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Personality:
At first glance, Vic comes across as reserved and ordinary, maintaining cordial relationships without actively seeking friendships. However, once she grows close to someone, her brighter, more playful side shines throughâsheâs witty, bantering, and a bit tomboyish. She dislikes feeling restricted and tends to rebel against rules she finds unfair or unreasonable. While she firmly denies being a "mom friend," (she repulses the thought even) her actions often tell a different story. Sheâs fiercely loyal, quietly looking out for her friends and always stepping in to support them when theyâre in need, even if she doesnât admit it outright.
Though Vic sometimes comes across as naive or a bit of an airhead, itâs often by designâshe purposefully plays the fool, keeping others guessing about her true thoughts and intentions. Why does she do this? Well⌠whatever the reason, thereâs more to her than meets the eye.
Backstory:
Vic was once a naive, pure-hearted child, eager to please and willing to follow anyoneâs whims. That all changed after a traumatic incident during a school trip to the woods. A classmate told her, âWait right here and donât move. Iâll be right back.â Obediently, she stayed put, unnoticed by her teachers or classmates. Hours passed as she waited, terrified and alone, until she was finally found by school staff after her mother reported her missing. This event left a deep scar on Vic, and the phrase âIâll be right backâ still triggers a wave of unease in her. Afterward, her submissive tendencies only worsened. She believed that by doing everything people asked, sheâd be liked and accepted, avoiding the risk of being abandoned or badmouthed. Throughout middle school, this behavior made her an easy target for manipulation and psychological abuse. By her final years of high school, something within her snapped. The years of mistreatment awakened a rebellious, sharp-edged side. Vic stopped letting people walk all over her, becoming grumpier, colder, and more distrustful. She built a fortress around her true emotions, frequently lying or feigning indifference to protect herself. Though she hated the version of herself her pain had created, she learned to survive in her own way.
After graduating, Vic celebrated the end of that painful chapter in her life and vowed to reinvent herself. But just three days later, her plans were upended when she was hit by a mysterious carriage.
After the events of the prologue and her enrollment at NRC alongside Grim, Vic was struck by the mortifying realization that sheâd have to relive high school all over again. Adding insult to injury, she remembered that, at the time she was hit by the mysterious carriage, she had been on her way to celebrate her graduation with an açaĂ smoothieâa treat she never got to enjoy. To this day, she canât help but lament the smoothie that never was.
Notable relationships:
Jack Howl đş
At first, Vic was intimidated by Jack, fearing heâd be as condescending and judgmental as her classmates from middle school. However, once she got to know him, his caring and loyal nature quickly won her trust. Because of her magicless status and petite stature, Jackâs protective instincts naturally kick in around her. He often escorts her across campus, which leads to them spending more time together and growing closer.
Vic admires Jackâs honesty and strong sense of justiceâqualities she found rare during her school days. His loyalty and protective behavior deeply touch her, even when he tries to hide it behind his tsundere demeanor (which she secretly finds adorable). Around Jack, Vic feels safe in a way she hasnât before.
As their bond deepens, they begin to pine for each other, turning what should be simple interactions into painfully awkward moments. Jackâs straightforward and genuine nature makes Vicâs carefully constructed mask of aloofness crumble in his presence, leaving her vulnerable and overwhelmed by her emotions. Her feelings for him force her to confront her fears and insecurities, often leaving her shaken.
"If only there was someone like you by my side back then⌠maybe I wouldnât haveâŚ!â
Leona Kingscholar đŚ
Initially, Vic and Leona barely interacted. He seemed indifferent to her presence and quietly appreciated that she didnât nag him or try to change his lazy ways. However, her frequent visits to Savanaclaw piqued his curiosity, and he couldnât help but wonder if she was some kind of thrill-seeker. Her seemingly fragile, harmless appearance contrasted sharply with the boldness it took to linger in a dorm full of beastmen, leading him to nickname her âlittle mouse.â
Vic usually treats Leona with sweetness, but he sees right through her doe-eyed facade. Her true motives remain a mystery to him, and that intrigue makes him determined to unravel her secrets. To that end, Leona enjoys teasing and flustering her, just to watch her carefully constructed mask crack.
Leona is also keenly aware of Vic and Jackâs feelings for each other, which he finds highly entertaining. He takes great pleasure in cockblocking taunting them about it, using his sharp wit to nudge them closer to confronting their emotions. His teasing is particularly merciless with Jack, often warning him with sly remarks like, âYouâd better keep a close eye on your prey, or she might just wander into the lionâs den.â What exactly does he mean by that? Who knowsâŚ
Ace Trappola â¤ď¸ and Deuce Spade â ď¸:
Vicâs first friends at NRC, Ace and Deuce quickly became two of her closest companions. The trio spends much of their time hanging out and bantering, creating a dynamic full of playful teasing. Her provocations often escalate with Ace, leading to occasional spats, though theyâre always quick to reconcile.
With Deuce, Vic adopts a softer, almost sisterly demeanor, though she doesnât hold back from teasing himâjust not as intensely as she does with Ace. Around them, Vic maintains her cool, tomboyish exterior but will sometimes show emotional vulnerability when she needs comfort or support. Ace, however, never misses a chance to mercilessly tease her about her crush on Jack, much to her frustration (and embarrassment).
Idia Shroudđ:
Vic and Idia became friends through the Board Game Club, bonding over their shared interests and similarities. During club activities, they often team up to gently? bully and bicker with Azul, much to their mutual amusement. While Vic enjoys their camaraderie, their interactions mostly happen through DMs, as Idiaâs shut-in nature makes face-to-face meetings rareâdespite her frequent insistence that they hang out more in person.
Idia has developed a crush on her, which makes him even more hesitant to meet up outside of the club. Heâs painfully aware (and secretly salty) about her preference for the athletic types in Savanaclaw, which makes his hopesâif he had anyâpractically nonexistent. For now, he keeps his feelings to himself, hoping to drown them. Vic, ever the supportive friend, often encourages him and occasionally flirts or gets touchy to tease him, delighting in his flustered reactions. Is she aware of his feelings? Who can say...
Azul Ashengrotto đ:
Vic initially had a strong dislike for Azul, finding his sweet-talking, calculating nature, and tendency to demand repayment for even the smallest favors uncomfortably reminiscent of her old classmates. She was openly hostile toward him, often meeting his charm with sharp-tongued, vulgar retorts. Yet, Azul remained undeterred.
Over time, as they spent more moments together in the Board Game Club, their constant bickering and competitive banter began to grow on her, almost without her noticing. She realized Azul was more "relaxed" during club activities, which made him easier to talk to. Vic now views him as a sort of rival, someone who challenges her wit and strategies, though neither likes to show vulnerability or weakness around the other.
If asked whether theyâre friends, Vic will promptly deny it with a firm âno,â while Azul confidently responds with a smug âyes.â Despite their clashing personalities and opposing morals, they quietly look out for each other in their own wayâremembering birthdays, exchanging souvenirs, and occasionally offering subtle gestures of support. Deep down, Vic knows Azul is an important friend, but sheâd rather swallow a rock than admit it. Tsuntsun
Jamil Viper đ:
Vic harbors a superficial, puppy-like crush on Jamil, idolizing him and finding everything he does impossibly cool or impressive. Jamil, however, doesnât seem to return her affectionsâor trust her, for that matter. He usually cuts her off with polite but firm indifference, which only seems to intensify her fascination, much to his exasperation. To Jamilâs dismay, Vic sighs dreamily whenever heâs cold or sharp-tongued with her (masochist much??) but gets utterly confused and flustered when he shows any hint of worry or care for her.
While Jamil would never admit it, he doesnât entirely dislike her attention. Her admiration strokes his ego, and perhapsâjust perhapsâheâs considering how he might use it to his advantage... t this doesn't seem very healthy...
Rook Hunt đš:
Like most people, Vic initially felt uneasy around Rookâs overly flamboyant and romantic demeanor. She couldnât understand his fascination with her or his flowery praise, often responding to his compliments with pragmatic retorts or modest deflections. However, as time passed and she recognized the sincerity behind his words of encouragement, her wariness faded, and she began to trust him more.
Knowing itâs nearly impossible to keep secrets from Rook, Vic sometimes reluctantly vents her frustrations and insecurities to him. In turn, he offers thoughtful advice and unwavering emotional support. He nicknames her âMademoiselle FantĂ´meâ (ghost) and seems to see right through her composed exterior.
Like Leona, heâs aware thereâs more to her than meets the eye and enjoys analyzing her hidden depths. Rook takes particular delight in evoking various reactions from Vic, describing her as a âkitten with hidden claws,â always intrigued by her blend of aloofness and fire.
Trivia:
While Vic appears tomboyish and sisterly with the first years, Jack is the exception. Around him, sheâs notably sweeter and more bashful.
The more nervous or flustered she becomes, the higher-pitched (and more pathetic) her voice gets.
Vic used to be close with her older sister, a prosecutor. Her strong sense of justice and argumentative nature were heavily influenced by her sibling.
When heated, Vic becomes highly argumentative, delivering well-constructed, logical points to dismantle her opponentâs stanceâa rare display of bold confidence.
Her dream is to become a detective/investigator.
Vic doesnât get angry often, but when she does, itâs described as a âcold, merciless ire with sharp words that could make a grown man cryâ (Aceâs words).
Though sheâs a bit of a coward and dislikes confrontation, her quick thinking and improvisation often help her slip out of sticky situations. (Both Leona and Rook take notes on her sharp survival instinct.)
Despite her unassuming appearance, Vic has surprising leg strength and flexibility from self-defense classes she took as a child. She claims sheâs rusty and fell out of practice for the most part, but her kicks prove otherwise.
Her birthday (February 4) is the same as Caterâs, so their celebrations are often combined in Heartslabyul. Cater affectionately calls her his âtwinsieâ and refers to her as âcute lil sis.â
Floyd nicknames her âAxolotlâ and teases her relentlessly about her height. He especially enjoys being overly touchy with her in Jackâs presence.
Vic occasionally treats herself to Mostro Lounge visits to gossip with Jade, often about Azulâs defeats in the board game club. Jade uses this intel to tease and blackmail Azul later.
The Light Music Club adores pampering her and repeatedly begs her to join as a singer, but she always flusteredly declines.
Like Ace, Vic can be mischievous and a bit greedy. She shamelessly accepts Kalimâs generous offers of money (though she hopes Jack doesnât find out...)
Vil intimidates her to no end with his sharp gaze, but she secretly admires him and dreams of having him give her a makeover someday. Rook frequently (and gleefully) tries to push her to approach Vil, much to her horror.
Malleus believes they are closer friends than they actually are, often due to misinterpreting her words and actions. Vic, too kind or maybe scared to correct him, finds herself roped into his gargoyle monologues during their awkward little outings.
#twisted wonderland#twst oc#twst mc#twst yuu#yuu/mc#twstvic#hi its been almost 3 years since i introduced her properly and i compelled 2 months worth of shower thoughts in this#NEW DESIGN REVEAL *party pops*#i swear im rlly fucking embarrassed about the coffin icon bc i didnt know what else to do. but i also didnt want to leave it blank#''oh shit whats one characteristic that deeply resonates with her character and will make ppl look at it and immediately think of her''#''its......its the ahoge isnt it.......''#is it blatant obvious the mystery novel protagonist syndrome here (coughnhbs not aceattorney or umineko inspired at all đ#i encourage asks if youre curious about anything else abt her !! hehe#myart
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SKZ Pack Chapter 11
Trigger Warnings: Stalking
Four blissful days later, Jeongin's rut had ended. Four days of mind-blowing sex had finally ceased and now Y/N laid naked beside a very sweaty sleeping Jeongin. Y/N's body was covered in gentle bruises in between her legs and up her neck. Her body was still leaking with Jeongin's cum that would not produce any offspring. No pups. Not after Changbin delivered the morning-after pill that was enough to cover four days. If Jeongin lasted any longer Chan was threatening to pull her out, but Y/N stayed loyal under Jeongin's rut. Truthfully, Y/N had not expected Jeongin to be so rough and dominating with her. It was something she had expected from Seungmin, if not Chan, but the more she thought about it the more she saw similarities between Jeongin and Seungmin. They were the closest two and both had sharp personalities, but she still hadn't expected Jeongin to be like this during a rut. Y/N wondered if it was because he was a newly presented alpha who was newly mated to an omega that he lost control too quickly. Y/N didn't mind if anything she was well satisfied. She was content. She was more content with watching Jeongin's sleeping form. Strands of hair covered his eyes, so she brushed them away. He looked more tired as he slept. "Watching someone sleep is creepy you know," Jeongin muttered, his tired eyes looking around the room as he tried to regain his senses. Eventually, his eyes turned to Y/N's naked form that drew him in. He was mesmerised but also stunned as he looked at the bruises. He didn't expect to do so much damage. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't realise." Jeongin whispered. His voice was non-existent. Jeongin felt a wave of guilt as he looked at her. He couldn't believe what he had done. Jeongin reached out to hug her, apologising repeatedly as he held her. "I'm sorry for cumming inside you. I got excited. And I-" "Innie it's fine. Please do not worry. Let's have a bath." Y/N stated.
Jeongin ran her a hot bath and sat behind her, carefully washing her back, while being careful of her newly mated mark. He felt proud of his mark that sat on the left side of her neck in between her neck and shoulder near Jisung's mark. Y/N leaned her head on Jeongin's bare chest, allowing him to softly caress her skin. They lay there for a few minutes before they washed their hair and headed downstairs to face a disappointed Chan. "Little wolf come here," Chan ordered. He wasn't in any way blaming Y/N, it was Jeongin's fault and he knew that. "M'sorry Alpha," Y/N whispered, her head cowering. Chan looked at her, feeling proud of her submissive apologetic nature. She was learning her place rather quickly, but how long that would last they didn't know. "How are you, little wolf? Was Jeongin kind to you?" Chan asked curiously as he reached out to touch her neck and then her mark. "Jeongin's marked you, but he hasn't cleaned it properly." Chan hummed. "Please alpha. It wasn't Innie's fault. He was having a rut." Y/N defended. "Y/N, my love, it's alright. I have to be punished. I shouldn't have cum inside you." Jeongin said with a guilty look while Y/N wrapped her arms around her head alpha. Her grey eyes looked up at him, hoping he would forgive Jeongin and let it go. Chan looked down at her grey eyes and sighed. It was hard to say no to her. "Alright. Jeongin, I don't want you being physically intimate with our mate until I deem it acceptable." Chan ordered. His statement caused Minho to laugh. "You see. You can't say no to her." Minho laughed and Chan shook his head. It was true they couldn't say no to her. "Can we take her to the gym?" Changbin interrupted eagerly as he waved some female sports gear around. "Once Felix takes a look at her neck, but only if she wants to." Chan pointed, making Y/N sigh, she wasn't a gym girly, but today she was going to be.
As soon as Felix cleaned her wound and placed a plaster over the wound, Y/N was heading straight to the gym with Jisung and Changbin who were extremely excited to see her in gym clothes. To Y/N's surprise the sports bra fitted her but the leggings didn't so she had to stay in her joggers, but neither seemed to mind. "So we're going to do cardio first to warm up and then some weight training. What do you think?" Changbin said. Y/N could tell there was a plan in what Changbin wanted her to do and Y/N wasn't looking forward to it. "Why weight training? I don't know how to do that!" Y/N grumbled. "We'll help you, baby," Jisung stated as he walked over towards the treadmill starting it up. Y/N followed suit and walked at a relatively slow pace, not wanting to fall and make an idiot of herself. Changbin and Jisung on the other hand pushed themselves by running as humanly fast as they could, since they where surrounded by humans.
