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Fearless is still crying about Alabaster and Megs finds out. cut to the scavengers freaking the fuck out because holy shit Megatron is about to bust down their door and all because their newest member catfished his kid.
Finally!
Definitely going to be doing a long version of this in the future
Hope you enjoy!
Fearless and Alabaster
SFW, Platonic, Angst, Hinted romance, Human reader
MTMTE
There had been a noticeable change on the Lost Light.
It was the behavior of the shipâs resident human, Fearless.
Ever since their no show to trivia night, and the sudden sick day they took after, they had been⌠quiet.
Their demeanor reminded the original crew members how they acted the first few days on the ship.
More composed, stiffer, more neutrality in their tone, more⌠robotic.
Magnus: âI do believe that concludes todayâs meeting.â Fearless wordlessly starts packing up their things. Rodimus: âHey Fearless, thereâs karaoke night over at Swerveâs. You wanna team up for tonightâs duo performance?â Fearless: âIâm afraid I cannot tonight, Captain. There are too many reports to fill in after Whirlâs last escape from the brig. Have a good night.â Fearless tries to leave the room before Megatron stands in their way. Fearless: âMegatron, is there something you need?â Megatron: âI need assistance in getting the classes grades in the system.â Fearless: âJust send the work to my mail and I will get to it. Good night.â Fearless wordlessly goes around the mech and makes their way to their habsuite. Rodimus: âNothing?â Magnus: âAnything? Megatron sighs: âNothing.â
The human barely interacted with the bots and always headed back to their room as soon as they finished their tasks for the day.
The only other bot on board who had the slightest idea what was going on was Whirl.
But even he refused to say much.
Mainly because all he knew was that he needed to pummel someone who made Fearless sob up a storm and he didnât even have a name!
Whenever he wasnât in the brig, Whirl became a bodyguard of sorts.
Always watching Fearless surroundings for any sign that the bot who did this was on board.
Megatron had tried to talk to them, but even that left fruitless.
Megatron is sitting next to Fearless in the empty classroom. Megatron: âThere is something you are not telling me.â Fearless stays silent. Megatron: â⌠I will not force you to talk, you can come to me when you are ready⌠but remember the crew, that I am here to listen when you wish to speak.â Fearlessâs eyes gloss a bit, but they bite their tongue and leave the grey mech alone. Megatron looks at his child sadly but decides to trust what Rung had advised him to do. Donât force it, let them come to you.
Megatron didnât like seeing his kid like this.
Even Rung tried coaxing Fearless into having a private session to figure out what was going on.
And to many surprises, Fearless denied it.
The human was always advocating for the bots to go see Rung and went to him too.
But to suddenly not want to go?
This was bad.
It would be a month into this state when the Lost Light would get an unexpected visit from the WAP.
Maybe the visit of the Scavengerâs would cheer them up.
There were two things that the crew noticed immediately.
1. The scavengers had a new crewmate
2. They looked tense, especially the new crewmate.
Fearless arrives with Megatron and Magnus. Rodimus was already talking with the Scavengers. Rodimus looks over at the three. Rodimus: âMagnus, Megatron, Fearless, you remember the Scavengers, right? Well, they have a new member!â The bot steps forward stiffly and greets the bots. Alabaster: âMy designation is Alabaster Lapis.â Fearless just looked at him with a surprised look. Fearless: ââŚNice to meet you.â The bots detected a bit of hostility in the human. Rodimus: âHow about we head to Swerveâs for some drinks? I think he has a new variety of mixes.â Megatron glances questionably at Fearless who looks ahead, not making contact with anyone.
Everyone dispersed once they got to the bar.
Many of the crew were surprised to see Fearless out and about for the first time in a month.
That comment caught Alabasterâs attention feeling the guilt rack up.
Alabaster saw a shooing motion from Misfire and Spinister before he reached the bar where Fearless was sitting.
He ordered a drink and sat beside them in silence.
They both knew they were delaying the inevitable⌠but maybe this could work in their favor
It was very awkward between the pair.
Fearless asked if his crew new about it.
Alabaster blinked before stating that they heard the conversation⌠and thoroughly beat him over the helm with his stupid mistakes.
Fearless chuckled a bit after hearing that Grimlock had swung his tail and had him dented on the side of the ship.
His spark fluttered a bit.
It had been a while since he heard their laughter.
This was a win.
Fearless looked around and asked him to grab them, they knew a place on the ship that would give them privacy.
They made their way to the oil reservoir.
Thatâs where Fearless mask dropped.
They looked at him with a mixture or sadness, frustration, anger, and something else. Fearless: âI thought we agreed in 3 more days. Or is there something else your not telling me about?â Alabaster: âWe recently had repairs on an organic planet. They boosted our thruster systems.â Fearless: âAnd you didnât think on telling me becauseâŚâ Alabaster sighed and sat on the edge of the platform, his pedes dangling above the oil below. Alabaster: âI⌠I didnât think it was important. We were already meeting each other; it was only 3 days. Those pass by in a blink of an optic.â Fearless huffs standing beside him but with an ample amount of space in between them. Fearless: âIn case you forgot, time means something different to âorganicsâ. If you need a reality check, we die much earlier than Cybertronians.â Alabaster: ââŚI knowâŚâ Fearless winces a bit at his defeated tone. Maybe they crossed a line. Fearless sits down on the edge, mimicking his stance. Fearless: ââŚWell⌠here we areâŚâ Alabaster: âHere we areâŚâ Silence⌠Fearless: âWhy did you keep it on for so long?â Alabaster: â⌠I didnât want to lose you.â Fearless: "would it matter if you did?â Alabaster looks at them with a serious expression. Alabaster: âMost defiantly.â He sighs softening his gaze. Alabaster: âI care about you, a lot. More than I want to admit it really. If there was a chance that you hated CybertronianâsâŚâ Fearless places a hand on one of his digits. Alabaster looks at them a bit surprised. Fearless smiles a bit. Fearless: âIâd be a pretty crummy friend if I did.â Alabaster: âSoâŚâ Fearless: âWell, the whole lying and the technical âcatfishingâ is going to leave a mark.â Alabaster winces a bit at the sharpness in their voice. Fearless: ââŚBut I donât mind trying this friendship thing all over again.â Alabaster smiles a bit. Fearless stands up and offers him their hand. Fearless: âIâm Fearless.â Alabaster gently shakes their hand. Alabaster: âMy name is Alabaster Lapis. You can call me Alabaster or Aster for short.â Fearless and Alabaster smile at each other.
The pair eventually made it back to Swerveâs where everyone else was.
The Scavengers were relieved to see the two in much better spirits and it was safe to assume that the two had talked it out.
The lost light crew looked over that the new mech who had Fearless perched on his shoulder.
It had been a month since Fearless had smiled that widely.
They looked almost like their usual self, a bit tired and drained but much better looking than last time.
Fearless made sure to give the Scavengerâs all goodbyes when they had to leave.
Fearless waves at the WAP as it leaves. Fearless sighs and looks behind them. Everyone is looking at them. Fearless: âUhhhâŚâ Whirl: âWhat did that bot do to you?â Fearless: âWhat?â Whirl: âI just got out of the brig to see you and that other guy smiling. You havenât done that in weeks.â Megatron: âWhat whirl means to say is that we are all happy to see that you have moved from your depressive state⌠but we are curious to what happened.â Fearless looked at the direction of the WAP. They were safe enough. Fearless: âOkay⌠but you all have to SWEAR not to do ANYTHING drastic or harmful.â The bots look around confused. Fearless: âAll right, here goesâŚâ Hopefully things did not go off the rails⌠Oh, who were they kidding, this was the Lost Light, going off the rails happened every other day. On the WAP... Alabaster suddenly shudders. Alabaster: âI feel like Iâm in dangerâŚâ
alabaster feeling the rage of the Lost Light thousand miles away
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8i've been thinking about the last asks i got today. and i think it's better for me to take a step back from this account. i know the anon didn't mean anything by it, but i still feel like i am being a negative presence on here and weirding people out with who i am is nothing i want. so, i am not deleting or anything. i am just gonna be less present with sharing personal things or leaving tags. I'll probably be more active on my second account where i don't have that many followers :)
#i guess it affected me more than i'd like to#i don't want to make people uncomfortable#and i am sorry if i did that with any of my posts i know they have been overly emotional and maybe a bit insane#it's true that i am trying to deal with losing and finding peace i am not very good at this due to my intense emotions#and my fear of loneliness and losing people. i am also in a very bad depressive episode. i am aware that this isn't an excuse for any#of my behavior. i never had a support system so dealing with all this on my own and getting no therapist who is willing to see you#it's a downer. guilt is eating me alive and my mental condition is the something that has ruined a lot for me but it has never before done#such a terrible job before. recovering from that and dealing with the aftermath of this is exhausting and has taken a toll on my physical#and mental health i know this post doesn't mean anything to most of all and is at best confusing but i guess it's my poor attempt#of avoiding that people will hate me. i don't want to self-pity more than i already did. but i do that all on my own already.#i know that life is so much more difficult than fiction and you can't expect miracles or believe in faith to fix anything#i know there is no cure to who i am. i can only try to navigate it better in the future. it doesn't mean that i can't regret what i did.#that i can't feel guilty about it. i know that won't change anything but i am also trying to get better and i understand if that's not#visible. i just have to believe that one day it will be enough for people to say 'hey. i know you are fucked up.#and you hurt me and you've been a bitch. but we'll work on it. i believe in you.' otherwise i have to believe that this loneliness#is all there is and that i'm gonna die hollow#i don't want much. i just want some patience and peace#i want to believe that i am worthy of love and that i can get a future. and yes. me talking about wanting a wife and this stupid apple pie#life... maybe it's cliche and stupid but i have been alone for years and i am so tired of fighting. is it so bad that i don't want to do#this alone? and that goes for friends as well. i want to cook for people built things and tend to a garden to take care of animals#and to create instead of destroying for once.#i don't know why i am still writing i guess when the dam breaks... again. i am sorry for ever making people uncomfortable or even hurting#them that was never my intention. i promise#so i really hope. whoever is reading this. i hope you are doing alright. i hope you had/have a good day. tell the people you care about#you love them and enjoy the little things. read that book. eat that chocolate or do whatever brings you joy. the world is so difficult to#navigate but you are doing such a great job by just existing. you are making this world a better place with the light you radiate#the last thing I want to do something I never can forgive myself for is hurting people#not only but especially the ones I care about. but beyond that those I barely know too because I care about you guys too#I just don't want that... I want to leave the world better than I found it but I'm having a hard time doing it due to this stupid fucking#brain of mine.
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Bad Boys Bring Roses - G.S.
Synopsis. Youâve never dealt with the yakuza - not once. So why is the future head of the Gojo clan suddenly coming up to you, demanding that you marry him for 30 days?
Pairing. Yakuza boss! Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, yakuza! au, fake marriage, annoyances to lovers, elders suck, mentioned k*lling (not reader or Satoru), Satoru is INSANE and SO down bad, one bed trope, praise, biting, oral (fem receiving), fĂngering, unprotected, crĂŠampie, spitting, overstim, flower language, knĂves, bit dark, HAPPY ENDING, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 9.1k (whoopsies)
A/N. I just HAD to get this out of my mind like I wanna write an entire book series on this. Spent too long researching rose language as well so see if yâall catch that hehe.
You thought the wedding invitation was a joke when it had arrived - a delicate, lacey little card that youâve probably read over a million times by now. It had been stuffed haphazardly into your mailbox, along with a ridiculously large bouquet of purple roses. Seemingly inconspicuous when you first tore into the thick envelope, wondering which one of your friends was getting married now.Â
And it was - that is, until you saw your name at the very top - right where the blushing brideâs was supposed to be.Â
We hereby formally invite you to the marriage ofâŚ
What?Â
No return address. No date. No groomâs name either. Only yours, written in beautiful, golden writing - inviting you to your own wedding, exactly a week from now.
You remember perfectly the way youâd flipped it over and over in your hands, the gears turning in your head as you tried to crack down on the motive behind this invitation. A threat? A joke? Texting all of your friends about what a cute prank that was - only to get a shared confused reaction, and a few âApril Foolâs has already passed, yâknow.â
Hell, youâd even cornered the mailman, desperate to get to the bottom of this. But that wasnât particularly helpful when he was only able to shake his head in protest, pale as a sheet, and trembling ever-so-slightly as he sped away from you. Weird.Â
Without a clue as to who sent the letter, or even a follow-up in the days after, you stuffed the invitation somewhere deep in the back of your closet and handed the bouquet to your mother. Not bothering to tell your parents where it was from - because whoâd worry over a stupid prank like this? It was probably one of the kids from down the street thatâd gotten their grubby lilâ hands on a printer.Â
You, however, had more important things to focus on - like trying to help your father revive his failing diner. It was a family business, a quaint, hearty little shop. One that was quickly, and dangerously, losing both customers and employees with the brand new fast food place thatâd popped up right across the street.Â
Which is why you found yourself here - working overtime on a Saturday night, looking over the empty chairs and stacks of boxes from behind the counter. Whatever, it was only a few weeks until relocation anyway.
You heave out a sigh, eyes flitting to the clock beside you - 11:21pm.
Nine minutes more, you drum your fingers in boredom, maybe you should just close up early. Because sure as hell no one else was-
âOh? Still open?â
âAh- Uh, yes, welcome!â Jolting out of your reverie, you stand up ramrod straight, taking in the customer standing at the door. He wasnât one of the regulars - no, you think youâd remember if he was. Cloudy white hair, piercing blue eyes that twinkle from above his shades, even in the dim light of the diner. He was so very tall, taking up almost all of the doorframe, only getting more and more imposing as he walks up to you in quick, long strides. Magnetizing.Â
And if you dared let your eyes wonder, you caught a few tattoos peeking out from his unfairly snug button-up, clashing with its flashy blue color. Dragons? Trees? Or were they flowers - roses?
âRoses.â the man in front of you answers your unspoken question, voice so very deep, and melodic - tinged with something playful in it that you wouldnât have expected at first glance. At your raised brow he continues with a wink, âCould tell ya were checkinâ me out, sweetheart.â
âF-forgive my rudeness, sir.â you sputter, face burning. You look away from the way his muscled ripple as he crosses his arms, immediately turning to fumble with the menus, âPlease take a seat and Iâll be there with you shortly.â
Youâd expected him to take up a booth, or maybe head towards one of the good tables around the corner. What you did not expect was for him to plop down on the stool right in front of you, flashing you a playful grin before humming, âSâalright, mâjust waitinâ for someone.â
Oh. Well, it made sense that someone like him would be taken. Swallowing, you hand over the menu, before giving him a close-lipped smile, âA lover?â
Resting his head on his palms, not bothering to even glance at the list of dishes before him. âMy fiancĂŠe.â
âCongratulations, MrâŚâ
âGojo Satoru.â he tilts his head, looking way too happy with himself. âPlease, call me Satoru.âÂ
You nod softly, picking up your pen and notepad to get this conversation over with - and maybe to also avoid his heavy stare that made something hot and uncomfortable coil in your stomach. âRight, Mr-â at his disappointed whine, âSatoru. Congratulations, must be one heck of a thing to plan.â
âOh Iâm having fun with the wedding planning.â He waves off your words with a chuckle, missing - or pointedly ignoring - the way you were waiting for his order. âHowâs it going for you?â
What?
You narrow your eyes at the way Satoru was batting those long lashes up at you, deceivingly innocent and waiting for your answer. âIâm sorry- Me? Did you mean with the diner relocation plans or-â
âNo no no.â he laughs, loud and boisterous. And usually youâd have a thing or two to say at someone interrupting you if you werenât so mesmerized by that little dimple at the corner of his grin. One that moves as he plows on, âMâasking how wedding planning is going for you, wifey~â
Thereâs a beat of silence. One. Two. With you gaping at the pure audacity as Satoru quiets down to little titters, seemingly studying your reaction in amusement. Which slowly, but surely, drains from his face as you grit out a sharp, âIâm gonna have to ask you to leave, sir. Weâre very busy and donât have time to entertain your pick-up lines.â
Those widened blue eyes sweep the painfully empty diner, letting out a low whisper. âI can see that.â you let out a strangled noise of embarrassment at that. âBut youâre really gonna ask your husband to leave?â
Huffing in frustration, âI donât have a husband.â
â...you do.â
âI donât.â
âYou do.â
âI donât. And who the fuck are you to tell me I do?â
âWhat?!â Satoru jumps out of his seat in shock, fast enough that the stool clatters to the floor with a deafening clang! Hands slamming on the counter as he leans over it - so close that you could feel his minty breath fanning your face with each hurried, shrill word that tumbles out of his lips. âWhat do you mean you donât have a- Iâm gonna kill those fuckinâ- After I bought Canva premium just to make that invitation? Did the flowers come at least?â
And while Satoru is panicking, words spilling out of his mouth a mile a minute - only one of those rings in your mind - invitation.Â
âYou.â you hiss, barely audible over meltdown in front of you. Pointing a finger accusingly, âYouâre the one behind that prank with the dumbass roses.â
That seems to snap Satoru out of his dramatic monologue - and youâre glad it did. Because he looks up to meet your glare, âHey! You didnât like the roses?âÂ
And for the first time, you see Satoru more serious than heâd been ever since stepping into this diner. Eyes somewhere behind you, ablaze and almostâŚfrightening. âDidnât you ask him?âÂ
You whirl around to see your father, whoâd apparently rushed downstairs at the commotion. Baseball bat to fight off the intruder hanging in midair as he stands frozen, taking in the scene before him - but more importantly, that man in front of him. âYou.â
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And, well, itâs not everyday that youâre having late night tea with your parents and one of your fatherâsâŚbusiness associates. Even rarer when said business associate isâŚyou gulp, praying to whoeverâs above that this is all some sick dream youâll wake up any second from.Â
âSo, let me get this straightâŚâ you sigh, pinching your nose in frustration. Itâs been an hour or two of trying to understand whatever this was. Giving a stern look at the two men squirming across from you in the booth. âMy father was conned by one of your-â you gesture your head at Satoru, which only makes his smirk grow, â-men to take a loan from your um-â
âFamily, yakuza. Anything goes.â he supplies helpfully.
You wave him off, trying as quickly as possible to brush off the âyakuzaâ bit that makes your stomach lurch. âAnd now he owes you a favor ofâŚwhat exactly?â
Satoru leans across the table, t-shirt opening tantalizingly. Voice dropping to an almost-pleading murmur, âLook, I just need you to pretend to be my doting, loving, charming, gorgeous-â backtracking at your withering glare, â...Anyway. I just need a fake wife for a few months, convince my family to get off my back about arranged marriage nâ carrying the Gojo legacy. Then bam! you stomp all over my heart, we divorce and Iâm too heartbroken to ever get married again. Easy.âÂ
âNo.â
âPlease?â
âNo.â
You bet Satoruâs disappointed groan echoed across all 23 words of Tokyo, because it was definitely ringing in your ears amongst whirlwind thoughts of marriage? To a yakuza? Completely, and utterly ridiculous. And from his talks of âcarrying the family nameâ it seemed like he was some sort of future head as well. Though, he definitely wasnât acting like it right now.Â
âAlright. Plan B, then.âÂ
Oh? You couldnât help but think that maybe he wasnât that much of a manchild as sits up from where heâd been splayed all over the table in tragedy. Lacing his fingers together before turning to your father, continuing in a more diplomatic tone, âBut I want the cash you took. In full. Now. Gonna hafta disguise my best friend as my wife, nâ dresses for a six foot man arenât cheap.â
Your mother looked like she could faint right then and there. Choking out a noise of surprise, âB-but weâve deposited it all for the relocation- Please, canât we pay any other-â
At the firm shake of his head, you stammer, âNow? Arenât you some yakuza nepo baby, canât you just ask your parents for money?â
âNo.â Satoru chuckles, in a tone which told you that he probably could but might just lose his head for it. Only further supported as he muses, âNot unless I want a finger cut off for dealinâ money on the side. Seriously, sweetheart, why did you think I sent you the invitation last week?â
âTake me instead.â you father cries, trying to negotiate above Satoruâs half-joking mutters of âUgh, Iâm not into olâ men dumb enough to sign yakuza contracts.â
It was all too much. You couldnât take out the relocation deposit - it was a new start, possibly the only thing to save your family. Nor do you have enough in savings to pay back the loan. And if Satoruâs warning was anything to listen to, then you knew that dealing with the yakuza could be dangerous. Why you? Why you? Why you?Â
âFine.â
The moment that word leaves your lips, itâs like the whole world freezes. Everyone in the room - including yourself - unsure of whether they heard you right. âIâll do it.â you clarify, voice hesitant but firm. Eyeing the way Satoruâs eyes begin to sparkle, the beginnings of a smile curling his lips. Raising a finger to shush your fatherâs protests, âBut for a month, until we leave this place. After that mâgoing with my family and youâre never to contact us ever again. Deal?â
And oh Satoru seemed over the moon, reaching out to grasp your hand in a handshake - so warm, and softer than youâd imagined. âSwear on mâlife, wifey. You can kill me if not.â
He was so intimidating - and intimidatingly exhilarating.
Only an hour more of arguing and a quick phone call later, men - yakuza, you assume - were flooding your familyâs little diner. All tattooed and burly, looking somewhat comical as they carried your few packed-up suitcases outside. Well, at least they stayed for a late dinner.Â
And ended up being witnesses to a very rushed, very rushed signing of marriage agreements. Evidence to really show up your alleged marriage. It barely even lasted a few minutes before, well, that was that - you were married, to the son of a yakuza head.Â
You say a quick goodbye to your teary parents, soothing them with promises of âIâll be back before you know it. One month. Thatâs all.âÂ
âAnd donât worry about a thing,â Satoru sing-songs, coming up behind you. âIf thereâs anyone sheâs safe with, itâs me.â
âYou better keep your mitts off of my baby.â your father warns, raising the baseball bat still clutched in his hand menacingly.Â
âI wonât lay a hand on her, father-in-law. And anyone that even thinks about itâŚâ he cackles, breath hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. âIâll kill.â
Prancing off to hold the door of that shiny black Mercedes parked outside open for you. âLadies first.â
With another quick hug to your parents, you hastily make your way inside. Feeling extremely out of place amongst the overly luxurious interior in your slightly-stained work uniform. God, the covers on these cushions themselves probably cost more than your house.Â
âLike the car? I can buy you one. Or four, as a wedding gift.â Satoru grins.Â
Oh, right. You werenât in here alone - you were here with your newâŚhusband. The word felt so strange to even wrap your head around, instead you turn to meet his easy smile. Clenching your jaw as you grit out, âSo how do we act m-married?â
You swear he brightens up impossibly, scooting closer to you on the seat. Heart lurching as he raises his eyes to meet yours, dizzy with the heat of his proximity, he promptly pulls out his Notes app.Â
âWell, you see. I forgot to send this with the invitation so you better memorize this before we get home.â flashing you a long, long list of likes and dislikes, âHereâs my favorite color and my favorite Digimon and-â
That car ride could not have been longer. Because in addition to arguing with Satoru about who the best Digimon was, you had to fill out your own version of his overly extensive list. âSo we can be foolproof.â heâd whined. And youâd been so engrossed in the process that you barely noticed the looming estate out the window.
âWeâre here, young master and madam Gojo.â
It took a second to register that the driver was talking to you as well as Satoru, immediately pushing your face against the window to take in the scenic site before you. Heavy wooden doors - probably taller than an average house - opening to reveal sprawling gardens. Koi ponds and rose bushes lining a pathway that led to a traditional Japanese house - all power and glory. You half wondered whether you were still in Tokyo.Â
âHome sweet home.â Satoru grunts. âSuch a beautiful hell, huh?â
Your home, for the next month. At least.Â
And if you had any doubt that Satoru was in fact the future yakuza head, that all went out the window at the welcome you got. Men lining the wooden hallway, bowing at the waist while your all-new husband wraps a hand around your shoulders, pointing out the various rooms and ornaments as he led you in.Â
â-and this is going to be our room.â he brings you in front of a large tatami room, one the size of your entire diner.Â
âOurs.â you repeat. Walking unhurriedly to the king-sized bed in the middle - the only bed. Heart pounding as you take it all in.Â
âOurs.â Satoru echoes, happily. And if he was any bit as affected as you are, then he doesnât show it, instead pulling out a blue yukata from the closet, a golden Gojo emblem stamped on the back. Made with such a pretty, delicate fabric that it made you shiver to think how much it cost. âNow, I had these made jusâ for you last week. You can give me a lilâ fashion show tomorrow, so make sure you get some rest, wifey.â
Itâs only when he says the word ârestâ that you realize exactly how tired you are. Your long shift and the entirety of this having your eyes feeling heavier than usual.Â
âUmâŚâ you start, risking a glance at the bed.Â
Satoru jolts, âAh- donât worry, sweetheart. You take the bed.â beginning to saunter outside to meet his team. âGot some work, so Iâll be sleeping in my office. Dream of me~â
And, really, you almost felt bad splaying yourself out on the crisp navy sheets. Sinking into the heady smell of fabric softener, and something so so Satoru. Addictive. Like an expensive cologne that made your head spin, one that wafted through your mind as you dreamt of summer weddings, and blue, blue skies.
