the hill that Logan loves his partners a little chubby. Idc. I didn't have the patience to edit this ignore mistakes pleaseee. Reposted after deleting, reprised a little bit but I didn't bother to edit it so ignore mistakes. ;; wc: 2.4k
Logan cannot stand you for one reason and one reason alone: You drive him crazy.
Why the fuck are you so soft? Why do your hips sway so much? Why are you so doe eyed and sweet smelling?
His cock twitches in his pants as he sees you talking to another mutant. Fuck. He doesn't like it. He wants you for himself. He needs you for himself.
That's exactly what he does.
He grabs you and tugs you along, you of course go with him, being so sweet and naĂŻve...when you're alone, he practically rips your clothes off. He normally would tease and play with you more, but he can't help himself. He's too eager, his patience is diminished.
Your soft gasp when he tore the fabric from your body made his balls grow heavy and a low growl rumble out of him. You were beautiful to him, your body drove him crazy. He felt hotter than normal, like he was going to die if he didn't have you. You made the most pathetic sound when his hand pushed between your legs and felt your soft folds, his calloused fingertips finding that sweet little pearl. "Fuckin' wet for me...from rippin' y'r clothes off, huh? You like it like this? Bein' manhandled?"
You felt your face heat up and your legs trembled, threatening to give out at any second. You stammered, unable to come up with a solid reply as you pathetically tried while his thick fingers explored your folds confidently. They prodded your entrance, making you tense a bit.
"Y'r tight, my damn finger has a hard time gettin' in here...how are you gonna handle my cock, princess?" he grabbed your face with his free hand, tilting your head up as he kissed you. His lips were warm, the taste of cigar and whiskey on them, a hint of salt and jerky. You melted into his kiss, even though he was claiming you this way. His tongue pushed into your mouth, invading you and exploring every inch as if he owned you. His teeth gently bit your bottom lip, he didn't want to overwhelm you too much, not yet anyway.
"That's it...whimperin' for me...you love this, I can tell by how wet you are. Can't imagine my cock in there...it's so tiny...have you ever been fucked before?" he grunts deeply in your ear, the sound making your entire body react as you shake. Your nipples erect and feeling stimulated by the fabric of his shirt as he stands close enough to rub against you.
"Logan...I...mmn, I have I just...-"
"You've never been with me baby, I'll show ya what a real man can do. I know when y'r fakin' too, you won't have to do that with me." He chuckled, his hand moving away from your dripping core and he grabbed your plush hips, lifting you up while his hands massages and groped the meat of your ass and thighs. "Goddamn...these things..." He threw you onto his bed, his hand on your belly for a moment, kneading you.
"Logan-!"
"I gotcha...just let me take care of you..." Logan's voice was gentle, but he sounded slightly condescending as he spoke to you, the clear teasing undertone made you whimper in response. His hands pawed at you like a man who had seen a naked woman for the first time, on your breasts, sides, hips. Hs grabbed your thighs again, eagerly holding onto your flesh and spreading your legs apart for him. "Such a fat cunt you have, looks comfy, you'll treat my dick well won't you, sweet thing? Perfect little home for it...that's where it belongs isn't it? You're lost without my dick in you."
You squirmed below him, feeling vulnerable and exposed as he held you down. You couldn't deny how hot your pussy felt, you wanted to demand for him to stick it in, to just fuck you into the mattress, but you also didn't want to admit it, playing the game a bit. Besides, Logan was clearly enjoying how you were acting, so you kept it up.
"Ah...please..." You begged lightly, your legs falling limp and allowing him to open them wider. You felt so horny by now, Logan had a way of bringing it out of you. Your core felt like it was on fire, and you needed his touch more than air.
He placed open mouth kisses on your inner thighs, his teeth grazing the thin skin and biting your flesh teasingly. You could feel the slick, warm muscle of his tongue barely touch your sensitive skin as he continued to knowingly tease you. After his painfully slow movements, he finally got to your center, his pupils blown like he was on drugs.
Logan growled deeply, exhaling through slightly parted lips as his hands came around and held your thighs tightly. His head lowered, nose nudged your clit as this man took a deep inhale of your sex. Your face heated immediately, suddenly feeling embarrassed he was smelling you so intensely. His nose buried, your wetness covering it as he investigated further into you until he was satisfied memorizing your scent.
When he pulled up, he barely pulled away for you to say something about his little display and his lips latched onto your clit, knowing exactly where it was after mapping out your cunt mentally. He was torn between making you squirm and beg, or just taking what he wanted. You were intoxicating to him, he hadn't felt his cock throbbing to painfully before, patience was not an option right now.
You made the sweetest sound for him when his encased your clit in his mouth, his lips securing around that pretty pearl and he lightly sucked on it. His firm hands held you still while you naturally squirmed around from the stimulation, keeping you down even when you tried to buck into his mouth more. Logan pulled back enough for his breath to warm your swollen bud, and he grunted, "Stay still. You don't get to move. I'll make you cum, I'll decide when you've had enough."
The tiny whimper that left your trembling lips was enough encouragement, but he wanted to push a little more. So, the smug bastard leaned up and over you, glaring down, his wet lips shining against the dull light of the room peering through his always drawn curtains. Still, when the warm sunlight did peek through, he looked gorgeous.
"Say it. Say you understand."
"I...I understand..." you swallowed the thick lump in your throat, not realizing how tight it felt until you spoke again. He smirked down at you, his eyes raking over your form and he let his hands knead your body a bit more. "So soft...perfect for me. I can really throw you around hm? You can take it..." he groaned as he felt your body, his hands moving up to your breasts and holding them, massaging and pinching your nipples like an eager virgin.
Logan moved down again, his mouth drooled as he took your clit once more, his tongue lapping and teasing the bud before dipping inside your entrance. He tasted you, groaning like an animal at your taste as his tongue went deeper. You hooked your leg around his shoulder and pulled him closer, finding a loophole in keeping your hips still.
Luckily for you, he enjoyed it enough to allow it.
"Stop squirmin' princess...I've almost gotcha ready." He continued to work your pussy until he felt like you were ready enough. He pulled away and licked his lips, "Now...open those pretty lips." he swiped his fingers over your folds and then held them to your pouty face. "You're such a dirty girl...doing everything I say, aren't you?"
He lightly spanked your pussy, then pressed his dick into your folds and rubbed to slicken himself. When did he take his pants off?
You were interrupted when his fat head poked your entrance, forcing you to stretch out around the soft flesh and allow him in. You mewled desperately, the burn of it was so addicting. "Lo...Logan..!"
"Shh, sh, you can take it." he whispered and pushed until his head popped inside. You gasped, just his head made you feel dizzy. And he kept going.
Inch after inch.
You were squirming and crying softly, he was so big, ugh it felt amazing but overwhelming all at once. "L-Lo..Logan, I..aah," you blabbered, his thumbs swiped your temples as he chuckled down at you, his body keeping you warm. He pressed his scruffy cheek into yours so he could whisper to you while his hips rocked against you, his wet head smacking gentle, sloppy kisses to your swollen cervix.
"Shh, good girl, gooood girl," he praised you in a low, soothing tone, his voice contradicting what his body was doing to you. You felt like you were on fire, pleasure was shooting through every inch of you while that delightful burn remained as strong as ever. "Y'r doin' good...so good. Takin' all of me inside ya...knew you could."
Logan's hips moved faster inside you, driving himself in and out at a much better pace for the both of you. He held your legs up and watched himself move in and out of you, admiring the beautiful arousal that coated into his curls. He deliberately made slow, long thrusts so you could feel the mold of his cock perfectly.
Every vein, the spongy head, how his cock formed your velvet walls and made you adjust.