Y/N gave up and moved alone to a machine to do her lower back as she knew she was weaker. Deep down she was cursing herself when she felt Changbin watching her with his arms crossed. Y/N knew he was being a pervert because she could see him in the mirror but she paid no mind to it. She was making up her own workout routine until one of them had the balls to do a routine with her. Luckily, Changbin had the balls to ask her to do weight training, which Y/N grunted and groaned about. She was feeble and did not have the strength despite being a wolf. "What do you want me to do?" Y/N asked pathetically. "If you lay down, I'll pass you the weights and I want you to lift them. We'll do three sets of four and Jisung will catch them if you need to drop them." Changbin assured. "I got you baby," Jisung promised, his eyes grinning as he watched her lay down, ready to take the weights. "Lift up, slowly," Changbin said as he helped push her arms up, making sure she had good form. Y/N grunted as she lifted her arms up and down slowly, she was not enjoying this in the slightest. She felt uneasy as if something in the room had shifted. "Baby focus," Changbin called out. "I'm trying. Something doesn't feel right." Y/N whispered. "Alright let's take a break for a minute," Jisung said, taking the weights.
Changbin gave her a water bottle so she could catch her breath. He couldn't help but admit to himself that she was incredibly attractive. The way she bent over, using the machine for her lower back had made his bottoms tight. The way her breasts flattened when she was laid down. Everything was fulfilling his fantasies. "How are you feeling?" Jisung asked as he squeezed her neck. "Do you think you're ready to start again?" "Yeah, sorry. I felt weird." Y/N said. "That's alright. We're here." Changbin stated as he grabbed the weights again, this time Changbin stood over her, his legs on either side of her waist, watching her. Changbin flexed his thighs on her, smiling at her, causing her to shake her head. What a flirt. "You're not helping, Binnie," Y/N mumbled. "Can swap with Ji if you like." Changbin leant down and smirked her. This went on for about a few minutes when Y/N felt uneasy again. Y/N turned her head to the side to see a figure, causing her to nearly drop it on her. "Woah, careful baby." Jisung and Changbin called out. "M'sorry." Y/N said, her heart was starting to thump in her chest. "What happened?" Changbin asked. Y/N looked over to see the figure again. Changbin followed her eyes to see the figure too. "Jisung!" Changbin whispered nodding his head to where the figure was.
Jisung left to go and find the figure while Changbin grabbed Y/N by the arm, walking her quickly to the car. "Binnie?" Y/N asked worriedly. "Let's just get to the car." Changbin's voice was hoarse. There was protectiveness in his voice as he held onto her, tighter than he usually did. Once they reached the car Jisung ran over and jumped in the back seat, telling Changbin to drive. "Did you find them?" Changbin asked as he drove off as fast as he could. "No. I followed them out and then they disappeared. Honestly Changbin I don't know how." Jisung growled his orangey eyes glowing as he held Y/N close, his nose burying itself in his mark. Jisung inhaled her scent trying to calm himself and her down when a sickly sweet smell seeped into the car making the beta's mouth water. "Uh baby, you alright?" Jisung asked nervously. His eyes cast a glance at Changbin who too looked nervous. "M' fine Jisungie." Y/N hummed, her eyes glowing blue as she looked at him. "Gonna text the boys quick," Jisung stated. "Good idea," Changbin added. Jisung: Baby's having her heat. She smells sweet. Hyunjin: That's definitely her heat smell. Me and Chan are going to start heading back. How was the gym? Minho: I'll start preparing the safehouse. Jisung: Thank you Min. Jisung: Not to alarm you but there was someone watching her or us. Felix: WHAT!! Jeongin: Get back quickly. "Want my Jisungie" Y/N groaned out. "You're going to have to help her." Changbin stated. "Ah. Ok." Jisung breathed out as he quickly pulled her forward, his mouth on her mark as he prepared to ease her heat. Of course, it would start now, emergency contraception puts wolves straight into a heat.
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Lost in the Stacks
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
AU: Coffee Shop Owner Steve x reader
Warnings: none just Robin and Steve things
Authors Note: I hope you enjoy, I was very passionate about my Stevie boy so take this long fic :) (Iâm slowly getting use to writing more- bear with me-)
Word Count: 3.2k
Masterlist
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The bell above the door jingled softly as you stepped into The Upside. The cafĂŠ-bookshop hybrid was a warm refuge from the gray skies outside, its wooden shelves lined with books, mismatched armchairs tucked into cozy corners, and the smell of coffee and baked goods filling the air.
Behind the counter, Steve Harrington was wrestling with the espresso machine. His dark green sweater hugged his frame in a way that made you linger for a second too long, and his hair looked as effortlessly perfect as ever.
âYouâve gotta finesse it, Harrington. Not scare it into submission,â Robin Buckley teased, grabbing a cloth and wiping the counter as she passed him.
âI donât scare itâI tame it,â Steve retorted, though the machine sputtered indignantly, making Robin snort.
âHey, you,â Robin said, looking up and spotting you. âBack for more of our famous customer service?â
You laughed, setting your bag on the counter. âObviously. Where else can I get entertainment with my coffee?â
Steve glanced up, his expression softening when he saw you. âHey! Usual?â
âPlease,â you said, smiling. âBut no rush. Looks like youâre in a heated negotiation over there.â
He chuckled, shaking his head. âYeah, this thing hates me. I think itâs personal.â
Robin leaned over conspiratorially. âIt is. And itâs winning.â
Steve rolled his eyes but couldnât hide his grin as he busied himself with your order. Robin gave you a sly wink before walking off to restock pastries.
It wasnât just the books or the coffee that kept drawing you back to The Upside. It was Steve, with his clumsy charm and easy smiles, and Robin, whose sharp humor always made you laugh. Together, they made the place feel less like a shop and more like a second home.
Months ago, youâd stumbled into The Upside for the first time, drenched from an unexpected rainstorm.
Steve had been behind the counter, towel in hand before you could even ask. âRough day?â heâd asked, his grin warm and teasing.
âYou could say that,â you replied, wringing out your hair.
âWell, youâre in the right place. Best coffee in town. Also, books. You like books, right?â
âI think youâre supposed to ask that before recommending them,â you said, smiling despite yourself.
âDetails,â he said with a wave of his hand. âWhatâs your usual? Or do you want me to surprise you?â
Before you could answer, Robin piped up from where she was shelving books. âDonât trust him. He once made me a âsurprise drinkâ that tasted like dish soap.â
Steve scoffed, though his grin never wavered. âIgnore her. Sheâs bitter because sheâs not the favorite coworker.â
âIâm your only coworker!â
That first visit had stuck with youânot just because of the cozy atmosphere but because of Steveâs awkward charm and the way Robinâs sarcasm balanced it out. Youâd started coming back regularly after that, finding excuses to linger a little longer each time.
Over the weeks, your visits to The Upside became a steady routine. Steve always greeted you with a smile that seemed reserved just for you, and Robin never missed an opportunity to tease him about it.
One afternoon, Steve handed you a book along with your latte. âThis just came in. Thought you might like it.â
You glanced at the cover, touched by the gesture. âThanks, Steve. Iâll let you know what I think.â
Robin smirked as she passed by, muttering, âSmooth move, Casanova.â
Steve shot her a look, cheeks flushing.
Another time, you brought in a stack of books to donate. âFigured theyâd get more love here than on my shelf,â you said.
âGreat taste, as always,â Steve said, flipping through the titles.
Robin leaned over the counter, stage-whispering, âJust ask her out already.â
Steve glared at her, but his lips twitched with the ghost of a smile.
Steve leaned against the counter, pretending to focus on the list of inventory Robin had scribbled earlier, but his attention wasnât on the task at hand. His eyes kept drifting toward you, seated at one of the tables near the window with a cup of coffee in front of you and a book in your hands.
The sunlight streaming through the window illuminated your features, catching in your hair and making you glow. You were engrossed in your book, an occasional smile or furrow of your brows giving away your thoughts as you read. Steve couldnât stop watching, his heart pounding in his chest at every subtle movement you made.
Robin, sitting cross-legged on the floor behind the counter as she sorted through a box of new arrivals, didnât miss his distracted expression.
âOh my God, youâre doing it again,â she said, snapping her fingers at him.
Steve startled, straightening up. âDoing what?â
âThat thing where you stare at Love like sheâs the lead in some cheesy romantic movie,â Robin said, gesturing dramatically toward him.
Steve frowned, crossing his arms. âIâm not staring.â
Robin gave him a look that said she wasnât buying it. âOh, really? Because youâve been ânot staringâ at her for, like, ten minutes now. Youâre lucky she hasnât noticed.â
âShe hasnât noticed, right?â Steve asked quickly, panic creeping into his voice.
Robin rolled her eyes. âNo, Steve, she hasnât noticed. Sheâs too busy living her life while youâre over here acting like a lovesick puppy.â
âIâm not a lovesick puppy,â Steve muttered, though his flushed cheeks betrayed him.
Robin snorted. âRight. You just canât stop staring at her because⌠what? Youâre admiring her reading posture?â
Steve glared at her but didnât respond.
Robin grinned, leaning forward. âYou like her.â
âNo, I donât,â Steve said automatically, though he knew it was a weak denial.
âPlease,â Robin scoffed. âYou so like her. Donât even try to deny it, Harrington. Youâve been crushing on her for weeks, and itâs getting painful to watch.â
Steve groaned, running a hand through his hair. âFine, okay, yesâI like her. Happy now?â
âEcstatic,â Robin said, her grin widening. âSo why havenât you done anything about it?â
âBecause I donât want to screw it up,â Steve admitted, lowering his voice. âWhat if I ask her out and itâs weird? What if she stops coming here?â
Robinâs expression softened, though her teasing tone remained. âSteve, listen to me: Love likes you. Trust me on this one. She laughs at all your terrible jokes, she lets you recommend books, and she spends way too much time here for someone whoâs just into coffee and novels.â
Steve hesitated. âShe might just⌠like the shop.â
Robin rolled her eyes. âOh, come on. She likes you. Itâs so obvious. Youâre just too chicken to admit it.â
âIâm not chicken,â Steve shot back, though his defensive tone only made Robin laugh.
âReally?â she said, standing up and brushing off her jeans. âThen why do you freeze up every time she walks over to talk to you?â
âI donât freeze up!â Steve protested.
âUh-huh,â Robin said, clearly unconvinced. âLook, Harrington, youâve got two options: keep doing nothing and torture yourself, or grow a pair and talk to her like a normal person. Your choice.â
Steve groaned again, slumping against the counter. âWhy do you have to make everything sound so dramatic?â
âBecause it is,â Robin said with a smirk. âThis is your big moment, Stevie. Donât blow it.â
Steve sighed, stealing another glance at you. You were still focused on your book, completely oblivious to the conversation happening just a few feet away.
Suddenly, he straightened up, a thought popping into his head. âWait⌠I have an idea.â
Robin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âOh? Do tell.â
Steve gave her a look, his fingers tapping nervously on the counter. âIâll just⌠give her coffee. On the house. You know, as a little gesture.â
Robinâs eyes widened in amusement. âWait, thatâs it? Youâre gonna give her free coffee? Wow, Harrington. Such a bold move.â
âShut up,â Steve muttered, but a smile tugged at his lips. âItâs something.â
Robin rolled her eyes. âYouâre lucky she likes you, because this is honestly the most anticlimactic thing Iâve ever heard.â
But Steve wasnât listening. He was already making his way to the counter, clearing his throat before calling out to you, who was still absorbed in your book.
You looked up, smiling at him in that warm way that always made Steveâs heart skip a beat. âHey, Steve.â
âHey, Love,â he said, already fumbling with the coffee machine. He was trying to look cool, but his hands were shaking just a little.
âCan I get you a refill?â he asked, focusing more on the machine than on you.
Your eyes softened, your smile widening. âI was actually just about to ask for one.â
âWell, itâs on the house today,â Steve said, trying to sound casual but feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. âFor you, Love.â
You blinked, clearly surprised by the offer. âOh, wow. Thank you! Thatâs really sweet of you.â
Steve just nodded, still trying to avoid looking directly at you, as he poured the coffee into a fresh cup. He handed it to you with a nervous grin, which you returned.
âAnytime,â he said, voice a little more strained than heâd intended. He stepped back toward the counter, fighting the urge to keep staring at you.
Robin, of course, didnât miss any of this. From across the room, she gave Steve an exaggerated thumbs-up and mouthed the words, You got this, making him groan internally.
You were already sipping your coffee, and Steve allowed himself to look at you again for just a second. You seemed genuinely pleased, the warmth of your smile making him feel lighter.
âDonât back out, go for itâ Robin says as she pats him on the back before going back to fixing the shelves.
It was a slow Tuesday afternoon at The Upside. The warm light streaming through the shopâs tall windows highlighted the specks of dust dancing lazily in the air. Steve was behind the counter, pretending to reorganize the coffee syrups but really stealing glances at you as you browsed the fiction shelves.
You had a small smile on your lips, your fingers brushing over the spines of books as you debated which one to pick. Steve thought you looked beautifulâeffortlessly soâand it made his stomach twist in knots every time he saw you.
Robin, perched on the stool near the register, noticed his distracted glances and let out an exaggerated sigh.
âSteve, if you stare any harder, youâre going to set her on fire,â she whispered, leaning toward him.
âShut up,â Steve hissed, his face immediately heating.
Robin grinned mischievously. âOh, come on, Harrington. This is painful to watch. Just go over there and ask her out already.â
Steve shook his head quickly, his voice low but insistent. âI canât just⌠I donât know if she even likes me like that!â
Robin rolled her eyes, hopping off her stool and leaning her elbows on the counter. âAre you kidding me? She comes in here all the time. She laughs at your dumb jokes. She even lets you recommend booksâand you have terrible taste in books.â
âI do not!â Steve protested.
âYou do, but thatâs not the point. The point is, sheâs obviously into you. Youâre just too chicken to see it.â
Steve opened his mouth to argue, but before he could get a word out, Robin stood up straight, clapped her hands together, and said loudly, âHey, Sweetheart!â
Your head popped up from behind a shelf, a book in hand. âYeah?â
âCan you come here for a second? Steve has something he wants to tell you.â
Steve froze, his face draining of color. âRobin!â he hissed, wide-eyed.
You walked over, your curiosity piqued. âWhatâs up?â
Robin smiled innocently. âSteve was just saying heââ
âNeeds help with the espresso machine!â Steve interrupted, practically jumping in front of her.
You blinked, clearly confused. âYou need my help?â
Robin snorted, folding her arms and leaning against the counter. âNice save, Harrington.â
Steve glared at her before turning to you, his cheeks flushed. âNo, I donâtâlook, can we talk for a second? Alone?â
Your eyebrows lifted slightly, but you nodded. âSure.â
Robin gave Steve a smug grin as she stepped away, muttering, âYouâre welcome,â under her breath.
Steve led you toward one of the quieter corners of the shop, away from prying eyes (and ears). He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly nervous, and you couldnât help but find it endearing.
âOkay,â he started, exhaling deeply. âSo, uh, this is going to sound kind of dumb, butââ
âItâs not dumb,â you interrupted gently, giving him an encouraging smile.
That seemed to give him the courage to continue. âRight. Well, Iâve been, uh⌠Iâve been meaning to ask you something for a while now. But I kept chickening out, and then Robin decided to, you know, stick her nose in, because thatâs what she does.â
You laughed softly, which made him relax a little.