âIchiji.â
âYes, young master.â
âSee to it that the madam is safe. Anyone try anything funny and you bring them back alive. I wanna be the one to play with them, okay~?â
âOf course, young master.â
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Admittedly, you probably have the best sleep of your life at the Gojo estate- or, it wouldâve been if your husband didnât burst in every morning at 7am. Handing you a ridiculously big bouquet of white roses, straight from the garden, before dragging you outside.Â
Milling about the estate, Satoru was never too far behind, chattering away. Letting you hold onto his strong arm crossing the bridges, occasionally having you show up to yakuza meetings as his plus one. Relishing in the rumors spreading all through the yakuza syndicates in Tokyo. Gojo Satoru, and the commoner wife heâd do anything for.
Weirdly enough, some strange little part of you thinks he puts in a lot more work than necessary for some pretend relationshipâŚ
âI think that stupid plan is really working, yâknow.â you muse to him after a few days of this. Dipping your fingers into one of your favorite koi ponds with a nod at the figures watching you from a distance - Gojo clan elders, you assume. âThose old coots hate being within a five mile radius of me.â
Satoru huffs out a laugh, âThat so? Sâprobably the method acting then, huh? Taking good care of me, wifey?â he wiggles his eyebrows, nudging you from where he was holding an umbrella beside you.Â
Furrowing your brows mockingly, âSâfunny for you to say, they donât even look at me. But they follow me around everywhere.â
âDo they annoy you, must I do my duty as a husband and gouge their eyes out?â
HeâŚdidnât sound like he was joking.Â
Rolling your eyes, you pointedly ignoring the way your heart lurches at the word âhusband.â Still so jumpy at the idea. âSpeaking of, your parents give up the marriage proposals, yet?â
At this, Satoru clenches his jaw. âStill nagging, but theyâre finally considering you as my actual bride rather than some hijink.â he spits out, seemingly recalling whatever conversation theyâd had before. âAnd they want to have some family âdinnerâ, but itâs going to be awful and you donât-â
âLetâs go.â you interrupt, nodding determinedly. âThe realer this marriage seems, the faster we can divorce, no?â
He blinks at you slowly, âThatâsâŚtrue. For the divorce, then?â
âFor the divorce.â
And, well, that was settled - you were to meet your new in-laws. The ever-elusive heads of the Gojo clan. Also one of the most powerful yakuza in all of Japan, but, semantics really.
You spend the evening cooped up with Satoru in the library, poring over the bloody history of the yakuza - with the Gojoâs heading them all. The only time he actually leaves your side is a few hours before the dinner.Â
âFor you.â heâd murmured, lips ghosting your ear, slipping something cold onto your finger. You look down to see one of the most beautiful rings youâve ever seen - gold, with delicate blue and white diamonds encrusting it, cut in the shape of roses. âCanât be married without a wedding ring, huh? Think of it as a good luck charm for tonight.â
And with that heâs swept away in a flurry of bodyguards and ruffled men, and youâre left standing there all alone. Cheeks burning, wondering how the hell he knew your perfect fit.Â
You worry longer about the dinner than you spend actually preparing for it. Though, thatâs probably because of the group of stylists that come into your room to help you dress. Wordlessly fussing around you despite your weak attempts at conversation, eyes averted. Almost like they wereâŚscared of you.Â
But there wasnât much time to think of that - not when youâre being marched off in the direction of what you remember Satoru had called the family dining room. âMore like a fuckinâ meeting room for those hardasses.â heâd snarked.
The moment you step in, all eyes turn to you - the only ones you recognize being Satoruâs, who immediately stands with a smile. âAh, wifey! Well, arenât you a sight for sore eyes.â pulling you into a tight hug. His voice drops into a low, raspy murmur in your ear, âYa look fuckinâ gorgeous in my colors, yâknow.â
Traitorously, jolts of electricity run down your spine. Especially at how fucking gorgeous he looked in traditional wear. Whispering back, âPlaying up the doting husband bit, huh?â
âOnly for you.â
Pulling away, you drink in his dangerously handsome state. Hair so effortlessly styled, tattoos winking at you from just above his yukata - blue, to match yours. So pretty.
Stammering out, âCorny.â
âOnly for-â
âNow that the girl is finally here, may we begin with dinner?â A stained voice sounds from behind Satoru, old and tinged with a tone that years of customer service told you did not bode well. Craning your head, you look over his broad shoulders, meeting the eyes of several disapproving elders.Â
Shit. Some of the most dangerous people in this country right now.Â
Gathered here - for you.Â
Automatically, you knew which ones were his parents - painfully upright, and hauntingly beautiful in a cold, calculated way. Sat right at the head of the long table. With a jolt, you realize that you two are seated right opposite them.Â
âSo.â his mother starts, as you take your seat with a bow. Satoru doesnât waste any time on niceties, plopping down right next to you, scooting closer than necessary. âCongratulations on theâŚwedding, my son.â
My son. You ignore the way both parents pointedly avoided looking at you. Your husband, however, does not. âWhat~ Not gonna wish my dear wife as well?â
Itâs a silent staredown - one that has the entire room on edge. You donât realize that youâre clenching your fists in tension until Satoru untangles them, slipping his larger hands into yours. Gaze still alarmingly intense and locked on the other side of the table.
He wins.
âCongratulations. Let us begin now.âÂ
You breathe out a sigh of relief, the tension only slightly broken as butlers stream into the room, carrying decadent trays of food. Well, at least the food might make up for how appalling this dinner is going to be.
Itâs only 15 minutes in that you realize how very, horribly wrong you are - because the elders of the Gojo estate really donât hold back, do they? Thank God you memorized every part of that stupid likes and dislikes list.
Besides picking apart every aspect of your relationship that they could manage to squeeze out of you between the appetizer and the main course, the main scrutiny tonight seems to be you. But in that icy, subtle way that has Satoruâs jaw clenching tighter each second.Â
Lips curling, Gojo senior eyes you over his wine glass. âSo, dear,â voice dripping with underlying venom despite the pet name. âIs it true our Satoru missed an esteemed marriage meeting with the Zenin group to ambush you at some rundown old diner?â
You fight to keep the smile plastered onto your face, painful and cracking under the pressure. A hand squeezing under the table to stop Satoru from opening his mouth to retort, you answer instead, âWell, ambushed wouldnât be the word. You could say we fell in love over the counter - at my familyâs diner.â
âA waitress, she said?â
âNow we know why it was this rushed. Probably pregnant.â
âThe scandal. How far the Gojo name has fallen.â
The few stifled gasps from the other end of the table are so dramatic that you could almost laugh. But you donât. Breath hitching as Mrs. Gojo chuckles, âMarrying the daughter of a lowly diner owner? How... quaint.â
âMother, be quiet or-â
âWhat?â she throws her hands in exasperation. âCanât I say anything around here. Honestly, Satoru, Iâm just trying to make conversation with your new wife.â
Before either you or Satoru can react, his father speaks up, apparently not done with the interrogation. âYou understand that weâre just worried, right, dear? Especially with marrying into prestigious families, of course.â The emphasis on âprestigiousâ is not lost on you.â And it drives you insane.Â
Steeling yourself, you train your eyes on the untouched food below you. âI understand.â
Plowing on as if trying to infuriate you, âAnd you understand that this position is dangerous? Youâll be targeted.â
âI understand.â
âDo you? Donât be swept up in our Satoruâs charm and wealth, dear, my son just wants a way out of duty.â tone dripping with disdain, Satoruâs grip becoming tighter and tighter on yours. âThe Gojo syndicate owns half of this city, we could bulldoze over that little diner of yours with only one phone callâ
âMy wife and I are leav-â
âI said I fuckinâ understand.â Your words hang in the air like a foul stench, and you raise your head to glare. If looks could kill, all the elders in this room would be six feet under and youâd be dancing on their graves already. âNeither me, nor my husband would ever let that happen because he knows a thing or two about respect, unlike you.â Lacing your fingers tighter with Satoruâs. âSo shove your mighty family up your wrinkly asses. I donât give a flying shit.âÂ
Eyes wide, jaws dropped, the old couple opposite you finally seems stunned into silence. And if it was any other situation you couldâve almost laughed at how similar they looked to Satoru when he found out you thought his proposal was a prank.
His father adjusts his glasses. âPerhaps that is so.â
Ah, if only the rest of the table would be quietened just as easily.Â
âNot only is she a slut sheâs a-â
Thud!
It all happens so fast youâre not even sure if your eyes are playing tricks on you. Because in a split-second, the knife that was at your side is suddenly embedded, deep into the wooden table - barely even an inch away from the elder that had spoken up.Â
âYouâre lucky Iâm matching with my wife nâ didnât want to dirty this new yukata.â a voice sounds from your side. Melodic and so so eerie that you donât realize for a second that itâs Satoru - your Satoru.Â
He loops an arm under your legs as he stands up. Easily maneuvering you into a princess carry, forcing you to cling onto his robes for dear life as your feet dangle from the floor. You look up - maybe to snap at Satoru to put you down - only for the words to die in your throat at how absolutely fucking feral your husband looked. Eyes wide, aura menacing. A grin gracing his features, not the familiar one which had your heart racing, no - something so dangerous and cold.Â
âNow,â he hums. Turning his back to the room, gaze still locked with the shocked heads inside, âMy lovely wife and I will be retiring. Wonât you all say goodnight to your future madam?â
You donât know what shocks you more - the way everyone in that room mumbles out a disdainful little âGoodnight, maâam.â, or the way Satoru cackles as he carries you to your shared bedroom. Laying you gently on the mattress with a quiet, âBe right back, sweetheart.â
What the fuck happened?
He couldâve killed that man. And looked like he wanted to.Â
Your brain yells at you - run away run away run away- But you werenâtâŚscared? In fact, you donât think youâve ever been less fearful in your entire life. Especially not when Satoru stumbles back into the room, clearly rushing. Something warm spreading in your chest at the trays of food in his hands.
âDinnerâs better without a bunch of fossils on my kill list.â he grins. Settling right next to you on the bed, setting out the dinner heâd brought for you. And, well, you didnât doubt that they really were on his kill list.Â
âHey, wifey.â Satoru speaks up after a few moments of silence, satisfied with the food laid in front of you. âMâsorry for putting you through that. No more family dinners from now.â
You inch closer to lay your head on his sculpted shoulder, a hand bringing up the food to his pretty lips. He smelled so good, faintly like pine, and clouds. It made you so dizzy. âEat, Satoru.â
Thatâs all which is said, because maybe thatâs all that was needed. And for a second there, you almost forget that this is all pretend.
---
âHey, uh- mister. You alright?â you call out, voice barely audible over the rain.Â
The sullen figure didnât react at first, soaked through and eyes trained on the ground. Unmoving, even when you hesitantly drew closer, umbrella quivering in your hands.Â
You should turn around - walk away like everyone else on the sidewalk was doing. But no, something about the way he sat alone, stoic to the storm around him made you inch closer. âHere.â you hold out your umbrella. âSâour dinerâs, but you look like you could use this more than I do.â
He jolts, as if hearing you for the first time. A flash of blue, so quick you almost think you miss it. Still not raising his head fully, the manâs snowy hair tousles as he jerkily closes around the handle. Pretty. And so so sad.
âItâll be alright.â you nod.Â
And with that, you turn, running back in the rain to the haven of the diner, where your father was waiting impatiently - heâd just bought the boxes to start packing up for relocation. Fingers still burning ever-so-slightly where his hand had brushed against yours. How strange, you wondered his name.
---
Satoru stayed true to his word over the weeks that followed. His parents seemed well and fully intent on avoiding you. And, well, other than a few disdainful remarks, the elders mostly scurried away in fear at your very sight.Â
The only thing that made your skin prickle was that the housekeepers had a penchant for peeping in on the two of you. Increasingly following you - they always did, but nowâŚhonestly, it was a bit disconcerting.Â
But other than that, it was almostâŚpeaceful. You wake up every morning to a large bouquet of burgundy roses at your bedside table - and a husband. Because Satoru had taken to sleeping on the little couch at the corner of your room every night - saying something about not wanting to rouse suspicion because if he actually had a wife heâd be âtaking her to bed every nightâ. Somehow, you didnât doubt it.Â
âFunny how itâs getting close to a month of being married, but you havenât even kissed me yet.â you deadpan. Looking down at where he was resting his head in your lap, sprawled across the soft grass in the garden.
Something else also happened - something different.
Because Satoru was a bit touchier, a bit closer. Like right now, preening into your fingers carding through his soft hair. âOh~? Why, wanna take me to bed, wifey?â
âYou wish.â
âMaybe I do.â
Your hands still, pulse racing as your eyes bore into Satoruâs, trying to figure out what sort of bad joke this was. Subconsciously, you find yourself leaning down closer - too closer. Close enough that you could count every shade of blue in his hungry gaze. But by the grace of whoever was above-
âYoung master, please excuse the intrusion but you have-â
Sitting up abruptly, addressing the newcomer in a stone-cold tone. âHow many fuckinâ times have I not told you to never bother me when Iâm with my wife?â
The servant bows apologetically, sputtering out apologies as you move to get up. Flashing a smirk at Satoruâs dramatic pout, âI have to catch up on some reading anyway. See ya, Satoru.âÂ
âNoo~ my sweetheart donât leave me~âÂ
You stifle a laugh at his little tantrum, so different from when he was serious. He was soâŚ.dizzying. âYouâll be okay, Satoru.â Glancing up nervously to meet the servantâs intense stare, studying the scene before him, how different his master was. âIâll be at the library now.â
And Satoru notices - of course, he does. He sees that tiny flash of concern in your eyes. One that you might not have noticed yourself. He lowers his voice as you walk away, so you donât hear him speaking behind you. Words dripping with a similar venom he always heard from his parents, âNow, tell me who youâre spying for. Names, first and last.âÂ
Satoru doesnât join you in the library that day, the first time in weeks. And you find yourself missing him more than you should. Itâs dark out by the time youâre raising your head from the books, joints aching from poring over them for hours. The house seems a lot quieter. Somewhat bigger.Â
Something was wrong. Something was wrong. Something was wrong.Â
Scratching the back of your head, you wander through the wooden hallways to your bedroom - wondering what was amiss. Your feet take you there as if on autopilot, thankful for Satoruâs meticulous tours.Â
âHey,â you smile softly at a servant making your bed, âWhere are-â
Your question dies in your throat at the way she yelps at your words, hurrying down the corridor with a jerky bow. Weird. Leaving you all alone, and confused, muttering to yourself, itâs only then that you notice the flash of red by your bedside table.Â
Not a bouquet. Only a single, red rose - a note tied around the stem, something youâd never gotten before.Â
âThe marriage proposals have been revoked, your contract is fulfilled, my ex-wife.â
Oh, reading that hurt more than it shouldâve. You should be happy at being free, a few days earlier than expected at that - but it was over - just like that. You didnât want to leave him. You didnât want to leave him.You didnât want to leave him.
 Were you going insane?
Clutching the flower like a lifeline, heaving out a sigh, âMaybe Satoru knowsâŚâ
âThinking of me?â
Startled, you whirl behind to face your husband. In the dim-lighting, making out the stoney expression on his face, eyes wide and a little duller than they had been earlier today.Â
âSatoru?â
His eyes light up at the mere sound of your voice - then youâre engulfed in him. Wrapping you in his arms, bowing his body into yours, so tight that it almost hurts. But you let him, fisting the fresh yukata in your hands - and thatâs when you realize, heâs changed his robes since this morning. âAre you okay?â you whisper into his shoulder. Drinking in the smell of his cologne, and something faintly metallic.Â
Every cell in your body is screaming at you to take the opportunity - to run away from this yakuza and his slaughter and whatever this was. But how could you? Staying rooted to the spot, not even a speck of fear.
Satoru heaves out a heavy breath, tickling the hairs at your nape as he pulls you impossibly closer. âThose nosy elders wonât be bothering you anymore, sweetheart. Youâre free to go.â
A shudder runs down your spine at his words, and you didnât want to think too hard about what they meant. Instead, you guide him to your bed - and, surprisingly, he allows you to. Letting the two of you sink into the plush mattress. With Satoru still in your arms. He repeats, âYouâre free to go.â
Run away. Run away. Run away-
There it was again - that strained little manta. You stare right into his eyes, voice thick at the sinking feeling in your stomach. âMy 30 days arenât over yet.âÂ
âLeave. Please.â he grunts into the crook of your neck, like your hands drawing patterns down his back had broken some dam. âMânot a good man.âÂ
You press your lips to his forehead, searing and a desperate attempt to soothe the man. âI think Iâll be the judge of that.â
âIâm yakuza, sweetheart. Doomed to follow my parents here.â he mutters, strained and voice more unsure than youâve ever heard. And once he started, it was like Satoru just couldnât stop, rambling into your skin, âI hate it here, and you should, too. All these fuckin-â
âSo go with me instead.â
âWhat if-â
âToru.â you cut off his words, slurring and spilling out of his mouth. Gently, you pry him away from his little haven, reeling back to take a good look at the face heâs been hiding for so long. Hair mussed, curtaining his whirling eyes - all disheveled and vulnerable where he was once so suave.Â
Your eyes bore into his, unwavering. âItâll be alright, Toru.â
And then heâs kissing you - and youâre kissing him. Only when his lips meet yours, soft, and so so sweet, do you realize that this is everything you ever want right now - possibly these past few weeks. âYâcan kill me if you donâ want his.â he mutters into your open mouth. Â
Itâs so desperate - a messy clash of teeth and saliva, Satoru was drinking you in like you were the last drop of water on Earth. He tasted so sweet, like candy almost, and the gentle caress of a lover. You were addicted like you could do this forever and ever and-
And then heâs pulling away. A disappointed little whine leaves you involuntarily as he parts, delicate strings of saliva snapping in the space between you two. Satoruâs mouth drops into a soft oh! at the noise, surging forward minutely like he was about to kiss you senseless again. Only to halt with a pained grunt, just a hairâs breadth from your lips.Â
âMâsorry.â Claiming your lips once again, like a man possessed. Drinking in your breathless gasps. Like he never wanted to let go. âF-fuck, sweetheart. Yâdonât know how crazy you drive me.â he pants.
âWhy did you pick me?â you blurt out, a question that had been nagging at the back of your mind every time Satoru slipped his hand in yours, introducing you as his loving wife. âWas it just the debt?â
Heâs kissing your pulse now, canines hovering over the erratic little cadence. Breathing you in like you were intoxicating. âNo.â heâs licking a long, languid stripe up your neck. Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down every inch of skin he could reach.Â
âThen why?â your words come out in almost an embarrassing plea. But by the way his breath hitches, you know that Satoru loves it.Â
âBecause.â he breathes, âYou treated me like a human.â
Heâs capturing your lips with his again, nipping at your bottom lips. You squeal as he pulls, suddenly wanting him to tease you like this everywhere. To have him absolutely ruin you like you know he could - treat you like the wife he claimed you were.Â
But Satoru wasnât done yet - far from it. He chuckles, kissing down your neck, fumbling with the ties of your yukata, âRemember that night? You probably donât, was raininâ so hard I thought Iâd drown out there.â Worshiping the valley between your breasts as he hastily unbuckles your bra. âThat night was when the marriage proposals had come in. They said Iâd either carry the legacy or be forced to leave the family. Kicked out of my own home.âÂ
And youâre reeling from both his words and the way Satoru was rocking his hips into yours now, something hot, and so achingly hard pressing in the damp area between your legs. âThought I was gonna take âem all out that night.â
âTake them all out?â your breath hitches.
âEvery. Single. One.â Fingers dancing across the hem of your panties. âWouldnât have felt bad about it either.âÂ
Satoruâs licking down your navel now, humming in confirmation into your skin. âBut thenâŚâ he groans, taking in the first fucking sinful sight of your drenched panties. So flimsy and already dripping for him - and after just a few kisses, really? You were heaven on Earth. âBut then along came you. So pretty and all worried fâme. The daughter of that diner owner Iâd loaned money too.â
You watch, heart racing as Satoru swallows in awe. Darkened gaze locked on the way your slick beads out of your pussy, bare thighs trying to close - give yourself some semblance of dignity. But no- how could you? When Satoruâs holding them apart.
âAnd then I knewâŚâ heâs sliding his index underneath your panties up and down, grazing your swollen folds. Pooling your sweet sweet juices on his fingertip before popping it into his mouth. Eyes fluttering shut at the taste, and youâve never seen him look so blissful. âI just had to have you.â
Rip!Â
The cold air brushes against you before you even know it - only when you feel Satoruâs hot breath against your dripping cunt does it hit - this bastard just ripped your panties off. And he was dangling it like a badge of honor, breathing in your juices so animalistically.Â
Your lips wobble as he just admires your pussy, the way it glistens and clenches around nothing. âHah- please.â
âPlease what?â he grins, and you can feel him licking little circles around your inner thigh. So close. âThe wife of a yakuza boss has gotta know how to use her words.â
âYouâre awful.â
âAnd yet you married me.â
With such a cute lilâ whine that makes Satoruâs cock twitch so painfully, you buck your hips closer to his hot mouth. âWanâ your mouth on me, to eat me out. Please, Toru.â
He lets out a shuddering breath, âThereâs my girl.â
You gasp when he surges forward, burying his pretty face nose-deep in your pussy. Holding your breath as he lazily licks up your folds - long, sloppy movements of his tongue all the way from your base to your swollen clit. Swirling deftly around the sensitive nub.Â
Drunk off your pussy with the way heâs so messy - seemingly unable to decide between sucking harshly on your poor, ravaged clit to dipping into your sloppy hole. And itâs driving you mad, keening and pulling at his soft locks. You havenât been touched this good in ages, and Satoru was well and fully intent on ruining you.Â
âShhh, donât worry, wifey.â words muffled into your cunt, âYour husbandâs gonna take care of you.â Heâs throwing your legs over his broad shoulders.
âReal good care of you.â Then heâs plunging knuckle-deep in your plushy pussy, the tips of his long fingers massaging your plushy walls. Messy enough that your slick is trailing down his wrist. Roaming for that one spot he knows will have you moaning deliciously. Pressing down, hard. Â âFound it. Gonna have you screaminâ my name tilâ the entire estate hears.â
You tug on his hair, urging Satoruâs mouth towards your cunt - partially because you wanted him there, partially because you really needed him to shut up right now.Â
And shit how could he ever say no to his pretty wife?
Satoru is grinning, you can feel it on your throbbing clit as he wraps his pretty pink lips around it. Pumping his fingers in and out, hitting that little spot each and every time. Looking like he was absolutely in heaven as he rolls and swirls his tongue against your clit over and over and-
âSh-shit. Toru-â
âMmm, yes- fuck, love it when you call me that.â he groans. And oh heâs looking at you like he wants to devour you - eyes half-lidded, such a pretty blush disting his cheeks - and making out with your pussy just as much. Tilting his head back, back, back so that your juices slide down his throat. âFeels good? Ya like when mâruining your pretty pussy?â
âYes!â you squirm. Shaking, bucking your hips into his touch so desperately. âWanted it sâbad.âÂ
Heâs becoming frenzied now, drinking in your cute little whimpers like he was addicted. But it wasnât enough - it never was and fuck Satoru wanted more more more-
âMove your hips, yeah- jusâ like that.â Satoruâs grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Letting you pull and angle him just as you please.Â
âGonna be the best fuckinâ husband youâll ever have. Nâ anyone that says otherwise, mâgonna fuckinâ kill.â The vibrations have your body jerking violently. âMake you cum harder than yâever have. Câmon, say yes.â
And with that, heâs alternating between lapping at your clit and bullying his tongue through your swollen folds. Stretching you, thrusting in and out of your sloppy hole. Jaw grinding deeper into you as he eats you out like his last meal. âNgh- fuck, yes yes yes-â
âBeg for it, beg for your husband.â
âWanna cum- Ah! Please, wanna cum, Toru.â
One hand so messy toying with your dripping entrance - not having the patience or the sanity to even draw circles anymore. Just quick, hurried patterns to get you off. The other digging into your hips, so hard you were sure itâd leave marks for tomorrow. Making you drag your sloppy pussy senselessly all over his mouth. Using him.Â
âHngh- Toru! Ah- fuck fuck Toru Toru T-â Youâre shaking - crying out as you cum. A guttural, strangled moan of your husbandâs name. So violent, and hard that you donât even realize at first. Just that youâre rocking your hips into Satoru, white-hot pleasure behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears.
And he doesnât stop - not even once. If you were in any better state of mind youâd wonder whether it hurt - whether his fingers were cramping up, and his tongue was tired. If they were, he didnât show, only letting you chase your high as roughly as you want.Â
Greedily lapping up all your juices. Even when youâre blinking your vision back, chest heaving as you try to regain our breath. âS-Satoru.â you mewl, stars behind your eyes with each flick of his tongue.Â
âJusâ a bit more. Wanna taste all of you.â
You werenât going to make it out alive.