It was everything you could've wanted from him.
While you memorized the shape of his dick, he suddenly threw your legs around his waist and he leaned over you, causing your hips to come up and off the bed a little. He began to drive himself inside at an animalistic, rough pace while he held you. His teeth bared as he let out the deepest snarl you ever heard from him. "You make me fuckin' wild, baby...look what y'r doin'...I'm actin' like how I should. A fuckin' animal."
You sobbed lightly from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you, his cock hitting that delicious spongy spot inside that made you see stars. "Logan!! M'gonna cum...!" you cried, your fists balling the sheets by your head as you let out all your little sounds you tried to hide.
There was no reason to hide them anymore, honestly.
He kept going just as he was, knowing his movements and pace were perfect for you. "That's it...yeah baby, cum on my cock, show me how much you like it, milk my cock." Logan held your hips firm, his fingers dug into your flesh as he focused on his thrusts, driving deeper and deeper.
You finally let out a strangled cry, your vision blurring as your body released around him, clamping down on his dick like a vice and almost messing up his rhythm. Logan hissed, "G-goddamn-"
"I'm cumming, fuck! Don't stop, keep going, keep fucking me!" you screamed desperately, reaching you and clawing his shoulder blades, your hips rocking against his thrusts as your mind just focused on riding out your orgasm for as long as possible. He moved with you until he finally let loose, one single thrust in and his cock swelled and exploded against your pretty cervix, spraying his cum inside and filling up your little hole. He dripped out of you as he continued to fill you up, cum squeezing past his cock plugging your pussy, but the sheer amount of it couldn't be contained completely.
Logan's chest rose and fell quickly, his skin in a thin sheen from sweat, as was yours, and you both stilled as you regained your breaths together. You were in a complete daze, your mind foggy from pleasure and good hormones, his dick still buried inside you and felt so right.
"Good girl...fuck, my girl." he grumbled and nudged your head to the side with his own, kissing your jaw. "Did so well...down we go, easy," he lowered your legs while speaking to you gently, pulling himself from your body and watching as his cum flowed out of you. You whined at the absence of him, he just tsked and shushed you.
"Ah, don't give me that...we have to get you cleaned up. Be good for me, and I'll make sure you're nice and cozy after." Logan chuckled at your dazed expression, lifting you up a bit and smirking at how you whined into him.
"Logan....noo, just a little longer..." You pleaded lightly, trying your best to convince him, but he was not going to give in. Instead he picked you up with ease, your weight didn't bother him in the slightest, and he carried you to the bathroom.
"Clean first, then we can lay all you want." He set you down in the bathroom, knowing you were very exhausted by now and most likely coming down from your orgasm high, so he made the clean up quick. His touches were gentle, carefully washing the rag over your body and between your legs, getting all the sticky cum washed away. He stood behind you and kissed the nape of your neck, giving you goosebumps even under the hot water. "Doin' good for me...keep it up, we're almost done princess..."
When you were finally finished, you were so relieved to lay on the clean bed. Your body was much more worn out than you thought, before you collapsed, your legs trembled and almost refused to hold you up. You snuggled into the sheets, smelling heavily of Logan plus a hint of the earthy cologne he rarely wears.
He joined you a few minutes later, his strong arms wrapped around you and held you close. His hand slowly caressed up and down your side, gently squeezing and massaging you. His presence and the tiredness hit you after cleaning, and the drop of hormones made you want to sleep. Your body turned towards him, your face burying in his chest as you let out a shaky breath.
"Easy...I gotcha...sleepy girl. Go on and take a nap, I'll stick with ya until you wake...promise." He kissed the crown of your head and held you firmly against him, knowing you were going to fall asleep any second. You drove him so wild but he also felt a strong need for you in other ways. He wanted you for himself in every shape and form, you were so beautiful, and he would make sure you believed it and saw yourself as he did.
If he couldn't convince you with words, well...he can always fuck you again and make you see.
Thanks for reading - em đż
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The Other Woman
Pt 1
The doctors and psychologists said itâd be great for your husbandâs well-being to be with friends and family. And for the most part, thatâs proven true.Â
Insisting on welcoming Satoru back properly, his students organised a party and invited anyone who had a remote connection with their teacher. Even Nanami had taken time off from work to be here and had given a polite pat on his shoulder and a genuine greeting.Â
That brought a huge smile to the white-haired man who pounced on the poor guy without remorse, giggling about how he knew he âalways liked him reallyâ. It felt great to watch him be surrounded by and showered with so much love and support, the kind he deserves; you could tell it was bringing life back to him. After all, it must have been painful for him to have been cooped up in the house trying to reconcile his new reality with the one he remembers.Â
You keep reminding yourself of that.Â
Satoru needs this.Â
He needs normalcy. The normal he remembers, the normal he went to sleep thinking about and not the one he had suddenly woken up to, years passing him by.Â
Everyone knows this. He knows this. Just as you do.Â
So why is every person in the party sneaking you pitying and concerned glances?
Sure, no one could possibly think this is easy for you, to be the stranger that Satoru still gets surprised to see in the morning. The one he hesitates to say goodnight to, unsure of the boundaries, the etiquette, the right thing to do. He sometimes forgets to text you if heâs going out, shocked and annoyed, youâre sure, to see the many missed calls and messages from you. And you know he studies the picture frames all over your house like a textbook that would give him all the answer he needs.
All he gets, youâre willing to bet, is the realisation that youâre both the tether he needs to keep grounded, that guides him through the sea of memories he cannot touch, and the leash that binds him to a role he doesnât remember signing up for.Â
Are they looking at you with worry because of the inevitable toll this sudden shift has taken on your mental health or because your husband is talking to his ex-girlfriend the way he used to talk to you?
It canât be the latter, right?
Because thereâs nothing to be worried about.Â
Satoru is simply catching up, trying to stitch up the crater-sized hole in his memory with a familiar face. Thereâs no reason for your hand to shake as you sip your drink or for your eyes to keep darting back over to them, sat alone at a table like theyâre the only people in here.Â
Heâs laughing, throwing his head back and making that obnoxious cackle you love to hear. Loved. Because this one isnât for you. Itâs for her. The woman he shouldnât be near, the woman he shouldnât even think about, shouldnât let touch his arm.Â
Youâre the wife.Â
Youâve got the ring to prove it.Â
Heâs wearing it. Just not on the hand attached to the arm strung over the back of her chair like heâs protecting her from the rest of the world. Hell, maybe he is. Maybe his infinity is on and covering her. But you donât have it in you to throw something at them to find out. Either result would be just as humiliating as the other.Â
Thereâs nothing to be done.Â
You canât interrupt.Â
Because Satoru needs to know what he said goodbye to all those years ago to know what he says âhey, pretty ladyâ and âgood morning, gorgeousâ to now. Or used to say. Now, youâre lucky if he even looks at you without shuffling his feet.Â
Eventually, the night draws to its natural end.Â
People bid their farewells twice, once to him and her, and then to you. Each time breaks your heart even more until you feel it crumble inside, little shards falling to pieces he wonât pick up. She stands before you, a small, shy smile, like she knows what sheâs done. And says itâs âlovely to meet youâ, and of course you canât say it back.Â
Not when you had been introduced by your name, âmy beautiful wifeâ going nowhere near the tip of his tongue as if those words had never been uttered by your husband. And not when she had been introduced in a hastily withdrawn, stuttered freudian slip of hell.Â
âThis is my girlfrâ Sorry, I mean, my friend. From high school. Yeah, high school.â
Satoru blushes, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he waves goodbye to her. And you can tell he finds the act lacklustre, an uninspired, unnatural way to say goodbye to the woman you woke up to and slept beside.Â
âDid you have a good time?â
He nods, a soft smile playing on his lip as he casts his gaze across the room, sweeping by the empty hall like he can still see every single person that came. âIt was nice to see everyone and catch up.â
Youâre thankful he doesnât ask if you enjoyed the evening because you canât lie to him but you also canât tell the truth, canât burden him anymore with the reminder that he doesnât fill the shoes of your husband, that he continues to stumble with every step, dragging you down with him.Â
So, instead, you fill the silence with a question that is so harmless, so normal it slips out before you can even think to anticipate the devastating crack that goes through your very soul.Â
âReady to go home?â
Satoru nods.
