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let me explain why the ending of that damned yet beautiful show feels off, even if it should be the right one.
the build up for stedeâs character in this season is clear: heâs trying. trying to find ed, trying to keep his crew together, trying to be a good and respectable pirate. after the reunion, it becomes even more obvious, with izzy teaching him sword play and all the âcaptainâ thing with ed, that stede wants to grow as a pirate and learn how to protect others, and not to be the one who always needs protection. this parable reaches its peak when he kills the psychopath with the violin (i cant remember his name i hate him he doesnât deserve that i call him by name), and resolves in the consequences we see in episode 7, in which he becomes a sort of celebrity and starts to be very annoying (i love you stede and i know thereâs a lot of analysis and meta on this behaviour of yours but. itâs starting to be irritating. as we say in italy anche meno).
what does all of this say to us, the public? that stede has started his path of transforming into a real pirate (like pinocchio!), but it doesnât come all in one and itâs not that if heâs not dead, heâs the bestest pirate. heâs still an amateur, but has potential.
while what does all this mean to stede? that he deserves more recognition and heâs a great pirate now. i mean, heâs buddy with blackbeard and won a duel against izzy hands, he should be at their level (this is what he thinks). so, heâs one of the best ones now, and can grow even more.
now. what stede thinks and the reality are two very different things, BUT they have a point in common: stede wants, and can (with some help) be a pirate. letâs get to that ending. edwardâs whole character development revolves around his personal identity, i wonât analyse that too (this needs an entire different post) but what we got in the end was that heâs left his rotten side behind, can live free and relaxed, tho this doesnât mean his âpirate selfâ is something unworthy and buried forever (buriedâŠhahaâŠ). this finale, for him, is perfect! but for stede? itâs the opposite of where the story was going for him. stop being a pirate? now that he was starting to understand how? it feels odd. i donât doubt he did that for ed, because he loves him, but will he be happy with this new life? iâm not sure (also, i feel like anne bonny and mary were foreshadowing somethingâŠ). stede is trapped in a mundane life, again. this time heâs with somebody he loves, yes, but it doesnât mean there wonât be problems. however, this is s3 material, so we can imagine where the story will go.
#ofmd s2#ofmd analysis#our flag means death s2 spoilers#our flag means death 2#also i know david wrote this ending to be self-contained#but it still feels strange#all this season felt strange#our flag means death#ofmd season 2#stede lovers donât come after me i love him
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I've kinda seen some pushback to the idea of representation in media and I don't necessarily think it's bad to point out actual rights are more important than Disney's thousandth first gay character that's fine, but I've had a LOT of people comment on my works about asexual characters and tell me what I wrote changed their life-and it's always that phrase- because they now have the language to describe what they feel. I've had people who ARENT ace or aro comment that what I wrote finally made a concept they didn't understand make sense, or that the way I explained things was interesting and enlightening and I'm kind of a mediocre writer who hasn't written anything in ages.
Like idk, if reading something from a writer who is fucking around and only somewhat talented can genuinely impact someone because they've not seen anything like them reflected back at them in life or media I don't think pushing for representation in media is as "needless" as some people seem to think and caring about that doesn't mean you don't care about more "important" (although if you think seeing people like you in media ISNT important it's because you already have that representation or are privileged enough to not care if you do, in which case maybe pipe down) stuff. Hell, I even got a Facebook message ages ago from someone who found a comment I left in an ace group about QPR's and what they meant to me and how I perceived them and the person no joke said what I wrote two years before they even found it changed their life forever because they finally knew what kind of relationship they actually wanted.
So like sure, of course there's always bigger fish to fry them diversity in media (you know, like diversity in real life lol) but I don't think it's as frivolous as some people are beginning to act like it is. At least not if you're an aspec person it's not, I STILL don't see ace characters almost ever and I'll bet my whole everything if I asked a writer of a show why they'd tell me that EVERYONE has to be in a sexual relationship and characters that aren't won't sell and are boring- I say this because in film school I had a teacher TELL ME every character needed to basically be sex obsessed and when I pointed out a GREAT MANY CHARACTERS are not revolved around sex (Supernatural stars two brothers, I pointed out) and when she asked if I had love interests I was like ??? That doesn't matter- using my aforementioned supernatural example almost all their love interests die or get mind wiped because at the end of the day that's not what the story was about. So actually I think writers who act like that teacher need like 50 reality checks, and representation in stories isn't unimportant and also support indie writers you'll probably find more funky shit there then Disney anyway lmao.
And also even the asexual characters I DO see in media don't remind me at all of myself even if I appreciate the effort, but they never feel real or genuine and their sexuality doesn't get a lot of exploration so đ€·đ»ââïž I actually could use more media focused on characters that I can genuinely see my sexuality reflected in in a meaningful and narratively impactful way because I've got nothing.
#winters ramblings#todd from bojack horseman im sure is SOMEONES version of asexuality but i dont see ANYTHING of myself in him#great character dont get me wrong but not relatable to me on any level including our shared sexuality#sex ed got a bit closer with their brief ace character although maybe she got more exploration in season three or four??#the latest one i havent watched lmao. but being closer and having a moment wjere shes told shes not broken#while DEEPLY vindicating isnt necessarily all im looking for either#like i wamt a REAL character thats ace or aro or both thats written by people who UNDERSTAND what theyre writting#not just well meaning people who dont know what theyre doing its kind of tiring#also idk why theres no dating shows with gay men because reality dating shows are ALL ABOUT who fucks who and who gets together#gay men would be hooking up ALL OVER THE PLACE and the DRAMA youd think reality tv freaks would be SALIVATING#but no none of that lmao. just ru pauls drag race and thats great it is like its not my bag but people love it#back on yrack though the weord blowback representation is getting is strange and its VERY clear to me#the people writing those posts havent gotten dozens on dozens of messages from people like them who found their writing#and haf their life altered forever for the better because someone who KNOWS what theyre talking about wrote a character like them#and it opened doors they never knew existed. doesnt even need to happen with fiction either i had a friend i had in toronto#tell me the info i sent to her on being aromantic changed her life- THAT'S the phrase i keep getting thats TELLING- because it describefld#described** how shes felt her whole life but didnt have words for. how frivolous IS representation if im getting these messages?#not very i dont think if some rsndom indie fic writer who hadnt written anything substantial in years can change someones life#REPEATEDLY might i add. ive been getting a LOT of messages like this lately and seeing this new bramd of discourse latetly too#like maybe YALL have enough that you dont care anymore but speak for your fucking selves
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i am flying on tuesday........
#đ for reasons.#my brains going nuts about it though jfjf my life feels strange in a way it hasnt felt before#i wont be back til january so if im Very Very Quiet its why#it feels like a strangely turbulent holiday season this year. like all around#not just me but everyone fjdj#anyway. anxieties about all the rest of my life aside... im looking forward to and feeling nice about my trip#pray i wont freeze LMAO#skelly speaks
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wrong blog as per usual but ive been thinking about it again lately but. the way akira(&co) realizes owen wasnt responsible for nicholas entire thing during pt1....cuz owen enjoys being mean....so when he doesnt seem genuine with it it gives away something else is going on (owen actually not rmbring the situation), but its the entire thing of how much akira reads into their expressions (and the billion of lines of how theyre imaging a scene they were told or what someone must be feeling/thinking) & that brad mentions it during his entire speech during pt2 (along w akira asking him first if hes annoyed, when brad had more issue w akiras overthinking rather than the assignment itself)
#stardust speaking !#i made an entire post avout it before. idk on what blog but#when it comes to body language gran is more............#gran IS aware. but gran is a lot more leaning toward the 'that reaction felt strange' (katalina in the anime during viras part....#pained expressions...not smiling.......too much smiling.......things that r out of the ordinary#while akira is kinda. Constantly. trying to consider others#WHICH since theyre the narrator ingame. adds a lot more to everything which is great#but rpwise its difficult for me so i wont ever be able to portray it like that#but aughhh the way akira views things is sooooo.......#anyway i was gonna reread pt1 tonite some chs at least. but i read manga instead<3#offtopic but ive thoight about it too when thinking about this tonight#but gran is the teaser....akira gets teased........thats the dynamic#miss when we got sr units in events and gran was all ':/ well i GUESS u can join' before revealing its a joke#theyre SSSSOOOOOOOOOO annoying#beatrix got a lot of it LOLT_T#i need to read the new xmas lines alrdy theres Always some golden ones in seasonal lines
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it is november, and yesterday it felt like it was supposed to be snowing. in boston, november used a winter month, not a fall month. it is supposed to be chilly; rarely capping over 45F. it is a sweater-and-jacket month. it is a "maybe a scarf too" month. in my childhood, november meant blizzards and sleet.
it did not snow. tomorrow the weather predicts a high of 76.
i have spent so many years of my life studying the longterm possibilities of climate change - the culmination of capitalism wreaking havoc on the bodies of people, animals, plants - but every so often i am still shocked by something small and personal.
in a hundred years, when someone goes outside in boston - will they know the feeling of "snow in the air"?
i know it's a learned feeling, a sensation that maybe only longterm experience can teach. a few years ago, i was walking with my friend who had just moved up from the south. i said it smells like snow and she gave me this look like - what the fuck. i said it feels like snow too, which didn't help. she looked up to the bright blue sky and then back at me and then back at the sky. 12 hours later, we had 3 inches. you can just tell if it's going to snow.
except i can't tell, anymore. i stand outside in a tee shirt and watch my dog dance around a lake. we're in a drought and the skin of the water has peeled back twenty meters. the lake is tamed, quiet, puddlelike and sour. my pokemon go app warns there's a weather condition in my area.
my dog gets too hot from running and sits in the water and i want to laugh about his long frame and how awkwardly he sits - and i can't. some simian part of my brain is scratching the walls. it was supposed to snow. it was supposed to snow, but now it's warm instead.
during the last full solar eclipse, the dogs and the birds and the crickets went crazy under utter darkness. we laughed at them then, promising it will all be okay in a moment. but some part of me is still locked in that long night: some animal sensation.
something is wrong, my body says. i can't afford eggs or rent. i go outside to watch a sunset and listen to birdsong. i don't bring a jacket. allergies are killing me this season, allergies i didn't have as a kid. everyone comments that halloween has started to feel strange, offkilter. that it's hard having "holiday cheer." my body thinks it's april, and then it thinks we're in september, and then june.
something is terribly wrong, she whispers. go outside. it is supposed to be snowing.
#spilled ink#warm up#.....#i had 2 people close to me die within a month#sorry for not being around#on the other hand#my friend code on pokemon go is#4747 8104 8180
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i feel bad, current self reflection includes i do miss everyone and feel bad and want to apologize and everything, but i'm processing in like. reverse so i can't even be as heartfelt as i wish i could be
#val barks#sorry Valeria fictive posting again /silly#cause i process in even before season ended i felt terrible for hurting Hope#and yes it started cause in-game the npc one called my Valy and it made me miss that sibling nickname shut#but hell i admit despite researching and all *i* had no clue everything would. happen like it did#the most i can process is being scared i know i'm alive but unsure about the other Society members#but i can't process past fear for their lives and wellbeings#and if i do process it's just feeling.. strange how quiet and empty their homes are#but if i try to process apologies i'm still stuck on the 'i want to apologize to Hope' from before#so i only process in how much everybody meant to *her* and not valuing myself at all#my problem then is i only valued myself and nobody else#now i value everybody else and not myself at all#i'll work on it i promise it'll just take time :'3
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Prostitution (18+)
Sevika x Fem!Reader
SYNOPSIS: Of all the girls in the brothel, and she picked you.
WARNINGS: Brothel work (prostitute!reader), dom!Sevika, sub!reader, hair pulling, leather lingerie, grinding, fingering, strap-on use (r!receiving), Daddy Sevika, biting (briefly)
WORD COUNT: 2.1K
A/N: In honor of Arcane Season 2 coming out today, thought I would bring back one of my best kinktober prompts with everybody's favorite muscle mommy. Briefly considered making a part 2 for this but lemme know what you guys think?
dividers made by @cafekitsune
Why did you think this was a good idea?
Well, truth be told, you didnât think this was a good idea⊠But it was the only idea you had left. Your family was dead, like everyone was in the Undercity. Your partner got herself killed from a shimmer overdose, and you were facing being homeless. Your entire world was turned upside down and it was all fucked to no end. But now you had to pick up the pieces.
You were hired at the brothel. What the actual fuck were you thinking? Well, you knew Babette, and she was willing to give you a chance. It was decent money, and you were given free food during every shift. How could you turn it down?
It was your first week and you have already been through hell. The women who came to the brothel tended to be high on shimmer and sloppy at best, but the men; they were aggressive, vicious, and you found yourself leaving with aches and pains every single night.
And yet, when you entered the room that you were assigned to today, you were surprised to say the least. The outfit on the bench was⊠strange. Normally, the clientele wanted something revealing, lace, and soft bright colors. No, you were given something black, made of leather, and matching black heels to complete the look.