Big, fat tears pricking at your eyes from the overstimulation as Satoru finally rises from what you almost worried would be his favorite seat. âAll done. Now, keep that pretty lilâ cunt on display fâme, my girl.â
And your cunt is clenching in- fear? Anticipation? As your husband finally unties his yukata, letting it slide off those milky, toned shoulders. And shit he was such a fucking masterpiece. The dim-lighting bouncing off every curve and dip of those carved abs. Delicate swirls of his tattoo inching from his collarbone, down, down, down, hugging Satoru in a way that made you so half-lucidly jealous. All the way till the last inky thorn meets the neat tufts of white hair peeking up from the hem of his underwear.Â
âTouch me.â he groans into your ear. The words barely leave those pretty lips before your hands are everywhere. Dancing down his tattoo, groping at this pecs - too much to worship, not enough time.Â
âToruâŚâ you trail off, hand reaching out to brush his waistband. Tugging just enough that his throbbing cock springs out, hitting his sculpted abdomen. Red, and so so angry, fat tip weeping down his length, already so soaked in precum. He was so intimidatingly long - longer than anyone else youâd had before. Thick enough that you wondered whether youâd hurt yourself.Â
And he sees right through you.
âNow now, none of that.â he tuts, pushing your bare thighs as far apart as theyâd go. He spreads your cunt so shamefully with his thumb. Spitting once, twice. Some of it splatter against your thigh as Satoru mixes his saliva with your slick. âDonât worry, wifey, mâgonna make it feel good for ya.â
You flinch as he uses you like some object. Dangerously liking it more and more as he drags his fat head down your folds. Wetting himself, all the preparation he was going to give you because fuck Satoru needed to be inside your pretty lilâ pussy right now.Â
Then you feel like youâre being split apart - as if Satoruâs cock was pushing all the way to your lungs as he presses through the first ring of muscle.
âAh! Ngh- Toru, sâtoo big!â you yelp, eyes locked on the way your lips were stretched so lewdly around his tip. Clamping and quivering as he keeps pushing in, inch by fucking inch. No mercy. Absolutely none at all.Â
And while he sounded like he was on cloud nine, you were having your head spin, torn between wanting to run away from his massive cock and just push yourself down for more more more. His lips claim yours - absolutely animalistic because God he needed to shut up your pretty whines or else Satoru was going to cum right here right now.
âBreathe, sweetheart, breath. Ngh- You can take it.â Satoru pants into your mouth, fucking into you in mindless, shallow little thrusts just to fit inside your snug cunt. Sounding like he was losing his sanity each time your heavenly walls milked him. âSo fuckinâ tight. Jusâ relax fâme. Oh yeah, jusâ like that. You can take it you can-â
You gasp for air when he finally bottoms out inside you, tears streaming down your face and clawing at his back.Â
Satoru only coos, letting you mark him up all you want. Pace increasing relentlessly, âAww, my good lilâ wife. Taking me so well, huh?â Starting to rock his hips just a bit faster into yours, âAlways knew yâwould.âÂ
âCan yâfeel me, right-.â Balls smacking against your ass, his finger tracing an invisible line halfway down your tummy. â-here?â Thumb stroking where he could feel himself bulging inside you, pressing down. Hard.Â
You almost sob at the pressure, jolting - you shouldâve expected that the yakuza boss would fuck so mean.
And shit you can just do nothing but take it, hips jerking wildly as Satoru pounds into you with reckless abandon. Clutching at his shoulders, the sheets, his hair - just anything.Â
âCâmon~ Donât run away from me,â he grunts, strained like heâs struggling to maintain restraint. Lacing his fingers on top of your head to slide you impossibly deeper onto his cock. âJusâ fuckinâ got you, so donât you dare run away.â
You can only nod. Eyes glazed, cockdrunk and letting him thrust so sloppily. âWonât run away ToruâŚâ you babble, âWanâ you to make me yours.â
âMine? Gonna be all mine?â
âAll yours, Toru.â
And maybe you were an idiot, maybe you were a mastermind - because with a choked out little moan of what sounded like your name, Satoruâs pulling you both to sit up. The gravity makes you bury his cock deeper and faster into your tight pussy.
With the new angle, your husbandâs hitting all the right spots easily, almost as if he knew your body better than you did. Veins rubbing so deliciously against your walls, shifting around your hips to fuck up into that poor, abused spot.Â
âYa like this, huh?â he groans, fingers now toying with your ravaged clit. Rolling it around harshly between two fingers. âAlways knew this cute pussy could take me sâwell. Just didnât know it would feel this fucking heavenly.â
Faster, sloppier. Bouncing you on his rock-hard cock like he was claiming you from the inside. So, so desperate and debauched.
And exactly where you wanted to be.Â
You leave delicate pink bites down this pale neck, alongside those roses - marking him in your own way as you edge closer and closer. It was too much. Everything was too much.Â
âToru-â you sob. And he already knew what that meant. With how your voice breaks so adorably and the way youâre clenching around him hard enough that itâs almost difficult to ruin that cute pussy.Â
âClose?âÂ
âMhmâŚâ
âWell then.â thrusts getting sloppy, with no reason or rhythm now. Grip on your body tightening like a vice. âCum fâme like a good lilâ wife, then.â
And that makes you throw your head back in ecstasy - it makes you cum. Thighs quivering, jolts of electricity running down all the way from your overstimulated cunt to your hazy mind. It has you chanting Satoruâs name like a lifeline while his teeth dig into your flesh. Hard enough that you distinctly wondered whether he was out for blood.
Letting out low, muffled moans into your neck while he cums as well. Hot ropes of seed filling up your poor, bloated pussy, painting your walls such a sinful white. Cumming and cumming so hard you wondered whether youâd make it out alive.
And because of the obscene position, you could feel the way it dribbled down your legs. Thick globs landing in a pool on the overpriced sheets below, smearing so lewdly between you two. Hips still fucking up into you - not even thinking about it as he pushes his seed deeper and deeper.Â
You managed to raise your eyes, still dazed to meet his - exhausted, and dark with lust and something else that you really werenât in the right mind to decipher right now.Â
And then Satoruâs lips find yours again, biting and tugging lazily. Tasting so unfairly of candy and sweet, sweet trouble. Body melting into you like all the worries have been lifted from his shoulders. Heâs looping his arms tighter around your waist, crushing you into an almost-painful hug against him.Â
Something soft. Something new. Something that makes a little part of your heart twinge to break the kiss and pull away mere millimeters. âWe better not divorce after this.â
âOf course not.â He chuckles into your lips, resting his forehead against yours like he was trying to map the constellations in your eyes. âI havenât even given you my wedding gift yet.â
Smirking, you lock your legs tighter around Satoruâs toned waist as he lets the two of you fall back into the mattress. Sinking into it - and each other - with both exhaustion and something of a quiet, unspoken little fondness. Batting your lashes up at him, âMhm, I remember someone talking about giving me four mercedes as a wedding gift and Iâm leaving if not.â
âWell then, better get to it. Four for my in-laws to get on their good side, too,â he nuzzles the bite mark on your neck. âBecause I plan to stay like this for a long, long time.â
A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.
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I've written more in the last 24 hours than I have consecutively in years
#personal shit#it's not a ton or anything but definitely more than I usually do I'm just so into it and not worrying about editing it#and Well. will it ever see the light of day? : ) maybe in the future. maybe I want to keep my cards close to my chest.#I can say I absolutely do want to turn parts of it into mini comics#and you won't be hearing about it here in detail it's. need a shower after reading sorta stuff#but also me writing original fiction I really haven't done that in SO long#I can't remember the last time. it's probably been more than 10 years#up to 13 years
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PAC: Romantic Messages from your Lover âĄâĄ
(Please Read My Pinned post *IMPORTANT NOTE* before selecting a Pile)
Pick an Image by meditating and selecting the image you feel called to. You can be attracted towards more than 1 image. If you are not able to select maybe this reading isn't for you.
áśPile 1á¸
Youâre Whiskey in a Teacup.
âYou want me?â I giggled at his bewildered expression. - âThatâs what Iâm sayingâ. He paused a moment. - âHow - but what did I do?â - âI donât know....I just think weâd be a good USâ. He smiled slowly. âWeâd be a wonderful usâ.
âForgive me for the things I did but mostly for the things I did notâ.
âIn the future...if by some miracle you ever find yourself in a position to love again- fall in love with meâ.
Iâm okay with your history. It made you who you are. And I happen to be in love with who you are.
Moreover, perhaps it isnât love when I say you are what I love the most - You are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love.
Your lover thinks that you're unattainable or very far from their reach. They think it is a tough connection which will require a lot of efforts and they do not want to lose you. You scare them. They also think that if you don't like the way they approach you, you'll think they're a creep. So, they keep their distance and stare from far away. If you're already in a relationship with this person, this could've happened in the beginning. They think you're a nice blend of modern and traditional. There is something that you keep hidden but when they get to know it, they will be amazed by you and your abilities. They want you to recognise them and love them and feel as much as they feel for you, listen to their unspoken words. They love you for all that you are and all that you've been.
That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 1.
Love, light, peace and hope to you..đ¸đđťđź
áśPile 2á¸
âMissing you comes in waves. Tonight Iâm drowningâ.
âChances are, Iâll never get a moment like this again, so hereâs everything I ever wanted to tell you. No one has ever gotten me like you; Iâve never found anyone who makes me laugh like you. Youâre the one person who I can honestly see myself happy with; the definition of love to me is youâ.
And one day, She took off her specs. Her eyes got blurred and mine never felt so focused.
God...Youâre actually crazy. I love it.
âThe thing is, jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing. Thatâs the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose.â
That is the problem. If she wanted to dance, I would let her wreck the furniture. If she wanted to cook, I would let her burn down the house and if she wanted to scream, I would let her deafen me. Iâve never loved anyone enough to let them destroy me but God, she could take me by the throat and my eyes would sparkle at the mere inches between us.
They think you're smart, cool and confident. You make them laugh, you might have a great sense of humour. They also think that you carry yourself very well and you're an all-rounder. You might be creative and good at different kinds of indoor and outdoor activities. You both could be in a long distance relationship or you guys don't get to hang out much because of work or any other reason. You might have a good physique and they really like it. You might also be good at cooking or dancing(your body could either be very stiff or very flexible). Again, like pile 1, this person expresses very less than how they actually feel. They might be a listener and you might be talkative. They love late night deep conversations with you.
That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 2.
Love, light, peace and hope to you..đ¸đđťđź
áśPile 3á¸
How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay. - Khalil Gibran
âYou are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known and even that is an understatementâ. - F. Scott Fitzgerald
I like to think of your silence as the love letters you will not write me.
Off topic but youâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me.
If tomorrow starts without me, I hope it starts with you. You see, there is a little of us in ourselves, and more of me in you. So if tomorrow starts without me, Iâm not dead. Iâm just seeing life differently - through you. - Temitaya_zeblon
Anyone who cares about you has to realize that you need a little looking after, nothing else really matters.
I sense a lot of grief in this pile and also a lot of selflessness. They are your well wisher and they think so highly of you. They wish to see you having great achievements and happiness. They are your biggest cheerleader. They think it's so easy to love and understand you, you're just so simple, so self-satisfied. They love your silence and shyness. You might be a hopeless romantic but you don't express much through words. This person also wants to let you know that they've got your back and they wish the world for you. They might have already made up scenarios in their head, as to what may or may not come ahead in the future, but if something bad happens, they want you to carry on positively and happily. There might be someone here who lost their partner, this person wants to see the world through your eyes, so they want you to put your chin up and smile.
That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 3.
Love, light, peace and hope to you..đ¸đđťđź
áśPile 4á¸
I will choose you. Even on the days we donât understand each other.
He is even better than books. -Fiction has nothing on you.
I wasnât fooled. I knew you at once.
Youâre so special. i hope you know that. Like the universe took itâs time with you.
âYou canât love someone unless you love yourself firstâ Bullsh#t. I have never loved myself. But you...Oh God, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt likeâ.
âWhatâs special about her?â.....âNothing is special without herâ.
You must be someone really special to this person. Your guys' relationship is a roller-coaster ride and you guys never fail to communicate on matters, so it's like, you always come up with a solution together, to somehow figure things out between you rather than going for comfort elsewhere. I'm getting Justin Bieber ft. Big Sean's As Long As You Love Me, the lines where the rap part says
'You're the one that I argue with, feel like I need a new girl to be bothered with, but the grass ain't always greener on the other side, it's greener where you water it, so I know, we got issues baby, true true true but I rather work on this with you than to go ahead and start with someone new.'
You guys can't live without each other, you both think that only the other person can handle you and nobody else. You just know each other so well. You guys' love trope might be friends to lovers.
That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 4.
Love, light, peace and hope to you..đ¸đđťđź
áśPile 5á¸
I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we. -Nikita Gill
âYou are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known and even that is an understatementâ. - F. Scott Fitzgerald
I wasnât fooled. I knew you at once.
I have two sides: Clown(Intentional) and Clown(Unintentional).
âIâm tough,â I whisper. He nods. âI know you are.â....âI can take care of myself.â....âYou have,â he says. â You still do. You always will. Iâve just joined in, too. Now we take care of each other.â
âI donât want you to fall in love with me, because we fall by accident. I want you to walk towards me, and then sprint towards me, all on purpose, I wanted you to love me on purpose.â
You guys are very different from each other. One is quiet or shy while the other one is full of humor and confidence. You guys just click. Opposites attract. One completes the other. You guys have so much respect for each other. This might be a love at first sight situation for a few of you while for the others of you, you got along well really quickly with each other. The one who is shy or quiet could be the unintentionally funny one(especially when they open up) while the other one is effortlessly funny and is a pro at it. There's a lot of light-hearted energy in this pile. You both are mature but in your own ways. You might think you don't need anyone but you know that your heart needs this person. You might have been through a lot of struggles and you think you'll always be okay being alone, but no, it's not going to feel right everytime. You've always craved this kind of company, deep in your heart. So, when this person comes along, keep them.
That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 5.
Love, light, peace and hope to you..đ¸đđťđź
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Can you please do Task force 141 finding out theyâre having quintuplets! Iâd imagine that they wouldnât plan to have that manyâŚ.at least not all at once đ§ââď¸
Ghost
When the technician points out the five distinct dots on the ultrasound, he immediately goes dead silent
I mean, he's always pretty quiet anyway, but this is like quiet quiet
He doesn't utter a single word for the rest of the appointment, nor on the ride back home for that matter
This has you more concerned than you care to admit because you know that, not that long ago, he didn't think he'd ever have (much less want) kids of his own some day
So now that he's learned he's about to have five? You can't imagine what's going through his mind right now
It isn't until you're walking through the front door that you're being stopped with a gentle hand tugging on your wrist
You turn to look at him and, without a word, he drops to his knees before you, rolling up the bottom of your shirt to expose your belly
He'll press the softest of kisses just beside your navel, before looking up at you with expressive eyes that convey the foremost thought in his head: Thank you
Soap
Nearly shits a brick the moment the words leave the technician's mouth
All the color swiftly drains from his face and he has to sit down before he keels over right in the middle of the office
It's not so much fear that has him going paper white but pure shock at hearing the unexpected (yet not unhappy) news
While you'd already discussed having a big family together one day, you didn't think you'd get it done in one fell swoop
However, maybe you should've seen it coming since you both come from families that have had multiples
The possibility of this happening was decently high, so in a way, you're not all that surprised by the revelation
Once he's composed himself and is a little less ghostly pale in the face, he's eagerly requesting the technician to print out an excessive number of copies of the ultrasound
Why? Well, he's gotta send them to everyone, of course! His family, your family, all the lads at work. Hell, maybe your neighbor Charlie would like one too. Better print several just in case
Gaz
"Câ Come again?" He thinks he misheard the technician at first
However, even hearing it a second time, he has to stand up, round the bed, and get about an inch away from the monitor to confirm for himself
It's almost comical the way his eyes widen at the screen, darting around the black and white image like he can't comprehend what he's seeing
It'll take some coaxing to get him back in his seat, and as he does, you hear him mumbling to himself â something about nappies, never sleeping again, and *shudders* University
At some point, out of the corner of your eye, you see him messing with his hands
He's putting his palm in front of his own stomach then drawing it about a foot or two away, as if trying to visualize the size your belly is destined to grow
Even when you get back home, it's like reality hasn't fully hit him yet
It's not until you find him at 2am looking up double decker prams that you realize it's finally starting to sink in, and he's more than ready for the challenge ahead
Price
Seems awfully calm when the technician breaks the news to you two
Based on his reaction â a light smile and mere "Oh, that's wonderful" â you'd think he'd just been informed of the weather or something
To be honest, his reaction (or lack thereof) is a little disarming, but you don't comment on it until you're buckling up in the car, mentioning his seeming total lack of nerves about the future
He chuckles and jokes that he already has to look after three big kids at work. What's five little ones at home to compare?
Though you think you can see what he's getting at, his cool-headedness about it all still has you in a bit of a tizzy
Is he not even a little surprised by the news? After all, it's not every day that people fall pregnant with quintuplets
At your question, he smiles and leans to press a bristly kiss to the back of your hand. When he pulls back, he's smirking, giving you the smuggest look you've ever seen from a man
"Told you I've got strong swimmers, love"
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Restraining.. but itâs the guys weight holding you down.. bonus if heâs your sisterâs ex boyfriend ;) bottom male reader, reader is mentioned to have a cock. Spanking, feminization, and light degradation. (Adding dub con just to be safe but reader consents to everything)
Smut idea where reader ends up getting fucked by his sisterâs ex boyfriend and finds out he likes bigger and older men :3
After your sister, Karina,âs break up with her boyfriend, sheâs been a bit of a mess. Even though she was the one who initiated the breakup. She never told you why but she certainly told you what sheâd miss from her ex.
His smile, his hair, his hands, and his big coâ
Yeah, it was getting annoying. You were honestly glad. You didnât like the guy. Some bad boy wannabe wearing leather jackets and riding a motorcycle. He was.. like in his mid 20s! Too old to be a bad boy! You were at least glad youâd never see him again
But that wasnât true when you ended up seeing him in your home⌠the day you were trying on a pair of shorts Karina got you.. the shorts were way too short for youâyour ass cheek was basically popping out and you couldnât even wear underwear with it.
And now here you were, gripping your bedsheets tightly with the shorts around your legs as you bit down on your lip. A constant force pushing up toward the headboard as he fucked you like an animal.
You couldâve said no. And really, you were about to.. but damn, he was kinda hot. Tall, lean, and tanned skin. Jet black hair.. why did Karina break up with him..? Personality maybe?
Fuck a personality right now thoughâŚ
Anyway, while you lose your virginity to your sisterâs ex boyfriend, all you could do was whimper and whine. You tried moving but his body was pressed down onto you, forcing you to take whatever he gave you
And what he gave you was harsh deep thrusts. Easily reaching your bundle of nerves and earning muffled screams from your lips. You shifted underneath him at each graze of your prostate but was only met with a swift spank to your ass.
He didnât even say much for you to drop your shorts. A simple raised eyebrow and a smirk got you wet. Which is⌠very virgin like but at least youâre not a virgin now :)
You didnât even think about how weird it was that this guy, who was about eight years older than you and dated Karina for almost two years was fucking you without any sense of guilt.
But fuck⌠your sister was right. He did have a huge cock.. but suddenly you thought about your sister getting fucked by this guy and now you felt disgusted. You tried to move again but was met with another harsh spank and him pushing you even deeper onto the bed
It looked like you werenât leaving anytime soon. And embarrassing enough, you took it. Future you would deal with the guilt of fucking Karinaâs ex.. present you would enjoy your first ever dick
âYou do this for everyone?â
Oh. He can talk? You only mewled as his thrusts seemed to only get quicker, the sounds of skin slapping filling your room.
âDressing in these type of shorts,â he tugged at the shorts around your legs. âHow many did you seduce with these?â
You could only try to ignore him and just enjoy the feeling of getting fucked but he grabbed your hair and pulled. A cry left your lips as you glanced at him, a faint smirk on his lips.
âYouâve always been cute.. glad to know your pussy is tighter than Karinaâsâ
You couldnât help but mewl at his words, your tight heat tightening around his cock. His smirk only grewâhis eyes staring knowingly into yours.
Heâs got you now.
You came soon after that in embarrassment. How could that even make you cum? But he loved it. His past thrusts were fast but it felt absent.. now, he was fucking you like he was wanting to breed you.
Your lips were continuously open, loud and unabashed screams left your lips. Each thrust caused your body to push forward violently.
âLook at you⌠taking me well for your first time. Yâknow.. I think I know why some people love fucking virgins.â
His thrusts slowed down, earning a whine from you. He was slow and methodical which was good at first but randomly, he slammed into you, earning a cry in pleasure from you.
âNot for the innocence⌠but for showing someone new how good it is to be fucked. And the discovery of themselves.â
He slammed into you again.
âI think I donât want this to be a one time thing. This pussyâs too good to give up.â He gave a soft squeeze to your ass.
ââŚâs not a pussyâŚâ you slurred out, practically cock drunk at this point.
He only grinned. His thrusts were slow as he brushed against your prostate before stopping right there as he painted your insides. You gasped in disbelief, feeling the warm liquid.
He pulled out and got off from on top of you. You continued to stay on the bedâjust hoping heâd leave now so you could sleep in shame for sleeping with Karinaâs ex.
But you heard the sound of a camera going off. With the last bit of energy you had, you turned yourself around to look at him as he smirked at his phone.
He turned the phone to you, showing you the picture he took. Your bare ass as cum dripped out of your fucked out hole. Luckily you were face wasnât in the picture but if someone had been in your room, they could tell it was your bedroom based on the posters you could see in the background
âSafe keeping. I had to delete Karinaâs nudes⌠so I need some new material. Youâll be giving me more, yeah?â
You could only stare at him dumbly as he grabbed his shoes and slipped them back on. He grabbed his jacket and looked back at you. You could feel his eyes roaming your body before looking down at your hole that was still leaking with cum.
A twisted smirk was on his lips at the sight. You blushed in embarrassment and looked away.
âItâll be fun helping you learn about yourself more⌠Iâll see you soon. Wear those shorts again, alright?â
With thatâhe was gone. But the only thing on your mind right now wasâŚ
Why was he even here in the first place?
And uh.. more importantlyâwhat was he going to do with that picture?
Iâve always liked the idea of sister exbf but only if the bf is older and a bit mean, but I certainly think I can make him meaner for next time.. how do you guys like him?
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Kingdom Cum
â Summary: On the eve of your wedding, you're ready to let loose and make it a night to remember. In the heart of a vibrant city, surrounded by your closest friends, you're determined to savor one last taste of freedom. But when a series of unexpected encounters transforms the celebration into something far wilder than you ever imagined, you find yourself torn between temptation and the life you're about to commit to. At Kingdom Cum, the night is bound to be steamy; leaving your desires to run high, while dangerously blurring the lines between loyalty and lust.
â mingi x f.reader x hongjoong | 3.3k words | 18+ â genre: y2k cyberpunk aesthetic nightclub, exotic dancer/stripper au, the filthiest smut iâve written in a looooong ass time
â Warnings: infidelity (Y/N is at her bachelorette party) double penetration and double teaming (youâre welcome in advance), fingering, oral sex (female receiving), partial voyeurism and exhibitionism, breast play, light bondage (bride sash used as a restraint), spanking, begging, semi public sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, doggy deluxe, edging, deep dicking, belly bulge, clit pinching, ass enthusiast!hongjoong, teasing expert!mingi, well behaved!reader, multiple orgasms, sloppy oral sex, cock swallowing, cock choking, throat fucking, size kink, heavy praising, slight degradation, creampies, cum play, cum stuffing, overstimulation, the slightest power play, mingiâs got a magic cross dick piercing (bc why not hehe iâm feeling evil) thereâs probably more Iâm missing
â Networks: @ksmutsociety @k-vanity
â Author Note: a big thank you to beezy @hobeemin for beta editing, to cherry @shuadotcom, summer @beomcoups, booki @kwanisms, and maren @wooahaeproductions for hyping me up and letting me scream about this!
And also to sevn @aaagustd & nabi @jenoslutie for being my sprinting partners for several days i would have never finished this without the motivation fr, ILYSM <3
Itâs almost midnight, and the real fun is about to begin. Itâs your bachelorette weekend, and youâre surrounded by your closest friends, ready to celebrate in style.
The city lights glimmer outside, but all laughter and music are inside. Drinks flow as you and your crew revel in the weekend's freedom. Youâve been looking forward to this escape for months and with your girls by your side, the energy is electric.
The night is young, the city is yours, and the party is only getting started.
âJust wait, Iâve heard they strip everything,â Yeri says, emphasizing her last word.
âThey better be hot,â Sunny jokes, lifting her cup to sip her drink. Youâre all sitting at a table in Kingdom Cum, a popular cyberpunk nightclub thatâs known for having the two best after-dark dancers in the city - SpankMaster and SlickNasty.
âHi ladies,â a male says from behind your group, âWe canât show you everything, but you wonât be disappointed.â
Turning to look, you see that itâs a gorgeous man with a blue streak running through his tousled hair. He runs his ring-covered fingers through his colorful strands, furthering the messy-styled look.