But heâs looking at a seat in the back.Â
A seat thatâs probably still warm. A seat you could never fill because you arenât the woman he thought, hoped, he would marry.Â
Youâre just the woman he did.Â
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oh... OH.
#lfc#liverpool fc#andy robertson#darwin nunez#*gif#chaosÂČ tag#tumblr user suckmyarschkarte found dead in a ditch#i feel like i shouldn't be watching this....#i am normal i am so normal about this leave me alone
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2!
How well do you see color?
Iâm cry I scored 60, I feel blind
#I got a good grade in colors which is normal to want#and I feel good about 1 (one) personal attribute#colour perception test#color test
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by popular demand and since i hit 1k! hereâs a part 2 đ find part one here!
bestfriend!satoru who always takes you on late night drives if youâre feeling upset. heâll buy you something sweet and when he drops you back home heâll always leave you with a little kiss. he doesnât want his favourite girl being sad.
bestfriend!satoru who absolutely adores the way you smell. everytime heâs near you in class he places his hands out for some of your hand cream and he sits there sniffing his hands afterwards.
bestfriend!satoru who will always suggest a horror movie when itâs movie night with your friends. he knows itâs only a matter of time before youâre freaking out and youâll climb into his lap. âsshhh youâre okay baby iâve got youâ and while youâre distracted his hands will find their way under your top and start stroking your back and tummy.
bestfriend!satoru who insists on massaging your back when you come round. âtake your top off baby itâs just meâ. heâs working on getting you to take off the bra too, all in good time.
bestfriend!satoru who is so used to you wearing long sleeved and baggy hoodies that the random times you wear something that clings to your figure he all but passes out. suddenly his hands are all over you and to everyone else in the room you probably look like a couple. (just how he intended)
bestfriend!satoru who insists kissing your best friend on the lips is normal. itâs cute. âcome on baby another one. iâm your best friendâ. is using tongue normal? he doesnât care.
bestfriend!satoru who wears compression shirts around you all the time because he overheard you talking about much you like guys with big biceps. he doesnât want to sound big headed but heâs caught you staring a few times now.
bestfriend!satoru who goes through your underwear drawer when youâre not present. he wanted to know your cup size but the pink and the lace got him distracted.
bestfriend!satoru who really is such a perv when it comes to you. he canât help it youâre like a drug. sometimes he knocks his pen off the table because he knows your sweet self will quicky bend over to retrieve it for him. heâs left with the adorable sight of your panty clad ass, white ones today just how he likes. âthank you baby.â âyouâre welcome toru.â god youâre just so cute.
bestfriend!satoru who helps you dye your hair. he doesnât care that heâs leaving with splotches of black on his arms and hands. itâs worth it when you give him those big hugs with your arms wrapped around his neck.
bestfriend!satoru who is in love with your handwriting. âcourse a pretty girl has pretty handwritingâ itâs all cursive and slanted, he even makes jokes about you writing something for him to get tatted.
bestfriend!satoru who knows you love to cuddle. he was never much of a cuddler himself but he would have to be sick to pass up on the chance to hold you. âno of course i dont mind pretty.â your head lays on his chest and one of your thighs covers his stomach. he could die like this and he would die happy. (preferably he would die in between your thighs but)
bestfriend!satoru who gets upset when youâre laughing a bit too loud when talking to suguru. he knew for a fact suguru was not that fucking funny.
bestfriend!satoru who absolutely abuses pet names when it comes to you. His baby His pretty girl His dolly
bestfriend!satoru whoâs always patting your bum. for what reason who knows.
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Buck and Chris | Trip to the Pier (Dad Buck Feels)
(3x02)
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Hi OP! I think that getting so many responses to this might be overwhelming for you, and I think everyone saying "this isn't normal" mean well. But I know that having these hallucinations is normal for You, personally, and that might make everyone saying this kind of thing pretty stressful.
I think, more than thinking about what is "normal," try to think about makes you feel comfortable or safe. Do these hallucinations bother you? Do they interfere with what you would like to do every day? Some people are able to live with their hallucinations and feel fine, while others feel scared or upset by them. It's up to you to decide how you feel, but please don't worry about it being normal or not! The main thing is knowing that help is available if you feel like you need it.
Proving a point to myself
#i hope i'm not crossing a line saying this#a lot of people were just saying 'that's not normal' and that doesn't feel like it's addressing the heart of what you were asking#i feel like everyone means well but i hope this can help#like... objectively having that level of hallucinations isn't 'normal'#but normal doesn't matter#your comfort and safety do matter
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cinnamon - November 27 - wolfstar - microprompt challenge - word count: 273
"It's not Moony," Sirius insisted for the thousandth time that day, looking around the path nervously to make sure nobody heard. "Drop it, Prongs, I'm-" he cut himself off, sighing. "Just drop it."
Smirking at the joke neither of them told, James just plowed right on, stumbling a bit in the snow. "Sirius, for a smart bloke, you're so thick. It is Remus. And the sooner you admit it to yourself, the sooner you two can fall into sweet, gay love together!"
Blushing crimson, Sirius looked around again, making sure nobody was listening. "Three things," he said, holding up three fingers. "One. I don't love Moony-"
"Sure, sure."
"Two," Sirius continued, frowning, as they entered the outskirts of Hogsmeade, "Remus doesn't love me. And three," he said this quickly so James didn't interrupt again, "what about the cinnamon?"
"Cinnamon?" James asked, leading the way towards the Three Broomsticks.
"I didn't just smell chocolate and the Forest. I smelled cinnamon," Sirius nodded.
But before they could continue their conversation, they saw Remus and Peter in the window of the bar, and found themselves hurrying inside to meet their friends. The subject was dropped until they ordered drinks. Sirius, James, and Peter all ordered a normal butterbeer, but when Remus went, he said, "Can I have some cinnamon on mine?"
Immediately, James exclaimed, "Cinnamon, you say?" eyeing Sirius as he spoke. Sirius, however, just looked down, feeling himself go red again.
"Yeah," Remus shrugged obliviously, paying the person at the counter. "I've become a bit obsessed with it lately."
"Oh," James said casually, but he was grinning ear-to-ear, nudging Sirius roughly. "Interesting."
Well shit. That explained the cinnamon, then.
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ELABORATE ON OBSESSED!WORSHIP THE GROUND YOU WALK ON!HOUSEHUSBAND JAKE PLEASE!!!!!! MY MIND IS GONNA EXPLODE â byeol
i'll be the husband jake plug no worries. warnings: jake is suppppppppperrrrrrrr needy omg.
It's normal, natural to him to do these things.
You're so tired after a long day, he gets it. the days feel longer to him sometimes though, despite your tired feet and aching back. You're his wife, he needs you.
So what if he's unemployed? He's employed to you. Will do anything for you. everything for you. happily and willingly, with so much love in his eyes every single fucking time he hears that lock on the door click open.
Time to reiterate. He needs you.
It's been weeks. He gets it. Stress, big promotion you're going for or something. He can't say he cares too much lately due to the neglect he's been dealing with.