âThe thing is,â he said, his voice quieter now, âI really like you. And Iâve been wanting to ask you out, but I wasnât sure if youâd⌠if youâd even want that.â
You blinked in surprise, your heart skipping a beat. âYou like me?â
Steve nodded, his cheeks a little pink. âYeah. I do. A lot. And if you donât feel the same, thatâs totally fine, I just⌠I had to say it.â
For a moment, you didnât say anything, and Steveâs nerves seemed to spike.
âLove?â he asked cautiously.
You smiled, your voice soft. âI like you too, Steve.â
His eyes widened slightly. âYou do?â
âOf course I do,â you said, laughing. âWhy do you think I keep coming back here? Itâs not just for the books or the coffee.â
Relief and joy washed over his face, and he let out a nervous chuckle. âWow. Okay. Thatâs⌠thatâs good. Great, actually.â
âSo,â you said, taking a small step closer, âare you going to ask me out properly, or do I have to do it for you?â
Steve grinned, his confidence returning. âRight. Would you, uh, want to go out with me? Like, on a date?â
âIâd love to,â you said, your smile bright.
Robin, who had been shamelessly eavesdropping from behind a shelf, popped her head out with a triumphant smirk. âFinally! Took you long enough.â
Steve groaned, burying his face in his hands. âRobin!â
You just laughed, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. Steve peeked at you through his fingers, his embarrassment fading when he saw how happy you looked.
âGuess that means I should start planning something great,â he said, his voice warm and teasing.
âYouâve got this, Harrington,â Robin called from across the shop, giving him a thumbs-up.
Steve shook his head, but he couldnât stop smiling.
Steve had picked you up just after sunset, his car rumbling to a stop outside your house. Youâd stepped out the door wearing something simple yet thoughtful, a soft smile on your face as you slid into the passenger seat.
âWow,â Steve said, his voice soft, his eyes lingering on you for just a moment too long. âYou look⌠amazing.â
You felt warmth rise to your cheeks. âThanks, Steve. You clean up pretty well yourself.â
He chuckled, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. âYeah, well, I figured Iâd try to impress you.â
The car ride was filled with lighthearted conversation and a bit of nervous laughter, both of you falling into an easy rhythm despite the fluttering nerves. Steve drove you to a small, tucked-away diner on the outskirts of town, a place heâd discovered during one of his many aimless drives.
âItâs not fancy or anything,â he said as he held the door open for you, âbut they make the best burgers in Hawkins. And the milkshakes? Life-changing.â
The interior was quaint, with vinyl booths and a glowing jukebox in the corner. The smell of sizzling food was inviting, and the soft hum of chatter created a comfortable atmosphere. Steve guided you to a booth near the window, where the glow of the streetlights outside cast a warm light over the table.
The conversation started lightâbooks youâd recently read, Steveâs stories about running the shop with Robin (âSheâs like a tornado, but I wouldnât trade her for anyoneâ), and the little quirks of Hawkins.
âOkay, serious question,â Steve said, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table. âIf you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?â
âPizza,â you replied instantly. âEasy.â
âSolid choice,â he said, nodding approvingly. âBut you havenât lived until youâve tried the waffles from Bennyâs. Weâre talking top-tier breakfast food. Youâll seeâIâll take you there sometime.â
The way he said it so casuallyâlike there would definitely be another dateâmade your heart skip.
By the time the food arrived, you were both relaxed, laughing over Steveâs high school antics.
âSo youâre telling me,â you said, trying to suppress a giggle, âyou actually styled your hair for gym class?â
âHey,â he said defensively, though his grin gave him away. âItâs called priorities. And anyway, it worked. My hair survived dodgeball.â
âBarely,â you teased, taking a sip of the milkshake heâd insisted you try. It was, as promised, incredible.
Steve reached for his own shake at the same moment, knocking his hand against yours. The cup tipped slightly, and a streak of chocolate landed on the tableâand on your sleeve.
âOh no,â Steve groaned, grabbing a handful of napkins. âIâm so sorry. This is why Robin calls me a walking disaster.â
You couldnât help but laugh. âItâs fine. Really. Chocolateâs a good look for me.â
He glanced up, his cheeks pink with embarrassment. âYouâre taking this way too well. Most people would be plotting revenge by now.â
âMaybe Iâm saving it for later,â you teased.
After dinner, Steve suggested a walk to help you âdigestâ (and maybe work off the milkshake fiasco). The park was quiet, the air cool and crisp as leaves rustled underfoot.
Steve walked beside you, his hands shoved in his pockets, occasionally glancing your way as if to make sure you were still enjoying yourself.
âYou know,â he said, his voice softer now, âI was kind of nervous about tonight.â
âWhy?â you asked, surprised.
He shrugged, kicking a small rock along the path. âI guess I didnât want to screw it up. Youâre⌠different. In a good way. I wanted tonight to be perfect.â
You stopped walking, turning to face him. âSteve, itâs been perfect. Milkshake disasters and all.â
He laughed, his eyes crinkling in that way that made your heart flutter. âYeah? You mean that?â
âI do,â you said, and for a moment, the world seemed to quiet around you.
When Steve walked you to your door, the nerves heâd managed to shake off earlier crept back in.
âSo,â he said, rocking on his heels. âThis was⌠really fun.â
âIt was,â you agreed, smiling.
âI, uh, Iâd like to do it again sometime,â he said, his voice hopeful.
You nodded. âIâd like that too.â
For a moment, it looked like he might leave it there, but then he stepped closer, brushing a soft kiss against your cheek. âGoodnight, loveâ
âGoodnight, Steve.â
As he walked back to his car, a little bounce in his step, you leaned against your door, already looking forward to the next time.
The next time you walked into The Upside, the bell jingling above your head, Steveâs grin was a little brighter. And when Robin saw the way he looked at you, she just smirked.
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Favorite Ex
Premise: Ethan runs into an old flame, and it brings some much-needed closure for both of them.
Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angst. Words: 1,570
A/N: Submission for @choicesmonthlychallengenov2024 prompt day 26: "regret" and @choicesprompts Angstgiving prompt "what could have been"
Ethan Ramsey needed a drink.
The annual National Medical Symposium in Miami, with its focus on cutting-edge medical advancements, had been interesting enough. Still, the obsequious flattery that went hand in hand with his increasingly rare visits to medical conferences got on his nerves. He couldnât care less about what others wanted from him, but after all these years, he knew how to play the game.
Naveen would joke that with age, heâd gained maturity and wisdom. His wife would just snort and proceed to tease him about getting soft until he took her to bed just to prove her wrong.
She pushed him out of his comfort zone. And for her, he was willing to embrace the unknown.
A few years ago, he hadnât been so⌠flexible. He reflected absently, walking into the busy hotel bar and scanning the room for an empty seat.
Or as willing to admit that he needed someone to come home to. Someone who understood him and filled the empty holes in his heart. He couldnât deny it anymore, not even to himself.
Seeing a patron settle his tab and leave, he rushed to grab the padded bar stool. His shoulders dropped at the thought of sipping smooth whiskey while decompressing by exchanging sexy texts with his wife.
Shouldâve insisted she accompany me, Ethan thought wearily, raking one hand through his hair.
He placed his phone on the bar, smiling as he often did at the sight of their wedding picture on the screen. He traced one finger down her laughing face, the photo a reminder of the moment she'd insisted he smileâreally smileâfor once.
He wondered when heâd become such a sap. Maybe she was right, and he was getting soft in his forties.
âWhatâll be, sir?â The bartender asked hurriedly.
âWhiskey, neat.â
Ethan froze at the familiar voice behind him. He hadnât heard it in years, but heâd know it in a dark room with his eyes closed.
Surprise had him swiveling on the stool to face her. Sparkling green eyes met shocked blue ones.
The years fell away as if no time had passed since that fateful night at Donahueâs when sheâd correctly guessed his drink order on her first day as an intern at Bostonâs Edenbrook Hospital.
âAnd donât be stingy,â Dr. Cassie Valentine said, a smile tugging at her lips. âJudging by the look of him, itâs been a three-finger kind of day.â
âHello, Dr. Ramsey.â
Ethan opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat, refusing to come. He inclined his head in greeting instead, a poor acknowledgment of the woman whoâd been the first to breach through his walls.
The one whoâd made him break all his rules and not give a damn about the consequences.
His mind flooded with memories. The quiet intimacy of watching the snow fall outside as they cuddled after making love. The warmth of holding hands on their way to Derryâs for coffee and a stolen moment of peace. The thrill of sneaking glances across the diagnostic teamâs office despite their resolve to keep things strictly professional at work.
If it hadnât been for his temporary but all-consuming love affair with Cassie, would he have even given Joanna a chance?
Ethan hoped the answer was yes. He loved his wife, and it would be an incredible disservice to what they meant to each other for him to believe otherwise.
âStill a man of few words, I see,â Cassie teased as she slid into the empty seat beside him, resting her chin lightly on her hand.
âYou know me well,â he said gruffly, swallowing the lump that had lodged in his throat.
âI thought I did,â Cassie cooly inclined her head, but the laughter in her eyes betrayed her. âI still canât believe youâre here. Remember when we attended this conference when I was an intern?â She giggled. âYou hated every minute of it and werenât exactly shy about saying so.â
Ethan hunched his shoulders. âI wasnât that bad.â
He had a very different memory of that time. It had nothing to do with the symposium and everything to do with a moonlit balcony and his morals drowning in the heady scent of her perfume.
She rolled her eyes. âYes, you were!â
The bartender returned with his drink, setting the lone glass in front of Ethan. The man looked questioningly at Cassie, but she shook her head.
âNot in the mood?â Ethan asked as he lifted his glass.
âCanât,â she said, placing one hand on her belly.
Ethan stilled, a mix of complicated emotions he didnât dare examine too closely surging through him.
Whenever he thought of Cassie, which wasnât as often now as it had been in those early years, he still saw the resident who worked side by side with him during the day and slept in his bed at night.
The one heâd fallen in love with but could never confess the words to because there was a timer on their relationship. When her residency ended, sheâd move on, ready to conquer the medical world with her amazing diagnostics instincts. And heâd be left behind. Again.
So, heâd held back and let the words fade into the ether.
It had been for the best, Ethan reasoned. Her eventual departure hadnât lessened the hurt, but it had been cleaner.
He hadnât been looking for love again, but one day, he bumped into a red-haired chef at the farmerâs market, and his life tilted on its axis. Literally, in this case, since he found himself falling to the ground and grabbing her on his way down.
So, he burned his dreams of what couldnât be and allowed himself to believe in a new and permanent love.
In the last few years, heâd heard of Cassieâs accomplishments; her groundbreaking research, the accolades that followed. The diagnostic medical community was small, after all. Heâd felt pride at seeing her star rise, convincing himself that was all it was. Just pride. Nothing more.
Until now.
âCongratulations,â he said softly, the word heavier than it should have been.
He forced a smile, willing himself to ignore the ache that stirred, a reminder of what could never be. He had made peace with it. Or so he thought. Yet here she was, and peace felt like a lie.
âThanks,â Cassie said with a wistful smile. âIâm still in my first trimester, so weâre keeping it on the DL.â
She tilted her head, her gaze dropping briefly to the wedding ring on his left hand. âYouâre married?â
âYes. Two years next month.â
A silence fell between themâheavy, unfamiliar, and uncomfortably awkward. The rowdy laughter of a group of physicians erupted nearby, breaking through the tension like an unwelcome intrusion.
Cassie glanced toward the noise, her lips twitching into a faint, distracted smile before her gaze returned to him.
Ethan fought to keep his gaze steady, trying and failing to ignore the curve of her lips or the way her stylish blonde hair framed her timeless features. He remembered its softness against his skin as she nestled against him before drifting off to sleep, their hands still touching when they woke the next morning.
Joanna wasnât into cuddling. She was often too tired after a long night at the restaurant and preferred sleeping on her side, her back to him.
Until this moment, Ethan had forgotten he enjoyed the intimacy of a lover wrapped around him. Cassie had once called him a world-class snuggler, and heâd cherished the title as if heâd won a Nobel Prize.
They had been happy. So, why couldnât they make it work?
âAre you happy?â she asked eerily, picking up on his ambivalence.
He wanted to say yes. He was happy. Hadnât he been reflecting on just how much a mere ten minutes ago? So, why was he hesitating?
Shame spiraled through him. He adored Joanna, and he loved their life together.
And yet, a part of him still wondered about the road not taken. Maybe it was time he stopped.
He drew in a long breath. âWhat happened to us?â
Cassie slid him a guarded look. Her fingers curled and uncurled in her lap.
Ethan didnât think sheâd respond and opened his mouth to take the words back.
âYou never asked me to stay.â
He sat back, poleaxed.
âWe went from gold rush to cold touch,â Cassie said, sadness clouding her features. âAs my residency was ending, I could feel you slowly pulling away from me. And still, I waited for any word from you, something to give me hope that we had a future together.â
Ethan could hardly move, let alone speak at the confession.
âYou were my best nights and my worst. I cried myself for weeks after, and then I let us go.â
Cassie slid off the stool and smoothed down her dress. âIâm glad I ran into you. Iâve wanted to say these words to you for the longest time but never had the courage.â
Her eyes softened as she took a step back. âYou will always be my favorite ex. Goodbye, Ethan.â
And then she was gone, her scent lingering until that, too, was an ephemeral memory.
âAnd you will always be mine,â he uttered silently, reaching for the phone and the one he had chosen to be his forevermore.
He and Cassie were finally where they belonged. In the past.
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Read Part One of "Breeding Hips" here...let's gooooooo!
It was supposed to be a simple beach trip-- "Give the kids a break in Okinawa", Gojo said. "It'll be fun!" Gojo said.
Kento had failed to check the staff attendance list. Of course they'd invite you, with your natural warmth and the way the kids loved you. Of course they'd invite you, when you'd seemed so down lately.
Of course they'd invite you, with how the sea-breeze pleated the saran around your hips, barely-there, almost as soft as the way your plush creased at the top of your thighs when you sat he'd heard Shoko laughingly call them your "thighbrows" and how he could have bitten Shoko's head off as you cringed mortified and covering yourself up shit don't go please dont leave--
In his hotel room, Kento groaned in abject self-pity. He tried to breathe in time with the hushed roar of the waves, lapping up the shore like a lovers' tongue. In...out...in...out.
His head rested against the cool wall, his forearm planted above it, while his other hand tried to grip his aching length into submission, torturing himself with fuck up after fuck up after fuck up and it all started with that ill-fated car journey--
He'd take the edge off, he thought, slipping his hand into his beach shorts, shivering as he swirled pre-cum over his hypersensitive tip, biting the back of his hand as he began to stroke himself-- just one more time, and then I can cope--
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"...and in the most disrespectful possible way?"
Kento made a strangled, animalistic noise in the base of his throat, stalling the car at the traffic lights. He sat, ramrod straight, sweating like a virgin.
"...dont." He warned, his voice throaty and dangerous. "Don't."
A frisson of electric ran down your spine. You clenched your fists in your lap, staring straight ahead, and whispering; "Oh...okay."
The car journey was fraught with silence. For "disrespectfully" were the words bloomed into pictures, graphic and obscene, that Kento used to get himself off to you. "Disrespectfully" were the stones of shame weighing his pockets, as he showered himself down, water rehydrating the cloying cum stuck to his belly. "Disrespectfully" were the feral parts of him that sought to lift you onto the counter and bite you, until you were crushing his head between the thickness of your thighs.
"Disrespectfully" was so unprofessional, Kento could vomit. Still, saliva pooled under his tongue, unable to eschew "disrespectfully" from his mind when you asked him in that petalsweet voice.