âI heard earlier that a bachelorette party would be joining us tonight. After spotting you sexy ladies, I knew you had to be the group.â
His eyes land on you, âYou must be the bride.â
Itâs obvious, you canât pretend otherwise - even if you want to. Youâre wearing a slutty white bra top (per Yeriâs demand), and white cheetah print pants with a ridiculous silk sash that says âFuture Mrs.â across the middle.
âMingi, better known as SlickNasty, at your service,â He says, extending a hand toward you. His fingers brush yours before gently lifting your hand to his lips. Mingiâs eyes never leave yours, holding your gaze as he places a soft, lingering kiss on the back of your hand.
It feels way more intimate than itâs probably meant to be.
As he finishes, he lowers your hand slowly, releasing it with a sly smile that hints at something more.
Or maybe thatâs exactly how he meant itâŚ
âAnd here comes the other half of tonightâs show,â Mingi says directing your attention to the next stunning man walking over to your table.
âHello ladies, Iâm Hongjoong, your SpankMaster. My pleasure to meet you,â he says, his voice deep yet smooth, brimming with confidence that radiates from his effortless demeanor. âWeâre here to steal the lovely bride-to-be for the first performance.â He winks at Sunny, whose cheeks instantly heat up.
âOh, yeah, absolutely! Take her away!â She blurts, practically pushing you out of your seat and into their arms. You rise to your feet and follow them as they lead you backstage.
âAlright, hot stuff,â Hongjoong says once youâre hidden behind the curtain. âExcuse my manners, I forgot to ask for your name.â
âIâm Y/N.â
âHere,â Mingi directs you to sit down on the chair conveniently placed at the center of the stage. He stands to your left, hovering over you as Hongjoong leans in on the right side.
âJust gotta confirm before the show starts, do we have your consent to touch you on stage?â Mingi questions an inch away from your heated face.
âYes,â You nod, giving them permission.
âThatâs a good girl,â Mingi whispers in your ear. Before you have time to react, the curtains sweep open, and bright lights flood the stage, momentarily blinding you. Over the rush of excitement, you can hear your friends cheering wildly from their table.
The two explode onto the stage with electrifying energy, their movements sharp, fluid, and in perfect sync with the pounding beats. A few backup dancers join behind where you are seated. Theyâre all dressed in neon, complementing the trendy punk looks of Mingi and Hongjoong.
The stage vibrates with power as they hit every beat with precision, seamlessly blending their different styles together.
âHowâs everyone doing tonight,â SpankMaster (Hongjoong) grins, swaying his hips to the beat as he struts down the catwalk of the stage. He poses at the end, teasing all the women in the room as he slowly lifts a corner of his tank top.
He drops the fabric and wags a finger, âNot quite yet, I wanna hear you scream for it.â The crowd erupts, giving him exactly what he demands and he chuckles.
âThatâs good, very good actually,â he praises. âSlickNasty, you think you can help me out?â
Mingi saunters over until heâs behind Hongjoong, resting his hands on his friendâs shoulders before running them down his chest. He bunches the thin fabric between his fingers and tears Hongjoongâs shirt right down the middle, leaving the shreds to fall onto the stage.
They turn around, gyrating their hips to the beat and in sync with one another, before walking back over to where you are seated.
âReady to have some fun?â Mingiâs breath tickles your neck as he straddles your lap. He hovers above you before crossing his arms and slowly lifting his shirt off next, tossing it somewhere offstage where two women fight over it.
As Mingi dances, his gaze remains fixed on yours, an unspoken connection pulsing between you both with every move. The music echoes around you, but it's the intensity of his eyes that holds your attention, drawing you in deeper.
Even as his body twists and sways in rhythm, he never breaks eye contact, as if the entire room has faded away and it's just the two of you in this moment. Each glance feels deliberate, filled with a mix of arrogance and something darker that keeps you locked in, unable to look away.
The rest of the song is a blur of skin and muscles. Every roll of Mingiâs hips has your insides burning more and more. The air is thick and heavy, like the calm before a storm. And boy, do you want it him to rain down on you.
His movements overflow with unspoken words, and tension hums beneath the surface. Itâs electric and suffocating, as if any moment could tip the scales and send everything spiraling out of control. That thought pools heat between your thighs.
Hongjoong saunters back over toward you, pausing to tap Mingi on the shoulder. Itâs their signal to one another, and they switch positions effortlessly.
Mingi returns to the front of the stage, dancing energetically while engaging with the crowd, drawing them in with his cocky presence.
Hongjoong has a sideways grin on his face as he pulls you to your feet. âShow me your moves, hot stuff," he teases with a grin, twirling you around with effortless grace. As the spin ends, he slides down your side, fluidly and playfully, syncing perfectly with the rhythm of the music.
Swaying your hips against his, you raise an arm to your hair to release the claw clip currently holding it up. Tossing your head back, you let the curls bounce around you as move to the beat. Your friendsâ screams fade into the background as you lose yourself in the moment.
Mingi watches you, his eyes all dark and broody. Heâs entranced, stuck under your spell as you grind against his best friend. His eyes lock with Hongjoongâs and they share a silent exchange, and with a quick nod, agree on the matter.
Your moment is suddenly interrupted when the crowd erupts into chaos, the lights dimming, and then it dawns on you. Their set is over. This is over. Damn.
The backup performers step out from the shadows and down into the crowd, pulling fellow show-goers to the open dance floor. The DJ picks up the tempo as more and more people leave their seats to join in on the fun, including your friends who are dancing with a few hotties themselves.
The curtains shut dramatically again, closing you off from the outside world.
âFollow me,â A stagehand says, grabbing your attention and directing you backstage with SpankMaster and SlickNasty.
âUmâŚWhat now?â you ask nervously as the two look at each other knowingly. âI should-uh. I should head back, right?â You awkwardly point to the front of the venue.
âWell, now you have a decision to make,â Hongjoong smirks. âYou can go back to your friendsâŚâ
âOr you can stay here with us,â Mingi finishes, cracking open the door to his dressing room, inviting you to join them.
Your gaze travels back and forth between the two. Half of you knows better than to pretend like you donât know what will happen if you go in there. But the other half of you is dying to find out if youâre right. It is your last night of freedom, how can you turn down this chance?
âDo you trust us?â Mingi asks, pulling you from your battling thoughts.
âYes.â
Your stomach twists in anticipation as they shut the door behind you, and with a decisive click, youâre locked inside.
Mingi is the first to touch you, his large hands wrapping around your bare waist, pulling your backside up against his front. Those same hands slide up to your breasts, kneading them lightly at first. You moan, reaching backward to clutch his strong thighs, your nails digging into them as his grip tightens.
âYouâre gonna be a fun one, arenât you,â Mingi chuckles in your ear, nipping at it gently before pulling away from you. He joins Hongjoong whoâs sitting on the black couch, waiting.
âLast chance to leave, sweetheart,â Hongjoong warns, tapping the space between him and Mingi. Your legs move before your mind and heart even catch up to what you truly want, what you crave.
You should be running back to your friends, and yet, you sit.
âGood girl,â Hongjoong murmurs before crashing his lips against yours. His tongue tickles the corner of your lips, demanding to be let inside.
Simultaneously, Mingi works to undo your pants. You lift your hips, giving him space to drag the fabric down your hips, leaving them in a pile on the floor.
âDamn, baby,â he groans, looking at your damp panties. âLook how worked up you already are. Spread your legs for us. Let us see how wet you are.â
You comply and are kindly rewarded when Mingiâs fingers pull your panties to the side. Sucking in a sharp breath, your head falls back as he spreads your dewy folds open with his digits.
âIs the fact that Iâm fingering you while my best friend watches getting you all worked up?â he questions devilishly, already knowing the answer. Your face twists in pleasure with every curl of his fingers.
Mingiâs other hand wraps around your hair, pulling your mouth to his. He sucks in your bottom lip, surprising you when he bites down.
Hongjoong sucks on your exposed neck, then hovers above the spot he created, pleased with the purplish spot already growing. One of his hands dips down between your legs, meeting Mingiâs as he adds another two fingers inside you.
âThis pretty little cuntâs gotta get stretched out if sheâs gonna take both of us. Do you want that?â Hongjoong asks, his voice all husky.
âYes,â you breathe shakily, âI want that so bad.â
Their fingers quicken, pumping in perfect sync, each thrust inward hits that sweet spot that has you dancing dangerously close to the edge.
âPlease, please!â you cry out, begging for release.
âThatâs it, gorgeous. Let us hear those pretty moans,â Hongjoong praises.
Your body inevitably tenses as shockwaves rush through your body, pleasure pulsating head to toe as your insides contract around their slowing fingers.
Mingi tilts his head and grins. âAre you ready?â he asks as youâre catching your breath.
Before the words âfor whatâ even have time to register in your brain, he moves from his spot next to you and kneels between your legs. Swiftly placing his hands behind your knees, he yanks you forward. âI know what to do to make this kitty purrrrrr,â he rolls his tongue, âAre you ready to find out why they call me SlickNasty?â
âGod, yes,â you plead as he rips your useless panties off, throwing the remaining fabric elsewhere.
Mingi delves into your soaked center, and he moans deliciously, loving your sweet taste. The one thing he loves most in the world is pleasing a woman with his tongue; the satisfaction he gets is unmatchable.
His tongue licks up your slit, circling the sensitive nub several times, making your legs shake and his length stiffen.
âSuch a good slut. Look at you, trying to fuck my tongue,â Mingi rasps as you push back against his mouth.
Youâre a moaning mess, frozen in pleasure, and Hongjoong takes the opportunity to untie the back of your top. He tosses it aside with the rest of the clothing that is quickly disappearing.
He sucks one of your velvety peaks into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth before sucking to alleviate the pain.
Hongjoong massages your other breast with his hand while his mouth continues its beautiful assault on your hardening point. He releases his lips only briefly, blowing air over your wet mound, before swapping to the other side.
âFuck, I need more,â you beg, arching your back off the couch.
As if they know that youâre on the precipice of coming again, the two men work harder; Mingiâs tongue lapping your folds as his nose rubs against your sensitive clit, Hongjoongâs teeth tugging on your nipple.
A moan tears through you, your body convulsing as your second orgasm courses through your veins.
Without giving you time to come down from your high, Mingi flips your body over in one quick movement, leaving you on your hands and knees. He stands at the end of the couch, shoving his leather pants down and freeing his cock.
Your mouth waters as you take in the size of him. Something reflects in the light, and your eyes quickly land on his tip. Itâs pierced, with two bars crossing over each other, creating the perfect âXâ marks the spot.
âOpen wide for me, pretty girl,â he says, quickly shoving his length into your stunned mouth. Heâs hot and heavy, just his tip alone fills your mouth. You stretch your jaw, opening as wide as you can to take in more of him.
Something feral inside Mingi switches when he notices his cock creating a bulge in your throat. He growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair to hold your head steady while he watches it move as he does.
Hongjoong undresses behind you, quickly finding his place at your backside. He takes a moment to enjoy your ass from this angle, gazing unapologetically before raising a hand to slap the perfectly untouched skin.
Your flesh jiggles from the impact, and he rubs the area to relieve the stinging. He admires the redness growing across your cheeks as he spanks you again and again.
You moan, vibrating around Mingiâs cock.
âI think she likes that, what do you think Hongjoong?â Mingi says through gritted teeth.
âI know something sheâll like even more,â Hongjoong answers before slamming his thick length into your heat.
âOh yeah,â he practically purrs, loving the way you take all of him. With every hard thrust from Hongjoong, you choke around Mingiâs cock.
Mingi wipes the drool dripping down from your chin before gripping your jaw, âYouâre just a toy thatâs meant to be stuffed from both ends, isnât that right?â
You nod as much as you are able with his length still shoved deep down your throat.
âSuch a good toy,â Hongjoong compliments, awarding your ass with another hard smack. Your nails dig into the arm of the couch to keep from falling over.
Holy fuck.
Mingiâs cock twitches, but he holds back. Heâs got other plans on where his cum will be spilling tonight. He makes eye contact with Hongjoong, and they share the same thought as he slips out of your wrecked mouth.
You mewl at the loss of contact when Hongjoong also pulls out. But before you have time to ask questions, Mingi lifts you and carries you over to his vanity, gently setting you down against the cool marble countertop.
Hongjoongâs eyes land on something white and silky on the floor; he smirks at his finding.
Perfect, he thinks, grabbing it from the ground and twisting it in his hands as he saunters over toward you. Your mind registers that itâs your âbrideâ sash.
âHold your wrists out.â You do as you're told, and he ties it around them. He lifts your joined hands over your head, pinning them in place. âWill you keep them there?â he asks.
âYes,â you whisper, keeping them lifted when he removes his hands.
Your eyes wash across both menâs bodies, their cocks resting up against their abs. Itâs the best sight in the world.
They look to you for approval as they line their cocks lined up with your center. You nod repeatedly, silently begging them to fuck you already.Â
Slowly, they both push into your needy cunt. You feel the cool metal of Mingiâs piercing glide against your inner walls as they sink into you.
Mingi tosses his head back once heâs pushed to the hilt; the position shows off his tense neck veins.
Meanwhile, Hongjoong hisses as his body goes rigid. Taking in a couple of deep breaths, he regains his composure and turns his head toward Mingi, giving a slight nod to say itâs go-time.
You scream out when they pull back, slamming back into you before you even have time to register. Pain mixed with pleasure at the stretch you out.
âYou can take it, I know you can,â Hongjoong says, his hand gripping your waist.
âSo fucking tight,â Mingi groans.
Your eyes land on your lower stomach, where you can see their cocks practically rearranging your insides. Moaning as you watch the bulge move in and up and down motion, your arms momentarily fall while distracted.
Hongjoong growls, grabbing your bound wrists and slamming them back up against the wall. His thrusts get slightly sporadic, getting closer to his own release.
Your body glistens with sweat, and Mingi is entranced by your perfect tits with perky nipples bouncing in circles as they hammer into you.
You hook your legs around both men, crying out when Hongjoong pinches your clit.
âCome. Now.â
Mingiâs demand has your mouth watering from the sheer dominance laced in his voice. Your eyes flutter as your face twists, accepting your fate as you succumb to orgasm number three.
Hongjoong grunts as your walls tighten around both cocks. His eyes roll back as he releases his creamy load into you. He shudders, pulling out of you and watching some of his cum drips onto the floor below.
Mingi growls after Hongjoong steps back, lifting one of your legs as he pounds into you one, two, three more times until his cum shoots through your soft folds.
Youâre perfectly content and ruined, unable to move.
âDidnât I say that would be fun?â Mingi says after noticing your blissfully fucked face. He leaves a quick kiss on your cheek before stepping back to clean himself.
When he returns, youâre about to reach for one of the tissues he has in hand when youâre quickly stopped by Hongjoong.
âAh, ah, ah.â He shakes a finger, before putting two between your legs, stuffing their creamy mixture back up into your heat.
âThatâs for later, when youâre missing us,â he winks, handing you your pants to slip on while Mingi reaches for your top.
âSo, you better get back to your friends,â Mingi says, stepping back after he helps you into your shirt. âWe donât want them to think you got lost for good.â
Hongjoong taps you on the ass lightly as youâre led to the door, âGoodbye, hot stuff.â He smirks. âGood luck with the wedding.â
âŚOh yeahâŚ
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request. you falling asleep on skzâs chest and telling them you love them for the first time in your sleep
sorry it took me so long, anon! but here is the request u sent me
BANG CHAN
â it would be a little late in the night when you finally fall asleep, maybe around 11pm. itâs one of the rare days chan doesnât allow himself to fall prisoner to another all-nighter (not that it ever bothered you, but chanâs been making effort in spending more time with you in the present instead of in his head)
â he definitely sleeps better with you, how could he not? with your head on his chest and your cheek a little mushed and your lips in a small pout and your ear to his heart. itâs perfect circumstances to sleep and your breathing is such a lullaby to him, and a reminder to ground himself in the present more to enjoy moments like these. you guys donât get to cuddle often so itâs nice to take everything in when he can
â chanâs just on the verge of falling asleep when you say it and i think he wouldnât be able to believe it first (talk about an instant alarm ?). heâd just blink down at you for a moment before the sweetest smile plasters on his face, the crinkled eyes until they almost disappear and lip biting type to stop himself from smiling too much
â his heart would just expand tenfold because you really are the person he sees himself with in the future and to hear those three words heâs almost told you a million times before leave your lips is just so reassuring and so beautiful to him; that you love him back, and he canât wait to tell you in the morning
â when heâs finally processed it, heâd lean down to kiss you .. just every part of your face. but like, heâs so careful about it so you donât wake up
â he falls asleep maybe half an hour later because all his life his mind has been running and running and running but with you in his arms, and those three words, he feels so safe that he allows his mind to rest. sometimes, itâs enough to just let his heart beat and love
â i love you. god, i love you too. iâve been wanting to say it for so long now. â
LEE MINHO
â i think lee knowâs def the type to know heâs in love first because itâs such a drastic difference to suddenly consider you in everything when he used to never do it before and heâs not oblivious to his feelings. like heâs the same but also so different ? little gestures of love would build up to his light bulb moment that he is so in love with you and he wants nothing more than to tell you but he doesnât want to scare you off
â you stay over at his house when it happens. doing schoolwork? cramming for a paper? somewhere along those lines. you never notice the time when youâre with him and suddenly seconds turn into hours and itâs too late for you to commute home and lee knowâs mom used their car so he canât drive you home either. just proposes you stay over bc itâs not like you havenât done it before
â you two always spend silence in comfort so he doesnât know youâre asleep at first when you say those three words to him and the way you say it is so faint that he almost misses it. but he doesnât. he hears it loud and clear
â his heart swells even more when he looks down to see your eyes closed and your mouth slightly parted and his response is just the fondest expression on his face. the most endearing smile and a finger brushing over your features because wow, this is the girl that snuck her way into his heart and unknowingly stole every part of him
â would brush your hair out of your face to see you properly before finally whispering that he loves you too. heâd say the three words the next morning.
â years later, heâd always brag he was the first to tell you that he loved you but youâd never know it was you. itâs a little secret he keeps to himself, and the moment is so intimate that itâs his only
â ah, (name). youâre all iâve ever wanted, did you know? â
SEO CHANGBIN
â for changbin, i truly believe there is no moment of sudden realization. heâs well acquainted with love like i think heâs most in touch with that emotion. he feels so deeply and i think he learned most of that from his mother. he wouldnât be afraid to embarrass himself in the name of love. in fact, he thinks itâs the greatest feeling on earth and itâs something you shouldnât ever take for granted (iâm sorry, iâm a softie changbin enthusiast)
â everything is steady with him. loves you more day by day by day but heâs always known heâs been in love with you and nothing is ever overwhelming with him like itâs always so safe
â when you say it, he feels his heart beat 98383 times faster because what do you mean the person heâs so in love with loves him back ? like i feel like it just doesnât cross his mind honestly. like he loves you and thatâs that and heâs satisfied with loving you but suddenly his whole world just stops when he hears those words
â changbin would try to keep his position still though, even though he feels like jumping around and spinning you around in his arms but he just doesnât want to shake you awake from your sleep
â spends the rest of the night thinking about you saying that you love him. thereâs nothing more beautiful than the reciprocation of a feeling of love so great
â i love you, and thatâs always been enough for me, but god does it feel so great to hear it from you. â
HWANG HYUNJIN
â he loves like in movies, in books, in art. despite being such a hopeless romantic though, everything is actually so new to him. itâs only with you that he experiences that shortness of breath, that jumble of words, that all-nighter because you canât stop thinking about the person you love the most, and those damn butterflies
â even the first time you fall asleep on his chest, he freaks out. and he freaks out even after the 9183th time but who can blame him? he may look like such an expert, such a poet, such a man of love, but heâs nothing more than a boy whoâs falling in love for the first time
â so, it is the 9184th time youâre asleep on his chest and he has a hand running through your hair when you mumble it in your sleep
â FREEZES. for maybe a good 5 mins? honestly it feels like forever because he really is frozen. and then, that music plays. the music when the love interest shows up on the screen in movies. it plays in his head and his heart is pouncing like crazy and itâs just such a moment to be in love
â pulls you closer when he finally recomposes himself and has the most lovesick smile on his face for maybe an hour before he allows himself to fall asleep because this is all heâs ever dreamed of
â youâre someone straight out of my dreams. â
HAN JISUNG
â to me, jisung feels a little reckless when he loves. but like, not in a bad way. itâs more like, heâs been careful his whole life and keeping on a guard because he values his silence and his comfort over everything else but god, when he loves? he jumps straight in. he jumps even without the guarantee of anyone catching him. when he loves, there is no doubt, no second guessing. he simply dives head first
â heâs falling again, falling and falling, itâs never ending. even as you fall asleep on his chest one afternoon after watching a movie together
â he JERKS the moment he hears you say it like actually just jerks from his place and accidentally wakes you up from your slumber
â you freak when you wake up thinking that something mustâve happened because heâs staring at you with wide eyes but at the same time, heâs also apologizing for accidentally waking you up. youâre just in the process of asking him about it when he cuts you off by kissing you
â when you kiss him back, there is nothing in his head but âwow, so this must be the feeling of being caughtâ because heâs finally landed safely in your arms after all that falling
â donât be mistaken though, heâd fall over and over again because the feeling of having you catch him is so addicting
â (name), is this real? â
LEE FELIX
â oh felix, the sweetest boy who falls in love in the sweetest way. definitely is the type to see colors brighter and hear music louder and just have all his feelings amplify because of you. stars come together when you look at him and he feels himself revolving around you like heâs just !!! there is no explaining how deep this boy loves. itâll be like fireworks, like earthquakes, like thunderstorms but itâll also feel like breathing and the quiet patter of rain. you get every variant of love with him because heâs so adamant on showing you every part of him
â you two cuddle up to each other all the time. he loves skinship, he loves physical touch, he loves holding you and being held and kissing you and hugging you and everything that makes it feel like youâre close to him so he doesnât question when you fall asleep on his chest
â heâs on his phone, probably taking a picture or video of you when you suddenly say it. thereâs just instant tears in his eyes the moment the words leave your mouth. he cries because heâs overwhelmed that you feel the same way about him and heâs scolding himself for being so dramatic over it but also he seriously cannot stop crying like what have you done to him?
â smiles and cries and laughs and leans down to kiss your head over and over and over and you can only ask why his eyes are so red and puffed when you wake up and he wastes no time to tell you that he loves you. drops it immediately. heâs been waiting forever to say it anyway (actually, heâs said it quite a few times but only when he thinks you canât hear)
â wonât stop saying it anymore like every hour is a good opportunity to tell you that he loves you
â i canât get over how beautiful it is to love and itâs all thanks to you. â
KIM SEUNGMIN
â the peak best friends to lovers story. seungmin isnât the type to throw the feeling of love around. he isnât the type to fall in love quickly either. he falls in love in moments you spend as friends, but it also kind of takes him such a long time to admit it because heâs always rejected the idea of romance and the gentle emotions that come with it. heâs so used to teasing and tough love that he suddenly canât function properly when he realizes heâs growing softer because of you
â seungmin holds out from saying âi love youâ, mostly because itâs hard to rid the stubbornness heâs carried all his life, but donât get me wrong. there are so many times when heâs almost said it but stopped himself before he could. maybe itâs because he doesnât want to startle you either. itâs a scary feeling after all, and being his best friend, you know about all his flaws. how could you choose to love him despite it all?
â even so, he is still powerless to love. no one can ever go above the feeling no matter how hard he tries. when you say it in your sleep, he finally lets go of whatever heâs been holding on for so long. heâs ready to willingly admit heâs in love with you and has been for such a long time
â he runs a hand through your hair, just thinking of how comforting it is to be with you, of how you make him smile without even having to be there with him. just the thought of you makes him so happy and itâs infuriating because why does losing to love feel so much like winning instead? is it because itâs you heâs falling in love with?
â would ask you if youâre sure because heâs someone that values sureness, honesty, and just Purpose. he loves on purpose and he wants to make sure you love him by your own choice too. heâs always chosen to take every step closer to you all his life
â do you really mean that? please mean it. â
YANG JEONGIN
â time always slows when youâre with him. he also gives me romance between friends because like seungmin, heâs not the type to take love lightly. he only ever says the three words in important moments. he never wants to just throw those words around because romance is so important to him, and heâs always been the one to seek for it because itâs so beautiful
â when he meets you, he just thinks, so this is what love is. he understands now why people tell stories about it, why itâs subject to so many songs. he understands when he looks in your eyes
â itâs an afternoon of teasing where your eyes meet and you just double in laughter because whatever the hell youâre talking about is so funny to only the two of you. the boys will never understand the language youâve crafted for yourselves
â you fall asleep after having played games and ran around and teased each other all afternoon and itâs in his arms while the two of you are watching a movie
â when you say it, he falls silent. he closes his eyes and crosses his fingers and prays he isnât just dreaming this up, might pinch himself even because itâs just so unreal to him that you love him like he might be the Foolish silly type but when he loves, he really does give it his all
â you wake up at one of the louder scenes of the movies and youâre like ??? why is jeongin staring at you like that so youâre like stop staring .. but he kind of just grins really LOVESICK and youâre like oh my god what is happening. heâs looking at you different and his eyes are softer
â with a yank of your shirt, he kisses you and mumbles how much he loves you against your lips
â i love you. and i will choose to love you everytime. â
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saw that you're in your got era so perhaps jealousy headcanons for the got or hotd characters? đ literally anyone from these characters - robb, jaime, margaery, oberyn, theon, cersei or ramsay, I'd love to see your interpretation on any of them ! ( or aemond, alicent, aegon, gwayne, OTTO !!, larys, daemon or mysaria for hotd, again whichever era you feel like it !!) and just for future reference, do you write for asoiaf characters or mainly the shows?