After all the cleaning, he massages you, bathes you, tucks you in, kisses you gently, and doesn't dare ask for more from you. After all, you're expected to do so much, from so many people. Not him. Not ever. Until now. He's a man. For three days now he's been trying to remind you. Trying all sorts of subtle tricks. Some blatant ones too. Generous groping that goes rejected. A few heavy makeouts dwindling to a pop kiss and a tired "goodnight." More subtle ones, where he simply tries to dress well for you, clean far better than usual, make your favorite foods. He knows it's not because you don't want him but...you're so stressed. He could kill two birds with one stone if you'd just... "Baby." He had said last night, sinking under the blankets and prying your legs apart. "Just rest, this is all i need." He continued, implying that he would be perfectly happy helping you relax with some bedtime head. You had closed your legs on him, pinching your brows together with the same stressed out face. All day today, his brows have been equally knitted together. Stressed. Fucking horny. Is it cringe for him to do this? Yes. Does he care? No. Fuck no. And so, you come home just like any other day to the smell of dinner. It's sweet smelling, which is an indication that your husband wants something. Never does he serve dessert for dinner, but tonight feels like a welcome change because everything else just started not only feeling, but tasting too mundane. You were more surprised when you werent greeted by Jake at the door. He didn't take your things, or slide your jacket off of you. Which, that's fine. You don't need him to wait on you hand and foot. He just tends to like doing that for you anyway... You search in curiosity for him, following the sound of clanking pots and pans. The sound would give you a headache if it weren't for the image of him as you enter the kitchen. There he is. Hair pinned back with one of your headbands, apron on... only an apron. Cock lending quite a large tent as he turns to you. You know he's trying to smile genuinely, but you see a hint of pain behind his eyes. Desperate pain. Almost like he's begging you for something. Anything. And he is begging. Only when he drops to his knees and looks up at you with those eyes do you recognize how terribly you've been neglecting him. So much so that you didn't even let him eat you out, which wouldn't have expected anything on your part aside from an orgasm. This moment feels almost emasculating for him, you can imagine. Like you've deprived him of everything he needs from you in order to maintain order in this household. Arguably, you have deprived him. You can tell by how big his cock looks peeking from the hem of the apron, and those sad glassy eyes looking at you as if this is a last resort. "Baby, ple-" Jake starts to plead on the floor, the dessert he was cooking long forgotten. You're speechless at the image, finally feeling a tingle between your legs for the first time in months. You feel so apologetic alongside the tingle, realizing how much suffering he must have gone through to be doing this. After all, there's no way in hell you could have satiated this need within you without him. How he's managed to do it all this time is beyond you. ''Jake," You interrupt him, dropping your hands to his cheeks and tilting his face further up to you. "What do you need?" You see those glassy eyes become more tearful, probably from happiness by now. No words and no apologies need to be said at this moment. He sees your realization, and understands the lack of seeing to his needs to an extent. But this... this can't happen again. Nothing is to be said after that when Jake immediately goes for your pants, missing the taste of you so badly. He was right in knowing that even just the smell of you could satiate him. And it does, his cock heavy and leaking just from the sensation of the apron rubbing against him paired with the scent of your pussy that has been long neglected.
And he devours you, getting off at least twice there on the kitchen floor with his palm desperately working himself to each high. You could tell he didn't want you to feel like you needed to do anything for him but...let him. God, fuck, you feel so guilty.
So you make up for it. Right here, sliding down on him raw, letting the mess he's made of himself make a mess of you too.
"Baby, wait-" Jake chokes, working against his words by helping you slide down on him entirely. "Fuck, you're-"
"Shh." You sigh deeply, realizing how much you needed this too. "Just keep going," He does. Fucking you so desperately that you believe he cums in you at least twice from you adjusting alone, messing your thighs with sticky fluids, the kitchen floor, and himself. So much of it, you're so full of it already. Plan B isn't such a difficult thing to buy anyway. Especially after he chooses to keep fucking you, as if he worries he'll never get to do it again.
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nsfw (18+) cw : switch(sub leaning)!art donaldson, switch!fem!reader, art is a sensitive softie, dry humping, cumming in pants, mutual orgasms, fluff, porn with some plot
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"Did you have fun?"
Art's words sound out softly against the background hum of his car's engine. You rub your hands together between your thighs, trying (and failing) to properly warm them up after being in an ice rink for over an hour. You look to him from the passenger seat and smile at his slightly eager-to-please tone, your cheeks burning from the cold. You should have worn a scarf.
"Yeah," you hum, "I did.. I haven't been ice skating in forever, it's been years.."
He laughs softly and nods, almost sheepishly, "yeah, same.."
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It's the end of November, nearing the start of December, and tennis season is well over. Art still goes to the indoor courts pretty consistently, but he's decided to shift all of his focus to you now that he has the free time to spare.
The two of you met about a month and a half ago; he'd been rushing to meet Patrick at some restaurant near campus, and he had slammed right into you when he'd been looking down at his phone to text Pat back. Wide blue eyes met yours and his tender hands had come up instantly to steady you on your feet as he stuttered out at least five 'im so sorry's. Somewhere in between those apologies, he'd gotten ridiculously lost in your features. The way your lashes batted up at him, the soft smile on your lips, the way you chuckled at his idiotic carelessness.
And you had forgiven him pretty quickly, so that helped.
The whole thing was incredibly cliche; the both of you could see that now.
He'd gotten your number that day only because he had practically begged to get you a coffee sometime to make up for the whole ordeal. His wind-swept blonde curls and furrowed brow made him look just like a dumb little puppy, pleading with you to keep him and collar him, so it wasn't hard for you to rationalize giving him your digits then and there. He seemed genuinely sweet, unlike so many other guys at Stanford. You'd give it a shot.
Seven dates later, and you two were officially toeing the line between "what are we?" and "let's move in together". Art, in particular, was completely infatuated. He would always look at you like you were the only reason he was breathing and moving. It was a little bit insane how hard and fast he fell for you.
And so he resisted the urges.
The ones that would coil in his lower stomach when he held your hand, and the ones that would throb in his veins when he pressed his lips to yours. All of them. He'd move at your pace. He wasn't one to push.
-
You nod and smile, before you pull your clasped hands from your lap and attempt to blow hot air in between them. Art's car was taking longer to warm up than normal.
He watches you for a moment before he shakes his head and tugs his hands out of his coat pockets.
"I told you to bring gloves," he jokes lightly, reaching over to envelop your hands in his warm palms, his calloused fingers curling over yours.
Your face heats slightly, and you chuckle as you look down to his grasp on you. After a long beat, your eyes raise to look up to his again, and he swallows thickly before his left thumb strokes over one of your knuckles. The little touch, the gesture, is so him. Always wanting to provide and comfort, but never wanting to risk shaking the foundation.
Heâs never made the first move, it was always you.
"Thanks," you breathe out, your gaze darting just momentarily down to his pink lips.
It's hard for you to ignore the way he quickly wets them while the tense silence hangs in the air.
Art's feeling a steady thrum of tightness in his chest. How is it that he still gets nervous around you? He's kissed you lots of times before now.
And yet, here he was: still shy, still tense, still nervous.
"No problem," he whispers, hearing his heartbeat pound in his ears, "is.. is this better..?"
A gentle nod from you is all he perceives before he feels the warmth of your lips press against his own, and the tension thatâs been brewing all evening finally reaches its boiling point.
He melts into it instantly, into you; leaning in to breathe into your open mouth when you pull back for just a moment to tilt your head the other way. His hands leave their position around yours, and move to clutch your waist as he pivots in the driver's seat to face you more. He's never felt so on-edge in his entire life, the sensation of a familiar sort of hunger starting to ignite in his belly.
