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What's the backstory behind those cool OCs?
Thank you so much for asking about them! There's quite a bit of backstory to them, but I'd love to try and paint a decent picture, especially for Kultober. MĂ©rie and Luc are my original characters from a ttrpg called Kult: Divinity Lost. Their story spans over 30 years, so there is what was and what is.Â
CW: violence, blood and injury, mentions of suicide, cults, death
30 years ago, MĂ©rie was an undergraduate when she met Luc. They found instant companionship within one another, intrigued by each other's ideas on the strange, the grotesque, the taboo, and the undercurrent of those themes within art. What defined and defied the boundaries of *art*. How the evocative power contained within such works, extends beyond the lifetime of the artist, bringing the creator triumph over death, through visceral reaction of the viewer. They found them fascinating concepts in their youth, when loss was still a distant, faceless motif.Â
They fell in love, romantically and intellectually, and eventually eloped. They had a saying between one another, their own form of âI love youâ. Je respire pour toi = I breathe for you. The lungs a symbol of their love, instead of the heart. Animus: the soul, the intelligence, the inner self in touch with the unconscious, rooted from the word anima, âto breatheâ. This is what it meant to breathe for one another. It was to share the deepest parts of their being with each other, through conversation, through passion, through dilemma. They could always listen to the other breath, watch the rise and fall of their chest, and find themselves in tune with the motion.Â
They moved in with each other as MĂ©rie continued into her graduate program. She decided to base her thesis off of the late Gui Vacquelin, an artist known for his progressively darker and nihilistic works -- his final pieces, a triptych, being completed only moments before he violently gouged his own eyes out with the brush, effectively taking his own life. MĂ©rie was fascinated with the concepts he applied into his work and the effective immortality he granted himself in history through his final act.Â
Luc was involved with a peculiar group of individuals, which he eventually introduced MĂ©rie into. They were eccentric, lavish, hedonistic, and debaucherous. This society could pluck the strings only the wealthiest had hands for. They shared the common interest in the dark and disturbed, and often hosted opulent, yet secretive parties centered around such themes, with exclusive access to rare collections and performances for the eve. And there was apparently a deeper layer to unpeel, more powerful secrets. MĂ©rie was allowed on the fringes of this odd group and in time, managed to prove herself of similar enough ilk that she was invited to be initiated as a full member of the society. And as a highlight, Gui Vacquelinâs famed final triptych was to be the evening's display.Â
MĂ©rie was ecstatic at the prospect, the access to the works, the connections, the secrets. It was thrilling to be in the presence of the works, to see them in the flesh. Her initiation would involve receiving a dagger, having it choose her. The excitement of the evening quickly turned to horror, as MĂ©rie and Luc were descended upon by the members of the society, revealed in actuality to be a cult. A multitude of familiar faces turned cruel. The initiation was a ruse for a ritual to Togarini, the god of dark art. In truth, Vacquelin had been a servant of the wretched god, his paintings being used as conduits to summon Togarini. The pair were torn from one another, subjected to witness as the cult attempted to transform MĂ©rie into a herald of Togarini.
What followed would only be stored in fragments within MĂ©rieâs mind, a series of sounds and images in a broken frame rate. She would remember pain, flashes of her own carnage, the secrets of her flesh exposed, the distant sound of screams. But due to unknown circumstances, the ritual âdidnât takeâ onto MĂ©rie. The cult instead turned upon Luc, to perfect him where she had failed. The sound of his voice breaking broke her as she tried to drag herself to where he was.
In the blink of a moment, all was silent. Time was no longer in fragments. MĂ©rie was standing in the middle of a street, alone in the cool night air, holding onto a dagger. She was utterly disheveled â clothes torn, hair drenched, every muscle aching, covered in dirt and blood and ⊠without any apparent wounds on her body. Luc was nowhere to be seen. Blade in hand, she considered the worst. Something terrible. Something⊠unspeakable. She would neverâŠ.hurt him? Confused, terrified, obviously in shock, she returned to their flat to try and gather herself. Returning home was no refuge from the horror. He wasnât there. But neither were any fragments of him. Any notion of his former presence only formed an absence. Papers were missing, clothing, cigarettes, even coffee mugs. Empty spaces on the walls where pictures should be. Money had not been touched, nothing stolen. None of MĂ©rieâs belongings had been tampered with, though she noted a weight lifted from her left finger. Nothing legally binding could be located and all her identifications were painted with the shadow of her maiden name. Luc wasnât just missing, he had been erased from the world as a whole.
She would not see any members of the society again. Friends would never question about Luc. Therapy would declare that MĂ©rie had suffered an episode of stress induced psychosis, due to some trauma her mind had chosen to block and that she had created the figment of a man as some representation of comfort and potentially betrayal. She refused to believe the packaged explanation and feigned acceptance, choosing to pick up the fragments left of her former life, and continue on with her life, always holding her breath that some true answers would arrive. Time continued to pass. A month, a year, five, twenty five years. Eventually, she untensed and allowed the past to be a dream. Save for the dagger which she kept, close and secret. It was real and by some sense, made Luc real, though time made it more and more difficult to hold his appearance in her mind, a ghost that would haunt only her.
Until the events of an evening nearly thirty years later. MĂ©rie was working as a curator for the Cecil Thorne Art Centre. Wealthy patrons had chosen to put together a charity event in the form of a midnight showing titled, The Atrocity Exhibition, which for the first time would bring together the complete collection of Gui Vacquelinâs works. Apprehension? Terror? Anger? It would be difficult to describe what MĂ©rie felt when her director announced the project, but she was in no position to express these notions. However, the evening descended into even worse than what she had feared. The museum became a literal hell and MĂ©rie would find herself lost within some of the deepest reaches of that.
But amidst it all, through chaos and fog and fire, a hand grabbed her and ripped MĂ©rie forward through a war torn hellscape. The hand, the figure, the face. All that of Luc. Though his hair and beard had grown long, no age had touched his visage as time has brought to her own, She considered the possibility that she was dead to the world, if he was there. The chemical bursts of death come to bring penance or consequence. She allowed her composure to crack. After years of confusion, years of longing, years of surviving alone, she rushed to his arms, to his lips once they stopped running, in desperation to ground herself to them moment, to feel some sense of warmth, to solidify his existence after so long. As the glow of the reunion waned she recognizes two things: that she was still alive and that this man was not her husband, but an imposter, wearing his skin, twisting her with his voice, employing the coupleâs phrase as they shared a cigarette. To what end? How would he knowâŠ? An event came to expose this truth, leaving MĂ©rie with a choice: confrontation or continuation of the illusion. A tense pause exchanged between their eyes⊠and she decided to choose the latter.
Because the option was somehow less painful. Because she spent so long not even knowing if this person existed at all. That this man still represented some proof, trickery aside. And to give it all up again so soon? To deny herself what she had ached for? Rebuild stone walls that had only just crumbled? If this reflektor was to destroy her, kill her⊠she resigned herself to the idea. If itâs him, his face, perhaps there would be closure. Comfort in the end of this sorry story. Yet she overlooked that the price didnât have to be her life. It ends up being other peopleâs lives that are the toll for the imposterâs freedom. People she had a duty to protect. And she carries that loss moving forward. Knowing she brought this weapon into a space that was supposed to be safe because she let herself want too much. And that âit tookâ. She builds her walls higher than ever after the events. And yet and YET, if he returned to her again... she's not all sure she wouldn't crumble all over again. She wants to refuse that opportunity should it come.
Through the toil of erecting composure, she will stare at the ceiling every night and sees a familiar face, turned cruel. In her dreams, she sees the full events of what actually occurred the night she lost Luc. And again and again and again, she has to watch as she kills him. Itâs the only way to wake up. Bitterness replaces yearning. Defensiveness replaces trust. Paranoia closes around her throat. Even the memory of him bastardized by the swing between the charade and the truth.
What's to come of their story? That's for my DM to decide in our next campaign.... Â
Lokorumâs piece is a representation of MĂ©rieâs loss. Consistently revisiting the space where she last knew him. Heâs been gone now for more years than she was alive when she met him. Half her life, defined by before the loss. Another half defined by its aftermath. Sheâll come back here again and again trying to piece together what happened. Until she finally learns the truth and can never leave. If only she could forget after one last danceâŠ
Ptr-sqlointâs piece is a representation of the weight of shame that MĂ©rie carries. The mirror offers back a reflection of a reflection. She is confined in its frame. The imposter, a reflection of MĂ©rieâs desires, vices, weakness. He exposes them, points them out, makes her bare witness to them, the secrets that are not physical, twisting love into a vice. What is it that she breathes for? Be honest now, MĂ©rie.
#my ocs#mérie#luc#the imposter#kultober#kult rpg#role playing#thanks for the ask!#sorry that the answer is 1800 words!#i rotate these guys in my head daily#at centrifuge speed#and yes there are disco elysium references in the lungs as well as Mérie and Luc's last name: Vicquemare#though their personalities and dispositions are quite different from the source material reference#lungs are for love#lokorum#ptr-sqloint#i plan to release an interview style story of Mérie recounting the events of her past and the Atrocity Exhibition campaign#I've gotten Part One written out which covers the fragmented memories of the past#And am looking forward to writing Part Two covering the events of the Campaign and the imposter...
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had a funky asgardian dream last night lol
the premise was that loki fucked around and basically an amnesiac version of loki ended up back in time with so many holes in his memory but enough knowledge to be like "odin is my dad"
and odin looked at this kid and was like "aw he looks like hela, this tracks" and, importantly, does not know that loki is a frost giant and just assumes loki is his full blood kid lol
all that to say that loki and thor grow up with big brother!loki who is actually?? a good big brother?
rather than hide hela's existence, older loki makes odin nostalgic and he ends up telling them that hela is their big sister who was "lost to the war" or some bullshit, which most people assume to mean she died in the war, right?
older loki sees like, one picture of her, notes the similarities, and then for some weird reason feels profoundly uncomfortable so he decides not to unpack all that and just avoids mention of her lol. kid thor doesn't really care that much about her bc she's not in their lives so why should he? kid loki LOVES learning about her and actively seeks info about her out, mostly because he thinks a big sister would probably be better than two older brothers (he also is young enough that lost to the war means that he could probably find her, right?)
importantly, kid!Loki grows up very differently in this dream world. instead of being the weird outcast prince, everyone looks at him and is like "awww look he's like his big brother <3." he's also like, 8 so at the moment he is very much the baby of the family
anyway so the main plot of this dream was big Loki (imagine like a 19/20 year old) plus thor (like 12) and Loki (8ish) manage to find where Hela is sealed away. idk where they are or where the king and queen are, it's implied they're not in asgard right now and this was a Very Unplanned Field Trip that is giving older Loki an ulcer. They have to look at little Loki to confirm this weird fucking ceiling portrait is Hela bc the older two are not the Hela Experts in the room
at the same time, older Loki is starting to get some flashes of the future and begins to suspect that he's from the Bad Timeline
through accident, they manage to unseal Hela, who is met with three whole younger siblings - and let me tell you it is a very different welcome when you have a very enthusiastic 8-yr-old sparkling at you and very excited to have found his lost sister and a 12-yr-old who thinks girls kind of have cooties rolling his eyes
so hela makes a split second decision to not tell her baby brothers about the whole "dad sealed me away for being warful" thing (it will be a fun surprise for odin later <3) and also embrace being a big sister (it is now her legal job to pick on older loki and make fun of thor for being the odd one out)
anyway while they're figuring this out, older Loki is continuing to get flashes of the future but is now somehow joined by thor also getting flashes of the future. what they manage to glean makes them suspicious, and hey if they're both getting future visions or whatever then logically baby loki should also be, right??
so they start to like. suspiciously spy on little loki. except idk maybe the universe decided that one loki having knowledge was fine? i don't think older loki actually fully knows about the time travel thing or that he IS little loki tbh
so anyway they're spying on an eight year old who has a strict bedtime of nine o'clock.
meanwhile hela starts getting flashes of the future and is like "wait. do i destroy asgard?? why would i do that? where would my brothers live? ):"
the only other thing i remember is there being a dramatic scene where hela is trying to reject her fate and someone tells her that she cannot escape it, and she's actually getting teary eyed because she's gotten attached to her weird shitty brothers now
then i woke up and was like "huh"
#my dreams#dream journal#big brother loki dream#i have no explanation for the fact that both lokis were just called loki in the dream#no one even batted an eye#that's dream logic for ya!#thor was also a lil different#a little shit but in the way that 12 year olds are little shits#also he kept getting called the odd one out bc of all his black haired goth siblings#i think at one point he asked if they thought he should dye his hair#little loki was very sweet honestly and really got to be a little kid without the weight of asgard hating him#older loki really absorbed a lot of that at the beginning lol and would NOT stand for anyone being mean to his little brothers#older loki and thor teaming up to be suspicious of little loki was a hilarious part of the dream#i am not kidding about the 9 o'clock bedtime which little loki adhered to religiously#little loki shoving his brothers out of the way like 'sorry losers i have a sister now <3'#hela was charmed by little loki and the other two are very fun to tease#her and older loki snipe at each other#older loki is like 'hmm for some reason i feel like releasing hela is Very Bad.'#*looks at little loki*#'ah yes my position as fav older sibling is being threatened'#hela is that one meme where she's like 'i've only had little loki for one day but if anything happened to him i'd destroy asgard'#i appreciate my brain deciding i needed a fun little sibling sitcom in my brain last night though#very fun#no clue where the loki of it came from since i haven't seen a marvel movie since uhhhhh i think the one where thanos snaps.#is that infinity wars or end game#i did watch the taika thor movie but not the second one?
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SEMIFINALS: PART ONE
#lmk sun wukong#Lmk macaque#Lmk syntax#Lmk pigsy#Lmk tang#Mod macaque#Yes I am releasing this in two parts sorry :(
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it's because nomura is working on it
Okay, so: the premise of the Final Fantasy VII remake is that the audience's demand for the remake to follow exactly the same plot as the original has manifested as a horde of evil ghosts who intervene in order to keep the story on the expected rails, with a particular emphasis on ensuring that characters in the remake die at the same times and under the same circumstances as their original counterparts. At the end of the remake's first instalment, Cloud and friends fight and defeat the king of the Evil Plot Ghosts, an act which breaks time and creates a multiverse where everybody's fanfic is real. Sephiroth subsequently merges with all the fanfic versions of himself and becomes some sort of fucked up metanarrative god. Later, Cloud simultaneously succeeds and fails in preventing Aerith's death, which partially dislocates him from the prime narrative reality, and he begins perceiving an adjacent fixit-fic universe where Zack never died. The Aerith of that universe then teams up with Cloud to fight Hyperdimensional Meta Bullshit Sephiroth, a battle that ends inconclusively when Sephiroth flees, stranding Zack-lives-universe Aerith in the prime narrative reality, though only Cloud can see her. The game closes with the revelation that, unbeknownst to everyone else, Sephiroth slipped the Black Materia into Cloud's pocket during their fight, setting in motion the events of the unpublished third instalment. Have I got all that straight?
#final fantasy#yes I know he worked on the first one but not in this capacity and not since he developed his Habits#e.g.#nomura I am going to chew off your leg#I also maintain that kingdom hearts is exactly what is going to happen to the ff7 remake's plot#I called this over TWO YEARS AGO#sorry this is the first time I've seen anyone talk about remake's plot in detail please let me be smug in my tags#you people (FF fans) have not had to deal with his ass as much lately#what latin word are the evil plot ghosts called#*checks* oh no I see. their individual names are in bad latin. I see#anyway. hi#welcome to nomura hell everyone you'll find your japanese-to-latin dictionary under your chair#it might be under a streetwear lookbook#*keeps searching* 'it's gonna be a trilogy' HA HA sure call me back in fifteen years after the seventh part is released#oh right also:#oh kingdom hearts#some birds are funny when they talk
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my pretty little wife
Ê incl: nanami x reader x higuruma
Ê cont: fem reader, threesome, oral (f!r), double penetration, praise, dirty talk, teasing, pet names (sweetheart, honey), established relationship
Ê note: the winner of my fic give away @reivunzwho i hope you enjoy!! >.<
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
âHow did you two meet?â Higuruma asked, caressing your thigh with his thumb. The sensation sent tingles down your spine, making you all too aware of your body.
âWe uh, we went to the same Jujutsu Tech school.â You answered.
âShe was one year my junior.â Nanami answered from behind. You nodded, lips parting when his hand curled around your hip.
Higuruma grabbed your chin, tilting your gaze upwards and away from the large hands caressing your body. âSuch a small world, isnât it?â He asked you, smirking at the lust in your eyes.
Higuruma was never one to bring friends home after work, but the new guy at the officeâNanami Kento, was too similar in personality to pass up a friendship with. The two had been going for drinks every couple days, and when you texted Higuruma telling him you missed him and wanted him near, he decided to bring the drinks home.
Unbeknownst to you, the Nanami he was bringing home was the same Nanami you had a crush on in all four years of school. Never was anything acted upon, but you had spent more than a single night fantasizing about the man who currently held you between his legs, his chest to your back.
He was so much larger than he was all those years ago. Even his hands had grown for christ sake, and all of it was too much.
âWhat was she like as a student?â Higuruma asked, deft fingers working on the buttons of your shirt. He spoke to Nanami over his shoulder like he wasnât currently undressing you.
Nanami hummed thoughtfully, hands slipping along your thigh, using a single finger to drag the skirt upwards. His touch burned your skin, goosebumps rising in his wake. âA troublemaker, and a bit of a headacheâbut good.â He answered, âstrong, she always carried the burden of the others around her.â
A warm buzz hummed through your body at the praise. You hardly realized your bra covered breasts were out now as Higuruma dragged your shirt down your arms.Â
Nanami made a sound behind you that made you preen. âSo beautiful.â You gasped at the closeness, not realizing he had gotten so close. âEven more distracting than before.â
His words made you give pause. You didnât think Nanami cared about anything other than going to classes and doing lessons. But he noticed you? A heady rush raced to your head.
âShe is a beautiful thing, isnât she?â Higuruma agreed, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra with practiced ease. You sighed when you felt the tension around your torso release, your breasts free. âI am so lucky to have such a strong, beautiful wife to come home to every night, and wake up to every morning.â He bragged.
Nanami hummed, agreeing. His hands had reached the tops of your thighs now, and he gripped the tops on either of them and parted them with ease. âYes, she is very reactive as well.â
Higuruma smiled proudly, sliding your bra down your arms and exposing your breasts. His eyes fell to the mounds, admiring them with lust and love in his eyes. âDo you want to show him how reactive you are for me, sweetheart?â He asked.
Your throat bobbed, but you nodded. A smile found his lips. âAnd is he allowed to touch? Are you comfortable with that?â
You nodded again.
A kiss was placed by your ear, and you gasped. âTell me to stop at any time, and I will. I would never want to make you uncomfortable.â With your given consent, his hands slid under your thighs and cradled them, causing you to fall back in his arms when he leaned back with your legs spread, exposing you.
Your hands shot out behind you, gripping his forearms. âFuck, sorry.â
You could hear the smile in Nanamiâs voice when he spoke, âyou can touch me, too, honey.â That nickname from his lips. You felt liquid heat pool behind your panties.
The familiar feel of Higurumaâs hands on you made you look between your too spread thighs, spread over Kentoâs knees. Hiromi was on his stomach on the couch, jacket discarded and his undershirt unbuttoned to the third, exposing his muscled chest. His eyes looked behind you at Nanami, âYou will never see a prettier cunt, Kento.â He promised.
You held your breath as he hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them down, exposing you for the both of them bit by bit. Nanami groaned behind you, looking over your shoulder while simultaneously spreading your legs more. âFuckâŠâ He cursed quietly, but you felt the heat of it on the side of your face. âSpread her lips for me.â
Higurma did, using his thumbs to open you up. The expression on his face was clouded, lust filled, his eyes were low and his face was flushed, he looked like he did before he came. This was clearly working him up as much as it was you.
âTaste her, taste her pretty pussy and tell me itâs as sweet as it looks.â Nanamiâs voice saying such vulgar words should be a sin, it certainly felt like it. You arched your back into him, squeezing around nothing when you felt the proof of his arousal under you. It felt big.
Higuruma stuck out his tongue dramatically, looking at you from under his long dark lashes before his tongue found your clit. You sucked in a sharp breath when he flattened his tongue and shook his head back and forth, lavishing your clit with attention before his plush lips wrapped around the bud and he suckedâhard.
You cried, turned your head to Nanamiâs neck and screamed. He grunted when you wiggled on him, unable to handle the onslaught of pleasure. âYou really should stop moving.â He whispered. âHow is he meant to eat properly if you keep moving around?â
You gasped, looking up at him. The tips of his ears were red. âIt feels so good.â You cried.
