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I'd like to thank everyone who had recommended fics in regard to this post! And pay it forward by sharing them as well.
(Disclaimer: I will point out my personal favorites with the đ§Ą-emoji, because of previous backlash I have to be careful with fanfic-recommendations but I personally don't mind characters being OOC if it isn't canon-compliant. I read fics for joy and the story that the author wants to tell, so.. read the tags carefully to see if the story potentially resonates for you.)
These are the ones recommended:
𧥠- "O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou an idiot?" by Skyheaven recommended by @pattie1k
Yet to read - "Hands Full" by FlairForTheVeil
"The Great Debate" by myfreudianslip
𧥠- "Idioms and Idiots" by Cyberflamingo
Recommended by @zykamiliah , Nonee-
(I'm not even going to censor that last part *pouts* Ugh... only I know what you mean anyway đđ I hope..) and @smelllikeme (ah):
𧥠- "Denial is bliss" by Skyheaven
Yet to read - "You got me trippin', stumblin'" by Sanguinedawns
"OMG (they keep on asking me "who is he") by evaofkonoha
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"Beating heart, swollen lips" by waywardfacegarden
"Nadie Sabe/Nobody knows" by Hyakka recommended by @fafaspace
Yet to read Part 2 - "'have your cake and eat it too'" by keskasi, wingchestr recommended by @vanilacatchocalatecat
Does anyone have good SNS school/hs/college/academy!AU fic-recommendations? âșïž I'm tired of studying lol, would love to read something like this and also would love to get inspired to draw them in uniforms (anon's open~)
#Naruto fanfic recs#fanfic recs#pattie1k#zykamiliah#smelllikeme#fafaspace#vanilacatchocolatecat#thankyousomuch for recommending these#I had a blast reading đ„čđ„čđ#and thank the authors for blessing us#We're truly are a blessed fandom let's be honest#and oh idioms and idiots seems to be a fandom fav huh!
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Corporal K. Reitveld and Nurse Ghafa, 1917
Inspired by the beautiful fic save the undone years by Whitherward @whatanybodygets
"Â ... she only sits beside him on the wall, and looks out at the scrubby grass, and the birds, and the grey clouds, while he smokes his fill. And then she helps him get upright, and hands him his crutches, and walks beside him in watchful silence as he limps his way painfully back to the ward."
Saw this pic of nurse and soldier actually months ago in May and decided to draw it after beautiful chapter 2. Let's ignore that Kaz is supposed to be in pajamas. He looks great in uniform.
Bonus: process
#kaz brekker#inej ghafa#kanej#kaz brekker x inej ghafa#fanart for fanfiction#author: whitherward#fic: save the undone years#saw this pic of nurse and soldier and i was obsessed#took a month#was bit slow#Thank you whitherward for blessing us with your amazing words that inspire me to draw#lol ill never stop drawing for you#six of crows#soc#grishaverse#freddy carter#amita suman
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People in this fandom will really look at The Fool, Patience, Lacey, Carson, Sedric, Hest, Davvie, Lecter, Kennit, Ash/Spark, and yes, even Fitz himself, and still have the gall to call it queer bait.
These characters are explicitly queer, their actions impact the narrative, they are well written, and their identities are treated with respect. That is the best possible queer representation you could ask for in any story.
I've seen people on tumblr basing the likelihood of if they read this series on whether or not it's "actually gay" and I'm here to tell you that it is. There are queer characters. There are queer protagonists. And no matter what you see people in the fandom say, Robin Hobb wrote some amazing queer representation in a genre that rarely sees it at all.
TLDR;
Queer bait = disrespectful marketing ploy that exploits queer audiences
Queer bait â "my two favorite characters never have sex"
#Fitzchivalry ''i wondered if I lied so that I need not be ashamed of myself'' farseer thank you everyone#quite frankly the disrespect to Robin Hobb in this fandom is in EXTREMELY poor taste#the interview from 2008 before half the series was written where she explains why Fitz would not suddenly be head over heels for a person h#perceives as a man because all of his life he has only had heterosexual experiences apparently means that no queer characters exist#whatsoever in the whole series and Robin Hobb is an irredeemable backwards old lady who can't get with the times. right.#Fitzchivalry ''what were we? Beloved'' farseer#this is actually not supposed to be a debate over whether Fitz is canonically queer or not. he is. ope.#also...I do read Kennit as queer. just cause he is traumatized and his queerness comes out in predatory ways doesn't mean he's not queer.#that's called writing a compelling villain baybee#Hest!?!? thank you Robin Hobb for the evil gays god bless <3#modern reader: the author didn't describe these characters dicks touching in detail therefore she is homophobic#rote#realm of the elderlings#fitzchivalry farseer#the fool#I really had to get this out of my system guys. thanks <3#as if Robin Hobb didn't give us the FOOL. nonbinary/gender fluid character OF ALL TIME.
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the fool đ€ jin guangyao being easily the most dynamic and compelling characters in their respective canons, likely for reasons that were substantially if not entirely unintentional on the part of their respective authors
#this thought brought to u by a conversation i had earlier today with confusion-and-more about all the different reasons jgy compels us#and remembering exactly how i felt when i first developed beloved brainrot back in the late 90s/early 00s#did robin hobb intend to write such an iconic queer deuteragonist when she first wrote assassin's apprentice?#just based on the panels i've attended while listening to her talk (and she is a very thoughtful and engaging speaker)#i truthfully don't think so since iirc she didn't intend for the fool to become as integral to the six duchies novels as he became#now try to imagine the six duchies books without him as the fulcrum that balances the weight of the whole narrative#now try to imagine mdzs without jin guangyao and his capacity for tremendous visionary change and also his darkness#also quick note don't read this post and think i'm trying to assert that they're similar characters because i am not#beyond the fact that i do not think that what makes them both so compelling to me#is what either author had in mind (at least consciously) while writing them#that said i'm so glad that they did. bless u robin bless u mxtx#thank you for the gift of the fool and jin guangyao#i don't think i'll ever get over the terminal case of brainrot i have about both of them and i'm fine with that#the fool#jin guangyao#he did crimes??? good for him đ
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Put Casey In The Bingo, Boss. (Bet you thought I'd say Veto. Actually, now I want to say Veto. Put Veto In The Bingo, Boss.)
put them BOTH in the bingo
#Casey#veto#asks#ask meme#variance#they could have been such a great character if they had been handled differently says the author#they are still a great character but the point stands#you have blessed us with asks thank you for this
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Hello yes my relationship started by leaving 940+ comments on his fanfiction
Hey, today I learned that my catalogued lack of dating experience is cited in an academic paper
#whatever we're doing its much weirder than the things academics are looking into; bless them#his mother figured out we were definitely in Some kind of relationship before either of us did#we had a whole what are we conversation#i love him to pieces#he's absolutely my best friend as well as my partner#but before he was either of those things he was the writer of a fic i adored who Responded To My Comments#he answered questions I asked and continued jokes i made and we had whole threads of my analyzing a few lines and him Enjoying That#it started with a niche fanfiction and direct permission from an author i admired to babble freely#idk how that would be categorized academically but thank you naomi novik for my partner i love him awfully#beauwu babbling
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đŠđđŠđ đČ đ©đđ©đ - đ„đ§. đ (& đšđ©. đđ)
summary: you and lando are blessed with a beautiful baby boy. content warning: fluff, humor, slightly suggestive at times, and mainly crack/shitpost energy. reader owns & works in her bakery in monaco. images used are not mine. pairing: lando norris x fem!black!reader (& platonic oscar pastry) genre: smau & written fic combination (it's a longgg one)
author's notes: y'all i'm warning you i took it too far this time. it's long aslllll. but it might be the best thing i've ever offered to f1 tumblr in my entire career.
grab a snack, drink, and tuck yourself into a comfortable position xxx
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imessage âą preseason 2023
Thatâs how you find yourself outside of the MTC in the mid-morning two days later. Youâre mildlyâŠexhausted, after commandeering the kitchen in Landoâs Silverstone flat to make a sickening amount of banana bread to feed all of McLaren. After tipping your Uber to the MTC double what the ride costs (for allowing you to stuff his car with a hundred pounds of your decadent treat and helping you unload them into the lobby), youâre greeted with warm welcomes and hungry eyes from the staff. Eager to eat, theyâre quick to find you a couple of carts to help you move all the banana bread to the communal area. Youâre walking backward to make sure none of your sliced loaves fall, smiling with all the workers as they follow you through the building. Setting up shop, you hand out your sliced banana bread, chatting and catching up with everyone as they sing praises over your sweet treat. Word travels around the MTC quickly when it comes to you bringing baked goods and it comes as no surprise to you when you see a perplexed and overwhelmed Oscar Piastri join the line. Youâre bursting with excitement and anticipation by the time heâs picking up his slice.
âThank you for the banana bread,â Oscar expresses softly, his smile boxy.
âOh, of course,â you dismiss his gratitude lightly, struggling to keep your cuteness aggression at bay, âIâve been doing this for the factory since Lando joinedâand I figured it would be a good welcoming gift for you!â
âWaitâare you Landoâs girlfriend?â Oscar chokes on his bite of bread.
You rush forward to pat his back, ordering for someone to get him a glass of water; you would hate to be responsible for the death of Mclarenâs rookie driver. When his airways are cleared, you exchange proper greetings and you are quick to make sure Lando has been treating him well.Â
âHonestly, I shouldâve known it was youâ Oscar chuckles, âLando cannot stop talking about you. Zak had to establish a rule that only allowed him to mention you two times an hour.â
âThat must have been rough for him,â you snort dryly, âthe rule was five times an hour last year. Anyways, Oscarâwho do you main on Mario Kart? This could make or break our friendship.â
You find yourself enamored with Oscar as the conversation goes on. He stands and keeps you company as you continue to hand out banana bread. Itâs mostly you doing the talking; Oscarâs quiet, a man of few words but he listens well. He has a sarcastic sense of humor that is similar to Landoâs yet completely different: Landoâs jokes are loud, Oscarâs are hushed. Heâs humble, shy even, flustering when you lightly tease him. Youâre well past having Oscar as your friendâyouâre convinced that heâs achieved little brother or son status.
âBanana Bread!â Zak shouts as he walks up to the two of you, Lando at his side, âPlease tell me this is your homemade version?â
âI would never settle for store-bought banana bread,â you gasp dramatically, âItâs homemade as always, Zak. This time I did my grandmotherâs recipe instead of my own.â
The CEO practically jumps with glee and rushes to grab a couple of slicesâheâs only had this version of the dessert once, and swore it changed his life. Lando walks to you, pressing a kiss to your temple before nodding at Oscar.
âWhat do you think, love, âLando hums to you softly, âDid he pass the test?â
You blink up at him and whisper, âI invited him over for dinner tonightâdo you think we can use one of the printers here to print out adoption forms?â
bahrain âą 2023
After qualifying, it felt like you and Zak were the only people in the garage who remained optimistic for race day. Lando was less than pleased with placing 11th; he parroted words of positivity and hope for improvement but in the privacy of your hotel room he crumbled. He buried his face in your neck muffling just how low his expectations for this season are. You tried to convince him it was too early in the seasonâthe first race weekendâto make that decision but, he was too in his feelings to see reason.Â
Oscar was disappointed in himself for placing 18th. When he took off his helmet after returning to the garage, you could see the doubt in his skills lingering through his eyes. You pulled him to sit with you as you continued to wait for the second session to begin and gently reassured him that this wasnât an accurate representation of his skills; Formula One is a massive change from Formula Two. Oscar nodded at your reassurance but you could tell he was still freshly in shock at his âterribleâ performance so your logical advice wasnât believed.Â
On race day, however, you found your positivity dip as well. Oscar DNFâd on lap 13 and rage filled the spot that optimism used to inhabit. The Australian was handling his retirement better than you were; he brushed off everybodyâs apologies and went straight to reviewing his data and watching Landoâs raceâyou, however, wanted to snap at any of his mechanics that walked by. It wasnât like Landoâs race was any better if you could call what he was doing a race. Slow pit stops, six pit stops at that, the fast lap gamble failure, finishing last, and being two laps down from the race leaderâŠZak took one glance at you and quickly made himself scarce.
You rode back with both of the boys to the hotel and nearly cried for them with how down the mood was. On the walk to your rooms, Oscar attempted to exchange goodbyes with you and Lando before you cut him off.
âUh-uh, nope,â you shook your head, âI pre-ordered dinner for us. Come eat?â
Oscar stuttered, âO-oh? I donât want to intrudeââ
âOscar Jack Piastri,â both he and Lando winced at the sound of his full name, âIâm not going to let either one of you go to bed on an empty stomach. Youâre going to eat dinner with me and Lan and youâre going to drink several glasses of water so I can make sure youâre properly rehydrated. Understood?â
âI would love to have dinner with you guys,â Oscar blinked at you in fear, âAlso, how do you know my middle name?â
You laughed as you unlocked the door, holding it open for both of the boys as you walked in, âI had a wonderful conversation with your mother, of course.â
âWhen did you meet my mom?!â
australia âą 2023
You were on the edge of losing your voice as you screamed and cheered with Nicole Piastri and Adam Norris for both of the McLaren boys and their double points finishes. The two drivers finishing in the midfield felt like the team had figured something out for Oscarâs home race (if you ignored how almost half of the drivers retired their cars). The Piastriâs invited everyone to a local restaurant to celebrate Oscarâs first points in Formula One, but before you and Lando headed out, the two of you nearly lost your minds.
The two of you forced him to pose with his car and take several pictures with it, strongly suggesting that he smiles big and wide for the camera. Fernando and Lewis walked by and burst into laughter, claiming that you and Lando were treating Oscar like a child. So, obviously, the two of you committed to the bit. You guys cooed and called Oscarâs name, clapping and jumping to pretend like he was a toddler whose attention needed to be grabbed to have him look at the camera. The rookie cringed in embarrassment, cheeks burning red as he tried to convince you guys to stop making a fuss over him.
Lando gasped, sickened at Oscarâs words, âOscar! How could you say such a thing to your mother and me? We only want to celebrate our boy!â
You nodded furiously in agreement, nearly breaking character at the dumbfounded look that rose to the Australianâs face.
âWhat the fuck,â Oscar blurted out, yet he continued to smile for your camera.
âOh my god!â You said appalled, âLando did you teach our son that foul language?! I told you not to curse in front of the baby!â
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bakewithyn: happy birthday oscar đ„ł thereâs no birthday gift like scoring your FIRST EVER POINTS in f1 at your HOME race but !!! iâm super happyyy you enjoyed the đš cookies i made for you (lando helped ig đ) đ€đ€đ€
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đ yninstagram ps! these are limited edition cookies at my bakery for oscar piastri day!!! first come first serve until sell out! all proceeds go to the australian koala foundation as it was oscarâs personal request đ
â„ user charitable king shit fr đ
â„ user FUCK i wish i was rich enough to visit/live in monaco
â„ user don't worry, they're nearly sold out already and the bakery opened three hours ago !!!!
nicolepiastri these were so tasty! i wish i had your baking skills
â„ yninstagram tysm mama piastri !!! i'm blushing
â„ user mama piastri???? im crying
user the koala photo with the bow đ©
â„user what r u talking about?? i only see a picture of oscar with a bow?
â„ user fr i only see oscar đ”âđ«
user "lando helped ig" what did he do? look pretty the entire time you baked LMAO
â„ landonorris actually i was allowed to put the ingredients in the bowls AND preheat the oven too đ€
â„ landonorris and i always look pretty wtf
â„ user omg...yn gave him the toddler tasks đđđ
oscarpiastri the cookies were so good! they nearly tasted better than my first points felt
â„ yninstagram omg high praise from the man himself đ€Ż
â„ oscarpiastri had to fight my sisters to make sure they didn't only leave me with crumbs
â„ user oh i understand that eldest sibling battle
â„ user my little sisters bite i think they have rabies
â„ user oh what a shame. euthanasia is an option đ€
miami âą 2023
The energy after Miami was rightfully terrible. The car is shit; Lando lost a position from where he qualified to make him P17 and Oscar maintained his P19. Itâs hot, and humid, and everyone in the garage is miserable. McLaren is a family. When the boys donât do good, everybody understands and feels their pain. Nobody likes seeing the boys with frowns on their lips and sadness in their eyes, but itâs becoming a usual appearance during this season. So to turn those frowns upside down, you went on a hunt for some cold treats. You got Lando a frozen lemonade and Oscar an ice cream sandwichâitâs a safe choice, you hadnât necessarily thought about asking him what kind of ice cream he prefers.Â
You found Oscar staring at the wall, eyes focused forward but his mind somewhere else. You tapped him gently on the shoulder, offering him a small smile when he looked at you. He tried to offer you a smile of his own but couldnât manage to hold it for more than a couple seconds. You presented the ice cream sandwich to him and he looked at you in surprise, as if he couldnât believe you would give it to him.
âF-for,â his voice cracks awkwardly, âFor me?â
You hummed, ruffling his hair and taking a seat on the couch next to him, âNo, for the King of England. Yesâfor you Oscar.â
He thanked you shyly and quickly began to unwrap the packaging, munching away happily. You took a second to text Lando your location and inform him of the frozen lemonade waiting for him, and when you turned to look back at Oscarâthe kid was a mess. He wasnât even a quarter of the way through the dessert sandwich and youâre convinced he managed to spill more of it than he ingested. The ice cream was painted across the lower half of his face and dripping down his handsâyou caught a drop of it with a napkin before it fell and stained his shirt.
âJesus, Oscar!â you scolded him, âI look away for two seconds and you make a mess!â
Oscar shrugged at you, feigning innocence, but you saw the staple redness of embarrassment begin to tint his chubby cheeks. You snapped your fingers in remembrance before you moved to rifle through your purse, Oscar staring at you with wide eyes as he continued to snack away. You exclaimed in delight, showing off a pair of wet wipes you remembered to bring with you. Oscar accepted the offered wipes and you watched carefully to make sure he removed all the smudges of ice cream from his hands and face.
âHi, lovely girl,â Lando approached you, throwing himself onto the sofa next to you. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and temple before grabbing his now lemonade slushy and taking a look at Oscar.
âWoah, mate,â Lando teased, âDid you lose in a fight against the ice cream sandwich?â
Oscar rolled his eyes and ignored Lando as he finished cleaning up. Once he was done, you gathered all of the dirty wipes on the table to be thrown away. You and Lando both watched Oscar as he ate the rest of his snack in fear of another mess occurringâand, then you had a bright idea. Leaning forward, you took a dry napkin and tucked it into the collar of his McLaren polo, creating a makeshift bib.Â
âLando, remind me to get our son ice cream in a cup from now on!â
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landonorris: does it still count as a date night if your boy and his best friend are building legos in the next roomđ€š
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user "your boy" WTF DOES THAT MEAN âŒïžâŒïžâŒïž
user they're building legos before the race weekend starts đ€§
user has oscar been staying with lando since last week?
â„ user i thought he was just sleeping over for one night đ§
adamnorris does this make me a grandfather?
â„ user what the hell is happening
â„ landonorris um? surprise haha đ
bakewithyn it's a great date night! it's comforting knowing ozzy's in the next room over
â„ bakewithyn i have separation anxiety :)
â„ landonorris me too omg this was my best idea ever
â„ user this is like a reverse 13th reason- it's like my 1st reason i'm glad to be alive
â„ user ozzy đ«
landonorris logan and osc just went silent. chat, should i be worried?
â„ user i'll bet my life savings that one of them has a lego shoved up their nose đŹ
â„ user when kids go quiet it's never good !!!!
qatar âą 2023
You cried an embarrassing amount of times this weekend. Your son won his first sprint race in his Formula One career, and his fatherâyour boyfriendâwas up there on the podium with him to celebrate. It seems like you have to make another special dessert for your bakery to celebrate both of your boys, but you can worry about brainstorming ideas when you stop crying into Andrea Stellaâs shoulder in the middle of the pit lane. Youâre sure that your face will be posted all over Twitter in a couple of hours.