Your touch moves to the back of his head, pulling off his thick beanie and tossing it to the back of the vehicle as you kiss him with rapidly increasing passion. You feel his tongue slip out to lick over your bottom lip, and you slack your jaw to let him taste you better. He laves his soft tongue over yours, moaning into your mouth. You swallow that noise down, and the next one that comes right after; just like you always do.
He tastes faintly like sweet peppermint gum, which he had been anxiously chewing earlier on this particular date in order to self-soothe. You had just looked so pretty with the cold first nipping at your skin when he came to pick you up; it scrambled his brain on the spot.
"Ahh," he whines shakily as he feels you tug his head back, your left hand tenderly fisting his curls, "hngh.."
You hum and smirk before you lean in to lick over his neck. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop any more needy sounds from spilling out, and his hands pull at the sides of your coat. Shit, he can feel himself swelling in his jeans. For a second he thinks the zipper might pop.
Once your tongue finds his weak-spot, right below his ear, he's jerking forward in his seat and letting out a choked moan. His hips rise desperately, trying to seek out some sort of friction, but all he can feel is his cock rubbing against the inside of his briefs â not nearly enough to put out the fire in his gut.
"You okay?" you breathe out lowly between kisses to his pulse, "this okay?
He nods feverishly. A reflexive buck of his pelvis follows suit.
"Can we... I dont know-" you whisper against his skin, and Art thinks he might die. He's so keyed up right now, he'd do anything to get to feel you under all of the layers.
"Please."
And there it is. He couldn't even stop himself before the word was already out and drifting into the minimal space left in between your bodies. You pause your lips and pull back to look to his eyes.
A hand moves from his hair to his cool cheek. "I- I'm ready to do more... If you are too, I mean.."
He's nodding before you even finish; and his pupils dilate into big, black, iris-eclipsing saucers as his brows pinch up and he whispers back to you.
"I want to touch you," he trembles, "I really, really, really wanna touch you..."
You feel a sticky heat cling to the inside of your panties.
Ugh, he's always good at making you feel this way, even if in the past it was relatively unintentional. Sometimes he's been too innocent for his own good.
"Can I?" he whispers, breaking apart your thoughts, like the very syllables have been beaten out of the depths of his desires.
You let out soft sigh through parted lips, taking in the look on his face before you're crawling over the center console and into his lap. Your body settles comfortably over his thighs, and then your head bumps up against the roof of the car. You make a slight noise of surprise, ducking down with a soft giggle, and Art's right hand instinctively raises to protectively cup the spot on your head that had hit the interior. He looks up at you, letting out a breath of a laugh before lifting his brows to wordlessly ask if you're alright.
You kiss him again instead.
He gasps and swallows as he feels you further straddle him, and his hands move to start unzipping your puffer as he kisses you back. It's easier said than done when his hands are shaking, but he manages and then helps you shrug off the coat before it gets tossed into the oblivion to meet his hat from earlier.
A string of spit connects your mouth to his as you pull back, and he drinks in the sight of you above him; your thermal long-sleeve clinging to your skin so tight that he can see the outline of your bra underneath.
You lean in once more and kiss his jaw twice before letting your hands wander down to help him take off his own jacket. Once it's off and on the car floor with the other pieces of discarded clothing, your palms move up under his shirt to caress his bare skin. You feel his abdomen shudder as your nails graze the pale flesh there.
"Where do you want me?" he asks breathlessly, his eyes already glazed over with arousal and a wish to please you.
"Anywhere.."
".. Here..?"
His hands reach up to palm your breasts over your top, and he relishes in the soft moan it elicits from you. The sound of it rings out in his head and then he can't help but whimper as he leans into your body, his cheek to your jaw. Art's hands slither hastily under your shirt and then to your back before he fumbles with the clasp of your bra. You smirk softly and fondly as you feel him struggle, and you decide to maneuver your touch up to the back of his neck. Your fingertips tease the back of his hair. Teasing turns to stroking, and suddenly you're petting him to ease his nerves. If he had a tail, it'd definitely be wagging; you can feel him buzzing with eager energy all over.
Once the bra is popped open, he gently pulls back to look up to your eyes and then he's huskily whispering up at you, "can I take this off of you?"
"Yeah, take it off-"
He doesn't waste a second once he sees you raising your arms, nearly tearing the top in the process of getting it up and over your head. The bra comes off quick right after; he doesn't even notice that it's red (his favorite color). With how much is going through his head, it's a miracle he can even manage to undress you without losing it...
The moment that you're bare in front of him from the belly-button up, he sags back in his seat and takes you in. His lips parted in a gentle 'O'. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he moans lowly, his palms pressing to your lower stomach before they slide up and cover your soft tits, "you're so beautiful, oh my god.."
You moan when you feel him start to knead your breasts under his tender touch, nipples pebbling in response, and you roll your head back with pleasure.
"You're.. s-so sweet," you groan.
He squeezes your chest again before he leans in and presses a kiss to the right side, and a kiss to the left (it's only fair). He looks up to you through heavy lids before he surges forward with a renewed sense of passion and attaches his lips to one of your nipples.
"Shit-!" you gasp, and your hands tighten in his blonde locks, "ugh, don't stop, Art.. that feels nice.."
He moans around your squishy flesh and then his eyes flutter shut as he flicks his tongue over your bud and suckles. His mouth is warm and wet and perfect. His teeth brisk your sensitive skin.
A sharp moan slips from your lips in response, and then your hips jerk over his quickly. Just once; just enough. It's denim on denim, thick fabric dulling the sensations, but god- the pleasure bites perfectly at the both of you.
Art can barely process how good it feels before he's drooling around you over his tongue and rolling his own body up, trying to meet yours again. Wordlessly begging you to keep going.
Please, please, please do it again.
You breathe heavily and then rock down over his lap again, chasing the stream of electricity that it sends up your spine from your cunt. There's a mess of slick seeping from you as you push your clothed clit against Art's bulge, humping him like some sort of depraved teenager, but it's going to get you there.
Hell, it's getting you there quicker than you thought.
"Ooh, fuck," he hiccups out against your skin, releasing your breast from his mouth as his eyes fly open and then promptly roll back into his head, "ohh god, oh g-god.."
You rock a bit faster over him, a little moan escaping with each needy motion, and you move your hands to hold his shoulders for leverage. You feel him wrap his toned arms around your middle.
"Sh-Should I move too?" he gasps.
You can feel his thighs quivering.
If you really focus, you can even feel his dick throbbing in the confines of his pants.
"Yeah, ohh, yeah.. yeah, move, move.â
In an instant, Art's hips are grinding up to meet yours while his hands move urgently to hold your waist. He buries his face into your neck and tries to bounce you on his lap in his grasp. Up, down, up, down, over and over and over. Like heâs fucking you; buried deep inside your oozing pussy.
"you feel so good," he breathes out, hardly taking enough air into his lungs to get the words out, "this feels... f-feels so good.. ohhh-"
A few stuttered whines slip from your mouth and then you're working harder to press yourself further down over his erection, trying your best to relieve the scorching heat building in your core. More, more, more, you just need more.
"fuck me..!"
It tumbles from you unexpectedly, and the young man under you chokes on a guttural groan that's already halfway out. His nose crinkles with pleasure, and he swivels his hips harder to rub his boner against your crotch. He tries to speak, he really does, but all of the words get swept away on broken, strung-out whimpers that clog his throat.
You two are fogging up all four windows in his car, and anyone who's looking on from the outside will know exactly what's going on just from the shaking alone.