âDonât question it,â You told yourself. âJust put it on.â
You slowly stripped off all your clothes and pulled on the leather bustier and black lace panties. Your fingers twitched slightly as you strapped the heels to your feet and ran your fingers through your hair⊠Your lipstick was a deep maroon color, and you had dark, dramatic eyeliner. Seems like you thought it all out already?
Who was your client today? Why were you so nervous? What if it was a man that was three times your size? What if it was more than one man? What if you got hurt today?
âDid you hear about who she picked today?â A shiver raced down your spine as you approached the curtains in front of your door, biting down on your painted lip. Who were they talking about?
âOh, I heard. Cute little new girl is about to get ruined today, huh?â You⊠they were talking about you! But who else? Who was she?
Youâll get your answer soon enough.
It felt like forever until you heard heavy footfalls in the hallways. Whispers carried in the corridors, along with the aggressive clicks of heels from your fellow âcoworkersâ running away from whoever was making their presence known inside of the building. Your fingers trembled as you dared a peek out from behind your curtain.
Not even a second later, the curtain was being pulled back and in walked your client⊠Tall, muscular, handsome, and absolutely terrifying.
The brothelâs most regular visitor. Silcoâs right hand⊠the person that everyone in the underground fears.
Sevika.
You nearly fell down the stairs, heels slipping on the concrete flooring as you tried to back away and give her the space she deserved. But it seemed she had other ideas.
Before your body could come in contact with the ground, the woman reached out and grabbed both of your hips with her hands. Her right hand was warm and calloused, a pulse beneath her flesh, but her left hand? Cold, sharp, and thrumming with the energy of her mechanical arm hidden beneath that cloak she always wears.
âEasy, doll,â Her voice is deep, husky almost as she steps forward and lowers you down to the stable surface behind you. Shivers raced down your back, and you couldnât stop yourself from trembling in her grasp. For a moment, neither of you said anything. But then her eyes raked all over your body and she breathed, hard. âDamn, look at you⊠Pretty little thing all dressed up just for me?â
Were you supposed to speak? You have heard so many stories about Sevika⊠how aggressive and cruel she is out there on the streets, and how she kills without mercy or a care in the world. You were scared of her, to say the least⊠And Sevika could see it in your eyes. She knew what her reputation was and was more than happy to push the agenda.
âScared of me?â
You inhaled sharply, your hands slowly sliding from your sides to hold onto her forearms. The whirring of the mechanics of her arm made your thighs tremble. âN-No, missâŠâ
âFunny,â Sevika reached down and gently ran her rough fingertips along the edge of your jaw before she slid her hand in your hair. âOnly dumb girls feel no fear⊠Now, you arenât dumb, are you sweet thing?â
 You breathed slowly for a second, fearing you said something wrong to her. She looked amused, but looks could be deceiving⊠The gap between her two front teeth was cute. You focused on the crease of her jawline, the scars on her face, and the way her brows were pulled down.
She was so fucking hot that you forgot why you were afraid⊠and then, she grabbed at your hair, making you yelp and submit. Your hands had slid far too high up, and she was punishing you⊠Fuck, she was punishing you! âBetter watch it. Iâm paying to touch you, not the other way around.â
âButââ You hiccupped, looking into her eyes for the briefest second. She waited for your words to continue. âS-sorryâŠâ
âOh, she has manners?â Sevika showed off the smile that made your stomach flutter for a brief moment and reached down with both hands, gripping your thighs and lifting you off the floor like you weighed almost nothing to her. Out of instinct, your hands reached up and grabbed onto her shoulders for stability. âWeâre going to have fun.â
Before you could utter another sound, you felt something press against you⊠something solid, and stiff. Something that felt like it was alive, right against the wet spot on your panties. A low moan left your throat, and you just immediately knew what it was.
âTake it off, doll,â Sevika breathed against your neck. âYou know you want to.â
Fingers trembled as you reached for the cloak on her shoulders and slowly pulled it over her head. The brown fabric dropped to the floor behind her, and you looked down, confirming your suspicion. Sevika was strapped under her pants⊠the bulge was now way more obvious without the cloak.
âFeel that?â Sevika pressed her flesh hand to your rear and stepped forward, spinning you around and sitting herself down on the couch behind you. The second you were in her lap, she was pushing you down onto her hips and grinding the bulge against your cunt like it was her damn birthright to do so.
Your pulse quickened with every passing second, and you dropped your face down against her chest, breathing in the scent of tobacco and her natural scent⊠Strong, earthy, like a roaring wood fire. You didnât know what came over you, but before you could scold yourself for knowing better, your tongue came in contact with her bear neck and your lips trailed all over her exposed skin.
Sevika tensed up and her fingers went from holding your hips to sliding under the fabric of your panties, grabbing at your flesh and making you instinctively bite down on her shoulder. Nowhere near enough to hurt, but enough for her to feel it. Sevika looked like she was about to start climbing the walls as she felt your hips roll forward on top of her.
With a simple flick of her metallic fingers, the underwear given to you was ripped off your body and you barely had time to recover before Sevika was lifting you off her lap and reaching to pull the zipper of her pants down. A sigh left your throat, and you could only push your face into her neck; Sevika didnât like that.
âNuh-uh,â She grabbed your chin with her flesh hand, pulling you back to look down into her eyes. Her grey irises were staring directly passed your fears and into your soul. It was like she was lighting you on fire from the inside out. âYou look at me. Prettiest fucking girl is going to look at me when I fuck her.â
Her words made you blush from the tips of your ears down to your neck and you almost forgot that this was your job⊠It was easy to think that Sevika had just picked you out of everyone in the underground to have a night with. Not⊠that she was paying for it.
âDonât worry,â Sevika smirked, that crease in her brow becoming more prominent as you felt her hand leave your face and slide down between your legs. When you felt her calloused fingers against your soft wet folds, you forgot how to breathe. âDaddyâs gonna take good care of you.â
The sound you made was beyond pornographic. Two of her fingers slipped inside of your wetness without any kind of resistance. Your entire body went rigid, and your eyes fluttered for a brief second before you forced yourself to look at her. Sevika smirked and basked in your expressions, slowly pushing you up and down on her digits.
What did you even say? What were you supposed to do? Sevika isnât like your other clients⊠Sheâs so intense, even when sheâs barely touching you. It feels like you are drowning, even if itâs just her presence surrounding you. Your inner walls squeeze at her fingers as she curls them at just the right angle. Sevika smirked.
âOh, you like that?â Sevika kept you steady on her lap with her metal hand while the other one worked in and out of your pussy. âSo wet for me, already? Barely touched you, doll.â
âFuuck...â You rolled your entire body forward, biting your lip and leaning down just enough to press soft kisses against her face. âP-Pleaseââ
âPlease, what?â Sevika said sternly. âUse your words, doll.â
âI⊠I n-need⊠ohfuck...â
âCome on,â She smirked, curling her fingers at just the right angle that you almost feel your legs give out. âJust say itââ
âFuck me,â You whine, finally giving in. âPlease, please, please⊠fuck me, daddy.â
There was a hunger in her eyes that wasnât there before. It was like a switch had flipped inside of her because in mere seconds, you went from sitting on her lap to her pushing you down into the floor that was littered with pillows, blankets, anything you could desire to make this as comfortable as possible.
Sevika all but ripped her pants to try and free what had been teasing you initially. You only had a few seconds to really look at the strap around her hips before she was lining the tip of the bright purple silicone against your core.
âPretty little thing,â Sevika growled, almost ferally as she slammed down overtop of you. Suddenly, the leather around your chest felt entirely too tight, like you couldnât breathe. You began frantically reaching for the ties to undo the restraint on your chest, and Sevika noticed because you gasped at her ripping the ropes off the bustier and pushing the fabric apart to really look at you.
âNow, because you were a good girlâŠâ Sevika gently prodded your opening, making you whimper and reach for her biceps. âYou get a warning before you get fucked.â
âDaddy, pleaseââ
That was her trigger. You could only grab at her muscles before she was plunging all of her strap inside of your cunt like it belonged to her. You tried to scream, but nothing came out other than a strangled squeak as your head went back on the pillows and tears filled your eyes.
You arenât a stranger to being stretched out like this. It wasnât like it was your first day at the brothel⊠but it was your first day with Sevika. She only gave you a few seconds to adjust to that cock before she was reaching down with her flesh fingers and gently rubbing at your clit.
Your soft squeaks faded into intense moans, much to the womanâs delight. She chuckled, watching you squirm and look at her like she was an alien of some sort.
âNot what you expected, doll?â Sevika teased, rolling her hips forward and making you moan like the whore you were. âDidnât think Iâd care about making you feel good?â
Very stupidly, you nodded.
âLet me fix that,â She leaned down, and you curled your fingers into the leather of her jacket before bracing yourself for the most intense workday of your entire fucking life.
âBe good for daddy and Iâll make you cum so hard that youâll beg me not to leave.â
And that is exactly what Sevika did.
#lgbt#lgbtq#arcane sevika#sevika#arcane#arcane league of legends#sevika x reader#dom!sevika#sub!reader#brothel#lesbian character#kinktober#kinktober 2023#sin archives#sevika smut#sevika x reader smut#arcane smut
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dr who is a strange show
#so I finished 13âs run like two weeks ago? and Iâm about to finish 9#and itâs just kinda interesting how like simultaneously continuous and disjointed it is#10 was the doctor Iâd seen most of before I started watching it myself so that was who I knew the doctor to Be#but now Iâve watched 13 and. sheâs kinda It#and having watched 9 he definitely feels like an early incarnation which is interesting I think bc 13 is just so tired of everything. 9 isnt#like he isnât NOT tired but heâs not hit 13 breaking point#also like. watching 9 has been fun bc itâs constantly like ohhhh so THATS where they were getting that from#stuff that like Iâd seen in 13 that I didnât remember from 10 but no she didnât make it up thatâs a callback#I donât have particularly coherent thoughts if you were wondering just this like. swirling mess of how these people are the same person#itâs also just rlly strange to me that weâre not gonna get more 13 now like thatâs It her run ended#and it might be because 9 is so clearly Done and heâs got one season that I didnât have a chance to get as attached#and I didnât ever sit down myself and watch 10 I just saw chunks so it doesnât feel like heâs done yet#(but also I mean he did just come back. there is that. strange show)#yeah idk. Iâm sure if I ever watch classic who itâll be a similar case of seeing the echoes like. retroactively I guess#very appropriate to watch the time travel show incredibly out of order. debating whether to watch 10 or 12 next#unrelated but I wanna see the lupari again I canât believe they gave us dog people and then took them away so quickly#karvanista my beloved Iâm so sorry for what they did to you it was too big a thing to just leave hanging there in the narrative#but hey. time travel show.#I also rlly like what 9âs season has done with all the recurring plot threads like it Felt like it was building to something all the way#god yeah I just miss 13. it felt like theyâd only just started getting into the stuff they could do with her and then itâs just Over#I feel like that might be the point of the doctor. unclear. will report back#luke.txt#doctor who#OH HEY THIS POST DELETED BUT ITS BACK NOW#just finished 9âs last episode and yeah it fucked
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I hope I'm not too late! For the 5K event (congratulations btw!!! You deserve all of them ^^), could my request be of a merman pod finding reader and deciding she needs to be their mate/breeding partner? I guess it'd be kind of a similar situation with the cow/bull hybrids?? I'm not sure how it'd go, but It can be as sfw or nsfw as you want (I deeply apologize if this exceeds 1k words. Of course you don't have to write this if you don't want to). Thank you in advance! ^^
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Warning: dubcon, breeding, virginity loss
It had been a normal day out on the water for you, swimming and splashing around in a small cove near your home.
Unfortunately(or maybe fortunately) for you, it was the spot where a pod of mermen spent their breeding season, relaxing and eating there before going out to try and find a suitable mate.
As you got ready to get out and go grab a snack from your cooler, you felt someoneâs eyes on youâŠ
When you turned to look, a head quickly dipped back under the water, and you felt your blood run cold when you spotted several dark shapes swimming in your direction.
Of course you immediately swam for the shore, afraid of it being a shark or some underwater predator. You were alone out there, and if you were eaten no one would ever even know.
Before you could stand to start wading through the now waist deep water, something grabbed your ankle, pulling you under.
You cursed yourself for not bringing your goggles, unable to open your eyes under the stinging, salty sea water.
You prepared for some kind of attack, hoping it wouldnât be too painful⊠but nothing happened. Your body was gently lifted out of the water, and you felt something cool and smooth rubbing against your cheek⊠and your belly⊠and pretty much every part of your skin.
When you opened your eyes, you were surprised to see that you were surrounded by strange creatures, half human and half fish. They all were nuzzling their cheeks unto your flesh, some giving you soft licks as if inspecting you.
After thoroughly looking over you, they all began purring and trilling, some cooing as they set you on your feet. Getting a better look at them, you realized they were all handsome, and were all smiling as they surrounded you.
âA female in our cove? What luck!â
You were surprised when one of the creatures spoke, even more surprised when another responded with soft trills and clicks.