'LOVE CAN KILL, [jealousy! hcs]
-GOT / HOTD CHARACTERS X READER-
â Characters ⏠Robb, Jaime, Margaery, Oberyn, Cersei, Joffrey, Ramsay, Tyrion, The Hound, Aemond, Aegon, Alicent, Gwayne, Daemon
â đđđđđđđđ ; jealousy, and how some characters deal with it ;)
â tags/warnings. GOT and HOTD!characters x female reader. SFW! But naturally, some of these characters get a bit suggestive! Possessive behavior, canon typical violence, etc. Please send in more GOT/HOTD requests! Apologies this took so long, this is more characters in a post than I've ever done lol. Unfortunately I'm not super familiar with Otto, Larys, Theon, or Mysaria, so I decided to pick some characters I'm more familiar with! (Joffrey is my #1 favorite of all time, my sincerest apologies.) Whew, 14 characters ! For right now I'm only writing for the TV shows! (i've only read book 1, lol)
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⍠âI wasn't thinking when I told you to stay.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
With Robb, it's all about the body language. And boy, he's horrible at hiding it.
He can have a hard time placing the feeling as jealousy. He was raised to be honorable. But feelings of...neglect run deep with him. Oldest child syndrome, if you will.
Which is why his jealousy most likely manifests in subdued, quiet behavior. Part of him will recognize he's being ridiculous, while another part of him is silently fuming. Fists clenched, he'll send you an intense stare as he watches you converse with another lord.
His emotions leak through his expressions. When he catches you staring back, his gaze will flit down, and he'll wait patiently for you're time. Or...in most cases...he'll march right up, placing himself between you and the man. Maybe a small, "I'll take it from here." If the lord is offering to help you with something.
A subtle touch on the small of your back. It's a small claim, a subtle "back-off."
A lot of his jealousy also transforms into protectiveness more than anything. He'll offer to accompany reader to places he wouldn't normally be concerned about. He's close by, and he's reminding her wordlessly, he's watching over her and any threat.
Finally, when you two are alone, will he drop down that guard of his. Covering up that burning pit inside him with casual humor, you can sense the underlaying seriousness of his voice in his light teases.
"Youâre quite popular these days. Should I be worried that Iâm not your only admirer?"
He certainly beds you, having something to prove. And only afterwards when you are in his arms, sweaty and warm from the candlelight, wrapped in furs...will he calm down.
"Itâs not that I donât trust you⌠Itâs them I donât trust. Some men donât know how to keep their place." He'll whisper, holding onto you firmly.
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⍠âYou don't know that you're in over your head.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
Jaime's jealousy is burning. It's simply the way he was raised. And gods, you are his.
Numerous sarcastic remarks flow between the two of you and the man who he believes has essentially stolen your affections. His taunts are offhand, dry remarks, often directed towards his "opponent" or even you, if he's feeling bitter enough.
"I didnât realize he was such a comedian. Maybe I should ask him for pointers." He'll say, with that sarcastic drawl. "If I didnât know better, Iâd say you were trying to make me jealous. Not that it would work, of course." He chuckles, but his gaze is sharp.
Depending on the offense, Jaime's reactions differ. If you simply have an admirer, a few...well chosen words are directed towards them. His confidence allows him to not be too bothered. Maybe standing closer, clearly showing off to whatever poor soul thought they had a shot with you.
It's a different story if you are friends with the person involved, or entertain their advances even mildly or jokingly.
That's when the uncharacteristic tension comes out, full of small twitches in his jaw and curt, smug responses. His visible annoyance is uncontrolled.
We saw how he was with Loras when it came to Cersei. If he feels truly threatened, whether it's by another pretty boy, or just someone he feels could...hypothetically...have the upper hand...He'll corner them when you're off somewhere else. And give a small warning, from the Kingslayer himself.
"You seem to have forgotten who you're dealing with, so let me remind you." He leans in just close enough for his words to sink in. "Whatever you think you might be to her⌠youâre not. Letâs keep it that way, hm? I'd hate to see you make any...lasting mistakes."
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⍠âIt was just too hard to push you away.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
Margaery is smart with her feelings. She knows how to play the game, and play it well. Instead of showing her jealousy openly, she's a touch more composed than most characters on this list.
She recognizes just how precious you are, and admires that. She doesn't necessarily blame others when they become...attached to you.
When jealousy arises, she views it more as a small problem in need of being handled. And she knows how to handle things.
She embraces the graceful competition, subtly outshining anyone who seems to get in the way of her goals. Her goal being you're affection, of course. You're already hers, and she sees no problem in working to keep it that way.
This appears in gestures of strategic sweetness to keep you close, perhaps wearing your favorite gowns on her, and offering that charming smirk. She doesn't shy away from manipulating you, just a teeny bit.
"Theyâre certainly captivated by you. I suppose Iâll have to work harder to keep your attention." She teases, "Besides, who could ever compare to us?"
Her words carry a playful undertone, but she makes her point clear. Laughing charmingly, threading her arm through yours.
Very rarely does she think she's in any serious danger. She prides herself on being yours and knowing how to keep you on a tight leash. Though...if she feels genuinely worried, she expresses her feelings quite clearly but still gently. She reminds her lover of their shared goals, and all that they've built together.
"My, you do attract admirers easily, donât you? Iâll have to start guarding you more closely." She gives you a playful look, though her touch on your arm will linger just a bit longer than usual.
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⍠âLet me go, but you won't let me go.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
Oberyn doesn't feel insecure. How could he? He knows, deep down, that you're his. Jealousy isn't something he confines himself too, he views it as an ugly emotion, capable of getting rid of the true wonders love has to offer.
That being said...he is only a man. And he is fiercely protective. If anyone were to flirt with you and you were clearly uninterested, it would be a swift death, or at the very least, he'd make his point clear with a blow or two and a cutting edge remark. Especially if they are a Lannister. He enjoys you being admired, but only to a certain extent.
"Your efforts are wasted, theyâre far too captivating for someone like you. Iâd suggest you find someone more... suited to your charms." He begins, hand itching for his spear, "Consider this your first and last warning."
Yeah, he means business.
Most of the time, he spins the situation to show-off. Showcase his own passion and devotion to you. If it's simply a friend of yours, he may even offer them to join in. If not, he'll spend the entire night practically worshipping you, promising that he's the only one who could ever make you feel like this.
Similarly to Margaery, he teases you lightly.
"You have a lovely laugh. But I must admit, itâs much better when itâs for me alone."
Oberyn doesn't shy away from PDA either. It's that assertive reclaiming he seems to favor, pulling you close, whispering something that affirms your affections for each other. He'll revel when he watches the other mans face fall in dismay.
He might get cocky, and push it a bit far. By the time he's done, the 'competition' will be utterly humiliated and embarrassed. He'll be smirking at his own quips.
"I assure you, my friend, my lover favors...more substantial things." He motions to the poor mans crotch.
You're gonna have to give him a slap on the arm.
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⍠âConsequence of loving me can be cruel.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
Cersei's jealousy is intense and multifaceted, to say the least. It manifests in a mix of cold fury and harsh threats, channeling that anger into much more controlling behavior.
Deep down, she is terribly insecure. Once another man or woman as your attention, and she catches on, she's coolly lashing out. And she catches on quickly.
At first she may appear indifferent, but if you look close enough, you can see the subtly giveaways. The way her lip curls, her nostrils flare, and her knuckles go white gripping her wine chalice.
If you're the first one to confront her, and attempt to reassure her, you'll save yourself some trouble down the line. Guaranteed, she'll deny it, but still make a passive-aggressive remark here and there. But eventually she'll calm down, edges softening.
That rare moment of vulnerability that you're not sure is manipulation or not. She'll look towards the ground, running her thumb over you're hand on her cheek. She'll sit on the edge of her bed, jaw clenched.
Now, it's a whole different story if you don't catch on to the early signs. If you don't manage to reassure or call her out in time, that jealousy implodes.
She may confront you first, anger bleeding through her. She runs on it. She may even threaten you, oblivious to the potential consequences her words might have.
âYou think you can charm your way into my affections by paying attention to that little fool?" She's standing up, loathing distorting her features. Her voice raises. "Perhaps I should throw a feast in her honor. Letâs see how charming she is when surrounded by my people."
It's threats and threats and more and more threats...which can be especially worrying if the person she's jealous of is a friend of yours.
Almost every scenario ends with you having to comfort her, treading carefully with the words you say.
Now, when it comes to confronting the competition, she makes it very clear. Though, these threats are often much more impulsive. A swig of wine, and she gracefully moves towards them when you're out of sight.
A faux compliment or two, before she whispers, close.
âYouâll find that my guards are quite loyal to me. A simple command, and theyâll ensure you never breathe the same air as her again.â
It only makes her feel a bit better. But, regardless, she's smiling smugly, feeling proud of herself when the offenders face turns white.
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⍠âToo much love can kill.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
Oh, Joffrey. I'm obsessed with him.
Yeah. He has the worst jealousy issues out of everyone on this list. It's baaaaad. It's a cocktail of insecurity, possessiveness, and entitlement. As someone who has been raised to believe he is above others, and has been coddled his entire life...it infuriates him.
It's the same feeling you get as a child, when someone steals one of your toys. You belong to him. He never grew out of that mentality, or that feeling.
Be prepared for plentiful outbursts of anger. He's a tantrum personified, especially if he feels disrespected. Insecurity grips him tight and refuses to let up until he's either been heavily reassured...or the other person is... taken care of.
And even then, after reassuring him for hours, it may not be enough. You know how he hired a knight to take out Tyrion in the Battle of Blackwater? Yeah. That person will be paid a little 'visit.'
When reassuring him, similar to Cersei, you really have to be careful what you say, or it might make the situation even worse. At that point, he's seeing red.
"Iâm the king! You should be grateful for my attention, not chasing after scraps!" He's huffing, pointing to himself as his breathing increases. He'll look at you with an ice cold glare, nose wrinkled in distaste.
He might even force his hand around your face, harshly grabbing you. He looks dead into your eyes, voice clear and low. "You're mine. You belong to me." He's seething.
If he notices you simply looking at anyone else too long, he'll feel beyond threatened in both his masculinity and position as king. Especially if you laugh at another mans jokes, or simply attempt to be friendly with a commoner or lord.
"Whatâs so amusing? Youâd think youâd find better entertainment than that fool." He mutters under his breath harshly, bad habit of picking at his fingers. He'll shuffle uncomfortably. He'll look to you expecting agreeance. It's 100% that mentality of 'Friends? You don't need friends. You have me.'
Yeah, he keeps the very blunt insults coming. Petulant name calling is not above him. Includes, but is not limited too, "Degenerates, Idiots, Commoners, Peasants, or Cretins" which he may describe as being "Stupid, Disgusting, Repellent, Sickening, or Revolting." He's got a LOT of those angry remarks in the bank.
While he may not directly confront the offender, (he doesn't have time for idle threats.) He has his own ways of dealing with them. And that is a public humiliation ritual, making a mockery of any rival. And if they disobey ANY whim of his, they're gone. That one scene with Tyrion at his wedding? That "Kneel!"? He's commanding the same of any man unlucky enough to have threatened his claim on you. Oh, and they're going to be his cupbearer.
Even if they do as he asks, by now his anger will have transformed into that renewed sense of cruelty. "You're fingers or your tongue?...Or I could just cut your throat."
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⍠âYou're gonna suffer now, whatever you do.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
His jealousy may not be as overtly intense as Joffrey's, but it certainly is the scariest.
In his own words, he prefers being an only child. That same kind of mentality certainly carries over to his relationship with you. He prefers to be the only one you see that way.
He loves a good game, and that's what this is. If anything, it's quite exhilarating for him. Though, he is a huge hypocrite. For a man who thinks jealousy is boring coming from you, he feels it quite freely.
Sees it as a means of asserting dominance, whether that be through intimidation or overt manipulation. He doesn't deny it like most characters on this list. When he's feeling jealous, he says it. It's a small warning for you not to go any farther, lest worse things occur for you or the perceived threat.
He'll go up to whoever you are talking too, saccharine and honorable smile on his face. He'll casually interrupt, introducing himself as Lord Bolton's successor. Despite his calm demeanor, there is a tightness in his face, and a wicked look in his eyes, that only you can recognize. It will make you shiver.
If the rival persists, he'll find it all too amusing.
"You're bold, I'll give you that." He says with a boisterous laugh, and you already know the mans fate is sealed.
Looks like his hounds will be having another meal tonight. He'll have his men go out looking for the man, and he'll question him more...privately, when you aren't there to witness his tortuous taunts.
But for now, his focus is on you, and your loyalty to him. When he excuses the both of you, his hand is gripping yours painfully tight.
By the time you're in his chamber, he's on you, ripping your clothes off with a harsh intensity and pushing you to the wall. His nose is twitching in barely kept anger, forcing you to look at him.
We all saw that scene between him and Myranda when she threatens to marry someone else, and it was not pretty. His eyes are borderline bloodshot, and he can't keep his hands off you or your throat.
"You're mine." He leans forward, through gritted teeth. It's better you don't put up a fight, because he'll be having you and your attention one way or another.
Que the numerous kisses and bite marks soon to follow. And he is not gentle when he's inside you.
You'll never hear from the flirtatious lord again...and if you do, it's only in the prayers of his grieving family.
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⍠âMy love, you are not safe with me.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
Now, Tyrion's jealousy is more subdued and introspective versus some characters on this list. He has a good sense of self-awareness, and he's intelligent to figure out what he's feeling quite quickly.
At first he'll dismiss it as nothing more than an annoying feeling of insecurity he attempts to cover up. But...it doesn't last long. Especially when someone else makes you laugh. Or when Bronn makes a taunt with a half smirk, that some other fancy lord has taken a keen interest in his lady. (Bronn, you instigator!)
As such, Tyrion resorts to his usual humor to deflect any unpleasant feelings he may have when he's jealous. Similar to his brother, these witty remarks are are subtle intimidation technique, meant to dryly convey his displeasure.
"Ah, the sound of laughter. How quaint. I suppose Iâll have to work harder to earn your amusement." He forces a smile, masking his discomfort. "I didnât realize I was competing for the title of Court Jester."
These feelings of inadequacy manifest in more self-deprecating ways for Tyrion, given his anger is more controlled. He might opt to drown his sorrows, so don't be surprised if you catch him drunkenly waving his chalice around, doing poor impressions of the so-called-lord that had your attention.
This doesn't mean he won't confront the rival, though. Quite the opposite. While he won't seek the man out, (For his sake, he isn't privy to seeing the tall handsome lord in person. He's not a masochist.) If he happens to come across him flirting with you first hand, or sees him during a feast, he'll make sure to throw one or two gibes out there.
"Desperation looks unflattering on you, my friend. Perhaps you should tone it down a notch." He speaks carefully, nodding to Bronn as a subtle warning. "Or at least the best you can manage..?"
If the rival flirts with you blatantly and in front of him, I can 100% imagine him putting them down. After a flirtatious remark directed towards you, he'll make a dry comment, "Flattery is wasted on me, but do go on; Iâm always entertained by those who think they can win my affection." As if it was directed towards him. Probably shuts the man up for a moment.
When the two of you are alone, he'd be very grateful if you could just hold him. Give him that reassurance he craves when his carefree facade breaks. That moment of vulnerability means the world to him.
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⍠âI need you to go, don't fight me.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
Listen up, Sandor doesn't take shit.
Jealousy isn't an emotion Sandor is particularly used too. In fact, he didn't think he'd find anyone to love in his lifetime, so the feeling is foreign and unpleasant. And, like a mean dog, Sandor's first reaction is to growl.
He doesn't like it. Says it's constricting, and it pisses him off. Not just the pretty boy lord flirting with you, but the whole situation in general. Makes him feel vulnerable, and weak.
Naturally, his first reaction is to distance himself. He may avoid you, grumbling, spitting out vile and vulgar comments to get you to run with your tail between your legs. It's better for the both of you that way.
"You think theyâre worth your time? Just a pretty smile to distract you?" He scoffs, shaking his head. "You could do better. But then again, you always choose to suffer." He motions at himself, and it's a glimpse of that self-depreciation he buries.
But you love him for a reason, and you know that won't end well. Best way to handle him when he's jealous is to be gentle, and to listen.
He doesn't want empty reassurances. He's complicated that way, even if they are genuine. He isn't one for flowery words or overt displays of emotion, so the best way to comfort him would be to give him some space, but continue to take care of him.
It will still frustrate him, but eventually he'll cave. He'll rejoin you, silently, eventually. Won't offer any apologies, but maybe a gruff nod, and you two will commence whatever it is you two have.
In future instances, he becomes much more brutally honest with how he feels. Doesn't sugarcoat it. If he doesn't like someone, even if they are a friend, he expects them gone- or he'll take care of them regardless. That kind of possessive behavior is just something you'll have to work through.
I can imagine him silently brooding if he witnesses someone flirting with you first hand. Typically his size and reputation is enough to scare whoever away. He's looming over them, eyes dark, and ready to defend what's his.
When you take your leave, he'll confront the person with a very explicit threat or two.
"If you donât back off, Iâll find a nice dark corner to stuff you in- preferably with a pile of shit." Or, "Get any closer, and Iâll rip your tongue out and shove it down your throat."
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Aemond has the most...complex jealousy out of everyone on this list. It's layered, and the outcome may be unpredictable. It's an emotional and volatile nature that's been building up for years since he was a child.
He often had feelings of jealousy for his brother, his nephews, etc. That trauma is deeply rooted in him, and it's hard to let go of old habits, given it's been present all his life.
You'll watch his head bow in distaste when you make small conversation with other lords. How his eye will gaze at you, almost warningly. His jaw will be clenched tight, and he'll avoid eye contact, looking off to the side in anger. He doesn't want to watch.
If it's a friend of yours, he can be a bit mean, questioning your loyalty a bit harshly.
"Friendship? Is that what you call it?" He speaks, angrily. A thinly veiled threat is directed to you, "It seems more like a prelude to betrayal."
He'll brood in the corner, silently waiting. That is, unless, he deems the man goes too far.
In the scene where he gets his eye put out by Lucerys, the conversation that starts before it happens pretty much sums his jealousy up. He's firm with his claim to Vaghar, and the same goes for you.
When Rhaena states that Vaghar was hers to claim, Aemond responds in kind, "Then you should've claimed her." And puts up a hell of a fight to prove his point. That same possessiveness carries over to his relationship with you. He doesn't back down. You're his.
He has no problems getting in between you and the man he feels threatened of. He offers a blunt threat.
"I could have you torn apart, limb by limb, and Iâd sleep soundly at night. Be certain of that."
Guaranteed, mixed feelings of insecurity will rise to the surface. When you two are alone, he'll continue to brood silently, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, and body language tight.
Please do reassure him. He needs it. His eye will soften, and he'll place his hand over yours, leaning into your touch. With a soft huff of an air, a final warning slips past his lips.
"Donât make me remind you why Iâm the only one worthy of you."
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⍠âI wanna hold on tightly.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
Aegon handles jealousy poorly, much like he seems to handle everything else.
It's like throwing gasoline on a fire. Once that feeling in his chest flares up, it's shown through erratic behavior, sarcasm, and attempts to assert his claim in juvenile, insecure ways. Unlike his brother, he lacks the restraint to simply brood.
No, be prepared for plenty of mocking comments directed towards the man he's threatened of, and showy displays to prove he's the better choice.
Everyone knows he is unpredictable and reckless, and possessiveness drives him to act out. He certainly overindulges to cope with his insecurity, (getting shitfaced) and will gladly push your boundaries to get your attention back on him.
Not to mention the belittling comments he'll make.
"Oh, is that who youâve chosen to entertain now? I didnât realize your taste had grown so dull."
Prone to acting overtly clingy, almost like a restless cat. He will attempt to slide over into the conversation, resting an arm around you, or even pulling you away. He doesn't care if it's 'improper.' He probably brings up his status, his bloodline, acting over-the-top.
He's also no stranger to outbursts. His temper may make him lash out impulsively, whether that be towards you or the man whose got your attention. If he's in a particular mood, be ready to deal with a screaming Aegon, threatening to slaughter and burn said rival. His fist will come down hard on the council table.
He also doesn't care if he's making a show of it in front of the council members. Que Alicent or Otto attempting to placate him. He needs to have a cooler head if he's going to be ruling the Seven Kingdoms, and this type of behavior isn't very becoming.
He definitely thinks he's owed some make-up sex, if only to quell the insecure storm raging inside him.
"You think they could satisfy you? Truly?" He says, firmly, as he steps closer. Anger is burning in his words, volume raising. "They wouldnât even know where to begin."
And he plans to show you that he's right.
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⍠âI'm afraid I'll pull you over the edge.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
Alicent experiences jealousy complexly, just like Aemond. It gnaws on her until she's at her breaking point. Rather than overt displays or confrontations, she attempts to employ more strategic distance...but it always ends up resorting in icy politeness.
She's making her displeasure known through restrained, pointed remarks. Out of duty and pride, she'll attempt to avoid direct confrontation, but she wears her jealousy on her sleeve.
I imagine her withdrawing from the situation at first, if not for anything but her own sake. Her gut reaction, out of insecurity, is to escape the situation. It honestly makes her feel sick.
Unless she's forced to stay...then she'll begrudgingly offer a tight smile. Her responses are carefully measured, and she slips into that role of "queen" rather than a lover.
A part of it stems from passive aggressiveness, and another part of it is purely subconscious.
Speaking of passive aggressiveness, she'll make some pretty cutting remarks, either questioning your loyalty or purposely feigning ignorance to the situation.
"Perhaps Iâm mistaken. But I know loyalty when I see it. Or when I donât."
It's an all bark, no bite threat towards you. But it serves as an aggressive reminder of your connection with her, and that you are now apart of her duties.
If she does interfere beforehand, she'll make indirect remarks about the person causing her jealousy, but will most likely frame it as merely her own curiosity.
Maybe just a touch of self-depreciation, unintentional manipulation. Years of Otto's techniques have rubbed off on her.
"Itâs of little consequence, truly. I simply thought I was the one you preferred to spend your time with. I may have misjudged."
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⍠âHurts to say it over, over again.â Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
In contrast to Alicent, Gwayne has no problem when he feels threatened to step in. He's a member of a powerful house, and a knight no less. Those two things have taught him to be prideful and honorable.
He will defend your honor whenever he deems in necessary, and there are no exceptions. He certainly has a flash of a temper, but he believes he's much more restrained than others, given his training.
If he thinks someone is crossing a line, he'll interfere. He'll position himself quite closely to you, making his presence known.
He offers the man a silent warning, offering a cool, assessing look. It would be enough to communicate his disapproval.
And if the man persists...well...they'll end up with the end of a sword pointed at them.
Similar to Robb, Gwayne's jealousy appears more in his heightened protectiveness. He insists on staying close for your safety.
"Do they need to be reminded that youâre already spoken for?"
Obviously, his noble pride carries on. If he gets pushed, his jealousy will show more openly, taking the man aside, and telling them that he is more worthy of her time and attention. Might throw in a comment about his noble standing.
He'll take you aside when everything is said and done, reminding her his intentions are honorable. Everyone else is just...unworthy.
"You may not see it, but I know men like him. If he truly respected you, he wouldnât need to linger around someone elseâs beloved."
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⍠"No matter how you feel." Love Can Kill by Lennon Stella
Oh boy, you'll have to keep this man on a tight leash when his jealousy flares up. It's as intense as he is, and he shows it openly.
He'll deny it, or embrace it, depending on the severity of the perceived offense. It's closely tied to that desire for power within him he can't seem to shake. Any affront to your loyalty is an affront to his own standing.
He switches from possessive protectiveness to outright hostility. There's really no in between. It's a raw and unfiltered fury that makes his hand shake and his eye twitch.
He doesn't tolerate rivals, and he's very upfront that he's the only one fit to be by your side. This comes through when he has you all to himself on his bed...
He'll confront the person whether you want him to or not.
"If they value their limbs, theyâd remember youâre mine." He mutters casually, pacing around the room.
He carries that hard glint in his eyes. He may even mildly appreciate the sheer balls of the man stupid enough to attempt to flirt with you, but he'll shut it down quicker than anyone on this list.
"Youâve got a bold tongue. I wonder if I should cut it out..?" He'll look to you for permission. It's up to you if you wanna let the dragon loose!