"Shit, you're gonna make meââ
Art cries out as he digs his heels down into the mat below the pedals; his toes curling as he registers the rapid feeling of boiling tension brewing in his balls, seeping out and pulling his limbs taut against yours. He's so close.
"âyou're gonna- 'm gonna comeââ
He tries to warn you, shuddering when he hears you squeal in response, and he has to force his eyes open and crane his neck back so that he can savor the sight of you falling apart on top of him when he tips over. A small part of him wishes he was being hugged by your tight, gummy walls; but this was perfect for now. It was what you wanted, so it was what he wanted too.
"Fuck, Art! I'm almostâ!"
The sound of his name coming out of you like that sends him spiraling, his cock pulsing in his boxers with want.
"Me too, me too, oh god, pleasepleaseplease-"
You two are rutting and thrashing against each other like a couple of animals, breathing heavy and moaning as you both try to maintain eye contact in those split few seconds before everything fades away.
"Can I come?" he trembles, and you can see wetness glistening over his lash line, threatening to spill. He canât say it now, but he's barely holding it all in.
For you, he'd wait.
Even if it felt impossible.
You speed up your humping, the seam of your jeans slotting perfectly against your swollen clit as the warmth of his cock sends you hurtling towards the finish line. You nod down at him, moving your hands from his shoulders to his flushed face, "yes, god, please come with me!"
It only takes three more snaps of his pelvis against yours before the both of you are gasping and crying out simultaneously as the hot coils burst loose; Art's back arching up from the seat as you curl over his chest and yelp. He's moaning, voice cracks and all, as his legs shudder under your seat over them. His hands fly up to hold you close, almost like he's scared you'll somehow slip away.
"fuckyesfuckyesfuckyes, please, god, i'm coming so hard..!â
He whimpers helpessly, feeling sticky heat bloom against his kicking length as each wave of his orgasm floods his system. It's wholly all-consuming, his vision whiting out around the edges before he has to squeeze his eyes shut and give up the sight of your face as you climax. He thinks he might legitimately pass out.
You're left wheezing over his lap, groaning pitifully as you feel a wave of slick and wetness drench your underwear while the height of your own peak ebbs, and you finish yourself off fully against his thigh as you come down. One of your hands reaches down to rub yourself over the soaked fabric, and you twitch before falling forward into his frame.
You both jolt a bit while the aftershocks keep you feeling pleasantly numb, but it's blissful.
It's completely and utterly blissful; it just feels right.
Him being so close to you, you being so close to him. Sharing something so deeply intimate and yet feeling so comfortable and so safeâ it was like something clicked into place.
One of Art's hands reaches to your upper back, rubbing it comfortingly as he tries to steady his breathing.
".. Woah," he whispers in awe, fingertips tracing soothing patterns on your skin, "that was.. really.. haah.."
A little shiver passes through him and he then decides to cut himself off before he lets slip something dumb and ruins everything.
You gain some semblance of consciousness back and lift your head upright slowly, gazing down to him. His hairâs a mess, his blue eyes shining with low lids, and his bottom lip looks freshly bitten.
"That was really good," you chuckle breathily, finishing his sentiment for him. You were good at that- helping him feel whole.
He just nods and you get to watch his cheeks turn a deeper shade of red.
"I... I was thinking.." he starts, only to shy away from your gaze by looking down.
"Yeah..?"
You stroke his hair, pushing it back from his sweaty forehead.
"Well, I just, we've been, like, 'seeing each other' or whatever," his eyes reluctantly raise again to look up into yours, "and, I just thought that.. we might..."
"We might...?" you smile as you urge him to speak up for himself.
He can only muster a soft, shy chuckle at first.
"I just thought that we might be.. together.."
Your breathing catches, only for a moment, as the wordâand the weight of itâsits heavily in the dense air being kept trapped in by the car's doors. Art swallows thickly.
"You wanna be together?" you whisper, barely audible.
He seems hesitant to answer that.
But he does anyway.
"Yeah, I do."
A soft smile creeps onto your face, and then you lean in to brush your lips against his. He closes his eyes in preparation for a kiss, but it doesn't quite come. They flutter back open, and his fingers twitch idly on your lower back.
Please say something, he thinks. He's holding his breath.
You murmur against his mouth, delicate and earnest, with a shrug almost gracing your shoulders as you speak to him. You want to let him know that he doesn't have to be scared to tell you what he wants.
That it's okay.
That you want the same thing.
"Okay.. then let's be 'together'.."
#đ©· - thirsts#fic#this was meant to be a drabble#but its basically a full fic whoops#im trying to get back into writing full pieces instead of short ones#also i never know exactly how to end fics like this lol#reader and art are just cheesy !#let them be cringe#art donaldson smut#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson x you#art donaldson x female reader#challengers smut#challengers x reader
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Holy Ground - Chapter 5
Summary:
Nobody knew that Azriel found his mate. Until she nearly died. This is the aftermath.
Warning:
Rhys Bashing (as usual), Inner Circle Bashing (kinda), Referenced/Implied Sexual Assault, Referenced/Implied Domestic Violence, Discussion of Religion(?), Chronic Injury/Pain/Illness, Minor Character Death (It's probably nobody you love), Magical Work Accidents, Explosions, Injuries
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.
âYou want to talk about it?â Her mate asked her flatly and Mor couldnât help but grimace.
"No," Mor said simply, her tone clipped. She had been hoping to avoid this conversation, but it seemed as though Emerie was not willing to let her off that easily. "There's nothing to talk about."
Her mate just snorted. âYeah, absolutely nothing,â she said sarcastically. âHow about the fact that the male that spend 500 years being in love with you, met his mate 2 years ago and hasnât said a single thing about it to any member of his family?â
"What do you want me to say, Em?" she asked with a sigh.
At the startâŠbefore Nesta had forced her to actually confront what she was feelingâŠBefore she actually thought about the fact, that noâŠit wasnât actually funny for Azriel to keep their mate from themâŠand it also wasnât normal for him. Of course, Azriel liked his privacy, it was something that he fiercely guarded, but he was alsoâŠhe wouldnât have actually hidden away his mate from his family. He would have introduced her, would have invited her to birthdays and Winter Solstice and StarfallâŠ
But he hadnât.Â
He had rather hidden away every trace of that relationship than actually talk to any of them about it.Â
âNesta told me that she laid into you,â Emerie said with a shrug. âYou did use Azriel, you know that, Mor.â
Mor's expression hardened at Emerie's words.Â
Emerie was right. She had used him.Â
Of course, at the timeâŠshe had been desperate, afraid of the feelings that she had been havingâŠwilling to hide them⊠but the way she had gone about it hadnât beenâŠIt hadnât been fair.Â
She just didnât like to reflect on that.Â
"It doesn't matter now, Em," she said flatly. "It's in the past."
âIs it?â Emerie asked, sharply. âYou never tried to actually talk to Azriel about it. You just expected him to be alright with it. Alright with us,â she continued. âHe has never once been anything but polite to me, but quite frankly he would have had every right to be pissed off.â
Mor just so managed not to grimace.Â
Not a single word. Not a single gesture. Nothing but politeness and kindness had come from Azriel after her and Emerieâs mating bond had snapped. Nothing.Â
"You don't think I know that? You don't think I'm racked with guilt every damn day?" she asked her mate, turning away from from Emerie, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "I know that I hurt him, Em. I know that I used him. But what do you want me to do about it now? It's in the past, it's done. I can't change it."
Emerie was silent for a moment, her expression softening slightly. "You can apologize," she said softly. "You can try to mend what you broke. And maybe, just maybe, he'll forgive you."
Mor let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. "Apologize? For what?" she asked, her voice dripping with self-mockery. "For using him? For making him think he had a chance with me when he never did? For breaking his heart when I knew damn well how he felt about me?"