âYes, she is quite warm⊠and so soft!â
The feeling of cool scales rubbing against your thigh made you yelp. One of their tails was curling around you, keeping you close and still.
âH-hey! What do you think youâre doing!?â
They all flinched when you raised your voice, their fins perking up. Some looked at you curiously, while some seemed a bit annoyed or afraid.
âMmm? Weâre preparing to breed with you. Itâs not often a female is so close to our cove while itâs mating season.â
You nearly fainted, this was all too much. First you were having to accept the fact that mermen were real, which was hard enough by itself.
Now, these mermen that you just learned actually existed wanted to breed with you.
Another merman pressed against your back, letting out a soft coo as something sticky and hard slipped and rubbed between your thighs.
There was one in front of you as your thighs were fucked from behind. He examined your bathing suit, talking his head and pulling at the fabric curiously.
âSomething to cover your mating slit? Perhaps human females are more cunning than I thoughtâŠâ
He seemed to view the fabric as a separate layer of skin, his weighed fingers moving to trace over your clothed pussy.
The mermanâs eyes went wide, and his finge red pressed against your clothed hole. âWarm⊠so warmâŠâ
The feeling of his cool, webbed fingers moving over your warm pussy made you shiver and buck your hips uncontrollably. This made the merman purr in delight.
âY-you can remove it⊠itâs clothing,â you said, panting softly. Honestly, it had been so long since youâve really pleasured yourself, and you desperately wanted to get fucked stupid.
Your bathing suit was unceremoniously ripped off, and the pod gathered around you.
There were whines and hisses, each merman fighting over who got to breed you first.
It was finally settled that they would go from smallest to largest. A merman, a bit younger than the rest approached you shyly. He was excited, this would be his first time breeding!
He chirped at you, giving you puppy dog eyes as his cock bobbed up and down in need. It seemed this one couldnât speak, possibly being new to human speech.
âGo on, just inhale her scent and your instincts will take over,â one of the merman said, encouraging the other as he placed a hand on your thigh.
His face buried itself in his neck, and as soon as he inhaled your scent his body stiffened and pressed against you.
The feeling of his cock struggling to find your hole, rubbing against you desperately made your heart throb. This merman was too cute!
You loved your hand down, the man letting out a nervous yet aroused trill when you helped to guide his cock to your entrance.
âThere you go, baby⊠r-right thereâŠâ
He nuzzled his cheek against yours, the flesh slightly rough against your soft skin.
The second he sunk his cock into your cunt, he let out a groan, unable to stop his hips from rutting into you roughly.
You but your lip, trying not to make too much noise. The other merman moved in closer to watch, and they all seemed to communicate with the one mating with you.
âWarm? You said sheâs warm there?â
âOh⊠cum already, I want a turn!â
The first merman came, relaxing against you as your pussy was filled with his cum. The next was eager to get a feeling of your pussy, pushing the other out of the way before pushing in.
âNngh⊠w-warmâŠâ he gasped out, his body hands trembling as they grasped your plump hips.
None of them were used to fucking into something so soft and warm, mermaid were usually cold and rough⊠but god you were the complete opposite.
It was a breeding frenzy after that, each desperate to get their turn fucking that fat, warm pussy of yours. The sound of wet squelching and shameful moans and cries echoing through the cove.
After each had a turn, they returned you to the shore, leaving you with a freshly caught fish before they left to go hunt.
âWeâll be back by nightfall, mate!â
âDonât enter the water until weâre home! We donât want our scents attracting other competing males!â
They waved to you as they swam away⊠and you were looking forward the summer with your new pod of mates.
part 2? might make a little series based off this concept where you meet each merman and get to know them!
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omg could you maybe write something about reader going to one of jacks soccer games and all of the moms are jealous of her bc sheâs with hotch
not so friendly competition
omg i absolutely can cw; fem!reader, jealous suburban moms, one tries to make a pass at aaron, established relationship, small angst?, pettiness, aaron being adorable <3 wc; 1.3k
from the moment you arrived - a hand clasped in aaron's, jack excitedly sprinting ahead the two of you - you could feel the target on your back.
the warm, refreshing morning suddenly felt quite stuffy. as if strangely enough, there wasn't enough air to go around. the feeling especially solidified when aaron gave you a sweet, parting kiss - him off to uphold his coaching duties, you off to find a spot on the grass to set up your chair.
you half expected it, the feeling out of place and self consciousness; this was jack's second season playing soccer, aaron's second season coaching, and most of the players had returned from last year. long story short, and entering a relationship with aaron only a few weeks after jack's season had concluded, you were the new face.
not only that, you were missing a common trait amongst the others. you weren't, by definition, jack's mom.
it was a silly, technical notion, and it was quite possible you weren't the only outlier, but you simply wanted to belong there just as much as the others. to feel as if you belonged.
and that's definitely not how you currently felt.
despite your perception - hoping you had falsely and quickly misjudged the atmosphere - you offered the moms a smile and a hello as you got settled. you got maybe one, two responses in return, before they resumed their ongoing conversation without you. any hopefulness that remained, deflated as you sat there silently.
and while you weren't exactly listening to them, you could still make out bits and pieces of their conversation. however, your ears fully perked up at the mention of aaron. which also brought you into the discussion.
"you're with the coach?"
her question wasn't based on genuine interest, a getting-to-know-type basis, a friendly conversation starter. but, it was rather accusatory, as if you'd done something detrimentally wrong.
you nodded, your eyebrows furrowing briefly in confusion. "yes?"
"like... with him?"
oh.
the standoffish environment wasn't due to you being unwelcome, or, at least not in the way you had previously anticipated. it was jealousy, plain jealousy. they must've spent all of last season ogling aaron, and here you were, getting in the way.
again, you nodded in confirmation. a few grimaces were produced amongst several faces, igniting something deep within you, suddenly feeling very protective of aaron and your relationship.
you casually shot back, relentlessly, "why, is that a problem?"
the mom shrugged, pulling her eyes from yours annoyingly, as if you'd done her an injustice.
she didn't stop there though, uttering something under her breath. while you didn't hear what it was exactly - the low tone definitely indicated she had just insulted you in one way or another.
and choosing to remain on the civil side, you held your tongue.
the whispers continued sparingly; as much as it stung, and as much as the red-hot feeling that had settled in your body was uncomfortable, why should you let it affect you? they weren't a threat, they were suburban moms - probably peaked in high school, probably relied off their husband's salary, probably thought they were better than each and every person they came across.
you could be annoyed, but you weren't worried. the bigger picture, you had what they wanted; you had aaron. you've already won, despite any fights they attempted to pick.
"i need to stretch my legs." the same woman abruptly said, loudly to gain your interest.
she promptly rose, walking towards the team's bench. or more specifically, right up to aaron.
she was quick to strike up a conversation with him - overdramatizing her already-shrill laugh, displaying open body language, the sweetest smile she could muster up.
what did you in, a 'friendly' touch to his arm before she retreated, whenever she finished saying whatever the hell was so important she had felt the need to interrupt his coaching for.
and throughout such, aaron appeared as his typical friendly self as he engaged with her, as expected. although a look of confusion did flash across his face when she graced his arm.
your jaw clenched in anger, but you kept reminding yourself: her actions were just to spite you, just to piss you off, and you refused to give her the reaction she seemingly so desperately craved.
so when she returned, with an awfully smug look plastered on her face and dropping into her chair with a sense of pure satisfaction, you kept your focus forward. you came to watch jack's game, and that's exactly what you were going to do.
but during the mid-game break, once aaron had finished talking with the kids and they sprinted back onto the field to practice some goals, did you approach him.
"hi sweetheart," aaron mumbled into your skin as he kissed your temple, one of his hands comfortably finding your back. "enjoying the game?"
you nodded, offering him a timid smile.
"what's wrong?"
"nothing." you lied, tucking yourself into his chest. you took a deep breath and sighed, smelling the traces of light sweat and grass clinging to him.
"you don't think i buy that, do you?" he asked, a gentle, almost comical tone to his words - all to lighten up your present tension. "what is it?"
you shook your head, "i don't want to talk about it..." your eyes shot over to your new best friends, whose eyes were glued to the two of you. "here."
aaron glanced over at them, profiling immediately. "are they giving you a hard time?"
after a moment's hesitation, an annoyed huff escaped you. "let's just say they're not too happy that the coach is taken."
"what?" aaron laughed breathlessly, his face scrunching the smallest amount in confusion. "half of them are married."
"clearly that doesn't matter, they're still over there undressing you with their eyes." you arched an eyebrow, the scowl on your face only deepening.
"c'mon, you're too pretty to make that face." aaron lightly teased, kissing your pout gently. at the touch, your face did relax, the ends of your lips itching to turn upwards into a smile.
"oh they're gonna hate that you did that."
aaron shrugged, kissing you again. "let them."
you surrendered yourself to your smile, but you still frustratedly crossed your arms in front of your chest. "it's ridiculous."
aaron was quick to untangle your hands, holding onto them and applying a gentle squeeze. "you know you don't have competition. you have me."
"i know. that's why i feel so stupid i'm letting it bother me." you gritted through your teeth. "what did that one woman even say to you?"
"truthfully, i couldn't tell you. i wasn't paying attention." he answered honestly, his eyebrows drawing into a line as he even attempted to mentally recall it.
you couldn't help but laugh, pressing yourself more into him. "you're insufferable."
"i try." aaron joked, but his expression switched tactics, to genuine concern as he moved in front of you, "in all seriousness, are you going to be okay?"
"yeah." you brought your hands to his chest, running your thumbs against his pecs affectionately. you already were. "i have you, don't i?"
"and you could always stay here with me." aaron playfully, but earnestly offered. "and be my beautiful, thoughtful, astounding, beautiful assistant coach."
"you drive a hard bargain," your eyebrows rose, feeling his chuckle underneath your fingers. "but it's okay. i'm not gonna let them think they're running the show, or that they can step on me like that." you shook your head. "and as needed, i might have to flaunt you around."
aaron grinned, proudly. "that's my girl."
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Love Bites (S.R.)
Summary: Spencer struggles to control himself when Reader wears a turtleneck.
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Second person POV, established relationship, hickeys, neck biting, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering Word Count:Â 3.1k
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It wasnât until mid-October that the air began to reflect the season. The warmth, while appreciated, had outstayed its welcome. But then, one morning you woke to an open window. The wind whistled through with nipping breath that came as a shock and settled deep in your lungs.
It was finally the time youâd been waiting all summer for.
With a newfound pep in your step, you slipped into a simple turtleneckâperfectly flattering and taut over each curve. Its collar brought a warmth with it that felt like a familiar loverâs embrace. It was a simple, mindless decision to wear it. A creature comfort. You thought nothing of how it might pique curiosity or wandering eyes.
That was, until you stepped into the bullpen and were greeted with the devilish grin of Derek Morgan.
âItâs a bit early in the season for a turtleneck, isnât it?â he asked with an accusatory tone.
âWhat do you mean?â you shot back innocently.Â
You shouldâve known better than to ask.
âAre you hiding something?â
The implication brought blood rushing to your face. Your mind flashed back to memories of the last, distant time that your neck had needed covering. The last time that your lover had had his fill of you.
You shook the thought away just as quickly. You werenât prepared to give Derek the satisfaction of your embarrassment. You scoffed, instead.Â
âHa-ha, very funny.â
Your efforts backfired almost immediately as the man stood from his seat and stepped closer.
âThatâs not a no,â he crooned from just behind you.
That time, you answered by peeking over your shoulder to lock eyes with your curious friend. You flashed a smile and a quizzical brow before you returned his teasing with some of your own.
âI think youâre just trying to see some skin.âÂ
The fire in his eyes sparked from the challenge. With a confident twirl of his finger, Derek continued, âI think youâre hiding something.â
But, luckily for you, he had been wrong.
(This time, anyway.)
All it took was a simple tug of your finger beneath the collar. A little pull of snug fabric to reveal the unmarred skin beneath it.
âHere,â you said with a chuckle. âHappy yet, perv?â
Derek glanced down, just long enough to inspect the skin and see nothing strange. Then he shook his head and accepted defeat with an even brighter smile.
âFine,â he sighed before quickly adding, âFor now.â
The threat, uttered in jest, was overhead by another. A man who was by no means pleased by the not-at-all-cordial exchange between coworkers.
As you took your seat, Spencerâs disgruntled frown catches your eye from the neighboring cubicle. Before you could even ask what was wrong, he spoke. His voice was hushed and rushed with an undercurrent of frustration.Â
âYou have to stop,â he muttered without even looking up.Â
The overly serious, cryptic manner of speaking was difficult to take seriously.
âWhat?â you asked through a chuckle.Â
âYou have to stopâŠâ he repeated before adding, âtorturing me.â
At first you laughed. But after a moment, you realized just how much desire was laced through the words.
Spencerâs bottom lip quivered as it turned into the most pitiful little pout. His cheeks were twinged pink, and his jaw was tightly wound. Your gaze fell to bouncing legs that quickly shuffled closer together, as if trying to hide⊠something.