A part of you wished that Lando had won the sprint race, just as he probably wanted the same thing. But, as both of you made eye contact with each other over Oscarâs head, the Australian rambling endlessly as he hugged his trophy on your hotel room floor, both of you knew that there was no better outcome this weekend than Oscar getting a taste of victory. Landoâs win will come in due time. A P2, P3 finish on Sunday was just the proof everyone needed of McLarenâs improvement and the threat they may pose to Red Bull next year.Â
sĂŁo paulo âą 2023
You had the Grand Prix playing on your phone as you did some prep work for the bakery. The race ended and you couldnât help but feel happy, yet relieved for the race to be over for different reasons. Lando had a wonderful drive today, and Oscar had the opposite; you were just glad it wasnât a DNF for him.
You had only just begun wiping down the counters when the sound of the post-race show is interrupted by the ringtone you have set for Oscar. You paused quickly, scooping your phone up to answer.
âHi, Ozzy,â you cooed gently, âHow are you feeling? Sorry about your race buddy, that was unfortunate.â
âIt happens, I guess. I feel like shit, mostly. Like I let the team down.â
âNo way, Oscar! Youâre not letting anybody down. Your race result today wasnât the result of your skills, it was the result of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was a racing incident. If anybody tells you differently, let me know. Iâll rip their vocal cords out.â
Oscarâs laugh crackled through the receiver. âYes, mum. Iâll let you know. I really want some of your chocolate chip cookies, theyâre the perfect bad race remedy.â
âWell, Iâm flying out in a few hours to meet you guys in Brazil so I can celebrate Landoâsâsorry, excuse meâyour fatherâs birthday with him. I think there may be some time for me in my schedule to make some cookies with you.â
âReally? We should make some for Lando too! Wait, before you leave, I left his birthday giftââ
ââIn our apartment, I remember! I already packed it in my luggage, I wouldnât forget.â
âYouâre the best, seriously.â
âMhm, I know. Also, we should share some of these cookies with Charles too, his radio message made me cry.â
âOkay, he can have one cookie.â
âOscar Jack,â you said dryly.
âYes, sharing is caring or whatever. He can have like...two.â
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bakewithyn: happy birthday to lando norris. he's a pretty cool guy, a great dad, and the perfect boyfriend. love you lots, baby, and i'll love you forever xxx
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user wait is this a pregnancy announcement đš
user this is giving engagement reveal
charlesleclerc bro. if i didn't know you guys i would think your caption was serious đŁ
â„ bakewithyn get pranked LOL XD
â„ user oh i feel like i just got catfished
â„ user wait so lando didn't propose nor did he put a baby in her đ
â„ user I WANTED A BABY NORRIS
â„ user oscar exists? he's literally their child
oscarpiastri no fr i thought i was about to learn i had a sibling otw from this post
â„ bakewithyn ozzy we would've told you???
â„ landonorris you literally bought the card for me
â„ oscarpiastri a boy can hope for a younger sibling can he not :(
â„ bakewithyn so close đ no you can't! hope that helps xo
â„ landonorris sorry osc, it's your mum's decision đ€·ââïž
â„ user does this mean lando wants an actual kid
mclaren admin was terrified ngl đ
â„ mclaren i thought you really posted an engagement and pregnancy reveal without letting me know đ
â„ landonorris sorry admin, i'll keep you in the loop in the future
â„ user landoyn engagement soon??????
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twitter âą preseason 2024
miami âą 2024
Lando had you pinned to the wall in his driver's room, with his hands tangled in your curls and his mouth devouring yours. Your moans are muffled into his lips as you grind against his thigh. You tried to multitask, struggling to pull his driverâs suit down. Lando lifted you slightly, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist and neither of you cared to pull away at the sound of your foot hitting his P1 trophy and knocking it over. One of his hands fell from your hair to grasp at the smooth brown skin of your neck, his palm acting as a warm weighted choker on your throat and you broke away from the kiss to moan.Â
âFuck, Landoâget naked,â you whined desperately, âwe donât have much time for you to tease me right now!â
Lando laughed as he moved to press kisses along your jawline and behind your ear. You felt his lips part on your skin, his breath ghosting over you causing goosebumps to rise, but itâs not his voice you hear.
âLando, they need us for picturesâOH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK,â yelped Oscar, the sound of his hand smacking over his eyes reverberating around the room.
You shrieked in surprise, pushing your boyfriend away from you as you speedily readjusted your clothes. Lando positioned himself in front of you, his back facing you allowing you a little more privacy as he speedily fixed his suit around his waist.
âLearn how to knock, kid,â Lando huffed, no shame found in his words, âYou interrupted my winning celebration.â
You screamed in dismay, slapping the back of Landoâs head and Oscar began to stumble out of the room, bumping into the doorframe as he still covered his eyes.
âYeah, knock in the future, I understand,â Oscar sounds like heâs about to cry, âI feel like I just saw my mum and dad having sex!â
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bakewithyn: LOOK AT MY SON đ„șđ„ș PRIDE IS NOT THE WORD IM LOOKING FOR đŁïžđŁïžđđ (happy mother's day to all the beautiful mamas x)
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oscarpiastri did dad get you anything đ
â„ user đđđ
â„ landonorris well i would've if SOMEBODY told me we were celebrating this year đ€Źđ€Źđ€Źđ€Ź
â„ oscarpiastri i didn't know i *had* to tell you
â„ user wowwwww lando
â„ user shameful honestly đ
markwebber happy milf day
â„ markwebber *mother's day sorry typo
â„ bakewithyn what the fuck â ïžâ ïžâ ïž
â„ user that was not a typo mark
â„ user sir u are not slick LMAO
â„ bakewithyn i mean...oscar wouldn't mind a step dad, his fatther didn't get me anything today :(
â„ landonorris AYO BABY PLEASE đ§ââïž
oscarpiastri you know what would be an even better mother's day gift? getting a puppy đ€
â„ bakewithyn we are not getting a puppy ozzy.
â„ landonorris should've clued me in osc i might've convinced her for you
â„ oscarpiastri :[
monaco âą 2024
Youâre about to crash THE FUCK out. At first, it was a little half-joke. Oscarâs home race in Australia, his 1/16th home race in China, and his 3/16th home race in Italy. You originally thought his tweet about âsearching for his Monegasque rootsâ was cute, but you didnât expect Charles Marc Herve Perceval (Demon Spawn) Leclerc to step into your playing field.
Who the hell does he think he is? Offering to adopt your son? And, Oscar is going along with it? And, the Miami Grand Prix account making a âCertificate of Adoption?â You started to like Miami after Lando won there; and now theyâve betrayed you. Every fan jumped on the bandwagon, thinking that this was the most adorable thing to happen. Like Oscar hasnât been your child the minute he stepped foot into the MTC in Silverstone. Like he didnât give you a Motherâs Day present? The Monegasques have some nerve; you were close with Charles and Alex but, now theyâve encroached on your and Landoâs territory. Youâre committing several murders today.Â
You laughed hysterically when Oscar joined Lando and you for lunch, mentioning that Charles and Alex invited him to eat with the rest of the Leclercs at family dinner after qualifying. You agreed to let him but not without making sure Charles and Alex are qualified for the job. Lando also cornered you in the kitchen and persuaded you to allow Oscar to go; swaying you with the idea of a real date night. You never realized just how much time you guys spend with your son. Whenâs the last time you guys had a break from being âmum and dad?" It was an appealing offer, but you were serious about clarifying expectations to the thieving couple.
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chapter 2: the aftermath a bridgerton!au
pairing âžș duke!satoru gojo x fem!reader
summary âžș dearest gentle reader, a new season is upon us as the ton gets ready for a season filled with drama, heartbreak, and passion. after being crowned diamond of the season, heir to a dukedom mr. satoru gojoâžșonly looking to marry just to secure his inheritanceâžșhas his sights set on you, the easiest (and most obvious) option. later, when you catch his saying unsavory things about you on a terrace when he least suspected it, you swear to never marry gojo. as london's fashionable set goes through yet another wedding season, will there be hope for scandalous gossip, hate, and thinly veiled insults, or will we witness blooming love and passion?
warnings âžș nsfw, enemies to lovers, bridgerton au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, jealousy, misogyny, regency era au, gojo being infuriating, reader also being infuriating, both of them are clueless honestly
chapter summary âžș after an eventful first ball after your debut, you continue the season with thinly veiled vexation towards gojo. but fate is not on your side; you and gojo keep encountering each other, matching fire with fire (7.8k)
a/n some parts of this chapter broke my brain to write but i kind of had fun! as always thank you to @/sinn-claire for beta reading :p i was going to say i'll try to have weekly updates but i don't want to jinx it lol
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Dearest gentle reader,Â
It appears that Her Majesty has bestowed the coveted title of this seasonâs Diamond upon none other than Miss Itadori, who has indeed lived up to her newfound acclaim as the incomparable of the year. At the latest ball, our shining Diamond was quite occupied, with suitors lining up in such numbers that one might have thought them to be queuing for the royal throne itself. Furthermore, blooms were budding between many of the debutantes and gentlemen, includingâŠ..
...Yet, one particular couple captivated the attention of all: none other than Mister Satoru Gojo and our seasonâs Diamond. After having kept his words sparse and his attentions limited to none, Mister Gojo appeared utterly taken with Miss Itadori, conversing with her intimately on the dance floor. It seems your humble Author was indeed correctâžșMister Gojo has entered the marriage market. However, the exclusivity he has adopted may not deter the determined maidens he seeks to avoid, for the Ambitious Mamas will no doubt perceive his selectiveness as a challenge to be overcome.Â
One cannot help but wonder if an announcement of particular interest will be made at the upcoming Gojo country house party. Although your Author has not yet laid eyes upon the guest list for the Duchess Gojoâs anticipated gathering, reliable sources suggest that nearly every eligible young lady of marriageable age will be journeying to Kent next week. The country house party is known to be a perilous affair. Married individuals often find themselves enjoying the company of someone other than their spouse, while the unwed frequently return to town betrothed with surprising haste.
Indeed, the most unexpected engagements often follow closely on the heels of such rustic diversions.
âž» LADY WHISTLEDOWNâS SOCIETY PAPERS
Satoru had no intention of squandering his time this seasonâžșor at any time, for that matter.
The notion of love matches held little appeal to him, despite witnessing such a union firsthand in his own parents. Make no mistake, the Duke and Duchess Gojo enjoyed a happy marriage, and Satoru held both his father and mother in the highest regard. Yet, he was perfectly content on his own.
Being one of the strongest bachelorsâžșboth intellectually and physicallyâžșhas been Satoruâs destiny. Ever since his ancestors had been blessed by the royal family with the dukedom, the Gojo family had made its goal to be the most powerful nobility and the closest to the royal family. (Which is still maintained in the status quo, because the Queen dotes on Satoru, inviting him for tea every fortnight. The Queen lavished him with overly sweet biscuits, and in return, Satoru provided her with the latest gossip from court).Â
But this responsibility doesnât get fulfilled without independence; one had to accept the solitary truth that to be truly great was to remain unswayed by the fleeting pleasures of the worldâžșlove included.
Satoru had little time or interest for the other vices that tempted men of his station, such as lust. Contrary to the whispers circulating among the ton, Satoru had never indulged in the life of a rake or frequented brothels as many of his acquaintances did. Really, the allegations were, in truth, merely just a byproduct of his appearance and demeanor; with a young man with the stature, face, and eligibility of Satoru, the public would immediately like to slap on the label of ârakeâ due to his arrogant personality. Moreover, any encounters he had witnessed between men and womenâžșwhether dropping his friends off at brothels in his carriage after an evening at the gentlemanâs club or overhearing flirtations at partiesâžșstruck him as shallow and an utter waste of time, especially when he was already a week behind on the ledgers and other official matters his father had entrusted to him. (He did have one indulgence, however: a weakness for gluttony, with an array of sweet confections as his loyal companions during long, sleepless nights.)
Marriage was an even greater burden. The thought of being accountable for a wife, and eventually children, seemed like a daunting task to Satoru. With sleepless nights spent on covering just a fraction of the business his father must do as a duke, Satoru was tired. He was exhaustedâžșexhausted from the weight of responsibility, from striving to meet his fatherâs expectations, from seeking the Queenâs approval, from worrying over what Whistledown might print about him, and from the gossip of the businessmen with whom the Gojo family dealt.Â
And yet, despite this weariness, Satoru was gripped by an insatiable obsession with perfection, an obsession that only deepened his fatigue. He craved approval, power, and the flawless execution of his dutiesâžșdesires that gnawed at him even as they threatened to consume him.
Which is exactly why he needed a perfect wife. A wife that was capable, could handle bothersome peopleâžșwhich he was steadily losing the patience to deal withâžșand a reliable companion. Someone that would reduce his stress, not add to it.Â
Satoru had spent all day lurking in the shadows as best as he could; being the most eligible bachelor did mean that brothers and sisters were coming up to him, singing praises of their debutante in an effort to capture his interest. But Satoru knew all too well that the loudest families often had the most to compensate for.
As ladies in white paraded before the crowd, many buckling under the weight of judgment and attention, Satoru prowled like a jungle cat, staying hidden in the throng, biding his time, and waiting for the right moment to strike.
What he noticed first about you was your way of carrying yourself. Even Auntieâžșthe Queenâžșwho, after seeing countless of girls today, had been incredibly bored, dragged her eyes over you in slightly more interest than she did for others. The moment you stepped through those grand doors into the court, it was evident to everyone that your stride was that of someone who understood her role and position in lifeâžșa confidence that set you apart from the other debutantes. Satoruâs eyes raked over you, observing you as your chest rose slightly as you took a breath in.Â
And then you smiled.
Satoru's eyes widened, just imperceptibly, as he watched your expression as you made your way to the Queen. He made sure to shake his expression off to a more nonchalant one as he watched your form walk. Lesser men than Satoru would die for your smile. Men, out of all traits a woman could possess, cherished a pretty visage the most. Yet, what your smile conveyed went beyond mere beauty; it embodied innocence and the qualities most esteemed in a demure bride (which Satoru knew was just all a show, but it was indeed indicative of your skill to put up appearances, hence deeming you a reliable companion).
The corner of the young man's mouth rose. When the Queen declared you the diamond of the season, Satoru knew he had found his quarry.
When the ball came, Satoru acted similarly: observing from behind, staying in conversation with his friends and other noble men that did business with the Gojo family as he prowled the ballroom, waiting for the right moment to ask you for your hand. And then Naoya came in when you were finally alone, away from all the incompetent men that dared to think they had a chance to court you, and Satoru almost laughed snarkily at how easy it all was.Â
Approaching you, saving you from Naoyaâžșit was all a perfect construction of his. Dancing, he noticed your steps were carried out with a practiced perfection and grace, and your responses to his questions displayed a respectable level of intellect. He could tell your responses were practiced and simple, your constitution and demeanor a result of much effort into presenting yourself as best as you could. But what does it matter, when you do it so perfectly?
Maybe it was a bit naive of him, but you seemed to glow when conversing with him. It amused him, as he kept watching your pretty eyes as you kept smiling while he kept throwing difficult questions at you. It was all expected, however. Satoru knew he was blessed with the brilliant blue Gojo eyes and eccentric fair, white hair; he was the most eligible bachelor for not only wealth and power but reproductive capabilities and opportunities as well. Which lady wouldnât want to be mother to his cute and beautiful blue-eyed babies?
After witnessing such mediocre men who paled in comparison to Satoru, surely you must be smitten. Gojo could see right through you: you, the diamond, have been looking for a man as meritorious as you, and you had found it in Satoru.Â
So why were you acting this way?
When you wake up in the morning and get ready for suitors, it is as you expected; there are multiple carriages outside your doorstep, and there is a line from the drawing room, extending all the way down the stairs. When Choso stumbles into the drawing room, where you and your mother are enjoying tea, he is clearly unhappy at the selection of men waiting to be let in to call upon you.Â
âThis is absurd!â Chosoâs hands raked over his hair in an effort to process the scene he had just witnessed. âWhy do I see Naoya waiting outside?â
Your nose crinkled in distaste. âWell, dear brother, I certainly cannot control which suitors call upon me. He mustâve enjoyed our conversation yesterday. The enjoyment, however, is one sided.â
Chosoâs eyes widened comically. âYou had a conversation with him yesterday?â He then turned to your mother accusingly, who was reading a Whistledown while sipping on her tea innocuously. âThis would not have happened if I was there, Mother. This is your fault.â
Your mother continued drinking her tea nonchalantly, waiting for a few beats to grace him with a response. âI prefer this, my son, to no visitors out there because our dear Lord Itadori scared all the bachelors away with his pickiness.â Then, her eyes flashed. âAnd donât give me that tone.â
You snickered behind your palm as Choso visibly deflated.
 âKuna! Get back here!â
Pitter patters of small paws started to get closer and closer, as heavy footsteps followed it. Yuji and the family corgi, Sukuna Jr., burst into the room. Eyeing the biscuit in your hand, Kuna made his way directly to you, panting at your feet. A pet given affectionately by your-not-so-affectionate older brother, Sukuna, when he left for his year long trip around Europe, Kuna was the cutest little puppy. You and Yuji loved to spoil him, clearly shown as Yuji patted him while breathing heavily. You cooed as Kuna licked your fingers while inhaling the biscuit you had presented him.Â
âWell,â your mother stood up, having finished her tea, and began ushering in the maids to clear the table. âIt seems our morning will be quite busy. Youâd best be prepared for a long day, my dear.â
Choso was still grumbling as he took a seat across from you, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the long line of suitors outside. âIâm keeping an eye on that Naoya fellow. If he so much as looks at you the wrong wayâŠâ
You raised an eyebrow at your brotherâs protectiveness, feeling both amused and touched. âChoso, I appreciate your concern, but I can handle myself. Besides, with Kuna here, I doubt any of these gentlemen will get too close without proper approval.â
As if understanding the conversation, Sukuna Jr. barked enthusiastically, his tail wagging as he looked up at you with bright, expectant eyes. You smiled and scratched behind his ears, watching as his tiny body wriggled with joy.
Yuji, still catching his breath from the chase, flopped onto the chair beside you, shooting a grin at Choso. âCome on, big brother, give her a break. Itâs not every day our sister gets declared the diamond of the season. Let her enjoy it.â
Choso crossed his arms, still unconvinced. âIâm just saying, if any of these men donât meet my standardsâžșâ
âYour standards?â you interrupted with a teasing lilt. âChoso, Iâd never find a husband if I had to meet your impossible standards. Besides, you should be more concerned about finding someone yourself.â
Chosoâs cheeks tinted with a slight blush, but make no mistake; he was hot with anger, ready to make a snarky retort. Your mother, who had been overseeing the maids, turned her attention back to the conversation with a soft smile.
âYour sister is right, Choso. Itâs her time to shine, and as her family, we should support her, not make things more difficult.â She gave him a pointed look before turning to you with a gentler expression, and he backed down as he always does for your mother. âNow, my dear, are you ready to begin receiving your guests?â
You took a deep breath, nodding as you steeled yourself for the hours of polite conversation and careful navigation of the social battlefield ahead. âAs ready as Iâll ever be.â
âGood,â your mother said, her voice laced with both pride and encouragement. âRemember, you are the diamond of the season. There isnât a man out there who wouldnât be lucky to have you.â
You offered a weak smile. âLetâs get this over with.â
As you walked toward the sofa where you would be talking with suitors, Kuna trotted alongside you, his presence a comforting reminder.With Yuji and Choso trailing behind, and your mother leading the way to open the door, you braced yourself for the onslaught of admirers waiting beyond the door.