Emerie's expression hardened again. "Yes," she said firmly. "For all of those things. Because at the end of the day, Mor, you used him. And he deserves better than that."
Mor's shoulders slumped, the fight leaving her all at once. She knew that Emerie was right. She knew that she had been selfish, that she had hurt Azriel in a way that could never be undone. But the thought of facing him, of admitting her mistakes and opening herself up to the pain and rejection that surely awaited herâŠit was terrifying.
âI imagine he had a few very good reasons to keep Irena a secret from all of us,â Emerie said softly. âRegardless of what feelings he once harboured for youâŠhe was always your friend, Mor. And he kept his mate a secret from you.â
Mor sighed, her shoulders slumped. "I know," she said softly. "I know. I thought it was jsut Az being Az but itâs not, is it?â
Emerie reached out, placing a gentle hand on Mor's arm. "No," she said softly. "It's not. It's him protecting something that he loves. And I don't blame him for that."
***
âAre you hungry?â Azriel asked his mate softly.
Madja had checked on her the evening beforeâŠhad told her to keep off her leg for a few days and plied her with more potions, bandages the bruises again⊠given her more sleeping draught. It hasnât stopped Irena from waking up twice with nightmares.
"No," Irena said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't have much of an appetite." She looked pale, her eyes dull and lacking their usual sparkle. It was clear that she hadn't slept well, and his heart ached at the sight of her discomfort.
Shock had dissipated and left his mateâŠgrieving and sad and Azriel curled himself tighter around her.
He could feel the weight of her sadness and grief, and it broke his heart to see her this way. He wrapped his arms tighter around her, holding her close and hoping to offer some comfort and support.
âYou need to eat something, love,â he insisted softly. âWhatever you want.âÂ
He really didnât care if all she had in her stomach were her favourite cookies, at least that would be something.Â
Irena shook her head, burying her face in his chest. "I don't want anything," she said, her voice muffled against his shirt. "Just...just stay here with me."
Azriel's heart tugged at her words, and he pulled her even closer, cradling her against him. "Of course," he whispered, his lips brushing the top of her head. "I'm not going anywhere, love,â he promised her fiercely. âBut you still need to eat something,â he whispered. âHow about the shadows get you one of those blueberry pastries you like?â
Irena sighed, snuggling deeper into his embrace. "Alright," she said softly. "I do love those pastries." She looked up at him, her eyes still dull but a small hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
He didnât even need to order the shadows to do anything, they had one of her favourite blueberry pastries on a plate on the bed side table in a breath. *Please tell me you left the money,* he told them mentally.
The shadows seemed almost indignant. *Of course we left it. Do you think we're thieves?* Azriel smiled at their tone."
"Of course not," he said aloud, reaching for the pastry and offering it to Irena. "You're just very efficient." The shadows swirled around him almost smugly at the praise, and he shook his head with a chuckle.
âThank you,â Irena thanked them softly. The shadows preened.
Azriel chuckled again, watching as the shadows swirled around Irena, as if basking in her gratitude. It was cute how they seemed almost puppy-like in their desire for her attention.Â
He was amazed, as always, by how much the shadows adored her.
He had never expected them to warm up to anyone else, especially not as quickly as they had to his mate.Â
SuddenlyâŠas soon as he had properly introduced his shadows to herâŠas soon as it was clear that she wasnât going to start flinching away from them or from him if they showed up to badger herâŠas soon as that was clear, they had started to dote on her. Seemingly so pleased that there was another person that wasnât scared off them.Â
The shadows and Irena had formed a bond that defied explanation, and it made Azriel so happy to see the two things he cherished most in the world getting along so well.
(Even if he sometimes got jealous that the shadows never had doted on him like they did on Irena. He got porridge for breakfast but Irena got the ridiculous expensive pastries from the newest high end bakery. Irena got bubble bath, while he only got salt dumped into his bath water and got told that it was good for his muscles.)Â
He watched as the shadows swirled around Irena, nuzzling against her like cats seeking affection. Irena laughed softly as they tickled at her ears and played with her hair.
He knew that his shadows were often feared and misunderstood, but with Irena they were playful and affectionate. It was like she had unlocked a whole new side of them, and he couldn't help but smile at the sight of them interacting so sweetly with her.
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "I never thought I'd see the day when my shadows would be so smitten," he teased, his lips curving into a small smile. "I should be jealous, but I can't help but find it adorable."
Irena laughed, her eyes sparkling for the first time that day. "They're so sweet," she said, reaching up to brush her fingers through the shadows that surrounded her. "It's like they're a different side of you."
Azriel chuckled, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "I guess they are a part of me, in a way," he said. "And they seem to have a mind of their own, especially when it comes to you." He watched as the shadows nuzzled against her cheek, almost vying for her attention.
"They're quite taken with you," he said with a grin. "I don't blame them. Still, it's strange to see them so affectionate towards someone else." He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
"But it makes me happy to see them like this," he said softly, his fingers lingering against her cheek. "It's like you're bringing out a side of them that I never knew existed. And it's a beautiful thing to witness." He leaned in, pressing another soft kiss to her forehead. "Just like you."
There was a knock at the door.
*The High Lord and the Ancient One,* the shadows offered. *And the healer.*
*Iâll deal with them,* Azriel said with a snort.
âFinish your breakfast, alright?â he told Irena softly as he slid out of the bed. Irena nodded, a small smile on her face.Â
"Thank you," she said softly, watching as he got up to answer the door.
âMadja,â he greeted the healer drily. âIrena just had breakfast. The bruises are already lightening,â he reported.
Madja nodded, her expression softening slightly. "Good," she said. "Keep an eye on her for the next couple of days, make sure she takes it easy. The leg needs to heal properly." He opened the door further, letting Madja slip in, and could just hear, "How are you feeling, my dear?" From Madja and Irenaâs soft answer.
Which meant that Azriel turned towards his brother. âWhat do you want?â He demanded from Rhys, his voice sharp.Â
Rhys held his hands up in surrender. "Calm down, Az," he said, his voice low. "I just wanted to check on Irena. Amren looked at the spellbook that Merrill was using,â Rhys explained.
âAnd?â Azriel asked flatly.
Did it actually matter? Merrill had been stupid and arrogant and a thousand other things. The spell didnât seem to have done anything to IrenaâŠher injuries had been thanks to the debris that had resulted in the spell going absolutely haywire, killing Merrill and seemingly exploding her office.Â
âIt was written in a language I do not know, but the best match is ancient Illyrian,â Amren gave back drily.Â
Azriel's expression darkened at Amren's words. "Ancient Illyrian?" he repeated, his mind racing. "That can't be good."
Not at all. He didnât even want to think about what his ancestors had come up with.Â
"It seems to be a very old dialect," Rhys explained. "One that hasn't been spoken or written in centuries. It'll take some time to decipher it, but we're working onâŠâ
âIt seems to be a healing spell. Probably used in childbirth,â Amren cut him off. âWhen it didnât find a pregnant female to latch onto, it redoubled back onto Merrill.â
"So Merrill's own spell backfired on her," Azriel mused. "And Irena got caught in the crossfire." He rubbed a hand over his face. âHas the spell done anything to Irena?â He demanded.
âMadja didnât think so,â Rhys said carefully. âI wanted to check on Irena if thatâs alright with you.â
He crossed his arms, not willing to entertain that even for a moment.Â
âNo,â he said flatly.Â
âLet him in, Azriel,â his mate said softly, and he turned towards her, staring at Irena.Â
The shadows were already dragging a fur around her shoulders, fluffing the pillows behind her, as Madja bandaged her leg.