â⊠Are you serious?â you asked in a whisper.
Spencerâs eyes snapped shut before he brought his hands to cover his face in shame. It didnât help. As soon as he was deprived of your inquisitive eyes, he was met with perfectly captured memories of the last time the two of you had alone.
Memories of how you looked, bare and writhing beneath him in his bed. Memories of his face buried in your neck, laying sloppy kisses over skin that reverberated with your sweet sounds of pleasure.
His hands left his face quickly, shifting to grab his sweater in an attempt to cover the inopportune evidence of his lust.
âReally?!â you said louder than youâd meant to, âYouâreâ?â
Pink cheeks turned to a deep shade of maroon as he struggled to reclaim control over his own body.
âShut up,â he snapped.
âReally?â you asked again, anyway.
Spencer nodded in defeat. His struggle was obvious but enjoyed by at least one of you.
Thatâs why you decided to make it worse.Â
âThatâs all it took?â you asked. Tucking your finger back beneath the fabric covering your neck, you once again revealed the hidden skin. Then, seemingly innocent, you drawled, âThis?â
âCut it out!â he squeaked.
His hand shot up from his lap, grabbing hold of your arm and tugging it down as far as he could. At first, the fabric came down, too. Just enough for him to see the hollow center between collarbones.
But then the collar snapped back into place, and he exhaled with relief.
Once he finally managed to make eye contact again, though, he found no mercy. Instead, he found an excited, sinful smile stretching over your cheeks.
âAwwwe. Thatâs so pathetic,â you cooed.
Like a puppy in the face of punishment, Spencer returned to the confines of his cubicle without another word. You caught his eye again as your tongue darted forward and caught between your teeth.
He peered at you from a safe distance and tried to ignore the way you were looking at him. It was impossible for him to ignore, though. Not when you rewarded him with a small giggle.
âYouâre so damn cute,â you said.
Spencer tried to appear unaffected, but you saw how his lips began to turn up and his neck burned red.
âCan you keep it quiet, actually?â he said with feigned confidence. It faded almost immediately after he met your eyes. Then his voice trembled as he explained, âIâm trying to⊠do⊠work⊠stuff.â
The sight warmed your heart enough that youâd decided to allow him a brief reprieve. You were at work, after all. You could always toy with him later.
âOkay, Iâll stop torturing you,â you sighed once more.
And for the first time that morning, Spencer sputtered a laugh as he answered, âThank you.â
True to your word, youâd returned to work. You spent the rest of the day trying not to think about turtlenecks and collars and other ways to torture your boyfriend. Your thoughts had stayed as innocent as possible.
But if youâd paid closer attention, you mightâve seen how the hunger in his eyes intensified throughout the day. You mightâve felt the unbridled lust burning through him grew each time you readjusted that simple circle of fabric.
By the time youâd arrived at home, the desire was so all-encompassing that it left him nearly senseless. Unbeknownst to you, heâd been waiting for the moment he heard the door click shut. The moment he could have you again.
âWhat did you want to do for dinner, by the wayâ,â youâd started. The words never made it.
The first thing you felt were his hands. Broad and strong and digging into your hips with enough power to elicit a gasp.
You both stumbled clumsily until your back hit the wall. Spencer kissed you with an equal gracelessness. His lips crashed against yours with enough excitement that your teeth bumped and dew gathered on your upper lip.
It was a moment of desperation, a longing to be closer to you as quickly as possible.
You couldnât help but laugh.
âOh, wow, you werenât joking earlier, were you?â you managed between return kisses.
Spencer finally relented, if only for a moment. Seemingly comforted by the sound of your laughter, his movements shifted to slower, more intentional worship. One hand lifted to cradle your cheek. Spencer let out a shaky exhale when he felt you return the gesture with some weight. A subtle showing of trust, of safety, of love.
He kissed you again because he couldnât help himself. But this time, as he pulled away, he slurred a non-answer that told you everything youâd needed to know.
âYouâre so pretty.â
Youâd had the thought to tease him for his at-times-excessive flattery. But Spencer found another way to take your breath away.
That beautiful, brilliant boy dragged his hand from your jaw to your collar and quickly pulled it down. Just enough to make room for his eager, insatiable tongue.
A breathy moan came out instead of words. A wonderful, encouraging sound that only made him want more.
You, too, wanted more. Quick hands began uncoordinated efforts to disrobe one another while shuffling towards the bedroom. The awkward stumbling brought you back to a simpler time. A teenage-esque love, an exploration of intimacy that was repeatedly broken by giggles and gasps.
When you finally managed to pull his pants down his hips, you were met with a firmness pressed against you.
âSomeoneâs eager,â you purred against parted lips.
But Spencerâs voice had shifted to a softer, breathier register.
âIâve been waiting all day,â he whined, âjust to kiss you.â
It was a sweet sentiment that became even sweeter when he pressed his erection harder against you.
You grinned before your tongue sneaked between your teeth.
âI think you want to do more than that,â you said like a dare.
His hands and tongue had already made a mess of you, but you stood proudly on display for him. Beneath your collar, Spencer could spot minuscule red speckles already blooming across your neck.
âYes, please,â he relented before his lips sought yours again.
You broke apart quicker this time, only to make room for you to remove his shirt. When youâd attempted to remove your own, however, his hands gripped your wrists with enough force to make you jump.
âWait!â he cried. With wild yet hooded eyes, he begged, âLeave it on.â
You couldnât say no when heâd looked at you like that. Like you were the most beautiful creature carved and perfected by the Gods, made to be worshipped by tongue and teeth.
You had both grown tired of the time spent those few inches apart. Quickly, you both stripped and stepped out of your underwear on your own. Youâd even managed to shed the bra beneath your shirt in a swift movement that Spencer was convinced constituted magic.
You stumbled together once more, falling back into the bed and crawling over one another until youâd settled into the otherâs arms.
Spencer was above you looking down on the disheveled beauty beneath him. He used one hand to carefully turn your face toward his rather than its more scandalous attempt to peer down between your bodies.
He didnât tease you, though. Not with his words, anyway. He trailed his finger slowly and ever so softly down your features. Down your jaw and over the bunched-up collar. With more pressure, he dragged over the pebbled peak of your breast.
There was a tense silence as he concentrated on visualizing every inch of skin that lay beneath your shirt. His mouth hung open, his breath coming out shaky and hot with need.
Once he reached the hem of your shirt, his mouth was quick to return to your neck. His tongue tickled the sensitive skin enough to cause goosebumps to ripple over your skin. Your fingers tangled in his hair to pull him closer. He obliged in more than one way.
Youâd almost lost track of his hands until they were all you felt. Lithe fingers sneaked between your thighs and ran through already wet folds. He gathered the honeyed substance on one finger before sinking into you. There was little resistance, your body succumbing to his touch like it had done a hundred times before.
You sighed with relief as his finger began moving inside you with gentle strokes.
Spencerâs kisses moved up, teeth nipping at your ear before he chuckled.
âI canât believe you called me pathetic,â he whispered in a lower register than you were used to.
You shivered and he felt it. Another finger pressed into you as his movements became more hurried. His own need twitched against your thigh when a soft whine escaped your lips.
âYou know how much I love it when youâre pathetic,â you said with great struggle.
Any attempt to win back the power had been quickly lost as Spencer growled, âClearly.â
Instead of giving in to a more primal desire, though, you just laughed, âOh, be quiet.â
As you kissed him, you felt his smile.
âFine,â he sighed. âThere are better things to do with my mouth, anyway.â
He kept the first few kisses chasteâa strong contrast to the lewd sound of your moans as his fingers began making gentle circles around your clit. He kept that pattern with quick kisses all over your face until his hand finally withdrew.
He drew his nose along your jaw as a failed distraction. There was simply no way not to notice when he aligned himself between your legs.
Your stomach tensed as the sensations bordered on overwhelming. For a moment, all you could focus on was the feeling of his breath puffing hot against the fabric covering your neck. But then with one smooth movement, heâd entered you to the hilt.
Then, as if his mouth and manhood were fighting for your attention, he yanked your collar down and latched onto your neck with more fervor than youâd thought possible. The fabric strained and creaked, but you couldnât find it in you to care.
At first, Spencer merely ground his hips harder against you, seeking some deeper refuge than you could offer. While his lips made quick work to mark your neck, your nails did the same to his back. You violent carved into the flesh with the utmost love. Spencerâs teeth did much the same.
When his hips finally withdrew, his thrusts were hurried and bruising. All of the silent tension of the day had led to this moment of catharsis. The animalistic blend of your bodies left you panting and keening for more.
âSpencer,â you choked on a pleasured sob, âdonât stop.â
He didnât. Instead, he switched sides of your neck and began suckling at your pulse until you felt dizzy. Seeking to find that fast-approaching euphoria, you pressed his head against your neck until his teeth had to part to make room for more of you.
âHarder,â you gasped.
He took it literally, teeth sinking into soft skin with little hesitation. His hips moved more intentionally, too. Your back arched from the overstimulation and he took full advantage of the new angle.
With each thrust, you felt your body change. You could feel the subtle ache buried beneath mountains of pleasure. Spencerâs teeth released your neck just in time for you to throw your head back once more.
He left sloppy kisses on the wound heâd inflicted before quickly moving on to whatever unmarked skin he could find. Everything about him screamed desperation, an insistence for what heâd wanted most of all.
You. Every single inch of you.
And you, in return, sought to surrender it to him. He accepted it with greedy hands and tongue. But eventually, he felt how you trembled from the onslaught of pleasure. He, too, found himself reaching a height unknown. His lips got looser, his breath heavier and his hips stuttering as he licked the sweat beading on your neck.
âMine,â he growled like some feral beast.
âYours,â you answered much the same.
That simple concession was all it took for him to finally fall apart. With one final thrust, Spencer came to your deepest point and spilled his warmth. The kisses heâd tried to continue against your neck were broken with a low groan that reverberated through your bones.
Everything in that moment felt like him. Everything in that moment tasted like you.
Both of your bodies collapsed the moment it was over. Spencer nuzzled further against your neck, still seeking its innocent warmth despite the debauchery heâd covered it with.
Before youâd had a chance to think about it, he pulled your collar higher to near touch your chin. The movement emanated with guilt.
âHey, so,â he chuckled softly.
You waited, suspicious, before answering.
âI think you should, umâŠâ he mumbled. Then, bracing himself for the backlash, he quickly finished, âYou should probably wear a turtleneck for the next couple of days.â
But instead of chastisement, you rewarded him with a laugh.
âSon of a bitch,â you said through gritted teeth.
You looked down at the man resting atop you. Of course, you felt the aching of freshly bloomed bruises all over of your neck. But you also felt the soft twitches of him still inside you. The warmth of his tired breath against your jaw and his fingers gently stroking your side. You saw and felt the quiet comfort of his companyâanimalistic desire and all.
âWorth it,â you decided.
You changed your mind a couple days later.
As you stood in the center of the bullpen, once again adorned with the highest collar you owned, Derek Morgan stared you down.
Like a child being chastised, you averted your eyes as quickly as you could.
Immediately, his usual, devilish grin had morphed into full-bodied laugh.
âReally? Again?!â he cried. âNow I know youâre hiding something!â
You scoffed, trying to hide your increasingly obvious anxiety.
âYouâre a menace,â you said. You offered nothing more. In fact, you felt compelled to raise your shoulders and tilt your head, further shielding your neck from view.
âOh? No peek show today, huh?â he practically giggled.
You said nothing. Your glare said everything.
âWhat you got under there?â he taunted. With another step closer, he crossed his arms to match you. He was close enough that your hair stood on edge and your muscles tensed.
âYou donât want anyone to see your little love bites?â
He wanted a reaction you nearly gave him. You fought every urge in your body urging you to run. Instead, you stood your ground and stared him directly in the eyes.
Then, deadpan, you said the most terrifying thing you could.
â⊠Iâm reporting you to HR.â
You turned on your heel. Rushing off (with no intention of actually reporting him), you heard the panic beneath several layers of suave confidence.
âAwe, come on!â he laughed. âIt doesnât have to be like that!â
Derek chased after you. And that time, Spencer felt no need to follow. He left you in the lurch and stayed seated at his desk. It was the best way he knew to guard your secrets.
But if anyone had been paying attention, they wouldâve seen how he smiled.Â
They mightâve even noticed how much it matched the bruises beneath your shirt.
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Imagine having to deal with both of your werewolf boyfriends going into rut. Theyâre both so possessive and desperate to thoroughly breed you.
Through the growling and manhandling, you feel two cocks push their way into you at the same time, stretching you to the point you fear youâll be ripped in half. As you struggle to adjust, they both purr and melt around you, rubbing their scent on you and nipping either side of your neck.
It didnât take long for them to start moving, causing you to cry out. The stretch was painful at first, but now it was making you see stars, your cunt already sensitive from being lapped at by your boyfriends for an hour beforehand to help prep you.