He nodded, leaning down, hovering his lips over yours. Your cunt pulsed at the closeness, and wetness dripped onto the eager tongue between your legs, which was lapped up with an eager moan. âI know it does, sweetheart, he looks good with his tongue. Would a kiss make it better? Would it distract you from his tongue ravishing you?â
God his words. You hardly got the first nod out before his lips were on yours. You expected his kiss to be slow and passionate, but he was rushed and you could taste the arousal in his kiss. Two tongues lashed between your lips, dizzying you.
Nanami grunted against your lips, and his hands tightened under your thighs. You were about to pull away when you felt something wet and hard hit your bare thigh.
âDonât stop.â Higuruma ordered, voice heady. âGood girl, keep sucking his tongue. Yes⊠Yes, that's it.â Something pressed against your entrance, something big.
âHiguruma-â Nanami gasped between kisses.Â
Your husband shushed him, and you tightened your entrance when you felt the head of a cock against it. âI know how bad you want this.â He said, âplease her, please my wife from the inside while I suck her pretty clit.â
Nanami was breathing heavier against you now, his back rising and falling quickly. You shuttered when his cock was pushed inside youâwhat felt like five inches shoving in all at once before the rest of him slid in more gradually. The both of you groaned simultaneously at the intrusion, and Nanami thrust his hips up, pressing himself balls deep against you.
The pressure was intense, it felt like someone was pushing your stomach from the inside. But he was also pressing on a sweet spot inside you that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. âMy dreams paled in comparison to how amazing you feel.â Nanami groaned against you. âSo tight, honey, you feel perfect.
Higruma groaned, and you whined when his lips suctioned around your clit again, before he popped off just as quickly. âI changed my mind.â He said.Â
Nanamiâs lips disconnected from yours, and you leaned in to kiss Higuruma. Nanami was still inside you, but you could feel him twitch and throb against your walls with need. You tasted yourself on your husband's tongue, moaning with him before he pulled away and looked at you with the most loving expression.
The clinking of a belt made you turn your gaze down, to where he was undoing his belt with a single hand. âDo you think you can take us both?â He asked, âin here?â he tapped your clit before rubbing two fingers around the base of Nanamiâs cock where you were stretched around him, you both groaned at the feeling.
You shook your head, mouth opening and closing dumbly. âI-I donât know, Iâve never taken that much before.â
Higuruma nodded, âI know, sweetheart.â His hands caressed your face and you leaned into the touch like a kitten. âBut do you want to try? Hm?â
You did, so badly, but you were afraid of being split in half in the process. Nanami and Higurma were around the same side, Nanami having more length where Hiromi had girth. Though, you had been cockwarming Nanami for some time now, and could feel yourself adjusting as the seconds went by.
âWe will take it slow. Careful.â Nanami encouraged from behind.
That was the last push you needed before you nodded. âALright, good girl. Weâll take care of you.â Hiromi whispered, locking his lips with yours, distracting you while he lifted your right leg over his shoulder. It was a stretch, and it burned at first, but quickly dissolved when the angle made Nanamiâs cock bump into something sweet deep inside you. Each time Hiromi moved, it rubbed that spot.
âCareful, she feels like sheâs going to cum. She is twitching around me like crazyâ Nanami said behind you as Higruma lined himself up.
Hirimi raised his eyebrows. âIs that so? Are you close, my love?â You nodded frantically, leaning into Nanamiâs neck when your husband pressed two fingers inside you along with Nanamiâs cock and stretched you. It felt impossibly tight, and it burned, but the sensation blurred with the pleasure he was giving you when someone's thumb rubbed your clit in soft circles with firm pressure.
âYouâre doing very well.â Nanami praised, making you whine. Higruma had three fingers now, and was thrusting himself against where you and Nanami were connected. Kisses peppered your neck. âRelax, loosen yourself around me.â
You held your breath, fighting the urge to tense when you felt your husband press the head of his cock against you. You were unable to resist when his head popped inside along with Nanami. âYes- Yes, my love, Iâm in.â He smiled, hands cradling your face. You hadnât realized tears were falling down your face. âYou did it, you did so well.â He was sliding in as you spoke, and it burned.
Nanami made a pained sound behind you, muttering the word âtightâ, and you felt him twitch rapidly. His nails dug into your skin as he held himself back.
Higuruma was nearly fully seated inside you when Nanami pulled back, making you shutter. âWeâre going to move now, slow at first, okay? That okay, honey?â Hiromi asked.
You nodded through a cry of pleasured pain. Higuruma pushed into the hilt then as Nanami pulled nearly all the way out. A purely male sound spilled from his lips. âIâm not going to last inside you.â
Higuruma laughed, the sound strained when he pushed back in. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and your legs shook when they continued to rub against that sweet spot. The pressure was so intense, it was so fucking much, you had never felt so full. âIâm not going to last either, you- you both feel so warm.â
âAnd sheâs so wet.â Nanami added, quickening the rubbing on your clit. You had no time to warn them you were cumming before you clamped down on them and shattered.
Both men grunted loudly, groaning and gasping as your walls shuttered and milked around them. Your mind was elsewhere then, no longer one with the earth. Through it all though, they didnât stop moving.
âGood fucking girl, good girl.â
âWet our cocks, god- that feels so good.â
âSo pretty when she finishes too, what a sweetheart.â
âItâs dripping down my balls⊠God, that was a big one.â
Their praise and words melded into one, their voices unidentifiable as you were now putty in their hands for them to mold, and mold they did.
Their thrusts got harder then, and you screamed when they synced up and both slammed inside your too tight cunt. âI love this.â Hiromi groaned, burying his face in your neck. His body crushed yours, your pebbled nipples rubbing against his coarse shirt.
You nodded, tears running furiously down your cheeks now. Your entire body vibrated and shook now, you had no control over it.
Nananmi panted behind you, kissing and biting your ear lobe, making your eye twitch. âWhere do you want me?â He asked breathlessly, thrusts faltering.
You already knew Hiromi was going to finish inside you, as he always didâand you wanted Nanami too as well. You were on the pill, and something about being filled with both their cum set you off.
âInside.â You whined, tightening around them to emphasize your words.
Nanami released an inhuman groan, and stilled. His thighs shook violently under you, and you felt him release inside you first. Everything was so hot and wet, and Higuruma kept thrusting, working you both over. âAgh- I can feel it- fuck, fuck itâs so warm honey, so- so warm.â Higuruma was rambling now, dizzy with his impending high.
Nanamiâs abs jerked and his body contracted around yours when he came down from his high but kept being stimulated with Higurumaâs thrusting. âGod-â He moaned long and drawn out.
Higurma grunted. âIâm going to cum, sweetheart. Gonna fill you up with Nanami, and youâre going to take it like my good little wife, aren't you?â
You nodded vigorously, gripping the back of his neck and pulling his forehead to yours while your nails dug into Nanamiâs forearm.Â
âSuch a good girl, my sweet wife-â His words cut off with his orgasm, and he stilled. He jerked above you, moans and grunts spilling from his throat as he spilled inside you. Nanami groaned behind you, eyes rolling back in his head at the feeling of his cock being flooded around with cum.
His body buzzed when he came down, and he smiled against your lips as he took your mouth, whispering how good you were, how pretty you looked.
Neither of them pulled out, keeping you warm and stuffed save for the trickle of their arousal you felt spill out between youâwhich seemed absurd because of how full you were. But for the most part, they were plugging you up good.
âSo, Nanami? She is a reactive thing, isnât she?â Higuruma asked.
He kissed your cheek, creating a loud smacking sound. âIncredibly so, and she takes everything so well.â
âThe best.â He agreed. âMy perfect little wife.â
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matters of the heart â Nanami K.
summary: finding out your ex-boyfriend wrote a novel detailing your relationship isnât how you expected this week to go and to make matters worse everyone on the internet now thinks your âcharacterâ is a total bitch. you decide to pay your ex a visit, but can you do that without succumbing to your natural urges? well, no!
tags: 18+(MDNI/blank blogs) slight porn with plot, oral (f! receiving), brief nipple sucking, daddy kink, creampie, i guess nanami is a bit toxic in this lol, nanami might also be a bit ooc in here
to the moaners: has this been sitting in the draft for about 3-4 months? yes! but happy birthday month, kento đ. artwork by @/_3aem (twt); @ryomens-vixen (this was the fic I mentioned a while back) word count: 5.6k (yuck), I don't really like this
Iâm going to kill him, that was the only thing on your mind once you closed out of the novel. Normally, your weekends were spent relaxing with a fruity bubble-gum colored cocktail but today was different. Shoko called your phone at exactly 9:26 am claiming it was time she divulged some news to you. At exactly 9: 28am, she sent you an online copy of a book titled, âMatters of the Heartâ and told you it was nothing but a two or three hour read and then to call once you finished.Â
The book had a slow start and it seemed pretty average, just any old love story. Lately, anything was getting published and it seemed that was the case here â wait, you paused your reading and sat up straight. No. Just no. Something just clicked for you which led you to completely start over from page one.Â
The moment you finished, at exactly 1:01 pm, you grabbed a salmon colored low cut shirt and light washed jeans, slipped on your white shoes and hurried to get into your car. You didnât need to call her phone because you were going to talk to her face to face; this situation warranted a real conversation. It was nothing but a 17 minute drive to Shokoâs house, so when you arrived at exactly 1:18 pm, her door was already open. âTheyâre bashing me, Shoko. Fucking bashing! How could he do this to me?â Were the first words that flew out of your mouth, holding your phone close to her face so that she could see the reviews.Â
âWell, itâs not like anyone would know itâs you.â She yawned, handing you a cup of water â probably because of how crazy you looked â before she ushered you to a seat on the couch. A golden brown blanket was lazily thrown on the seat, which she hurried to move. You sat down and faced her with a look of what Shoko could only describe as pure sadness. She had seen you like this many times before, all because of one person.Â
âYou did.â You sniffled with an eye roll, you couldnât help but feel uncertain. Reading this book only brought back more uncomfortable feelings towards the breakup and him. You thought that you were over him and the memories that the book produced made you question everything. One question remained which is: Why?
She giggled drily. âHey, I read all his works. Pseudonym or not. He canât hide from me. Plus, I know you both and everything that went on. I was there too, remember?â She mumbled the last part. âMaybe this was his way of coping?â
âItâs been years⊠and I heard heâs announced a sequel. Shoko, a SEQUEL! Itâll be released later this year.â You spoke in a shaking watery voice while she rubbed your back in an attempt of comfort. Your mind could only think of what the reactions would be to your character in the sequel⊠insecurities that you never knew were there flooded your mind.
âThere was enough material for a sequel? I thought he covered everythingâŠâ Shoko rubbed her chin and looked deep in thought. You just stared at her, she couldnât be serious. âSorry, ignore me.â She shook her head ignoring your stare.
âDo I even confront him over this? A-and how would that make me look, like I still check on him right? Iâll look crazy and bitter⊠which apparently I am. Oh and Iâm bitchy and a âtotal cuntâ as theyâre putting online.â He didnât know just how much you changed, he missed your growth. Rubbing your eyes, you ask:âWhy did you tell me about this? What made you take so long⊠I just donât understand.â
âWell, at first⊠I didnât think youâd care.â Moving a strand of her nut-brown hair out of her face, she continued. âThen about a month ago, I decided it was right to tell you, just in case someone else pieced it together.â
âGojo read it then, huh?â You mentally cringed at the thought. It was the only person you could think of whoâd be so crude about it. He knew how damaging the breakup was for you but not as bad as Shoko knows. Now, youâre just grateful that she told you before he did.
âYep, so I figured that I had to tell you before he did.â She clicked her tongue. âBut letâs just calm down before you make any rash decisions on how to handle this.âÂ
âHe wrote a fucking duality series about me, our relationship, our sex life and you want me to calm down? Are you listening to yourself? This is a serious matter. I am being called a bitch, a slut and more on Goodreads and multiple websites, reviews, etc. and he didnât even have the audacity to give me a heads up. You had to call me.â You let out an unladylike snort.âWhy couldnât he stick to his mystery novels? Wasnât he doing good at those?â
âWriter's block.â Shoko said in a singsong-like voice. âHe hadnât written a mystery book since you two broke up and then⊠he alerted his supporters he wanted to switch things up and then⊠that was that. Ladies loved it, a big hit. By the way, if you two were really fucking like that I need to seââ
âShoko, now is not the time!â Your face felt hot all over, your mind racing. âI just canât believe this.â You wrapped your arms around your body and squeezed, giving yourself one big squeeze. It was hard not to cry but you could feel it all in your throat.Â
âIâm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I donât think his intentions were to make you feel bad.â She hugged you to her chest, pressing a small kiss to the crown of your head. âI think he still loves you. I mean, isnât this book proof? After all these years, he wrote about you.âÂ
âIâm sure he moved on by now.â You whispered, your eyes growing tired already and the day had barely started. âI just need to lay down. I need to rest.â Your mind seemed to finally grow calm and your breathing steady, a small hiccup now in your throat but with a gulp of water, you were better.
âJust stay here. I donât trust you to be alone right now.â Shokoâs voice drowned out as sleep overtook you, you could only feel her warmth as she held you and honestly it was all you needed at this moment, Shoko always made you feel safe and you couldnât thank her more than enough for that right now as you slept.
You were a light sleeper, it was always something that Nanami pointed out about you. He always said how he felt like he couldnât leave the room while you slept even if it was to use the bathroom afraid to wake you. He knew how important sleep was to you and heâd risk having a bladder infection if you got all 8 hours that you required. Nanami was sweet and caring like that.Â
You didnât think youâd break up with him ever. He was the one for you and he always made that clear. He pampered you and even after the breakup â though you didnât need it â he left you with a check for five thousand dollars, saying it was for his half of the lease for the next few months.Â
The breakup was brutal for you. You almost quit working entirely. Shoko was the only person youâd confined into and the only friend you left to check in on you especially when you didnât want to leave the house. She brought you groceries and helped you shower until you finally were able to get up again.
Though it was hard to believe, it was Nanami who broke up with you. You thought it was a joke, a cliche little joke.Â
âBaby, Iâm not joking.â His voice was quiet and husky, he spoke as if he was going to cry. âI just need some time to myself. I need to figure out if this is what I want. You donât have to wait for me, you just keep on living your life and being happy. But⊠I think itâs time we let this go.âÂ
You didnât cry in front of him. You didnât cry when he packed his things up. You certainly didnât cry when he shut the door, leaving his key on the table because you knew he was joking. He had to be. But when you called him and his number was disconnected and you were blocked on any form of social media⊠that was when you broke down and cried.Â
It happened out of nowhere. You overanalyzed every aspect of your relationship for where you went wrong. You wrote down every conversation you could remember and dissected it word by word. You watched every video and picture you had of the two of you looking for a bit of regret or anything on his face. You read every text message, looking for malice. He said he needed time to figure out if he wanted this but he always made it clear that he did and even that he was looking forward to having kids together, you two had even gone ring shopping months ago.Â
You didnât sleep and when you did, it was only for 4 hours and sometimes barely that. Your heart had an ache in it and the tears wouldnât stop. You could only think why wasnât I enough?
When you opened your eyes Shoko was still holding you and a small smile grew on your lips. âThank you Shoko.â You knew if you could count on anyone, it was always going to be her. She was the one who pieced you back together and made sure that life didnât destroy you and you couldnât help but to be grateful.Â
âOf course. âM going to let you spend the night here, okay? Letâs get some takeout and watch your favorite movies, howâs that sound?â She knew the way to your aching heart like the back of her hand.Â
âIt sounds amazing!â You stretched your arms out wide, leaning off of her and sitting up. âShould we start with Uptown Girls or Legally Blonde?âÂ
It took two days before you confronted him. Shoko was adamant about not giving you his address and you were tempted to get it from her phone. But luckily, you wore her down, she was probably tired of you bringing him or his book in every conversation. So now you stood there, nerves washing over you in waves.
The mahogany colored door stared at you â mocked you â and you returned the glare before you knocked on it, hard. This was just a door and you were angry at the person behind said door, not the door itself.Â
It was almost like he was waiting on you because the door unlocked and opened. He even stepped aside to let you in, quiet. His straw-colored hair was parted differently and he even looked taller or broader â you couldnât completely tell â but he looked different⊠seemed different. The atmosphere around him made your stomach clench and it made you mad; why did it feel like only you suffered from the breakup? Here he was â strong and tall â and you were nothing or rather the same.
âYou wrote a romance erotica novel about our relationship?â It was what you practiced saying before you got out of your car â making sure your voice didnât tremble â this time, it didnât.Â
âWell, hello to you too. Even after three and a half years, you still like to get straight to the point.â He grinned, putting a hand on your back to guide you to a seat on his couch. âI must ask, what makes you think itâs about you?â He does a slight laugh and raises his brow.
âWe have the same initials, almost the same name. Are you kidding me?â You retort, folding your arms across your chest. You tried to ignore the fuzzy feeling in your chest that occurred when you heard his voice after so long, hearing him and seeing that damned smile⊠your nose scrunched up.
âSorry, I just didnât know you kept up with me⊠with my booksâŠâ He muttered, glancing your way, a demure look in his amber eyes. âShould I be flattered?â Almost in an instant, he turned on a slight cockiness to himself, though his body language showed his nervousness â his thigh bouncing a bit and his fingers tapping on the couch handle. A light sense of relief filled your system knowing that you werenât the only one being affected by this.
âI donât.â You inhaled deeply. âShoko told me about it and then, I checked it out.â Fiddling with your fingers and even picking at your nails, that was your tell all sign of nervousness and right now you were engaging in it more than ever before.Â
âI wanted to tell you or rather, to ask you. I know you got the voicemails I sent last yearâŠand then you kept dodging my calls.â He tells you, you could feel his eyes on you â or more so your fingers⊠the nasty habit that he had finally got you to stop all those years ago rushing right back in an instant.
âWriting a book to trash me and our relationship⊠to make you look like some sort of⊠ugh, like youâre so amazing and Iâm just shit. Yeah, that certainly got my attention.â If you were coming off bitchy or rude right there, you couldnât care less especially when there were worse things that you couldâve said or even couldâve done at this moment. You really wanted to slap him.Â
âIs that all you got out of it?â He asks with his head low, almost as if he was admitting defeat or as if he couldnât believe you came up with something so trivial.Â
âWas there anything else to get?â You counter, shifting your body towards him. Maybe it was best that you sat down and actually listened to the author and his interpretations of his work.
âHow about that I love you regardless of any flaws⊠how about I find your stubbornness and attitude sexy and how I knew this breakup would be good for you. I was holding you back. I mean, I heard you got promoted 3 times since we broke up⊠I just felt like I was changing you, hindering your growth. I needed to reflect on myself and this book helped that.â He tapped his fingers against his thigh, yet another sign of his anxiousness. âBelieve it or not, I still care about you. No matter what happened between us.â
âWhat happened? You mean when you decided to just leave? You could've told me everything you just told me and I wouldâve understood better. We couldâve talked and came to a compromise. You donât understand what you put me through after it.â You were close to tears but you straighten your posture and sniffled, it was best not to think about what happened before. âI just needed a bit of closure too, I guess thatâs why I came. I just was caught off guard. You couldâve knocked on my door or something, forced me to answer⊠forced me to talk.â
He met your eye for the first time since you came over. âYou wouldnât have listened,â He huffs. âDidnât I mention how stubborn you are? Plus, I meant what I said. I needed time to myself and I think we both did.â
âI guessâŠBut Nanami, this book was too much. A letter wouldâve been fine if you needed closure, donât you think?â You see his lips quirk up a bit before he licks them, trying not to laugh it seems.
âMy publisher got a hold of some of the documents where I was just going over things, writing here and there. She loved the idea⊠plus Iâm in a contract for six books so I had to put something out soon, it had already been a year.â He told you, sitting his chin on top of his knuckles. âI honestly didn't mean to hurt you. I was writing for fun⊠reminiscing about us and then later down the line, I realized I was writing because I wanted you to read it, I just didnât exactly know how to get you to since you were very adamant on avoiding me, which is understandable. But regardless, I didnât think itâd get on the bestseller list or for the reviews to get so harsh.â He admits, reaching for your hand before his hand froze in midair and he stopped himself, choosing instead to put it behind his head.
âIs there anyway you can stop the sequel from being published then⊠since you got my attention after all this time?â You asked, putting your most dazzling smile on, hoping to sway him.Â
âI can talk to my publisher. Everythingâs in print and materials are already done⊠but Iâll try to see if I can stop production.â His adamâs apple bobbles when he does a harsh swallow. âAre we⊠okay? Do you forgive me?â
The question made you pause. He always made it hard for you to not forgive him; it took one look or a smile and a small explanation and it made it easy to fall in love with him all over again, no matter what he did⊠it seems. But it made you ask yourself: Were you too easy? Did you really forgive him? It was thoughts like that swirling around the corners of your mind. You wanted to forgive him, he was just writing and telling a story⊠but it was your story, not just his. Using this for your attention when he couldâve written about anything else, he didnât have to. Were you just ready to forgive him because you still loved him?Â
You hadnât realized how deep in thought you were until you felt the couch dip and even then, your mind was still spirling.âYou donât have toâŠâ His voice brings you out of your thoughts, his body so close to yours that it was getting hard to breathe. He still smelled the same; citrus and woodsy and it was easy to get yourself sucked back in.Â
âSo you can write another book about my stubbornness?â You give a quiet giggle, scooting a bit away from him, seeing him frown from the corner of your eyes. You didnât want to fall back but he made it all so simple. It was easy and you were already falling back on him and you didnât need that⊠Did you?