But as you straighten your posture, in anticipation to greet the first suitor, you couldn't help but glance down at Kuna, who stared up at you with wide, curious eyes. You chuckled softly.
âWell, Kuna,â you whispered, âletâs see who passes your test today.â
Gojoâs gaze wandered down to Sukuna Jr. in your lap as you stroked his fur, and he gave you a saccharineâžșyet strainedâžșsmile. âMust this dog bear witness to our conversation?Â
As if sensing Gojoâs unfriendliness, Kuna started growling, and you could feel the rumble deep in his stomach. You met Gojoâs sweet smile with one of your own. âYes.â
Gojo blinked, and the smile on his face faltered. You noticed that this was one of the first time Gojoâs ever expressed an emotion outside of smugness, and you count this as your personal win.
âWell,â he hesitated, and then a smile was on his face as if that stumble didnât happen. âYou look wonderful this morning, Miss Itadori.â
Your eyes flashed at his audacity to talk behind your back and try to fool you with flattery. âOn the contrary, I think I look rather simple.â
Gojo, none the wiser as to what you were referring to, waved his hands. âNonsense.â
Before you could respond, Kuna let out a low, rumbling growl, his sharp eyes fixed on Gojo. The sound was subtle, but in the quiet of the morning, it was unmistakable. Gojoâs gaze flickered down to the small dog, and his smile tightened ever so slightly.
You gently scratched behind Kunaâs ears, calming him, though his gaze never left Gojo. âI apologize on behalf of my dear Kuna,â you said, your voice light but nonetheless pointed. âHe tends to be wary of many, particularly those he believes to be with ulterior motives.â
Gojo nodded, unfazed, and looked down at the dog in question. Upon eye contact, all your efforts to calm Kuna went to naught as the dog stood up, tense and teeth almost bared fully, to stare back at Gojo defiantly. Gojo, to his credit, was starting to be a little wary and was giving the pup an impassive stare.Â
âYou know, I have an affinity for dogs. There are many pups that I have spent my entire childhood with.â He offered a chuckle and moved his hand to pet Kuna. âDogs do have a way of sensing things, donât they?â That was clearly the wrong decision because the dogâs growl grew louder, and suddenly, he snapped at Gojoâs hand. Before Kuna could sink his teeth into Gojoâs hand, however, Gojo smoothly withdrew it out of his reach.Â
âProtective, isnât he?â Gojo laughed, but his stare towards Kuna was veering more and more into a glare. He tried to disguise his irritation by suavely adding, âAdmirable. Iâm glad he has protected my lady so well.â Gojo then grabbed your hand to give you a small kiss on the back of it while keeping eye contact. You had to divert your eyes elsewhere to avoid coloring your cheeks; while you knew this was just another one of Gojoâs pretenses to charm you, you were still fazed by it.Â
You cleared your throat and tried to uphold the conversation. After all, it would be outright rude to keep throwing thinly veiled insults his way when there were others in your company; he also had the potential to spread further malicious rumors about you if you showed attitude. You mustered up a fake smile, and offered, âHe was a gift to me and Yuji offered by my older brother, Sukuna, when he went traveling,â you offered.Â
âIs that the brother you hoped to follow to Europe?â
You blinked and faltered. You didnât expect him to remember that tidbit from your conversation at the ball last night. While most of the preferences you had asserted were artificialâžșsupplemented to you by your tutor, who had drilled what fake preferences of yours would woo menâžșyou truly did gain enthusiasm for the languages because you hoped to prove your helpfulness to Sukuna in an effort to run away from your inevitable debut. At the time, you were rebelling against anything your mama said, avoiding anything associated with being paraded around like an animal, put on display for men. âYes,â you said slowly, âYes, it is.âÂ
Gojo smiled, this time a little more genuine at the fact it was his first time receiving an authentic response from you this morning, rather than something covered with a fake smile. Just as he leaned in slightly, probably preparing to make another smooth remark, Kuna, who had been shifting in your lap, suddenly stilled, his face buried in your lap and tail facing Gojo. For a moment, you thought he might be settling down.
And then it happened.
The largest fart ripped through the room out of Kunaâs arse, which was pointed directly in Gojoâs face. While you were not a scholar studying physics, you were aware that the air dynamics did not do Gojo any favors in preventing the smell from hitting him direct-on. Gojoâs eyes widened in surprise, and his suave expression faltered entirely as the smell quickly followed, filling the air around you both.
You could feel the heat rushing to your face in your effort not to laugh out loud. Trying to keep your composure, you gently patted Kunaâs belly, who was now face up, tongue lolling out in bliss. âOh, dear,â you muttered, your voice strained with the effort to suppress a laugh.
Gojo, for once, was at a loss for words. His eyes were tearing up, probably at the smell; whenever you and Yuji spoiled Kuna with those biscuits, he dropped nasty-smelling dungs, and you knew Gojo wasnât spared at all. The arrogant bachelor, who always seemed to have a witty response ready, was now at a loss of words as he weakly gazed upon the weak little poot! poot!s that escaped Kuna as you continued patting his stomach in an effort to relieve your pupâs digestive system.
At Gojoâs expression, you had to take quiet, deep breaths in an effort to rein in the cackles that were threatening to overcome you. You resorted to covering your mouth as you strained, âAs you can see, my Kuna is quite expressive, and he seemed quite eager to show you that.â
He offered you a strained smile. âHe does indeed generate quite a bit of wind.â At that, you could no longer hold back. Genuine laughter wracked through your figure, hurting your ribs as you tried to quell it with a hand to the mouth, but no avail. Your muffled laughter was still loud, and when the giggles subsided, you wiped your tears and threw an apologetic look at Gojo, preparing to express your regret.Â
But you stopped at the sheer wonder he contained in his face as his gaze fixated on your lips, which were drawn back in the ghost of the smile you had while laughing riotously. Without allowing you much time to dwell on it, he stood up and dipped his head in a little bow. âWell, I have been taking quite a bit of your time, Miss Itadori. I better let other suitors have their chance.â He kissed the back of your hand. âI hope to see you at the horse race tomorrow.â
âLikewise.â You couldnât help but spy some red coloring Gojoâs alabaster cheeks as he made his way to the exit. As you greeted the next suitor, the imprint of a certain manâs lips continued to tingle on your hands.Â
âI told you he was a rake,â Nobara muttered as she scrubbed your arm with an intensity that matched her outrage. After hearing what Gojo had said about you, she was livid. Unfortunately, your skin was bearing the brunt of her frustration.
âWell,â you mused, trying to distract her, âwhat rumors have you heard that make you think that?â
âMomo told me a few months agoâžșâ Nobara paused, her hands hovering over the various bottles on the counter. âWhich scent would you prefer for your hair?â
âSandalwood,â you replied.
Nobara nodded and poured some of the rich liquid into her hands before massaging it into your scalp. You closed your eyes, feeling the tension from the day's exhausting and dull conversations slowly melt away under her skillful fingers. âMomo mentioned that heâs often out late at night, which seems suspicious. But now that I think about it, Momo isnât the most reliable source,â Nobara added, her tone shifting to one of skepticism.
You quirked an eyebrow. âWhy do you say that?â
âThereâs talk that she attempted to lure another maidâs husband into an affair,â Nobara replied, her hands now working the shampoo through your hair with a practiced ease. âShe even tried to gain access to his quarters.â
You gasped. âHow scandalous!â
âI know,â Nobara said, her hands now massaging the back of your neck with a gentler touch. âSo, who knows how much truth there is to her gossip. But still, Gojoâs behavior is less than honorable, donât you think?â
You sighed, gazing up at the ceiling with a mix of frustration and resignation. âHe was gossiping about me with other men, calling me all sorts of horrible thingsâžșâsimple,â of all things. And yet, he has the audacity to want to call upon me?â
âYou know,â Nobara mused as she continued her task, âHe sounds the exact opposite of what some of your books would imply.â
You hummed in agreement, recalling the radical works you kept hidden beneath your bed. Your mother would be appalled if she ever discovered them, but you often sought solace in political writings that challenged the rigid expectations of society. âI know. And that is precisely why I have no intention of encouraging his attention this seasonâat least, not before I ensure his complete and utter humiliation.â
âBut do take care. His connections to the Queen are quite strong.â
You drew back from Nobara's hands, much to her chagrin. She gave you a glare while you exclaimed, "What?"
âSurely youâre aware that the Gojo dukedom is among the closest to the royal family?â
You fervently hoped your mother hadnât caught wind of Gojo's status. Yet, the way she had been observing youâžșsubtly scrutinizing you in the drawing room while feigning interest in a suitor awaiting his turnâžșsuggested otherwise. She had certainly noticed Gojo's growing interest, and the thought of her getting involved, fixating on a match with him, filled you with dread. Drawing your hands over your face, you moaned, the very notion of her scheming to pair you with Gojo weighing heavily on your mind.
âBut that should hardly be a concern if youâve begun to distance yourself from him, correct? You have been creating some distance, havenât you?â
Your silence spoke volumes, and Nobara, ever quick to discern your hesitation, gasped in exasperation. âYou cannot seriously be considering giving this gentleman any encouragement, can you?â
"No, no, itâs not that,â you replied, massaging your temples in frustration. âItâs just that my mother is probably ecstatic at the prospect of securing a match between me and Gojo.â
âBut surely, if she knew the things heâs been saying behind your back, she would understand.â
You tried to open your mouth to respond, but it felt as if your throat had closed up. Would she really? A match with Gojo would mean elevated status for the Itadori familyâžșa duchess for a daughter. What worth is there in being the diamond of the season if not to secure the most advantageous match? The very thought made your chest tighten with the suffocating realization that your mother might very well advocate for the union, despite Gojoâs duplicity.
âIâžșâ you swallowed. âIâm not sure.â Before Nobara could interrupt, you stood up and reached for your robe.Â
Nobara's brow furrowed as she watched you stand up. "Where do you think you're going? Youâre not done with your bath, and your hair is still full of suds!" She reached out to stop you, her hands hovering as though unsure whether to pull you back into the tub or grab the robe you were now clutching.
You forced a small, tired smile, grateful for the distraction. âI need just a moment. The water's gone cold, anyway.â
âOh, nonsense! Youâll catch a chill if you get out now. Sit back down,â Nobara insisted, her protest tinged with genuine concern. She placed a firm hand on your shoulder, guiding you back toward the warm water.
With a reluctant sigh, you allowed yourself to be coaxed back into the tub. The momentary reprieve from the conversation was a relief, and you welcomed Nobaraâs determined focus on completing your bath. She picked up a sponge, her earlier frustration melting into concentration as she scrubbed your back.
âWell, we can discuss that scheming rake later,â she muttered, more to herself than to you. âFor now, letâs get you properly cleaned up before your mother comes looking for you. Sheâd never forgive me if I let you appear anything less than perfect.â
You nodded with a lump in your throat, grateful for the change in topic, even if only temporary. The soothing rhythm of Nobara's hands working through your hair, the warmth of the bathwater, and the familiar, comforting routine helped ease the tightness in your chest. For now, the troubling thoughts of Gojo and your mother's ambitions could be set aside.
âNow, hold still,â Nobara said, her tone softening as she rinsed the last of the soap from your hair. âWeâll have you looking radiant again in no time.â
The conversation was left unfinished, hanging in the air like a question that neither of you was quite ready to answer. But for now, the silence was a welcome refuge.
"Do you have any notion of how impossible it is to charm a lady when there is a pup expelling such foul air right beneath your nose?" Satoru lamented, leaning back in his chair and raking a hand through his tousled hair. The trio gathered at the table presented a rather unusual sight: Satoru, visibly discomposed; Nanami, calmly sipping his drink as ever; and Suguru, nearly doubled over in laughter at his friendâs misfortune.
âWould you pleaseâžșSMACKâžșcease your laughing?!â Satoru glared at Suguru, who seemed to be of no hope, now with tears in his eyes as he clutched his stomach and the back of his head, which Satoru had just hit.Â
âTruly, your vanityâžșhaaahâžșyour vanity was in need of humbling,â Suguru managed between breaths, still snickering behind his palms.Â
Satoru glowered, crossing his arms and staring daggers into his drink, as if his gaze alone could break the fine glass. âMy pride had already suffered enough. She was positively frigid.â
Nanami hummed. âPerhaps sheâs merely discerned your true nature.â
âIt defies comprehension,â Gojo groaned, ignoring Kentoâs statement. âWhat kind of lady disparages her own beauty as âsimpleâ? I cannot fathom what has caused her such vexation. Only the night before, she was utterly taken with me!â
Suguruâžșwho had now calmed downâžșwas in the midst of wiping his tears when he suddenly stopped. âYou donât suppose it had anything to do with your careless words, do you?â
Kento eyed the pair in front of him with an accusatory side eye. âAnd what precisely did you say?â
 âSatoru, in his usual fashion, could not contain his tongue. Out on the terrace, with the garden as witness, he spoke rather unkindly, referring to the diamond as âsimple and dull.ââ
âNonsense,â Satoru waved his hands, dismissing the idea. âThe lady would never wander the gardens at such an hour in the night unchaperoned.â
âI suggest you reconsider.â Kento gave him a stern look and continued, âI happened upon her last night, emerging from the gardens, and she appeared rather disheveled.âÂ
This revelation gave Satoru pause, but if there was one thing certain about Satoru Gojo, it was this: his arrogance was such that he could scarcely fathom anyone, least of all a lady, finding his charm anything but irresistibleâžșeven if that very lady had overheard him uttering defamatory remarks about her. And this lady was one he could not let go of, unless he wanted to wave good-bye to his future.
âI am confident all will be well,â Gojo exhaled, his lips curving into a Cheshire smile. âEven if she did overhear, surely a few well-chosen sweet words will surely set matters right.â
(He was most grievously mistaken.)
âHow many of those biscuits do you suppose we could finish?â Yuji was eyeing the biscuits from his seat next to you in the pavilion where you and your family were sitting. Out promenading with the other families of the ton, it was a scenic and beautiful day for you to mingle with even more suitors. The joy!
âCertainly less than me,â you remarked, sipping on your tea smugly. By the irritated pout on his face, you knew you were successful at getting a rise out of your younger brother. Knowing your mother wasnât in sight, you quickly darted for the jam-filled biscuits, and your brother quickly followed in tow; soon, you were both stuffing your faces silly with the sugary treats.
âYou two are incorrigible,â Choso scrunched his nose from where he sat across from you, arms crossed. âThereâs no need to inhale those biscuits. What if someone sees?â
Yuji stuck out his tongueâžșnow adorned with biscuit crumbsâžșand continued gorging, while you snickered at your younger brotherâs pettiness.
âMiss Itadori.â
You began coughing wildly, caught off guard, and hastily straightened your posture to greet your guest. You turned to see Lord Ino, who offered you a slight nod before acknowledging your brothers. âLord Itadori. Mister Itadori.â
âLord Ino, nice to meet you on such a fine day.â You try to put a smile on your face as best as you can, even though you were caught off guard. âHow do you find todayâs weather?âÂ
Takuma grabs the back of your hand to kiss it. âI find it wonderful for the prospect of promenading. Do you care to do so with me?â
âOf course,â You stand up and link your elbows with Takumaâs.
âWeâll be thirty paces behind you, sister.â You both turned to look at Choso, who was giving Lord Ino his inevitable protective glare. Given Inoâs acceptable station, Choso hadnât immediately protested, unlike the many suitors he had chased out of your manor the day before. He grabbed Yuji by the elbow, who, with cheeks comically inflated like a chipmunk hoarding acorns, was promptly dragged away. âYuji, get up.â The last you saw of your brothers was Yujiâs futile protests, his mouth too full to be coherentâžșinevitably sending some crumbs flying onto Chosoâžșand Choso swatting him for it.
As you began your walk with Lord Ino, the conversation naturally turned to the upcoming horse race. âAre you looking forward to the race this afternoon?â you asked, trying to keep the conversation light.
âI am,â the lord replied. âAnd you?â
âVery much so,â you said, a hint of excitement in your voice. âI have a feeling that the less popular horseâžșBlaze, was it?âžșmight surprise everyone. The conditions seem just right for an underdog victory; the track is soft and warm, which would favor Blazeâs build.â
Lord Ino glanced at you with a polite but unconvinced smile. âBut Thunder has higher odds and more bets. Itâs as simple as that.â
You couldnât help but bristle at the word âsimple,â a word that had recently come to grate on your nerves. You pressed on, though, determined to keep the conversation pleasant. âI suppose thereâs some truth to that, but sometimes thereâs more to a race than just the odds and popularity.â
Ino chuckled softly. âWell, a good mentor and friend of mineâžșDuke Nanamiâžșagrees with the odds, and His Grace is someone I deeply respect. I tend to follow his leadâžșthe duke has a way of teaching lessons without hindering oneâs growth.â
Before you could respond, the sound of a trumpet blared in the distance, signaling the start of the race. You looked at him, giving him a courteous nod, gesturing in the general direction Choso and Yuji were supposed to be in. âIt seems the race is about to begin. I must rejoin my family.â
You curtsied as he bowed, and you watched as he walked away, leaving you momentarily alone. You took a deep breath, trying to dispel the lingering irritation from the conversation. Just as you began looking for your family, you felt a presence approaching.
You turned to find Lady Mei Mei and her entourage closing in. Their expressions were a study in artful contempt, laced with curiosity and barely concealed amusement. The atmosphere between you was thick with unspoken competition, each woman silently gauging the otherâs position on the social ladder.Â
âMiss Itadori, what a nice surprise!â Lady Mei Mei remarked, her tone dripping with false sweetness. âIt appears you are alone and unchaperoned in a garden yet again! At least, according to what the rumors say. Was it part of yet another one of your charming ploys to get what you want?"
You met her gaze with cool composure, not giving her the satisfaction of a visible reaction. "I have no clue what you're talking about."
Lady Mei Mei tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as if appraising a particularly interesting specimen. "Really?" she mused, drawing out the word as though savoring it. "Itâs just that Lord Gojo hasnât spoken with you all day. Even if Whistledown commended you in the last issue, I wouldnât expect his interest to linger." The two ladies flanking herâžșunremarkable save for their sycophantic attachment to Mei Meiâžșgiggled behind their fans, as though she had delivered a crushing blow.
You allowed yourself a small, almost imperceptible smile, one that didnât reach your eyes. "So Iâm assuming he called upon you?" you questioned sweetly, your voice laced with feigned politeness.
For a fleeting moment, Lady Mei Meiâs carefully curated composure slipped, the faintest flicker of irritation crossing her face before she regained control. She leaned in slightly, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper meant for you alone. âNone of the suitors will be interested in you any longer. The Queen may have mistakenly proclaimed you the diamond, but a pretty face, empty smiles, and hollow words can only last so long.â
âWhatever would be most convenient for you to believe.â Her words were empty and her threats dull, but you couldnât help but let it compound on the irritation you had experienced today. But you knew better than to let your tongue loose; you were quite impulsive when you had started, and you didnât want to start any scandal anytime soon. Instead, you held your ground, trying to maintain your composure (outwardly, at least) as Lady Mei Mei and her entourage turned to leave, their laughter echoing in your ears.Â
You tried to implement a few things your tutor had ingrained in you: taking deep breaths and setting your posture correctly. However, as you stood there, collecting yourself, the last thing you needed seemed to manifest before you: Satoru Gojo.
His tall figure approached you with that familiar, self-assured stride, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Ah, Miss Itadori," he greeted, a sly smile playing on his lips. You were already irritated, and it took all your will-power to stifle a groan.Â
"I couldnât help but notice you were conversing with Lord Ino," he remarked casually.
Give him a smile. "Indeed, we were enjoying a promenade. It is, after all, what young ladies and their suitors are expected to do."