"Disrespectfully" opened the car door for you. "Disrespectfully" offered you the curtest of bows as you headed inside. "Disrespectfully" waited until you'd definitely gone, before rubbing his eyes so hard, lights fizzlepopped behind them. "Disrespectfully" took him over the edge again, and again, to the imaginary sound of his thighs slapping into the backs of yours.
You screamed into a pillow, never able to look Nanami Kento in the eye again, after overstepping so hard, so fast.
The next few weeks of work with Nanami Kento were like sharing an office with a well-dressed wooden broom. Even pencil skirts didn't appear to break him.
They did. He spent the best part of two weeks stiff, in every way.
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He hadn't known you'd be coming to the beach, until the watermelon incident.
You and Shoko had been day-drinking, in just swimsuits, and you brought the curves and giggles of the PiĂąa Colada glass with you. Misty as the clouded glass, you swayed with Shoko, and each step you took closer, the lower Kento's IQ dropped, point, by point, by point. That heavy arse flicked from side to side, bopping Kento's sanity away with it.
Somehow, impossibly, you held a whole watermelon in the deep divot of your waist. Your hip shelved it up, your squishy saddlebags plumping out beneath the heavy, verdant weight. With one arm draped above to hold the watermelon in place while you staggered hand in hand with Shoko, it all looked so effortless. Kento was sweating bricks, his book all but forgotten.
Thank god for dark sunglasses. He looked up without looking up. Hidden in sun-lounger shade, he watched you, obsessing in secrecy, a modern day peeping-Tom. You're okay Nanami pull yourself together stop being such a fucking boy--
"Hey, hey..." Shoko teased you, grasping your hip-squash with the girlish friendship needed to get away with it, "...I bet you could crush that watermelon between your thighs."
Oh. Oh no. Oh no no no no--
You laughed, you and Shoko high off your own supply. Shoko sat on the sand, placing the watermelon between her thighs, trying her best to squeeze them together as you wiped tears away, sitting down beside her.
And Kento watched how your ass spread, how your thighs spread, like melting gumdrops, want to fucking bite them--
"I'll give it a go...c'mere c'mere...nonono Shoko, 's my turn!"
Shoko rolled the watermelon across the sand. Kento wasn't aware his mouth had dropped open, when you opened your legs, leant back on the sand, like heaven's gates opening...and you clamped the watermelon between them.
And squeeeeezed.
Kento pressed his book over his lap, a tent over a tent. His mouth was dry, his throat thick. He moaned, somewhere deep in his chest, as a hot little dribble of pre-cum dripped down the leg of his swim shorts.
Surely she can't break a watermelon just between her thighs, those hips couldn't be that stro--
Crack.
Shoko cheered. You threw your arms in the air, and cheered. Your inner thighs dripped, stickysweet with watermelon juice. You lay back, laughing in the sand, your arms still above your head.
Kento relieved himself to the bar, his head swimming, still clamping his book over his throbbing lap, far too dizzied to be surreptitious.
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The day-drinking buzz faded by the time the seagull calls grew tired, against ombre skies. Shoko remained smashed, and Gojo designated-driver'd her to her room. Sandals grasped in one hand, with the salty sting of a chafe between your legs, you ambled across the beach, past the waterside bar.
Except, you stopped. To see him.
Kento's head was in his hands, his shirt opened and hanging off broad, lightly freckled shoulders, seasalt crystals down his back. You frowned at the volume of empty glasses in front of him.
"...Ken--...Nanami?"
Kento's elbow gave out under him with a grunt of surprise, his head lurching, swoopy before recovering. Narrow, slanted eyes glared at you, bleary.
"...oh. 's you."
You drew your saran around yourself, astonished by how such a big strip of fabric was still barely enough to cover your arse. Kento could feel himself thickening already, burying his face in his hands again with a groan. He stood, his legs barely responding to commands. He tried to sober himself, standing tall and stern, his usual self, wettened by drink.
"I'll walk you to your room."
"You don't have to do that--"
"I insist."
In truth, you weren't sure if you should walk Kento back to his room instead. He repeatedly fell a few steps behind, before shaking himself off and catching up again.
Each time, Kento's drunk eyes dropped, the mesmerising swing of your hips, the dimpled jiggle of your arse...how his tongue thickened like his cock, thirsty and hungry all at once and god she's lovely too the whole deal the whole nine yards shit Kento how can you look at her so--
"Thanks. For walking me back."
Kento clenched. Time's up. His face was flat, expressionless, downcast to the floor. You cleared your throat, opening your door and stepping through.
"Goodnight, Nanami--"
A foot jammed your door, Kento growling in pain as it squashed his sandal'd foot. You looked slowly up to his face, feeling a trickle of hot, terrifying anticipation slide down your spine. Kento's eyes drilled into you, whiskey on his breath, sobering rapidly as he made up his mind.
"I'd...like to come in."
You throbbed. Every hair stood on end as you asked.
"...respectfully?"
Kento's jaw clenched so hard, you heard the crack.
"Disrespectfully."
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Never made it as a wise man
(joel miller x f!reader)
Description: Joel solves your car troubles for free, and you try to return the favor with a homecooked meal. When you accidentally interrupt his jerkoff session, you take a chance and help him out.
Note: yâall are out here answering godâs toughest questions, like what if emotionally unavailable Joel was loved unconditionally? or what if Joel was the Mothman?, and I deeply appreciate that.Â
However, today, I am here to answer a question that nobody askedâ What if Joel was a divorced dad rock kinda guy?Â
You know, like, listening to Nickelback on an old-school boombox in his garage, or unironically singing Creed on the way to work, or bonding with Ellie over Papa Roach? And also, (inspired by a genius) what if he was a little bit pathetic?Â
Anyway, I present to you: divorced dad rock dilf, Joel, ta-da! (my humble submission for @hellishjoelâs hot dilf summer challenge) obvs dedicated to: @auteurdelabre
ao3: read here | masterlist: here | part 1.5 here
Tags/warnings: AU no outbreak divorced Joel x f!reader, Sarah is not mentioned, but Ellie is your adult coworker, reader is clueless about cars and so am I, gratuitous smut and horny thoughts, implied jorkinâ joel but no witnesses, hand job, fingering, premature ejaculation, touch starved kinda loserish but hot divorced dilf joel, heâs a real tiddy guy in this one and idk why it just happened, pwp, is it a crackfic? maybe, but i meant it wholeheartedly so idk Â
WC: 4.2k
You pull onto the long driveway, hoping to see Joelâs truck. You forgot to text first to see if he would be around, but he did tell you to come by if you ever needed anything. You mostly just hope heâll be willing to accept your gift.Â
Last week, heâd helped you out by fixing your car. He told you what the issue was, but he might as well have been speaking another language when he described it. You had already brought coffee and a plate of cookies to your coworker Ellie to thank her for dragging you to Joelâs to ask for help. Being in a new town was hard enough, but you had no idea how you would handle the price for diagnostics, let alone whatever the repair wouldâve cost. You tried to offer Joel the cash you had as a thanks, but he wouldnât accept it. You tried to argue with him, but Ellie told you it wasnât worth arguing with him. He wouldnât budge. Instead, he had offered to change your oil for you, making you feel even more indebted to him.Â
At first, the most you got out of Ellie for intel on Joel was that he was the one responsible for you having to listen to âOne Last Breathâ and âLips of an Angelâ at ungodly early hours. Ellie claimed that her music taste was deeply influenced by Joel, and somehow, Ellie is always in charge of the music at work. When you rolled your eyes calling it divorced dad rock, she let it slip that you were right about that.Â
That explains a lot when you remember the brief time you spent in his house and shop. The house was clean inside but not tidy. Stray beer bottles and travel mugs dotted the counter and coffee table. But the shop had all the Divorced Dad Barbie accessories.Â
The project car and crates of assorted parts. The beer fridge and the plastic lawn chairs in the corner for bullshitting with whoever stopped by. The boombox on the workbench with the stack of CDs. And the fading calendar from another decade with the naked woman kneeling on the beach.Â
You hadnât been able to stop your eyes from darting to her sultry expression and swimsuit model-perfect breasts when Joel had been explaining what he was going to do to your car. You wondered if the heat burning in your cheeks had given you away, but he didnât notice then. Ellie sure did, though, and she had rolled her eyes at you, noting it had been up so long she even forgot it was there.Â
Luckily, Ellie didnât notice your eyes lingering on Joelâs body. You werenât trying to be a creep, but the way his arm flexed when he opened the hood of your car gave you some feral brand of intrusive thoughts. The ratty band t-shirt and the faded jeans were working for him, too, or at least they were doing something for you. Time slowed when your eyes trailed over his arms and down the muscles of his broad back. He just seemed so⌠solid. You finally understood what your friends back home meant when they said they wanted to climb a man like a tree. You had jumped a little when Ellie slammed the fridge behind you and shouted at Joel about how he canât just live in the shop drinking shitty beer and eating beef jerky. She had grabbed your arm to drag you to the house for an iced tea while he worked.Â
Her comment sparked your idea. You figured Joel must be a utilitarian type. He probably lives on frozen pizzasâor even worse, those Hungry-Man frozen TV dinnersâinstead of making himself something fresh. Maybe heâs one of those guys who got really into smoking meats instead. Either way, you hope the lasagna you made from scratch and the other tray of cookies will be an acceptable thank you for his help. He canât refuse it if you already made it, right?Â
You pull up next to a truck, assuming itâs his, and that heâs home. Before you grab the tray, you pause to check your reflection and adjust your breasts in your white tank top, making sure your cleavage pokes out as temptingly as possible.Â
You check yourself in the mirror with a look. Why does it matter what you look like? Itâs not like youâre trying to fuck your only (almost) friendâs dad, right? Although she calls him by his first name, not Dad, so maybe thereâs like a loophole or something if sheâs adopted. You think about the calendar model and her perfect tits hanging on the wall over his tools. It canât hurt to just do a little harmless flirting, right? Maybe you arenât even his type anyway.Â
After knocking on the door a couple of times, you frown, wondering if heâs not home. On the way back to your car, with your head hung in defeat, your ears perk up at the sound of something clanging in the shop. Of course!Â
You skitter back to the front porch to leave your goods by the door and head for the shop to find that divorced DILFâJoel, you mean. Itâs sweltering out, and sweat is beading on your chest after only a few minutes in the heat. The closer you get, the more easily you can make out the sound of his little CD player blasting another brooding, raspy ballad sung by a white man with a troubled love life.Â
The garage door is shut, so you knock on the door on the side of the building. You wait a minute before testing your luck and opening the door yourself. Assessing the shop, you donât see your man, sorry, Joel, at first glance. The music blasts, and the calendar model gives you the same impish smirk through her false lashes and a layer of dust, but thereâs no Joel. The evidence clearly dictates that heâs in here somewhere, as his tools are strung around his project, the lights are on, and a beer with a sweating label sits on the edge of the workbench.Â
You arenât trying to be sneaky. You didnât think to holler and announce your presence over the music. Plus, you didnât fully get your bearings the last time you were here. Now, you can pick up a few more details as your eyes absorb everything they can about anything that gives you a hint about who this guy is.Â
The guy thatâs been haunting your dreams for a week. Last week, when you walked back to the shop with Ellie to check on your car, you nearly tripped, watching Joel wipe the sweat off his face with the bottom of his shirt. You had just caught a glimpse of the trail of hair disappearing under his jeans, but it was enough to replay in your mind every night as you created your little scenarios to carry you off to sleep.Â
The scent memory was somehow worse. It was so easy to transport yourself back in time with the thought of the sweaty musk and the grease or oil smeared on his fingers. It shouldnât turn you on, right?Â
You remember thinking he seemed so knowledgeable when describing the issue. You had no idea what he was talking about, but his low voice and patience were enough to tell you he could talk you through anything.Â
You notice a few other details as you enter his sacred space today. The woodworking projects, the band posters, and the pictures with Ellie and other family members tacked to the wall over another workbench.Â
Still, no Joel, however.Â
You circle the partially disassembled project truck and see a door to another room. It would be the office if the shop were a professional business. Thereâs a window along the wall, but instead of a boss watching an employee, itâs you hoping to see that brawny man and his dark curls.Â
As you step closer, you nearly squeal. There he is. Well, at least, you can see the broad shoulders and back youâve been picturing above you in bed. You practically skip to the door. Itâs already open a crack, and you give it a knock, calling his name as it swings open from the force of your rapping knuckles.  Â
The next moment is a blur.Â
âShit, fuck, hold on!â Joel shouts gruffly as he slams the door in your face. But you already heard it. The phony wailing noises that came from the busted speaker on his phone.Â
You still face the closed door, trying to process the interaction before he wrenches the door back open. Heâs breathing rapidly, chest rising and falling, as he looks at you with wide eyes that quickly narrow.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â he barks.Â
Your hands fall to your sides, and you start to step back, ready to turn and run.Â
He catches your fear and tries to adjust, but youâre faster.Â
âSorry,â you mumble as you turn and try to dash away. Joelâs quick, too, though, and he grabs your wrist.Â
âHey, wait,â he loosens his grip when you spin back towards him, âI just didnât hear you cominâ. Wasnât expecting you.âÂ
âSorry,â you repeat, stuttering as you continue, âI-I just, uh, just wanted to say thanks for your help last week.â You stare at the floor. Unsure why youâre embarrassed, you feel so small after he saw your face and practically shouted at you.Â
âAll right,â he rumbles. Youâre too busy staring at the crack in the concrete floor to notice how his eyes are glued to your exposed skin. Or to see the blotchy red flush that crawls up his neck and toward his face.Â
But your brain starts to catch up. Joel mightâve snapped at you, but youâre the one that caught him in the act. You donât lift your head, but your eyes trail over his stained and faded jeans until youâre studying his crotch.Â
Bingo. Itâs almost too easy. You can make out the outline of his erection tucked up in his waistband. Even more glaring evidence is the open fly. You wish you had caught what he was watching. How does he like it? What does he search for when he wants to jerk off in the back office on a hot Saturday afternoon?Â
He clears his throat, and you snap your attention to his face. âWas there somethinâ you needed?â He asks.Â
âYes.â You tell him youâve got a lasagna that should get into a fridge before it reheats in the sun. He follows you toward the front door and into the house, not missing how your hips sway as you lead.Â
Once the tray is shoved into the fridge, nestled between some takeout containers, he turns to thank you. âYou didnât need to do all that,â he gruffs over the cookies and homemade meal.Â
You step back to lean against the counter, littered with mail and more coffee cups, and let yourself check him out up close. His faded Creed t-shirt has holes around the neck. Heâs got that same sweaty man musk going on, and you wish you knew why that stirred your arousal, but your pussy lacks logic.Â
âI know, I know,â you reply, âbut you really saved my ass with the car, and I wanted to do something for you. You know, some way to pay you back?âÂ
âAll right, well, thanks,â he trails off. He doesnât seem to know what else to say. Maybe you should be on your way already, but heâs not ushering you out the door.Â
This time, you do catch when his eyes drop to your chest. Thereâs no way youâre imagining the tension between you as you stand in his kitchen while he stares at your barely clothed tits, right? Fuck it. Youâre gonna go for it.Â
You take a step towards him. âI wasnât sure if it was really enough,â your voice is soft and tempting, and your sweet perfume wafts towards him like a lust potion. Joel swallows thickly as you approach.