It felt so strange to be fucked by two cocks, the feeling of them rubbing against each other inside of you making you moan and drool all over one of your boyfriendsâ chests.
Forget them just fucking into you, when they knotted you, you really thought you were going to burst. Your tummy was already stuffed full of cum and now you were being double knotted? You couldnât help but whine and complain, tears falling down your cheeks.
They spoiled and pampered you as you took their knots, covering you in kisses and purring. They were so happy, just wanting to be stuffed in your pretty cunt forever.
The rutting season left you feeling absolutely exhausted after, and your boyfriends made sure to absolutely pamper you to make up for it.
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Alastor with a breeding Kink
A/n: lets goooooo....not sure how I feel about this though.
Warnings: Ruts, breeding kink, p in v, marking,knotting, mating, marking/biting, scent marking.
If it was one thing that Alastor hated was the seasonal rut's he's go through. They were fine at first, he wouldn't say he was hit by the need to just fuck. Sure he had the occasional outbursts of anger, he might slaughter a few useless imps but it was nothing to sever.
That was until you came along, the demon could not pin point the moment he felt attraction to you but it must have happened at some point since he locked himself up in his room refusing to see anyone. It was strange, his palms were sweaty, his pulse racing but the only thing he could think about is fucking you, to breed you.
That same mantra kept chanting in his head over and over. 'Mine,mine,mine.' He needed you, he needed to mark you and show everyone that you were his.
Hearing a knock on door, Alastor took a deep to compose himself but of course all composure was the moment his eyes landed on you. His name spilled from your lips, voice strained as he looked at you.
"What can I do for you my dear."
Biting your lip, you slipped into the room making sure to close the door behind you. "I want you to fuck me."
"Pardon?"
Sighing, you shook your head watching him closely, you cod see the sweat running down his brow. "I know you are going through your heat and I want to help you."
Running his tongue over his lip, the demon took a step towards.His hand grasping your chin as his gaze bore into yours. "You do know what you are asking, correct?"
"I do." Placing your hand on his chest you looked up at him through a heated gaze. "Let me make you feel better Alastor."
Alastor's eyes darkened with desire as he heard your request. His possessive instincts surged to the forefront a predatory grin curling his lips.
"I will claim you as mine completely." He growled as he brought you to his chest. Bending down Alastor then captures your lips in a passionate kiss as he placed you on his bed. His clothed shaft pressing into your inner thigh. His fangs sinking into your bottom lip as his nails clawed at your clothes. The demon eager to free you both and soon you were both naked. His ears flat on his head as he drank in your form. You were so cute, so beautiful and you were all his.
Alastor was holding back, holding back his true form. He couldn't do that to you, not yet but soon, soon you'll be ready.
His ears, ever sensitive, flattened on his head, twitching when you ran your fingers over the tip. His cock hard, brushing your slick entrance. "Look how well you take me." He whispered into your neck as he slowly thrusted into your warmth. He savored the feeling of your tight warmth wrapping around his cock.
As Alastor moved with a steady rhythm, his hands grasped your hips, holding you tightly against him. He could feel your nails digging into his back, your legs wrapping around his waist, urging him to go deeper, to claim you fully. With each thrust of his cock, you shuddered feeling him fill you completely, stretching you to your limits.
Alastor could feel the base of his cock swell, a knot forming that the base of his shaft locking you together making sure he will remain in inside of you until you were both satisfied.The pleasure intensifying, the symphony of pleasure that had you moaning and writhing beneath him.
Seeing you wither beneath him, his eyes darken with desire as he hears you cry out his name. His lips curl into a wicked smile, revealing a hint of his sharp teeth. He leans in close, his voice husky and filled with anticipation.
"I'll knot you and make sure that every inch of me stays inside you," he murmurs, nearly losing the static.His thrusts become more urgent, he had to force the urge to let his full form show. His horns nearly pushing through his hair as his ears twitched.
"Tell me you're mine," he growls, his voice possessive. "Tell me you belong to me"
His words send a shiver down your spine, and you meet his intense gaze with equal fervor.
"I'm yours, Alastor," you gasp, your voice filled with need. "I belong to you and only you."
Waves of pleasure wash over both of you as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.He could feel your walls tightening around him. Time felt like it stood still as he filled you completely, his cum coating your walls. Alastor's teeth sinking deep into your neck, his nails clutching your hips marking you. The sensation of being stretched and claimed by him overwhelmed your senses as he held you close. Your walls clamping tight around his cock his body trembled with pleasure.
A deep, guttural growl, he continued to spilled his seed inside you, his knot ensuring that every drop of his essence would remain within you.
In that moment, you knew without a doubt that you were his and he was yours. A bond, together in body and soul, it was in that moment that Alastor realized he truly loved you. Even if he was in hell, he had his own little piece of heaven here in his arms.
Leaning in, his tongue dragged across the mark on your neck. Your leg draped over his hips, ears flattened on his head. "Mine."
An airy laugh escaped your lips as you let your fingers play with his ears. "Yours, always yours."
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Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Summary:
Daryl comes back from a run acting strangely needy, and you find out that Zach made him jealous. (You may have to thank Zach later.)
Or - Daryl fucks your brains out to prove to himself that you're his.
Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during early Season 4/The Prison Era.
Word Count: 3,000
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Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.
Warnings: this is mainly a smut fic - the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; the reader and Daryl have a sexual relationship that skews slightly romantic; the reader's age is not at all specified; Daryl being very needy (hence the title); Daryl is more dominant the reader is more submissive, but there is no laid out rigid roles; Daryl is jealous and trying to 'claim' the reader after someone else makes sexual comments about her (when she is not around to hear those comments); mentions of Daryl drinking alcohol and smoking (does not take place during the fic, just a background element); some manhandling - from Daryl towards the reader (nothing unrealistic or beyond Daryl's known strength); oral sex - reader receiving (Daryl certified pussy eater); references to hunting/killing animals for food (come on, this is a Daryl fic); Daryl is slightly mean in this (he tells the reader to shut up) - but he's not vengeful or mean on purpose, he's just in a mood; spit kink - Daryl spits on the reader's pussy; pussy spanking (this was such a last minute addition and I am so glad I did); Daryl calls the reader 'woman'; overstimulation - towards reader; mention of the reader crying/having tears in her eyes (due to overstimulation); Daryl being very possessive due to his jealousy; hair-pulling - Daryl receiving; very slight anal play (Daryl tongues the reader's asshole - juust a bit); penis in vagina sex; unprotected sex - they don't use a condom and there are no mentions of other forms of birth control (don't be like them); there is no mention of Daryl cumming inside the reader, though because the fic ends before we get to his orgasm (sorry, Daryl); slight cockwarming; the sex gets rough toward the end; I believe that's it for this fic?
A/N: No, this was not the winner of the poll. But right now I am in a mindset for TWD fics because I have been watching the show and I think it's a good opportunity to get this one out of my drafts - especially because it's shorter and easier to edit. If it's not your thing, feel free to ignore it. Also, I am not doing a taglist for this one because a lot of people on the taglist last time did not follow my taglist rules (basically, they were tagged and they didn't show up to read the fic, so it feels like a 'why bother' type of situation). So I'm gonna clean out the taglist and after such a short time, I am considering quitting taglists altogether. Anyway, if you do read it, I hope you enjoy the fic.
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Need.Â
That was the only word you could use to describe Daryl in those moments as he threw you down onto the cot and ripped your pants off with record speed. The air was absolutely ripe with need, the likes of which you had never felt or seen from Daryl before. Especially not in this magnitude.Â
Daryl Dixon was someone who rarely came off as needy.Â
Since the two of you had started this relationship (it was strange to call it a ârelationshipâ when there was so little conventional romance to it, and so few words) - Daryl was never someone you would have described as âneedyâ. He was always the definition of calm. He was level-headed, quiet, reserved - even more so in the face of your intense needs. The more you became a puddle of melded need, when you boiled over into pure want, especially in his presence, the more he turned into a stone wall of uncrackable cold hardness that you wanted so desperately to see crack.Â
It was a game the two of you had been playing since day one. And he hadnât lost yet, not once.Â
Of course, the sex was amazing - even if he never let that facade down. He made sure that your overwhelming, unhidden need always came first. He made sure that you had cum first - usually more than once - before he even considered sticking his cock inside of you or letting you drop to your knees in order to serve him. He was never selfish - a man that lived to serve, in fact.Â
That was why it surprised you when he came back from a run that day and grabbed you by your arm, practically dragging you out to the admin block. It was a place that you and Daryl had set up a little nest for personal privacy in the old wardenâs office. Daryl had chosen the location both for its privacy, and for the wonderful irony.Â
He found it downright hilarious that he was someone who had been reprimanded by cops before the total collapse of society and had been nearly arrested half a dozen times (he liked to put the emphasis on nearly, because he was a fast runner and often disappeared into the woods where they didnât care to chase him, in contrast to someone like Merle, who was a known drug dealer was of far more interest to them - and much slower). Daryl was someone who could have easily ended up in prison, and now he could sit behind a wardenâs desk and smoke a stash of fancy cigars that he had found hidden, and he had polished off the fancy whiskey in between fucking you.Â
And he took an even greater enjoyment in fucking you pinned against the wardenâs desk - but for practical purposes, he had lugged a cot into the office and set up a more comfortable space for the two of you there. The two of you even slept there sometimes because he still refused to sleep âin a cageâ - as he put it. Everyone else in the prison liked to fake that they didnât know where the two of you went, but really - they were just glad that your love nest was far enough away from everyone else that they didnât have to be subjected to the sounds you and Daryl made.Â
And you were glad that you didnât have to pretend to go hunting in order to escape to the woods for some privacy. Especially because, even as capable as Daryl was, the threat of Walkers looming over your head while he fucked you did make it a bit difficult to get fully lost in the sensations.Â
But all of that was far at the back of your mind while he shucked off his crossbow and tossed it aside carelessly (usually he was someone who was careful to put away his weapon, not wanting to damage it so that he wouldnât have to waste precious time on repairs) - but today, there was something simply rabid about him. Something itching and impatient.Â
You couldnât deny that it turned you on, but you had to question what had caused the shift in him. Especially when all of your little games - your teasing, your flirting, your dirty words - hadnât been able to crack him for months.Â
âDaryl, whatâs gotten into-?âÂ
You couldnât even finish posing the question before he began ripping on the waistband of your pants once again. That tense irritability became potent in the air once again when the fabric got caught up in your boots, Daryl letting out a deep grunt and glaring at the obstacle.Â
You reached for the laces in order to get everything off, thinking this was what he wanted, but he simply put two large, commanding, calloused hands on the backs of your thighs and shoved down - hard. He pinned you down to the cot with a tough force, something that made the metal of the supposedly temporary furniture squeal with a worrying sound. You almost didnât hear it over the pitiful, whorish gasp that escaped your lips.Â
He was never like this. He was never so desperate.Â
You loved it. Your body was flooded by heat, equally as desperate within seconds.Â
âDaryl!â You cried out, half confused, half hot red and turned on.Â
Your cunt ached fiercely and clenched around nothing and Daryl locked eyes with that pulsing gash, letting out a pleased hum. There was barely a blink before he dove between his own hands, digging in his fingers in tightly where they held onto your quivering muscles and immediately he licked a long, hard stripe up the center of your pussy.Â
Hungry.Â
That was a word you would have used to describe Daryl many times before.