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OBSESSED: YUTA (PT. II)
A/N: Special grade lover boy finally has you, his dream girl, in his hands. Surely heâll be able to handle itâŚright?
S/N: This one is for the anon(s), the Yuuta girlies. I hope this means I get to rush Yuta Phi Alpha next year!! đ¤ (you can read part I here )
C/W: Yandere themes, aged up characters (21+), Mature, 18+
Any minute now.
You should be calling, any minute now.
Yuuta rolls his favorite pair of your underwear into a cylinder.
Even. Perfect.
He tucks it next to the 14 other perfectly even cylinders heâs taken from you.
An impressive collection, considering that itâs been only 3 months since heâs been back from Morocco.
3 months since you eviscerated the barrier between fantasy and reality.
You touched him. You kissed him. His building blocks came crashing down at your feet.
And yet, you still donât see him.
Itâs been torture.
Purgatory.
Falling back into the platonic, easy insteps of friendship. Breathy giggles. Air tight hugs. Feather light kisses.
On his cheek.
Friendly gestures as thin as the air on the summit of Mount Everest.
Leaving Yuuta the same way, every time.
Desperately tugging his cock.
Filling your stolen lingerie with his seed. Marking you. Branding you as his over and over again. In the confines of his quiet, sterile apartment.
Sullied by his lewd coping mechanisms. Babbling your praises day in and day out. The paintings on his walls know you by name.
Because youâre his.
Yuuta has chosen to love you every minute between sunrise and sunset and sunrise again. Ever since his cold met your warmth.
From afar. In the dark. Meticulously crafting the blueprint of your future together. Where you love him, freely. Openly. Without input from your friends or exes.
You need him.
Why else would he be the first person you call after every date?
Agonizing about whether you said the right thing. Or wore the right thing. Leaving a long list of people Yuuta has to take care of.
Not that he minds. He loves helping you.
Beautiful, silly girl.
Canât you see?
Heâs already created a gorgeous life for you two. Heâll give you the stars. The moon. A whole galaxy if you want it.
True, mutual love.
He just has to make you see it.
See him.
âThere you are.â Your ringtone is his personal call bell.
Yuuta was starting to think you were going to use your girlfriendâs shoulder to cry on instead of him.
You were supposed to be out on a third date tonight. But youâre not. When it comes to picking up the pieces after your frivolous little flings â Yuuta is always your go to.
âHey you.â
His palm caresses the heavy bulge in his pants. Tone is steady. Unassuming.
âYuuta?â Soft sobs intertwine with his name, and itâs decadent.
âHey. Hey.â Yuutaâs fingers impatiently tug down his zipper. Adams Apple sliding down the column of his neck, swallowing a moan.
You sound so pretty like this.
âWhatâs wrong, beautiful?â
âCan IâŚcan I just come over?â
âYes..of course you can.â Each word rolls off his tongue carefully. A stark contrast to the storm winds rattling his heart around its cage.
Broken, teary whines kiss his ears and glide down his spine. Yuuta pulls his cock free. Smearing pearly beads of pre cum around his swollen head. His body is so well trained for you. Primed to your voice. Your touch. Your gaze.
âYouâre the best, Yuu.â
A satisfied grin blooms across Yuutaâs face. He uncurls his long fingers from around his base.
No more self indulgence. Not yet.
Tonight is about you.
âSee you soon.â
â-
Is this wrong?
This is wrong.
âŚright?
Your fingers plait together. Shifting weight between your feet.
Staring at Yuutaâs door, knowing your dark-haired, sleepy-eyed friend is probably watching the clock. Anticipating your arrival.
Maybe you shouldnât vent to him about other guys.
Maybe you shouldnât use him to soothe your broken heart.
But heâs so soft with you.
Patient. With open ears, open arms. His capacity for you seems limitless.
Always peering at you with those deep set, graphite eyes. Opaque, winter fog. Quick to muddle your sense of direction if you look into them long enough.
Kind, but so, so unsettling.
Before you can reason yourself away from his apartment, Yuuta pulls open his front door.
âHey pretty,â his mellow greeting is a warm weighted blanket around your shoulders.
âHi Yuu,â your arms snake around his neck. Because itâs comfortable. Heâs comfortable.
His toned arms sink into your lower back. As if your waist was tailored to the contour of his muscle. A low sigh breezes against your neck.
âCome in.â
Yuuta is hushed. He always is. Perpetually whispering secrets for your ears only.
You follow the gentle sorcerer into his apartment. Low lit. Shadows from the candle wicks dancing along his walls. Beckoning you into his lair.
âI made you some tea, is that okay?â
Yuutaâs lithe fingers fidget against his thighs. Almost 4 years of friendship and he still hasnât shaken his nervous ticks around you.
Sweet boy.
âYes please,â your smile is already less gloomy.
Yuuta mirrors you with a lopsided smile of his own. Small dimples dusting a boyish charm over his otherwise haunting features. He shuffles to the kitchen. And you take in his broad shoulders. Lean, muscular physique.
He really is handsome.
Eerily beautiful.
Effervescent porcelain skin, deepened from the Moroccan sun. Acute, angular jaw line. High cheekbones. Thick, raven hair thatâs always a little storm-tossed.
A crescent moon against a clear night sky. Watching over souls trapped in their own personal graveyards.
Thereâs something about him that always seemsâŚheavy.
Constantly balancing the weight of the world on his back.
Or something.
You settle in the couch just as Yuuta materializes into the living room. Stealthy, quiet footsteps. If he wasnât the one who let you in you could be convinced that youâre alone in his apartment.
âBe careful, itâs still hot.â Yuuta warns. His eyes linger on your lips. Memorizing each pucker.
Heâs so close.
Sweet steam kisses his face with each blow. And he sits there. Perfectly opposite of your mug.
Unphased. Unblinking. Still.
Close enough to take a sip of his own.
âThank you for letting me come over on short notice, Yuu.â
Your thighs startle beneath his wintry touch. Both palms, larger than you remember, knead the fleshiest part of your hips.
âDonât thank me. Iâm here for you.â His tone descends. A deep drawl laced with conviction.
âIâll always be here for you.â Yuuta repeats, pads of his fingers indent into your skin.
Your eyes metronome between his.
Slowly evanescing into his firm, glacial touch. Hazy from his half lidded gaze. Thereâs no time space continuum between you two.
âYuutaââ
âTell me what happened.â Shards of glass rain down his dry windpipe. Willing with every cell in his body to remain neutral.
The gates open.
Youâre so animated. Itâs captivating. How you feel so many things.
The way your eyes flutter while telling him about how you were stood up. A call came out of the blue. A short, unsatisfying cancellation of your dinner date.
And Yuuta leans in. Nodding. Petting your mouth-fucking-watering thighs. Forcing himself to remember to move his eyebrows. And blink. And look away from Aphrodite every so often.
He knows the story.
He wrote the story.
And for the record, gorgeous. Your crush sounds pathetic when heâs begging for mercy.
Weak.
A man like that is beneath you.
Yuutaâs jaw loses tone.
Pretty crystals line your eyes. Your bottom lip is swollen. Red like Merlot stains on a bottle cork. Your mini skirt rides up a quarter inch higher by the second. Mostly from his fingers. Every time you gesticulate he caresses just a bit higher.
White noise fills the space between Yuutaâs ears. Heâs inebriated. Incapacitated by the honey that seeps from your mouth every time you speak.
And he canât keep ignoring the way his cock is thrashing against its barrier. Begging. Pleading for reprieve.
The Apple in the Garden of Eden.
And the consequences of his inevitable bite mean nothing to him.
âPlease,â Yuuta interrupts. Barely above a whisper.
Your eyebrows crawl together at the center of your barbie doll face. So oblivious. Blissfully unaware of how you fuck his brain to nothing but smooth, empty, mush.
âIâm sorry Iâm ramblingââ
âNo. No.â
Yuutaâs body moves before his mind can catch up. He slides off the couch to his knees. Nudging his hips between your legs. His muscular arms hook beneath your legs at lightening speed.
You have no time to gather words when he pulls you to the edge of the couch.
âYuuta?â Delicate hands fly to his shoulders. Steadying yourself in this new, sudden position.
Youâre heady. Shocked. Glassy eyed. Fully flushed from your button nose to ears.
You have no idea how addicting you are. Working sticky heat out of Yuutaâs needy length without even touching him.
He presses his lips into your inner thigh. Instinctively gripping your hips forward when you reflexively jump back.
âSo perfect,â Goosebumps cascade along where his moist mouth traces.
âY-yuuta, we...weâre friends.â
Yuuta drags his drunken gaze to meet yours. Resting his head in your lap. Feathering his icy hands up your butter soft skin.
âYouâre so pretty.â He murmurs. Purposefully evading your observations.
He has some observations of his own.
Yuuta doesnât miss the way his praise affects you. How your breath hitches. And your nails dig into his shoulders. Pupils blown to a full moon.
And the slow growing damp spot at the apex of your pink cotton panties. Yuuta canât bring himself to stare at your precious rose. Not yet. Heâll cum in his pants if he looks now.
His slender nose traces up your quivering leg. And you bloom. Thighs drifting further apart. Making space for him. Inviting him in. Rewarding him.
âI can make you feel better.â
You gift him a pitiful little whine in response. Timid fingers travel into his nape. Yuutaâs heavy eyelids curtain his vision.
The room is spinning.
And Yuuta is kneeling at the only alter he will worship at. The only alter that will ever receive his devotion.
Those years of waiting. Wanting. Watching. Unsent love letters. Saved texts. Practiced conversations in the mirror. Stolen trinkets. Pieces of you heâs kept along the way.
It was all worth it.
Because the love of his life is spread open for him. Vulnerable. Needy. Melting beneath his touch like your body knows it belongs to him.
Yuuta couldnât hold back if he wanted to.
âD..do you know how perfect you are?â Yuuta asks the warm, sore flesh beneath his lips. Admiring the trail of bruises heâs left up your inner thigh.
âYuu, you donât mean that.â You mewl and squirm like a brand new kitten. Mousing his hair between your fingers.
âI mean it. Y..youâre soâŚâ his voice trails off when his trembling, pale digits finally press into your wet heat.
âS-soft. Youâre so soft.â Drool pooling in his mouth chips away at his coherence.
Yuutaâs stormy eyes find the meeting point of his hand and your sex. The sight alone bucks his diamond hard shaft off of his leg. The friction from his damp boxers and rigid jean blurs his vision.
âOh pretty girl.â
âMmghhhh Y-Yuu..ah god.â
Both of your husky musings collide. Yuuta drives his long two fingers into your accepting, driveling opening.
He immediately curls up into your pleasure point. Eliciting the most dreamy, listless curve to your back. Tossing your head into the pillows behind you. Gripping his roots into your hand.
âY-yuu, I needâŚplease.â
Whimpers wrap around Yuutaâs cock and jerks him out of his fucked out state.
He didnât realize he was open-mouth staring at how your cunt squeezes and tugs on his fingers. Leaking your dew onto your thighs. His fingers. His couch. Saliva streams down the corner of his mouth like heâs a starved animal.
He blinks up at you. Debauched. Lusty. Filthy in the way your hips are undulating against him. Taking your pleasure right out of his hands.
âI needâŚI need to hear you say it baby.â
Yuuta swipes his tongue against your clothed pussy. And you nearly buck off the couch.
âPlease, y-yuu,â diamonds line your eyes again. So much pleasure in the pain of being teased.
âSay it, baby.â His breath kisses your swollen clit. âT-tell me what you need.â
âLick..please, suckâŚYuu,â Heâs never heard a more beautiful plea. And his restraint was already teetering on a hair string.
Yuutaâs other free hand rips your panties away from your dewy folds. And his spine is set on fire.
The dull ache in his pelvis crashes into him like heâs at the deadly meeting point of the Atlantic, Pacific and Southern oceans.
âSo..so pre..god.â Nonsensical words. Unintelligible noises.
Then his tongue circles your bud and he is gifted a taste of your elixir.
Somewhere between his pathetic sobs into your pussy, your gorgeous melody filling the room and how you grind your pretty petals along the length of his tongue â Yuuta isnât sure heâll be able to survive this.
At some point he pulled his cock free from its restraint. Spearing high and heavy in the air. Constant needy dribbles of pre cum staining his shirt, rolling down the length of his shaft. One or two drops even escaping to the floor between his knees.
He hasnât stroked his length once. And he is this close to release.
And it is infuriating.
Yuuta hates how closely he is riding his peak right now.
Because he is not nearly done with you yet.
He wants you on his tongue. On his cock. For hours. He needs to coax orgasm after orgasm out of his one true love.
âY-yuuta,â your right hand pulls at his head with all your strength. Yuuta has to bite back a whine.
His murky gaze meets your darkened one.
âInside.â A clear, high-pitched command.
And Yuuta couldnât dream of denying you. Of saying no to you, ever.
âO-okay, yes baby.â
He stumbles to his feet. Shakily working his jeans and boxers into a pile around his feet.
Your wide eyes and oh shaped mouth stains his face cherry red.
Why are you looking at him like that?
Is he not enough?
Were your other lovers bigger?
Heâll get rid of them ifâ
âYuutaâŚwill it fit?â
You shatter his spiral to stardust. He can breathe again for the first time since you came over.
Yuuta eagerly chases you up the length of the couch. Until heâs nestled comfortably in your legs. Your heat kissing along his drenched rod. Mixing your arousal with his.
âItâll fit, because youâre made for meâ
Yuuta rasps through tight lips. Burying his head into the gentle slope of your neck.
How is everything going exactly right and completely wrong at the same time?
He is more disciplined than this.
He is supposed to be in control.
But your warm, sweet petals sheath his length.
And you begin to circle your hips underneath him. Rubbing your nectar along his cock like you are marking him as yours.
Yuuta loses his sense of reality.
Unrelenting waves of heat ram into his groin. His cock stutters and beats against your precious cunt. He canât bring himself to look you in the eye. Because everything dampens.
âNoâŚnâno no wait!â
Yuuta smears protests into your neck. Hips rutting against your opening. Pressing you deep within the cushions. Rabid, uncontrolled movements. Ascending in pace faster than you can keep up.
âFuck, fuck..â
âYuuta? Are you cuââ
You have your answer the moment his hips hover over yours. Cupping his thick, blushing tip.
He fails to contain his explosion. Yuuta is mortified when stark white globs contrast your black mini skirt.
Air settles thick between you.
Circulating breaths between his clipped and your shocked ones. Decades pass between you before silence is broken.
âDonât worry, Yuu! This doesnât change anything.â Your smile is light and playful. Kind in the way that makes him fall in love with you again.
ButâŚwhat do you mean?
Of course this changes everything.
He can please you.
He knows that.
This was justâŚ
This was just one time.
The first time.
Amidst the cyclone of thoughts decimating Yuuta's brain, youâve managed to wiggle around him. Currently lacing up your strappy heels.
Yuutaâs mouth lolls open but words fail to materialize.
Once youâre satisfied with your appearance, you prance over to his side. Still frozen on the couch with a handful of his cum. In the messy remnants of his unwanted peak.
Your lips meet his cheek. And your next words run his blood subzero.
âWeâre still friends! Weâll always be friends, Yuu.â
Yuutaâs steely eyes laser into your retreating figure with sniper precision.
Beautiful, silly girl.
You two will never be just friends.
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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: sex toys (a cock sleeve like this one), unprotected P in V, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), squirting, creampie, Joel in a dress, reader likes Joel in a dress, teeth as a euphemism for balls, talk of knots but this is not a/b/o, fluff. word count: 6k summary: The light beckons you over like a moth to a flame, and your weary bones follow, taking you across three lawns and up the steps, straight into the arms of Joel Miller.
A/N:Â a few months ago @missredherring said "how do you feel about those werewolf dildos?" and changed the entire tragectory of this fic. thank you, I love you đ this one's for you bb, and that beaut of an oracle card you pulled, position and all.
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The porch light is on when you get home and pull into your empty driveway. It was like a beacon - drawing your eye where it so often drew all of you; across three lawns and straight up the steps to Joel's front door.
Though, this time, it's not lit for you. It's not there to guide you through the darkness and into his waiting arms. And, though you'd never admit it, you feel oddly territorial about it - jealous. That's your light. Except, for today, it's not.
Today, it's illuminated for the swathes of little ghouls and beasties that have been stomping the streets in search for treats, swarming like a plague of locusts on each household until candy buckets were empty and one by one, the lights shut off.
But not Joel's.
You try to push it to the back of your mind as you fumble with your keys in the darkness of your own front porch, and stash yourself away inside to wearily climb the stairs to wash the day away. The shower you take is hot, yet the heat does nothing to stop you thinking of him, wondering whether that light was just a forgotten detail of the day or a beckoning call to the only person who would really understand it.
Even when you step out from the stream of water and stretch, pushing deep into one hip and another, all you can think about his him and how much better he could make all of this. The pains he could soothe, the emptiness he could fill, the ache between your legs he could make so much, much worse.
That's how you end up standing at your front window, face pressed to the glass, staring at the light that's still taunting you, wondering if maybe it is on for you after all.
It's also how you end up halfway down your driveway before you even think to call or text him.
And, as you step onto his porch in mismatched pajamas, unlaced shoes, and a flannel shirt that wasn't your own, you think you're somehow the most strange and yet most normal thing to have climbed up here tonight. There's no witches hat or vampire teeth. No empty bucket in your hand or silly t-shirt.
No, it was just you - tired eyes and all, hoping that the light that had been a signal to them was now a signal to you, and that he'd be happy to see you.
There's a shuffling stomp behind the door after you knock. Then, it's swinging inward so suddenly you jump back as something distinctly Joel-sized growls from behind a black net, only to stop with a surprised cough when you stare at it with wide eyes. One large hand tugs the net down and tosses it to the side, and the toothy grin of a dark eyed wolf greets you in the doorway.
It's undoubtedly Joel. You'd know those shoulders anywhere, even if they are beneath the prettiest pink dress you've ever seen. You look him up and down, eyes darting from the bonnet on his head, the stifling plastic mask strapped to his face, before pulling down his chest, following pink all the way down until pink turns into the gray of well worn sweatpants.
With a huff, he tugs at the mask, yanking it from his head to reveal ruffled hair, rosy cheeks, and a bashful look in his eye that says he's almost embarrassed to see you.
"Thought you were a trick-or-treater," he says, with a nervous rub to his neck.
"And I thought you were my Grandma."
"Very funny," he says, rolling his eyes and pulling you in toward him, closing the door the second you're in over the threshold. "Been waitin' for you."
If that wasn't the confirmation you needed, it is when he snaps the porch light off and leans down to kiss you against the wall, pinning you there with one broad hand to your waist while the other latches and locks the door.
"Joel, what about Sarah," you say after a moment, turning your head from the heat of his kiss.
"Little Red ain't here. Last minute change of plans. Her mom came to pick her up for some party her neighbor was throwin' for the kids. Been on solo door duty all evenin', killin' time waitin' for you."
You kiss him then, tugging at the curls at the back of his neck while his hands roam under the flannel shirt you'd stolen from him some weeks ago, feeling up and down the curve of your spine as you arch into him. Where you had felt so exhausted moments ago, you now feel energized, ready to leap at him and let him do as he pleased with you, even if it was right here against the door.
"So..." you mumble into his mouth, through soft kisses neither of you seem to be able to resist pressing to each others mouths. "You've been by yourself... for four hours... in a dress?"
Joel stops kissing you the moment he feels your lips twist upward into a smile.
"What if I have? Problem with that?" he says, with a quirk to his eyebrow as he stares down at you, still pinned to the wall.
Briefly, you consider if you really do have a problem with it. Mostly because you realize, as you look at him and the dress wrapped around him, that you really, very much, do not have a problem with it at all. Even in swathes of pink and frills, he's beautiful, and you can't stop thinking about the shape of him hidden beneath the loose drape of fabric.
"No," you say with a shrug, trying to keep the heat out of your cheeks. "You look great. Pink suits you, Grandma Joel."
A growl makes it's way up Joel's throat and he nips at your lips, tilting your head back with one strong hand and grabbing your wrist as your fingers plays idly with the fabric of his dress with the other.
"Do not call me Grandma," he says, pulling your hand down to the front of his skirt. "Feel like a Grandma to you, darlin'?"
"I can't say I've ever felt a Grandma before but - Oh, my," you say with a smirk, catching Joel's eyebrow raised in warning. You grind your palm gently against him, wiggling your fingers down and down, cupping the heft of his balls, feeling as the blood that was reddening his cheeks pumps to his cock, thickening it beneath your hand. "What big... teeth you have. Very big teeth."
"You sure about that?"
You nod into the cradle of his hand, his fingers scratching gently at your scalp as you tease and taunt him. "Uh-huh. Biggest teeth. Best teeth. My favorite teeth, actually."
"Never had any teeth you like better, huh?" he says, holding back a laugh.
"Never," you say, grinning back. "Question is, are they still your own teeth, Grandma?"
He growls again then, spinning you from the wall and scraping his teeth against your neck. He moves you back - further from the door and further into his home, guided only by the flickering light of the TV. He sucks the blood to the surface on your neck, bruising you while you sigh and turn to putty into his arms and then, with a sharp pinch to your ass and a swift smack that sends the muscle jiggling, he's pulling back and pushing you toward the stairs.
"Get your ass upstairs. I'll give you fuckin' Grandma."
You practically squeal in delight, cackling as you kick off your shoes and make a run for the stairs, legs quaking as you try to take them two at a time, give up half way and scramble up the rest of the way with your hands.
At the top, you turn to look at the smirking figure of Joel.
"Are you gonna come eat me, Grandma Joel?"
You can hear as he cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders, clicking his tongue against his teeth. You can barely hold in your giggles as he tries to look menacing in that pink dress, slowly ascending the stairs and staring daggers into you.
"You're lucky you're so damn cute, or there'd no fuckin' chance I'd be getting hard enough to give you what you're actin' out for," he grumbles, having to lift the skirt above his knees to stop himself from tripping.
"Is Were-Joel better?" you say through a laugh, taking a step back as he finally towers above you again when he reaches the top of the stairs and drags you toward his room.
Pulling you inside, he claims your mouth with a bruising kiss, cradling your head in his two massive hands while his tongue licks into your mouth.
"Were-Joel is stupid, but yeah," he mumbles into you, "Were-Joel is better."
Together, you make quick work of your own clothes. The flannel is the first thing to go, tossed straight onto Joel's laundry hamper for him to deal with. You'd steal another soon anyway. Your pajamas follow - t-shirt dumped on the floor and shorts pulled low enough for you to wiggle them the rest of the way down and kick them off the end of your feet. You moan the moment Joel's warm, rough hands connect with your bare skin, grabbing every part of you he can reach. He gropes your breasts in both massive hands, puckering the flesh with the soft grip of his fingertips, while your hands find his neck and scratch. He groans, stretching into the itch of your nails across his skin.
The front of Joel's dress has started to tent. You can feel it every time he grinds forward, pushing you back until you're forced to hop up onto his bed, legs spread so he can slot between them.You hold yourself to him, scratching through the pink fabric while his soft bulge stiffens with each roll of his hips into your clothed core.
Then, when he goes to yank the dress over his head, you stop him, gripping tight to his hands and sheepishly shaking your head.
"Leave the dress on? Just for a little bit."
Your face is hot as you say it, and Joel's inquisitive look turns to a laugh, then a smile, crinkling his eyes just before he gently bumps his nose into yours.
"Yeah?" he says. "You really like it, huh?"
You shrug, "Pink's your color."
"Really? S'the color that does it for you."
"Careful."
"Careful?" he taunts, licking his tongue across his teeth and looking you up and down. "Or what?"
He's still between your legs. He's still hard, he's still looking down at you, and he's still between your legs. Taking a deep breath, you try not to let the heat of him distract you, or the way he looks at your near naked body as you straighten your shoulders and look him straight in the eye. "Or I'll... huff and I'll puff and I'll blow you...r house down."
You hear his eyes as they roll in his head, and you have to stifle a laugh with a hard bite of your bottom lip.
"Come on. Ain't even the same fairytale any more, darlin'."
"So?"
"So, as the only wolf around here, and given you ain't got anythin' for me to blow, I best get to eatin'."
You fake gasp and clutch a hand to your chest, giving him a scandalized look as you try to mask the not so subtle way you feel the muscle of his arm flex beneath your other hand.
"No, Gran- Were-Joel, don't eat me. I promise I don't taste good."
"Now that's a damn fuckin' lie," he says just as your world is tipping on it's head, your legs pushed back and toppling you back onto his sheets in fits of laughter. "Best pussy I've ever tasted."
Forcing a deadpan look onto your face, you sit up on your elbows while he tries, and fails to grab hold of your panties. "Oh," you say. "Oh, we're talking about that kind of eating?"
One long, slow blink from Joel later, and you're laughing again, curling in on yourself, while he gives up with your panties and instead pulls down his sweatpants beneath the dress, and kicks them away.
"You're gonna be the death of me, you realize that, right?"
The touch of his lips to your thigh calms your giggles in an instant. Then, when the scruff on his cheek brushes your other thigh, you let your legs fall apart.