He knows you mustâve put it together, but he tried to delude himself. Maybe you couldnât hear the theatrical screams of the woman he was watching get railed before he slammed the door in your face. He hopes all you heard was Chad Kroegerâs voice screaming, âThis time I'm mistaken
For handin' you a heart worth breakin'â from the stereo.. on the other side of the shop.Â
âYou worked so hard,â you continued with one final step, and now youâre nearly toe-to-toe in front of him. âThere has to be something else I could do.â Youâre so close to him. He forgets to respond. It takes all his power to keep his eyes on your face.Â
You have a wild urge to taste the sweat on his neck, but you keep your tongue to yourself. He hasnât made any move to encourage you, but he hasnât stopped you yet either, so you figure itâs worth taking a risk.Â
âMaybe youâve got a problem I could help you with.â You go for it, reaching your hand out to palm at the bulge in his jeans.Â
Again, too many things happen at once. Joel snaps out a âWhat?â in disbelief. His hand circles your wrist tightly. His hips jerk, involuntarily bucking into your palm. Your glossy lips part into an âoâ shape at the size of his not-quite-hard cock. And now youâre both locked into this position like statues.Â
His fingers stay firmly wrapped around your wrist, but he doesnât pull you away. Your fingers squeeze over his jeans, and your eyes flash wide as you can feel his cock twitch and stiffen at your touch. The touch that rapidly overrides your better judgment, drowning you in want. Your clit twitches itself in response, your nipples strain under your thin tank top, and your eyelids feel heavy immediately.Â
âWhat are you doing?â His voice crackles like he hadnât just used it. You slide your hand to pop the button on his jeans, and he releases your wrist as you flip it to slip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers in search of his cock.Â
âLet me help,â you say in more of a whispered tone. The searing heat between Joelâs legs makes you salivate. Your fingers graze coarse curls before you acquire your target, wrapping your palm and fingers around his thick shaft. His size has your cunt throbbing in your shorts.Â
Joelâs eyes are squeezed shut. He looks nearly in pain. You pull your hand back out to let the pool of saliva on your tongue drip into your palm.Â
âJesus,â he breathes out, watching your lewd maneuver. âYou wanna help?â He repeats your plea in the form of a question, a little dumbfounded. Heâs trying to figure out whatâs happening right now.Â
âI do,â you answer in a honeyed voice as you dig your hand back into his pants. Heâs unable to respond with words as you swirl your palm over the head of his cock, mixing saliva and precome, but his body eggs you on. He bucks into your fist, and you work quickly, pumping his throbbing length. The slick noises are muffled by the layers of clothing, but the grunts that catch in his throat shoot piping-hot desire straight into your core.Â
He looks a little desperate, eyes slammed shut again, jaw slack, arms hanging uselessly at his side. And for god knows why, the entire scene pulls a moan from your lips. The sweet sound snaps Joel back to attention. His hands shoot straight to your breasts, cupping them gently to feel them bounce against the motion of your arm wrestling with his jeans to keep stroking his cock.Â
Theyâre so close to spilling over your tank top on their own. Joel canât resist tugging the thin material until they spill over the top. The sight alone nearly has him coming in his pants. But then you moan so loudly when he squeezes them both and pinches at your nipples, and he really canât stop.Â
âFuck, fuck, wait,â he spits out, but itâs too late. His hips jerk erratically, thrusting into your slick fist, and heâs coming. It coats your hand and wrist and makes an absolute mess. You relax your grip when his whole body seems to shudder and gently remove your hand. He tries to choke his groan of frustration before it surfaces, but he immediately pauses his shame spiral when he sees you suck your come-coated fingers one by one.Â
âGod, thatâs so fucking hot,â you tell him. At the same time, heâs muttering curses at the sight of you. Youâre feeling a little giddy that all it took was your hand and showing your tits to have Joel losing control and spilling his load for you. It has your mouth curling into an impish grin.Â
Heâs got the sight of you half topless in his kitchen, licking your fingers, looking awfully proud of yourself, etching into his memory. Before the blood can return to his brain, he grabs you tightly by the ribs and walks you backward towards the counter. He lifts you onto it and wrenches open your shorts, yanking at them as you lift your hips so he can slide them off of you and drop them onto the kitchen floor.Â
Yes! Yes! Yes! The horny little goblins in your brain shriek and chant, incited by the rough and impulsive way Joel gropes at you. Itâs barbaric, and that delights you.Â
Sitting on the counter, you give him such perfect access to put his mouth on your breasts that he forgets what he was going to say. He mouths at each of them wetly, his beard tickling you as heâs busy sucking marks into your delicate skin. He sucks and bites at your strained nipples until your loud whines turn into a sharp gasp, and he pulls back.Â
The heavy-lidded look on your face has him diving back in for more, and you groan and arch into his touch. You rake your fingers into the curls at the back of his neck and tug at him. He grunts and moans into your skin, and it drives you wild. You need to feel him closer.Â
You grab the worn cotton on his shoulders until he lets you slip the shirt over his head and drop it onto the counter next to you. It gives you the briefest moment to take in the sight of his built chest and shoulders and softer midsection with that trail of hair you had memorized. You need to taste the salt on his skin.Â
Spreading your legs wider, he slots his hips against yours at the edge of the counter, and you run your tongue along his neck. You slide one of your hands down the smooth golden skin of his shoulder, and the other nestles back in his messy curls as his mouth finds yours.Â
He tastes like cheap coffee and the peppermint nicotine gum parked above his teeth along the left side of his mouth. You know itâs wrong that you canât get enough. But you're helpless when he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, and you mindlessly roll your hips, seeking any relief.Â
Heâs grumbling in your ear about how it seems like you need help now, but you couldnât care less about the words coming out of his mouth. His deep voice alone could get you off. You let out an uninhibited whine at the thought.Â
âJesus Christ,â he pulls back. His head hangs, staring at the floor. He shakes it in what you assume is disbelief. You donât want to wait for him to think any further. You grab his hand, pulling it between your legs.
âReally, fucking, hot.â You echo your earlier declaration. Doing your best to sound assertive. You figure at least your soaked panties will prove your point.Â
âFuck,â he stifles a groan. Youâre so wet it coats his fingertips through the thin material. He nudges his fingers into you, over your panties, and you whimper for him. The fabric sticks to you and makes an obscene sound as he toys with you for only seconds. âOh, you do need my help. Hm?âÂ
You nod, spreading your legs wider for Joel to have access. He scoffs at you, displayed eagerly atop his kitchen counter. âJust desperate for me, arenât ya?â
You snap your legs back shut with a glare.Â
âNo way,â you press, jabbing a finger into his chest, âyou donât get to laugh at me like Iâm a slut for you when you just came in your pants for me.âÂ
His nostrils flare, and blotchy red patches creep up his neck again. You arenât sure what kind of bear youâve just, quite literally, poked.Â
âBut you are, arenât you?â He challenges. âYou came all this way in this excuse for a shirt, just for me.âÂ
He wedges his hand back between your closed thighs, and you relax just enough to let him work his way back to your core. Your breathing gives you away when it hitches and stutters as he traces his fingers along the hem of the fabric between your legs. You let your legs fall a little wider apart, and he sinks a finger beneath the hem and right inside of you to the knuckle.Â
A whiny noise rolls in the back of your throat.Â
âShh,â he sinks a second finger inside of you, and your muscles spasm and contract, âthatâs better, hmm?â He slowly pulls his fingers almost all the way out and then plunges them back in. He repeats this, and your core tenses as you writhe for him.Â
âYou need more?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âYeah, you do.â He adds a third finger, and the slight stretch makes you hum.Â
âYou just need to be filled up, hm?â He teases you. Awfully confident now for a guy you just caught watching porn on his phone in a grimy back office in the middle of the afternoon.Â
But your noises and impatient movements spur him on. His sticky cock is filling out his jeans again. He nearly drools at the thought of the wet walls of your cunt, currently wrapped around his fingers, sliding over his cock instead. He knows you want it, too.
âDonât you?â He asks like you could read his mind.
âHm?â You hum absently. Empty headed. Youâre still taken by the entire pulpy, messy scene.Â
Reveling in the vulnerability of being spread open on his cluttered counter as youâre both half-dressed and panting in the otherâs hot breath. Any semblance of the lightness of your mood is quickly replaced with a blinding need. His fingers work into you, making obscene sounds, and then you add your own fingers. Circling your swollen clit just as he lets you in on his vision.Â
âYou wanna bounce on my lap. Fill this pussy with my cock.âÂ
âYes,â you hiss as you hover at the edge.Â
âYeah, thatâs it,â he watches your fingers working deftly over your swollen clit. The encouragement tips you over. Your body jolts erratically as you contract around his fingers, and bright sparks of pleasure course through you.Â
âYeah, youâre gonna ride me like fuckinâ champ,â he decides. You pull at his wrist when you start to feel overwhelmed, and he slides his wet fingers over your soft inner thigh. Heâs ready to grab you and carry you to the couch when both of your heads snap to attention at the sound of a door slamming in the driveway.Â
âShit,â he grumbles, looking for the clock on the stove before he remembers itâs definitely not set to the right time. You move nimbly, shimmying into your shorts, snapping your straps back over your shoulder, and brushing your hair out of your face.Â
âHey, wait,â he calls for you, but youâre on the move.Â
âLet me know when I can pick up the baking dish,â you call over your shoulder. Luckily, Joelâs next guest seemed to know him better. They were off to search the shop first, so you didnât collide with anyone before you got to your car. Joel stayed locked in the kitchen, catching his breath while you started to pull away. He didnât see that you stole his dirty Creed shirt off the counter before you skipped out the door.Â
When you grab it later to wear to bed, a naughty little smile tugs at the corners of your lips. When you pull the worn fabric to your nose to inhale deeply, you wonder if itâs one of those weird pheromone matches or something because youâre sure the sweaty man musk should be wrinkling your nose.Â
Instead, it makes you think of his big arms and chest filling out the shirt. And how his shoulder and back muscles ripple under his sun-bronzed skin. What theyâd look like coated in a sheen of salty sweat as he railed you, bent over his workbench, under the watchful eye of the calendar model and her flirty smize.Â
The image has you interrupting your own scenarios-before-bed time. Maybe Joel needs a model from this decade. You giggle, bunching up the t-shirt to snap a tasteful shot of some underboob cleavage, with the faded Creed logo on full display.Â
You send it off with no context, figuring itâs self-explanatory. Itâs less than a minute before your phone buzzes, and you feel the intoxicating rush rip through your body before you pick it up to see just the heading on your lockscreen:Â
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⢠I love you, I own you | Tartaglia
warnings: yandere, dub-con, penetration, coming inside, unprotected, undertones of misogyny, toxic parents, manipulation and gaslighting, obsessive, paranoid, and possessive behavior, toxic mindset, coerced submission, getting walked into, bribing, murder, torture, self-doubt and insecurities (mc), arranged marriage, implied financial insecurity, implied virginity (mc & childe), spoilers for tartagliaâs story/lore, unhealthy coping mechanisms, unreliable narration (at times). ask to tag.
pairing: afab! fem! reader (bottom) x childe (top)
word count: 13.3k
a/n: ahhh; hopefully this is good >_< i love him so much⌠after almost a year, âtis done ^_^
part two: here
â 18+
Childe is horrified and incredibly angered, if not down right homicidal, when he finds out your parents planned to have you engaged to a no-name Fatui henchman, itâs only a further blow to his already weakened heart when the news donât come from you nor your family but from the loud mouths of your âsoon to be fiancĂŠâ and his goons. His blue eyes widen and he feels himself grow lightheaded, his stomach feels like itâs turning itself inside out and, oh Celestia, he thinks heâs going to puke.
While perhaps not the most befitting behavior for a Harbinger, Ajax couldnât help but eavesdrop when he had first heard the mention of your name and while heâs extremely glad he did, - heâs silently thanking the Tsaritsa for telling him now so he could do something - he almost wishes he didnât as heâs now forced to go back to his office and wordlessly deal with the intrusive thoughts racing through his head.
All he can think about are the countless pinky promises youâd both made to each other during your childhood, the coos of both of your parents when they had first heard him declare his love for you, the feeling of your hands against his when you kissed his cheek goodbye before the fateful day he stumbled down the abyss, the way you and only you were the sole thing keeping him together during his time there, the way you sobbed in relief when he first approached you after emerging victorious from hell itself; did those moments mean nothing? Had only he been impacted by them? Had you forgotten his love for you - your love for him?
No, he thought as he marched to his desk, thereâs no way - you had to have felt it too, you must have kept those memories deep in your heart as did he. You both were meant to be, childhood sweethearts, one soul in two different bodies, created from the same stars and carved out from the same earth, put into the same world to meet and love each other from your first life to the last. You were his and he was yours, you were one and the same, you were lovers - it was written in the stars and in his very flesh, it was a fact as true as his love for you.
His breathing is ragged and he canât contain his shaking body, he never should have trusted your parents - they obviously didnât have your best interest in mind, if they cared about you at all they would have never promised your hand to another, they wouldâve realized he, Childe, Tartaglia, Ajax, he was the best man for you.
Granted, they hadnât heard from good little Ajax for years, not ever since heâd left for the Fatui - he only ever kept consistent correspondence with you and his family - but thatâs no excuse, there was no excuse for their actions, they were disgusting pests that were blinded by greed. How much money had they taken to accept such a disgusting agreement? 500,000 Mora? No, that was too cheap⌠1,000,000? 2,000,000? More? Maybe it was in the tens of millions, there was no way you were being given away for less, right?
âAhhh,â the ginger sank in his chair, his trembling hands finding his hair and pulling at the soft strands in frustration, âwhat do I do now? What should I do? What should I do? Shit⌠this canât be happening.â
He wanted to cry and destroy everything. Destroy that man, no⌠that poor, pathetic excuse of a man that had dared try and stake his claim on you. This wasnât your fault, there was no way you knew â never once in your letters had you mentioned a lover nor a wedding, you would have told him - would have begged for him to save you - if you did know you must have cried and begged for them to not marry you to that bastard, sobbed as you muttered his - Ajaxâs - name like a mantra, begging to be taken by him and finally wed to the true love of your life.
It felt like the world was falling and crushing him alive.
How could they do this to you? How dare they do this to you? To him, to you, to the both of you.
He could just have the man killed, sent on a suicide mission disguised as an essential step for gnosis hunting - maybe even under the pretense of a promotion, he was sure heâd accept anything, he was a no name soldier that would probably be forgotten by the next round of recruitment -, and make your parents go bankrupt, burn their house and have their businesses fail before delivering the final blow of jailing them due to fraud or maybe even executed under claims of treason; the thoughts calmed his rapid heart, if only slightly.
They needed to be taught a lesson, they shouldnât put their dirty, greedy hands where they didnât belong.
But no, thatâd be too light of a punishment, and there would be so many loose threads - heâd rather be on good terms with your family - if only for you -, could it maybe be a misunderstanding? It could be, right? They were like family to him once, after all, and a part of him hates the idea of them having grown so vile and corrupted, they were supposed to be his in-laws and heâd rather his children have both sets of grandparents. Not to mention, youâd be so sad to see them gone, even if there was a chance they were worth nothing more than dirt.
No, that wouldnât do, his wife couldnât be sad - heâd confront them as soon as physically possible, question their actions and propose a better arrangement, and depending on their answer they would become the Fatuiâs latest show of loyalty to the Tsaritsa or officially join the perfect future heâd dreamed of with you.
Yes, thatâs what heâd do, his shaking heart finally comes to a rest as he begins to plan his trip. If things went south he could easily have his initial plan executed quickly, and while he doesnât particularly like the idea of having to plan their execution arrangements, justice wasnât always pleasant.
Itâd be alright, surely all of this could be resolved through a mature, adult conversation. And if not, then Childe wasnât a Harbinger for naught.
It takes him a few days until heâs able to find the time to meet up with your parents, though, honestly, itâs more like barging into your home unannounced and demanding answers. He has a job - a serious job, after all, one that demands his presence and takes true effort and work, unlike that shitty excuse of meat your parents wanted you to marry - and he had matters to attend to â after all forging evidence for a possible execution isnât easy and he wants to be prepared, it was one of the few times where he wanted to come in with a proper battle plan.