âQuite the choice in company!â
KEEP up the smile. Â "He is a nobleman, and I am of noble descent. I fail to see your point, Mr. Gojo."Â
Gojoâs smile was quick and cutting. âOh, Iâve no particular quarrel with Lord Ino. Itâs simply that heâs hardly the sort Iâd expect to see on your arm. After all, heâs practically Nanamiâs lapdog.â
You felt the familiar irritation rising within youâžșand you were fighting for your life trying to keep a smile on your faceâžșbut you kept your tone measured. "And what, pray tell, are you implying by that, Mr. Gojo?"
"Itâs quite simple, reallyâžș"Â
But your patience, already worn thin, snapped at that word.
"My good sir, do you not think it rather dishonorable to speak ill of others behind their backs?" Gojo began to respond, but you cut him off. "Itâs curious how quickly opinions can change, is it not? Just the other evening, you seemed to hold me in rather low regard. Tell me, do you often dismiss people as âsimpleâ when they fail to meet any of the lofty expectations you have set? Or do you perhaps truly believe yourself to be at a station higher than others?"
Gojo stiffened, the smile slipping from his face as your words hit their mark. Before he could respond, Choso appeared at your side, his protective presence a welcome relief.
âIs there any problem, sister?â Choso asked, his tone polite yet firm as he glanced at Satoru, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Gojoâs gaze flicked to Choso, his irritation clear as he opened his mouth to make a cutting remark, and you couldnât thank the gods enough for Chosoâs mother hen tendencies. But the words faltered when he recognized who had interrupted. For a brief moment, surprise flashed in his eyes before he masked it with a tight-lipped smile.
You seized the moment, turning to Satoru with a sweet smile. âI think our time is up, Mister Gojo,â you said, your voice laced with venom.
Satoru hesitated for just a fraction of a second before nodding curtly, his expression unreadable. âOf course. Until next time, Miss Itadori.â
With that, he stepped back, allowing you and Choso to walk away toward where people were gathering for the race. As you moved through the crowd, you could feel Satoruâs gaze lingering on you, but you didnât look back.
âThat horse appears rather stout, does it not?â Yuji squinted against the blazing sun as he observed the horses from his seat beside you in the grandstand. âWhy has it garnered so many bets?â
Choso, seated protectively on your other side, kept a steady arm linked with yours. His presence was reassuring, though your irritation was directed at the figure seated just below you. Satoru Gojo, to your endless chagrin, was sitting with Lady Mei Mei, who had all but forced her way into the seat beside him. Though he tried to appear indifferent, his signature flirty remarks flowing with ease, you noticed the subtle signs of irritation crossing his face. Whether it stemmed from Lady Mei Mei's advances or from your earlier exchange, you couldn't be sure. You refused to meet his gaze, though you could feel his eyes on you intermittently as the crowd waited for the race to begin.
âMen can be quite foolish at times,â you remarked hotly, your voice carrying just enough to be overheard. âSome people value the superficial and materialistic over true substance, much like they do with horses. Blaze, for instance, has the qualities that truly matter.â
You could almost feel Gojoâs gaze intensify, and despite yourself, you glanced in his direction. Lady Mei Mei, ever the actress, feigned a stumble, exclaiming with a coy smile, âThese crowds are rather rough on a lady!â
You scoffed inwardly at her transparent attempt to press her bosom against Gojoâs arm.
âOh my,â Gojo drawled, his voice oozing concern. âWe canât have that, can we?â Ever the gallant gentleman, he interlaced his arm with hers. âHere, for extra protection. I wouldnât want a pretty lady shedding tears beside me.â
Mei Meiâs smirk was as satisfied as a serpent after a meal, and she batted her eyelashes coquettishly. âIf I were to cry, would you console me?â
âOf course,â Gojo replied smoothly. âThough I might find myself crying should my horse lose. The bets Iâve placed are rather substantial.â
A flirtatious giggle escaped Mei Meiâs lips. âThen I shall cheer with all my might, so you neednât suffer any losses, my lord.â
You were perilously close to tearing your hair out.
âI appreciate your enthusiasm, my lady,â Gojo said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it with exaggerated flourish. âBut rest assured, I am quite confident of a victory today. Thunder is swift and cunning, far superior to that... other horse. Itâs simple, reallyâThunder will win.â
Your composure cracked. âYuji,â you called, your voice sharp. Your brother, who had been lost in thought, snapped to attention. âDespite the other horseâs popularity, Blaze possesses the one quality universal to all champions: speed and diligence. The track conditions are in its favor.â
Yuji, caught off guard, blinked in confusion. âYes, of course, sister,â he mumbled, clearly unsure of why you were addressing him.
âAnd anyone who thinks otherwise,â you continued, raising your voice slightly, âis bound to lose their money. Sorely and simply.â
Gojo matched your tone, his voice ringing out. âBut of course, itâs all in good fun. Thereâs no need for hostility over a sport, is there? Both horses are fine contenders, though I remain convinced Thunder shall emerge victorious.â
Mei Mei tittered, parroting his sentiments, but you could hardly see straight for the anger coursing through you. Unable to hold back, you retorted, âHowever, it is, after all, still a race. And Blaze will win.â
By now, your exchange had drawn the attention of those around you, including your brothers. Choso and Yuji exchanged puzzled glances before Yuji asked weakly, âAre you still talking to us, sister?â Meanwhile, Chosoâs protective instincts flared, his gaze darting suspiciously between you and Gojo.
Before you could reply, the horses lined up at the starting gate, and the crowd collectively rose to their feet, including Gojo. âSteady now, Thunder!â he called out, his voice brimming with confidence.
Not to be outdone, you shouted, âCome on, Blaze!â
The bell rang, and the horses surged forward, the crowd erupting in cheers. Blaze and Thunder quickly pulled ahead, the two horses locked in a fierce battle for the lead. Thunder was currently ahead, its sleek form cutting through the track with precision.
âSteady, Thunder! Keep the lead!â Gojoâs voice was full of excitement, urging his horse onward.
Your heart raced with frustration as Blaze lagged slightly behind. âYou can do this, Blaze!â you urged, your voice rising above the din. Without thinking, you began whistling sharply, drawing alarmed looks from your brothers. The stares from the crowd meant nothing to you as you focused solely on the race.
Blaze, as if responding to your encouragement, began to accelerate, its powerful strides eating up the ground between it and Thunder. You noticed Thunderâs pace faltering, fatigue setting in, while Blaze surged ahead, pulling into the lead with a quarter of the race remaining.
Now it was Gojoâs turn to whistle, his voice tinged with desperation. âStraight to the finish line, Thunder! Donât let up!â
But Blaze only widened the gap, its momentum carrying it farther ahead. You couldnât contain your laughter, a joyous sound that bubbled up from within as Blaze crossed the finish line first, with Thunder trailing behind.
âGoddamn it,â Gojo cursed under his breath, his frustration palpable. You clapped your hands in delight, your laughter ringing out.
With deliberate grace, you placed your hands on your hips and turned to Gojo, flashing him a triumphant smile. âIâm so glad the âsimpleâ horse won,â you said, your voice dripping with satisfaction. âIt seems Iâve finally bested a duke.â
Gojoâs blue eyes bore into you, their intensity searing, but you met his glare with a boisterous laugh, savoring the victory as the crowdâs cheers and claps echoed around you. Until it was only the two of you, staring each other down.
Gojo âžș 0, you âžș 1.
Now, Duchess Gojo had always had a penchant for gossip, no one escaping her eye and observation. Of course, it was now the Whistledown era, for the unknown author could observe far more than the high-profile duchess, who was the receiver of much praise and attention due to her sonâs eligibility. But this eligibility had only been achieved because of her ability to direct the tide based on her reconnaissance, and in all her years, no could match her sass and direction. Except one.Â
"You know, Lady Itadori," the Duchess remarked, her tone laced with feigned pensiveness, "the Gojo manor in the countryside has been dreadfully quiet, and, if I may say, it has been quite some time since we last enjoyed a proper tĂȘte-Ă -tĂȘte.â
The two ladies stood together near the stands, choosing a more secluded spot from which to observe the horse race. Lady Itadori, her closest confidante, met the Duchessâs gaze with a gleam in her eye. "Indeed, I must agree."
For a moment, the two women stood in silence, their eyes surveying the scene before them. From the ladies flirting shamelessly to the gentlemen scrambling for the favor of the seasonâs debutantes, they were like spectators at a grand circus. Yet, their attention was drawn to a particular act.
Raising her fan to her lips, Lady Itadori whispered conspiratorially to the Duchess, "I might add, my diamond has been spending a considerable amount of time in your sonâs company."
The Duchess met her friendâs eyes and laughed lightly. "How many days do you wager it will take in the manor?"
Lady Itadori, now fully smirking, gave a delicate shrug. "It took you and the Duke but four days."
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HR9495 ON ITS WAY TO SENATE
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new religion | joel miller
Summary | Joel's never much been a religious man, but if he were, he'd ask the Lord what he'd ever done to deserve you.
Pairing | Jackson!Joel Miller x F!Reader
Word Count | 1.5k
Warnings | Explicit. Religious imagery, basically porn without plot, oral (f receiving), unprotected PiV sex, cumshot, dirty talk, Joel worshipping you like you deserve, nothing bad happens to him ever and he dies peacefully in his sleep at age 101, no use of y/n. Written and edited on phone so please excuse any mistakes.
Authors Note | God bless hbo for that teaser am I right? I just want Jackson Joel to always find peace. Also thanks to All Time Low and their song New Religion for the Inspo. I hope you enjoy!
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I found God and we found heaven, On the bedroom floor.
Joel Miller isnât sure how he got here. Knees creaking and painful, a dull ache in his back that never goes away, and years behind him that have led him to right now.
Years of being closed off, scared to open up to anyone in case he failed them as well. Years of using his anger at himself to reign terror on others. Years with Tommy that were strained, years with Tess that were less so, even good sometimes, and now years with Ellie, good, bad and everything in between. The relative safety of Jackson was unsettling, after years of fighting to survive and barely making it, scars on his body testimony to that, the normality was unsettling.
Heâs getting used to it though, slowly but surely, and he thinks that along with his brother and Ellie, it has something to do with you.
You, stood in front of him, backlit by the setting sun, nude and waiting, whilst he kneels in front of you. Pained be damned, heâs going to worship you like the goddess you are.
Tommy has spent the past year absolutely rinsing his older brother for this. When Joel and Ellie had arrived back, heâd made it his mission to set Joel up with one of the many fawning ladies available. There was Esther, who was nice enough, and Lindsey who had been far too forthcoming, and others that Joel would rather not remember, telling Tommy that he didnât need anyone, didnât want anyone, was more than happy on his own.
Then heâd met you, sunshine to his clouds, sharp, quick-witted and funny. A take-no-shit kind of gal that had gotten under his skin more than he cared to admit. The first few times it was quick, fumbles in the alley behind the tipsy bison, or hurried moments bent over the dusty couch at the lookout on patrol, convincing himself that once again this was nothing but stress relief.
Then things changed, you started making him laugh, started sitting on his porch with him, laying on his couch whilst he played his guitar, and then he started spreading you out on his bed, started taking his time, learning what made you respond best, how you liked it, how you clenched so tight around him when he clasped your fingers in his and pounded you into the mattress.
Joel has never been much of a religious man, not since the end of the world, but he thinks, right here on your bedroom floor, that heâs found God. When you walk towards him and run your hands through his greying hair, tilt his chin up so heâs looking at you, hands on your hips like youâre his altar.
He brings his face closer to you, tongue licking through your folds as you stand before him. Your fingers tighten in his hair when the tip of his tongue finds your clit, your own head tipping back, face to the real Lord if he exists, muttering his name over and over in your own twisted prayer.
His jeans are tightening as he licks at you, the sounds you make doing what they always do, shooting straight to his cock. Itâs why he canât quit this, even if in the back of his mind he knows he probably should. Youâre younger than him, though not scandalously, and he can feel that the years of his prime are fading the more comfortable he gets here. He knows that wanting you as much as he does is a sin in itself, but walking away? That somehow seems worse to him. He finally wants to be selfish, to think of himself and his own happiness for once, and itâs the taste of you on his tongue when he drags it down to where youâre leaking for him that convinces him he has to stay.
âOh, Joel,â You whimper, knees shaking, âKeep going.â
âAinât planninâ on goinâ anywhere, pretty girl.â He groans into your pussy, his big hands holding your hips in place to keep you upright as his tongue drags back up from your fluttering hole to your clit.
You widen your stance a little, spreading the lips of your cunt for him so he can fuse his mouth over your clit, suckling at it whilst his tongue works against the swollen bud in the way that he knows will have you tipped over the edge in no time.
He loves when you come for him. A reminder that heâs still got it, that he can learn your ins and outs and keep you satisfied, even at his age. He has to press his fingers into your hips a little tighter when you do come for him, keeping you upright before you knees can buckle underneath you as you cry his name out into the darkening room. Pulling his mouth away from you before you start whimpering that itâs too much.
Normally heâd pull you over to the bed, but thereâs something in him tonight that means he canât wait the extra seconds, so heâs pulling you down onto the floor with him, cradling the back of your head with one of his hands so you donât hit in on the wood as he crawls on top of you, legs spread wide for his thighs as he pops the buttons of his jeans and drags the zipper down.
Heâs in too much of a rush to undress properly, pulling his jeans and underwear down just enough to free his cock. Youâre reaching down, taking his length in your hand, dragging it up and down as he pulls his shirt over his head.
There are tiny droplets of sweat across your forehead, the open window and the breeze no match for the heat in the room, and he doesnât know why he does it, but as he leans down, your hand guiding his cock to your soaked cunt, he lets his lips kiss across your forehead, like itâs holy water and heâs being reborn as he slips into your tight heat.
He doesnât think heâs heard a sweeter sound than the ones he hears from you as he drags his cock in and out of your pussy. Gasps and whines and whimpers, never too loud, like theyâre just for him. No-one else needs to know how good he makes you feel, just him. He presses his mouth to yours as he grips your wrists, pinning them to floor, swallowing your sounds as he fucks you.
Joel knows that it takes him a little longer these days, knows from the way youâre squirming that the ache in your hips is setting in. He knows that your body aches the same as his does, that your back aches and your knees hurt after a long patrol, but youâre being so good for him.
âSuch a good girl,â He coos into your ear, âYâcan take it, canât you?â
You arch your body up into him at his praise, âItâs so good,â You moan, your hands reaching behind him to sink your nails into the meat of his ass, âHarder, please.â
He can never deny you, so he pushes himself up, takes your knees in his hands and presses them down towards your chest, hooking his arms there to keep you spread open as he guides his cock back into you. He can feel his own sweat appearing across his skin as he does exactly what you asked for, he fucks you harder, as hard as he can, listening to the squeals you make as he bottoms out inside you and the slapping of his skin against yours.
âMâclose,â He moans at you, âMâgonna come, baby.â
âPlease,â You groan back, squirming underneath him, âCome for me Joel, please.â
And he does, pulling out at the very last minute, letting go of your legs to pump his cock with his fist before he comes, splashing his spend across your belly as he tips his head back and praises the Lord for you.
He knows he will pay for it tomorrow, but he collapses onto the floor next to you, pulling you into his chest. He can feel the sticky cum mixing with the hair across his stomach, but he doesnât much care, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you settle together on the cool ground. His fingers trail up and down your spine as you lie together in the quiet of the early evening, finding peace with it all for once. After years and years of being on his own, of being scared to open up and let someone in, he finds he doesnât much mind the thought of it anymore.
And above all, whether he makes it to the real thing or not when his time is up, that heâs found heaven, right here on your bedroom floor.
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Bearer Of The Seed
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Pairings: Targaryen!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader
Word count: 5.1k
Tags | Warnings: +18, HOUSE OF THE DRAGON AU, AMAB!Natasha, Targayen!Natasha, smut, angst (sex just for the obligation of making heirs), forced marriage (political arrangement to save reader's family), Natasha plots to make reader pregnant while reader plots to deceive Natasha lol, lots of chasing, top!Natasha, bottom!reader, dubious consent, breeding kink, rough sex, bleeding (reader is a virgin), creampie, fingering (r receiving), overstimulation & squirting (r receiving)
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âRest and heal, my sweet. And I will make sure to make up for the night we missed,â she said in a soft and gentle tone, only for you to hear as you continued to lie there, your eyes closed in what appeared to be a deep and restful sleep.
âIâll have you full of my seed in no time.â
She caressed your face for the last time gently before leaning down to kiss your forehead.
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âFather, smith, warrior. Mother, maiden, crone, strangerâŠâ
The words felt like acid on your tongue. Each one stinging you as they leave your lips. You loathed having to say them. You loathed having to agree. This wasn't some love match. It was the voice of a prisoner accepting their fate.
You force yourself to keep your eyes on Natasha, refusing to blink despite the tears forming. You will not cry. Not in her presence. You will not give her that satisfaction. So you try your best to stand tall, to be defiant. Though it's hard when you feel so completely defeated as you said the final words that will seal you both forever.
âI am yours...and you are mine. From this day...until the end of my days.â
The last word was hardly out of your mouth when Natasha took a step forward and captured your lips with hers. Natashaâs grip on your hips tightens as she pulls you firmly against her. Her lips are rough and insistent as they move against yours. You can feel the tension and desire coursing through her as she claims your mouth in a possessive, greedy kiss.
With what seems like great effort, Natasha breaks the kiss. She takes a step back and you notice a sly smirk slowly appear on his face as she watches you try to catch your breath and you so badly wanted to wipe that on her face. Clearly, she was enjoying the effect she had on you, but you will not make this easy for her.
You will make sure to play this game on your hands, not hers.
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âHeirsâŠâ
Hearing your now family bring up the subject of heirs, made you feel a lump form in your throat. It was something you'd tried to avoid thinking about, but you knew it was a reality you would have to face.
Natasha didn't even flinch. She seems confident and unbothered, like she has no concerns in that regard. She responds without missing a beat.
âOh, weâll have heirs. Plenty of them, in fact.â
Natasha's grip on your hands tightens slightly, you force a tight-lipped smile on your face as you struggle to appear calm.
âI will make sure that our marriage bed will not lack heat. Weâll have as many children as the gods see fit to bless us with.â She added with such confidence.
You knew that the celebration was coming to an end and you were starting to feel overwhelmed by the noise and the crowdâby her. The air felt hot and stifling. Without saying a word, you excused yourself but as you stood Natasha didn't let go of your hand. So you eyed her intently authoritatively and she immediately released your hand, you didn't miss the flicker of hesitation and fear in her eyes. Her usual confident and authoritative demeanor seemed to be gone for a moment, revealing just the slightest crack in her armor.
As you walked, a small smirk tugged your lips, it gave you a sense of satisfaction, knowing that you had the power to affect her in that way. For a brief moment, you felt like you were in control, that you had some bargaining power in this situation.
Of course you do, you will play this game right on your palm, right?
You stepped into the cool night air of the corridors outside, you tried not to let your emotions get the best of you as you thought about the fact that your family had been saved, you realized just how high the cost was. Natasha had saved you from ruin, but the price was steep. You were now the payment, a pawn in a larger game of power and politics. Knowing that you were traded like a piece of livestock in exchange for your familyâs safety, it was a bitter pill to swallow.
One of the foremost was the fact that you will need to carry the child of someone you didn't really know. Natasha Romanoff was a complex and dangerous woman, unpredictable, impulsive and arrogantâthose are the only things you know about her. So the thought of being connected to her through a child was unsettling, to say the least. Yet you knew, as soon as the words of the scripted vows you loathed to say forcefully fell from your lips, there was no turning back.
It is inevitable or perhaps it can be avoided?
You were lost in your own thoughts, worrying about your future, when the maid servant's voice broke your train of thought.