Irena met his gaze, raising an eyebrow at him.Â
He didnât want Rhys anywhere near her, Azriel was certain of that. And stillâŠan stillâŠ
âFine,â Azriel growled, stepping aside to let Rhys through. "Don't overstay your welcome," he warned Rhys.Â
Rhys nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips at Azriel's protectiveness. He clapped a hand on Azriel's shoulder reassuringly. "I won't stay long," he reassured his brother. "I just want to make sure she's alright."
Amren rolled her eyes, but for once didnât say another word as Azriel closed the door.Â
âHigh Lord,â Irena greeted Rhys, every inch the perfect lady even while she was laid up in her bed.
Rhys inclined his head, smiling gently at Irena, while Azriel already crossed the room to sit at her bedside, taking her hand in both of his. She reassuringly squeezed it.Â
"How are you feeling?" Rhys asked her.Â
Irena gave him a small smile, shrugging her shoulders a little. "I've been better," she admitted. "But I'm healing, I suppose." She gestured to the leg, Madja was bandaging once again. "Madja says I'll be good as new in a few days. And Iâve had worse,â she added flatly.
Rhys chuckled softly, his eyes softening with concern. "I don't doubt it," he said. "But still, it must have been quite a harrowing experience." He paused for a moment, looking at her intently. "I wanted to speak to you about what happened," he said gently. "If you feel up to it, of course."
Irena nodded, steeling herself for whatever questions Rhys might have. "Go ahead," she said quietly.
"I just wanted to ask you about what you saw when the spell hit you," Rhys said carefully. "Do you remember anything after the initial blast? Could you show me?â
âNo.â Azriel snapped. âYou are not going read her mind, Rhysand.â Not in a million years.Â
He nearly bared his teeth at his High Lord in annoyance, already regretting letting him into their room.Â
Irena was healing.
Rhys held up his hands in surrender, his eyes flickering to Azriel for a moment. "I wasn't going to do anything without her permission, brother," he assured him calmly.
âItâs alright,â Irena agreed with him. âItâs fine, Azriel,â she assured him softly. Azriel tensed for a moment, torn between wanting to protect her and respecting her wishes. "I want to do this." She turned her attention back to Rhys. "Go ahead."
Rhys nodded, his expression serious. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low. "It might be difficult to recall the memories, but I need you to try."
Irena just inclined her head. "I'm sure," she said firmly. "Just...just go ahead."
Azriel watched, holding her hand tightly. Rhys was well trained at using his daemati abilities, but that didnât mean thatâŠ
A moment later a soft shudder run through his mate, and Azriel growled.Â
âThank you, Irena,â Rhys said quickly, clearly already withdrawing from her mind.
âWhat kind of spell was it?â Itena asked her voice hoarse.Â
Rhys sighed, "The spellbook was written in some kin of ancient language, we think some dialect of Illyrian. The spell itself was healing spell, probably used for childbirth," he explained. "The magic was searching for a pregnant female to latch onto, but when it couldnât find one, it became more volatile," he said, his expression grave. "And that's when it found you, Irena. It was a complete accident, but the effects were still devastating."
âDid it doâŠanything to me?â Irena asked Madja quietly.
Madja looked up from the bandages she was applying to Irena's leg, her expression softening as she took in Irena's worried expression.
Madja studied her for a moment, her eyes flickering over the various scrapes and bruises on Irena's body. "Not as far as I can tell,â Madja said finally. "You're healing nicely, and there are no lasting effects to your body that I can see.â
It was something. It was reassuring to know that her physical injuries were being healed, and that there were no lasting effects.
Azriel squeezed Irena's hand, relief flooding through him at Madja's words.Â
It was good. Some form of healing being foundâŠ
And the last thing Azriel had expected, where Irenaâs next words, as she addressed Rhysand.Â
âIâll hand over my duties to Madja, as soon as I can,â Irena said softly. âI am aware that after what happened I am no longer suitable to make any more research involved decisions. I take full responsibility for what happened.â
Her voice was even, measured. Calm.Â
Even when he could see the storm in her eyesâŠeven when he could seeâŠ
She loved her job. He knew that she loved her job. She adored it in fact. And she excelled in it too. Irena seeme to be made for her job in the House of Wind. And to hear her contemplating giving it all up, just because of an accident that hadnât been her fault at allâŠ
Azriel opened his mouth to protest but Rhys spoke before he could say anything. "That won't be necessary," Rhys said firmly. "Irena, what happened was a complete accident. You had no control over what happened, and we all know that." He shook his head, his expression serious. "You can't blame yourself for what happened."
Rhys leaned forward slightly, his gaze intent on Irena. "If anyone is to blame, it's Merrill," he said softly. "She was the one who was messing with magic beyond her understanding, she didnât follow your orders and she was the one who unleashed that spell. You were just an innocent bystander in all of this."
He paused, looking between Azriel and Irena, his expression softening. "We will need to take precautions going forward, so nothing like that can ever happen again." he said carefully. "But we can figure that out together. And you do not need to give up your duties, Irena. We need you."
Irena looked down at the blankets in her lap, her fingers fiddling with a loose thread. "But what if something like this does happen again?" she asked softly.
Rhys shook his head, his expression firm. "It won't," he said, his voice filled with conviction. âNone of what happened was your fault,â Rhys repeated firmly.
Azriel nodded in agreement, his grip on Irena's hand tightening. "He's right," he said gruffly. "You didn't do anything wrong. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, love. This is on Merrill, not on you. "
âAnd you canât quit because otherwise weâll all drown under paperwork. Well, more than we already do,â Rhys said with a sigh.
Irena chuckled softly, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. "Well, I suppose I can't let that happen," she said wryly. "I canât let the high Lord deal with even more paperwork, can I?â she said drily.
Rhys moved to stand but then he suddenly froze. âYou have been doing this on purpose,â he suddenly said, staring at her.
âDoing what?â Irena asked, cocking the head to the side. âMake sure that the library generates plenty of paperwork that needs the High Lordâs personal attention?âRhys stared at her for a moment, his expression a mixture of surprise and awe.Â
"You really are quite devious, arenât you?" he said with a small laugh. "I never would have thought youâd be using your job specifically to ensure that I spend even more time doing paperwork."
âI donât.â Irena said flatly. âIt was petty revenge.â
Rhys chuckled, shaking his head. "Petty revenge?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. "What on earth did I do to deserve such punishment?"
Irena just stared at him for a moment. âMaybe you should think a bout how you have been treating my mate.â
What?Â
Azriel had had no clue thatâŠ
Azriel hadnât known about that. Hadnât had the faintest inkling.Â
Irena had been making sure that Rhys had more paperwork to go through?!
Rhys looked at him for a moment before sighing, rubbing a hand over his face. "I suppose I deserved that one," he admitted.Â
Azriel just grunted, his expression flat. "You deserved a lot more than that," he muttered. But there was no real anger in his voice. He was too tired for anger at Rhys. All he cared about right now was Irena.Â
âYou really are a perfect match,â Rhys said with some amusement. âAnd I do owe Azriel an apology,â he said simply. "Iâve been harsh on you, Azriel. And I havenât been fair. Iâve been treating you like a tool, instead of like a brother, and I owe you an apology for that.â
Azriel was taken aback by Rhys's words. He had grown used to the way Rhys treated him - as a weapon first, and a brother second. Hearing Rhys acknowledge his mistakes wasâŠcertainly unexpected, and it left him feeling a little off-balance.
He paused for a moment, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how to respond. Finally he looked up at Rhys, his expression serious. "Thank you," he said quietly. "I appreciate the apology."
Rhys nodded, his expression sincere. "I mean it," he said quietly. "I'll do better moving forward."
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