He had it all planned out if things went south, a few reports here, some testimonies there, a lengthy transcript or two, a handful of bank reports, and soon your parents would look like traitors to the crown and be sentenced to public execution.
All he had to do was confront them in person. He wasnât sure if your parents would be home, he hoped so as to not prolong such a troublesome process any longer, but he was willing to wait. He was getting his answers today, one way or another; heâd free you from this horrid arrangement and whisk you away to give you the life you truly deserved.
Luckily for him, you live in the same neighborhood as you always had, so no time had to be wasted searching for your familyâs whereabouts. It had been a long time since heâd had the chance to come back to his childhood neighborhood and he canât help the giddiness in his heart as he strolls through memory lane while making his way down the streets you two shared a childhood in, it looked almost the same - a few differences here and there like a new house or someoneâs place having been renovated, but it felt just like home. His parents had long since moved houses into a fancier side of the city, the money Childe managed to bring home as a Harbinger long since allowing them the luxuries that had once felt impossible, but he almost wishes they hadnât as he spots your familyâs humble abode, his heart longing back to the days of your shared youth.
Itâs a two story house, built with strong wood made to resist Snezhnayaâs harshest winters and the cold summers, the roof was made of strong wood and designed so that snow would fall as to not sink, the front yard still held the swing youâd begged your parents for on your tenth birthday, the mailbox was still slightly crooked from the time he had head-butted it when racing you back from the park, the flowerbed still held the same flowers and plants that were able to withstand Snezhnayaâs harsh weather, the tree somehow still seemed to harbor the countless balls you two had gotten stuck there back when you were in your preteens; it was like it had been frozen in time, the only true difference he could spot was your older figure sitting on the front steps looking as if you were waiting for something, maybe someone; maybe him.
His heart stops as do his steps, heâd been so busy the last couple of years he hadnât been able to pay you a visit in person, heâd had a few soldiers patrol the area before, but nothing could prepare Ajax for the surge of emotions that coursed through his body as he laid eyes on you.
Your body was taller and you had grown into your features, but you were still you - your eyes still shined with the hope and love heâd long since lost while your lips were still as tempting as he remembered. There was no doubt it was you, heâd recognize you anywhere; no matter how much you changed. But you looked sad, your lips downcast, your eyes filled with tears, and your frame hunched over, it was clear you were cold by the shaking of your frame but you didnât falter - still sitting down with a flimsy blanket wrapped around you as you waited.
The scene made him pick up his pace, he was desperate to reach your side; what had happened? Why did you look so sad? Were you hurt? His men had not informed him of anything happening that would explain the crystal like tears that pooled in your eyes, just the sight was enough to have his blood boiling and fists shaking as he wondered who was responsible for the pain you so openly displayed.
Have you found out about Andrei and your parentsâ sins? The thought of them being the reason for your sorrow made him grow dizzy with rage, but the negative feelings can only last so long as he has you in his sights. Your mere presence seemed to lull his emotional heart into a more tranquil state.
â[Y/N]?â Childe asked, he was only a few feet away from you but he didnât dare walk closer, âIs that you?â
âA-Ajax?â Your eyes widened, hope evident in your voice and itâs like all traces of the previous pain in your face had vanished, âOh, Ajax!â
You hesitate for a second before breaking into a smile when you realize it really was him. It almost looks like you want to burst into tears and heâs sure he probably doesnât look any better, seeing you in the flesh after so long felt like a dream and as if every moment without you until now had been but a nightmare, he canât help himself from running towards you and throwing himself into your arms. He looks older, definitely more mature, his is build stronger now - probably due to the fighting and training he endured as a Harbinger, you thought - but his smile was still the same, perhaps a bit empty but it still filled your heart with a warmth that could battle Snezhnayaâs unforgiving cold. It felt right to have him back in your arms as if time had never been cruel and taken him away from you, you could have sweared your worries disappeared the moment you took in his warmth.
His white coat floats through the air as he lands between your arms, and you can feel his smile in your chest as he hugs you tight.
He was finally home, he thought, in your arms and back in the neighborhood that had raised him - he was with you and that was all that mattered, the man was filled with so much ecstasy he could almost forget why heâd come here.
âWhat are you doing here?â You ask him, your voice is shaky and the ginger feels himself melt at the familiar tone of your voice.
âI should be asking you that,â he laughs, his eyebrows becoming furrowed in concern as he speaks, âitâs freezing, darling, you shouldnât be outside.â
âI⌠I was waiting for one of your letters,â you whisper shyly, during your time away from each other - weekly letters had been your primary source of communication, something youâd learn to love and cherish as one of the few forms of contact you and Childe could have without your parents knowing his dangerous job and position.
âYouâre so cute,â he coos, he feels a weight lift off his shoulders as he realizes you were safe, if anything he feels ashamed he hadnât been able to send you anything and caused you such pain, his heart aches as he tries to wrap around his head he may have hurt your feelings, his gloved fingers find your cheek and squeezes it tightly, âhowever, itâs too cold for you to be outside with just a blanket, my love.â
âI know,â you shake your head, you go to lift a hand to wipe the stray tears that had escaped you but Childe takes care of it for you as he delicately caressed your face, âitâs just, I hadnât heard from you in almost two weeks and I got worried, I thought⌠maybe something had happened in Liyue and youâd gotten hurt.â
âO-oh⌠Iâm sorry,â his deep blue eyes look downcast as he processes your words, âI never meant to worry you, I had so much to do and to say that instead of a letter I decided to come meet you in person, i-isnât that better, love? I simply couldnât be away from you any longer, itâs my fault, though, I should have told you so earlier, ahh⌠I canât believe Iâve made my angel cry.â
A poor soldier would have their head cut off tonight, he thought, for he was certain heâd sent a bag full of letters meant to last you at least a full season to be delivered everyday to you while he arranged for this mess to be solved.
You nod as stars fill your eyes before shaking your head as if assuring him you were alright. You loved Ajax and you had loved him for almost all your life, from the moment you met him youâd been charmed by his boyish good looks and charisma, of course a few things had changed, but he was still your sweet Ajax, the boy whoâd stolen your heart and kept it safely within his arms for as long as youâve known him.
âCome on,â you signal him to stand up with a soft pat and the man has to stop himself from begging for more of your touch, âletâs go inside, you must be tired and we have so much to talk about.â He nods and lets himself be pulled up by you as you giggle and smile about finally being able to talk face to face after years of not being able to physically see each other.
You feel like a teenager again as you lead Ajax into your house, your heart beating like you were confessing your love for the first time - the excitement was practically the same, your head felt fuzzy from the warm feeling holding Childeâs hand gave you; you had missed him terribly. You feel like you were about to explode into a million piece from excitement, your head filled with everything youâve ever wanted to say to Ajaxâs face ever since he left, all the news that felt too important to simply write out and that had you hoping a day like this would finally come, youâre scared of coming off too intensely but your heart truly feels like itâll burst from joy, unfortunately your excitement comes to an abrupt end when you finally drag him into your living room. You turn around to offer him a drink or something to eat, the trip from the capital all the way over here was a couple hours long and heâd always had quite an appetite, but youâre faced with a look of disappointment and slight anger as he looks around the room, your heart sinks - just seconds ago he was all smiles and laughter as you two embraced each other in the harsh winter, having created a warm paradise between each other, but now he looked as if he couldnât stand to be in your house and you wonder if maybe youâd angered him somehow even though you logically knew youâd done nothing other than invite him inside.
Maybe you were overreacting, you think, youâd been quite paranoid as of recently, your family had been distant and youâd been feeling lonely and anxious for a while. Itâd been an embarrassingly long time since youâd had guests over, at least, guests that mattered to you and hadnât been your parentsâ friends or siblings spouses. The look in Ajaxâs face makes your stomach churn; had something happened?
âAre your parents home?â He asks, his voice tinged in a mixture of distaste and sadness, itâs lower than when heâd spoken to you earlier and you wonder what could have happened to create such a drastic change in his behavior. If you took the time to notice youâd see how his eyes glare at the family portrait; the two traitors clear as day as they embraced their children, Childe couldnât help but see them in a new, more negative and hateful light.
Not after two weeks of research, not when he was now certain they wanted to get in his way.
âNo, they said they werenât coming home until later tonight, but if you want to stay till then Iâm sure they'd love to see you again,â you try to reassure him thinking he was perhaps saddened at not being able to see your parents, itâd make sense since, unlike you two, they hadnât been able to keep in touch since the young manâs career in the Fatui began.
âI⌠I donât think I want to meet them, no,â Ajax shakes his head, his hair bouncing as he makes his way to your sofa, his legs tremble slightly â cowards, he thinks, not even able to show their faces, âI actually came here to talk to them but, ha⌠now that Iâm here Iâm not too sure.â
âHmm, how so?â You ask, your heart - which was already quite nervous at his sudden change of mood - sinks further, a sudden uneasiness fills your lungs.
Heâd come here in hopes of finding you parents and confronting them with his findings, he would have offered them a chance to redeem themselves and cancel the wedding without you even finding out about the secret dealings theyâd been making in your name, but they were not here, you were. Maybe, he could change his battle plan, if he couldnât talk to your parents⌠why not simply talk to you? If heâd offered a higher sum and never asked you himself, heâd be no better than that lowlife and your parents, not that youâd reject him - but the thought of steeping as low as they did made him sick.
âWhat are your thoughts about marriage?â The question is so sudden and unrelated to the previous topic you instinctively frown.
âMarriage,â you sit down opposite of him, it feels like youâre in a job interview as he questions you, âI mean, Iâve thought about it but Iâm not sure I want to get married, at least not now, Iâm not too sure Iâd want to give it all up; I mean, I have a job and friends, thereâs so much to do, so much I want to do⌠and I canât say Iâd be able to do it all if I was married. Iâd like to travel and, I⌠I donât know, learn more I guess, I feel like if I settle down it'll be once Iâm more, you know, confident or mature?â
You trail off awkwardly, it was true - the only times youâd ever seriously thought about marriage often included you being significantly older and, most of the time, with an already retired Ajax â though you wouldnât admit that to his face unless you were certain he felt the same. Youâd rather keep that last part hidden, if not for fear of making him uncomfortable, for the sake of your heart and fear of being brushed aside. Your parents had made it quite clear; you were no marriage-material, youâd be lucky if you even manage to get a partner at this rate, and you doubted a man as accomplished as Tartaglia, Ajax, the 11th Harbinger, would settle for a average, clumsy, pessimistic small town girl such as yourself.
He stays quiet as if a million thoughts were racing around his head; that wasnât the answer he particularly wanted, heâd rather hear youâd been fantasizing of marrying him, hear you ramble on and on about how youâd been waiting for him and were just about ready to go down the aisle with him and promise yourself to one another but he was glad you werenât against the idea of marriage, even if he wished youâd been more open about doing it sooner rather than later; but that would change, he was sure of it.
âAnd, uh, what about you?â You ask, the air felt heavy and you desperately wanted to ease the tension, only one thought was really running through your head that you were too afraid to ask; âWhat was going on with Ajax?â
âMe?â The question snaps him out of whatever mental trance heâd caught himself in, âWell, I want to get married, the sooner the better, I want to have a family, but itâs gotta be with the person I love the most in this world, I couldnât bring myself to imagine living without them.â
Neither the words themselves nor the sentiment are crazy, even if youâd only just gotten to know him, it was obvious Ajax wanted a loving family to call his own and it was a pretty common desire for many, it more so was the way his eyes seemed to bore into your own as he spoke, as if he were trying to let you know it was you who he was talking about. You flustered at the thought, it was perhaps selfish to think it was you he was talking about but the thought pleased you nonetheless even if your parentsâ words echoed in your mind.
âThatâs, ah,â you mumble, breaking eye contact and looking elsewhere, trying to calm your beating heart, you should stop being so silly - he was here to talk with your parents, not you, both of you meeting was mere coincidence, nothing else, âreally nice, I hope you find them soon..â
âYou do?â He smiles, seemingly pleased with your words, but itâs significantly weaker than usual.
Thereâs an awkward silence as you wonder if maybe, just maybe, heâd come here to propose. You know it sounds crazy and incredibly sudden but the mention of marriage and wanting to talk to your folk, the fact heâd made the time in his incredibly busy schedule and travels to come over to your house, it made it sound like he had ulterior motives for coming here and just the thought of them had you flustered. You may have just said you wanted to hold off on marriage, that you doubted someone like him would even think of being your partner, but you felt certain that if Ajax asked for your hand you would agree with no hesitation â out of a pitiful mix of love and desperation.
Youâre unsure of what to do and are about to speak up, willing to say almost anything to move the conversation forward and away from the topic, but he beats you to it and breaks the silence first.
âListen, dove⌠I-I love your parents and I wouldnât accuse them of something like this if I didnât have evidence, okay?â He lies through his teeth, after finding out the way they were so willing to get in between you two he could barely stand the thought of them now, but heâs lucky the rest of the words come easy, âI really didnât want to believe this either, but I have many a reason to suspect they may be trying marrying you off soon to a stranger.â
âW-What?â You breathe out, you struggle to process his words, itâs as if theyâd bounced off your brain and floated off elsewhere, âM-marrying me off? Whatâs - what do you mean?â
No, no, no way.
You feel yourself grow tense and light headed.
What sort of messed up prank was this? There was no way⌠right?
âIt seems they found a member of the Fatui,â he shakes his head, âa guy named Andrei Galkin, and theyâre planning to marry you off to him, so I decided to ask around - it seems like itâs been a topic for a while now, money may be involved too, the reason I came here was to⌠have a talk with your parents, see if I could change their mind.â
âD-do you even have proof?â You ask with a shivering voice, heat rushes to your cheeks as you begin to feel hot in embarrassment and anger; your parents were meaning to sell you off to some man? This had to be a joke Childe was playing, youâd known heâd become a bit off after the Abyss incident and you knew his time as a Harbinger probably messed him up, but this wasnât funny. It was disgusting, the mere prospect has you trembling as you try and grasp what on earth was happening. However, the more you look at him, you wonder if this is a joke at all. You studied him and his expression, desperately trying to see anything on his face thatâd indicate this was a sick prank from his part, a cheeky smile or maybe lack of eye contact - anything would do, you felt yourself begin to hyperventilate as you realized how absurd itâd be for him to come all the way to a village hours away from the main city to play such a horrible joke on you, one he must have known would cause you pain and anguish â you doubted heâd want to see you like this, at least you hoped he wouldnât want to see you like this.
Oh, the realization makes you grow lightheaded, he was probably telling the truth.
âThereâs correspondence between them and his family, thereâs also a wedding venue booked under their names,â Ajax mumbled, his voice a mere whisper against the sound of your beating heart, he pulls a few files from his coat and hands them to you - your last name is printed on the cover and you quickly open them and browse through the pages, your heart sinks, âI also found money transactions between your family and the Galkin family, about⌠Iâm sorry but I canât ââ
âHow much, Ajax?â You feel stiff and your hands start shaking making it hard for you to continue flipping through the countless reports, photographs, records, bank transactions, and letters, your blood feels terribly cold as you try to calm down the whirlwind of feelings that coursed through your body, but you couldnât bring yourself to calm down, not when your family, your parents of all people, have seemed to been able to calmly put a price on not only your love but your person as well.