He was messy and shameless when he ate meals. You had seen him dig into game bloody and raw when he had taken you out hunting, when he was starving and impatient and truly treasured a fresh kill.Â
Currently, thatâs exactly what you felt like - a fresh kill, recently captured by him, a true prey animal under his grasp being absolutely devoured while you could do nothing more but lay there and take it.Â
It felt utterly amazing.Â
It felt like where you belonged.Â
The room soon became filled with sounds - loud, adamant slurping as his tongue furiously worked over your cunt, creating the same kind of shameless slobber that he did when he was thoroughly enjoying a meal. Your gasps and moans shuddering through your lungs as the sensations rocked your body, the pitiful squeaking protests of the cot as Daryl leaned against you more, putting more weight on those rusting springs.Â
He began moaning against your heated flesh while he continued to hold you down by your trembling thighs, and while your ears rang with blood and your face bloomed with heat, you soon realized that the distant, repeated keening sound you could hear - almost like a dying cat - was you.Â
You were having difficulty catching your breath and you quickly became dizzy from the hot, heavy pleasure vibrating up your body from his tongue. Made even better by the feeling of his coarse beard rubbing against your sensitive pussy lips, and the deep vibrations of his moans against you.Â
All you could do was tightly clutch onto the blanket you had used to make up the cot and buck your face against him, hoping for him to shove his tongue deep inside of you or put some more persistent attention on your needy, throbbing clit, rather than simply grazing against the sensitive organ with each pass, making you more and more needy -Â
Daryl groaned into your cunt and then, much to your frustration, he pulled away completely.Â
âStop squirminâ.â He grunted at you, his voice a whole new shade of dark and lustful thick that you had never heard from him - one that made your whole body quiver.Â
You let out a pathetic moan, more wetness gushing out of you.Â
âDaryl, please-âÂ
âShut up.âÂ
Somehow, him barking this rudely at you made you even wetter.Â
You squeaked out another pathetic little sound, expecting that he would get back to devouring you like you were his last meal, seemingly for his own pleasure - but then, he managed to surprise you yet again.Â
He used his hold on your thighs to spread your legs (as much as he could with your pants still tangling your ankles together). And then he pursed his lips and heaved a thick, heavy glob of spit onto you - aiming perfectly and causing it to land right on your sensitive, swollen clit.Â
Just like his perfect mouth, it was hot and slick, and simply seeing the shiny bead come from his lips to land on you caused you to scream and buck against him like a cow being branded. Which is exactly what he had intended - for you to be branded by him, marked as his, fully owned by him.Â
Hot tears of pleasure escaped your eyes and he locked right onto your gaze - even through the choppy dark curtain of his too-long bangs, his steel blue eyes pierced into your soul and the burning lust you saw there punched you in the gut. When he took one of his hands off your thigh, you didnât have a moment to think about what he was going to do before he brought the heavy pads of his tough, well-worked fingers down onto your already sore clit and spanked you.Â
Once, twice, three times - something he had done to you before, knowing exactly how hard to hit you without making it painful, just enough to jolt shocking pleasure through your body and make you sob.Â
âListen, woman.âÂ
He ground his voice again, lowly, making you shiver when he leaned in and gripped your face with that now wet hand, forcing you to face forward and pay attention to him. You stared at him through tear-misty eyes, absolutely enraptured and lustful, wanting nothing more than him.Â
âThis is mine.â He growled these words with quiet power, driving his point home with another smack to your cunt that had you crying out and seizing against the touch.Â
âYours.â You chirped back, eager to affirm it, your brain filled with nothing but him. âYours, all yours. Daryl-âÂ
Before you could babble out any more affirmations, he took an even tighter, possessive, bruising death grip on you once again. One hand on your hip and the other on your thigh - trying to keep you right where he wanted you as he dove back in, just as hungry. This time he gave into exactly what you wanted, seemingly because your words had been what he wanted. He knew you all too well even without words, and he latched his mouth around your mound with intent, laving his tongue furiously across your clit without relenting.Â
You werenât sure which was worse - the teasing, or him tongue-fucking your clit like he was trying to drive you insane.Â
Your hand flew to his hair with the intention of shoving him off as white hot sparks of overstimulated pleasure-pain flew up through your gut, but your muscles curled instinctively and you wove a tight grip into his locks without thinking. Unintentionally drawing him closer and locking him in place as you gurgled out cries of wounded pleasure and he continued to moan against you, almost making your poor clit numb.Â
But of course, being as perfect at this as he was with everything else, he drew an orgasm out of you just as he wanted to.Â
âDaryl! Fuck! Iâm cumming! Iâm cumming! Iâm - ah!âÂ
He moaned against you in pure pleasure as it happened, and then he retreated down your pulsing hole to lick up every single bit of your wetness as it freshly flowed out of you. He continued to moan, slurping and flexing his tongue so he wouldnât miss a drop, eating you like the finest delicacy he had ever experienced. His tongue even strayed down your perineum, dipping into your other hole a bit, clearly unafraid and never shy, not wanting to miss a single bit of your taste.Â
You were left panting, desperate to catch your breath, and with your brain still completely out of commission, he stood up, his mind already on an entirely new track. You couldnât contain your whine of disappointment when all of his warmth was suddenly gone, even his hands losing contact with your thrumming skin.Â
âDaryl-?âÂ
You didnât have long to question it before you heard the sound of a zipper.Â
Not even knowing when you had closed your eyes, you whipped them open to see him shoving his pants down to mid-thigh and pumping his cock in hand a few stray times before he stepped toward you. You werenât the biggest fan of the âbent in half like a pretzelâ position, as your back was starting to ache slightly, but he took the look of pure hunger in your eyes was all the consent he needed (especially with the way your gaze was focused on his cock, the slight glisten of precum beading at the tip).Â
He was secure in knowing that you would stop him or tell him no if you needed to.Â
And there were absolutely no thoughts of stopping on your mind when he put a hand back on your hip and used the other hand to guide his cock into you, sinking deep inside of your slicked, hot cunt in one smooth movement.Â
Fuck - he always filled you up so fucking good.Â
âDar-âÂ
âAll fuckinâ day.â Daryl growled out, tight through his teeth, taking only a single moment before he began to pump his hips forward, fucking into you.Â
He wasnât quite as furious as before, his pace slower now. Seemingly, he had gotten some of that pure need out of his system by eating your pussy. He began to thrust in and out of you at a leisurely pace, making you feel comfortably, pleasantly full.Â
âAll fuckinâ day, I had to listen to Zachâs goddamn yappinâ.âÂ
Your brain was slowly coming back into function.Â
He had gone on the run with Zach and Sasha.Â
You thought Daryl liked Zach?Â
Surprisingly, Daryl then reached for your shoes and began undoing the laces - perhaps now finally interested in getting your pants and shoes out of the way. You just laid back and let him do whatever he pleased, your cunt flashing with a warm, pleasant feeling - simply enjoying that it was Daryl fucking you.Â
âHad to listen to that little smart-mouthed fuckinâ asshole-âÂ
Daryl let out another grunt, smacking his hips into yours particularly hard, causing you to let out a gasp. He took off one of your shoes and dropped it to the ground.Â
âHad to listen to him go on and on about you.âÂ
What?Â
Then went the other shoe.Â
Your jeans followed soon after, easily untangled from your legs by Darylâs deft fingers, making your legs free up to spread widely, inviting him in further - he laid himself down against your body, and you found your muscles much less stiff with your knees bracketing around his waist. There was another moment of comfortable fullness - stillness, as he laid there, nosing at your neck, seemingly enjoying your scent with deep breaths.Â
You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp in a way you knew he liked, boiling over with curiosity until the question leapt out of you.Â
âWhat happened with Zach?â You had to ask, still slightly fuck-dumb and confused.Â
You didnât know it, but hearing the name come off your lips was enough to trigger another intense wave of that feeling in Daryl. The jealousy, the neediness, the urge to claim you.Â
Daryl let out another harsh growl - a sound coming from him that made your pussy leak around him and clench down hard on his cock. He grabbed both your hands and entwined your fingers with his - a fierce, demanding grip rather than a romantic one. He kept you pinned in place, right where he wanted you, and he began fucking his hips into you at a fast, hard pace that was enough to push a scream right from your lungs.Â
âHe - would-nât - shut - the - fuck - up.â Daryl grunted in your ear, emphasizing each sharp syllable with a deep, harsh pounding of his hips into your pussy. âAbout you.â He whispered those words lowly, dangerously into your ear.Â
âDaryl-â You gasped, your whole body dizzy and vibrating with that electricity once again.Â
âAbout your ass-âÂ
He reached down and grabbed your ass - harsh, digging his fingers into the flesh with a possessive touch that made you cry out. He hammered his hips forward and used that touch to drag you toward his cock, fucking you onto him like a fleshlight for a few moments before he continued speaking.Â
âAbout your tits-âÂ
He reached up and groped your breasts aggressively through your shirt, popping one of the tiny decorative buttons. A wreckage that would only serve to show off more cleavage in the end. Your nipples instantly became stiff under his touch and you arched into his hands - only for the rough, wonderful feeling to be gone too soon.Â
âDaryl,âÂ
âHe wouldnât stop talkinâ bout what you might look like when you cum.â He growled out. âWhen he ainât never gonna get to know.âÂ
It was thrilling, him being so possessive of you now. But you knew that it was so Daryl. Him being angry at Zach for speaking about you in a vulgar way, but holding his tongue - not speaking up then because he wanted to keep your relationship private, didnât want to claim you in front of someone publicly.Â
Or he simply kept his mouth shut because he didnât want to lose his temper when they had a job to do.Â
âHe wouldnât stop-âÂ
âPlease, Iâm yours.â You moaned out, grinding your hips into him desperately, needy for his full and focused attention.Â
As much as you enjoyed the jealousy streak that had started this heated encountered, you needed Daryl to focus on you now - not on the words of some petty boy who had either been trying to rile Daryl up or didnât even know the two of you were together because of the lack of PDA in your relationship.Â
âDaryl, please. Iâm yours.âÂ
âThaâs right,â Daryl growled out, his voice dangerously low. âYouâre mine.âÂ
He leaned tightly over you once again, and when his hips picked up speed - you were done for.
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A/N: Please keep in mind, this is a oneshot, and there will not be a continuation or a 'Part 2'. If you are going to comment, please comment about the body of work that has already been written. If you like this and you want to see more of my fics in my style, you can check out my most recent fic Heaven's Gate, which is also a Daryl Dixon x Reader fic, or you can check out my other TWD works on AO3.
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chapter 4: the game a bridgerton!au
pairing âžș duke!satoru gojo x fem!reader
summaryâžș dearest gentle reader, a new season is upon us as the ton gets ready for a season filled with drama, heartbreak, and passion. after being crowned diamond of the season, duke gojoâžșonly looking to marry just to secure his inheritanceâžșhas his sights set on you, the easiest (and most obvious) option. later, when you catch his saying unsavory things about you on a terrace when he least suspected it, you swear to never marry gojo. as london's fashionable set goes through yet another wedding season, will there be hope for scandalous gossip, hate, and thinly veiled insults, or will we witness blooming love and passion?
warnings âžș nsfw, enemies to lovers, bridgerton au, angst, fluff, SUGGESTIVE, eventual smut, jealousy, misogyny, regency era au, gojo being infuriating, reader also being infuriating, both of them are clueless honestly
chapter summary: satoru has some revelations about you. both you and satoru share some quite...happening days at the manor, including an eventful game of pall mall. (4.9k)
a/n WARNING this chapter is suggestive. like always minors dni. not edited at all bc im sick of this chapter lol (like always i fear). see u at the bottom ;)
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Dearest reader,Â
It has come to the attention of This Author that Miss Itadori, the undeniable diamond of the season, has made her appearance at Gojo Manor a full week ahead of the rest of the ton. Such early arrival can only provoke speculation: might the tender buds of affection be blossoming in the Kentish countryside? Shall we soon witness Miss Itadori departing with more than just fond memories, perhaps even a ring upon her finger? These are the very questions now fluttering through the minds of young ladies and their ever-watchful mamas, who may find their carefully laid plans to ensnare Lord Gojo dashed before the house party has even begun.
âž» LADY WHISTLEDOWNâS SOCIETY PAPERS
Gojo leaned back in his chair, fingers absentmindedly drumming on the armrest as he watched you fumble with the library door. The soft fabric of your nightgown slipped off your shoulder, a glimpse of bare skin catching in the dim lightâžșsomething not lost to Gojoâs eyes as he watched your figure disappear angrily. Your face was flushed, eyes wide and uncertain. Despite the flurry of emotions playing across your features, what struck him most was the way your hands trembled as you fought to maintain composure.
His lips pressed into a thin line as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. You had come hereâžșof all placesâžșinto his sanctuary, and for what? A part of him couldnât reconcile the image of you sneaking into the library in the dead of night with the proper, composed lady you portrayed during the day. The whole encounter felt surreal, leaving a knot of confusion coiled tightly in his chest.
His gaze lingered on the empty doorway after you vanished, a strange hollowness settling in his chest. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to shake off the feeling, but it clung to him like the shadows of the room. His fingers tightened around the armrest, knuckles whitening as if he could grasp onto something concreteâžșsomething that made sense. But all he was left with was the lingering echo of your footsteps in the hallway and the ghost of your flushed face in his mind.
He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling slowly. His mind kept returning to the way your nightgown had slipped from your shoulder as you fumbled with the door. The pale fabric had slid down so effortlessly, exposing the curve of your bare skin. It wasnât scandalous, not reallyâžșnot enough to warrant the way his thoughts kept circling back to it. And yet, he couldnât shake the image, the unexpected flash of vulnerability. The sight of it stirred something in him, a quiet confusion that unsettled his usual composure.
What was it that made him notice? Gojoâs brow furrowed as he considered it, his fingers absently drumming on the armrest of his chair. He had witnessed plenty of women in far less modest circumstances (most of them courtesy of his friends, who forced him to go to ridiculous events), and yet, this felt different. There was something about the way you had tried to maintain your dignity, the way you had fought to compose yourself even as your face flushed and your nightgown betrayed you. It was... distracting.
The memory of your fearful expression gnawed at him. He had expected haughty arrogance or calculated charm, not genuine fear. You werenât like the people who usually surrounded him, playing their part in society's grand performance, all vying for his attention. There was an intelligence in your eyes, a spark that made him feel something unsettlingly close to admiration.
He couldnât make sense of it. Why did it matter that you were different? Why did he find himself enjoying your company, despite the fact that you seemed entirely uninterested in his? He drummed his fingers against the armrest, contemplating the possibility of pursuing you for the rest of the seasonâžșthough he quickly dismissed the thought. You were uncooperative, difficult. A chase after you would be nothing short of exhausting.Â
And yet...