âBabyâŠâ Your body buzzed and hummed, turning to him with wide eyes. âIâll do anything I can to make this right. Anything for you to forgive me⊠If they canât stop publication, what can I do to make us right?â He was doing more than a gaze, he was full on staring and from how close he was it was hard to avoid.Â
âNanami Iââ You stopped yourself. You couldnât really think of anything he could do but you could think of several unhealthy things you could do to ruin your progress on going over him. He had betrayed you and made you a laughing stock so why are you stuck thinking about forgiveness when you should be leaving.
âI never stopped loving you.â His fingers traced up and down your pants but his eyes stayed on yours. âI never thought about anyone but you⊠I never slept with anyone⊠itâs always been you. But, I understand what I put you through and Iâll apologize every second until you forgive meâŠâ The blond man who you never saw shed a tear looked more than close to it. âBut just please⊠forgive me.â
âIâm sorry, honest.â He tries again after being met with absolute silence. âJust⊠let me show you, okay?â His breath tickles your face for a second and when you look into his cocoa brown eyes, you feel everything you once felt again.
Memories of good times dulls out the odd feelings in the pit of your stomach â the confusion and pain â instead are replaced with joy. The trip to Malaysia where he rubbed sunscreen on your entire body and laid back to read a book and you watched as his eyes kept drifting to you while you played in the cerulean water; how you kept begging him to come in until he complied and how eventually in the early hours of the morning when you wanted another dip, he fucked you twice â once in the golden lush sand and another in the cool ocean water.Â
His face is in your thighs and you couldnât help but feel better, feeling his breath fanning so close to your pants covered pussy, your body felt scorching hot. Heâs grumbling, âWill you let me make it up to you? Will you let me show you how sorry I am?âÂ
You mustâve nodded because he was already unbuttoning your pants and helping you lay back, pulling your shirt up just a bit to see your perky tits â he mustâve remembered how you never wore bras unless you felt it was necessary, which was mainly work or any important events.Â
He blew a bit on your hardening nipples before he took one into his mouth â playing biting them with a smug look on his face before he began licking around your areolas and kissing around the swells of your breast. He doesnât say anything but he looks deep in thought as he kisses down your body, his fingers scraping down your sides as he works your pants and your panties all the way down. Bringing his head up for a minute, he looks in your face. âI love you.â He says it simply, heavy emotions swirling in his brown eyes.
Removing your pants and underwear completely from your body, he spreads your thighs and looks over your body â a trimmed low pretty bush sits between your thighs and it makes him smile, he always loved seeing the curled hair on your delicate lower lips. He spreads your pussy, watching the skin stretch with a deep smile on his face. You could feel yourself ⊠the wetness leaking down under your body and it made you cringe, but the way he was staring at you made the insecurities vanish. âAll this for me?â He takes a tentative lick before he slurps, clutching your hips. âI know you like to run⊠but I need you to stay put, got it?â It was hard for you to listen to him, your head already fuzzy and the thoughts swirling around were only about him, nothing more.Â
Then your body bucks up, âWaitâ!â A broken moan escapes your mouth when he presses a soft wet kiss to your clit. Nanami had always been gentle and very careful whenever he ate you out; making sure his tongue was wet enough and that he wasnât too rough. His tongue was wide enough to make your back arch, your body leaving the couch when it finally hit your clit and he gave you no time to recover before he peeled back the hood, sitting the tip of his tongue there and rapidly flicked at the bud.Â
Hearing the lewd squelching noises coming from the mixture of your cunt and his mouth made you close your eyes, squeezing them shut tightly. He spits before he licks it up and down your aching slit, nudging his tongue inside only slightly, much to your dismay. Youâre gasping every second when more of his tongue slips in and out of your pussy; sliding a bit more each time and it makes your thighs shake. When he finally slips his entire tongue inside of you, curling it just enough that you can feel it everywhere, your legs attempt to close up around his head. âPleaseâ âm so⊠sooâohâŠâ His fingers join in on the fun and in small sloppy circles he rubs your clit, pressing down on the pearl while his tongue continues flicking inside of you. The split second that you open your eyes, his are already on yours and it was that moment, that made your body tense up and for you to cum.Â
It happens fast, clear sticky wetness leaks out of you and Nanami still tries to get more of it on his tongue, catching anything that drips and sucking on your folds. âAlways so fucking goodâŠâ He mutters, spreading you again and smearing more of your slick on his face by shaking his head between your thighs, so that heâs completely covered in you.Â
When he moves his head, embarrassment comes over you, looking at his wet face⊠even his forehead was wet and you couldnât bring yourself to meet his eyes. âNothing to be embarrassed about, baby but⊠Iâll be right back, stay wet for me.â
Your heart hammers against your chest, lying there on this now wet couch. You didnât come over here for this and yet here you are⊠about to get fucked and really, it was no turning back now. Youâd been on dates with men after Nanami but they never lasted past the second date and you certainly hadnât had sex in a while, but he made you come apart like it was nothing. Â
But then again, Nanami knew your body⊠so of course this was a walk in the park for him. It honestly annoyed you right now, you couldnât even make yourself cum half the time especially these last few years and now, barely an hour here and he has you right where he wanted you⊠bare and practically back in love with him.
Nanami came back with a fresh face and unbuttoned pants that he was currently pulling down. You clenched around nothing, your mind thinking only of the perfect dick that was going to be coming out of those pants. You licked your lips, this would be the first dick you saw in years and it was his.Â
His drooling cock slapped his stomach and you swallowed, your mouth felt unreasonably dry. The length of his cock always impressed you, standing tall at seven and a half inches, he shakes with laughter which snaps you out of your daze. âNow let me look at you.â His whispers and even though he already saw you, both years ago and right now, you canât help but feel hot all over again. Heâs staring â drawing his eyes down every inch of your body â focusing on your breast before getting to the stare of the show yet again. He smirks, laying you back down, pressing his body against yours to kiss you.Â
Your breath was caught in your throat, his tongue still tasted of you and his hands cups your jaw. Heâs gentle, his tongue moving around your mouth messily before he stops, saliva breaking apart when he does so. His fingers make a ghostly featherlight touch on your clit that makes you jump, the head of his cock at your entrance. He holds out his hand, close to your mouth. âSpit.â Gathering up some, you spit in the palm of his hand and stroke it along his length, huffing at the sensation.Â
He pushes in, taking his time to work himself inside of you, a strained expression on his face. Hips pulled back, he focuses more on just the tip of himself fucking you, watching your pussy stretch with just the tiniest bit of resistance. Inching himself inside, you watch his torso flex and he groans, obscene noises plop and plap around the apartment, his heavy cock pushing in and out of you, your toes curling.Â
âPussy still mines, right? Didnât give it away, did you?â Youâre struggling to talk - to fucking breathe - your eyes rolling back and your jaw slacked but you babble out a soft ânoâ which makes him finally thrust in you harder, completely bottoming out. You feel him in your belly, feeling full and embarrassingly wide with him stretching you out, his balls sitting on the crest of your ass before he moves.Â
He moves you a bit, your bodies flush to each other and he moves his hips in harsh circles, his pelvis so close to your clit. His hands on your calves, he pushes your legs so that they rest on his shoulders, your knees touching your ears makes you tighten up and he groans above you.
âNanami I-â You call out, eyes closed with pleasure shaking through your core, wetness slapping between the both of you.Â
âNanami? No, call me what you used to call me.â His hips slowed down, a whine escaping your lips. His cock dragging inside of your walls, pulling out slowly, awaiting your response.Â
âPleaseâŠdonât slow down, Kenââ before the word even left your lips, his hand slapped your cunt, leaving your legs shaking a bit and your eyes snapping open. Drops of tears run down your cheeks and you sniffle, reaching for him⊠you couldnât help but feel so small in his presence.
âSay it.â Then, you knew what he meant. A name that now feels foreign in your brain and even when it leaves your mouth, it comes out in a strange rattled whimper.
âOh, oh⊠daddy, âm sorry. Please, keep fucking me. Itâs so goooood!â Heâs grinning before the words leave your mouth.
âStill my good girl huh? Always so fucking good for daddy.â He licks up your neck and it makes you tremble, your tongue lolling out a bit and he moves to suckle on it. âDid you skip over all those sex scenes or did you rub this pussy out to them?â He asks, his fingers digging in the back of your thighs.Â
You choked out, sobbing, âI did, daddy⊠But I-I donât want to remember everything.âÂ
âYou donât remember all the words I used to describe this cunt? This pretty pussy? That changed his life⊠my life? That made him always crawl back? That made him so fucking hard? The pretty words I used to describe you? To describe how pretty she always looked when he fucked her? How his heart felt like it was going to explode when she looked at him too long because he loved her so damn much?â Heâs groaning in your ear, thrusting into you, his depth reaching your g-spot, your pussy spasming and begging for his cum at every word he uttered.Â
Pumping himself inside, you could see the white creaminess that was on his cock, most likely because of you, he was constantly fucking the cream inside of you, your nails digged into his arms and he moaned at the feeling. Your stomach tightens and you move to push him away, âIâm going to câcum!â You felt him throbbing inside of you, signaling that he was close too. âPlease, cum inside of me⊠I canât take it.â You couldnât stand it any longer, itâs been years and you needed him to fill you up. He stopped for a moment, changing positions so that youâll be sitting on his lap, grabbing your hips and forcibly bouncing you on his dick, dangerously slow.Â
Wetness gushes on him as his tip hits you from a new angle, seeing the outline of him in your tummy, heâs stretching you again with each nasty thrust. Each drag of his cock making you go crazy and the aching between your legs continue, your body shaking and both of you moaning loudly and over each other.Â
Finally, your orgasm rattled and shook your entire body, your pussy sucking him in, milking him for all heâs worth and it makes his body shake and he releases inside of you, trying to stay quiet as his body jerks up, unable to stop himself from fucking you through both of your orgasms.
Itâs quiet for a while, just heavy breathing with you laying on his chest. âI love you tooâŠâ Your voice is scratchy and your face tear stained. He doesnât say anything, his cock still pulsing inside of you.
âI know. I love you too, never stopped.âÂ
âDid you at least read the acknowledgements or did you just dive right in?â
âI never read the acknowledgements for books, thought you wouldâve remembered that.â You watch him get up, walking around the living room, looking for something. You were both still naked and the entire room smelled of sex.Â
âI did remember that and when you barged in my door, I already knew that you still hadnât changed when it came to that. Here, read this part right here.â He brings you over a copy and you run your fingers around the softback cover with a small smile on your face; this silly thing had brought you both back together and right now you could give less than a fuck about those reviews.Â
Feeling the spine of the book, you open it and can practically smell the scent of an unopened new book. Turning the first few pages, you go to the one page acknowledgment and read it aloud: âShe might not read this book. But if she does, by chance. I hope she knows that I still love her.â You wiped your eyes and smiled. âYouâre an asshole, you know?â
He lets out a hearty laugh, âI know baby.â Kissing the top of your head, he gets up and grabs his phone from the kitchen counter and you follow him. âI think I have enough material to write a third book now.â He grabs his phone and starts typing, his eyebrows furrowed as if he was deep in thought. Attempting to grab his phone he chuckles and uses his height to his advantage by standing taller.
Standing on the tips of your toes you snort, âDonât even joke about that!â But a smile takes over your face and he canât help but smile too.Â
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Has Biden actually done anything at all? There's evidence going around and I think it's compelling, the alternate to voting is instead doing actual social work and participating in protests and organizing political action, which is a good idea i think
1) Yes. Inarguably this has been the most effective progressive domestic administration since I have been alive, and I'm in my thirties. What in the fuck are you talking about? It's not perfect, but it's better than we've seen in fifty years: Obama tried, but Democratic Congressional organization was just not yet used to working with a completely obstructionist GOP Congress in the wake of the tea party.
Even in terms of foreign policy, this is also pretty much as good as US involvement gets. Sorry. Our foreign policy has been shaped by monsters for decades, and that's even without dealing with our huge and active branch of Christian doom cultists. There ain't a candidate in the world that could stop the entire accumulated momentum of geopolitics with a snap of the finger, and I'm not really willing to pretend that Biden is particularly notable for not managing to fix Israel/Palestine relations.
2) In your own words, anon, what precisely does organizing political action entail without participating in the political process? Do you think that abstaining from the part of the gig where you, the citizen, get to say which official gets the job somehow makes your opinions matter more to your elected public officials? Have you ever organized to get so much as a municipal one-time library project budget expanded? Are you perhaps only skilled at political argument with people who already agree with you on the Internet?
What is your leverage, and could it reasonably be described as "extortion" or "blackmail" or "political corruption?" Because those are pretty much the only things on the table that can work more effectively to drive an elected official than a disciplined coalition of political allies (who can be purchased with, you guessed it, votes) or a reliable bloc of voter support. Your vote matters less than the ones you bring with you, sure. Do you think that not voting yourself somehow helps people organize to drive more votes? Have you perhaps replaced your complex reasoning skills with a rapidly dying jellyfish?
3) Holy passive vagueness, Batman! "Evidence is going around." What a masterpiece of a sentence! How it suggests everything while providing nothing! What evidence? Who collected it? Who is talking about the evidence "going around?" Who is listening? How many of them are there? What did they think before? The more I think, the more questions I have, and damn if they ain't predisposing me to be even less charitable.
Like, this is so catastrophically poorly supported that I have to confess that I not only believe this is probably an ask in bad faith (i.e. by someone who is expecting to piss me off or otherwise engage with me adversarially, probably spammed to a whole host of blogs at once with no expectation of response) but I actively hope that it is. The alternative is to have to grapple with the reality that some people are so uncomfortable with the responsibility of moral agency that they're willing to release useful levers of legal and social power just so that they never do anything problematic with that power. Much better, of course, to wash one's hands of anything that might have the stink of responsibility clinging to it. Might fall from the membership of the Elect if you actually get yourself all muddy by doing things, I reckon.
I don't even believe that voting is the only lever we have when it comes to our elected officials or that votes are necessary to secure change, and I am certainly not talking about the presidential ticket alone when I talk voting. What I do believe is two things: one, that voting is a potential lever of power on the emergent chaos of the society in which we live. And two, that anyone telling me to leave a lever of power on the ground without a damn good reason is either incompetent, malicious, or both.
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Night Drives: J.W
SMUT | 18+ | MDNI
Im on such a Wooyoung kick⊠maybe because of his birthday but ffuickckkckc I need him bad fr
->Starring: Wooyoung, Afab!reader ->Genre: SMUT SMUTTY SMUT ->Taglist: @e3ellie @yoonshiiu @yunlazia @jonghoslilstar @sugakooie @atztrsr @honsans-atiny-24 If you donât see your blog tagged I could not find it so I am so sorry đ„Č also just know I smile and kick my feet reading the responses⊠I love all of you đ„č If you would like to be a part of the taglist please fill out this form ->Cw: Fingering, blowjob, road head, please be safe on the roads, two hands on the wheel and both eyes on the road please
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Ever since Wooyoung got his license he's been wanting to drive everywhere and anywhere. The grocery store that's just a 10-minute walk? Yup he's going to drive that 3 minutes instead.
The current time is 2:30am and you are driving aimlessly around with your antsy boyfriend. You're pretty sure you're about an hour away from the apartment but neither of you seems to care not when the roads are bare and the music is calming. His hand rests comfortably on your bare thigh, his thumb rubbing circles on your soft skin. You stare out of the window distracted by the passing lights, too distracted to notice his hand sliding further up your thigh. You didn't realize until he was pulling on the hem of your shorts. You look over in his direction to see his calm demeanor as if his hand wasn't moving to brush over your clothed heat. "Woo?" you see him smirk ever so slightly "What?" his look of innocence is a huge contrast to what his fingers were doing. You have to admit the way he looks driving with one hand is definitely a turn-on. His grip on the wheel tightens when you grab his hand and grind against his fingers. You let a little sigh at the feeling but you wanted more "Do you want me to finger you or something?" You look at him with a glare "Do you have to ask that way?" You groan and he just shrugs in response "Yes I want you to finger me" You say before slipping your shorts and panties off.
The filthy sound of your wet pussy squelching fills the car but they're barely audible over your moans "You like that pretty girl? I can tell by how wet you are" You clench around his fingers at his teasing and the way he curls them has you arching off the seat "Oh fuck Woo you're gonna make cum" You breathe out as your head falls back onto the headrest "That's it baby cum all over my fingers" He says before pressing his thumb to your clit. You grip his wrist teetering on the edge of your release and with one last swipe of his thumb, you're tumbling over. The prettiest noises leave your lips as you see stars brighter than the ones in the night sky. Wooyoung's fingers continue to move in and out of you, working you through your orgasm. Your body jolts when his thumb continues to move against your clit. You whine and attempt to move his hand. "Did so good for me" He says as he slides his fingers out of you bringing them to his lips and sucking each digit clean.
You look over to see the tightness in his sweatpants and the need to have him in your mouth takes over. He looks at you with questioning eyes as you unbuckle your seatbelt (I swear if you ever do this i will throw you in timeout so fast that the image of the corner will be tattooed in your brain) and adjust yourself so that you're facing him âDo you want me to suck your dick?â You ask with the straightest face ever âHAH what?â âDo. You. Want. Me. To. Suck. You. Dick?â You emphasize each word and he nods aggressively. His head falls back when you bring hand to palm him through his sweatpants feeling how hard he is. You grab his waistband and pull them down enough for his beard thick cock to spring out, slapping his stomach. You grip the base of his cock, leaning over giving his pretty red tip a little kiss. You hear suck breath in when your finally wrap your lips around his tip.
The feeling of your plump lips moving up and down on his cock was causing him to lose focus. He makes a sudden turning causing you to fall forward a little, his tip invading your throat as you gag. âOh fuck do that againâ he moans grabbing the back of your head pushing you down on him again. He couldnât help but buck his hips at the feeling of your throat contracting around his cock. The sound of your gaging and lewd slurping made his stomach clench as he inched his way to his release. He lets out deep groans as you bob your head faster loving the salty taste on your tongue âFuck baby youâre gonna make me cum if you keep doing thatâ his grip on your hair tightens as he shoots ribbons of cum down your throat âfuck fuck fuck oh god. Your mouth feels amazingâ
You didnât realize you had arrived back home until Wooyoung turned the car off âGet upstairs. Wanna fuck you so badâ he mumbles swinging the door open but you grab his arm before he can move âwhat if⊠we fuck in the backseat?â Without a second thought, heâs climbing over the seats.
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Secretly Mine - One Shot -Jeon Jungkook
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female) đ
Genre: Secret dating - slight smut - friends
Plot: little secret being revealed
Word count: 1.243
A/N: This one shot is part of a collection of one shots I am working in right now. Sorry it took me a long time to post again, I was busy moving to a new country and settling in so I haven't had much time to post but I am back now.
I open my eyes, my sight blurry and I feel my head pounding... ugh. I went out to a club with a couple of friends last night and ended up bumping into Jungkook and his friends, it was a fun night that ended on me having to help him bring two very drunk Jimin and Mingyu back to Jungkook's apartment, where I ended up also staying the night.
After putting Jimin and Mingyu in the guestrooms, I tried to leave but Jungkook's very good passionate kisses convinced me otherwise. Now I look at the handsome man laying next to me, his breathing calm and even, he seems so peaceful so I try my best not to wake him, I try to move his heavy arm from around my naked body, which results on him steering in bed but staying asleep.
I need a shower so I get off the bed noticing how our clothes are all over the floor, my tight leather dress that was almost ripped from my body seems so small laying there next to his t-shirt. I grabbed the clothes and pulled them all into his corner chair -My head hurts-
I love the water pressure in Jungkook's shower, I love the frosted shower screen and how spacious it is.
I let the warm water run from my head and wash over my body in hopes that it will take the hangover away, while relaxing I hear the bathroom door open and close but I don't move, I know it's him.
"Good morning, beautiful" Jungkook says while lowering himself to kiss my shoulder. I tilt my head back onto his chest now firmly pressed against my back.
"Did I wake you?"
"Did you not get enough last night?" I say, a moan escaping my lips. "The boys are still here, they might hear us."
"Nah. I just missed you out there" he says while starting to trace kisses on my neck. His hands moving one to my breast and one to my core, where his fingers start rubbing my clit.
I let myself melt into him.
"Never." He says between neck kisses " They are still asleep and the walls are pretty thick so don't worry."
We had done it in here before but no one else was ever in the house at the same time so I worry, I'm not ready for people to find out about our little secret.