âAbout 900,000 Mora,â he mutters, cold blue eyes avoiding your gaze as he continues, âto Uncle and Auntie from Andreiâs family.â
â900,000 MoraâŚâ You feel your heart shatter as Childe brings a comforting hand towards your shoulders, his calloused fingers massaging your tense muscles, âYouâre⌠youâre serious, arenât you?â
âIâd never lie about such a thing,â he approaches you slowly, Ajax continues speaking as he envelops you with a hug soon after removing the papers from your trembling hands,âthis pains me as much as it pains you.â
All of this was true, itâd taken him a long time to gather it all, but the reality was simple and cruel;
your parents had begun arranging for your marriage to an older Fatui soldier for after his retirement.
âWhy⌠why would they do this?â You mutter, feeling sorrow slowly fill your lungs up - making it harder to breathe comfortably, âH-how could they? How could they? Why⌠Ajax, w-why?â
You felt like an idiot, just minutes ago youâd naively thought you may be getting proposed to by your childhood lover, a childish and hopelessly romantic thought, but now youâre sitting in your living room, on the verge of a breakdown as you tried to think of why on earth your parents would be willing to accept such an offer on your behalf, why theyâd use you - their daughter - for Mora.
âShhh, itâs okay, let it out,â he brings your head into his shoulder, caressing your back in a soothing manner, âit must feel horrible, Iâm sure.â
And so you sit there, sobbing into your old friend as you try and process the information presented in front of you. It takes you a good couple of minutes to calm down, by then you two have once again sat down on the couch.
âWhat am I going to do?â You bury your face into your hands, your body shook as you thought about having to confront your parents once they arrived now with the knowledge you had.
It takes Ajax a couple of seconds before he speaks up, he needed to make it seem like he hadnât been thinking of this from the moment heâd gotten his hands on the evidence himself; âI have an idea but...â
Your head shoots up in record speed, you could practically feel your neck crack from the sudden move but you didnât care, you were desperate for a solution - no matter how good or bad it may be; âOh come on, just spit it out, nothing could be worse than this.â
âMarry me.â
Your eyes widen and your breath hitches; âM-Marry you?â
He nods, sapphire eyes staring you down like a hunter would prey - you didnât like the way he was looking at you.
âWhy?â
âWhy?â He echos, you can see him stifle a laugh, âBecause itâs either that or marrying some lowlife named Andrei who paid to wed you.â
You feel your body stiffen at the harsh words, they were true but that didnât mean it didnât hurt to hear. You avoid looking him in the eyes, your hands anxiously twiddle each other.
â⌠and what if youâre wrong?â
âWhat?â He asks as if he couldnât believe what you had just said.
âWhat if my parents arenât marrying me offâŚâ
âDarling,â Ajax laughs but his eyes didnât seem to have gotten the memo, âare you doubting me? I gave you evidence, itâs right there.â
âNot necessarily,â you look away, you couldnât help but wonder why you needed to explain yourself, âbut, come on, I canât accept this, itâs too sudden and mom and dad, t-theyâd never do this to me, right? Iâm their daughter, you know? They love me, they said they did and you donât do this if you love someone, right?. So⌠so w-what if youâre wrong?â
âWrong? Thereâs no other interpretation that makes sense of what weâve both seen. Why would I lie to you about this? Come on, love, look at me, do I look like Iâm enjoying this?â He questions you, âLook at me, come on, listen to me, if it were up to me,â he grabs your chin when you refuse to meet his gaze, his dark blue eyes stare deeply into your soul; they donât shine the way the once used to, âI would have asked them for their blessing and proposed to you in the plaza, I would have had a ring ordered from Liyue costume made for you, Iâd organize for their to be flowers of every color imaginable, even arrange food and music too, there would be hundreds onlookers whoâd die to experience a fraction of the joy we would be feeling, I would have invited my family and yours, Iâd have you wearing a custom dress, youâd be the happiest woman in Teyvat if Iâd have my way⌠but look where we are instead, canât you see? This isnât what I wanted for us, this isnât what I wanted for you, but we still have time, we can still fix it. But before that first, you have to believe me and get it through your head; this is who they are, this is what theyâve done, your parents donât love you any more.â
ââŚâ You can only look at him in shock as you feel tears swell in your eyes because it was not far fetched to say that the last few months your family had been distant, that theyâd begun to act strange, and that youâd been short on cash for Tsaritsa knows how long, it hurt because a part of you felt like this was plausible. Because it was true, you were the youngest and that you didnât exactly pull your weight the same way your siblings did, it was true youâd been more of a casualty in your familyâs life but that didnât mean theyâd sell you off. No, they had treated you with love and kindness, theyâd been there for every big step in your life, they loved you⌠right? Theyâd never do this to you, they would never accept Mora in exchange for your hand in marriage. They would never trade their love for you for some Money⌠right?
Maybe their love was ensuring you had a better future, one where your lover took care of you even if you didnât exactly choose them, it was true your love life had been awfully stale, that the only person youâd ever been interested in who had also liked you back was in the army, and that you were never quite able to secure a full time job, it was always part-time and you were always booked the least compared to your coworkers. It was true you didnât have many friends, most of the people your age had moved away by now, you were the only one of your siblings who wasnât married or dating someone, out of all of your siblings you were the only one who seemed to remain the same no matter how many years passed. Maybe it was exactly what this was, a misunderstood, misplaced, and ill-fitting way of showing their love; but maybe you hated the thought this was their way of expressing it more than you were moved theyâd tried at all.
âShhh, my love,â you didnât quite catch when Ajax had started wiping your tears away nor when he had managed to get so close, but at that moment â the moment where your whole life felt so uncertain and shaken â you were willing to ignore it all, âitâs okay, I know what youâre thinking⌠My offer still stands, you can still marry me.â
âAnd then what?â You sobbed, holding his gloved hands tightly against your cheek, âWhat am I going to do after that?â
âYouâll move in with me,â he responds matter of factly yet his tone is still soft, as if he feared speaking too loudly would scare you away, âand weâll tell them together and youâll make your bags and weâll be on our way away from all of this mess. Please listen to me, sweetheart, as of right now, Iâm the only choice for you â it wonât be bad at all, itâll be lovely in fact, donât you want that?â
ââŚâ
âPlease, please trust me, I only want whatâs best for you,â he continues, ignoring your silence and instead continuing to caress your skin, âIâve worked with Andrei, heâs no good, heâs older and cranky, heâs always in a bad mood, he wonât satisfy you, and I donât want you to be miserable, I mean look at you, is this what you want? Hear me out and put trust in me, you wonât regret it; Iâll get you out of this, I promise.â
âButâŚâ
âI love you and I know you love me,â he whispered, drawing closer to you, his voice low as he slowly leans into your lips, he stops right before they can touch his own, âand Iâm sure youâll grow to love this too.â
Thereâs a silence as you let your options cross your head, you feel yourself grow overwhelmed, being struck with grief and regret in such strong waves you have no choice but to simply give in to the only secure stone you currently see in the storm that was brewing in your mind.
He loved you, he said so himself, and heâd protect you, heâd promised. You could trust him, you had to trust him; you had no one else.
âIâll⌠Iâll marry you.â
âThatâs my girl.â He boasts, his face â which is now close enough for you to smell the mint in his breath â breaks into a smile before heâs leaning into your face to kiss you; You reciprocate the action and close your eyes, secretly hoping that today was but a nightmare.
You feel his gloved hands wander around your body, the leather-like material is smooth as his skilled digits play around. Thereâs barely any time to breathe as he continues kissing you until you grow dizzy from the lack of oxygen entering your lungs.
You had always liked Ajax, always dreamed of marrying him, but as your dreams were coming true you couldnât help but feel suffocated by the circumstances that brought it up.
âDarling,â he moans, as he finally parts himself from your abused lips, âyouâre not kissing back, donât tell me you ââ
âAjax,â you interrupt, your voice barely above a whisper as you desperately try to dive into his eyes, seeking an answer, âwhy are you doing this?â
The question spoke for itself, no further clarification was needed; why had he come? Why had he revealed your parentsâ plans? Was it even as awful as he made it seem? Why did he care? Why now? Did he really want to marry you or did he just feel responsible for you? Why did he bring himself into this mess? Why you, why him, why, why, why, why? Simply; why?
A part of you couldnât quite believe what youâd heard, you still struggled to grasp the idea that your parents would even think of giving your hand away for Mora, and yet the intensity in his voice, the anger in his tone as he relayed the information heâd gathered could have convinced anyone, you doubted heâd lie about something as severe. If this was the truth, itâd been revealed to you too quickly, youâd been expected to get over it too soon, one moment you find out your parents were getting rid of you and your trust in the most materialistic of ways and the next youâve been proposed to by a man you hadnât seen in person for over half a decade. You canât help but wonder if you said yes because you loved him or because you were desperate, for what - you didnât know.
âBecause I love you,â he speaks, his dull eyes finding yours and you wonder if theyâd always lacked light, âI love you⌠and Iâm not letting anyone get in my- our way.â
In his head, this was the only way to have you, this was the only way to love you, he was going to save you.
He doesnât stop to wait for your response before heâs picked you up with ease, years of training and hard work evident by how nonchalantly he walks around your house and goes up the stairs, ignoring all the other rooms and picking up the pace the closer you got to the destination; you were going to your bedroom, you realize, the one youâd been occupying since you were a child. You never thought your house to be small but the speed in which he was walking made you aware of how short the distance between your bedroom and living room was.
âAjax, what are you doing?â You whimper, you hold on tightly to the ginger, youâre so close you can smell his cologne, afraid heâd let you do if you let up even for a second.
âIâll show you,â he continued down the hall, thereâs an edge to his voice that gives you a chill, he sounded almost angry but with whom you did not know, âIâll show you why Iâm doing this.â
You two finally make your way to your bedroom where he kicks the door open and plops you, quite unceremoniously, down onto the mattress. He kicks off his shoes and wiggles his heavy coat off before climbing the bed with you, he tugs you around until youâre below him.
âYouâre doing all of this too fast, calm down,â you argue, pain and sorrow still evident in your voice and it hurts his soul to hear it, âyou donât have to prove me anything, IâŚâ
âEverything Iâve said is true, love,â the red-head insists, âand Iâm doing this equally for me as Iâm doing it for you.â
You donât respond, instead you opt to look away; his gaze was becoming too intense and it was making you feel funny in ways you hadnât felt before.
âLook at me,â his hands find your jaw and he redirects your gaze forcefully, âyouâve already said yes, unless⌠donât tell me you,â his eyes darken as they narrowed, an almost animalistic look took over his features, âyou lied and you donât want to marry me.â
âI⌠I do, Iâve always wanted to, but,â Itâs embarrassing to admit but you do so anyway in fear of creating a misunderstanding between the two of you, everything was going so fast you were struggling to keep up, âbut⌠is this really how you want to do it?â
You were certain you could take things slower, maybe wait for your parents to come home and talk to them, you didnât understand why he was in such a hurry, was this healthy? Was this okay?
âYes,â it seems like he can sense your hesitation so he continues, âI wouldnât have it any other way.â His words held so much certainty you almost feel stupid for even questioning him, he drew near your lips once more before engulfing your mouth in a kiss, this time with much more vigor than before.
His teeth nip at your lips, begging for entry and you shyly grant it, slowly parting your mouth open. Itâs all so messy as you feel his tongue enter your mouth, the muscle seemingly had a life of its own as it mapped your mouth, teeth clashed against each other as if he were desperate to dominate you.
His hands find your waist and insists on pushing you further into the bed, molding your body into the mattress, as he rubs your sides with slow, sensual movements that light your body ablaze. The contrast between the continuous attacks on your lips and the soft stroking of your body left you dizzy, he handled you as if you were made of porcelain and yet ravaged you like a beast when granted access.
You unknowingly whine as your lips finally part, taking a deep breath of air in the process, a thin strip of saliva connected you both, a lewd indicator of the passion Ajax wished to imprint on you. Youâre both panting, clearly riled up from the heated kiss, but the man on top of you insisted on letting his hands work their way through you. Your eyes trail downwards where his gloved digits traced the shape of your body, the way they glide across your curves and dips was hypnotizing, and you miss the way a smirk overtakes his features as he realizes how tightly heâs got you wrapped around those very same fingers.
You feel his breath before you hear his words; âCan I take this off?â
His voice is barely above a whisper yet his question rings around the room like a scream, you feel yourself grow hot under your clothes; the same ones heâd just asked to remove off of you.
Youâre too embarrassed to answer him, still slightly hesitant to continue going, you can feel your cheeks heat up into a burning mess and youâre scared that if you speak youâll make a fool of yourself, so instead you nod slowly, trying to calm your racing mind, moving your eyes elsewhere in hopes you wouldnât have to see the smug look his face was sure to take.
However, heâs quick to catch your face and redirect your gaze back to himself; âThank you.â
You let him pick you from the bed to fiddle with the claps on the back of your dress, his fingers are swift in figuring out how to free you from your outer layers, itâs almost amazing how quickly heâs able to take your clothes off until youâre clad in your modest undergarments.
Due to Snezhnayaâs unforgiving winters you often layered multiple articles of clothing and prioritized warmth over aesthetics, the thought your underwear might be underwhelming doesnât cross your mind until youâre left with your thigh-length woolen socks and plain bra and panties. You wonder if maybe the sight would be disappointing for a man as well traveled as Childe, heâs probably seen much more appealing bodies and clothes during his travels, but that idea goes as quickly as it comes when you finally see his reaction to your partially bare body.
Even though he still wore multiple layers, you could see the way his chest had begun to fall and rise unsteadily, his cheeks have taken a feverish glow, and his breath has become noticeably ragged, the hands that held the clothes heâd recently taken off your body were clearly shaking, his fists tightened their grip on the soft fabrics of your garments until they wrinkled. His eyes never left you, even as they traveled through your body, mapping out every nook and cranny he so desperately wanted to mark and savor, he didnât dare let his gaze wander as if afraid the minute he did youâd disappear and heâd wake up in his office, cold and alone.
âHahâŚâ Ajax lets out a soft moan as he takes in the sight in front of him, he feels weak and bothered as he watched your breasts rise and fall as you breathed, he lets his eyes go downwards until heâs face to face with your covered pussy and he feels his underwear slowly moisten as he catches sight of a small wet patch that had formed in your panties.
âDonât look at me like thatâŚâ You mumble into your arms, your body instinctively tries to hide itself but your friend doesn't allow it. The minute he feels your legs try to bundle together he slots himself in between them and throws your clothes away so he can fully grasp and force them apart.
Thereâs silence as you both stare at each other, waiting for one of you to make the first move and fully pass the point of no return.
Surprisingly, this time itâs you who grows impatient and drags the ginger down to meet your hungry lips.
Maybe itâs because right now, Ajax felt like the only person who cared about you and you felt desperate to feel comforted, you felt betrayed and hurt and you craved to be reminded you were loved. It wasnât healthy and a part of you felt guilty, like you were using him for momentary comfort, as if youâd forced him to come and offer his hand in marriage, if you were smarter and stronger maybe you wouldâve realized what was going on and could have stopped it. But heâd said he loved you, right? You loved him, you knew you did and heâd gone and declared his love for you first, even when you were kids he was always dedicated to reminding you of his adoration, but your parents said that too and where did that lead to? He wasnât doing this out of feeling obligated to care for you, was he?
Maybe this was a mistake, you probably should not be initiating sex with a man you havenât seen in person in years after he came to tell you your parent had sold you off to marry some rich old, gross soldier, you instead should have sat down and talked for longer, tried figuring out what was going on and perhaps find a solution that didnât include you marrying your childhood sweetheart, not out of love but out of fear of being forced into an arranged marriage with a stranger. But the fact of the matter is that you didnât do that, you let yourself be dragged along by his passion and desperation, you now laid in bed making out with Ajax as you desperately tried to push the thoughts of self-doubt and disgust away.