âThe celebration is over, your Grace. The King will be expecting you in her chambers.â
Her words and the instructions were simple, but they sent a shiver of unease through you. But you wanted to test the waters, you wanted to test who among you holds such power to the both of you.
âLet her know that I am denying her request,â you replied coldly as the night breeze.
âBut your Graââ
âTell her that.â you cut her off with a finality, âIâll be at my chambers, Iâll retire early for tonight.â You added, hinting that if she wished to prove the power she has on you, she will come and show you.
The night slipped away and you opted for the secret chambers that only and your maester, Wanda knew. Inside, you hoped to find solitude and respite from the pressures and chaos of the day.
You stayed in the dimly lit room, the only light provided by a few flickering candles, as the night went on. You didnât know whether or not Natasha had come to your original chambers, expecting to find you there.
But you will make sure not surrender yourself, not without a fight.
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Natasha was growing increasingly frustrated as she recounted different excuses from the maid servants every time she inquired about you. She hadn't seen you since the night of your wedding, and the more time passed the more suspicious she became.
Another maid servant entered her headquarters and she is for sure to deliver another excuse from you.
âThe Queen is not feeling well, you Grace.â
The maid servant stood before the King, her hands clasped in front of her nervously as she delivered her message.
âWhat happened? What does the maester say the issue is?â The suspicion that she had in mind is now gone and is replaced by a deep concern for you.
âWell, you Grââ
âI will go and check on my wife.â
âI fear the Queen doesnât want anyone in her chambeââ
âIâm not anyone, I am her King. I am her wife.â
Without another word of excuse, she rose from her seat and stalked out of the room. The King wasted no time making her way through the halls of the Keep, her steps were loud as she walked towards your chambers.
The moment Natasha stepped into the chambers, her eyes immediately fell upon your pale form lying in the bed. She was by your side in an instant, her hand reaching out to touch your foreheadâand she could feel the heat radiating from you.
âGods, youâre burning up,â she muttered, as she took in your sickly appearance.
Natasha's eyes darted to the maester as she confirmed that you would be fine in time, and that you had been examined already.
âAnd what is the cause of her sickness?â she questioned, her gaze returning to you.
Wanda cleared her throat, as she darted her eyes on your sleeping form. She breathed, shutting her eyes before she explained the cause of your illness.
âIt appears the Queen has fallen ill due to stress and exhaustion,â she said with a shaky voice, as she watched Natasha softly caress your body. âAnd it would be best for her to be left alone for a few days, allowing her body to rest and recover,â she added, finally eyeing the King.
âDays?â Natasha repeated as if she didn't hear it clearly.
âYesâŠâ
Natasha let out a heavy sigh, her mind conflicted. On one hand, she wanted to keep you in her sight and she wanted you to be okay now so she could spend the nights with you fulfilling the obligations of making a long line of heirs. On the other, she knew the maester was likely right about your need for solitude and rest.
âRest and heal, my sweet. And I will make sure to make up for the night we missed,â she said in a soft and gentle tone, only for you to hear as you continued to lie there, your eyes closed in what appeared to be a deep and restful sleep.
âIâll have you full of my seed in no time.â
She caressed your face for the last time gently before leaning down to kiss your forehead.
As she withdrew, she turned to the Wanda who was standing just outside the doorway of your chamber. âDo everything you can to ensure that she is well soon,â she instructed.
âYes, your Grace.â
As soon as Natasha left your chambers, you slowly and stealthily got up from the bed where you had been feigning sleep. Your body trembled slightly as you inhaled deep breaths, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You were grateful that your plan had worked, and that Natasha had believed your act of being sick.
Wanda, your trusted maester and ally in your plan, looked at you with a sigh as you got up from the bed.
âI told you hot water and a cloth would do the trick,â she said, referring to the method she suggested to fake your elevated temperature.
âIâll have you full of my seed in no time.â
âMy Grace, are you alright? Are you really sick now? You look pale.â
You snapped back to the present, your mind still replaying Natasha's words from earlier when she spoke to you while you were pretending to be in a deep slumber.
âIâm fine,â you assured Wanda, your voice a little shaky. âJust a bitâŠtired, thatâs all.â
Tired of all this.
âWell, I shall leave you alone then, my Grace.â
Wanda has been the first person you became close with, and she has been nothing but supportive to cover up for you and your plans. You even heard her lie for you just a while ago and that was not even a part of your plan. But when the King asked about your conditionâyour fake condition, she still did with no hesitation.
âThank you, Wanda.â
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It had been several days since Natashaâs visit, and you had successfully managed to avoid her so far due to your pretense of being sick. Now, you were stepping out into the gardens, seeking a change of scenery and some fresh air.
The gardens were a lovely sight, the sun shining brightly and the flowers in full bloom. You strolled along the pathways, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.
As you were walking in the garden, relishing the tranquil surroundings, your eyes caught a glimpse of something or rather, someoneâin the distance. It was Natasha, standing next to Caraxes, the Blood Wyrm.
Her gaze was fixated on you and you could tell that she was surprised to see you out and about, considering the fact that you were supposed to be unwell. And now, she is making her way over to you.
Your instincts kicked in immediately, and your first thought was to run. Without hesitation, you darted through the gardens, your heart racing as you navigated the twisting and turning paths of the maze.
As you ran, adrenaline pumped through your veins, and you quickened your pace, determined to elude her as long as possible.
You were dressed in a gown made of flowing silk, the fabric soft and lightweight against your skin. The hem of the dress brushed against the grass as you ran, occasionally catching on the leaves of the maze bushes.
You sprinted through the maze, dodging and weaving between the high walls of greenery. As you continued running through the maze, your heart rate spiked ever higher when you caught a glimpse of Natasha through the gaps in the leaves.
Seeing her so close, so determined to find you, sent another jolt of adrenaline through your body, the fight-or-flight response kicking into high gear.
Although you were aware that she would eventually catch you, you refused to let her have an easy victory. You steeled yourself, determined to play this game in your own hands.
The twists and turns of the maze became your playground. Every time you thought she was closing in, you would change direction, taking unexpected forks that would put some distance between you again.
As you sprinted through the maze, looking back in the direction you last saw Natasha, a sudden body slammed in front of you. The force knocked you off balance, catching you off guard.
A pair of hands locked around your arms, effectively trapping you, preventing any further escape.
âAre you running away from me?â
As you met Natashaâs intense gaze, your heart raced and your words came out in a slight stutter. âY-your GraceâŠâ you started to say, but your mind was too preoccupied with the situation to form a coherent response.
You gulped as you looked away, and then replied with a shaky voice. âNo, your Grace,â you said, your eyes still fixed on the soil where you were standing. Despite your denial, there was undeniable fear in your voice.
âI was expecting that youâre still in your chambers, resting. Wanda told me youâre still sick.â
âI wanted to go out, g-get some fresh airâŠâ
âYou shouldâve come to me so I will go out with you.â
âIâŠâ you hesitated for a moment, wanting to be careful on how youâre going to say the next words, âI wanted to have some time alone, y-your Grace.â
Her grip on your arms relaxed slightly as she heard your response. âI haven't had a night alone with you since our wedding, Y/N,â she said, she sounded a bit disappointed that made you hitch your breath.
âLook at me.â She commanded, leaving no room for disobedience. And you slowly did, as your gazes met, her eyes softened with a little fire of an intense desire, and her proximity to you made your heart race even faster.
In a swift and dominating move, Natasha closed the remaining distance between you and claimed your lips in a searing kiss. Natasha sensed your attempts to resist so she deepened the kiss, her tongue demanding entry, as her hands on your arms pulled you even closer to her.
Your resistance was a futile battle and you finally surrendered to her but you fought not to moan as her tongue explored the cavern of your mouth, leaving you breathless and vulnerable. As Natasha moved her attention towards your neck, her lips and tongue trailing along the sensitive skin, you tilted your head back, submitting to her control.
Her lips left your neck as she leaned towards your ear, her words a low, seductive whisper.
âI shall be expecting to see you in my chambers tonight.â
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The evening had arrived, and Natasha made her way to her chamber, fully expecting to find you thereâin her bed in all your glory. However, as she entered the room, her eyes scanned the space, but you were nowhere to be seen. Her initial confusion quickly turned into seething anger as she realized you didnât follow her command.
She wasted no time and stormed through the corridors, her patience wearing thin. It has been far too long, and she is determined to have you, one way or another. Her strides were purposeful and filled with seething anger, her mind set on one mission.
To find you and bring you to her bed.
As soon as she stepped into your chambers, her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light. She approached the figure lying in the bed, she leaned closer to get a better look of you, and when she dipped her knee to the soft bed, the figure suddenly moved, emitting a piercing scream. Startled, Natasha let out a gasp, quickly realizing it wasnât you but your maid servant.
âY-your Grace!â The maid servant rushed out apologetically as she immediately threw the thick covers out her body and stood.
âWhere is Y/N? Why are you in the Queenâs bed?!â Natasha demanded.
âQueen Y/N noticed I-I wasnât feeling well andâŠwell, I am fine but-but the Queen insisted that I am not fine,â the maid servantâs hands flew in different direction as she tried to explain herself, âand she told meâŠshe insisted that I should rest, right here, in her bed. And she left.â The maid servant scrambled, the words coming out in a rush from her lips not wanting to receive the seething anger of the King.
âForgive me, your GraceâŠplease.â
The maid servant's continuous apologies grew quieter as Natasha's attention shifted. Her gaze moved towards the window, where she spotted a figure dashing towards the garden maze. She instantly recognized it was you, and a sly smile tugged at her lips. Ignoring the maid servant, Natasha stepped towards the window of your chambers.
Once again, you found yourself racing through the labyrinthine maze, your breath coming in short gasps as you desperately sought an escape. The twists and turns of the paths seemed to taunt you, creating a confusing web to ensnare you. Fear and adrenaline coursed through your veins, your mind focused on one goal and that is to survive the night without having to spend it on the Kingâs bed.
Natashaâs voice echoed through the night, âMaking a maid servant sleep in your own bed, just to fool me?â
Despite the gasp that escaped your lips at the sound of Natasha's seething voice, you refused to let it slow you down. Your legs propelled you forward, your bare feet pounding against the cool grass as you continued your race through the maze. There was no time for looking back, only the need to elude her pursuit.
âYou were never ill, Y/N!â
As you ran through the maze, the tears of fear started to well up in your eyes, causing you to shut them tightly shut. The emotions coursing through you were overwhelmingâfear, defiance, and the weight of the situation hitting you all at once. Yet, amidst it all, a small part of you stubbornly held onto the hope that you could somehow escape Natasha.
Just as you rounded a corner in the maze, a strong body suddenly locked onto you, arms encircling you like a vise grip. Caught off guard, you let out a gasp in surprise, struggling against the strong hold. The realization that Natasha had finally caught you struck you like a bolt of lightning.
âI knew you heard me that timeâŠI never lied when I said I will make sure youâre full of my seed.â
In a swift and effortless motion, Natasha scooped you up and threw you in her shoulders, her strong grip on your thighs unyielding as she carried you to her chambers. You tried to resist, squirming and fighting against her, but her strength was undeniable. Despite your attempts to break free, it was clear that you had no chance of escape.
The game is no longer in your hands. It never was.
The guards stationed nearby stood at their positions, their eyes averted from the scene. They could only watch as Natasha carried you flailing in her arms, your screams piercing the air. Fear for their own lives kept them in place, knowing full well that they could have their heads off if they bothered to look in your direction.
âLock the doors!â she barked, her tone leaving no room for questions. The guards obeyed, swiftly securing the chamber doors, sealing you and Natasha inside. Without a moment of hesitation, she hurled you onto her bed, the force of her throw causing you to bounce slightly upon the plush mattress.
âStrip,â she commanded in a low voice that made you shiver in fear, âRemove every piece of clothing you wear. I want to see my wife before me in all her naked glory. Do not forget to remove any trinkets or tokens you may be wearing.â
Your hands were shaking when you let your dress slip to the floor, revealing your vulnerable form, your body betrays you with gooseflesh. Tears well up in your eyes, spilling over and cascading down your cheeks.
Natasha watched, sitting at the bed as you stripped the last piece of clothing out of your body.
Her cold, green orbs leisurely take in every inch of your bare flesh. They linger on the fullness of your breasts, the pebbled peaks begging for her touch. Her gaze trails down to the small, dark mole at the side of your breast, a unique birthmark that she commits to memory.
Her eyes continue their languid descent, taking in the slight roundness of your belly soon to be full of her seed, the flare of your hips, and the soft curls at the juncture of your thighs. She studies the glistening evidence of your fear and humiliation, the pink folds of your pussy already swollen and slick.
The shame of your nakedness burns through you like a physical touch, amplified by the fact that Natasha remains fully clothed. Her silken robes and velvet cloak seem to mock your naked form, the heavy golden brooch at her shoulder a stark reminder of the game is now holding place in her hands.
A cruel smile plays on Natashaâs lips as she sees the shame and fear in your eyes. She rises once more, her tall form towering over you. Her hands go to the sash at her waist, undoing it with deliberate slowness.
The silk slithers to the floor, pooling around her feet. She begins to slowly unlace her leather breeches, her gaze locked with yours. As the garment falls away, revealing her hardened cock, you can't help but gulp, your eyes wide with trepidation.
She stepped closer to you, caressing your cheek. You didn't know why but you leaned in to her touch as she wiped the tears off your face. She looked at your glossy eyes before she leaned forward, her lips pressing against yours in a soft, yet commanding kiss. Your lips part instinctively, allowing her to sweep her tongue inside, claiming your mouth as hers.
âOpen wider,â she demands, breaking the kiss to gaze down at you. She tilts your head back further, forcing your mouth open wider. She kisses you again, this time her tongue probing deeper, exploring the warmth of your mouth. She sucks on your bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth and biting down gently.
Your breath hitches, a soft whimper escaping your throat as her kiss becomes more intense. Her hands tangled in your hair and you can't help but moan softly, the sound muffled against her lips.
Natasha broke the kiss and sees the raw innocence in your eyes, the moisture making them glisten like jewels. Your lips are swollen and parted, a thin string of saliva stretching between them, quivering as you suck in ragged breaths. Her gaze darkens with lust and satisfaction.
âMy bed has been lacking...heat,â she murmurs, her voice low and gravelly. She reaches out, wiping the saliva from your chin with her thumb. âAnd you, my sweet, are going to warm it tonight.â
You took a step backwards and tilt your head to the side to avoid her touch.
âYou make it difficult,â she says, her voice tight with frustration, âto fulfill the one duty that should be simple. I have conquered cities, bent knees to mine, tamed dragons...And yet, you make it hard for me to plant my seed in your womb.â
âAm I just a bearer of your offspring?â You pinched your brows together, finally eyeing the King as the tears cascaded down your face.
âYes,â she replied bluntly, undressing herself, âin this, you are.â As her clothing falls away, revealing her breasts and her tanned, muscular body, she meets your gaze squarely. âBut know this, my sweet, you are not just any bearer.â
âYou are my Queenâmy own wife who dared to deceive and defy me,â she says as she steps forward, her eyes roaming over your body hungrily. âAnd when I have won, when you carry my child, you will be the mother of my heir.â
âAnd perhaps,â she says, her voice dropping to a near whisper as she leans over you, âwhen this is done, when my line is secured, you will be something more.â Her gaze holds yours captive. âBut for tonight, you are simply the woman I must breed.â
Your heart shatters in your chest as she speaks those words. The cold, hard truth of her intent cuts deep, each word a knife twisting in your soul. You are not her beloved, her equal, but a tool, a vessel to bear her child and you knew it from the beginning.
Without you carrying her offspring, you are nothing.
Natasha then grabs you roughly, flipping you around and throwing you onto the bed. She climbs over you, positioning herself behind your ass.
With a sudden, brutal motion, she thrusts herself inside you, ignoring your cries of pain as she tears through your resisting body. She groans in satisfaction, her hands gripping your hips as she begins to rut into you with merciless force, her dragon's strength overpowering any objections you might have.
âYou are mine now,â she growls, her breath hot against your ear. âNo more defiance, no more resistance. You will bear my child, as is your purpose.â Each word is punctuated by a hard thrust, her hips slamming against your ass cheek with brutal intensity.
She pulls out of you suddenly, her thick cock glistening with your virgin blood. Natasha flips you over, pushing your hips in the bed. Her body pressed heavily against yours as she positioned herself between your legs. Without warning, she slams back into you, her dragon-sized cock splitting you open.
You're screaming now, your voice echoing off the walls as she fucks you with brutal, animalistic intensity.
She moves to silence your screams and releases your mouth long enough to trail her lips down your body, pausing to suckle at each breast roughly, her teeth scraping against your sensitive nipples.
âYou are so tight around me, Y/N,â she groans, her voice low and possessive. âYour body was made just for my pleasure. Your virgin hole is so snug, clasping around me like a glove. You were made to be filled by me, to bear my children.â
Her hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider, allowing her to bury herself deeper. As she grinds her hips against yours, she leaned down and your hands immediately claw at her back, your fingernails digging into her skin.
Her muscled back flexes under your desperate, clawing hands. You feel each ridge of muscle, the hard strength of her. Despite the pain she's causing, despite the brutal taking, your body responds to her, your core clenching around her cock as you feel her powerful body move against yours.
âY-yourâŠGraceâŠâ you called out for her, mouth open as she tore you apart. You held her neck and the silver locks of her hair, your legs crossed at her waist.
âYouâre my Queen.â She growled in your ear.
âYes, your Grace!â You cried out in pain and pleasure.
âThen you will take what I give you, you will be painted with my seed and soon enough youâll bear my heir.â
Her words made your pussy clench even tighter around her massive cock. She feels it, her thrusts becoming even more powerful as she drives her seed deep into your womb.
She straightens up, her hands gripping your hips as she slams into you one final time. Her body stiffens, her head thrown back in a silent roar as she finds her release. She grinds her hips against yours, ensuring every drop is deep inside you.
Natasha pulls out of you slowly, her eyes locked onto your well-stretched opening. She watches as her seed begins to leak out mixing with your virgin blood, a possessive growl rumbling in her chest. Without hesitation, she pushes the escaping seed back inside with her slender fingers.
âMy seed stays inside you,â she continues to push her fingers inside you, scooping up her own seed and forcing it back into your walls, making sure it's as deep inside you as possible. She repeats this process several times, her fingers pumping in and out of you as she ensures her claim is secure.
The sensation of her fingers pushing into you, combined with the gentle throbbing from her earlier pumps, becomes too much to bear. You can feel yourself growing more and more sensitive, the line between pleasure and pain blurring. You moan, your voice barely a whisper.
âYour Grace...it's too muchâŠâ
She ignores your plea, her voice dark as she murmurs, âItâs Natasha for you, my sweet.â Her fingers continue to push into your overstimulated hole, the motion causing you to convulse around her.
âNatashaâŠâ you stammer, her name tumbling from your lips like a prayer as the intense sensation consumes you. Her name on your lips, filled with such raw emotion, makes her own stomach flutter.
You convulse violently, your body shaking uncontrollably as a gush of liquid spurts out from between your thighs. Natasha muffles her approval against your neck, her voice thick with satisfaction as she feels the evidence of your spend.
âSay it again,â she demands, her fingers continuing to pump into you as the aftershocks wrack your body. âSay my name like that again, Y/N.â Her own control is slipping, your words affecting Natasha more than sheâd like to admit. You whimper, your voice hoarse.
"N-Natasha...Natasha...only...only youâŠâ Each word is punctuated by a sharp breath as your body continues to spasm around her fingers. She lets out a low groan, her head dropping to your shoulder as she listens to you beg for her alone.
âYouâre so good for me,â she praises, her voice rough with desire. She withdraws her fingers from your dripping pussy, bringing them to her mouth to clean them with a hungry suckle. Her eyes never leaving yours as she does so, drinking in the sight of her Queen overcome with pleasure.