He turns me around "(Y/L) trust me..." he looks at me, scanning my face that seem to not be showing the emotion he is looking for so he drops to his knees, pulls one of my legs over his shoulder and looking into my eyes he adds "let me help you relax"
I'm so close to my release that I start shaking and he is smiling at me mischievously, he is dragging it out, torturing me a little and enjoying it.
After one of the best orgasms I've ever had through Oral sex, he gets up pulling my legs to his waist and holding me against the wall. I can feel his cock rubbing my entrance and taking a break from a very intense kiss, he pushes in causing us both to groan in pleasure.
Once he knows I have adjusted to his size, he starts pushing in and out of me, making my eyes roll back ad shut.
He picks up the pace, our kisses more passionate each time and my orgasm is building. I know his is too. I know all the signs of his body like he knows mine and this is meant to be a morning quicky, I can feel the muscles in his back tensing under my fingertips.
"Oh My Gă
Ą YES. YES! I'mă
Ą" my moans get placated by his big hand placed on my mouth. I want to complain because he stopped thrusting into me while I was trying to ride my orgasm but when I look at him I notice the panicked look in his eyes and then I hear the reason.
"Hey Kook, sorry for barging in. I really need to pee and I think Mingyu is throwing up on the other one" It's Jimin. Jimin is in the freaking bathroom while I'm fully naked. Not to mention the fact that his precious golden maknae's cock is buried deep inside of me. OH MY GOD.
"Jimin. What the fuck? Get out" Jungkook orders him.
"I just need to pee. Give me one second" I hear a belt buckle followed by a zipper and my eyes widen.
"JIMIN. GET THE FUCK OUT." His voice is now seriously scary and some how it turns me on, causing my pussy to clench around Jungkook's cock who closes his eyes trying to level his breathing and then gives me a warning look.
"Kook, I'll be out in a second" I hear the sound of what I assume is his pee hitting the water in the toilet and resign, throwing my head into Jungkook's chest. -I don't think this could be any worse- " Hey so, I think I'll ask (Y/N) out." My head snaps back up and I lock eyes with Jungkook who looks very annoyed. "She looked so fucking hot last night with that dress. I couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel to take it off her..." my brain shuts off, I could not continue listening to what seemed like a mini rant about all the ways he would do me.
"Jimin shut up and get the fuck out" Jungkook's words came out slowly but they were a warning that sounded dangerous and it snapped me out of my disassociating state.
"Bro what the heck is your problem? I'm telling you about a girl I want to hook up with" Jimin's tone seems annoyed but pleading.
"I can't help you get (Y/N)..."Â
I've always known Jungkook gets jealous easily, specially when people talk about me but this is not Jimin's fault, he doesn't know his friend and I are in a relationship. Jungkook and I have been dating for a while now but held off on telling the others because we want to enjoy our privacy bubble a bit longer. Well that and the fact I was scared of telling people.
I touch Jungkook's hand to get his attention and when he looks at me, I mouth 'it's time', he needs to tell his friend before this gets any more awkward. He has been wanting to tell him for a while but didn't because of me, so I let him know it's okay.
"Why not? You guys are close, you could just talk to her for me."
" Yeah, right. We are close. Very close. So I can't help you out with her"
"What do you mean? Why-" there is a few seconds of silence "Wait Jungkook... are you and (Y/N)... are you guys fucking?" his voice sound surprised and amused.
Jungkook turns to look at my blushing face and grins "Thanks to you, not anymore"Â
"Huh?" there is a few seconds of silence and then a gasp "Wait.. are you- is she-?"
I can hear the realization hit him so I do the only thing I can think about "Hiii Chim"
"OH.. mmm... Hii (Y/N)!!"
"Oookay" Jungkook says slowly "Now can you get the fuck out please?"
Jimin leaves the bathroom and I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. Jungkook's hands go to the back of my neck to hold me upright and he bends down to kiss me deeply.
"Mine. I can finally tell everyone that you are mine. My girl."
A/N 2: Hope you enjoy it. Please let me know if there is anyone you would like me to make a story one and I will try my best to add it to my list of one shots đ
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Not Over the Papaya | OP81
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Ships : Oscar Piastri x Popstar! Reader , Ex!Lando Norris x Popstar! Reader
Genre : Fluff Smau
A/N : Iâm back!! am i still sick? yeah a lil~ But I can finally look at my phone đ„č. Thank yall for waiting and supporting NOTP series đ§Ą.
Face claim : Jennie Kim
Warnings : Cursing, Grammatical Errors
Summary : Y/N and Oscar cope with their own breakups by making the Heartbreak Club.
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âI have nothing to say to youâ
âOk, then let me do the talking. Y/N Iâm really sorryâ
âLando, you apologizing wont make what you did go away! Canât you just leave me alone??â
âI will, I promise⊠i just want to end everything correctly⊠please let me. Y/N pleaseâ
âiâm already happy Lando.â
âI know that Y/N and Iâm happy for you! I donât want everything to be awkward with Oscar when we do see each other.â
âFor OscarâŠâ
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oscarpiastri am i crazy or is the coffee we make in your flat better than this??
Y/N. No lie youre so right, this coffee lowkey is not it.
oscarpiastri I thought I was tweakin. Where are you btw?? I left for the bathroom for 3 mins and ur gone??
Y/N. uhh⊠im looking for popcorn :DD
oscarpiastri How arenât you getting a stomachache with the things you eat baffles me .
Y/N. Ion know myself dude đ€·đŒââïž Iâm amazing like that
oscarpiastri well no need to look, they have it at the plane. I asked John if the plane stocked popcorn and yes they do
Y/N. Really? Youâre literally the bestttt đ„șđ«¶
Y/bf Y/N L/N when I found out that youâve died from caffein overdose I wont even be surprised đ
Y/N. I just wont die, simple as that my dearest best friend.
Y/bf just have fun and give em hell đ€ . Oh! my chocolates dont forget!! Safe travel luv đ«¶
Y/N. Oh they wouldnât know what hit em. I will bring chaos . I wont forget your chocolates y/bf!!. And thank youu
maxverstappen1 Y/NNnnnnnnnnn Iâm sorry đ©
Y/N. Sorry? and you are?
maxverstappen1 I changed my password already! Plsss do not be mad >:((
logansargeant Y/N are you going to the raceeeee???!!
Y/N. well yes I am American Boi
logansargeant why am i always the last to know?!!
Y/N. Sorry (Lmao Iâm not)
logansargeant Ur so mean to me >:((
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Y/N. đ§Ąđ§Ąđ§Ą
oscarpiastri food was đ„ music was đ„ the pretty girl held my hand also đ„.
Y/N. Is it safe to assume you liked everything thenâŠ. đ«Ł
oscarpiastri YES i did! Iâd wife you up if youâd let me.
Y/N. I havenât met your family yet SIR. đ€š
oscarpiastri That wasnât a no. If the last song in your album wasnt a proposalâŠ. đ€
Y/N. OK! you win. Be grateful I love you. Now stop looking at ut phone you need to focus on your debriefing! I could ser John glaring at you rn!!
charles_leclerc is that Y/Nâs Unreleased album????!!!
oscarpiastri why yes father, it is đ.
charles_leclerc and you and Y/N are not letting me listen?? HOW DARE YOU TWO đ
oscarpiastri Sorryyy . I get first listens ~ you wait for the release of Heartbreak club like the otherssđ
charles_leclerc even Alex is freaking out!!! comeonnn Son. Just 1 song plsss.
oscarpiastri ask Y/N đââïž Sheâs the genius behind this masterpiece (that i get to listen to whenever i want đđđ)
charles_leclerc I will revoke your adoption! Oscar Jack Piastri-Leclerc.
logansargeant Heartbreak Club??? Isnt that the name of you and Y/Nâs club for people who got cheated on
oscarpiastri the very same HAHAHAHAHA
logansargeant so its about Lando cheating???
oscarpiastri Yes and No⊠and Iâm not allowed to elaborate further!
logansargeant Boi without me there wouldnt even be a club with you and Y/N~ mate yall owe me đ„°đ
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f1wags Oscar and Y/N are already in Belgium𫶠.
user1 Oop, is Y/N going to attend the race đ«Ł
user2 Ohhhh I really hope so! Plss plss
user3 I really miss Y/N in the paddock. Miss maâam pls mark your territory! Ion like that other girl there đ€Ą Ur tainting the McLaren brand pls exit the premises.
user2 The height difference is so đ„°đ«¶đ§Ą
user3 I offer myself as their child or their pet I dont care. Pls just have me
user4 Their future child would be troy bolton i swear. To sing or to do sports đ©
user5 HAHAHAHAHAHHA I could so imagine it.
user6 BET ON IT!
user7 I SAW THEMMM đ they were do cute I canât!! Y/N was so busy yapping and Oscar was just smiling at her and nodding. Boi is just happy to be there, Oscar same.
user8 I still cant believe that Osc knows the tracks inside Y/Nâs album
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oscarpiastri Touch down and Landed đ©ïž Excited to get behind the wheel!
charles_leclerc what is with you and spa (wdym landed?? youâre literally here since Tuesday??)
alexandrasaintmleux let him have his fun, babe.
Y/N. Yeah! have your own timeline Lechuck
oscarpiastri listen to the ladies, Mate. Itâll do you good.
charles_leclerc I love my life and the people in it đ
mclaren Locked and Ready đȘ Letâs go for Podium!!
user1 LETS GO OSC!!
user2 continue the podium streak champ!!
user3 Oscar future WDC , iâm calling it
user4 Oscar looks extra pookie todayyy đ„°
user5. Ah Y/N effect đââïž~ I see your man girl!
user6 Y/Nâs influence on Osc is really showing fr. Maâam ur doing amazing work!
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Klaus Mikaelson x Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Pt. 11
Word Count- 3.8k
Warnings- Mentions of Suicide(Damon trying to die because of his wolf bite), swearing, death, blood, gun/gun-shot wounds, smaller chapter but big things happening cliffhanger ending
âYes, Elena. Once again, Iâm fine. I have to go run an errand and then Iâll see you guys at the square. OK? Toodles!â
I quickly hung up my phone, just in case Elena decided to ask what errand I was running. How the hell am I supposed to tell her Iâm going to try to talk a dying Damon Salvatore off the ledge?
Itâs been two days since Demon dropped the bomb that he was dying and then disappeared. He hasnât answered my calls and whenever I ask Stefan about him he says âIâm working on it.â Not well enough, clearly, because the Bunny Eater called me 30 minutes ago telling me Damon just tried lighting himself on fire and he needs my help talking him down. Iâm not sure why Iâm the one he called for this since Iâve heard Damon on more than one occasion say heâd rather die than listen to me speak.Â
Damon and Stefan have made me keep quiet about this, so no one else but us three knows. Which is why I fibbed a bit on my phone call with Elena. Iâm not entirely on board with keeping this a secret. What do the Salvatores think is going to happen when the werewolf bite kills Damon? Just tell everyone Damon went upstate to a farm, just like what parents tell their children when their turtles or dogs die.
Although Damon and I have had our differences, I can admit the thought of him dying doesnât sit well with me. Especially since he got bit trying to stop the ritual. Even though it didnât stop it, it did save Tyler and Caroline. Who I guess was replaced by that bitch Jules and some random vampire Klaus had in his back pocket.Â
I take a deep breath as I exit my car and walk up to the front door of the Salvatore house. I donât bother knocking since everyone kind of just lets themselves in when it comes to this place. Iâm about to call out for Stefan but within a moment heâs flashed in front of me.Â
âOh good lord,â I clutch my chest in surprise. At this Stefanâs eyes widen and he reaches out to me.
âIâm sorry, Y/n! Is it your heart again? Do you need anything? Here take some of my blood,â Stefan frantically says.
I put both of my hands up and shake them, âStefan calm down dude, okay? Iâm good, you just scared me. Iâve got to start getting you vamps little bells to wear around your necks.â
Stefan slightly laughs but I can still see the weariness in his eyes.
âReally Stefana, Iâm good.â
Stefan sighs and nods, âSorry, I justâŠwith everything going on Iâm justâŠ,â Stefan rubs his hand over his face and now I can clearly see the exhaustion and sadness on it.Â
I take a step closer and wrap my arms around him in a hug, âItâll be ok, weâll figure it out, alright?â
Stefan doesnât say anything but I feel him nod as he wraps his arms around me tighter as if me hugging him is the only thing keeping him grounded. And after seeing his older brother trying to light himself on fire, it might just be.Â
After another moment Stefan releases me and smiles at me but it doesn't reach up all the way.Â
âHeâs down here,â He says and I follow him down to where Elijah was when he was daggered.Â
At the thought of the Original my heart sinks. Itâs been three days since Iâve seen or heard from him. Each time I hear my phone ring a small part of me expects it to be him with his stupid posh accent telling me heâs sorry for ghosting me, but every time I answer itâs never him. Iâve tried to distract myself with hanging out with the girls, or Theo, and even the occasional phone call with Jenna who talks to me a lot now about the supernatural since we both learned about it recently. Bonnie and I have also been going through her deceased Gramâs grimoires and things to see if we can find anything on why my chest bled and then magically healed itself, but nothing comes up. Itâs disheartening but Bonnie says she wonât stop searching until sheâs found the reason. Our time together has made me realize just how good of a friend Bonnie is. Sheâs loyal and kind and sheâd fight for her friends until her dying breath. Which is sadly something she has already done once. I really like hanging out with her and her teaching me more about her world. I may not understand much about witches but itâs nice to see how excited she gets when she talks about it.Â
âAre you going to be good down here by yourself,â Stefan leans down to whisper to me.
âWhat,â I question now realizing heâs been talking this entire time.Â
âI have to go to the square to go speak to Elena but after Iâll be back. Just whatever he says, donât let him out. Ric should be here soon too. He can take your place when he gets here.â
I do a soldierâs salute and he rolls his eyes as he walks back upstairs. Leaving me and Grumpy down here by ourselves. The door that separates us is big and wooden with a small window that has three metal bars. I look through and frown when I see Damon scrunched up, sitting on the far side of the room.Â
âAre you going to eat me if I come in?â
âDrinking your blood would be a fate worse than death,â Damonâs scratchy voice speaks up after a moment.Â
I roll my eyes as I unlock the door and push it open, I quickly make my way inside and close it. I lean against the door and cross my arms as I look at the dying vampire in front of me.Â
âStefan really thought you of all people would be the one to talk me off the ledge,â Damon grunts out as he puts his head up to look at me.Â
âThatâs exactly what I said. I told him youâd be more likely to do it again after hearing me speak,â I laugh out.
Damonâs upper lip twitches for a moment and he lets out a strangled laugh, âYouâre not wrong.Â
Weâre both quiet for a moment before Damon speaks up again, âIâm going to die.â
I take a deep breath and sit down against the door mirroring Damon, âAt the moment, yes you are.â
Damon raises an eyebrow at me, âSo youâre not going to fill me with fairy tales about some special cure and that by tomorrow Iâll be fresh as a daisy?â
I shrug my shoulders, âIs that what you want me to do?â
Damon stares at me for a moment and then shakes his head, âNo, I donât.â
âAlright then. Works for me. You know, Stefan called me to try to talk you down because he thinks what you did was crazy. But⊠I understand why you did it.â
This captures Damonâs attention as he stares questioningly at me, âYou do?â
I nod as I play with a loose thread on my shirt, âYa. Youâre scared. And in pain. You think this is the only way out, but it isnât. And Iâm not saying that because of some magical cure. Iâm saying that because you still have time left to say your goodbyes and to be with those who actually care about you. Even though youâre an actual hellspawn. I know that this is scary, youâve been alive for over a century and now youâre facing mortality for the first time in years. I would be scared too.â
Damonâs jaw clenches and for a moment I think heâs mad but when I see him turn his head to stare at the wall next to him I realize heâs trying to hide his emotions.Â
âDamon you can stare at that wall all youâd like but I meant what I said.â
At the sound of footsteps, I stand up.Â
âRicâs here. Try not to be such an ass to him. Youâre kind of like his only friend,â When he doesnât make any noise about my joke I frown and start to unlatch the door, âIâm glad I met you, Damon. I donât tell a lot of people that, but itâs true. Thanks for bringing out a fire in me I didnât know I had.â
Damon says nothing and I quickly wipe a stray tear from my face as I open the door.
âIâm glad I met you too, Y/N. Even though youâre a pain in the ass,â I turn and make eye contact with Damon, and even though the room is dark, I swear I can see small tears building in his blue eyes, âI donât believe in next lives or whateverâŠbut if they somehow exist, I wouldnât mind meeting you again in that one, Pukey.â
I let out a small sob as I run over to the seated man and throw my arms over him. He lets out a grunt of surprise and after a moment he wraps his arms around me and I can feel the dampness from his tears on my shirt.
âIf you tell anyone about this Iâll kill you,â He tries to threaten but his voice comes out strained so it doesnât hold much punch.
âYa whatever, Demon.â
â
Itâs night by the time I get to the square for whatever movie night the townâs having. Elena asked me to come earlier since she says everyone needs a break from all the chaos that has happened. Iâm not excited to see how sheâs going to react to the news about Damon. But for now, Iâm grabbing my fluffy blanket and walking towards my friends and watching this stupid movie.
Jenna, Jeremy, Bonnie, and Caroline all sit together talking as I walk up behind them.Â
âHey guys,â I say and they all spin around to look at me. Bonnie and Jenna both send me warm smiles and waves, Caroline hops up and guides me over to the group talking my ear off already, and Jeremy tries to send me a smile but that dude looks like he would rather be anywhere else.Â
âWhat errand took you so long,â Caroline questions.
âOh, Theo just needed some help bringing back his football gear and stuff. I guess the coach has been bothering him to get it back for weeks since the season ended,â I say which isnât a total lie since I did do that after leaving the Salvatores.
âHow is Theo,â Jeremy asks.Â
Ever since the funeral Jeremy and Theo have been gaming together. When I asked Theo about it, he said he was doing it out of pity and that someone as cool as him wouldnât hang out with an emo like Jeremy. But after passing by Theoâs room and hearing him and Jeremy laugh and make fun of each other over call, I donât think Theo is really doing this out of pity anymore. After moving here and with everything that has happened with our parents itâs been hard for Theo to make friends. Even though he says otherwise. I know he has people to hang out with at school, but itâs all brainless jocks who probably donât even care to know my brotherâs favorite color. He needs a good friend like Jeremy in his life.Â
âTheoâs good. Even though he was pissy this morning because he says you cheated last night,â I admit to him as I sit down next to Jenna and Caroline.Â
Jeremy shoots me a look of disbelief, âI did not cheat! That jerk! Heâs the one who cheated,â Jeremy lifts up his phone and starts angrily texting someone. A someone, who Iâm guessing is my brother.
I look around noticing the absence of my best friend, âWhereâs Elena?â
They all look at each other wearily before Bonnie grabs my hand, âYou might want to prepare yourself for this.â
I look at her confused for a moment and whisper, âIs this about the Damon thing?â
âYou knew?!ââ
âWhat?â
âExcuse me?â
âBro!â
They all yell out and I raise my hands in surrender, âHey! Stefana and Demon made me keep quiet. They didnât want to stress anyone else out more.â
âHow long have you known,â Caroline asks me and I grimace, âLike⊠since Johnâs funeral.â
âY/N!â
âIâm sorry! Iâm sorry! It just wasnât my place to say.â
They think about this for a moment before nodding.
âElena went to go talk to Damon and Stefan is off trying to find a cure,â Bonnie says.
âLetâs hope he finds one in time.â
We all quiet down after a moment and go back to watching the movie, but 5 minutes later I feel a tap on my right shoulder.
I shoot Jenna a questioning look as she leans down to whisper to me, âAnything from Elijah?â
I just send her a small shake of my head and she returns it with a comforting smile and a squeeze to my shoulder, âHis loss then.â
Over the past few days of Jenna and I talking about the supernatural, weâve also been chatting about other things like school and relationships. It took me a while to open up but after I did I brought up Elijah. Talking to Jenna about Elijah, and everything thatâs happened with him has actually made me feel somewhat better. Jennaâs been more of a mother figure to me these past three days than my own mother has in almost 18 years.Â
Out of the corner of my eye, Jeremy quickly stands up, capturing all of our attention.Â
He hangs up the phone and turns back to us with a nervous look, âDamon escaped and Elena wasnât there yet so Ric thinks heâs coming here to see her. Ric says the bite is making him hallucinate so heâs not himself right now.â
âFantastic,â I mutter to myself and Jenna slightly elbows me and shoots me a disapproving look.Â
âIf Damon is off the rails, there is nothing you can do to stop him. Let us take care of it,â Bonnie gestures towards herself, and Caroline and I want to groan at this. Itâs really starting to piss me off how the supernaturals keep pushing us humans away every time we want to help. Just because we donât have super strength or heal within a split second doesnât mean weâre useless. Â
âYou keep doing this! You left me behind before, and guess what, Elena was still killed,â Jeremy exclaims to his girlfriend, âIâm going to find my sister. You go ahead and try to stop me. Y/N, Jenna, you with me?âÂ
Jenna instantly nods and I shoot a look at Bonnie and Caroline before walking towards Jeremy, âLetâs go.â
â
âThere he is!âÂ
I follow behind Jeremy as we see a wounded Damon staring off into space. Jenna left a while ago to go find Ric, leaving Little Gilbert and I to try to find Elena. âDamon,â Jeremy tries catching the attention of the delusional vamp and I watch with caution.Â
âWhereâs Elena? I need to see Elena now,â He frantically says and I send him a smile as Jeremy walks closer to him.