His attention shifted back to the desk, to the scattered papers you had left behind. Gojo reached for them, his fingers brushing lightly against the edge of the parchment as though handling something fragile. The numbers and diagrams were a mess of scribbled notes, and yet, they held a strange familiarity. His brow furrowed as he traced the lines with his eyes, piecing together the fragmented calculations. Then, like a puzzle falling into place, it clicked.
Venus. Of all things, you had been calculating the size of Venus.
Gojoâs hand froze midair, hovering over the papers. He blinked, his breath catching in his throat. He had assumedâžșno, expectedâžșyou to be reading some frivolous romance, a book about love and passion, something fitting for a young lady sneaking into a library. But instead, you were working on complex celestial calculations.
He had pegged you for a typical young lady of the tonâžșsomeone more interested in the latest gossip or the affections of suitors than in the stars. It annoyed him, more than he cared to admit, that he had been wrong.
Gojo set the paper down, his hand resting on the edge of the desk as he leaned back in his chair. The flicker of irritation that sparked in his chest was unfamiliar, unsettling even. It wasnât just that you had surprised himâžșplenty of people had done that before. No, it was the fact that he had misjudged you so completely. He prided himself on being perceptive, on seeing through peopleâs masks with ease. Yet here you were, slipping past his assumptions with nothing more than a few scribbled notes and a fleeting presence.
His gaze dropped to the floor, and for the first time in a long while, he felt uncertain. Gojo wasnât used to feeling this wayâžșunsettled, annoyed, and a little too curious for his own good. He tapped the papers lightly, lost in thought. What did it mean that you had gotten under his skin like this? That he found himself wanting to unravel the mystery of you, to see what lay beneath the surface of your carefully constructed facade?
A sigh escaped his lips, low and quiet. His hand finally left the papers, and he leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as if it held answers he couldnât quite grasp. The world around him was filled with people who either fawned over his charms or remained blissfully unaware of his true nature. But you? You saw right through him. You challenged him, unsettled him, made him question things he had never thought to question before.
With a final glance at the empty doorway, Satoru leaned forward again, ready to dive back into his work. But this time, his thoughts werenât solely on his familyâs ledgers. They were on youâžșand the undeniable pull that had started to form between you.
And inevitably, because Satoru is distracted, he lets the lull of sleep sneak up on him, swathing him in its deep, heavy blanket.
No, Satoru hears himself think. Youâre not supposed to be here.
Youâre sitting on his bed, somehow made it up to his chambers. A part of Satoru comprehendsâžșin all his sleep-deprived gloryâžșthat he is definitely dreaming, but thereâs an overwhelmingly stubborn part of him that dominates his entire consciousness, refusing to accept the fact.Â
Youâre leaning on your elbow, resting on your side on the foot of his bed. Part of him wants to believe that you are really here, sheer nightgown that seems to get shorter and shorterâžșslipping up your thighsâžșevery time his consciousness paints an image of you. The sheer material drapes over your figure, accentuating the gentle curve of your waist and the fullness of your hips, painting a picture that torments him.
âMy lord,â you whisper.Â
Itâs just his title, but your voice carries a sweetness it never holds in reality, dripping with an unfamiliar softness that makes Satoruâs heart lurch. Panic takes root, and he scrambles back, trying to distance himself from the fantasy in front of him. His back slams against the headboard as he fights to resistâžșnot just you, but the part of himself that aches to abandon all notions of honor. That part of him that craves to do things to you that are anything but honorable.
Then, he notices your smile. Itâs not the polite, practiced smile you show at balls or to suitors vying for your attention. This one is sincere, warmâžșa smile that speaks of affection, the kind youâve never shown him before.
Like you are in love.Â
And you are not helping Satoru in his restraint because you position yourself, crawling like a predator, straddling his lap. Satoru is suddenly breathing too fast, his chest tightening with the weight of desire and disbelief.
Your lips are at his ear. Your lips are so soft. âTouch me,â you say, trailing your lips down feather light across his jaw.Â
Right now, you are in love. With him. You are his, and Satoru desperately does not want to fight it.Â
He does not want to.Â
Your hands start trailing down his torso, and now he registers that he is simply wearing a linen shirt and underwear because you are tracing the edge of his underwear, touching his inner thighs, getting so, so impossibly close toâžș
âNo,â he rasps, squeezing his eyes shut. âI am a man of honor.â
But thatâs a lie. One that Satoru clings to, because admitting the truth would shatter everything heâs built. His identity, his valuesâžșthey all rest on the lie heâs desperately trying to hold onto.
What he really wants is nothing between you and him.
He wants that flimsy nightgown gone, the one that barely covers your thighs and what lies between them. He wants to keep the candlelight burning so he can see every inch of you, learn every detail of your body. He wants to slip off your chemise and explore the softness of your skin, trace the swell of your breasts, the dip of your hips, and taste the sweetness of your lips.
Satoru canât focus on anything except the fact you are utterly, scandalously close to him, sitting on his lap and staring at him as if you love him.Â
And his treacherous heart wants to abandon duty, honor, the dukedom, the royal familyâžșeverythingâžșand simply take you. To feel the weight of you pressed against him, wrapped around him.
But just as his hands move to cup your face, you start giggling. âNo, you are not.â
Satoru blinks, confused.
You laugh again, light and teasing. âYou are no man of honor.â
And suddenly, your laughter echoes in his mind, filling the room with its taunting melody. It etches itself into his thoughts, leaving an indelible mark.
âYou are a coward.â
You entered the drawing room to break your fast, Choso by your side, and immediately locked eyes with Gojo, who was already seated at the table with his mother. He quickly looked away, focusing on the toast he was slathering with an ungodly amount of jam.
As you moved to sit at the table with Choso, you couldn't help but study him. Gojo appeared more disheveled than usual, perhaps a bit fatigued, though any sign of vulnerability quickly vanished when your mother spoke.
âLord Gojo, it is a fine morning, is it not?â she inquired with her usual warmth.
Gojo smiled, leaning back in his chair with his characteristic nonchalance. âIndeed, Lady Itadori, especially as I am blessed with such lovely company as yourself and your daughter.â His eyes flickered toward you, an arrogant glint in them before they shifted back to your mother.
You and Choso exchanged exasperated glances.Â
Your mother chuckled, clearly charmed. âOh, my lord, you flatter me. Tell me, what do you favor for breakfast? I am always curious to hear of others' preferences.â
âClearly, it is toast drowned in enough jam to satisfy an army,â you muttered under your breath, delicately spreading butter onto your own toast.
Gojoâs eyes flashed, and he couldnât resist a retort. âAt least I do not indulge in something as dull as butter.â
You stiffened. âButter is far superior to such overwhelming sweetness. Jam annihilates the taste of the toast itself, rendering it pointless.â
âAnd butter,â he shot back, âadds nothing but blandness. It is unremarkable, simple, and tasteless.â
A surge of heat rose to your face, ready to deliver another sharp remark, but before you could respond, Duchess Gojoâs lilting laughter filled the room. âOh, my dears, what a lively couple you make!â Her tone was teasing, her eyes alight with amusement. âSuch spirited conversation at breakfastâžșhow delightful!â
Both you and Gojo stiffened, your faces flushing, though whether it was from irritation or something else entirely, you couldnât say. You hastily turned your attention back to your toast, while Gojo busied himself with his tea.
Duchess Gojo clapped her hands together lightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. âSince we are all in such a lively mood this morning, I do believe a game of pall-mall is in order once breakfast is through. The garden is in full bloom, and the weather is perfect for it.â
Your mother smiled graciously. âA wonderful idea, Duchess. It has been some time since we last enjoyed a game.â
âIndeed,â the Duchess agreed. âAnd I daresay a little friendly competition will do us all good. What do you say, Lord Gojo?â She turned to her son with a knowing look. âI trust you are up for the challenge?â
Gojo leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. âI never shy away from a challenge, Mother. But do be warned, I have no intention of losing.â
âConfidence is a virtue,â you remarked dryly, reaching for your teacup, âbut do not let it cloud your judgment. Pall-mall requires more than mere bravado.â
Gojo raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. âAh, a challenge from you as well. This shall be an interesting morning indeed.â
âLet us hope your skills in the garden match your flair for words, my lord,â you retorted, your tone light (for the sake of preventing your mother a heart attack) but your gaze to Gojo sharp.Â
Duchess Gojoâs laughter rang out once more, her eyes gleaming with delight. âOh, this will be most entertaining! Come now, let us finish our breakfast, and then we shall see who emerges victorious on the field.â
You took a sip of your tea, pointedly ignoring the way Gojoâs gaze lingered on you as you did so. The day had barely begun, and already, you felt the familiar tension of being in his presence. But if there was one thing you knew, it was that you wouldnât back down from a challengeâžșwhether at the breakfast table or in the garden.
Duchess Gojo clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with excitement. âNow, we must let our diamond choose first. After all, she is the only lady participating today.â
You smiled warmly at her, a polite nod of appreciation. Gojo, however, frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced between you and the bag of mallets. âAre we not simply setting her up for victory?â
Turning to him with an innocent smile, you crossed your arms. âWhatâs that, my lord? Are you unable, as a man, to deal with the loss of your chosen mallet? I know some men depend heavily on certain familiars to win.â
Gojo held your gaze for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a dismissive shrug, he looked away. âChoose whatever you want. I will be sure to defeat you regardless.â
Duchess Gojo placed a warm hand on your back, encouraging you forward. âThatâs the spirit, my son. Now, Miss Itadori, do choose which one you fancy.â
You approached the bag of mallets, your eyes scanning over the selection. They varied in subtle shapes and sizes, each one seemingly tailored for a different style of play. Your gaze settled on a mallet slightly larger than the others, painted a light blue shade. Its weight and shape seemed particularly advantageous for aim and controlâperfect for directing the ball with precision.
As you picked it up, Gojoâs expression darkened, a hint of irritation flickering in his eyes. âOf course, she chooses the best one,â he muttered under his breath.
âWell,â Duchess Gojo crossed her arms. âI suppose itâs only fair that you all let the lady go first.â She turned to you, nodding. âI will go join your mother for tea inside, my dear.â Winking, she adds, âShow these boys how real ladies do it.â
As the duchess took her leave, Choso, always the supportive brother, leaned over to you with a small smile. âExcellent choice, sister. Show them how itâs done.â
You gave him a grateful nod and positioned yourself for your turn. With a graceful swing, you sent the ball rolling smoothly across the lawn. Choso clapped in approval, but when you looked up, Gojo and Yuji were both glowering at you from the sidelines.
Gojoâs lips curled into a smirk, clearly not amused by your success. âBeginnerâs luck,â he commented dryly. Yuji could only nod in mindless agreement to Gojo, and you graced him with a glower. Traitor.
Now it was Gojoâs turn. He stepped forward with confident ease, positioning himself with the mallet as though he had been doing this his entire life. With a swift, practiced swing, his ball shot forward and struck a target dead center. Yujiâs eyes sparkled with admiration, practically beaming at Gojoâs skill.
Choso and you exchanged petulant glances, unimpressed by Gojoâs display. But Yujiâs excitement only grew, and he couldnât resist praising his mentor. âIncredible, my lord! You never miss!â
Chosoâs turn came next. With a focused look, he lined up his shot and knocked Gojoâs ball right out of position, sending it tumbling off course into a forested area. Gojo let out a forced laugh, masking his irritation as best as he could, and you clapped and let out a small, petty giggle. âGood shot, brother! I fear Lord Gojo will have to travel much distance to retrieve and get it on course.â
You would come to bite your words.
When it was Yujiâs turn, he aimed with all his might and sent your ball flying out of position. You gasped in outrage, turning to him with narrowed eyes. âOh, you will pay for this.â.Â
Gojo, on the other hand, gave Yuji a hearty pat on the back, beaming with pride. âWell done, Yuji. Well done.â
It was now your turn, and you stomped your way towards the forested area where you and Gojoâs balls had traveled towards. Soon enough, Gojo was following after you.
The path was shaded by trees, and the coolness of the forest was a welcome relief from the heat of the sun. You could help but give each other glares until you finally broke the silence.
 âHow dare you bewitch my brother into turning against me?â you accused him, stepping over a stray root.
Gojo rolled his eyes, a playful smirk on his lips. âIt appears that Yujiâs blood is indeed not thicker than water,âÂ
 âOr maybeâžșjust maybeâžșyour charm isnât as infallible as you think.â
Keeping pace beside you, Gojo scoffed. âAnd yet, here you are, still engaged in conversation with me. I must be doing something right.â
You shoot him an angry sideways glance. âIâm only here because my ball is, unfortunately, in the same direction as yours. Nothing more.â
He raised an eyebrow. âAh, so itâs mere coincidence that fate keeps pulling us together.â
âMore like unfortunate circumstance.â
The two of you continued bickering as you searched for your wayward balls. The back-and-forth banter echoed through the forest, neither of you willing to back down.