âFrom now on, you will sleep in this same bed as mine so I can ensure that you remain well-bred every night.â
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff#black widow#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff au#natasha romanoff fanfic#black widow x reader
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Riddle's thođ«¶đŒâ€ïž
Yuu is Loopy and Doesn't Recognize Them
Based of this meme I saw and I couldn't get it out of my head
GN. Yuu isnât drunk but is loopy on potions/meds. A bit Suggestive??? Leona calls you Scavenger/Pillow Enjoy
RiddleÂ
Riddle swore that when he sees Ace again, it will be off with his head. The brain dead idiot is responsible for landing you in the nurse's office. Thankfully, according to Professor Crewel, you will be okay and were ready to go back to Ramshackle.Â
Being the responsible boyfriend he is, he made sure to take your arm and guide you through the mirror to Ramshackle and into the creaky dorm. You were obviously still a bit out of it as you stumbled through the hall and didnât appear to hear anything he said. As he approached the stairs, wondering how he would get you into your room did you speak.
âWhere are we going?â You slurred rubbing your temples with your fingers. âTo your room,â Riddle answered. âRose, can you hear me now?â Riddle asked, voice tinged with worry. âWhy are we goingâŠâ you paused trying to formulate words, ââŠto some room?â Riddle raised a brow and spoke slowly, relaxing his grip on your arm as he did so. âYou need to get some rest, donât worry Iâll make sure you sleep well, okay?"
To his confusion, you suddenly pulled away from him and stumbled back a little. âAh, Rose what are youââ âSorry you seem really nice and all but I have a boyfriend.â âHuh?!â Stumbling backward away from Riddle you practically fell onto the couch behind you. âSorry Iâm not gonna sleep with anyone, I have a boyfriendâŠâ You slurred again, making Riddle stiffen before going pink and letting out a chuckle.Â
âRose, I am yourââ âGoodnightâ You whispered before promptly passing out on the couch. Riddle just stood there for a moment stupified, before softly chuckling to himself. You really did love him, huh?
Leona
âWhat's wrong with you?â Leona asked upon seeing Ruggie drag his seemingly blitzed-out partner behind them into his room. âI dunno what happened but Professor Crewel said to let them rest,â Ruggie responded. âSo you brought them to me?â Ruggieâs face fell, he knew damn well if he were the one to take you home that Leona would have complained. âWell, theyâre your problem now shishishi! Good luckâ
Letting out a yawn, Leona looked over to where you stood wobbling. âCome here, Pillow.â The lion leaned up and pulled you toward the bed. You weakly tried to pull your hand away. âEh? What gives?â Leonaâs ears twitch as you stumble back. âMy boyfriend will get upset if he sees you holding my hand. âOh yeah?â The lion smirked.
âYeah, and Iâm not a cheater either so leave me alone.â You mutter, eyes fluttering as you fight off sleep. Leona pulls you closer to him easily. âI am your boyfriend.â The shocked expression that arises on your face is one he will never forget. âNo way that's awesome!â
âYeah yeah, get to bed, scavenger.â He smirks, pulling you into his arms. As you fade into unconsciousness, he watches over you. Just how did he get so lucky?
Azul
Azul didnât know who he should be mad at: Jade for feeding you some mysterious mushroom concoction that he sure would have no side effects or you for actually agreeing to test out Jadeâs new drink. Regardless you are now in the VIP room of Mostro Lounge as Azul goes through some of the potions he has on hand.Â
Sitting on the VIP couch you watched as Azul kneeled beside you. The mer fussed over you as you seemingly stared through him. Despite his lips moving you couldnât hear anything he said. âUm, Angelfish are you alright?â Azul asks nervously as your eyes bore a hole through him.
âYou kinda look like⊠my boyfriendâŠâ you slur. If he wasnât worried sick, he would have actually found the situation humorous, dumbfounded he responded. âWell, what does he look like?â âHeâs so beautiful, man.â You sigh.
Azul feels his cheeks heat up as he uncorks a curing potion, wondering how heâs going to get you to drink it. âLike⊠I love him so much⊠Heâs so pretty and soft and I wanna hold himâŠâ â⊠Come now love, try and drink this and then restâŠâ The mer stutters and holds the bottle to your lips. Thankfully, you downed it pretty easily and promptly fell asleep muttering about how much you loved your boyfriend the whole time. Azulâs face was several shades of blue.
Jamil
Vil ended up poisoning you pretty badly during his overblot, and Jamil has been worried sick, to say the least as he sits beside your bed in the nurse's office, impatiently waiting for you to wake up. As you begin to stir, all of Jamilâs attention snaps to you.
âYuu?â He calls out, giving you a few moments to stir and wake up. You blink tiredly at him before sitting up and looking around. Jamil wanted to crush you into a hug and ask if you were alright but knew that it may overwhelm you.
âAre you alright?â He asks, taking your hands into his as the heart monitor continues to beep. You blink owlishly and look at your hands. âI have a boyfriend.â You say after a while. Jamil didnât know if he should be annoyed or amused, but it did flatter him to know how loyal you are to him.
A mischievous glint appears in his eye. âI am your boyfriend.â Your eyes widen as the heart monitor picks up, beeping loudly as you smile. âI love youâŠâ You slur, trying to lean into your lover's touch.
Vil
After a certain Shroudâs overblot, you were left hospitalized in a coma for a week. Vil was worried sick and visited you as much as he could, if he couldn't be there, Rook would watch over you for him. When he saw a text notification for Rook saying you were awake, he went to visit you immediately.
Rook didnât have time to warn Vil about your condition as he walked in and immediately held your face, looking deep into your eyes before hugging you, body shaking as he held onto you. âYouâre awakeâŠâ He says after a long pause.
You pull away from Vil, and the blond gets ready to scold you for your reckless behavior until he notices your expression. "I have⊠a boyfriend named Vil⊠sorryâŠ" you babble before passing out again. Vil would make sure to scold you later
Idia
He was confused when he saw Ortho holding your hand and guiding you to his room. He didn't know how to explain it, but as he watched you through the camera feed something about your movements felt⊠off
Once Ortho dragged you into his room did he figure out what was wrong? "It's the side effect of their medication," Ortho said after explaining how you ended up in the nurse's roomâ why did they even discharge you in this state??
Idia groaned and started to clean off his bed to make room for you, before getting up and helping Ortho to guide you over to his bed. "Come on Yuu-shi the sooner you sleep the better." You didn't budge. Instead, you stared through him. Idia stared back awkwardly.
"You seem nice but I already have a boyfriend and I love him." Idia's hair flushed pink. "Eh? What did you say?" "I love my boyfriend and only him so I can't sleep with youâŠ"Â
You instead sit down slowly and lay on the floor, immediately falling asleep much to Ortho's confusion and Idia's embarrassment.
Malleus
"Oh dear, what happened to you?" Malleus asked as you stumbled up the path to Ramshackle. It was supposed to be your nightly walk together but you didn't look so good.
You didn't respond as you allowed Malleus to help guide you into Ramshackle and onto the couch. After a moment Malleus asks again, "Mind telling me what happened to you?"
"No worries, I happen to have a recovery spell I can useâŠ" Malleus hums, preparing a spell. "You sound like my boyfriendâŠ" Malleus chuckles. "Is that so Child of Man?" You lazily nod. "He's my most favorite person in the entire worldâŠ" you yawn, and Malleus can only admire you, lovestruck.Â
"I don't think Jade made me the right teaâŠ" you mutter as you lay down. Malleus makes sure to note that he would have to pay a visit to Jade later as he frets over you.
#you write this beautifully#you did this beautifully đ#bless you author#i love your brain thank you for blessing us#riddle and azuls#im soft#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#riddle rosehearts x reader#riddle rosehearts#leona kingscholar#leona kingsholar x reader#azul ashengrotto#azul ashengrotto x reader#jamil viper#jamil viper x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#vil schoenheit#idia shroud#idia shroud x reader#malleus draconia#malleus draconia x reader
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How they react when youâre on your period (Headcanons)
Characters:Â Gambit, Deadpool, and Wolverine.
Warnings:Â tooth rotting fluff, domestic bliss, mentions of pain, mentions of blood and getting stabbed (thanks, Wade!) â Reader is gender neutral but has a uterus!
Authors Note: Got kinda caught up with life and writing and forgot to post for a week, but I'm back now lol
Gambit:
Remy is the biggest, softest teddy bear ever when it comes to you
seeing you tired and uncomfortable feels like a punch in the gut for him, so he makes it his mission to right things
Anything you need or want, he'll get for you
Need better painkillers? He's already at the store.
Just want to take a nap together? Heâs dragging you to the nearest soft surface and holding you for hours
He cooks you all of your favorite comfort foods and keeps pints of your favorite ice creams stocked in your freezer
Heâs a big, strong guy, and because of his mutation he's always super warm to the touch
Not only does that make him fantastic to cuddle, but he becomes your personal heating pad (and he loves every second of it!)
Remy would go to the ends of the earth to fulfill even your slightest whim, meaning this man wonât sleep until heâs convinced youâre as happy, well fed, and comfortable as can be :)
Deadpool:
whoever said laughter was the best medicine is 100% right
his first line of defense is to distract you with humor
Wade is very used to blood and everything but the way youâre expected to just go about your day like everything is fine while youâre actively bleeding out is crazy to him
so crazy that he honestly finds you kinda scary (which in turn makes him find you even more sexy)
because of that heâd basically becomes your dedicated house husband for a week every month, frilly printed apron included
heâs doing laundry! (with too much soap)
heâs cooking dinner! (itâs burnt on one side, raw on the other, and somehow both over seasoned and extremely bland)
heâs giving you a massage at the end of each day! (theres no catch here. His hands are literal magic)
If your cramps get too bad, he even offers to let you stab him so he can better sympathize with you.
though if you accept, itâll just leave you both on the couch to groan in pain
Logan:
Logan, bless him, genuinely wouldn't know what to do at first
He knows it's just nature, but that doesn't make seeing you in pain any easier to deal with
It's not long before he becomes committed to fixing it (or at least easing your discomfort)
He'd secretly spend hours researching what he should do in his current situation
only to show up at your door that evening with big gift basket full of your favorite treats and products
Logan is a stoic man, so learning that he memorized all of your favorite things nearly brings you to tears
(but your tears turn into laughter when you see how panicked he is at your reaction)
after you take some medicine, you grab the snacks he brought you and settle in for a cute movie night
this is the only time heâll let you decide what to watch, and he only groans loudly (no claws this time) when you pick something cheesy or romantic :)
#deadpool and wolverine#gambit#gambit x reader#remy lebeau#remy lebeau x reader#deadpool#deadpool 3#Wolverine#logan howlett#xmen imagine#logan x reader#logan x you#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#wolverine x y/n#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x you#deadpool x reader#deadpool x you#deadpool x y/n#wade wilson#wade wilson x reader#marvel#marvel x reader#x men
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soft lauch? - đđŹđđ âœ
âż carlos sainz x influencer!reader (obvi)
âż y/n and carlos try to soft launch their relationship but his millennial mind canât comprehend the idea
â° i got a little crazy at the end guys so i sincerely apologize for that also thereâs a age gapâŠiâm sorry iâm obsessed with them sue me
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definitelynotyn is it time to start soft launching?
carlossainz55 Mi corazĂłn I need you to explain a soft launch to me again
‷ alexandrasaintmleux everyone take a minute to pray for y/n
â„ïž by author
landonorris LONGGGGG over due
‷ definitelynotyn weâve just been waiting for the right time
francisca.cgomes soft launch us? fs
‷ definitelynotyn letâs go over the captions
‷ carlossainz55 Alrighty then!
‷ pierregasly idc how many years go by iâll never get used to this
‷ definitelynotyn cry about it
‷ pierregasly i will
charles_leclerc You would hope so after almost 4 years of dating
‷ definitelynotyn itâs not our fault we can keep a secret sharl
‷ charles_leclerc Whatâs that supposed to mean đ€š
lilymhe carlos sainz deserves to be locked up for going after my little kitten when she turned 18 đŸ
‷ carlossainz55 Your just mad I got rizz
‷ lilymhe obviously not that good if your girl is eating lunch with me rn
‷ carlossainz55 @definitelynotyn Come home baby the kids miss you
‷ definitelynotyn omw đ
‷ lilymhe damnâŠsomeone took my bitch
georgerussell63 Nah iâm waiting for the hard launch engagement post
‷ carlossainz55 đ
alex_albon bros gonna catch a case đ
‷ danielricciardo Heâs ready to risk it all
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yn
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yn so baby girl coded đ
charles_leclerc My eyes đ
‷ yn oh please spare me the dramatics
landonorris you two make me sick đ€ą
‷ yn all iâm seeing is a bunch of hating jealous bitches đ€§đ„±
hoeforsainzzz guysâŠthat watch looks pretty familiar
f1wags đđđ
smoothoperator55 ykâŠiâve spent some time memorizing the arms and hands of the f1 drivers and let me tell youâŠthatâs gotta be carlos sainz đïžđïž
ynstan4lyfe some of you guys need to except the fact that carlos and her are just friends and nothing more
carlossainz55 Lucky guy
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operatorsainz ik yaâll seen that đ«Ł
danielricciardo How many times must I remind you that children are on this app
‷ yn itâs not my fault if they see it the age requirement is 13 đ€
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carlossainz55 4 years with you by my side â„ïž
charles_leclerc Tell her to cut her claws it looks like you asked a bear to scratch your back
‷ hoeforsainzzz HELLOOOO??????
carlossainzappendix HELLO THATS THE SAME PICTURE Y/N POSTED IN HER SOFT LAUNCH STHU
landonorris bless carlos and his millennial mind đ
iliveforcarlossainz welp this definitely wasnât on my 2024 bingo card
hearts4lando SHUT THE HELL UP 4 YEARS AND WE HAD NO CLUE?
flowersforyn soooâŠweâre not gonna talk about the 8 year age gap?
‷ alex_albon no his lawyers are on speed dial he was ready to risk it all
‷ yn shut up albono
yn oh baby đ
‷ carlossainz55 Did I do it wrong?
‷ yn yeah but itâs the thought that counts
maxverstappen1 Almost had it mate
alexandrasaintmleux whoever didnât pray for y/n this is your fault
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definitelynotyn why is bro tryna rizz me up
francisca.cgomes HAHAHA HES SO OLD WHO TYPES WITH AUTO CAPS
‷ carlossainz55 Mature adults
‷ definitelynotyn excuse me?
‷ carlossainz55 I can never win
‷ lilymhe HAHAHA THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR MESSING UP HER SOFT LAUNCH
charles_leclerc He actually was sweating like a bitch when he realized he posted the same picture
lewishamilton Roscoe misses his godmother heâs in need for a visit
‷ definitelynotyn stop iâm coming over tmr
oscarpiastri 29 year old spaniard seen running around paddock looking disheveled and almost in tears after the realization hit that he ruined his girlfriends soft launch
‷ definitelynotyn thanks for the update osc
carlossainz55 Babe please iâm on my knees begging forgive me
‷ landonorris stand up carlos
‷ definitelynotyn donât you have a race to lose or something?
‷ landonorris maybe in a different lifetimeâŠyou arenât my bully đ
‷ definitelynotyn oh go cry me a river
‷ landonorris i will
alexandrasaintmleux i wish charles was this down bad for me
‷ charles_leclerc GirlâŠâŠâŠ..
‷ yn is what you are? đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł
‷ charles_leclerc You are my biggest hater
‷ definitelynotyn proudly
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yn ruined my soft launch but itâs ok cause the D is fire đ„ yeah, i said it.
carlossainz55 Mi corazĂłn es tuyo â„ïž
‷ yn â„ïž
charles_leclerc You guys should pay for my therapy since iâve spent the last 4 years sleeping in the room next to yours
‷ carlossainz55 Get ear plugs
ynlos ik those bitches are like bunnies đ«Ł
hoeforsainzzz y/n giving us a little snack đ©
ynstan4lyfe i would like to take back what i said on her soft launch
danielricciardo Your pr managers are quaking with rage right now I know it
‷ yn i was gonna say something but then i chose peace đ
‷ georgerussell63 Thatâs a first
‷ yn alright bro your entire existence is a meme calm down đ€Łđ€Ł
‷ georgerussell63 I can always count on you to make me cry
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carlossainz55 Dibs
francisca.cgomes WOAH THERE BUDDY
arthur_leclerc thatâs enough instagram for the day.
landonorris my poor eyes
yn best pillow đ
‷ carlossainz55 Just for you
ynissocutiepatootie her side profile đđ
ynsmywife carlos sainz canât handle allat
carlando this altered my brain chemistry
carlitossainz brotha donât know what to do with allat
charles_leclerc Every time I open this app man I canât escape it đ
‷ yn is that a little bitch i hear?
‷ charles_leclerc You wound me
maxverstappen1 Wasnât prepared for that
carlossainz55 All you bitches can stay mad
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yns.asskisser Date night with the missus
yn WOOF WOOF MEOW đđđđ
đ€€ SMASH SMASH SMASH YOU CAN HAVE IT ANY DAY ANY WHERE ANY TIME
‷ yns.asskisser I love u mami
yn do you want head?
‷ yns.asskisser Always baby đ
‷ charles_leclerc JUST BECAUSE THIS IS A PRIVATE ACCOUNT DOESNT MEAN OTHER PEOPLE CANT SEE IT
landonorris aw you sick bastard
lilymhe what is it finna playâŠWOAHHHH
alexandrasaintmleux i miss the person i was 10 seconds ago
francisca.cgomes you and y/n put 50 shades of grey to SHAME
alex_albon so whoâs coming to church with me and lily on sunday? đ
‷ pierregasly me and kika
‷ charles_leclerc Me and alexandra
‷ oscarpiastri me and lily
‷ danielricciardo Me
‷ schecoperez Me
‷ maxverstappen1 Me
‷ yukitsunoda0511 Me
‷ lewishamilton Me and roscoe
‷ georgerussell63 Me and carmen
‷ landonorris me
‷ joris__trouche me
‷ lance_stroll me
‷ logansargeant me
‷ fernandoalo_oficial Me
‷ yn yaâll mad iâm getting my world rocked every night đ€Șđ€Ș
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#f1 smau#carlos sainz#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz imagine#carlos sainz fluff#carlos sainz smut#carlos sainz smau#f1 imagine#f1
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The Tireless Wife, ft. Red Velvet Irene
tags: creampie, deepthroatâyou know what, just read the whole thing, hm?
length: 8k+
author's note: I speedran this fic so please forgive me if it's too messy; I just wanted to make use of this free time.
p.s. this fic takes place before and after The Determined Wife.
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Irene walks in the bedroom as youâre gathering your consciousness after a very good, post-sex sleep. âAh, good morning, my love.â She high steps towards the bed to join you, taking her rightful place in your arms. âLove, on a scale of 1 to 10, how awake are you?â âSeven, probably.â You rub your eyes to see if maybe you can improve that score. âOkay, maybe eight and a half,â you revise.
Irene thinks that itâs not good enough; she wants you to be 100% in the right mind this morning, which is odd. She sits on your lap and starts kissing you passionately, seemingly in high spirits; sheâs likely very satisfied with the fact that youâve granted her wish to be bred.