âHey, letâs get you out of here first, alright,â Jeremy grabs Damon, who instantly falls into his arms. I go to the vampireâs other side and grab his arms trying to help Jeremy with the deadweight.Â
After a bunch of odd stares and murmurs from passersby, we finally get Damon through the crowd and into the empty Grill.
Jeremy drops Damon off at a table and goes to tell Ric where we are. Iâm still holding onto Damon's arm as I watch Jere, but turn around when I feel Damon do the same. And I freeze.
âY/n, move I donât want to hurt you,â Sheriff Forbes stands in front of us holding her gun and pointing at Damon.Â
I go to try to reason to her but Damon flashes away, spooking Liz and all I hear is the sound of a gun and a piercing in my left arm.Â
âOh god,â Liz looks at me for a moment in shock but when she looks behind me her features go straight to fear.Â
A strangled sob escapes my mouth as I watch Jeremy fall to the floor, his once-grey shirt turning red, as blood spills from his chest.Â
âWhat the hell did you do,â I scream at Liz as I run over to Jeremy with tears in my eyes.
 I strip off my sweatshirt and place it over his bleeding chest.
âCome on Jeremy, youâre going to be alright,â I sob, âYouâre going to be alright Jere,â
Another sob comes from my mouth as Jeremyâs shaking hand grabs mine for comfort.Â
âI know this hurts but I have to keep pressure on it, okay. Youâre going to be just fine.â
I can hear Liz call for paramedics as she tries to move my hands so she can hold down the sweatshirt.
âDonât you dare,â I snarl at her and she sits back.
âJeremyâŠHey! Jere,â I shake my head as he closes his eyes.Â
Bonnie and Caroline rush up to us and Caroline gently sets me back so she can try to help Jeremy. I sit there with silent sobs as I watch Bonnie tell Caroline that Jeremyâs ring won't bring him back since the sheriff is human.Â
Caroline bites into her wrist and places it onto Jeremyâs mouth, âGo on, Jeremy. Drink.â
âWhat are you doing,â The sheriff questions her daughter even though she is not the one who should be speaking at all right now.Â
âIâm helping him.â
I sit there with tears in my eyes as Jeremy doesnât wake up and I know itâs because heâs dead. The others must realize this too because they all sit back with sobs of their own. The sound of a door opening captures my attention and I look up to see Ric and Jenna staring over at us.
âBonnie whatâs wrong,â Ric asks as he and Jenna run over to us. As soon as they see Jeremy though they halt. Jenna instantly falls to her knees crying and I crawl over to her ignoring the shooting pain in my arm. I grab her into my arms and she instantly latches to me and sobs into my shoulder.Â
âI know what I need to do,â Bonnie says aloud as she stands, âI need you to grab him. T-Take him with us.â
âNo, no, no, no. You canât move him. This is a crime scene,â Liz tries denying which has me wanting to smack her. Jeremyâs dead all because of a prejudice she has.
âMom, just let them go,â Caroline tells her mother and Liz stands up so Ric can grab Jeremyâs body.
âOkay. Alright, come here, buddy. I got you,â Ric says and I hug Jenna tighter.
â-
Bonnie sits in front of us chanting over Jeremyâs body. Candles around us burn hotter as Bonnie shakes her head, âNo.â
âWhat? What is it,â Ric asks.
âTheyâre angry at me for coming back here. They donât wanna help.â
I shake my head in denial.
 âWell, they have to.â
Bonnie looks at Jeremy with tears in her eyes, âThey said thereâll be consequences.â
âWell, heâs just a kid. Tellâem to shut up.â
Bonnie continues chanting and the witch house starts to shake.
âEmily! I know youâre there. Please help me. I love him.â
Jenna, Ric, and I watch in silent horror as everything stops and Jeremy is still lifeless. Bonnie cries holding him and Jenna crawls over to her dead nephew.Â
I look down at Jeremy and let out a sob of relief as I see him flutter his eyes open.Â
I sigh deeply as I watch Jenna and Bonnie hug Jeremy.Â
âY/N?â
I turn to Ric who is staring at my arm, I watch as he slowly lifts his fingers and touches my shirt. I fight the urge to groan in annoyance as I look at the fresh blood on his fingers.Â
âAnyone want to take me to the hospital?â
â
âOK, so it appears youâve lost quite a bit of blood,â The doctor tells me as he tapes gauze over the gunshot wound on my shoulder. I have a gunshot wound. I was shot. What the hell?! Somehow the bullet that killed Jeremy went right through the upper part of my shoulder.Â
Ric and Jenna had dropped me off about an hour ago. They insisted on staying, but I told them my mother would be here soon and they should get back to Jeremy.Â
âWeâre going to have to give you some blood. Do you happen to know what youâre blood type is? It appears that on your medical records, your mother and fatherâs blood types are listed but yours isnât.â
I shake my head, âIâve never had to get blood drawn before so I donât know.âÂ
The doctor nods, âThatâs fine. We would give you the universal donor blood but for some reason, weâve had a shortage in blood lately,â I nod along as if I donât know exactly why that is, âBut weâll take some of your blood and do a test then find out what your type is.â
I nod and thank him.
âWe called your mother but it seems she canât get out of work and your father didnât answer. Is there anyone else youâd like to call to be with you?â
My heart hurts as I think about how both my parents couldnât bother to come to see their own daughter in the hospital, âUm...no thank you. Iâm alright.â
The doctor sends me a smile, but he looks almost as hurt about my parents not being here as I am. Tell me about it man. I watch silently as he takes a vial of my blood, tells me heâll have my results soon, and then leaves.Â
Great who the hell is going to drive me home?
â
Iâm awoken by a small shake to my uninjured shoulder. I squint my eyes to see the doctor from before looking down at me wearily.Â
At this, I try to sit up but waves of pain stop me.
âDonât move sweetheart itâll just rip open your stitches,â The doctor gently pushes me back down. But the look on his face makes me nervous.
âIs everything ok,â I question.Â
The doctor is silent before he shows me a blood bag, âI was able to find a match for you, but⊠your blood type is Type B,â His tone and words confuse me. Wouldnât he be relieved he was able to find me blood?
âI donât understand,â I shake my head in confusion.
âI donât know if I should be telling you this without a parent present. I could be fired,â He says to himself as if heâs fighting some internal battle.Â
âPlease⊠what are you talking about?â
The doctor places a hand on my shoulder and frowns at me, âYour motherâs blood type is Type A, and your fatherâs is Type O,â At the confusion still clearly on my face he sighs, âGenetically those two blood types combinations can only produce Type A and O children. SoâŠâ
My entire world seems to come down crashing on top of me as he finishes his sentence.
âYou canât be related, biologically, to your father.â
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Irresistible {3} || CL16
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader Summary: What was once heaven turns to hell with the unexpected arrival of a new house guest. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, cheating, kind of taboo (future stepbrother) WC: 4K F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four
It was late by the time Charles entered your room and slipped into the bed. You had retreated to your room after washing the dishes from dinner, silently passing each one to Charles to dry. When there was nothing left to tidy, he sighed and decided he couldnât delay the call that was inevitable.
âAre you awake?â he asked quietly as he curled his body around yours.
âNo.â
You felt his smile on your shoulder before he rolled you over to face him and brushed the hair back that fell over your face. âI think I made a mistake.â
It felt like a cruel joke but you had heard his raised voice through the walls, but the French had meant nothing to you. You were certain that after one argument he was cutting things off but you asked anyway, âWhyâs that?â
âBecause I donât want to be in a relationship with her.â He pressed his forehead to yours and the breath you had been holding was released with a relieved sigh. âAnd she wants to come to the first races too now.â
You pulled back to see the pained look in his eyes and realised you had relaxed prematurely. âI thought you said she wouldnât go to many.â
âShe usually wouldnât, but with the new race schedule it falls right into her school summer break.â
You huffed at the idea of having to share him and watch as she got to publicly flaunt him. Okay, maybe you were a little jealous - but it didnât change anything because he could never be yours. âDoes she suspect anything between us?â
âI am living with a beautiful woman that I am not related to, of course she is suspicious,â he stated with a nonchalant shrug. âBut she wonât outright ask or she would have to give up on the idea that we are perfect for each other.â
Your fingers traced the shape of his beard that was due to be shaved again and your shoulders bounced with a quiet laugh. âLook at you, you have it all figured out.â
For a second his amusement faded away and vulnerability set in as he looked at your laced fingers resting on his chest. âYou havenât changed your mind about coming with me, have you?â His words were whispered like he was afraid of the answer.
âI donât think I could if I wanted to,â you admitted seriously, before a teasing smirk lightened the atmosphere. âI think I would miss you too much, or a certain part of you.â
âAh, of course,â he chuckled, grateful for the answer and a distraction, âyou only want me for my dick.â
You ran your hand down his bare chest until it met the fabric of the grey sweatpants he wore and teased over his crotch. âI was thinking about your tongue but I would miss this too.â
âI feel used, really, I do,â he huffed but his cock began to stir beneath your palm despite the joking words. âI am just an object to you.â
âYes, you are, but you are a pretty one,â you added with the sultry smile that always set his blood alight. âSo are you going to let me use you?â
He grinned as he easily pulled you over his body to straddle his waist. âAlways, ma biche.â
Lockdown: Week Sixteen
âHey Daveed, sorry about the stairs,â you apologised as you ordered yet another heavy item online knowing there wasnât an elevator in the building.
It was an odd world that you found yourself in. You knew the delivery driver by name now, but you still hadnât seen the bottom half of his face beneath the mask.
âWhat have you brought now?â Charles asked from the couch as he sent a wave to Daveed.
âIâll show you if you help me move it.â
Curious, he got up and gently moved you aside so he could pick it up himself, his biceps testing the tensile strength of his shirt sleeves. âWhere am I putting it?â
You rushed around the couch and moved the coffee table that was covered with your puzzle magazines before pointing to the space made. âIâll get the scissors.â
Charles watched his floor space change from hardwood boards to the fluffiest shag pile rug he had ever seen. Everywhere he looked there was evidence of a woman in his home and he had to admit he loved walking into each room and seeing it.
You starfished on the rug after unrolling it and sighed happily at how soft and fluffy it was beneath you. âLay with me,â you ordered Charles when you opened your eyes to find you smiling down at you.
Dropping down beside you, he stared up at the ceiling and stretched out, sliding his arm under your head. He ran his fingers through the soft material before those same fingers ran down your sleeve and pulled you closer to kiss your temple. âItâs perfect.â
The doorbell buzzed and you both looked at each other wondering who it could be. There wasnât anything else that had been ordered and it wasnât as if anyone could just pop around for a visit with the lockdown still under enforcement. You were still frowning at each other when the bell rang again, followed by a shrill call that made Charles stiffen.
âItâs Charlotte.â
You sat up in an instant and all but ran down the hall to your room, quickly snatching Charlesâ pillow and tossing it into his room with the other random pieces of clothes that littered your floor. The security chain scraped open before the deadlock was unbolted and you scanned his room to see if there was anything of yours there but luckily most activity had been kept to your space. You hadnât wanted to sleep in the bed he shared with her, that was about your limit in your morally grey code of ethics.
âUh, hey, what are you doing here?â Charles asked as he opened the door, his shoulders blocking your view from the hall.
âI thought you would be happier to see me after four months,â Charlotte murmured as she walked around him and into the apartment. She was perceptive of all the changes and was obviously not impressed by them as she set her suitcase down. âMy travel exemption came through today.â
Charles frowned at the large luggage bag but recovered enough to kiss her when she leant in. Your exemption had been emailed to him a few days ago so everything was set to go to Austria in two weeks time but that didnât help him understand why his girlfriend had arrived at his place with the bag. âAre you going somewhere?â
âI figured since I was allowed to travel I would stay here, with you, until we fly out. I can finish my assignment here and we can catch up on lost time.â
Your stomach knotted at the thought but she had put Charles in a position that made an argument almost impossible.
âI would love that, but isn't it a little insensitive to Y/N? I donât want her feeling like a third wheel in her own home.â
âThis isnât her home.â Charlotte rolled her eyes and you took a step back behind the wall as she looked around for you. âYou said sheâs just a guest you canât get rid of because your mum asked nicely.â
You swallowed down the angry words that clawed at your throat and had to watch as Charles wrapped her in his arms, to comfort her.
Your silent steps retreated back to your room and you closed the door before you could hear anything more. Collapsing on your bed feeling displaced, you could smell Charlesâ cologne clinging to the sheets and resorted to stripping the bedding off. Not willing to risk being caught in any small talk, you mounded the pile of sheets and duvet covers in the corner of your room and pulled a pair of noise cancelling headphones over your ears.
You drifted in and out of sleep all afternoon, waking once to decline dinner, telling Charles that you werenât hungry through the locked door, despite the loud growls coming from your stomach. When you woke again night had set in and it was dark outside your window. The growls had turned to cramps and you couldnât ignore the need for food any longer.
Thankfully the apartment was silent when you emerged from your room and crept down the hall. You could walk the whole house blindfolded if you needed, you knew because it had been a game you played with Charles a few times out of boredom, but you turned a small lamp on in the living room. The soft glow was enough to see in the kitchen and you found a note on the fridge door.
You smiled at the thought of Charles saving a plate for you and grabbed it from inside the fridge. It smelt delicious as you warmed it up in the microwave but one mouthful had to dumping it in the bin. Though your back was to the hall you could feel his presence like the kiss of the sun on your skin and you placed the empty plate in the sink to wash it.
âYou should be asleep.â
His steps were quiet across the floor before his hands found your waist and his lips brushed over your nape before he whispered, âCanât sleep without you.â
You turned away from the sink to face him but whatever command you were thinking of to send him back to his girlfriend was lost when he kissed you. You could taste the apology on his tongue, feel the regret in his touch as his hand slipped beneath your shirt and danced along your spine.
âIâm sorry, I didnât know she was going to show up here.â
His forehead rested against yours and his eyes closed when he felt your hands come to rest on his neck, your fingers feeling his pulse race beneath them. The silence was heavy as he waited for you to say something but you werenât going to dwell on what you couldnât change.
âYou should be apologising for the pasta, I nearly broke a tooth.â
Charles stepped back with a quiet laugh and combed his fingers through his hair. âYou know I am not good at cooking.â
âThat wasnât cooking, it was uncooked,â you corrected him with a smile. âAre you hungry?â
He nodded, having missed your cooking and took a seat on the bench where he could watch you quickly bring a delicious meal together. He never understood how you could do that, how you could look at what was in the fridge and the pantry and create a dish in your head. When he looked all he saw were the individual ingredients but you saw the potential each piece had, it amazed him every time.
The minutes quickly passed and it was effortless to chat with whispered voices while you worked, a complete dichotomy from how his evening with Charlotte went. Conversation with her had felt forced, like he was talking to a stranger, and he had asked how the weather was twice just to fill the awkward silence.
He barely even heard your words, recounting a humorous camping trip with your father where he forgot nearly all of the food. But you had managed to survive for three days inventing new ways to eat sausages. You paused when Charles didnât laugh at something he should have found funny but he was staring at your lips in a daze.
âAre you okay?â you asked with a wave in front of his face.
He snapped out of whatever trance he was in and you thought maybe he had been falling asleep standing up. You nearly jumped when he suddenly pulled you into his arms and buried his face in your neck. âI love you.â You could feel his smile on your skin before he kissed the column of your neck, whispering it over and over as he made his way to your lips. âI love you.â
Your palms met his chest and gently pushed him back as you wriggled from his hold.
âWhat?â he asked, suddenly nervous and self conscious.
âYouâre just having this revelation now? At,â you checked the time on the oven, â1:11 in the morning while your girlfriend is asleep in your bed.â
âI mean, Iâve kind of known it since the day we metâŠâ He scratched the back of his neck and shrugged apologetically. âI think I loved you the moment you called me a bad driver.â
You balled up your fist and punched him in the shoulder. âYou could have told me sooner.â
His forehead crumpled in confusion as he rubbed his arm. âWhat? Why?â
Stepping back into his personal space, you rose on your toes so you could kiss the corner of his downturned lips. âBecause I love you too.â
His smile could have lit up the whole city and it made the unexpected arrival of Charlotte a little easier to bear. It was almost romantic eating dinner with a single candle burning on the table, if it wasnât for the knowledge that there was an unwanted house guest in the next room. You probably should have eaten in silence to make sure it went undisturbed, there was always more you wanted to know about each other. Sixteen weeks together brought a lot of insight into the otherâs psyche but there was still over 20 years of history to learn.
âDid Peter teach you to cook?â
Your laugh was a little too loud in the dead of the night and you shook your head. âHe can only cook a steak, and you donât get a say in how you want it either - itâs always extra well done.â You took a sip of the wine Charles had poured and giggled at the thought of your father teaching you to cook. âThere was this old woman who did the payroll at dadâs work and after mum left Betty helped step in for all the âgirlyâ stuff. Make-up, cooking, boys.â
The corner of Charlesâ lips kicked up in a smirk as he sat back in his chair and sighed happily with a full stomach and contentment he had missed all evening. âI imagine you were already a natural when it came to boys.â
You mirrored his amusement and leaned your head on his shoulder when he draped his arm over the back of your chair. âOf course, one insult and I had them wrapped around my finger,â you joked.
âWorked with me.â
âBut youâre weird.â
Footsteps padded down the hall and you sat up before Charlotte arrived wearing a shirt of Charlesâ. She froze as she found the cosy scene and the sleepy haze lifted from her face. âWhat is this?â
You smiled and reached for the bottle of wine to refill your glass. âI was hungry, sorry, didnât mean to wake you. Would you like to join us?â
She looked at the clock and you were surprised to see it was almost 3am. Time always seemed to slip by unnoticed when you were with Charles, he was captivating that way.
âNo, thank you,â she politely declined as she held a hand out to Charles. âWe are going back to bed.â
Charles let her lead him from the room but he looked over his shoulder with a pout and mouthed âI love youâ before saying aloud, âsweet dreams.â
You smiled as you mouthed the words back and promised, âI will.â
That was the last stolen moment alone. Charlotte seemed to sleep lighter and followed Charles everywhere he went in the apartment. He couldnât even stream alone in his office, her ever present shadow was there in the background to gate keep him from you. At night, their arguments would keep you awake and your French understanding grew to know nearly every swear word they used.Â
You could see the misery in the dark bags beneath Charles' eyes each morning at breakfast. Though he no longer sat beside you, there was one perk to facing him with the table Charlotte used as a barrier between you. Warmth ran up your leg and you fought not to react to Charlesâ touch, it wasnât much but it was his quiet reassurance that everything would be okay.
Lockdown: Week Seventeen
You woke to a screech and rolled over to bury your head under your pillow. Unfortunately you werenât able to block out her voice as it grew louder to the point she was yelling. Tossing your blankets back, you draped a robe around your shoulders and swept out of the room with a mission to find out why your sleep had been disturbed.
âCharles, can you please remind her what an inside voice is?â you asked quietly as you took a seat with him at his piano, watching the angry young woman pace around the living room.
âYou live like a pig!â Charlotte growled as she picked up his dirty plate left on the coffee table. âAnd how hard is it to put the toilet seat down?â
You cast a side eye at Charles to see him struggling to hold a smirk in check. He was clearly enjoying himself but you were confused since he had always put the toilet seat down before, and cleaned up after himself.
âWhy are there so many cushions in this place?â Her rant continued as she picked up the floral pieces you had scattered across the couch to bring colour to the room.
âI like cushions,â you answered her rhetorical question, drawing her attention to your presence.
âI know exactly what you like,â she sneered as her eyes darted to Charles before she stormed out of the room, dropping the plate in the kitchen sink as she passed.
âWhere are you going?â Charles asked as he made to follow, sending a kiss your way.
âHome!â
You dropped onto the couch, enjoying the way your body sunk into the soft cushions, and listened to the rant continue while Charlotte packed her suitcase. You had to bite one pillow when Charles made a weak attempt to change her mind but then she was wheeling her luggage out the door.
Unfortunately her departing words left you little hope as she promised, âIâll meet you at the airport.â
The door closed behind her and Charles leaned his back against it with a sigh. You cocked a brow at him before he slid the deadbolt home and all but jumped over the back of the couch, pinning you under his body.