"There she is," he murmurs between your legs. "You gonna stop playin' around and let me take care of her now?"
You nod down to him, breath suddenly stolen from you as you look down at Joel, pretty in pink.
"Good."
With that, he presses a kiss to your clothed mound, taking a deep breath and mumbling something you think sounds like "so fuckin' good", before working fingers under the waistband and pulling them off your legs, leaving you totally nude.
"So fuckin' beautiful," he says, as he lowers himself to the floor between your legs. "Get more beautiful every time I see you, y'know that?"
His lips suck at your inner thigh then, nipping the skin before he trails kisses up higher and higher, tugging you slightly to pull you down the bed and closer to his waiting mouth. You're in half a mind to joke about your pussy being flattered, but you know the time for jokes is over, and that what he said he very much means, when you look down to see his dark eyes staring straight back at you before he makes that first, delicious swipe of his tongue across your cunt.
He starts softly. Kitten licks to your labia, slowly tasting all of you, before kissing around your clit were it waits for him, less and less patient as his teasing goes on. His thick fingers rest on your thighs, kneading and stroking the delicate skin while is tongue flicks out to make a tentative, soft lick over your clit. Then, he's sucking it into his mouth, releasing, licking, and kissing it before starting the cycle all over again, making out with the sensitive nub and suckling away at it while you start to moan and sigh beneath him.
You were right. This was the exact kind of ache you wanted him to give you. Throbbing, deep, and desperate. Each swipe of his tongue making you want more. A self fullfilling prophecy of tongue fucking you into oblivion, and you wish you had the patience to stay here forever, to not want to be pushed over the edge by him and his wicked tongue.
He parts you with his thumbs, spreading you wide and using the digits to dip inside ever so slighty, igniting your core and making you whine for more. He gives it to you - one finger slipping into his mouth and coming out slick before tentatively dipping into your hole, fucking you with the tip until he can sink it down to the knuckle.
Sliding another finger in, he circles your clit with a soft tongue, fingers moving slowly as they stretch you. You arch your back into him, already feeling the tightness in your belly coil, ready to snap the second he picks up momentum.
"Two good?" he murmurs, breath ghosting over your twitching clit.
The noise you make is neither a yes or a no. Two is good, but you're not really sure two is enough. There's a stretch you're craving, you think, and you don't quite know how to put words to it, so your vague "ungh" will have to do.
Somehow, despite not even really knowing yourself, Joel does.
"Want more? I can give you more, darlin'," he says, slipping in a third finger, letting the stretch ease as you groan through it, before pumping them gently and returning to his steady, measured licks over your clit.
That's it, you think, and your eyes are closing, sending you away with the sensation of Joel between your legs, fucking his fingers deep and flicking his tongue against your swollen clit again, and again, and again.
Your fingers are gripping the sheets, your head is turning from side to side, your back arching as you whine and quiver, begging Joel for something, anything, and then the pace picks up, the delicate circles of his tongue turning firmer until your feet are pressing into the mattress and you're pressing into his face, the orgasm you were chasing smashing into you while you fuck yourself against his fingers, his mouth.
Then, he's pulls the wet heat of his mouth off of you, kissing all around your dripping pussy as it pulses around his fingers, your legs now floppy and boneless.
"Y'good?" he pants, sliding his fingers from your core and giving you one final lick, tasting your slick hole and nudging his nose into your clit, humming a laugh when you twitch with sensitivity.
"So good," you slur, watching him stand up, pink dress creased at the knee, and a distinct darker pink spot right at the tip of the prominent tent in the fabric.
You're very awake suddenly, when you see it.
"You can take it off now," you say, not bothering to look him in the eye when something much more important has your attention.
"Can I?" he teases, wiggle the dress up to his knees before dropping it down again.
"Take off the fucking dress, Joel."
You can't explain how much you want him in this moment. Your slick is still on his fingers and his chin, and he's rock solid for you beneath the dress and you think that, somehow, he's never looked better. Only, you think - no, you know - he'd look better with the dress off now, wearing nothing but you sheathed around his cock.
He grabs at his crotch through the dress, gripping around his length so you can see the outline of him clear as day, a trail of wetness pulling up from the bigger patch that had been forming.
"It's Were-Joel," he teases.
"Take it off, Were-Joel."
He does. One second its around his broad shoulders and the next it's off, thrown somewhere behind him, and he's completely naked, cock standing to attention in front of him, the tip slick and shiny with pre-cum.
"This what you after?" he says, holding the thick shaft by the base and shaking it toward you.
"Just give me your werewolf cock already, Were-Joel," you joke, reaching for him and spreading your legs shamelessly for him. "Or I swear, I'm gonna start howling."
You can practically see the lightbulb flick on above his head.
"Oh, I got somethin' to give you alright," he says, and you watch his work-toned back as it retreats into the bathroom, ass wiggling with each step.
"Don't you dare, Joel," you say as the door pulls closed, leaving you there on the bed. "Joel!"
Of course, you could get up and follow him. You could throw yourself back and get frustrated with being left so suddenly.
Instead, all you feel is excitement as it creeps up your toes, wiggles its way through your belly, and settles at the back of your throat in an excited, stifled, giggle. You hadn't had a surprise from Joel in some months and, while the sex was excellent, there was something thrilling about not knowing what he'd come out with next. You already knew there were some secrets he was keeping - he never did let you into his toy drawer unsupervised - but knowing you were very likely about to get treated to one of the many weird and wonderful toys Joel had was making you giddy.
You just about stop the excited vibration of your legs when Joel comes out of the bathroom. You're not sure what you expected, but at first glance, you don't see much of anything wrong.
Even when he tosses a bottle of lube onto the bed behind you, you can't see anything different. It's only when he turns to the side before climbing up beside you that you see the seeming deformity to his cock - a large bulge near the base that definitely wasn't there before.
Then, you see the silicone ring hugging his balls, and it all clicks into place while Joel looks at you with amusement.
"Oh my god," you say, staring at it with your mouth open.
If it wasn't clear silicone, maybe you would've seen it more easily. The lump is sheathed over his dick on a cock sleeve, held to him with a cockring fitting snugly over his balls, and sat right at the base of him where you so liked to sit yourself.
"Wanted a werewolf cock, didn't you?" he says, grinning lopsidedly while you stare. "Remembered I had this thing."
"There's no way I can take that, Joel," you say, finally looking up at him now that he'd climbed beside you, hands skating over your body again now that he was finally close enough.
"Don't have to take all of it, darlin'," he says, kissing your shoulder. "Can take it off right now if you really want. Though I do remember a certain someone takin' both my balls in their tight little cunt not too long ago."
You swallow thickly, his mouth sucking gently at your neck while his hands stroke softly across your belly, your thighs. "That was different, I... fuck, Joel."
In truth, you do want it. The whole thing, weird Were-Joel knot and all. So, you turn to him, catching his mouth with yours, and reach for that bottle of lube, steely determination in you when you finally grip his cock with your free hand.
"Give it to me."
He lights up, fire in his eyes, and pushes you down, grabbing and kissing you as you try to push him up, hook your legs around him, pull him in closer, to line him up with your core so you can feel the rippled bulge of the silicone knot as it slips up and down your slick pussy.
Joel drizzles lube over the top of his cock, gasping when the cold liquid hits him, before turning the bottle to you, watching the clear fluid dribble out over your cunt. It's cold when it hits, trickling down your seam to wet the bed beneath you. Neither of you care, not when Joel's fingers are swiping through the mess and pushing in, other hand on his own cock, stroking the head as he fucks fingers into you and feels you flutter around them.
"Don't think you'll have a problem takin' all o' this, darlin'," he says to you. "You want it fuckin' bad, don't you?"
You haul yourself up to kiss him while he finger fucks you and fucks his own fist. If you didn't know about the thing wrapped around his dick, you'd settle for tonight ending like this, his fingers knuckle deep while he spurts ropes of cum all over you. But, you want it, so your fingers snake up his leg to squeeze gently at his balls, slick with lube and taut from the ring around them.
"I always want it bad, Joel."
Legs splayed, he pushes you back, and swpies his cock through the mess between your legs. He wastes no time pressing his broad tip into you. You gasp the second he breaches you, your hands finding purchase on his golden shoulders while he teases the tip in and out, before pressing in deeper.
"How do you always feel so good," you say in breathless amazement when he's half way burried in you. "Every time."
You both groan when he pulls out and pushes back in, deeper still, until you feel the edge of the toy nudging at your entrance, and he stops.
"Magic dick," he jokes, voice low and husky. "Maybe I shoulda been a witch this year."
"Not a wizard?"
He shrugs, moving onto his forearms to kiss you without pressing further in, beyond the rim of the knot strapped to his cock. "You liked the dress."
There it is. That feeling that'd been pushing down for months, blooming in your chest again. He so often said things like this - little things that meant not much of anything to most people, but meant the world to you. It wasn't about the dress, if you thought about it. It was knowing that there was someone in the world that was happy and willing to do something, just because you liked it.
You're still and staring at him with glassy eyes when he nudges your nose with his own.
"Think you can take more?"
"Yeah. I want it, Joel, please."
He's gentle when he presses forward next. He reaches a hand between you, pulling you open as he pushes in, checking the toy strapped to him is lubed up enough to not feel dry as it spreads you wider than you'd been in some time.
Because, despite what he said, it is bigger than his balls. They were pulled tight into a ball-torpedo that day, and while the girthy stretch of it was amazing, it was nothing compared to this. This one felt like him.
You could feel his head push deeper, while the solid slickness of his shaft parted you wider, and then the stretch of the silicone knot - firm but yeilding, and as warm and wet with lube as the rest of his cock. You could barely tell where he ended and it began, and you didn't really care to work it out. Even when it stretched you to the widest point, pressing into your entrance with the rest of him to finally slip home with one more press forward of Joel's hips. It filled you - he filled you - and you groaned at the stretch, the feel of yourself clamping around down his cock, the knot, moulding your insides to this new shape of him.
You're breathing heavy when he stills inside you, murmuring in your ear words that you don't hear until he's gently squeezing your cheeks.Â
"Y'ain't all fucked out already, are you?" he says, looking into your dazed eyes.
You aren't. Well, you are. The ridges and ripples of the toy lodged inside you along with his cock are pushing against just about every sensitive spot you have, and you don't quite think you have words to say anything, let alone explain it all to Joel.
So, you just nod dumbly at him, whining and grabbing at him to make him move.
The first rock of his hips barely shifts him inside of you, but you can't help the deep groan that pulls out of your chest. It's like he's locked so impossibly deep inside of you that every movement of his cock nudges deeper.
He's careful not to pull the full width of the knot out of you for a while. He just moves, slowly, checking your face where your brows draw tight together and your mouth quivers with the intensity of it all.
Then, when you finally adjust enough to kiss him again, he pulls out, swallowing down your gasp when the knot stretches your sensitive entrance.
Tears spring to your eyes when he pushes back in. It doesn't hurt - not even close - but it's so fucking much that you can't help it, your entire body alive and burning with each movement he makes.
"Joel," you wail, biting into his shoulder as you quiver and quake. You're entirely out of control of your body now, but it doesn't matter. It's safe with Joel - it always has been - and you grip him as best you can while the last dregs of your self control slip away.
"I got you," he says his hands sliding under your ass, and up your back, hugging you to him. "C'mere."
You're bonelessly hauled into his lap, Joel grunting with the effort and the feel of how you clench around him with the shift os his cock rooted deep in you.
"Fuck. There we go. Y'feel that?"
You do. He must know you do by how babble and whine in his ear.
However the toy felt before, it feels even more intense like this. You're sat with your legs wrapped around him, perched on his lap while his thighs are splayed wide to stablize both of you. His cock hasn't moved from it's place deep inside you, but the shift of your body is making the knot nudge that spot inside you usually only his fingers can find.
"Fff-uck, Joel. Joel," you manage to warn, before a tear spills over your waterline. "Don'tstopdon'tfuckingstop."
The flash of concern on his face is only brief as he swipes away the tear, but then he hears you, listens, and rocks against you, pubic hair grinding against your swollen clit as the knot lcosk the two of you together.
It's overwhelming how deep he is and how full you feel. So overwheleming, you just can't help it. That's your excuse, anyway.
"I lo- " you gasp, choking back your own words when he fucks particularly deep.
"What was that?" He asks, groaning as you pulse around him.
"I - I like you," you say into his neck, wincing at your fucking stupidity for letting anything slip, for being too fucked out and cock drunk to think of a better cover than you like him.
"Yeah?" Joel says, a smile in his voice. "You like me?"
You're about to answer, when he pulls back, the knot popping from you before pressing in deep again, making you scramble to grip hold tight of him with the feel of it.
"Ye-es! S-so much."
"Really?"
He does it again, this time pulling you up too, practically making you bounce and fuck yourself onto his knot, and you suddenly don't give a shit what comes out of your mouth now, just that it makes Joel keep doing whatever it is that's happening right now. You feel so wet, you're certain you're dripping, making a mess of his cock, his balls, his thighs, his sheets.
"Yes."
The knot slips out and you pull yourself down onto it this time, groaning when you bottom out and he holds you to him, fucking up into you in shallow movements that are so deep you can feel it in your belly.
"Oh god, yeah."
Wrapping his arms around you, he grinds deep then, pulling you down onto him with each roll of his hips, the friction of his pubic hair against your clit making you howl into his chest.
It feels like panic, but you know it's not. You know it's not because it's as much in your cunt, in your belly, in your spine, than it is in your throat. Still, it bubbles up just the same, frantic desperate words coming out in a stream of nonsense before you know what's about to hit you.
"Joel, Joel, fuck, Joel - I - uhhnng -"
But Joel knows.
He keeps grinding deep, keeps pulling you down, murmuring in your ear filthy encouragement. Your hands struggle to grip him now, the sweat on his skin making him slick as he holds you up, pulls you down, fucks you deeper than you've ever been fucked before.
And then, like a dam, it breaks. You silently scream into his chest, tears spilling down your face, your pussy throbbing and clenching and gushing all over him while he never, not for a second, stops fucking you through it.
Even when you slump in his arms, whining and still coming, flooding his cock, he keeps going.
"That's it," he growls. "That's it, come on it. Come all over me."
You wish you could see him. You wish you had the energy to pull yourself off of him and look at his beuatiful cock and the mess you'd made of it, how throbbing and desperate it was for you, balls gripped tight by the ring and base held stiff by the knot. You'd fuck yourself onto it, if you could. Instead, you just pant in his arms, nodding into his chest, kissing and licking at just about any part you can while he ruts into you.
"You want this?" he grunts, grabbing your ass and spreading your cheeks, letting you somehow slip further down him with the spread.
He grunts loudly in your ear then, panting deep breaths while his chest heaves. "Fuck - fuckin' thing on my balls, not gonna last, say you want it," he begs. "Tell me you want it."
"I want you, I want you, Joel, I want you," you babble into his neck, grabbing his face, kissing him as he grunts into your mouth, cock throbbing where it impales you, balls tight as he comes as deep in you as he's ever been. You think it might just be the hardest he's ever came in you, with how still he goes, and how long he groans - the deep sound of it turning into a desperate whine while his hips cant and rock and fuck you like he's possessed.
And, when it's over, he holds you still, unconciously rocking the two of you gently, bodies so slick with sweat and come that it's a wonder you can even keep yourselves held together.
It's with a groan that he lays you both back. Then, gingerly, he pulls out and tugs the toy off his cock and balls, throwing it to the floor. With delicate kisses to your sweaty chest, he milks the last drops of cum from his cock, smearing it over your used, swollen cunt, as more of him dribbles out of you onto the sheets.
"Marking your territory are you, Were-Joel?" you say with a sleepy, contented smile up at him.
"Not much o' one for pissin' on people, so," he says with a lopside shrug and a soft smile, "Yeah." And he wipes the last drop of cum onto your clit, before kissing you and falling beside you, pulling your legs over his and cradling your spent body against his chest.
You cuddle for a while, falling into a sleepy doze as your hands wander. Then the warmth of him is away, kissing your hairline, and back not a moment later with water placed on the bedside table and a damp towel for between your thighs.
The wet patch is whisked away, dragged off the bed by Joel and replaced with a different comforter as you crawl into his bed, waiting for him beneath the fresh sheets, where he flicks the room into darkness and holds you to him once more.
When you're both settled, your heartbeats calmed and your breaths shallow and sleepy, Joel clears his throat.
"You do know Were-Joel is just man-Joel, right?" he says, his voice rumbling in his chest and straight to your ear.
"Mhm," you yawn. "I told you ages ago I like man-Joel best of all. I'd take him over any of the other Joel's any day."
"Hm," he says with a smile. "That so?"
"Yep."
"Nothin' else?"
"Nope," you mumble into his chest, sleep coming for you quicker and quicker now that his voice is right there soothing you to sleep.
"Alright then."
And you think that's it, that that is all he has to say, that you can both drift off to sleep, warm and safe in each others embrace.
"I love you too."
Your head snaps up to look at him in the dark. He pushes your hair from your face, and you laugh, suddenly giddy and silly and with too much energy and nowhere to put it. "Joel!"
You can see a sliver of his gentle smile in the dark, feel it as he presses it to your forehead, and your laughter dies down knowing that it's not a joke, that he heard you, that he knows, that he accepts your silence not as rejection but as something else, something you know to be true but can't name, even to yourself, even here so safe and warm and content in his arms that it could never be anything else.
"G'night, darlin'."
And as you fall asleep you just hope that maybe, in the morning, you'll be able to say those three little words too.
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Tips for writing and drawing Wheelchair using characters: Your character's wheelchair can tell us a lot about them
When you first start learning character design, you'll often be told something to the effect of "use your character's outfit to tell us more about them" - and this same principles can be applied to a disabled character's mobility aids.
Mobility aids like wheelchairs, to many disabled people, are a part of us. They can be an extension to a person's body and chances are, if you're going to be using this piece of equipment every day for the foreseeable future (or at least for a good amount of time for the foreseeable future), it's going to start reflecting some aspects of your personality, your interests, your passions, especially when you remember, a lot of people get their wheelchairs custom built for them.
You can use your character's wheelchair to tell us a lot about them without ever needing to show/describe them directly.
Let me show you two examples:
Take a look at these two wheelchairs. they're similar in shape and build, but still pretty different to each other. Can you make some guesses about their users based only on what's shown here?
intended answers below:
Please note, the following points are all generalisations and the real world is rarely this simple. This is to demonstrate how to use disability aids to contribute to your character's design, not how to make assumptions about real people in real life.
So here are some similarities between the chairs:
Both wheelchairs have ridged frames, this means the wheelchair can't be folded in any way. These kinds of chairs can imply a few different things depending on the person. They are typically lighter, sturdier and more durable, and indicate the person probably will be using the wheelchair for a long time and/or has the money to get something built to last (or lives in a place where cost not an issue due to universal/subsidised access to healthcare). They are also typically better to travel with when flying, as they are less likely to be broken by airport security/staff.
Both wheelchairs also lack anti-tip wheels, which are a third set of wheels that extend from the back of the chair. Them not being present could indicate the person is likely pretty confident in their ability to use the chair without worrying about tipping out. It could also indicate they are in an environment where the anti-tips could be more of a hazard than a help, such as on rough terrain.
So lets look at some specifics for the green wheelchair:
Take a look at the wheels. The front wheels are pretty small and appear to be solid, while the back wheels appear to be quite narrow (compared to the orange chair anyway). This indicates the user likely lives somewhere with decent accessibility like a (well funded) city where they are unlikely to encounter unpaved/dirt roads/grass. Small front wheels and thin back wheels are good for manoeuvrability and a smooth ride over even terrain, but they will get stuck as soon as bumps appear, so this probably isn't an issue for this person.
While its a bit hard to tell unless you have seen other similar wheelchairs, this wheelchair is very long in the front, meaning the footplate and front wheels are further away from the seat than most. There could be a few reasons for this. One either indicates the person has very long legs, or a lack of motion in their knees, making it harder to bend their legs. This is moves the chair's centre of gravity forward by a decent amount, making it harder to tip back, which could indicate the person's legs are very light. You tend to see this most often in the wheelchairs of bilateral leg amputees, who are at a greater risk of tipping backwards due to a lack of weight at the front of the chair (even if they wear their prosthetics).
The colour of the chair is bright. This could simply be the character's favourite colour, or maybe this colour has some significance to them?
There are stickers on the side of the chair relating to the Paralympics. This could indicate the person is a fan, or perhaps had some involvement in the games?
The wheelchair has handles on the back, but they are able to be folded down. This is a popular feature for people who are independent enough to go out on their own, but still want to have the option for some help. folding down the handles also deters random strangers from grabbing at you (an unfortunately common experience for wheelchair users).
There is some mild paint scratching to the front of the wheelchair, but nothing too noticable. This is typical of older chairs and people who are a little rough on their chairs. Maybe they've had a few stacks and falls throughout the years, probably going a decent speed.
Ok, now let's look at the orange chair
This wheelchair has very large, inflatable front wheels, and very thick back wheels. This will make the chair slower and less manoeuvrable on flat/even surfaces, but much, much easier to push on rough terrain. This is supported by the amount of mud on the wheelchair.
The seat on this wheelchair tilts upwards slightly. This is called a bucket (or according to an old basketball teammate of mine, a dump-truck lol). This is a feature you typically see in wheelchairs made for people with spinal injuries who are unable to move their legs and engage their lower bodies or core to help keep them stable.
The back of this chair is very low, indicating that if this wheelchair user has a spinal injury, it's probably pretty low on their spine, likely fairly close to the hips, making the person a low-level paraplegic. Higher-level paraplegics and quadriplegics usually need a higher back to help support them and keep them from flopping over, since all the muscles below their place where their spine broke either doesn't work, or is significantly weaker. Higher backs though can get in the way of pushing and reduce mobility, so people who need less support will likely opt for a lower back rest.
This wheelchair has no handles, which indicates the user is probably very independent and doesn't need a lot of help getting around.
The paint on this wheelchair is very scratched up, showing the person is very tough on their wheelchair and doesn't care to get the paint touched up.
This wheelchair has no breaks. This is very common on chairs with larger tiers as they don't tend to be as effective, but also on many outdoor wheelchairs, for two reasons. One is because they are made for rough terrain, so chances are, you aren't going to go far without a big push to get you moving. The second reason is that to get over large bumps and obsticals in a wheelchair, it can be helpful to do very large pushes using the top and front of the wheel. When pushing a normal chair, most people will only use the top section of the wheel to push since it's closest, but these big pushes that use the front of the wheel make it easier to push, since you can benefit from downwards momentum. However, this is also where the breaks are located on most wheelchairs, which can create a hazard. I've lost entire fingernails by them getting snagged on the breaks when pushing this way. So if you live somewhere where the breaks are not going to be helpful to you often, it makes sense to not get them.
And here are the characters who own these wheelchairs
The owner of the green wheelchair is an amalgamation of a few people I knew from when I played wheelchair basketball. They're a bilateral leg amputee, and judging by their outfit (The Official National Wheelchair Basketball uniform for Australia), they're an elite athlete. This wheelchair is not the one they play sport in, but it still needs to be durable enough to withstand the rough treatment of airport staff when traveling, as well as heavy day-to-day use that comes with being an active person. While it needs to be rough, the person also seemed to want to prioritise speed and manoeuvrability, and likely doesn't need to worry about rough terrain too much, so they probably live in a major city.
The owner of the orange chair was inspired by a family friend of mine. They live on a farm, and need a chair that can handle life in those conditions, rough terrain and all. This comes at the cost of speed and manoeuvrability on smoother terrain, but honestly, anyone who's lived in the country knows you won't find many of those around there anyway, so that's not too big of a sacrifice. They are paraplegic, are very confident in their ability to use their wheelchair, and probably doesn't need help too often, but still benefit from some extra stability support from the raised seat on their chair.
Conclusion
Once again, these are generalisations, and in real life there are always exceptions, but I hope this helped demonstrate what I meant when I said you can use your character's wheelchair to tell us more info about them if you're smart about it.
I originally planned to do a whole series of these, showing a wider variety of wheelchairs and the people who they belong to, but I guess I kind of forgot because they've been sitting, abandoned on my hard drive for the last 2 years đ
. If that's something you folks would be interested in seeing though, let me know, I'd happily revive the series lol.
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Hey, I do not think I have asked this before, but if I have please ignore it. I have seen on social media where the wife will ask the bf, or husband to leave the room, so they can get changed. I was wondering what would Ari, and, or Andy's response to this be?
Guessing Games
Summary: Ari doesn't like being kicked out of your bedroom. Also be sure to check out Guessing Games: A Fast Car Interlude.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Implied Future Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Discussions of Body Image, Manhandling, Discussions of Lingerie, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: I think someone actually asked me this a while ago. Maybe. I vaguely remember my answer. However, instead of rehashing that, this is how I think that would go - with a twist! Part my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!