âTell me again.â âNine and a half,â you tease. Your wife rolls her eyes. âUgh, please donât play hard to get.â You chuckle. âAww, come on, love; I just want more kisses.â She puts on the beautiful smile thatâs unique to her and only her. âAh, fine, you win.â
She comes in for one more deep kiss, going as far as invading the space of your mouth with her tongueâitâs unfortunate that she breaks it soon after, though. âIf that didnât make it 10, Iâm going to suck you off,â she says. âSounds tempting,â you tease, âwell, maybe laterâletâs get to your point first.â
With a smile, Irene fishes something out of her shorts pocket and hands it to you with a closed palm. It is only when she lets go that you can see what it is: a pregnancy test device with two lines on it. âIâm a mother, love,â Irene starts breaking into tears, âIâm a mother, and thereâs no question that youâre the father.â
Tears, endless of them, start flowing freely out of your eyes and onto your cheeks. âY-youâre pregnant, my love?â Your grip on the little test kit weakens as your hand starts tremblingâoh, look: a tear lands on the device, right where the little screen is. âI am,â Irene joins you in crying, âthank you for granting my wish.â
You put the small device to the side because you want to use your hands to hug your wife. âNo, no, no,â you say, âthank you for giving me such a huge blessing.â Irene starts crying more freely, and you canât help but do the same. âWeâre going to become parents, loveâisnât that crazy?â âIt is,â you agree with her, âthank you for making it possible for us, love.â
Irene pulls away from the hug, placing her hands on your shoulders instead. âYou need to get ready for work, donât you, loveâlet me start your shower.â You shake your head. âScrew work,â you say, âI want to spend this wonderful day with you and only you.â Your words draw a wide smile on her face. âSounds great, love.â
She turns around before leaning against your chest, placing your hand right on her stomach thatâs now occupied by the little oneâyour little one (the fetus hasnât formed yet, yes, but the point still stands). Irene giggles as you rub her belly gently. âYouâll need to come up with some names, love.â âYou first,â you say, âdo you have ideas?â She taps her chin as she thinks of a candidate. âJihoon-ie if itâs a boy, and Hyewon-ie if itâs a girl.â
Youâre a little startled; Jihoon was the name of your little brother who passed away just before he turned 9 years old (you were 13 at the time) due to cardiac arrest. Your parents, specifically your mom, took his passing heavily, falling into what you learned years later as depression, which explained why they werenât at home a lotâthey were busy seeking help from professionals, both at home and abroad.
Irene knows about this story, obviously; youâve taken her to his resting place a few times. âHis memories can live on with our child, love,â she explains the reason behind the idea. âIâm glad that you have that idea, but personally, I think Iâd let him rest,â you say, and Irene dares not argue.
âWhat about your ideas, love?â You take a few deep breaths as you try to come up with some names. âI donât have any boy names in my head, but Yeseo if itâs a girl,â you say. Irene likes your idea; she thinks that itâs such a pretty and cute name for a girl. âWell, weâll need to wait until they can tell if weâre having a son or a daughter.â
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Mr. Hwang, the cook, has made some fettuccine for breakfast, since Irene said that sheâs been craving pastaâa pregnant woman shall have what she wants. So, here you are: sitting at the table in the dining room with Irene, ready to fill your stomach with this tasty-looking dish.
Seeing the tall glass of water reminds you of something important that you want to address with Irene. âMy love,â you place a hand over hers, ânow that weâre going to become parents, letâs stop drinking alcohol, hm?â She nods enthusiastically. âI was about to suggest that idea to you, hon.â You smile. âIâm glad that weâre on the same page.â âAbout that, though,â she backtracks, âwhat about our collection? We have some nice wine and champagne.â
You ring the kitchen bell, and Mr. Hwang appears after a few seconds. âYes, sir?â âDo you drink, Mr. Hwang?â âI do, sir, occasionally,â he admits. âNice,â you put on a thumbs-up, âwould you like to keep our liquor collection? We want to stop drinking now that weâre expecting.â His eyes widen in surprise. âI would be honored, sir, but as far as I know, theyâre expensive.â You smile kindly while placing a hand on the side of his arm. âThe only thing I care about, Mr. Hwang, is my wife and my childâs healthâI donât care about those bottles.â âIf you say soâoh, and congratulations on the pregnancy, sir.â
After convincing Mr. Hwang to keep your collection of liquor for himself, you return to your wife. âMr. Hwang will take care of those bottles, love; we wonât have to throw them out,â you inform her. âErm, actually,â says Irene, âcan we give the Masseto to my parents, love?â You agree with her request, thus officially marking the start of the transition to a clear-headed life without alcohol.
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You invite Irene to join you on the sofa because you think that you have some things to discuss with her. âWhat do you want to talk about, love?â âWhich hospital do you want, and how do you want to deliver the baby?â After thinking about it for a while, Irene says she wants to try delivering without surgery but is open to it as the last option. As for the hospital, she chooses the Sacred Heart Hospital, which is a very good hospital thatâs also not too far from your house.
âNext up, our stuff,â you say, making Irene confused. âWhat do you mean?â âWell, weâre going to need a new car; I donât think transporting the 3 of us in that 911 or your Genesis is a good idea.â âDo you want to sell the 911?â No, you donât want to; Irene bought that silver speedster as a birthday present for you. âI was thinking that we should just buy a new oneâsomething that can accommodate us and our child comfortably.â She pulls out her phone to search for options, but you stop her. âThat doesnât have to happen today, love,â you say, âwe can think about that later on; I was just trying to get it out there, you know.â
Irene moves to sit on your lap. âI have some things to ask from you, love,â she starts on a new subject, âtell me what you think about them, okay?â You nod to get her to continue. âFirst, whenever possible, please come home early and donât spend too much time working.â You say yes without hesitation, which satisfies her. Work will always be there, but your childâs growth and other important moments only happen onceâwouldnât want to miss your childâs first word or first step, would you?
âSecond,â she puts up two fingers in front of your eyes, âplease have mercy on me when we have sex.â You ask her to elaborate further. âI know that we can get rough sometimes, so letâs turn it down a bit to make sure the child isnât in danger or anything.â âWhat about the frequency?â You take your turn to ask. âJust the usual, please; Iâll tell you when I want it, and you can tell me when you want it.â Again, without hesitation, you agree to her terms, which apparently serves as a segue for her next point.
âCan I have you, love?â You grin as you feel your cock getting hard. âYou certainly can, loveâcan I have you as well?â Irene giggles cutely. âThat goes hand-in-hand, doesnât it?â âJust wanted to make sure, baby.â
Because of the time and day, there are other people in the house (i.e. the cook and the cleaning staff), so the only place you can have sex in is the bedroom. On your way to the bedroom with Irene in your arms, she taps your chin to get your attention. âLove, Miss Jo wants to take a leave to visit her parents,â she says. âWeâll go out later and get her some stuff to take home.â
You set Irene gently onto the bed in compliance with her request to take things easier during sex. âAh, my gentle giant,â she comments. She hasnât used that nickname in quite some time, now that you think about it. That name was given to you by your fellow student council members (including Irene) back in university when you refused to beat up a toilet peeper and would rather have him formally punished by the university and charged by the victims. âI thought youâve forgotten that name.â She lets out a giggle. âHow can I forget, love?â
You come in for a kiss to indicate that youâve had enough chatter, and Irene welcomes you warmly as usual. âPlease, love,â she gulps, âplease start already.â You reach for her pajama top and undo the first button. âPatience, baby; I still need to undress you.â She cooperates by undoing her top starting from the bottom button and meeting you halfway. âThere, I helped,â she says, making you laugh a little. She then proceeds to pull down her shorts just as youâre about to ask her.
Your gaze lands on her firm belly where your child is being safely kept. âI hope you wonât hate me when my stomach gets bigger.â You shake your head rapidly. ïżœïżœThereâs no way Iâd hate you for thatâyouâre my wife and thatâs our child in your belly,â you say, and you see that Ireneâs eyes are threatening to burst.
You join her in bed after undressing yourself and after she has taken off her underwear. You then pull her into a hug and peck her head everywhere, making her let out that lovely laugh thatâs special to her. Once you stop, she places her hands on each side of your face. âI swear on everything I have that Iâm so glad that I ended up with you and not with that Kim Junghwan guy.â âHe never deserved you,â you say, demeaning. âThat is true,â she agrees with you, âyou and only you, love.â
You take the bottom position today, letting Irene have her way with you. âI have a feeling that Iâd not be able to ride you as well with a big belly,â she comments as she moves to sit on your lap. Youâre starting to get ticked off, but at the same time, sheâs coming from a good place, so for now, you simply let out a sigh. âLove, please donât worry about the sex; weâll adapt as the pregnancy continues. Just focus on your health and stress levels, please.â Irene places her hands on her chest. âThatâs touching, loveâthank you.â
With your cock in hand, she aims it at her entrance. âHere I go,â she notifies you, as if you couldnât see what sheâs doing. Irene slowly goes down on your shaft, hugging it with her tight and warm walls. You breathe deeply as she starts moving up and down. âFuck, thatâs good,â you praise her to rile her up. âYeah, daddy?â There it is: the kink that you love the mostâIrene has always been quick to use it.
Irene bends backwards slightly and fixes her grip on your knees. After making sure that sheâs steady, she starts moving faster on your cock, and you desperately want to hold those bouncing plump tits of hers. âDaddy, daddy,â she chants, âoh, youâre so deep in me, daddy.â âKeep it up, babyâfuck, youâre doing so well.â
Irene might not be the best at working out, but damn is she good at managing her stamina during sex; it feels like she has this extra battery pack thatâs specifically used for sex, and as long as praises and words of affirmation keep flowing out of your lips, that battery will never die.
âOh, no, daddy,â she slows down a little, âI think Iâm about to cum.â âI donât see the problem with that.â You slap her butt a few times to get her to speed up again. âGo on, baby; be good and cum for me.â Irene nods and picks up the pace again, trying to adhere to your command to âbe good.â
Ireneâs thighs shake violently when her first orgasm hits while her walls are gripping your shaft very tightly, making it very hard to you to not just bust right here. You pull her towards you and hug her. âGood job, loveâvery good job.â âYouâoh, you always bring the best out of me, daddy,â she replies despite the heavy pants. âI can say the same about you, love,â you whisper back.
Without retreating from her pussy, you roll over until youâre the one on top. âYouâre so sweaty, love,â you comment while wiping her forehead, âthat mustâve been exhausting for you.â Irene shakes her head feebly. âA-anything to make you happy, daddy.â The way she always puts your pleasure as the top priority is touching. âAlright, letâs take a breather first, okay?â
âTake a breather,â you say, but youâre still slowly moving back and forth in her pussy, making her let out soft moans despite the exhaustion. âHa-have mercyâplease, daddy,â she utters faintly, almost too quiet to reach your ears. âDonât worry, baby; Iâm being gentle.â
As you keep fucking her like this, you can feel your orgasm inching closer, so you pause for now. âOkay, Iâm going to stop hereâI donât want to cum without your full attention.â âB-but you have my attention, daddy.â You chuckle. âYour eyes are barely open, love.â When you see her opening her mouth to make an argument, you quickly lean in for a kiss to interrupt her. âRelax, love, we have all day.â
Youâve spent the last few minutes kissing (while still being inside her), and Irene is the first to break it. âWhen are you going to give me your cum, daddy?â You assess that she has recovered enough for you to finish this, so to answer her, âRight now.â You straighten your back and prepare to start. âWhere do you want it, love?â Irene scoffs. âWhere else?â âBut what about your career?â The callback to the career vs. child argument makes her laugh. âIâm literally pregnant right now, in case you forgotâfill me however much you want, daddy.â
You place her legs together on one side of your shoulder and start fucking her. Irene promptly places her hands on her tits, doing whatever she can to add more stimulation on top of that youâre giving her. âDaddy, youâre close, arenât you? I can feel it, you know.â You let out a hum to answer her. âGive it to me whenever, daddy.â
You fasten your grip on her legs as you turn up the pace to the maximum of your ability. Your wife has now been reduced to moans and screams; she no longer has the headspace to play with her tits and instead just puts her hands on each side of her head.
âLove, Iââ Before you can finish your sentence, semen escapes your shaft and enters her body, making her let out a long, sensual moan because of the warmth. âOh, daddy,â she gasps, âoh, God, youâve filled me again.â You let go of her legs and fall limply onto her body. âI love you, baby,â you say right into her ear. âI love you more, daddy.â
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As you roll closer towards your house, you see your wife patiently waiting for you in the front garden among the flowers. She turns her head and puts on a smile for you, and you swear to God that exhaustion and stress from work has been taken away, and along with it, your breath.
You quickly jump out of your car, stumbling on your own leg in the process. âWelcome home, love,â she greets you with open arms. You take your rightful spot in her arms, and you can feel her belly bump against yours. âTired, love?â âI was but not anymore,â you say. âItâs like magic, isnât itâthe moment you see your significant other, everything else just disappears.â âAbsolutely,â you agree with her.
Irene invites you to sit on the garden bench with her, but you opt to take a knee in front of her instead. You rub her belly gently to greet your little one, and Irene looks at you with a smile of approval. âI want to say that Iâm tired, but it doesnât feel right.â You furrow your eyebrows. âWhy not?â âI mean, itâs you who went to work, not me.â âThatâs absurd; you might be at home, but I imagine being pregnant is tiring.â You can tell that she wants to make another argument, but the way youâre looking at her right in the eyes makes her bury that intention.
âHave you eaten, by the way?â Irene nods. âI asked Mr. Hwang to make me lentil soup for lunch.â Lentil soup sounds nice and healthy, which is important for a pregnant woman. âIt was so delicious, by the way.â You laugh. âHeâd be in deep trouble if it wasnât.â
You think that this is enough catching up for now and that itâs time to get into the house, so you carry her inside safely. Irene says she wants to watch TV because sheâs âtired of being in the bedroom,â so you put her down on the sofa and hand her the remote. You then tell her that youâll join her after taking a quick shower.
When you get back to the living room to join her, you see that Irene is watching this little documentary on Giethoorn, this beautiful hamlet in the Netherlands where rivers run everywhere. She keeps letting out wows as shots of the area are shown on screen, deeply immersed in the show. âDo you think we can move there one day, love?â âOh, man, I hope so; that looks like a really nice place to live in.â Irene turns your head towards you. âMaybe if we canât live in the Netherlands, we can live in some quieter place insteadâDamyang or Jinhae, perhaps?â You smile at her. âWeâll see what we can do, alright?â Not satisfied with just words, she makes you make a pinky promise that youâll seriously consider it.
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You didnât know that you fell asleep, only waking up because you feel soft pokes on your thigh.
âHngh?â
âLove, youâre tired, arenât you?â
âA little.â
âPlease, that doesnât look like a little.â
âA little lot, perhaps,â you change your answer.
âI was going to invite you to sleep, but you havenât eaten yet.â
âThatâs fine, love.â
âNo, itâs not fineâdo you want to have food delivered here?â
âEh, sure,â you accept her offer, âorder something light for me, please.â
Irene doesnât say anything, presumably busy scrolling through the food delivery app to find something for you. âLight, light, lightâwhatâs something thatâs light?â âA lampâhaha, get it?â Irene slaps your thigh for your joke. âDaddy is really funny, isnât he, Hyewon-ah?â Hearing your wife say that name startles you a tad. âHyewon-ah? Really?â âI donât know,â Irene shrugs, âI just like that name.â âOh, I thought weâve found out if weâre having a daughter.â
Irene focuses on ordering food again, and something finally catches her fancy. âWhat about some toast, love?â âWhat toast?â She shows you the available options, from peanut butter toast to kimchi and cheese toast. âGet me one peanut butter toast, please.â She says that itâs a better deal to order at least 3 toasts, so she adds some other toast to the order. âItâll be here in around 45 minutes, love.â You thank her for the help and then invite her to rest her head on your lap.
âLove me, please,â she says in this aegyo-esque voice. You bend down and peck her on the forehead. âAnything specific, love?â Irene opens and closes her mouth a few times, seemingly trying to judge if she should speak her mind. âYouâre so tired, though,â she utters, and you can already tell what sheâs getting at. âYou want me between your legs, donât you?â Your wife covers her red face. âW-well, if you put it like thatâŠâ âWeâll wait until I have some food in my stomach and see how we can proceedâdo we have a deal?â âYes, deal!â The way her voice cracks makes you laugh. âMy, my, arenât you a cutie?â
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The toasts are here: youâve grabbed the bag from the delivery man and put it on the living room table.
You pick up the box with the text âPBâ written on it. Irene says that she has bought some toast from this place before and hopes that youâll like it like she does. You nod in satisfaction after taking the first bite. âI think I know what brand of peanut butter this is,â you comment. She scratches her head in cluelessness. âI donât know, love; they all taste the same to me.â
You notice that Irene has two hands on top of each other on her stomach and keeps licking her lips while watching you eat. âWant to have a bite, lovely?â She nods timidly. âIt looks so good,â she admits, âb-but I donât know if I should eat.â You tilt your head in confusion. âWhy not?â âErm, I think thatâs ultra-processed foodâthatâs one. Two, I donât want to gain too much weight.â Weight can be quite a sensitive subject, especially considering that your wife has always been paying close attention to it.
You keep chewing as you think of a reasonable answerâwell, here it goes: âIâm sure that you have good intentions, but Iâm almost certain that one toast wonât hurt you or Hyewon-ie.â You can tell that sheâs starting to get swayed, as proven by how she has a box with âCHOCOâ written on it in her hands. âForgive me, Hyewon-ah, but I really want this toast.â
You panic a little when Irene sheds a tear after taking a bite. âOh my, are you okay, love?â She nods again. âT-this is so good, but I feel so guilty for eating thisâoh, Iâm so sorry, Hyewon-ah.â You put down your and her toast on the table so that you can hold her hands. âLove, love,â you try to get her to focus on you, âitâs okay, no one is yelling at you for eating one toastânot me, not Doctor Shin, and certainly not Hyewon-ie.â âA-are you sure?â âYes,â you say in a resolute tone. âWeâll be just fine, trust me.â
Feeling decently comforted and assured by your words, Irene asks if she can have her toast again, so you give it back to her. You make sure you donât forget to wipe that random tear off her cheek while youâre at it. âThank you,â she utters softly. âYouâre welcome, my love,â you say equally softly.
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After finishing those tasty and quite filling toast, Irene asks if she can have you between her legs, so you stand up from your seat and stretch your body to warm up. âI apologize in advance if I finish too fast; Iâm kind of tired.â Your wife shakes her head. âAs long as your load is mine, I donât really see the problem with finishing fastâIâll probably finish before you, anyway.â
Thereâs only you and your wife in this house right now, but that doesnât change the fact that sex should only happen in the bedroom for the next 6 to 7 months; itâs more comfortable for her and safer for your child.
After getting undressed, Irene asks to be helped sit on the stool that she prepared earlier today. âIt seems like you have an idea,â you comment. âYes,â she says, âI want you back there.â âWhat happened to turning it down?â âThis isnât our first time, is itâjust remember to be gentle.â
You open the bedside drawer to find the lube and see that itâs not there. âWe donât have lube?â Irene looks away to hide her red cheeks. âErm, I might or might not have used it earlier.â You furrow your eyebrows. âYou used it? For what?â She shyly admits that she fucked herself in the rear with a dildo this afternoon. âI-I wanted to prepare for you, because I know you like it when I think ahead.â
Itâs not strange or new to you that your wife is lustful; youâve known that for years at this point. That said, youâd think that being pregnant would turn that lustfulness down, but it doesnât seem like it so farâin fact, it feels like sheâs more lustful than ever.
You stand in front of her and hold her chin. âOh, love, what would you do without meâwho could satisfy you if not me?â âI donât know, daddy; itâs always been you since day one.â You reward her with a kiss for answering correctly. âMay I, then?â Irene giggles slightly. âCertainly.â
You walk around and look for your target. âIâm pulling this plug out, alright?â After getting a nod of approval from your wife, you gently tug on the plug. âNgh!â Irene clenches her fists when she feels her rear being stretched by the wide part of the plug. âRelax, loveâitâs almost out.â With a pop, the plug is finally out of her tight ass, and you quickly put your mouth on it for the first time ever in this marriage, making your wife gasp in shock. âDaddy, no, Iâm dirty there.â
You ignore her and keep running your tongue on her puckered hole; quite fun, you must admit. Occasionally, you try parting her cheeks apart so that you can put the tip of your tongue in her rear.