âFinally, I have you all to myself,â he hummed happily against your lips but you tugged his hair back so he could see the confusion on your face. âWhat? I missed you.â
âYou planned all that?â
He shrugged and dipped his head to capture your lips that left you needing more of his kisses and less of his clothes. âI was hoping she was going to break up with me, but Iâll keep working on that. PR canât be mad at me if itâs her choice.â
You combed your fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands that were in need of a trim again. âBut what happens next? Theyâll just set you up with another woman that fits their image for you.â
He shook his head adamantly and pressed his forehead to yours. âIâm done with that. Iâll tell them I need to focus on my career or something to get them off my back. Thereâs only one woman I want, Bambi.â
You tried not to let his promise affect you but the butterflies in your stomach turned to a burn across your cheeks and you buried your face in his neck. His deep laugh reverberated from his chest as he kissed your temple and started to climb off you.
âHey, where do you think you are going?â you asked as his weight was lifted from you.
âI was going to bed,â he said with a smirk as he started to walk towards the hall. âComing, ma biche?â
The cushions went flying as you scrambled to your feet and raced after him. It felt as if the universe had righted itself when you closed your door behind you and found Charles stretched across your bed. For a moment you just leaned back and enjoyed the view that you had missed, but only for a moment - you had better ideas on how to spend your time.Â
âYouâre wearing too many clothes,â you pointed out.
âWhy donât you come and change that?â he challenged with a smirk. Making himself comfortable, he tucked his hands behind his head but the movement tugged the bottom of his shirt up to tease you with the deep V lines you wanted to run your tongue along.
âWith pleasure.â You untied your robe and let the material fall to the floor before you stalked him down and reached for his sweatpants. You dragged the soft cloth down and he lifted his hips to make it easier, not that it would have stopped you.
You dipped your head down, grazing your teeth over his hip bone and goosebumps prickled across his skin. His breath caught in his chest as the tingling feeling spread over his body and he chuckled at the sight of it. It was a reaction he had never had with anyone else, there was no one else who could possibly elicit such a feeling with just one touch.Â
âFuck,â he shuddered breathlessly when you lashed your tongue along one V line. He could feel your breath warm on his cock before it cooled as you climbed higher and he groaned at the smirk on your lips. You were playing with him.Â
âBe patient,â you warned as you grabbed his shirt and tugged it up his chest.Â
âItâs been 9 days, Bambi,â he gasped when you nipped his nipple before easing the sharp pain with your tongue.
âExactly.â You peeked up his body from under your lashes and enjoyed the strained look on his face, his brows pinched together and his hands in fists behind his head. He was struggling not to take control and bury himself in you. âI have to make up for lost time.â
You pushed him to his limit as you nipped and sucked your way across his body from his neck to his thighs. âPlease, ma biche,â he finally whined as his hard cock pulsed with the need to feel your wet warmth.Â
âSince you asked so nicelyâŠâ You sealed your lips around the swollen tip and hummed in delight at the taste of him. There wasnât a word that could describe it but it was an aphrodisiac of the highest strength. Need grew to a throb between your legs and your eyes fluttered shut as you clenched your thighs together.Â
A deep groan had your eyes opening and you found a wild look in Charlesâ before he reached for your arms. You let him guide you up his body thinking he was going to spear you down on his cock but he shuffled down the bed and positioned you over his face. âMy turn, mon amour.âÂ
Your fingers clutched at the headboard as his tongue expertly found all the spots that made you see stars. Like you, he hadnât forgotten how to drive you wild in the long days since Charlotteâs arrival.Â
âPlease, Charles,â you begged as he teased around your clit, keeping you dancing on the precipice of oblivion. He teased and he teased until a growl of frustration tore from you lips and you combed your fingers into his hair so you could grind your hips over his face, taking what you needed from him.Â
Satisfied and smiling, you were flipped onto your back and Charles chuckled as he kissed his way up your body. âThat was rude.â
âYou love it,â you fired back with an equally daring smirk that fell away when your lips parted with a soft gasp as he thrust his hips forward and buried himself inside you.
âFuck, I do,â he agreed with a moan. His breath heated your neck as he kissed your racing pulse, caressing your skin with his lips until he reached yours. âI love you.â
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The Dragon and the Wolf (II)
You had been betrothed to Cregan stark at the start of the war. He was the noble and honourable stark that he was he supported your mother claim without restraint. So much so your mother saw it fit to betroth the two of you. So when disaster strikes and you and your younger brother are the only two survivors, you a shipped of north in your grief, leaving only Cregan to heal your wounds.
word count: 3,384
CW: MDI, 18+, SMUT, loss of viriginity, p in v, oral (f reciving), fluff, slight angst, depression, dependancy. not proofread!
Cregan Strak x Veleryon(strong)!reader
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âI have to go to kings landingâ you started as you walked into Creganâsâ solar. It had been a week since the letter announcing your younger brother Viserys return, and you had not stopped asking to go.
âAnd you shallâ Cregan spoke, looking up from his papers, âbut after we are wedâ
You were set to marry in a matter of days. You understood the need to be wed before leaving and yet waiting to see your brother after believing he was dead was pure torture.
You were desperate to see him, all you wanted was to hug him once more and tell him how sorry you were.
But duty came first.
The lords of the north were growing angsty with how long it was taking for you and Cregan to marry.
The alliance between your houses was sure to benefit the north, and until you were married, said agreements and benefits had yet to happen. And with the winter approaching the lords were growing antsy.
âof course,â you looked down, nervously playing with your fingers. âI am just eager to see my brothers and with the journey set to take a month-â
âI understand, I do, but my hands are tiedâ he interrupted, looking at you with understanding, âI promise, the day after our wedding we will leaveâ
âperhaps we could take Silverwing?â you asked hopeful, the journey would take around a day, if they rode fast, at the most three days.
âi- im not-â
âI promise its safe, and you have ridden Silverwing before.â He had, on your first visit to Winterfell. He had been hesitant then too, but you had somehow manged to drag him onto Silverwing and flown around the north for hours.
âaye, but this would be differentâ he said rubbing the back of his neck, âyour brother has sent a letterâŠrequesting me to become hand of the kingâ
you smiled âso we would be staying?â
âyesâŠthis also means I will be having to take a large number of my household, and⊠though Sara shall act as the lady of Winterfell in my stead, once you are with child you willâŠhave to returnâŠwithout me, and take over the ruling of Winterfell until I am released as handâ
you were at a loss for words, this past moon you had felt lighter, the days of rotting in your bed, finding no reason to get up, having no energy to eat.
The empty hollowness you had felt for months on end has been filled, all with the help of Cregan. And now to find out that the second you got pregnant you would be shipped of and most likely never be able to return to your brothers.
You knew that there should always be a stark in Winterfell, and that their children would rule it one day, but you did not want to live in Winterfell without him.
You relied on him, in a near unhealthy way. You were often with him, in the library, or in his solar. You had already taken on the duties as Lady of Winterfell. You had liked having responsibilities, found you were good at it. But the main part of it that you liked, was that it was all with him. The friendship you once had had returned, though with trepidation as you had a first still felt empty.
You still felt the loss of your twin. Your other half. Without him you feared you would always feel incomplete, and yet Cregan had somehow manged to fill the void the death of your twin, of Luke and Joffrey.
You felt like you could so easily love him, but now. Now a part of you resented putting this off for so long, only to know discover that you time with Cregan may be a few months or stolen moments every year.
Your mind went back to last week.
You had spent the day in each otherâs company, sat in his solar as he answered letters, and you had read.
The comfort you had found with him was like no other, sitting in each otherâs company. Not talking for hours and yet you felt content.
And now to learn that you may not feel the presence of him for moons on end, perhaps even years.
âI would like to stay with you, stay in kings landingâ you spoke in determination, âI will not become the wife of an absent husbandâ
âI would not be-â
âyou would sent me a thousand leagues away! So yes that makes you an absent husband!â you shook your head âI-I understand how important being hand is, how much Egg looks up to you, and I will not ask you to refuse the offer butâŠbut I need you.â you said tearily, âwithout you I willâŠI will only find that hollowness I felt for moons, the sadness will return without you toâŠto comfort me, to hold me and cherish me. I cannot be alone, I may rely on you a little too much, but I cannot bear toâŠâ you were crying now, you knew in some sense it was manipulating, but everything you had said was true. The sadness would return, he offered you the perfect reasons for you to find a purpose, a reason to wake up in the morning.
A part of you hated that you relied on another for a purpose, but all the things that once filled you with joy, with purpose, now filled you with sadness and hate.
And now, Cregan had been the thing you found some sense of joy in, and you were excited to marry him, but now part of you dreaded it, not wanting to part from him.
He stood up from his desk moving around to you and pulling you into a hug.
Cregan was a very affection person, always holding your hand or pulling you into a hug away from prying eyes.
âCreganâ you mumbled into his chest, as he stroked your hair.
âi will not send you away if you truly do not want to, butâŠI know the pain kings landing gives you and I do not want to ask you to spend years in the place of your tormentâ he said, pulling back from you slight to hold your face, âbut⊠the babe must be born and raised hereâ
âI know, and I love that you do not wish for me to live in the place of such pain for me, but before⊠before the-the warâŠI loved the red keep andâŠI love my brothers enough to stay thereâ you mumbled, âIf you promise not to stay the hand forever then I shall go to Winterfell if I fall pregnant during your time as hand, but i- I do not wish to be apart form you for too longâ
He smiled as you said that, âhow about we talk about this when the times comes, hmm?â you smiled, reaching up to place a small kiss on his cheek.
You nodded your head, stepping back from him. âi-I hope you know that I doâŠthat Iâ you were stumbling over your words unsure of what to say to him. You had somehow over the course of the past moon, returned to your shy nervous self, blushing in his presence, and stumbling over your words.
âyes?â he asked smiling curiously.
âI⊠I feel a lot better lately, and it is thanks to youâŠI truly care for you and I think that I mightâŠâ you looked down nervously, unsure of if you should tell him your feelings.
âI can tellâ he said before you could finish your sentence âyou seem to much happier, the light in your eyes has returned and iâŠI want you to know that I feel the sameâ he blushed, âI look forward to marry you, and I hope you do alsoâ
You nodded smiling, as you stepped back and you both continued going about your own duties, enjoying the solace of each others company.
The day of the wedding had finally come. The lords of the north had all gathered at Winterfell. The halls now full of bustling bodies, the maids running about nonstop to fulfil all their duties.
You and Cregan had been forced to spend the last day and night apart, with the north believing it to be bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other the day before the wedding.
You had instead spent the day with Sara.
âI had hoped my sisters would make itâ you said sadly as she laced up your dress.
âwe still have time, they may yet arriveâ she said, trying to build your spirits.
Your grandsire Corlys had arrived the day before, fulfilling his long-term promise to walk you down the aisle.
You had always been close to your grandsire, with him always saying how similar to his wife you had looked.
âgranddaughterâ you heard him say as he had entered the room, smiling as he saw the sea horses embroidered on your dress.
âgrandsireâ you smiled in greeting, moving over to kiss his cheek. âdo you have any news on Balea or Rhaena?â you asked hopeful.
He smiled slyly, before moving aside and allowing Balea and Rhaena to walk into the room.
âyouâre here!â you had said in disbelief..
âof course, we wouldnât miss your weddingâ Baele spoke pulling you into a hug.
They had both been married themselves recently, Baela to Alyn, Corlys newly appointed heir, and Rhaena to Corwyn Corbray.
âare your husbands here?â
âyes, there both with Cregan I believe,â Rhaena said, moving to take over from Sara as she finished lacing up your dress.
âyou look beautiful, sisterâ Balea said, smiling kindly. âAre you nervous?â
âshould I be?â you asked nervously.
âdo you care for him?â
You looked over at sara, as she gave you a teasing smile. She knew of your feelings for Cregan, and it seemed from that look alone your sisters to know knew.
âyesâ
âthen you have nothing to worry aboutâ
âwhat of theâŠâyou looked over at Corlys to see his looking slightly uncomfortable, âthe nightâ you whispered.
âyou have been betrothed for years and you have neverâŠ?â
âno!â the question shocked you, your mother had always been insistent on you waiting for marriage, saying she didnât want you to make the same choice she had.
ânever even kissed?â Sara asked shocked.
You shook you head.
âno! Iâve only ever kissedâŠ.â You wouldnât say his name, it hurt to much. The betrayal you had felt, how you had almost given him everything. Though you were glad you never had with Aemond, for you loved Cregan. At least you think you do. âahhâ Balea almost flinched.
âit hurts the first time, but afterâŠit can be very niceâ Sara spoke, whispering.
âand Cregan is a good man, he likes youâŠperhaps even loves you. He will be gentleâ she said, though grimacing slightly at talking about her brother in such a way.
Corlys coughed awkwardly, moving to interrupt their whispered conversation. Â âit is almost timeâ he said, softly moving towards you.
âwe better hurry up thenâ you said, motioning for Sara to start your hair.
Balea, Rhaena and sara had all left once you were fully ready. Leaving you and Corlsys alone.
âyou are a visionâ he said, as you took his arm. You started to walk through the halls of Winterfell.
you wore a dress as white as snow. With a full skirt and long flowy sleeves covered in a lace pattern.
You wore you hair down, bar tow braids at the top your head that joined at the back. Though your hair was hidden behind a lace veil, lace that matched your sleeves. Your face was covered, though it wouldnât be for long, as you soon approached the gods woods.
âwho comes before the old gods this day?â asked the northern lord officiating the wedding, as you entered the gods woods.
ây/n, of house Veleryon, She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods. Who comes to claim her?â
âCreagan, of house stark, lord of Winterfell and Warden of the north. Who gives her?â
âCorlsy, of house Veleryon, lord of the tides and of Driftmark, her grandsire.â
âprincess Y/n, do you take this man?â
âI take this manâ
âlord Cregan, do you take this womanâ
âI take this womanâ
âThen I pronounce you man and wife, before the old gods and the newâ
You smiled at him, before reaching up and taking his lips in yours. The kiss was short and short, but caused you both to blush as cheers resounded throughout the wedding guests.
âI believe it is time for a feast!â Cregan announced as the lords and ladies cheered in response.
The feast was grand, though much different from the ones you had grown up with. It was loud and bawdy, with the lords all drunk and even singing northern tunes.
You and Cregan had kept to yourself, eating your food and talking between one another.
You had been enjoying yourself, enjoying the first few hours of marital bliss.
And then the bedding was called.
You had forgotten about the tradition.
The bride and groom escorted to their chamber. The groom by the woman, there clothes pulled of them, the bride escorted by the men, often groped and fully naked by the time they reached their chambers.
Feared courses through you as lord Bolton declared it time for a bedding.
âthere will be no bedding!â Cregan boomed, as the men started to approach you.
The room seemed to flinch as the anger in his tone, âmy wife will be touched by no one bar me! Anyone who lays a hand on her against her will, will have it cut off!â
You looked at him with shock, it was, grateful he was doing the right thing and saving you from a night of groping.
He reached his hand out to you as he guided you to your now shared chambers alone.
She had never been in Creganâs chambers before, they were large. Though not as big as her chambers had been on Dragonstone. The room was mostly bare, having been mostly packed up for their journey tomorrow. It was warm, much warmer than her room in the tower had been. With a blazing fire, and dozens of blankets. The walls were filled with tapestries and the floor with rugs. Not a single wall or part of the floor was bare, allowing the room to be encased in more warmth.
âwifeâ Cregan spoke, capturing your attention. He moved towards you, his eyes heated as he gazed at you.
âHusbandâ you breathed back as he now stood before you.
He reached up to caress your face, his lips nearing yours. You shared a breath, before you both pounced.
Your lips modelled together in a heated, passionate kiss. He pushed you on the bed, your body bouncing from impact, he quickly moved over you, connecting your lips once more as he started to take of his and your clothes, never once breaking the kiss.
âgodsâ he moaned at the sight of your bare tits. He kissed your lips quickly before moving down to your breasts and roughly taking them into his mouth.
You moaned as he licked and sucked at your tits. He alternated between the two, savouring in your moans and whimpers.
Your gripped his hair, tugging softly at each flick of his tongue.
âyou lick that?â he asked teasingly, as he let go of your nipple with a pop.
You nodded your head, whimpering slightly at him stopping.
He chuckled, âgoodâ he said before, moving off the bed and resting on his knees âthen youâll love thisâ he said, as he slid the rest of your dress of you, and buried himself between your thighs.
He teasingly licked your folds, causing you to whimper.
Your gripped his hair, grinding your thighs into his face, trying to get him to lick you more.
He chuckled at your actions, before moving to grip your thighs and pull them towards his face. He buried his tongue inside of you, savouring your taste as he moved to lick your clit.
âCregan!â you moaned as you pulled on his hair.Â
The pleasure was nothing like you had experienced before. It was overwhelming, filling your senses as he continued to lick at your clit, and slowly bring his fingers to your entrance.
He groaned as his fingers entered your, relishing in the tightness of your cunt. Godsâ he moaned against your clit.
He continued to lap at your slit, tasting you as if you were his last meal.
You felt your peak fast approaching, your hands gripping and tugging his hair harder, your legs wrapping around his head in away you were sure would choke him.
âCregan!â you screamed as your peak finally hit you.
He continued his actions, riding out your peak before finally moving himself from between your thighs.
He wiped his mouth on the bed before diving back in to kiss you.
He slowly moved you to the centre of the bed, his cock positioning itself between your thigs.
âcan i?â he breathed against your lips.
âyes.â You moaned as he entered you.
You felt a wave of discomfort as he stretched you out, a slight burn at the sheer size of his cock.
He slowly rocked his hips into yours, allowing you time to adjust, before you reached up and pulled him into another kiss, motioning him to speed up.
He started thrusting into you at a faster pace. Your legs wrapping around his hips and his pace became faster and faster.
He groaned into your neck, as your cunt tightened around him.
Your second peak fast approaching.
âIâm going to cumâ he moaned into you, as your cunt fluttered around his cock, your second peak taking.
Your hands scratched his back as you peaked, before collapsing backwards, as he started building up to his own peak.
His thrusts became hard and fast as he finally reached his own peak, his seed filling you as he rode out his orgasm.
âgodsâ he moaned, collapsing on the bed, pulling you in and holding you to him.
he kissed your shoulder, stroking your hair as you both slipped off into sleep, though you both got little sleep that night.
The next day you were awoken to maids barging in and readying the remained of Creganâs belongings. It was dawn, and you were both tired from the nights events.
 The maids had dressed you both quickly, pushing your breakfast on the table and urging you both to eat.
Cregan laughed at your bewildered face as they all rushed you both.
âwe were meant to leave a dawnâ he chuckled, as your maid tugged your hair, attempting to braid it, as you ate.
âthen why werenât we woken earlier?â
He sent you a look, showing exactly why they hadnât.
âohâŠmust we leave so soon?â you said as you food was taken of the table before you had even finished.
âyou insisted we did.â
âI-â you looked at his smug face as your tea was taken out of your hand mid sip. âI take it back, I miss the bed!â
âyou can rest in carriageâ he said, as he reached for your hand.
You made your way to the courtyard, the household lined up to say their farewells, though most were accompanying you.
Balea, Rhaena, stood by the carriage, both looking as tired as you felt.
âit is far too early for thisâ Rhaena groaned as you approached the carriage.
Balea laughed âI cant imagine how you feelâ she said, talking at you, âhow much sleep did you get last night?â she teased.
You laughed âshut up!â
Sara approached you, her eyes teary, âIâll miss youâ she said pulling you into a hug.
âand I, youâ you kissed her check, pulling back.
âwe are leaving Winterfell in capable handsâ she heard Cregan say, announcing Sara as his regent.
âdonât be gone for too longâ she whispered âI was not made to rule the northâ she joked, pulling away from you as you were all motioned to enter the carriage. Â
Cregan walked up to the carriage window, pulling you into a kiss.
âI shall join you soonâ he promised, before mounting his horse and leading the procession to kings landing.
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Quiet.
â MATT STURNIOLO SMUT.
Author's note: Y'ALL. Shout-out to my Matt girls. This is my first Matt fic ever. I love everything about this fic â I love when women get ready when their crush MIGHT be there, I fucking love petnames and I feel like Matt definitely uses a lot too, I love movie nights and Matt would definitely finger his girl under the covers, I love dom but gentle Matt. I love it. Bye. Do not copy/steal my work. :)
Warnings: long and filthy smut. Minors dni! Semi-public?, fingering, petnames, dom!Matt. Didn't proofread!
"So, can you swing by?" I hear my friend's voice through the phone.
"Absolutely. Heading to the market in a bit, grabbing some beers, and I'll be at your place by 9PM. Sound good?" I reply, rummaging through every drawer to find my wallet.
"Perfect, babes. See you there!" she says. After exchanging greetings, I hang up, sliding my phone into the back pocket of my pants.
Considering Matthew freaking Sturniolo will be there, I'm already dressed with makeup on, not wanting to waste a single second; I aim to be there ASAP.