Wisps of steam curl around you as you step out of the shower. Snagging a nearby towel, you take your time drying off before reaching for your favorite body butter, leisurely applying it all over your thirsty skin. Once youâre finished, you carefully don your robe and make your way into your bedroom.Â
Of course youâre not the least bit surprised to find your bounty hunter laying on your bed, eyes closed, with one brawny arm tucked behind his head. To the average person it would appear that he was sleeping. But you knew better.Â
Last night youâd promised to take a day trip with him to a classic car show that was happening a couple towns over. And, ever the early riser, your man was itching to get on the road. Which meant he was trying to keep a handle on his patience so that he didnât accidentally piss you off while trying to hurry you along.
The last thing he needed was to be stuck in a car while you pouted for two hours. Having experienced it once before, it was definitely not his idea of a good time.Â
âYou were in there so long I was beginning to worry you mightâa drowned.â Although his tone is deceptively light, thereâs no missing the hint of impatience.Â
âThe hot water felt extra good this morning. Besides, it's not gonna take me long to get dressed.â
âEh,â he sighs, adjusting his position so that heâs now sitting up in bed, his big body resting against your numerous decorative pillows. âIâll believe it when I see it.âÂ
Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you make a beeline for your closet. Youâd already picked out your outfit the night before, which made things a hell of a lot easier. Grabbing one of your more colorful sundresses off the rack, you hold it up to yourself in the mirror.
âWell, thatâs certainly a pretty little number.â Ari muses, sitting up a little straighter so that he can get a better look at your dress. âChrist, I already know if I bring you to the show wearing that, every fella in a ten mile is gonna forget all about those damned cars.â
His words make your cheeks heat. Even though you were pretty sure he was exaggerating just a tad, it still made you feel good. But just in caseâŚ
âUmâŚâ Turning to face him, you once again hold the garment up to your chest. âDo you think I should maybe wear something else then?â
âHell no.â He growls, tossing a pillow into the air and catching it with ease. âLet âem look. I donât give a fuck about you showing off those gorgeous legs â as long as you remember youâre coming home with me.â
âNow how could I possibly go and forget a little detail like that, sugar?â You giggle, blowing him a tiny kiss which he then pretends to catch. As gruff and rough-and-tumble as your man could be at times, he also had no problem making you melt.
It was just part of his irresistible charm.
âYouâd better not, baby. Otherwise I wonât be held responsible for what happens if Iâm forced to throw you over my shoulder and carry you back to my truck.â He gives you a hard look before reaching for his phone, letting you know heâs not kidding.
It might sound crazy, but the longer you two were together, the more youâd begun to realize that there was a small part of you that got off on riling him up. Not all the time, mind youâŚ
But youâd also learned that sometimes pricking your bounty hunterâs temper was well worth whatever punishment would ultimately come your way. Â
Clearing your throat, you attempt to refocus on the task at hand. You needed to get dressed rather quickly so that you could spend a little extra time in the bathroom putting on your face. Even though you planned to go for a more natural look today, you still wanted to give yourself enough time to be satisfied with the results.Â
However, before you did all that, there was one more thing you had to take care of. And you were better off doing so without the benefit of an audience. Â
âAlright, Beast.â You hum, gingerly draping your dress across the end of your bed. âHow about you give me a little privacy so I can go ahead and get changed?âÂ
During your latest social media deep dive, youâd come across videos of women asking their significant others to leave the room while they changed their clothes. Many of the reactions had ranged anywhere from confusion to concern. Although there had been a few who seemed not to care one way or the other.Â
And while you were pretty sure that Ari would fall into the first category, there was a part of you that wanted to see for yourself. So what better time to try it than on a day where you already planned on teasing him for the next few hours anyway?
âHuh?â He sets the device on his chest so that he can give you his full attention.Â
âAri.â You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. âI need you to step out so I can get dressed.â
âOh. Right.â Your man grunts dismissively before swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. âGuess Iâll be downstairs if you need me.â
âWow.â You think, cocking your head in surprise as you watch him give a brief stretch. You honestly hadnât expected it to be that easy. Sometimes this man really was something else.
âWait a minute â hold on.â Ari rumbles, dragging a hand through his shaggy locks. âHow come I gotta go?â The roughness of his tone alone is enough to make you want to clench your thighs together. Â
âBecause I wanna put on my clothes.â You reply innocently, as if it should be obvious.
âAnd why the hell would I need to step out for that?â The tell-tale tick of his jaw and flare of his nostrils lets you know that heâs not happy.
âI donât know.â You shrug. âMaybe because Iâm not really in the mood for an audience right now?â
âBaby. Swear to God.â He groans, briefly closing his eyes long enough to count to ten. âI have seen every inch of your body more times than I can count. And let me be the first to tell you, it has been the honor of a lifetime.â âIâŚumâŚokay.â You hadnât really been expecting him to say that.
âWhich is exactly why you donât need to hide from me.â Your man continues, gifting you with a dazzling smile. âI love your curves, Bird. Love explorinâ every sweet, soft inch of âem every chance I get.âÂ
âBeastâŚâÂ
âI mean, how many men can really say that theyâve actually gone and found the woman of their dreams?âÂ
The sheer adoration in his eyes is enough to make your heart skip a beat. Unable to hold his gaze, you choose to look away as you work to swallow the lump in your throat. While you werenât entirely sure what youâd done to deserve someone as wonderful as Ari, you had no plans on letting him go.
Come hell or high water.
âSeriously. No matter how you shake it, Iâm a lucky man.â He gently lobs a pillow at you, making you squeal. âAnd I plan to keep saying it until the day I die.âÂ
âJeeze.â You sniff, dashing away a quick tear with your thumb. âYou, uh, really know how to boost a girlâs confidence.â
âI only care about my girl and her confidence.â Comes his gruff response. âThatâs it. Everyone else can kindly fuck off.â
âDuly noted, handsome.â You tell him, suddenly feeling bashful. âBut I, umâŚâ Tamping down a giggle, you try to choose your words carefully. âIâm not kicking you out because Iâm ashamed or anything. Iâm kicking you out because I bought you a presentâŚfor later.â You toss the pillow back at him. It hits square in the chest before falling to the floor. âAnd Iâm not ready for you to see it just yet.âÂ
âOh, is that right?â A wolfish grin spreads across his features as understanding dawns. âGo on and lemme see. Give me a little somethinâ to look forward to.â
âI just said itâs a surprise.â You huff, crossing your arms over your chest.Â
âIf I guess right, will you let me see?â Ari tries again, not bothering to hide his excitement as he launches himself off the bed.Â
This man loved watching you walk around wearing nothing but lingerie, almost as much as he loved peeling it off of you.
âNo, Ari.â You canât hold back your laugh as you take a step back.Â
âIs it red?â Youâre forced to bat away his eager hands when they reach for the belt of your robe. âMaybe with a little ribbon and some silk?â
âNone of your business!â You squeak.
âItâs my surprise. Meaning itâs meant for me.â Grabbing your hips, he pulls you flush against his hard chest. âWhich definitely, most certainly, makes it my business.â He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.
God, he was such an incorrigible menace.
âBe a good boy and go downstairs so I can finish getting ready or weâll be late getting to the show.â You tell him, squirming in his hold.Â
âWhat about something tight, black, and lacey?â His voice dips an octave as his hands to the globes of your ass, giving them a proprietary squeeze. âIâm thinkinâ with a set of thigh highs and garters. You know - like the ones you wouldnât let me buy at that shop back in Crendlewood.â
âGuess youâll just have to wait and see â stop that, damn you!â You cry when Ari begins nibbling along the column of your throat in between teasing kisses, making you giggle.Â
âCâmon now, darlinâ.â He rasps, his thick fingers digging into your tender flesh. âWe both know Iâm not gonna last that long.â
âI believe in you.â Â
Undeterred, your stubborn bounty hunter decides to change his approach. Abandoning your neck, his advances move lower, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps as he does.
âItâs your fault I already have such a hard time keeping my hands to myself.â He tells you as he nuzzles his nose against the thin fabric of your robe, his warm breath making your nipples pebble. âYou canât just tease me like that without giving me a taste.â
A sharp nip of teeth has you rising on your toes, unintentionally giving him better access to his intended target. Followed by your strangled moan when you feel him release his grip on your ass so that he can undo the ties of your robe - finally revealing your nude body to his heated gaze.Â
âFucking beautiful.â He snarls reverently, making your core spasm. âAnd all mine.â
âYes, yours.â You agree, nibbling on your bottom lip. âLater.â
âNow.â
âBeast.â You breathe, doing your best to ignore the slick coating your thighs. âLater.â
Grumbling under his breath, Ari levels you with a glare as he takes a step back. You didnât have to ask to know that he was currently weighing his options.
On one hand, he really did want to go to the car show â almost as much as he wanted to unwrap you his surprise. At the same time, he also hated whenever you made him wait for a taste of you. It always made him so damned impatient. Â
âFine.â He grunts, his face looking like he just swallowed something supremely unpleasant. âIâll go. But you gotta give me a hint first.â
âI do?â You reply, sounding both amused and exasperated.
ââFraid so. You either give me that or no deal.â Ari crosses his arms over his broad chest, making it clear that heâs not moving until you give him what he wants.Â
âFine.â You parrot, before spinning on your heel to retreat to your closet. âYou stay put. Iâll be right back.âÂ
Tossing a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure heâs not looking, you pull out the gift bag youâd hidden under a pile of blankets. Digging through the tissue paper, it actually takes you a few seconds to find what youâre looking for. Clutching the item in your hand, you return to stand in front of your bounty hunter before handing it over, pressing it into his palm.
Itâs a pale pink garter. That came with a matching colored bustier and g-string. A fact that your man would no doubt appreciate later.Â
âWell shit, Duchess.â Ari groans, staring down at the lacey scrap of fabric in his hand. âI think I mightâve just changed my mind about this whole darn tripââ
âNope!â You swiftly interrupt, snatching back the garter. âA deal is a deal, cowboy. Now, out you go.âÂ
âBut what if weââ
âI will meet you in the living room.â Ignoring his protests, you waste no time shooing him out of your bedroom before brazenly shutting the door in his now-pouting face. âGo watch TV or something until Iâm ready.â
âThis isnât fair.â Your grumpy bounty grouses, banging his fist against the wall.Â
âI promise to make it up to you later.â You tease, allowing your robe to fall to the floor as you begin putting on your jewelry. âI might even let you take a few pictures if you ask nicely.â
âDamn it, baby!â Ari hisses as he finally heads for the stairs, taking them two at a time while he debates the best way to go about dealing with his increasingly uncomfortable hard-on.Â
It was going to be a long fucking day, especially now that heâd gotten a glimpse of what you planned to wear underneath that flimsy little sundress. Opening your freezer, he wonders if itâs too early to consider icing his balls. Perhaps heâd be better off waiting until after your road trip.Â
âGod, I am so fucked.â He mumbles as he fishes out a half-frozen bottle of water before twisting off the cap and taking a sip. âAnd all because my girl has the nerve to look so goddamn pretty in pink.â
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fan frenzy | jude bellingham
summary; when jude's fangirls from borussia dortmund don't love you but things change with your move to madrid
genre; angst, smau
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swallowing the bile rising in my throat, I scrolled through the comments on my latest photo. the negativity was a suffocating wave, a stark contrast to the joy we shared in the picture.
dating jude bellingham was a whirlwind from the start. we met in dortmund, sparks flying despite our initial clashes. over time, that spark evolved into a love as powerful and exhilarating as his world-class strikes. jude, with his kind heart and dazzling smile, was a revelation. despite his young age and rising fame, his patience and unwavering affection showed me a love i never thought possible.
living the dream alongside the man i adored shouldn't have come with a price tag. but jude, besides being a phenomenal footballer, also boasted a massive, and sometimes harsh, fanbase. the adoration soon turned towards me, morphing into a relentless stream of negativity. hateful messages, fueled by envy, became a daily torment. i shielded jude, who was blissfully unaware thanks to his social media inactivity. but the constant barrage chipped away at my self-esteem, leaving me questioning every aspect of myself and our relationship.
jude's future was bright, and i convinced myself i was letting him down by being a target. so, with a voice thick with emotion, i began, "jude, i think we should take some time."
his hand shot out, his touch warm against mine. "why do you say that?" he pleaded, his eyes filled with a concern that mirrored my own. "is this about the move? because if it is, we can talk about it. we'll figure it out together, like always."
i shook my head, tears welling up. "it's everything, jude. all the hate, the negativity... i can't take it anymore. i don't want to be the reason you're attacked."
jude's brow furrowed, his expression a mix of determination and tenderness. "who cares what they say? they don't know us, y/n. they don't know the way you light up a room with your smile, or the fire you ignite in my heart. you are strong, kind, and more beautiful than any comment could ever diminish."
he cupped my face in his hands, his touch wiping away a stray tear. "you are the woman i love, the thought of facing anything without you is..." his voice trailed off, his eyes searching mine.
taking a deep breath, i confessed, "the comments... they make me doubt myself, jude. they make me doubt us."
jude's jaw clenched for a moment, then softened. he pulled me into a tight embrace, the warmth of his body a familiar comfort. "we'll face it together," he murmured against my hair. "we'll show them what true love looks like. and if they can't see it, then their opinion doesn't matter. all that matters is you and me."
and i decided to trust him.
"maybe a fresh start in spain would be better," i thought. "maybe they won't hate me there."
the following day, the world woke up to a new post on jude's social media â a photo of us, radiating pure joy.
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the response was a wave of positivity, drowning out the negativity. the spanish fans, known for their passion, embraced me with open arms. it wasn't an instant fix, but it was a start. jude, by my side, had become my shield, our love a beacon against the darkness. we were in this together, and together, we would face anything.
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black magnolias I - rafe cameron x reader
i gave you all my light, and i got nothing to show for it
WARNINGS: mature content; domestic violence, coercion, classism, religious trauma, manipulative behavior, stalking, toxic relationship, blackmail
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the sound of old baptist hymns vibrated your bones, the drums and tambourines dancing in unison as dozens of feet stomped rhythmically. the floor of the building was littered with the bodies of women dressed in white, their plump frames covered in sheets to protect their modesty as they were prayed and shouted over by fellow churchgoers. the floorboards creaked under the weight of heavy feet and hard-bottomed dress shoes. the smell of mildew and old wood was strong, no amount of spearmint chewing gum able to mask the unpleasant scent of the damp wood that wafted into your nose with every breath.
church was the last place you wanted to be on a friday afternoon, shiny black shoes tapping against the creaking floorboards impatiently as you checked your phone for what seemed like the thirtieth time that hour. youâd prefer to be at the bait shop with your friends but ever since returning from the journey in search of the lost gold, your parents hardly let you out of their sight.Â
they were already convinced that your friends were a bad influence; that they were making you lose focus on school and the life they worked so hard for you to get. the one that you were making for yourself. you had scholarships and college acceptances lined up for you, a good job on figure eight, a nice boyfriend that would do almost anything for you. you were so close to losing it all because of the poguesânot that you were absolved from all responsibility. however, going missing for weeks in the middle of the caribbean while they were back at home, not even sure if you were alive or dead, only strengthened that belief.Â
it was strange being back in the old, wet building after so many years. your parents were always very religious, the two of them raised in the very church where you sat. and for a lot of your childhood you were too.
it was routine to attend worship sessions three times a week, your parents praying for a miracle that would never come. they thought that forcing you to come would make you just as devout as them, but it only made you hate the place more. the cult-like behavior only drove you away the older you got, the rift between you and your family growing larger the closer you got with the pogues. becoming involved with them is when your relationship with your parents began to strain.
when you met kie your sophomore year of highschool, she introduced you to the pogues. the way they lived life was the complete opposite of yours; on the edge, only worrying about the present and not the future. it was so odd to see them never concerned with what happens after highschool. kiaraâs parents thought that you were a good influence on her. that if she became friends with you then she would leave the boys behind for good.
her parents were like yours in many ways; overbearing and judgemental of people they believed they were better than. instead of locking you away in a camp for troubled teens like kiara, they prayed over you day and night trying to cast out the demons that took their beloved daughter.Â
you wish youâd never told the truth about why you went missing for those weeks. maybe then you wouldnât be stuck going to church every other day with a leash so tight it might as well be a noose.Â
it was a miracle that you graduated high school on time, and something greater than that to still have your job when you came back. pope wasnât so lucky, and his parents never let him forget it. sometimes it felt like walking on eggshells around him when you talked about anything college related, knowing that everything he worked for blew up in his face while running behind the pogues. it felt unfair.
you both worked just as hard for everything you built, but you had connections and he didnât. you got lucky. it was the truth even though he refused to say it and you didnât want to admit it.
the sight of a quarter past two on your phone had you jumping out of the old wooden pew like it was on fire, silently making your exit before your parents could stop you. nobody was paying attention to you anyways, the church goers far too occupied with yet another praise break. the yelling and holy ghost-catching was distraction enough for you to slip out without being noticed. reaching up to wipe the anointing oil off your forehead, you take in a deep breath, the fresh air a relief to you after sitting in the stuffy must of the old church for almost four hours.
âyo!â you heard a familiar voice shout from a short distance. the sight of your friends in the twinkie made your face light up with a smile, jjâs head of shaggy blonde hair poking out the passenger side window as he waved you over. âdonât have all day sundayâs best, we have business to attend to!â
 âshut up, jj. you arenât even driving.â you rolled your eyes at him, shoes clicking against the concrete as you briskly walked towards the beat up van. the door shut loudly behind you as you took a seat next to pope in the back, the petticoat beneath your dress billowing dramatically against the cushioned bench.
the dark-skinned boy snickered beside you, a brown hand covering his mouth as he hid a teasing smile from your heated gaze. âi have bear mace in my bag, by the way. just thought you should know.â that only made him laugh harder, the two boys in the front joining in on the humiliation session.
you pouted silently for the rest of the ride to the shop, anxiously waiting to change into something more casual and comfortable than the outfit your mother picked out for you that morning. it made you feel out of place, even in the place that it was made for. everyone in the church wore old, dull clothes, bright colors faded from years of washing and wear and unable to afford much better. your family was always the best dressed out of the bunch, and it made you stick out like a sore thumbâmore than you already did. your parents always believed that you âhad to look your best to come before the lord in his house,â and so you did.Â
using your money on material things like pretty dresses and nail appointments just so your parents could show off in front of a church full of poor people when they were barely better off themselves made you feel sick; hearing them talk about how those people werenât praying hard enough, how they didnât believe in him strongly enough to receive his blessings. that their lack of devotion was the reason they couldnât afford better for themselves.
for your parents to pretend that the reason they were in the position they were in because of their borderline-religious psychosis instead of the people you put them into rooms with because of who your ex-boyfriendâs dad was, was nauseating. your family was in that same position before you met him, and theyâd be right back the moment anything went left.
you would never tell them that though.
âso, your folks ever letting you off that leash?â john b asks from the front seat, his erratic driving something youâd become used to over the years. you shrugged, the pads of your fingers tapping against the soft fabric of your dress.
âas long as i go to work, school, andâŚchurch,â it took everything in you to not gag on the word as it left your mouth. âi can do what i want.â
you heard jj scoff next to the brunette up front. âso, no.â he said, blue eyes meeting yours as he turned to meet your own. âyou know, youâll never have freedom unless you take it, y/n!â
âthatâs easy for you to say, jj.â you rolled your eyes at him again, irritation rolling in on a cloud atop your head. âyou said the same thing to kie. look where that got her.âÂ
the other two boys groaned, the signs of an argument showing itself already after less than five minutes into the car ride to the bait shop.
it was routine for you and jj to butt heads. he always got everyone into life-endangering situations because of his stupid, rash decisions, and while everyone else would be mad at him for all of one day before forgiving himâyou would never. you loved him just as much as the rest of the pogues, but he was selfish, immature, and never took accountability for his actions. it bothered you to no end how the rest of your friends just accepted that from him. you wanted him to be better, and he never would be if everyone just kept letting him get away with the same things over and over.
âuh, let me seeâŚâ he trails off, pretending to be lost in thought. âoh, yeah, free.â
âno, actually. i was thinkingâŚhomeless, estranged from her parents, locked up in a wilderness camp, and living in that ramshackle code violation you guys call a house.â you cut in. counting on your fingers, you list all the consequences kiara has faced after listening to jj one too many times. âiâd rather be called a demon two days a week if it means i can take showers whenever i want.â
âright. so donât complain to us about it anymore if thatâs how youâre gonna be.âÂ
âi didnât complain, you gave me unsolicited advice and i told you exactly why i donât need it.â
pope nudged you gently, eyes wide as he silently begged you to stop before things got out of hand. shaking your head you lean back in the seat and let jj talk to himself for the rest of the ride, deeply uninterested in entertaining him any longer than you had to.Â
the car barely rolled to a stop before you were hopping out into the grass, the green earth padding your heavy footsteps as you made way to the refurbished wooden structure of jjâs house. sweat had started to trickle down the back of your neck from the layers of your attire and the heat of aggravation only made it worse.
you wanted to enjoy your weekend off, and nobody was going to ruin it for you. both of you were too proud to back down during an argument once you got up there, but you were smart enough to know when to pull back before it got to that pointâjj would just have to find company with someone else for now.Â
as you made your way back out the door, you spotted more of the pogues sitting in the back of the old van. your hands held down the skirt of the short, cotton summer dress you wore instead of the thick material of the old one, harsh breeze sending the fabric billowing in the wind.
kiara smiled as you approached, her arms outstretched for a bone-crushing hug as soon as you were close enough. cleo and sarah joined her not long after, the three girls suffocating you with affection after not seeing them in over a week.
youâd been so caught up with work and school that it was hard to see them as much as you used to. âitâs a part of growing up,â is what your mother told you. you both knew that she only wanted to keep you busy so that you couldn't hang out with them, but you never said anything about it. you wanted to keep whatever peace you were able to make between the two of you.
âhey, pretty girl!â sarah exclaimed, her brown eyes and bright smile greeting you as she pulled away from the group embrace. âi missed you so much. i canât believe you left us alone with these animals for so long.â
âi missed you, tooâ you sighed contently, hand reaching up to push hair out of your face. âmy life has been so hectic lately. i feel like i barely have time to breathe anymore.â
the ride to the beach felt shorter than it usually did, the four of you busying yourself catching up as the boys sang loudly out the windows. it was favored timing that you had time off this weekend, the pogues practically begging you to come watch jj race in the enduro this year. even if you were busy, they would find a way to force you out anyway.Â
a large crowd of kooks and pogues took up space on the beach where the race would start, the sounds of loud cheers and bikes revving filling your ears as you approached. it was surprising that a fight hadnât broken out yet, high tension thick in the air as bets were made before the race.
as you took in the organized chaos, your eyes caught on a familiar blond in all red not too far away. a barking laugh escaped you, the sight of topper in a full racing suit sending you into a fit of giggles. you tapped kiaraâs leg, the girl joining you in doubling over when she spotted him on his bike.
âwow, i didnât know he could look any more like a fucking idiot.â you said after catching your breath, the remnants of a grin still left on your face. âreally outdid himself this time. i cannot believe you dated him.â sarah shoved you hard, sending you stumbling as you tried your hardest to hold back another fit of laughter. a deep red flush was traveling up her face, a ghost of a smile creeping it way onto her lips.
âwhy are we talking about my ex?â sarah rolled her eyes playfully. her arm raised to point out another person in the crowd. âyours is right there.â
freezing in place at her words, the mention of your ex-boyfriend sent a shiver down your spine. you slowly turned in the direction of where her finger raised attention to, heart stopping at the sight of a broad figure dressed in all black. you knew it all too well.
âyeahâŚher brother has gotta be way worse than topper.â kiara adds. you glare at her and she raises her hands in surrender. âsorry! but it's trueâŚhe literally tried to kill herâmultiple times. and you. and pope. and literally did murder someone before covering it upââ
âyes, kiara, i know.â you cut her off abruptly. âi am fully aware that my ex is a murderous, abusive psycho with severe family issues. thank you for reminding all of us.â you knew she didnât mean any harm, but it was hard to not snap at the mention of him.
youâd spent so long thinking about what happened the last time you two spoke.Â
your boyfriendâex-boyfriend, knew the real reason you were missing for all that time. he would never let you live down the betrayal of pushing him off that boat to save your friends, or ignoring him for months so that you wouldnât have to face the things you did to him. there was no reason to feel bad; the man showed his true colors and he got what he deserved. but even after what you did to him in barbados, he didnât rat you out. he vouched for you, though you wish he never had. your time hadnât come yet, but you were all too aware that it would be on its way.
rafe cameron did no favorsânot without getting one in return.
the two of you never officially broke up, not because you didnât want to, but because you were too afraid to face him after what you did. at the same time, he knew where to find you. if he wanted to see you, to talk to you, he would. you were pretty sure that he moved on to another girl in your absence, the man and his business no longer your concern.
âuh ohâŚâ kiara whispered to you as your only warning before another voice made its presence. her gaze flickered between you and whoever was standing behind you, her wide and worried eyes only serving as confirmation to their identity.
when she saw you were making no moves to face the looming body just inches away from you, she opened her mouth to speak. she didnât even get a breath out before his voice filled you, the sound sending vibrations through your bones and fear coursing through your veins.
âbeen a while, huh?â
swallowing, you accept your fate. avoiding him forever was impossibleâyou'd have to deal with him eventually.
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