Feeling weak, Irene starts tumbling forwards, but you catch her just in time to save her from going face first onto the floor. âGod, youâre so crazy, daddy.â âYour new task, baby, is to keep it clean all the timeâis that clear?â Irene nods in obedience. âY-yes, sir; I will try my best.â You squeeze her butt cheek lightly. âGood girl,â you praise her.
You get on your feet and hug the panting woman from behind. âAre you alright?â âY-yesâfuck, youâre fucking crazy.â You pinch a nipple, more surprising than painful. âThatâs not how you speak to me, woman.â âS-sorry, sir, b-but you are indeed crazy.â You kiss her on the back of the head. âI hope you didnât mind, by the way.â Your wife shakes her head. âNotâoh, not at all.â
âSir, daddy,â Irene canât choose between the two, âwould you fuck my ass, please?â âThought youâd never ask, baby.â You stroke your shaft to make sure that itâs properly hard and ready while your wife spreads her butt cheeks to give you access. You place the tip right on the entrance of her forbidden hole. âAre you ready, baby?â âYesâoh, God, fuck, yes.â
You waste little time and go deep right away into her warmed-up hole. âFuck, youâre always so tight right here.â âHngh! Ngh!â Irene can only let out grunts as sheâs getting overwhelmed by the stimulation youâre giving her. âNo one can touch you like I do, hm?â She shakes her head weakly as a response, still unable to say anything back.
You hook her arms backwards as you get ready to fuck her to make sure she doesnât fall off the stool. âIâm yours, daddyâfuck me however you want,â she says, as if it was ever a question. âBet.â
With this steady posture, you start fucking her ass roughly, forcing Irene to scream with each thrust delivered. âMy husband is fucking amazingâHyewon-ah, daddy is fucking amazing,â Irene thinks as the sounds of your hips crashing against her butt enter her ears.
As time goes on, everything starts to get blurry for Irene, and it doesnât help that from this position, she has no control over how fast youâre fucking her. âP-please stop,â she says weakly, hoping that itâll still reach your ears amongst the clapping sounds. It doesnât seem like you heard her, though; youâre still fucking her ass recklessly, which leaves her no other choice but to just yell out loud. âDADDY, STOPâPLEASE!â Hearing her scream makes you stop abruptly with more than half your shaft still lodged in her ass. âDaddy, please, let me breathe,â Irene begs.
Still panting, you gently retreat from her gaped ass. âOh my God, Iâm so sorry,â you just realize how rough youâve been. âOh, God, Iâm so sorry, love,â you repeat to show sincerity. You pull her into your arms and take a seat on the edge of the bed, and the sight of your wife crying (from getting fucked in the ass, nonetheless) twists your heart like nothing else. You keep repeating apologies while rubbing her stomach gently, hoping that doing so could also tell Hyewon that youâre regretful of your actions.
Irene feebly reaches for your face. âI-itâs okay; it was good until it became overwhelming, daddy.â You lie her down on her side and inspect the result of your recklessnessâit seems like she didnât get injured by your shaft. âI think youâre fine, baby.â âGreat,â she replies, âso what are you waiting for?â You blink rapidly in confusion. âI thought you were in pain?â âI never said that,â she shrugs. Seeing that youâre silent, Irene piles on. âCâmon, look at yourself, daddy: youâre still hard and ready to fuck meâlet me finish the job, please.â âFine,â you give up, âIâm not getting in your ass again, though.â
Irene says that you have a deal and asks you to lie down so that she can take control, which is fine by you; youâve had enough âfunâ being dominant tonight. You keep an eye on your wife as she aims your shaft towards her entrance from the cowgirl position. You grit your teeth when Irene slowly sits down on your cockâyouâre in her ass again. âOh, fuck, welcome back, daddy.â âI thought we had a deal.â âI donât know what youâre talking about,â Irene deflects, âanyway, I hope you enjoy the ride, hihihi.â
Irene rests her subtly bulged belly on your body while her hips are busy bouncing up and down along your length. She keeps chanting âyouâre in my assâ as if you canât tell that you are indeed in her ass. You reach around and slap her butt. âGo faster.â Having planted her hands on your chest, Irene tries to bounce faster on your cock. âOh, oh, yesâhowâs this, daddy?â Itâs you who canât respond this time; just like earlier, the way her muscles are squeezing you prevents you from thinking straight and coming up with words to say.
You rest your head on the pillow while your wife is busy fucking herself on your cock (while moaning so freaking freely), and for some reason, your eyelids feel like they weighed 100 kilogramsâwhat the hell are they so heavy for? âYou must be close, daddy,â Irene makes a keen observation. âUh-huh,â are all that escape your lips. Hearing that youâre close serves as fuel for Irene to keep up the tempo and make you bust with her ass; this tireless woman can be very crazy in bed, pregnant or not.
âLove, Iâm about toâoh, fuck, Iâm about to bust,â you warn her. âYeah?â Her voice is barely heard thanks to the endless clapping noises. You grip the pillow your head is resting on as your cock starts twitching wildly in her rear. âBaby, please,â you let your desperation to cum be known to her.
Irene slams herself down onto your body, and you instantly erupt, surprising the both of you at the same time. She throws her head back as your warm semen floods her ass. âOh, oh, yes, daddy.â It was her who did all the work, but itâs you whoâs panting heavily.
âLove, thank you so much.â Irene removes you from her ass and lies down next to you. âEven when tired, youâre still so strong,â she praises while her hand runs along your length. âWhatâs your secret, daddy?â âYouâre my secret; if it wasnât for you, I wouldnât be like this.â You let out a low moan when your wife manages to squeeze the last bit of semen out of you. âYouâre so cute, you know that?â You chuckle. âNo, I donât.â
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It feels odd to not have Irene welcome you at the driveway, especially since sheâs been doing that consistently for the past few weeks, too. Her Genesis is parked neatly in the usual spot, so she must be at home, but where is she?
âIâm home.â You close the door behind you and scan your surroundingsâstill no sign of your wife, making you wonder if perhaps sheâs asleep. You make your way towards the bedroom, and your jaw drops immediately when you see her kneeling on the floor while being almost entirely naked. Irene buckles a little, presumably because she feels a fetus kick. âEven Hyewon-ie doesnât approve,â you comment.
You rub the side of her face gently. âWhat on Godâs green earth are you trying to do, love?â The ball gag in her mouth prevents her from answering, but she has this little spanker in her hands that sheâs trying to hand over to you. âLove, please, what are you doing?â Irene just looks at your feet while her hands are on her thighs. âThis isnât how a woman in her second trimester is supposed to behave, is it?â You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths to get yourself together. âFine, Iâll play your game.â
Your wife steals some glances as you undress in front of her, and when youâre finished, you take the time to take off her bra, exposing her tits that you swear have grown bigger recently. You then lift her onto her feet to remove her panties, and Irene instantly drops back down onto the floor after youâre done. âOh, youâre that serious, arenât you?â
You pick up the slim paddle from the floor and prepare to swing. âWait, where do I hit her?â You look for places to hit her on, but the more you think about it, the more that you donât want to do it. That said, you imagine that itâd disappoint her if you chicken out, so you decide to play along until she taps out.
You hit her on the right shoulder once. âNgh!â Irene lets out a yelp of surprise when the paddle lands. âThatâs one.â You move the paddle to your other hand and hit her on the left shoulder. âIâll count until 29, okay?â Irene nods in response, and thatâs when you look for other targets.
You ask her to show you her palms and hit them successively. âAny ideas?â Your wife taps her thighs, indicating that she wants to be hit there, so you hit those two spots, harder than youâd like to admit, making her grunt in pain. âSorry.â That sounds less sincere than youâd like, but itâs okay, youâll make it up to her later.
Before you continue, you join her on the floor and unlatch the gag. âThis doesnât look comfortable, so Iâm taking it off,â you say. Irene relaxes her mouth now that sheâs free. âThank you, master.â You sigh. âMaster? Really?â Irene nods enthusiastically. âYes, master.â
You stand back up and swing at her tender breasts out of nowhere. âFucking naughty, arenât you?â As Irene opens her mouth to say something, you hit her breasts again. âYouâre pregnant, and this is how you fucking act? Explain yourself.â You tell her to explain herself, but you donât give her the chance to do so, interrupting her with a hit on the forearm. âM-master, please.â âPlease what?â You subconsciously raise your tone. âPlease punish me; I-Iâve been naughty.â You roll your eyes. âFuck it, weâre going back to zero.â
You hit her on different places in rapid succession, and Irene screams after each one. âHow many?â âS-six, master.â âGood,â you praise her emptily, âcount to 18, slut.â You initially chose 29, which is the date she was born, but changed it to 18, which is the date you were born. As much as youâre putting on a cold charade for her, you donât have the heart to hit her 29 fucking times.
You tell her to get on her hands and knees to expose other parts of her body. You smack her on the back a few times before moving on to her butt and hitting it a few more times. âHow many?â Irene chokes up momentarily before she manages to get her answer out. âT-twelve, sir.â
To end the show, you give her some hard hits on the back of her thighs. âE-eighteen, master.â âOn your knees,â you command, and Irene obeys right away. âExplain yourself, or else.â âI-I was just trying new stuff,â she says. âIs that it?â Irene just nods, and you canât help but sigh, feeling somewhat frustrated by her simple answer.
âLove, be honest with me: why are you acting like this?â After taking a deep breath, Irene proceeds to explain the whole thing, from how she tore the left rear tire of her car against an elevated curb while trying to pull into a gas station this afternoon, to the fact that she touched herself thrice while thinking about you. âL-like I said, Iâve been very naughty.â You exhale deeply. âThose few things donât require punishmentâespecially not of this sort.â Your wife shakes her head. âBut I want to be punished,â she insists.
âHave you had enough, or what?â Irene slowly shifts her gaze to meet yours, and you know that she knows that youâre aroused, as shown by your erect cock. âDo whatever you please, master,â she says, hiding her excitement behind the façade of obedience.
Still kneeling in front of you, Irene eases you into her mouth. You place a hand on the back of her head and pull her towards you, forcing your cock deeper. Sheâs taken you deep plenty of times, so this is neither new nor difficult for her. âHold it there and count to 10.â After finishing her count, Irene retreats until only your tip is in her mouth. âVery goodânow do it 9 more times.â
Irene does as you command, doing each repetition passionately, much to your satisfaction. âThatâs very good, love,â you make sure you donât forget to praise her. You retreat from her wet mouth to let her breathe, and she promptly inhales sharply. âI-I hope I did well, sir.â You smile kindly. âOf course; you always do everything so well.â
You take a seat on the edge of the bed while you wait for Irene to get herself together. âAnything else, master?â A lit bulb appears over your head. âIs it just me, love, or have your breasts gotten bigger?â She takes a quick look at herself. âI-I think they have indeed grown, master.â âThey look so soft, donât you think?â She nods to your question. âWould you like to touch them, sir?â âI have a better idea,â you say, âput them around my cock.â
Irene crawls towards you and places your cock right between her extra plump tits. âLike this, sir?â You moan in a low voice as your shaft grinds against her tits. âYouâoh, fuck, youâre so good at every-fucking-thing.â Your wife blushes. âI aim to please, master.â âOh, trust me, Iâm very pleased right now, love.â
Much to your pleasure, Irene presses her chin against her chest and catches your tip with her mouth every time it pokes through her tits. You pet her head gently. âGood fucking job, babyâfuck, Iâm about to bust.â âPlease, give me your cum, master.â Irene moves her tits faster, eager to have your first load of the day.
You throw your head back and close your eyes as semen spurts out of the tip of your cock, landing all over her face and chest. âOh my, very thick,â she comments. âI love how you taste, master; your diet works well for me too, you know.â You chuckle. âGood to know, baby.â
You invite Irene to lie down in bed with you. âYou havenât cum yet.â âYes, I have; I told you I touched myself a lot today.â You get your tie from the messy pile of clothes. âHands above your head, please.â She puts her hands together above her head, and you tie them together. âAre we ready?â Irene looks at you nervously. âPlease have mercy, master; Iâve had a lot of orgasm today.â âThat wasnât my doing, was it?â
Irene gasps in shock when she feels your hand on her little nub. âSensitive much?â âPlease, master.â âPlease what, baby?â âI need to cum again, masterâmake me cum with your hands, please.â âWell, since you asked so nicely.â You use one hand to stimulate her nub and use the other to play with her tits, going fast and fervent right from the gate.
In the moment of high stimulation, Irene accidentally kicks you in the headâhow did that even happen? âThatâs not nice.â âI-Iâfuck, Iâm so sorry, master. I didnât mean it.â âThatâs strike one, Miss Bae,â you warn. To punish her behavior, you increase the intensity of stimulation on her pussy, making her jolt around more. Itâs fine if she were to kick you again; you have some more ideas in your head to get her back.
Your wife keeps moaning loudly and freely as her fourth orgasm looms ahead. âMaster, master,â Irene begs for your attention, âI wonât last too long, master.â âOh, is that so?â You plunge two fingers into her pussy and finger-fuck her, and Irene canât help but moan, possibly until her voice disappears.
Your hand starts getting tired, but as timing has it, sheâs also very, very close to orgasm. With an ear-piercing scream, Irene explodes: her legs are shaking violently, and her juice is coming out torrentially. âVery, very good, my loveâyouâre such a big bomb, arenât you?â You free her hands and move to barrage her sweaty head with pecks. âWeâll wait until youâre relaxed before doing anything else, alright?â
Amid all this, you notice that youâre getting rock hard again. You start stroking your cock with the sight of your naked wife in front of you. Irene, in her exhausted state, looks at you. âDonât waste your cum,â she says vaguely. âWhat do you mean?â âPut it somewhere in me, master,â she clarifies. You stop for a moment. âYouâre very exhausted, love. I donât want to burden you with more sex.â Your wife shakes her head. âI can take it, donât worry.â
You take a position in between her legs, aiming your cock at her pussy in the process. You announce that youâre going in, and Irene moans weakly at the first contact. She tells you that you need to do all the work this, citing her exhaustion. âNever thought Iâd hear such words from you; youâve been tireless recently,â you say, earning a little chuckle from her.
You kiss her while your shaft goes in and out of her, dropping whatever charade youâve been using these past few hours. âI love you, babyâI love you so fucking much.â âI-I love you more, honâyouâre the best for me.â Her warm words make you smile. âIâll stay by your side until death do us part, my love.â âYou have a deal.â You hug her tightly when your second load of the day enters her body.
âWeâll rest a bit, if thatâs okay with you.â âSure,â Irene says, âI canât even stand up right now.â
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You feel rapid taps on your chest, making you wake up crassly in surprise. When your eyes are open enough to provide vision, you see that your wife is seated in bed with Yeseo in her arms. âYes, love?â Irene doesnât answer your question and instead, starts breaking down in tears. âC-can you take care of her a little? I-I want to rest.â
You slap yourself as hard as you can for leaving your wife to sleep and, in turn, forcing her to tend to your child alone. âMy goodness, Iâm so sorry, love.â You open your hands to receive your daughter who is wrapped snug with a little blanket, and Irene immediately falls flat onto the bedâsheâs still crying, though. âGo to sleep if you can, love; Iâll keep her safe.â âIâm such a bad mom,â she insults herself unnecessarily, âI canât even stay up for my daughter.â âNo, youâre not a bad momâtrust me, youâre not.â To offer her some peace, you tell her that youâll be in the living room with Yeseo until morning. âIâll see you later, okay?â You give her a peck as a parting gift.
âYeseo-yah,â you whisper softly, âwhile mommy catches her breath, weâll hang out in the living room, okay?â Having been born just a few weeks ago, Yeseo canât respond much aside from a small head movement, which youâll gladly accept as an answer. âWeâre going to get along very well, arenât we, sweetie?â
You turn on the TV to watch something in an attempt make sure you donât fall asleep, and thatâs when you see the time: 02:09 a.m. âWeâre staying up late, sweetieâI hope you wonât make this a habit when youâre grown up,â you comment.
You make sure that the TV is muted so that it doesnât startle your daughter when this video starts. âOh my, look at that place, Yeseo-yah.â A shot of beautiful countryside scenery in Jeju steals your attention, and itâs very hard to resist the temptation to move there with your family. âWhat do you say we move there, sweetie?â Yeseo lets out a small squeal, and you guess that sheâs interested in living there. âAha, great minds think alike, hey?â
You remember your wife asking if the family can move to somewhere quieter to raise Yeseo in, and now that sheâs actually here, youâre really contemplating the opportunity. In your head, you try to think about what work would be like if you lived in a place like Jeju, which is even farther from the big capital. Your brain suggests stepping down from your post and earning from dividends, which sounds like a sound idea. Irene had stepped down from her position of director of risk management two months before Yeseo was born, so itâs not the craziest idea to follow suit.
âThereâs nothing I wouldnât do for you and mommy, Yeseo-yah.â You want to say that youâre willing to die for them, but Ireneâs words enter your mind: why die for family, if you can be healthy and stay by their side instead? You laugh a little as you recall that exchange. âMommy is an amazing person, sweetie. Sometimes I canât believe I ended up with her.â
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Irene wakes up around 6 hours later, feeling somewhat refreshed after a decent nightâs sleep. The first thing she does is obviously to check up on her husband and daughter.
âLook at you: sleeping with Yeseo in your hands.â Irene unlocks her phone and takes a picture of you sleeping with your mouth wide open while Yeseo is chilling in your arms. She gets teary eyes looking at this scene in the living room.
She never had the idea of being childfree and has taken a more neutral stance about it, but at the same time, having Yeseo is quite the surprise turn of her life.
Irene quietly joins you on the sofa to not disturb your peace. âLove, love,â she whispers, trying to get you to wake up, âwake up, please; itâs time for work.â âScrew work,â she hears you say, âIâm stepping down.â She knows that youâre referring to your job. âAre you sure?â âYes,â you reply again, âweâre moving to Jeju.â
Before getting too excited, Irene makes sure youâre awake. âLove, seriously, wake up.â The way youâre suddenly looking at her with eyes wide open makes her jump. âYes?â âWere you serious about moving to Jeju?â You nod. âIâve talked with Yeseo about it, and she agreed.â Irene bursts out laughing, shaking her head in amusement. âSure, she did.â âJust ask her yourself if you donât believe me.â
She plays along with your joke and asks Yeseo about her opinion on moving out of the big city, to which she replies by crying out loud, taking the two of you by surprise. âWhat, what, what,â you panic, âis she hungry? Sheâs probably hungry, right?â Irene unbuttons her pajama to expose a nipple Yeseo can latch on, so you hand your daughter over to her to be breastfed.
âSorry, love, but these tits arenât solely yours anymore,â Irene quips. You start laughing out loud, finding it difficult to stop. âWhatâwhat are you talking about? Why did you say it like that?â Your wife joins you in laughing. âI donât knowâit just felt right to say it.â You shake your head, highly amused by your wifeâs odd statement. âItâs fine; Iâm totally content with sharing them with Yeseo,â you clarify.
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You take one last look at your house that is now empty. âWe spent a fortune on this house, didnât we, love?â You nod in agreement. âItâs crazy how much we bought this place for,â you reply. âI hope you wonât regret moving out,â Irene expresses her concern. You look at her right in the eyes while your hands are on either side of her waist. âWeâre doing this for Yeseoâthis is bigger than just the two of us, love.â
You walk with her outside towards the driveway, where Yeseoâs stroller is parked. âIsnât she so cute?â âShe is,â you say, âI swear I will do and give everything for you and her.â Irene puts on a big smile.
âWeâll give her a good life and a bright future, love.â
âWe absolutely will.â
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