Not that I'm trying to impress Matt (yes I am), but there's been a thing between us (I refuse to call it a "situationship") since we all started hanging out. I've been part of that friend group for nearly two years now, and from the moment I joined, Matt started being quite flirty. And ever since then, we just casually flirt, make-out, have sex.. very casual.
Now, after a few weeks of not seeing each other (though we talk on the phone almost daily), I want to be my best self. I've done my skincare, enjoyed a three-hour-long bath, styled my hair in loose curls, put on comfy clothes â the whole shebang. If I've done this for nothing, I'll scream. Internally.
None of this matters now, because I am outside my friend's apartment, clutching the paper bag of beers in one hand and my scarf in the other one. I knock on the door, patiently waiting but instead of my friend, of course it's Matt who opens it, dressed in his signature black hoodie, black jeans, his usual chain dangling around his neck and his usual rings decorating his fingers. He looks.. delicious.
"Didn't expect me to open the door." it's more of a statement than a question, so I smile and nod.
"Not really, no." I chuckle, not moving an inch.
"You told me you'd be here by 9. So I'm here." he says with that captivating voice, taking a step closer, slowly pulling the door handle without closing it.
Cupping my cheek, he moves in, rubbing my bottom lip with his thumb, gently 1smudging my lipgloss before leaning in for a kiss. I release my scarf to grab his free hand, tugging on his fingertips as I reciprocate the kiss.
"You look pretty." he whispers against my lips and I smile.
Before entering, I pause him, rubbing his lips with my thumb to remove my lipgloss from them. Chuckling at his knowing stare, I say, "come on, let's go!" gently pushing him inside.
God help me, he smells amazing.
After greeting everyone and putting the beers inside the fridge, I take off my scarf and my coat, heading to the kitchen again so I can help with the snacks and the beers.
"Guys, I'm sorry in advance but you're probably going to freeze your ass off. Something's wrong with the heating so I'll just give y'all a ton of blankets." our friend apologises but we all brush it off.
"Bitch, we used to hang out in dark alleys in WINTER when we were younger, literally shut up. We can take it." another friend says, rolling her eyes and I laugh. We are all living the same lives, it seems.
After deciding which movie we will watch, with the snacks and the drinks on the table and the blankets ready to provide us with warmth, we were finally ready. I did have my eye on Matt so of course, when he patted the spot next to him on the small settee while looking at me with a smile, I almost ran to make sure I secure my place next to him.
The movie has started already, Matt is sitting next to me and we have two blankets covering us â his hand is on my thigh and my thigh is over his leg. His thumb is rubbing my leg through my pants and it's much more distracting than I could ever imagine. I do make sure to curl up against his side and he smiles, making sure the blankets are covering me properly.
Not even fifteen minutes have passed and I already feel the need to pee; that goddamn wine. I excuse myself and practically run to the bathroom, only to come back a few minutes later to see Matt almost laying on that settee. All the lights are closed but I know he can kind of see my reflection because of the big TV screen, so he can see the question marks all over my face â where the hell am I gonna seat?
He smiles and he pushes the blankets to the side, sitting up a bit and spreading his legs so I can sit in between them.
Well, fuck.
Sitting down in between his legs, I grab his thighs to support myself and make sure my whole back is pressed against him, leaning back to practically lay on his chest. I pull the blankets over us and he pecks the top of my head, almost as if it was a reward.
Seeing where all of this is going, I thank whoever is up there because our friends are quite far from us, all fully facing the TV. Matt quickly wraps his arms around my waist, resting them on my belly and I can feel how cold his hands are even through my shirt. Minutes go by and I can feel Matt playing with my shirt, his cold fingertips already touching my bare skin, raising goosebumps on it. He drags his short fingernails up and down my sides, making me smile because he knows I like that.
His hands slowly drag themselves up, pulling my shirt over my chest, my breasts now free, "love when you're not wearing a bra." he whispers in my ear and I chuckle.
My hands are on his knees and his hands are on my breasts, cupping them and caressing them, pressing small kiss on my neck, "you smell amazing.." he whispers, "do you think you can be quiet for me, pretty?" he pecks the tip of my ear.
"Yes, Matt.." I whisper back, getting comfortable on his chest, still pretending to watch that movie.
His hands are massaging my breasts, rubbing and pinching my nipples with his long fingers, tugging on them every now and then â it is hard to keep quiet but I've done this many times, I'm sure I can handle it.
Sitting with bent knees now, he hums, pressing another rewarding kiss on the top of my head, "keep playing with your tits for me, hm? I'm gonna take care of you." he whispers and I want to moan just by the words he says.
I nod and cup my breasts instead, massaging them gently as I feel his hands moving down to my thighs â he massages them and spreads my legs open gently, placing his legs on my feet to keep my legs in place. I feel his fingertips hooking around the waistband of my pants and panties, gently pulling them down as I slowly raise my hips to make it easier for him.
"You have to be very quiet now, okay?" he says and I immediately nod, desperately needing him to touch me there, "tease your nipples. I want to see you struggling." he chuckles, keeping me close to him.
I gently hit his leg and he can't help but laugh â I keep teasing my nipples, just like he ordered, keeping my eyes to the television even though I can feel his fingers dangerously close to where I need him the most. Finally, one of his fingers gently touch my clit, rubbing in circle motions as his breath fans over my ear together with the softest moans. I can feel him dragging his finger down, only to chuckle at how wet it is down there â I almost whine.
"God, I wanna taste you. You're so wet." he whispers and circles my entrance, collecting my juices and focusing back on my clit.
"Matty.. please.." I whisper back, my hands now leaving my sensitive breasts, grabbing his thighs instead.
"Please what, sweetheart?" he says and gently slaps my pussy, making me gasp softly.
I couldn't speak â all I can think about is his fingers inside of me. But I feel like if I open my mouth now, I won't be able to keep my moans in. I buck my hips, needing to feel more pressure on my clit but he's having none of it. He pushes my hips down and flicks my clit in the softest way possible, which makes me want to cry.
"You know how it goes. Use your words." he uses two other fingers to spread my pussy, making it easier for him to rub my clit with his middle finger.
"Please.. Matty.. I need.. your fingers inside of me.." I beg between shaky breaths, trying to be as quiet as possible.
"See?" he kisses the side of my head, "there's my good girl." he says and just by that, I almost lose it. But then he finally pushes a finger inside of me and I have to cover my mouth with the blankets.
His middle finger pushes in and out of my wetness and I squeeze my eyes shut, really trying not to let out the moans that have been threatening to come out this whole time. His other arm is wrapped around me, keeping me in place as he rubs my clit and fingers me at the same time with his other hand.
"I'm going to add another finger, baby. I need you to keep that pretty mouth closed, yeah?" he warns â the hand that was gripping my waist is now keeping my mouth closed, I nod anyway.
He slowly takes his finger out and instead, he rubs my entrance with two fingers. He gently pushes and I wince softly in his hand, "you can take it, baby, shhh." he whispers and I really need to fucking moan now. He finally pushes both of his fingers inside of me and I want to cry from how good it feels. My nails dig into his thighs and luckily (for him), he's wearing jeans otherwise it would definitely leave a mark.
He starts moving them in and out, slowly, still covering my mouth under the blankets with his other hand as his lips move to my neck. He starts sucking on the skin, licking it and biting it as he pushes his fingers inside till he's knuckles-deep.
"I wish I could kiss you right now â the way you would moan into my mouth trying to kiss back, turns me on." he takes my earlobe in between his lips, gently sucking on it.
His fingers start moving at a much faster pace and I'm sure that if the TV wasn't this loud, everyone would hear the noises my pussy makes from how wet he made me. He curls his fingers inside of me and I close my eyes, really struggling to keep my mouth closed now, "pretty girl. Do you think you can take a third finger?"
I wrap my fingers around his wrist and slowly move his hand away from my mouth, letting him know I have my moans a little bit under control now (not even close), "please, Matt.. I need it.." I whisper, my voice is trembling. Still, I grab his free hand and pull it closer to me, taking a finger into my mouth and I can feel his bulge against my back.
"Darling, don't do that.." he warns, "or I'll have to fuck you in front of everyone." he whispers and bites my neck.
Finally, he's pushing a third finger inside and I really need to cry. He's finger-fucking me at a fast pace, he's being rough but gentle at the same time, it's overwhelming, "touch yourself, baby. And don't stop."
I quickly move my free hand, rubbing my own clit gently as he fucks me with force â I am so close and he knows it, I can feel myself clenching around his fingers.
"Matty.. Matt.. fuck, I'm â please.." I am almost completely under the covers because I can try to keep my moans in, but my expression definitely cannot be hidden.
"Are you going to cum for me, baby? Come on. Come on my fingers." he's so gentle when he speaks but his fingers are merciless, and that contrast is what drives me over the edge.
"That's it, baby.. that's it." he whispers and I finally cum, trembling a little but I try not to make it so obvious.
He takes his fingers out slowly, caressing my legs in order for me to calm down before he brings them close to his mouth, licking them clean, "when this movie is over, you're leaving with me. I'm eating you out in my car."
He drives me crazy.
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[ LETâS GET MARRIED ! ] â lhs <3
PAIRING. lee heeseung!student X femreader!student !
SYN. the uni is giving away free dorms! under one condition, in order to save your desperate broke ass studentâs life, youâd have to get married. and whoâd be the lucky person to marry you if not your childhood friend? no feelings involved of course!âŠ..right?
GENRE. he fell first but she fell harder, basically being in denial for feelings at first, childhood friends to a married couple, fluff fluff fluff !
WARNINGS. mentions of getting married(obv), rest of enha and lesserafimâs yunjin & chaewon are in it too, mentions on having kids(no, there will be no kids here its nothing serious!!), mentions of food, being broke because of uni student life. (pls do lmk if i missed something!) || NOT PROOFREAD AND VERY POORLY WRITTEN!!
WORD-COUNT. 5.1k+ (damn!)
NOTE. this is me being extremely sorry for not continuing my heeseung smau by releasing a heeseung oneshot yay!! i actually got the inspiration from HAPPINESS (one of my fav kdramas!) please leave some feedbacks!! i really wanna know what you thought about it<3
when you were younger, youâve made a wishing list to you in the future, as soon as you turn an adult.
three important wishes were ;
first, never go broke while being a uni student.
second, never get married before the age of 25.
third, never ever fall in love with your best friend since childhood, aka lee heeseung.
first one is already being a huge failure. younger you would be definitely disappointed in uni student you, not that you care that much, but being a broke student sucks.
âmy parents are literally about to kick me out, i get that, iâm a 22 years old uni student whoâs still living up their asses, they probably want some peaceful and quiet lifeâ you smacked your head over the lunch table, both of your friends looking at you concerned.
âmaybe itâs time for you to pay for the dor-â
ânever! yunjin, tell her how broke i amâ
âshe has like 1 dollar in her bank account, sheâs still taking loans from her parentsâ yunjin nodded and you rolled your eyes.
âyou didnât have to go that farâ
âoh i didâ
âoh i know! what if you just start working?â chaewon raised her voice a bit.
âi have no time!â
âexcuses excuses blah blah blahâ she mocked you.
âlook at heeseung for example, he works in a part time job at the convenience store right next to uniâ yunjin pointed out.
you searched through the lunch hall and found the one person youâve been looking for, lee heeseung.
youâve been stuck to him ever since childhood, with your mothers being the biggest best friends youâve ever seen, it was pretty hard to not see him every day in your young days.
both of your mothers even got pregnant at the same time, and gave birth around the same time, youâre two days younger than him.
your photo album is full with pictures of you and him, and so are the hanged photos on your house wall.
your mother and his mother were your biggest shippers, forcing you both to hug each other and even wear matching clothes.
your elementary school memories are filled with heeseung next to you and the whole class shipping you two.
highschool days werenât better either, guys who wanted to try a move on you were always so scared of heeseung, they were so sure you and him are dating, with the amount of glares they got from him it was really hard to think otherwise.
your highschool crushes rejected you, always giving the excuse of not wanting to be in a relationship, hiding the fact that heeseung warned them that if theyâll say yes heâll make sure they never see a daylight again.
he was joking, really. heâs not the violent type, and he couldnât really explain why was he feeling so jealous whenever he saw you confessing to a guy who isnât him.
heeseung got used to watching you from afar and protecting you, and you got used to search him everywhere you go even in crowded places and having his company ever since childhood.
âhee!â you called and waved at him, he waved at you back with a smile on his face.
âi swear if i didnât know both of you were childhood friends i wouldâve think youâre a married couple or somethingâ chaewon rolled her eyes and you scoffed.
heeseung continued his way to his usual table with his friends.
âthinking about ways to confess your love to her?â jake smirked and heeseung shook away his thoughts.
âhm? who?â he asked.
âitâs obvious who! donât play dumb come on!â sunghoon playfully pushed the older one.
âweâre talking about Y/N! everyone in uni are talking about you, even those who know nothing about the two of youâ jay remarked.
âthereâs nothing between us, weâre just friendsâ heeseung shrugged.
âand iâm queen elizabethâ sunoo tsked.
heeseung rolled his eyes and began to eat, âyou know, even if i did have a crush on her, why would she even accept my confession?â
âohhhh~â his friends teased.
âitâs kind of obvious she likes you, weâve watched her ever since we became friends with you, and the way she looks at you is just differentâ jungwon shrugged and ni-ki nodded.
âsheâs always searching you in a crowded room, as if youâre her guardian angel and she only needs you in her life in order for it to be perfectâ ni-ki then stole a few bites of heeseungâs meal.
âhey! not coolâ heeseung scoffed and ni-ki giggled.
âitâs not bad to have a crush on your childhood friend, you know?â jake smiled, âsometimes all you need is a miracleâ jay added.
âhey, letâs go on a work search for yo-â
âno no no yunjin not you too!!â you sobbed, âi have no time to work and i need to search for the cheapest dorm, a one i can actually afford as soon as possibleâ
âwhy donât you just go and ask heeseung for helpâ chaewon shrugged.
âitâs not that easy, i donât want him to worry about it too much, he works hard for his money tooâ you pout and they nodded.
âby the way! howâs the money for the uni dorms is going?â jake asked heeseung who was busy fighting with ni-ki over his food.
âiâm just a few shifts away from getting enough money, iâll ask y/n to become my roommate as soon asâ what?â he noticed his friends looking at him.
ây/n and you? being roommates?â sunoo teased.
âhey, me and y/n spent all our childhood together, my house is her house and her house is mine, it has been like that for a whileâ heeseung sighed and they all nodded hesitatly.
âstill, you said y/nâs parents told you about her not being able to pay for the uni dorms, are you really willing to pay it all?â jungwon asked.
heeseung shrugged and took a bite from his food again, âitâs either that or sheâll get kicked out by her parentsâ
âyou really are her guardian angelâ ni-ki whispered.
âgood morning! you have afternoon classes today right?â your mother woke you up with a smile smeared all over her face.
âmhhmâ you hummed, still trying to adjust the bright sunlight that hit your face.
âi need you to bring some medicine for ms lee! sheâs been sick and i bought her some thingsâ your mother helped you to get up and shoved you a bag, âhereâ
âcan you please just let me getââ
âyou can get ready at theirs! quickly quickly go!â she pushed you outside of your house. damn, she really does hope youâd get out as soon as possible.
she was right though, heeseungâs house is your house, and your house is his. you have a few clothes and even a toothbrush at his house and he has the same at yours, getting ready there was never a problem to you.
a walk to their house is even less than 5 minutes so you werenât worried about someone from your neighborhood getting a jumpscare and thinking youâre some kind of a zombie.
you took out the keys and opened the door, heeseung was sitting in the kitchen and eating his breakfast.
âdonât ask, been a rough morning, whereâs mom by the way?â you asked him and he pointed at her room. you got used to call his mom your mom too.
you saw her sleeping so you left the bag and the medicine next to her, leaving a note saying good morning and instructions of how to take the medicine, as if she doesnât know all of that.
âyou have afternoon classes too?â you asked heeseung while getting ready. he was in his room, lying on his bed while playing some games on his phone.
ânot really, i donât have any class todayâ he chuckled.
âsince when donât you have any classes today?â
âever since i decided that im too tired to go to uniâ
you rolled your eyes and threw one of the pillows at him, âdonât be stupid! get up and get ready to go!â
he giggled and shook his head, âiâm joking, i took evening classes for todayâ
you pressed your lips together and nodded, you donât know why but hearing him giggling always made your heart skip a beat, but you donât have any feelings for him, like, at all. right?
afternoon classes started and before you knew it, it was already lunch time.
ây/n! you wonât believe it!!â chaewon shout.
âwhat is it?â you shout at her back even though you were sitting right in front of her.
âi found you a solution! you can get a free dorm!â she shout back.
âwhat!â you shout.
âcan you stop shouting! for godâs sake youâre literally a 1 cm away from each otherâ yunjin, who was covering her ears yelled.
you and chaewon shared an eye contact and froze. yunjin is so scary when sheâs angry.
âcontinue pleaseâ she coughed and let chaewon continue what she had to say.
âit might seem crazy what iâm about to say,â chaewon sighed, âthe uni is giving away free dormsââ
âno way omg omg omg please tell me iâm dreaming this is not happening right now right this is not real righââ
âunder one condition!â she cut you off and took her phone out of her pocket to read the terms.
âin order to get a free dorm, you have to have at least one option applied ;
one, youâre younger than 18. two, youâve been scoring A+ on ALL of your exams and three, youâre between the ages 18-25 and got married, or engagedâ she finished reading and turned off her phone.
âbut chaewon, iâm not younger than eighteenâ you complained and rest your head on your arm who was lying on the table.
ânor scoring A+ on ALL of your examsâ yunjin added.
âthanks yunjin, i needed thatâ
âalways here to helpâ
âthen you know whatâs leftâ chaewon smirked and you sat up, looking at her with innocent eyes.
ânoâ you let out.
âoh yesâ
âi have no one to marry toâ you argued.
âyes you do!â yunjin replied.
âi do not!â
chaewon and yunjin raised a brow and crossed their arms, âyou donât?â
as heeseung entered the uni entrance, you ran towards his direction and stopped in front of him.
ây/n why are you still hereââ
âletâs get marriedâ you said it out loud in front of everyone who was around.
your surroundings suddenly became quiet and everyone was staring at you two, starting to whisper and waiting for heeseungâs answer.
instead of answering he grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the entrance into a place in the garden next to the uni.
the walk there was making you so nervous and anxious, what if you were a bit too much? asking your childhood friend to marry you just to get a free dorm? are you that desperate?
when he finally stopped, he let go of your wrist and cupped your cheeks, looking straight into your eyes.
âwhat did you say?â he asked, his eyes looking for any sign or answer from you.
âi said, letâs get marriedâ
heeseung couldâve swore his heart skipped a beat because he for real felt like he died at that spot.
âlet me explain!â you said before he could respond.
âthe uni are giving out free dorms to anyone whoâs between the ages of 18-25 and is married or engagedâ you sighed.
heeseung let go of his hold and sighed, looking down and closing his eyes.
you really didnât mean that genuinely, did you? something in him really hoped you did.
âhee?â you asked, biting your lower lips, suddenly feeling more anxious than before
âsure, letâs get marriedâ he chuckled.
you broke your second main wish on your list.
heeseung was just a few shifts away from getting enough money to get the both of you a place to live in, he could have told you that too, but he chose not to.
only crazy people would agree to this idea, you were so desperate that you actually just asked him to marry you, and he guessed he was one of those crazy people, because he had no idea why he said yes.
he had other way, without marrying you, but something about the idea of marrying you made him feel excited.
âi knew it i knew it! only crazy people would agrâ wait whatâ you blinked a few times after you realized his answer.
âi said sure, letâs get marriedâ he smiled softly and you were about to faint.
âno feelings are involvedâŠ.right?â you hesitantly asked him, hoping he wouldnât agree with you.
instead, he nodded slowly and hesitantly, âno feelings involvedâ
you regretted that sentence so bad because the day after, when he kneeled on one knee and held a ring out for you in front of everyone and proposed to you, your couldnât lie to yourself anymore, you actually broke your third wish on your list a few years ago, you were in love with lee heeseung for years.
ây/l/n y/n, i have loved you ever since i can remember, i watched you grow up and grew up with you as well, i got used to being with you 24/7, i canât see the rest of my life without you in it, will you make me the happiest man alive and agree to marry me?â
even though it was an act(according to you), it felt so real to the point where you cried and sobbed so badly, while putting on the ring he bought for you less than 24 hours ago.
it wasnt planned. the proposal wasnât planned at all.
the plan was that you and heeseung will go to the uni secretariat and request an application for the free dorm since both of you are engaged now.
heeseung had no reason to put on this whole show and show everyone that youâre now engaged. you have no idea why he did it, and instead of getting angry at him, you fell in love with him even more.
it felt wrong, it felt not right.
but you didnât care, you always knew your feelings for heeseung were somewhere deep inside your heart. you tried to push them away all the time, because there was no way your childhood friend, the popular boy in your highschool, the kid who grew up with you, had feelings for you.
you tried to deny your feelings but now you realized thrre was no use anymore, so you let yourself love him as much as you can.
it wasnât the desperation that lead you to ask him to marry you, because then youâd ask literally any other guy, it was your pure love to him, to the guy who was always there for you when you needed him.