Finally, you spotted themâžșyour ball and Gojoâsâžșresting precariously on top of a narrow stream of water. You both halted, glancing at each other, and then, without a word, you raced forward.
Gojo reached the waterâs edge first, but you werenât far behind. Neither of you hesitated as you waded into the shallow stream, your focus entirely on retrieving your respective balls. The bottoms of your clothes became soaked in the cool water, but neither of you paid it any mind, too busy grappling to reach your goals first.
Just as you managed to scoop up your ball, your dress snagged on something in the water. You stumbled forward, colliding directly into Gojo, who had just retrieved his own. The sudden impact sent both of you toppling into the water.
You landed squarely on top of him, the shock of the fall leaving you momentarily dazed. Gojo blinked up at you, his breath catching as his gaze dropped to your now-dampened bodice, honing in on your bosom. For a moment, his usually sharp and calculating eyes softened, confusion flickering across his face as if he didnât quite understand the effect you were having on him.
You scrambled to find your words, unsure of what to say. âI didnât mean toâžșâ
Before you could finish, Gojo gently grasped your shoulders and helped you off of him. He stood up first, his expression uncharacteristically serious as he brushed off his wet clothing and offered you a hand. You took it, steadying yourself as you rose to your feet.
Gojo swallowed hard, clearly at a loss for words. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then quickly closed it, shaking his head. âI must go,â he muttered,.
Without another word, he turned and left, leaving you standing there in the stream, confused and flustered as you watched him disappear into the trees.
âI am not impressed.â Nobara impassively stares you down with a glower.
You fluttered your fan, maintaining a delicate air of mock innocence. âWhatever do you mean, my dear friend?â
The two of you sat at a small table on the terrace, its stone surface warm from the midday sun. Before you, the expansive field served as Gojoâs personal training ground, scattered with targets and archery equipment. Gojo and his protĂ©gĂ©, Yuji, had clearly been at it for hours, their bare skin glistening with sweat under the relentless sun. They moved with a practiced ease, their focus entirely on the task at hand.
Gojo was currently demonstrating a particular stance to Yuji, his voice carrying faintly over the terrace as he corrected the younger manâs posture and grip. Yuji, ever the diligent student, watched him with an intensity that bordered on awe. You couldnât help but reflect that his expression nowâžșdetermined and assuredâžșcontrasted much with his encounter with you at the game.Â
Nobaraâs eyes narrowed as she regarded the scene. âWhy are we here?â she asked flatly, her gaze lingering on the two men.
You turned to her with a smile, fluttering your fan with exaggerated elegance. âWhy, to record in my journal, of course. One must capture the beauty of Mother Nature when it presents itself so generously from this terrace.â
Her expression remained unimpressed. âIs it truly Mother Nature that has captivated you, or Lord Gojoâs bare skin?â She glanced down at your unopened journal, its quill resting untouched beside it. âAnd how much progress have you made in this recording of yours?â
You couldnât suppress a laugh, caught in your own half-hearted excuse. âWell, even you cannot deny that he presents a rather fine figure, can you? And I will get to my writing in due time. Inspiration must first strike, after all.â
Nobara sighed, folding her arms across her chest. âI cannot fathom how you find pleasure in looking upon a man who has caused you so much distress. Many times, in fact.â
You glanced back toward the field, watching as Gojo effortlessly pulled back his bowstring, the muscles in his back rippling with the movement. His form was impeccable, each action a demonstration of his skill and strength. Yuji, in contrast, struggled to replicate the motion with as much ease and accuracy, though his determination was evident.
"Heâs clearly enjoying himself," you commented dryly, turning your attention back to Nobara. "Torturing me, that is. I might as well make due of my harrowing and demeaning stay here and enjoy some aspects of Gojo. I swear, he delights in the fact that Iâm stuck here."
Nobaraâs eyes narrowed, and she snorted. "Oh, absolutely. Men like him donât get much amusement in life unless it involves making someone else miserable."
You shook your head, remembering the library encounter all too vividly. Gojo had seemed genuinely surprised to find you there, and yet he had taken to taunting you with his usual smugness. That infernal smirk of his had been etched into your memory.
"I almost wonder," you mused, "if he was actually shocked to find me in the library. Perhaps I caught him off guard for once."
Nobara raised an eyebrow. "What were you doing? Looking for a book on how to survive insufferable dukes?"
You chuckled softly. "No, I was reading about Venus, actually. But Gojoâžșhe assumed I was indulging in some silly romance. Imagine his surprise when he realized I was working on calculations instead."
Nobaraâs lips twitched upward in amusement, but before she could respond, a loud thud! echoed across the terrace. Both of you looked down just in time to see Gojo's arrow hit the target dead center.
You rolled your eyes. Of course, he would show off. That insufferable man never missed an opportunity to flaunt his skills. Yuji, predictably, looked like he was about to faint from admiration.
Gojo notched another arrow, his back muscles rippling as he drew it back with practiced ease. His abs tightened with the effort, and though you told yourself you were merely observing his technique, your gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary. The tautness of his form was, undeniably, impressive.
âIt is a shame,â Nobara remarked, her voice breaking through your thoughts. âHe does present a rather fine figure. If only his character matched his appearance.â
You blinked, realizing that your gaze had lingered on him for far too long. âWhat?â
Nobara glanced at you, her expression half-amused, half-pitying. âI merely observe that if his manners were as well-formed as his physique, he might be a most agreeable companion.â
You opened your fan again, waving it lightly in front of your face. âPerhaps. But we both know that appearances can be deceiving.â
Nobaraâs expression turned serious as she looked at you. âYou must find yourself a husband who is both well-formed and well-mannered, my dear. Else I shall be forced to gouge out my eyes every time I am called to attend on you.â
You sighed dramatically, closing your fan with a soft snap. âWhatever you say, Nobara.â
Yet, even as you dismissed her words, your gaze drifted back to the field. Gojo was a puzzle, indeed. And whether you liked it or not, he had captured more of your attention than you were willing to admit.
Satoru is sweaty and hot, and therefore he must rush back to take a cold bath.Â
The weather is quite warm, he must admit to himself. Teaching Yuji had been nothing sort of pleasurable; the boyâs physical prowess was quite impressive, and he learned things very, very fast. If Yuji were to keep learning and working on his skill, he would easily be up to Gojoâs level or even surpass him.Â
As he climbs up the stairs to the terrace, he wipes his brow, which has budded with sweat. When he crosses a table that overlooks the field, he notices a book. His mother and him wouldnât expose any books like thisâžșa fine and intricate design covering the topâžșto the harsh, humid weather, so he picks up the book, frowning.
Frowning, he picked it up, curiosity getting the better of him. The book felt unfamiliar in his hands, and as he opened it, the words within seemed to swim before his eyes. Annoyed, he rubbed the sweat from his forehead and squinted, finally making out the fine, neat handwriting on the page.
I confess, there is something intoxicating about the notion that women might be more than what society has so neatly confined us to be. Is it truly so outlandish to consider that we, too, possess minds capable of great thought and spirits yearning for freedom?
Satoru's eyes widened, and a flicker of intrigue sparked within him. He flipped to the next page, where the writing grew messier, more hurried.
Indeed, God truly blesses the wrong soldiers with features such as his. However, I take pride in being one of His strongest for I possess the fortitude to resist the temptation of ending Gojoâs miserable existence myself.
His eyes widened. If he had been intrigued before, now he was thoroughly captivated. This had to be you. His heart began to beat faster as he quickly turned to another page, where the ink was still fresh, and a pressed leaf lay nestled between the pages.
If I were to base my choice of husband solely on physical appearance, I must confess that Lord Gojo would be a most compelling candidate. However, to consider him without regard to his character would be a grave disservice to myself and to dear Nobara, who would bear the consequences of such a choice daily.
I hold out hope for a suitor with a similar strength of physique, one whose form displays power and grace, much like Gojo. His muscles, so clearly defined, speak of formidable strength and controlâhis back rippling with every pull of the bowstring, his breath labored as he steadies himself.
Alas, such attributes, though appealing, are not enoughâŠ
His fingers hovered over the delicate page, the words sinking in. A part of him wanted to laugh at your sharpness, your refusal to fall prey to his charms, but another partâžșone that kept resurfacing and resurfacing against his will, showing up even in his slumberâžșfelt something else entirely.
âŠWhat a pity, indeed.
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a/n i feel like the only important plot point in this chapter is that gojo is a boobs guy
sorry if this chapter was a little icky :( i prefered publishing this than having to subject my dear beta reader to having to edit this mess or even me having to think about it further. i will rest so that the next chapter is better <3 (lots of fluffy moments to come in the next one)
gojo when you spawned in his bedroom
will finally treat myself to answering asks after I wake up since i'm done with this dreadfull chapter <333 jesus it's 3am
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you're here, that's the thing ËâĄË àŁȘ - franco colapinto
summary: your boyfriend tries his best to make your schedules, as a racer and student, work - even when miles apart w/c: 900
a/n: it's finals season for me and i needed to write something self-indulgent as a break from cramming forgive me đ
Being a full-time student was one thing, but being a full-time student in a relationship with an extremely clingy boyfriend, who also happened to be travelling the world to race in Formula One, was a whole other challenge.
You and Franco had had some time to adjust to a long-distance relationship since you started dating, having such different lives, and managed to make it work for the most part. But now, with him having to wholly commit to his racing and finals season rolling around for you, it put a strain on your relationship that neither of you was ready for.
It was a strange paradox - the less free time you had outside of classes and studying, the less you were able to spend talking to him, and the more you wanted just to drop everything and fly to where he was. Your morning texts and voice message updates stopped being enough, and before you knew it you struggled to go longer than an hour studying without sending your boyfriend a message to whine and complain.
You were fully aware of how immature and irresponsible this was, but this awareness did little to stop you. And it didn't exactly help that Franco seemed to share the same sentiment, telling you again and again how hard it was for him as well, how racing seemed almost impossible without you there to cheer him on. It hurt, but the two of you just had to do everything you could to get through it - for you to focus on your studies and for him to try his best at racing.
All this came to a head one Sunday though, the afternoon before one of your final exams and - because of the time difference - the night before Franco's next race. Sitting in your dorm alone, surrounded by piles of textbooks, notes and scattered pens you felt a sudden jolt of vulnerability and before you knew it you were reaching for your phone.
"Can you call?" you typed quickly to your boyfriend, your eyes lighting up upon seeing the three dots begin moving almost instantly.
"My gosh, I was just going to ask you the same thing," he replied, and before you knew it your phone was springing to life with a call from him. Clicking accept, you couldn't help but smile widely at the sight of his face.
"Hi," you say, almost shyly.
"Hi baby, how are you?"
"Good," you pause, "stressed."
He nods understandingly, "You're holding up okay, hm? Taking care of yourself?"
"Of course, Franco," you laugh at his almost motherly concern, "and you?"
"Nervous, of course."
"Well, that makes two of us." You pause after speaking, for some reason this call is turning out less enjoyable and more awkward than you hoped.
"I'm sorry, I'm just really tired," you hear your boyfriend say and when you look up you can definitely see it, his eyelids half closing over deep, dark circles under them.
"Do you want to sleep? I have to study anyways."
You watch as he chews his bottom lip, thinking of what to say though once he finally talks his voice is small, almost like a confession. "But I wanted to talk to you."
"We are talking Franco, and we can talk tomorrow once you rest."
This doesn't seem to quell his worries though, his brows still knitted in thought. "I just feel so useless knowing that you're struggling and stressed and I can't even keep you company like I normally do."
You nod sympathetically until an idea pops into your head. "We can keep the call on, carry me over to your bed - you'll sleep and I'll study."
Even through the fatigue pulling him down, Franco nods enthusiastically, doing as you say. You watch him sink into the plush white bedsheets of whatever hotel he's in, and whilst you feel a little jealous at his ability to rest right now, you turn back to your desk and start pulling out your notes.
"You'll be okay," you hear him mumble.
"What do you mean?"
"With your exams," he smiles sleepily, eyes flitting as he watches you pick up your highlighters and pens, "you're the smartest person I know."
"I don't know how much that's saying, you didn't even finish high school baby."
"Hey! I was trying to be nice," he says, feigning offence though there's a soft smile across his face.
"You're right, I'm sorry," you laugh, "you'll be okay as well, with your race tomorrow."
"I hope so."
"I know so."
"I wish you were here," he sighs, looking at you earnestly and all you can do is give him a nod in agreement.
"But for now," you wave your pen to hint at the fact that you need to get back to cramming and he seems to get the hint.
"Right, right, you won't even know I'm here," he assures you.
And despite that, the entire night passes without you once forgetting it. Not that he's distracting or anything, in fact he falls asleep mere minutes after telling you that - leaving you to work peacefully for the rest of the night. Instead, his presence, even as he sleeps, even through a screen and halfway across the world, is enough. You find yourself smiling as you study because maybe having a long-distance boyfriend, even one as clingy as Franco, has been a blessing in disguise all this time.
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