âheeseung! explain what was that!â his six other friends gathered in a circle, surrounding him and not letting him go.
âwhat was whaââ
âyou and y/n? married?â jungwon shout.
âhave you gone crazy?â jake added.
âand she said yes! something is not rightâ jay joined.
âyesterday you told us you have no feelings for her!â sunoo remarked.
âyou didnât even believe us when we told you sheâs obviously in love with youâ sunghoon tsked.
âsomething isnât sitting right to meâ ni-ki gasped.
âexplain now!â they all said at the same time.
âcalm down!â heeseung coughed, âiâll explain to you everything laterâ
by later he meant after classes, at his house, together with you and your friends yunjin and chaewon.
âyunjin, chaewonâ heeseung nodded at your friends.
âlee heeseungâ they glared at him.
âcome on! both of you knew about it even beforeâ you pleaded.
âdoesnât change the fact that heâll be stealing you from us nowâ they rolled their eyes.
âiâm still so confusedâ ni-ki tried to quicken everyone and get to the point.
âme and y/n are getting marriedââ
âyeah no shit sherlockâ sunghoon cute him off and heeseung glared at him.
âanyway, y/n would you like the explain why?â he turned to you and smiled.
âthe uni is giving away free dorms to married couples between 18-25 soââ
âyou decided to get married to get a free dormâ jay finished your sentence.
âhave you gone mad? heeseung worked his ass to get enough money to get the dorms for the boâ mhhhhmmm!!!â sunoo roamed but jake covered his mouth before he could continue.
âsunoo!!â jake coughed and turned to you with a smile, âdonât mind him heâs been stressed from work and uni latelyâ
the rest of you giggled awkwardly and tried to ease the atmosphere.
after you yunjin and chaewon left, the boys stayed with heeseung, looking at him with concern.
âwhat?â heeseung looked at them back with his bambi eyes.
âi donât know hee, it feels likeâŠ.sheâs kind of using youâ sunghoon spoke, jay slapped his arm and he whined.
âheâs right though, marrying you only to get a dorm is quite crazyâ jungwon nodded.
âheâs even crazier for actually agreeing to all of thisâ ni-ki said and jake shushed him.
âni-ki is right, i am crazy, i have no idea why i said yes but she wasnât forcing anything on meâ heeseung shrugged, âbesides, iâve liked her for so many years soââ
âah ha!! we knew it!â they all said at the same time and heeseung sighed. what have he got himself into?
after everyone left, heeseung texted you, asking you to meet him in your usual spot.
you got ready and for the first time, you took a while to do so.
you stared at yourself in the mirror a few times and even checked different outfits. this has never happened to you ever before, especially not when you knew that youâre going to see heeseung.
heeseung saw you at your worst, why are you dressing up for him now then?
âi must be crazy, crazy crazy!â you shook away your thoughts and got out to meet your soon-to-be-husband.
âhee!â you saw his back facing you and as soon as he turned around you froze.
did he dress up for you too? why does he look so breathtaking suddenly? his bambi eyes match the rest of his beautiful features on his face so much, youâve seen this man grow up, you know every detail about his face and you couldnât explain why it was so sudden that you got caught by surprise because of his beauties.
shaking away your thoughts, you walked closer to him and smiled.
âhey hubbyâ you grinned.
âhubby?â he asked.
âa new nickname for my soon-to-be-husbandâ you chuckled and he nodded.
âi actually thought about something,â he turned to you, âour parents will figure it out sooner or later, should we tell them the truth orââ
âno, let them believe weâre getting married without any reason other than being in loveâ
you have no idea why you just said that. but you hid your face as soon as you realized what just came out of your mouth.
heeseung felt too flattered and suddenly didnât know what to say. you keep on making him speechless.
âahem,â he cleared his throat, âyou do know that theyâll probably rush out things and even take the wedding plan to their own handsâ
i donât care, iâd like to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you as soon as i can. is what you wanted to say, but you couldnât bring yourself to do so.
ây/n?â he asked. he noticed you were too deep in thoughts and waited for you to come back to sense.
âiâm awareâ you nodded, âiâve also got a text from the uni, weâll be getting our dorm in the next week, so we should start preparingâ
heeseung nodded and looked at you. you were suddenly feeling so nervous and shy to share an eye contact with him, so you broke it as he just kept staring at you and taking in your beauty.
âhey y/nâ he said, âhm?â
âi donât mind marrying you and spending the rest of my life being married to youâ
you looked over him and he had the genuinest smile youâve ever seen.
it felt like the world had froze, and the snow that was falling suddenly stopped, it felt like it was just the two of you in this whole world.
âYOUâRE GETTING WHAT?â your mother yelled.
you and heeseung planned a dinner with both of your parents, to announce the big news.
things became quite awkward between the two of you, ever since your last encounter with him you could barely face him.
his sudden confession freaked you out and the only thing that came out of your mouth was âoh, okayâ in the most dry way ever.
you wanted to tell him you feel the same, you wanted to tell him that youâve been in love with him ever since forever. but one moment that caught you off guard ruined your chance.
you were stupid, stupid and idiot. heeseung probably thinks you hate his guts now.
heeseung in the meantime felt like he was breaking apart slowly. oh, okay?? thatâs all you had to answer?
he felt dumb, he felt hopeless. the confession was completely out of the blue and unplanned, your beauty hypnotized him and he was so mesmerized by you that the words just came out of his mouth naturally.
what if you hate his guts now? what if he made you uncomfortable? what if youâll regret it the last minute because you werenât feeling the same about him?
all of those questions were eating him alive, and you didnât help either. each time he came up to you, you were suddenly in rush and told him you have to go, it was breaking him inside slowly.
the dinner was one chance to finally talk with you again.
âmarried, mom. weâre getting marriedâ you repeat what you already said a few seconds ago.
âwhen? where? how?â heeseungâs mother asked.
heeseung looked at you and smiled warmly, âit just happened, weâve been together ever since childhood, it already felt like being in a relationship for so long, so we decided to marry each otherâ he chuckled and held your hand tightly, âto belong to each other until the day we dieâ
your parents looked at the both of you. you were sharing eye contact for so long, with heeseung smiling at you, looking deep into your eyes, and with you looking at him with nothing but pure love in your eyes that was making everyone in the room feel so jealous of you two.
ânow kiss!â your mother said.
you and heeseung broke the eye contact and blinked a few times.
âwhat?â you asked.
âkiss then! i want to picture it and keep it in my photo gallery forever!â his mother added.
you were about to speak up until heeseung held your cheek to turn you to face him and it was only a matter of seconds until you felt his lips on yours.
it was your first kiss ever, your first time kissing someone, and it was his as well, but he lead you on so good that it made it look less awkward.
you were his first kiss. you, his childhood friend, stole his first kiss.
âwe knew that itâll happen one day!!â your mothers cheered, âwe even have a whole wedding plan ready!!â
you and heeseung broke the kiss and shared an eye contact again.
you didnât need to hear him say to know how much love he holds for you, and how he cherishes you so much.
and your eyes told him everything, they held the answers to all of the questions that bothered him. you love him as much as he loves you.
âi canât believe youâre getting married, my little angelsâ your parents cried altogether which made heeseung let go of his hold on you and grab some tissues to wipe their tears.
âi love that ring by the way! heeseung you did a great jobâ your mother gave him thumbs up and he chuckled.
if only she knew that it was a ring he bought you in less than 24 hours and even rushed your friends to come with him and help him pick it only because he wanted his whole life to properly propose you.
it was a moving day already and your parents helped you pack every last thing, they even cried through the way, how could their princess leave them so fast?
âyou can visit our house anytime!â you tried to comfort them.
âweâll update you before that, we donât want to catch you while doing the thing you knowâ your mother winked and you rolled your eyes, âmom!â
âi see youâre all packed and readyâ heeseung came in to check on you.
âshe is! take her away already!â your mother complained.
ânot before you take this with you!â she went away for a few seconds and came back with a huge wrapped photo frame.
âdonât open it yet!! only when you get into your new house and get everything in place!!â she excitedly hugged the both of you and you nodded.
moving in was quite rough, you had a lot of boxes to unpack and organized, and you and heeseung never felt more awkward after the first kiss you shared.
youâve barely spoke with each other and your friends were starting to get concerned.
âhe told me he doesnât mind marrying me and spending the rest of his life with meâ you pout.
yunjin and chaewon shout and giggled, âgirl! heâs more than in love with you!! heâs lovesick!!â they both said.
âwhat did you answer then?â yunjin asked.
âi told him okayâ you smacked your head on the table.
âno wayâ chaewon gasped.
âyes wayâ you whined.
âyouâre stupid!!â they both smacked you.
âthen!!â you shout, âwe had our first kiss on dinner in front of our parentsâ you whispered that part.
âwhat did you say? couldnât hear youâ chaewon said.
âoh she said that they shared their first kiss on dinner with theirâ YOU HAD YOUR FIRST KISS WITH HEESEUNG??â yunjinâs eyes widened.
âwhat happened after that?â chaewon asked curiously.
âwe just finished dinner, and now we barely even talkâ you sighed, âeach time i see him iâm just blushing and running away, i canât face him!â
âyou have to!! youâre moving in soon!!â yunjin argued and chaewon nodded.
âitâll be the death of meâ you sobbed and they chuckled.
you were right at first, but slowly and surely heeseung made a joke and both of you got back to normal in no time, as if nothing happened between you two.
you even helped him organizing his closet and his room, and he did the same.
after a long day you and heeseung finally laid down on your now shared sofa.
âitâs been a rough dayâ you sighed.
âshould we order something?â he suggested and you nodded immediately. you ended up ordering your favorite food.
âletâs open up the picture!!â you said and grabbed the picture your mom gave you earlier today.
you and heeseung both unwrapped it together and revealed an old picture of you and heeseung hugging each other with a huge smile on your faces.
âlook at us then and look at us nowâ he giggled.
both of you hanged the picture right above your sofa and kept staring at it for a while.
âhey hee,â you spoke, âyeah?â
âi wouldnât mind marrying you and spending the rest of my days with you tooâ you turned to him, âuntil the day i dieâ
âis that your way of telling me you love me too?â heeseung froze for a second. you caught him off guard for the countless time already.
although he understood very clearly your feelings after you shared your first kiss, hearing your words made his heart beat fast.
it was a confirmation for him that all of his feelings for you were actually mutual all this time.
instead of answering his questions you grabbed his shirt and kissed him.
he put his hands around your waist and pushed you closer to him, holding you tightly as if heâs too scared to let you go.
breaking off the kiss was hard, but the lack of oxygen was kicking in, you pressed your foreheads together, still with your eyes closed.
âdoes that answer your question?â you giggled and you felt him smiling.
âi donât think so, i need a bit more of it to feel certainâ he teased and you tsked.
âi donât need to be in a relationship with you to feel certain about my feelings and my willingness to marry you, i want to spend my life with you, i love youâ you said and pecked his lips.
âi love you too, y/nâ he pecked your lips again and it suddenly got into a fight between you two about who pecks the other more, until it ended up in a long, deep kiss.
âso let me get this straight. you and heeseung had been in denial for many many years and manipulated yourself into thinking that you donât like each other at all at all, then when y/nâs desperate and broke ass heard of a chance to get a free dorm by getting married, she went up to you, heeseung, and asked her to marry you, you agreed to the proposal because at one point you stopped lying to yourself and realized youâre actually lovesick, and the rest is historyâ ni-ki finally breathed out after almost rapping this whole story.
âby history i mean y/n waking up from her denial and realizing her feelings to youâ he added.
âyes, exactlyâ heeseung nodded and you chuckled.
you were sitting together with your friends on one table, yunjin and chaewon who were already aware of the story added a few notes here and there as ni-ki summarized your whole story.
âthis is a story to tell your childrenâ jay smiled and the rest nodded.
âweâre not planning to get pregnant anytime soon, we didnât even have a wedding yetâ you sighed.
âyou never know y/n, you never know!â sunoo slowly nodded.
âwhy did you say that as if you went through something familiarâ jungwon teased.
âyou never know y/n, you never know!â sunghoon mocked sunoo.
âthat was a good one!â jake laughed with him.
âchildren, literal children who found themselves in uni somehowâ you sighed.
âat this point we wonât even need to have any children when we have themâ heeseung agreed with you.
âit doesnât matter, as long as iâm with youâ you smiled and pecked his lips.
âget a room you two will you!â
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Book Club - Part 4
Pairing: Lance x Reader, Grid x Reader
Summary: no spoilers đ
A/n: Iâm not ready to let them go, so send in book club requests so we can keep the club going đ„Č
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âNico, when did you ask your wife to marry you?â you dangle upside down on his couch, just chilling and asking for life advice, similar to how the book club started.
âWhen I knew the time is right and she was the one. Are you second guessing Lance?â he asks, sitting in a chair beside you. You are both in your racing suits, ready for the upcoming race.
âNot necessarily, itâs just that weâve been together for so long, and god I really love him. You could ask me to marry you right now and Iâd say no, thatâs how down bad I am,â
âHeâs your pookie,â Nico says, smiling proudly at using slang.
âHell yeah,â you high five him. âI know he wants to marry me, I just wish heâd propose,â you groan.
âHave you talked to him about it?â
âNever, ever, ask a girl that. And the answer is no. I just- I donât want to rush him. I know Lancelot, and heâs gonna want to make it perfect, so I donât want to make him feel rushed,â you explain and Nico nods.
âWell then, in an alternate universe, I have already asked you to marry me,â Nico says, trying to comfort you.
Itâs true, on Earth 2, you and Nico are closer in age and married.
âGod, I can only hope,â you grin at the Haas driver, moving to sit normally.
âDonât worry about it, I see the way he looks at you, itâs only a matter of time,â Nico reassures you.
âThank you. You really are one of my closest friends. Our little club is my family,â you tell Nico who pulls you into a hug.
âWe always will be. Competitors on the track, family off the track,â Nico says as Kevin walks in.
âY/n, you okay?â Kevin asks, sitting on the other side of you.
âIâm okay, just a little in my bag, probably about to start my period or something,â you wave Kevin off.
âOkay, well you are basically our grid daughter so if there is anything bothering you, let me know,â he gives you a small hug.
âGuys, stop, you are gonna make me cry for real,â you tell them, a little laughter in your voice.
âAlright, go crush this race,â Nico says, walking you out of Haas. You head back to your garage, feeling a lot better than you did before.
Little did you know, was you were venting to Nico, Lance was panicking in front of Fernando, Lewis, and Valtteri.
âWhat if she says no? Oh my god, she will finally admit that she actually despises me and barely tolerates me,â Lance paces.
âMate. I donât know if you noticed, but she looks at you like you hung the moon and the starts. You look at her like she is the thing that makes you live and breathe. You will be ok,â Lewis quotes the song he wrote based on the book you selected.
âReally?â Lance stops his pacing, his eyes shining happily.
âYes, you two are insanely love sick, it is cute,â Fernando says, amused at the Canadian.
âJust ask her when she wins, she will be too excited to say no,â Valtteri says, Lewis and Fernando gasp, as well as Lance.
âThatâs not nearly romantic enough,â Lance groans.
âWe arranged for a romantic track walk and picnic at turn two, here is a book with a hole in the pages. When she opens it, eso,â Fernando says, confirming what they had been working on.
âIt took a little convincing the FIA, but we did it,â Lewis says. Lance visibly relaxes, a lot of tension releasing.
âHow can I repay you for this?â Lance asks, a little overwhelmed, but very grateful for their help.
âTake care of our grid daughter, make sure she is happy for the rest of her life,â Valtteri says simply.
âHey guys, sorry we are late,â Daniel walks in with Checo.
âWhat did we miss?â Checo asks, sensing the odd atmosphere.
âJust giving Lance permission to marry our grid daughter,â Lewis tells them.
âDid you ask Kimi?â Daniel asks, the whole grid knows how close the two have gotten. You donât have a great relationship with your dad, similar to Max, so Kimi has easily filled that role.
âHe was the first person I asked, then I asked Kevin and Nico since she is really close with them,â Lance nods, knowing you are probably with them.
âWe will be out there taking pictures, donât worry,â Valtteri reassures the young Aston Martin driver.
âAmigos, it is race time,â Checo says, leading everyone out to the track. Lance spots you with Logan.
âYeah, you can totally join, Iâll give my copy of this weeks book since I finished it. Just donât tell the other non-club drivers,â you tell the American. You have gotten closer with him, seeing how excluded he is from some other groups in the Paddock.
âIâll see you later, thanks for being a good friend,â Logan says, squeezing your shoulder gently.
âHey, Lancie,â you grin, pressing a small kiss to his lips.
âHello, love. Are you excited for our date after the race?â Lance asks, his hand resting on your waist, his warmth blocked by your fireproofs. You chat until you reach your respective destinations.
âGood luck, Iâll see you when I overtake you,â you tell him, and he returns your sentiments with a laugh.
You end up placing P4 after pushing the car harder than you ever had before, so you were extremely pleased. After a shower, media responsibilities, and debriefs, you change into a sundress and fix your hair. Lance meets you outside the motorhome, looking handsome in a button up and dress pants.
âYou look so hot,â you tell him, jaw dropped a little. 10/10 girls would agree that the only thing hotter than a guy with a baby or small animal, is a guy dressed up in a well fitting suit.
âYou look cuter,â he kisses you sweetly, grabbing your hand as he leads you through the paddock to the track. He told you about the track walk after weighing in. The grid helped him set up the date spot while you got ready. Your breath is taken away a bit when you approach turn two. There are fairy lights hanging from the fence and a blanket with a picnic basket on the track.
âLance, this is incredible. How did you set it up?â you ask him in awe. The clear night sky lets stars shine bright above you.
âThe grid helped, especially Fernando, heâs a big romantic and really liked the idea,â Lance admitted shyly.
âItâs perfect,â you take his hand to assist you in sitting down. Lance sits beside you, offering you a snack from the picnic basket. Conversation flows easily between you, talking about anything and everything except for racing, the one topic always off limits on date nights. Lance reaches into the basket and pulls out a book.
âI got you a little something,â Lance says, pushing down his nerves. Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see the grid popping out of their hiding spots in the grass area.
âI do love my books,â you smile, taking the book from him. As you usually do, you flip through the first few pages, pausing when you see a ring taped to the third page.
âI had a big speech planned, but will you let me make you happy for the rest of your life and make me happy the rest of mine by marrying me?â Lance asks and you can only nod as tears start flowing. You launch yourself into his arms, holding him close.
âI love you so much,â you whisper and he holds you tighter.
âI love you more,â he says. You pull away slightly and kiss him. Lance carefully removes the ring from the book and puts it on your hand. Itâs simple yet stunning, absolutely perfect for you. You both look at the grid when they start cheering and hollering.
There is a social media intern for Formula One somewhere in the group who captured the whole thing on video, Fernando paid her under the table for it and he hid another camera and microphone on the wall of the track. He knew the guys would only remember to get pictures.
You take your time thanking each driver and hugging them, you really tear up when you see Kimi there.
âCongratulations, you raced so well today, I am very happy for you,â Kimi actually hugs you, if there wasnât photo proof from Lando and Daniel, whoâs jpg accounts broke the news of the engagement (you wouldnât want it any other way), people wouldnât believe it.
âThank you. Wait, you said you werenât going to be here for the race!â you gasp, looking at him a little betrayed.
âIf you knew I was here, you would insist on getting dinner with me instead of going on a date,â Kimi shrugs, a small knowing smile on his face. Not only is he basically your dad now, he has been mentoring you a few times a week, even hopping in the sim once in a while.
âYouâre right. Iâm just glad you approve,â you smile as Lance wraps an arm around your waist.
âHe was the first person I asked,â Lance kisses the side of your head.
âWait, I thought we were the first,â Kevin says, looking at Nico.
âAs long as sheâs happy, Iâll get over it,â Nico jokingly mourns his loss of you.
âThe ring is gorgeous,â George says, inspecting it. He is the babygirl of the group.
âAlright guys, letâs leave the happy couple alone,â Logan says, Lewis helping him herd everyone away from you and Lance.
âThis may have been the most perfect day ever,â you sigh happily.
âOnly because I am with the perfect girl,â Lance grins at you, holding you close as a blush covers your face.
âShut up,â you giggle, pulling him down onto the blanket with you. He holds you in his arms for a few minutes before you yawn.
âLetâs get you back to the hotel,â Lance chuckles, helping you stand up. He is grateful that his assistant is taking care of the cleanup and your assistant packed up your drivers room for you.
âMhmm, I need cuddles ASAP,â you yawn again, thankful for everything the day has brought you and that the hotel is close by. When you get back, it doesnât take too long for you to crash.
âHow did I get so lucky?â Lance whispers, pulling you close to him. Your steady breathing lulls him to sleep.
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