You try to focus on the present without thinking of the past nor the future; The almost one million Mora your parents had pocketed didnât mean anything, there was no Andrei Galkin, Ajax had never left you, the Fatui didnât exist, there hadnât been any betrayal or hurt feelings, you were safe and you were free, there was nothing. In this room, at least for this moment, all that existed was you and Tartaglia.
His shirt is a barrier between your greedy hands and his naked body thatâs becoming increasingly annoying as you parted your lips to grant him access to your all of mouth, which he gladly accepts as your tongues caress each other in a sloppy manner, you feel your teeth sometimes clash with his own but youâre too focused on tugging at his clothes, trying to get them off with the least amount of space between you both to care. They could rip, you didnât care, you wanted to feel his body and warmth, you needed to feel alive.
Your body is starting to feel tingly, your nipples feel hard against your bra and your lower region becomes needy. You want him to touch you more but his hands are busy fiddling with your hips and waist, alternating between the two spots as he caresses and pinches your skin.
You both seem hesitant to let each other go even if itâs for something as necessary as catching your breaths, but even if things seemed to have slowed down it didnât mean something isn't happening.
âAjax,â your voice is soft and breathless, you feel your lungs beg you to not speak, âtake âem off, wanna touch youâŚâ
You gesture at his clothes, slowly running a finger around his chest and stopping at - where you guessed - his nipple was and pressing down hard.
A deep grunt of approval escaped the manâs lips at the feeling and it took him a second to nod, busy trying not to focus too much on the way he felt his cock throbbing, and back off to make way for him to take his clothes off. Childe refuses to completely climb off you, instead leaning backwards to unbutton his shirt and click off the harness he wore, his coat falling behind is his figure, and his shoes long since thrown elsewhere, his pink nipples are clearly sensitive as his eyes shut off tightly as his clothes graze them, his whole body felt on fire - as if your mere presence were an aphrodisiac to the man. Next is his pants and socks and he does his very best to be as quick as humanly possible, theyâre all off in record speed and heâs soon only wearing his underwear.
The minute heâs done, heâs thrown himself back onto you as if trying to make up for the few seconds heâd parted from you.
Youâre flustered as you finally feel his skin freely come in contact with yours, as if the situation slowly began sinking in just then. Not to mention, youâd caught sight of his raging boner through the thin layer of fabric that constituted his undergarments. It looked big and thick and you wondered, if you even reached that point, if it was even possible to feel good from such a thing pounding on your hole, it looked like itâd hurt more than anything. But a greedy part of you was desperate to find out how itâd feel to have all of him inside of you, to have his fat tip caressing the deepest corners of your body, painting your gummy insides white.
This time, you both skip the kissing and go straight to touching each other, this time more shamelessly and with less hesitance. Your hands find his neck and you pull his head into the crook of your neck where he dedicates his time to litter kisses across the area, you let your hands wander across his shoulders and neck, softly scratching the skin under your nails whenever he kisses a particularly sensitive spot. On the other hand, Ajax let his hands travel across your chest and cup your breasts, he molds the flesh like a stress ball, tightening his grip and pulling at them like they were toys. The feeling of your bra coming into contact with your hardening nipples makes you whimper and moan while your body contorts in an attempt to meld deeper with the man on top of you.
Your movements are restricted and awkward as you were currently caged between the bed and him, but you do your best to communicate your growing neediness.
âA-Ajax, mhmm~!â You gasp, his teeth gnaw at a spot in your neck that has a shot of neediness reaching your privates in electrifying waves, â⌠more, I wanâ moreâŚâ
You can feel his lips curve into a smirk as he hears the desperation in your voice but heâs not better at concealing the very obvious way your words affected him; âMy dove wants more? Hahâhaha, a-arenât you such a cute ând needy little thing.â
You huff slightly at his teasing words but you canât deny that the way he addressed you as âhisâ made you grow increasingly horny. He seems to hear your soft complaint and finally parts with your neck, which was now littered with hickies and love bites, to allow himself to gaze deeply into your eyes.
You could never deny that Ajaxâs eyes were the prettiest shade of blue youâd ever seen, they resemble sapphires and noctilucous jade but with less shine. When you both were younger youâd spend hours gazing upon them, admiring the intensity they held. Now, however, you canât say you arenât slightly intimidated as he gazes at you like a predator. His hands leave your body and youâre immediately missing the warmth they provided you, in fact, youâre about to complain and ask him to touch you again when he suddenly cups your clothed pussy with his hand.
His hand is large, his fingers are long and the palm is in no way small, which meant most - if not all - of your cunt was now being held in one of his hands. His thumb is hovering over your clit and you gasp as you feel him tighten his hold and trace his fingers across your slit and up to your sensitive nub.
You squirm, letting your bottom grind against his hands, slowly building up your pleasure until youâre letting out soft moans and whines. Tartaglia decides to aid you as he himself works towards getting his member hard and oozing with release by moving his hand across your pussy and grinding on your thighs simultaneously. Your mind grows hot and dazed as you sense your pussy begin to drool, you could feel the way your juices leaked, the wet trail theyâd leave and traveled across your your entrance, down your slit and across your thighs, soaking your underwear with release; you wondered if Ajax could feel your excitement too.
You could certainly feel him. His cock had long since been hard and leaking precum, you could make out through hazy eyes and desperate movements a wet patch on his boxers. It looked so big constrained against the fabric, you wanted to free his cock and feel it inside your hole, any of them, his balls seemed to hold unceremonious amounts of cum as the wetness kept growing more and more visible to you, you wondered if heâd be willing to come inside of you if you asked.
You both work together, trying to make the other as aroused as possible until someone snapped and began demanding the intercourse you both clearly wanted.
You donât want to give in, not yet, but heâs begun to tease your slit with his fingertips and youâre growing aggravated from the empty feeling in your cunt. You feel yourself clenching onto nothing, your walls closing desperately trying to find anything to grip onto, you are growing desperate to feel something inside, be it his fingers, his tongue or his cock â you wanted him inside of you, now.
âHa⌠hah~â You can feel his tongue hanging from his open mouth, drool escapes his parted lips and coats your breasts, youâre surprised heâs managed to keep himself up for so long, all the training heâd endured paying off and allowing him to mount your thighs and grind his length against your skin, his expression is one of extreme arousal that makes you tense and grow lust-drunk, âT-Tell me⌠dâya wanna feel my cock in your pussy yet, darling?â
ââŚ! Mâmhk?!â You let out a high pitched whine as a particular stroke of his hands delves momentarily into your clothed hole, you can feel your cum slowly dirty your underwear.
âLook at you,â he chuckles, his movements growing erratic, his ginger hair seems darker and less vibrant against his reddened face, âyour⌠your pussy is begginâ for me!â
âPleaseâŚâ Your voice is barely above a whisper, your body still rocks alongside his own as he uses your body to get off and bring you close to a mind-numbing release, your voice wavers as your whole being is shocked from the pleasure Ajaxâs hand toying with your clothed cunt brings, your legs twitch and your body keeps contorting and folding.
âHmm, please what? I need you to tell me,â he mumbles, his voice takes a deep, desperate and animalistic tone as he continues, he takes his fingers and starts to circle your clit with an unimaginable force, âWhat do you want, huh? If you want me to fuck y-you, youâll need to use your big girl words. Say; âI want my husbandâs cock inside of meâ, come on, ask for y-your husbandâs cockâŚ!â
âA~AjaxâŚ! Please-uhâŚâ Your body begins to hurt, your very own genitals seem to be burning in fire as you desperately try to soothe the ache in your womb and clit. You begin to rut against his hands at an embarrassing, almost objectifying, pace, absolutely desperate to cum and lift the cloud of lust that seemed to haunt you from the moment Ajax laid your body on your mattress.
âThatâs not who I am,â he mumbles into your skin, his teeth beginning to bite and mark the flesh of your breast, âIâm y-your husband now, right? So, ask for it properly⌠hah~ wonât you?â
â⌠want my h-husbandâs cock, I⌠inside of me, please,â you whine between heavy breaths, âI⌠want to fuck myâhah⌠h-husbandâŚâ
The moan that leaves his lips is loud and primal, his whole body shudders as he hears your plea. He didnât think he could get any harder and yet hearing your shaky voice ask for him sends a rush of blood through his body and straight to his dick.
âAhaha⌠thatâs right, isnât it? I-Iâm your husband now,â an unsettling grin starts to form on his face, one that, if you werenât so desperate and vulnerable, would probably have sent a shiver down your spine; it was an expression that resembled his face after ending a powerful opponent, one that meant victory was his, that heâd won, it was the face many people would see before departing the realm of the living, one of pure, unhinged bliss that could only be understood by a man such as himself, âIâm your husband, your husband⌠a-ah! Ha-ah, that means⌠hah, that means itâs my duty to fuck you, to make you feel good, a good husband makes love to his spouse, right? S-so as your husband, I get to be inside of you⌠a-and make you cum lots. Yeah, I⌠Iâm going to be the best husband, youâll feel good too⌠So be a good wife and take all of my love, âkay?â
During his incoherent rambling, which you barely could understand, he works to rid you of your underwear with desperate movements. His hands pull at the fabric with enough force that they tear, allowing him to rip the fabric off your hips and discard it on the floor. The cool air in your room hits your lower end and makes you shiver, your body had been previously engulfed by Childeâs warmth, the feeling of his own heating body and rapid blood circulation had sheltered you from the freezing temperature outside of the sinful haven between your bodies. The difference in temperature and its effect on you seems to have been noticed by your partner, who looks around the room trying to find a solution.
You want to hurry him up, tell him you didnât mind the cold, that you just wanted to feel him inside you for the first time, but before you know it heâs pulling something from behind; his white coat soon is back on his shoulders, lazily throw on, barely holding up as he quickly pulls his underwear off. Heâs quick and precise, never wasting a moment as he adjusts himself on top of you once more, this time with his bare cock leaking on your stomach.
âIâll heat you up⌠inside and out, hahâŚâ He mumbles, adjusting the coat so it covers both of you, the long, heavy material immediately worked wonders as your body regained its warmth.
You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you, youâre both trembling as he slowly lowers his pelvis to meet your own. You were right, he was big and he was long and thick, but he made sure to go slowly as he inserted two fingers to stretch you out in preparation.
Your slick facilitates the intrusion, thereâs not much pain as he opens and closes his fingers, curling and extending them, as if trying to gauge how far you could stretch. His cheeks are a bright red, sweat runs through his forehead as he feels your body accommodate the feeling of his fingers. Ajax was big, always taller than most in your village, and his time in the Fatui had definitely contributed to his size â his shoulders were broad, his chest chiseled, and his fingers, the ones that slowly danced inside your pussy, were long and calloused. This was your first time feeling something other than your own hands and Ajax was making sure to show you all the places you could have never reached on your own.
You donât even realize youâd begun panting, soft whines and moans had been leaving your lips forma while now, noises that only served to encourage Ajax further. But he had to stop, he needed you both to cum together as one. Your first time together had to be romantic like that, both of you climaxing together and coming undone at the same time.
Thereâs a feeling of emptiness and disappointment that follows the feeling of his fingers leaving your body, youâre about to complain when you see him bring his fingers to his lips to lap at the slick that had stuck to them. Youâre mesmerized at the lewd image, gazing hopelessly at the way his face melted into one of pure pleasure as he tasted you. He makes sure to lick his fingers clean, his tongue lapping at the cum.
You catch his eyes and they soften, a lovestruck look taking over his features, you nod and open your legs wider than before; encouraging him to finally fuck you. He positions himself outside of your opening, making sure you grasp your legs and pull them as wide apart as he physically could without hurting you.
Even with the previous preparation, your breath is knocked out of your lungs as his tip slowly makes its way through your slit, past the muscles and finally inside your gummy walls.
He uses his arms to adjust his body, making sure to be as careful as possible as to not hurt you. This was your first time making love to each other, and heâd be damned if he were the one to cause you pain.
He gives you a second before pushing the rest in, heâs still slow, attempting to coax your body into adjusting to the feeling of being so full. His blue eyes are closed, his breath is heavy and you can feel the bed shake as he tries to control himself, youâre not faring much better, your head felt light as all your body could seemingly concentrate on was the feeling between your legs, your body was heating up and you could feel the warmth radiate off your skin.
You know heâs fully sheathed himself when you feel the soft âthudâ of his balls hitting your ass, youâve become hyper aware of the proximity and situation youâre in as his cock begins to throb inside of your pussy, his head comes to rest on the crook of your neck as you both adjust to the feeling of each other's body.
A moment passes, your walls that had previously been gripping Ajax like a lifeline slowly weaken, finally allowing both of you to relax and begin to experiment.
âI-Iâll startâŚâ He mumbles, avoiding your gaze as if feeling shy, he begins to move around as if to grip the bedâs headboard, all while still inside you, his arms allowing him to cover your body from the world.
As you look up, you realize how heâs become all you see, his imposing frame and coat acting as a curtain blocking the outside from entering your view. Your heart feels heavy but you try and pay it no mind.
The movements are slow and clumsy at first, his cock never truly leaves your warmth fully, his tip always kept inside of your cunt - one way or another. The feeling is strange, youâre not used to the way his length would gaze at your walls or the feeling of the veins on his dick caressing spots inside of you that made you gasp and curl your toes. Itâs new and it takes some adjusting before you begin to rock your own hips to meet his, suddenly it begins to feel good, really good in fact. There was something about the stretch, maybe it was the feeling of being so full, the way his cock curved and hit spongy spots in your pussy becomes addicting, or maybe it was the fat vein that decorated the underside of his cock, but it wasnât long until youâre trying to entice a faster, tougher pace.
He takes his time teasing and easing you into the rhythm of sex, he wouldnât tell you, but a part of him was scared that if he picked up his pace he wouldnât be able to stop until you were leaking his cum - not to mention, he wasnât sure heâd last long if he started to fuck you even faster. The feeling of your walls gripping him was divine, there are moments his thrusts grow unsteady and out of sync, as if his body was trying to take control and allow itself to set the animalistic pace he so desperately wanted, itâs these exact moments where his patience is tested, where he wants nothing more than to pick up your body and use it as a toy to fill with his semen.
âI wanâ more,'' you moan and he freezes as he feels your hips pathetically lift up to meet his heated thrust, your lower region coming up and rolling, rocking, and sloppily caressing his own pelvis in an attempt to suck him deeper into your sex, this was the first time youâd ever experienced such fullness and pleasure, your mind was numb and youâd forgotten all about previous sorrows, you truly wanted to feel more and more until all you could think of was Ajaxâs cock and feeling good, â⌠wanâna feel my⌠my husbandâs c-cockâŚ?!â
At the title, the ginger truly canât help the way his hips basically crash into yours, it was purely instinctual â just the sound of your calling him yours and acknowledging him as your husband, even if youâd only gotten engaged less than an hour ago, was enough to drive him mad with lust. He feels his head grow dizzy as thoughts of breeding you and claiming you as his take over. Itâs as if a switch is turned on because from that moment onwards the atmosphere changed completely.
His previously considerate and soft strokes become harsh and rapid, you can feel your bed move rhythmically with his thrusts, your whole body jolts as he begins to fuck you with the sole goal of filling you so deeply your body was to be conditioned to respond lewdly to his mere presence. Theyâre deeper too as he now focused on feeling and claiming as much of your hole as possible, itâs impossible not to feel the way his cock imprinted itself deeply inside your body.
Your hands are desperate to grasp onto something, so you clutch at the sheets under you as tightly as possible, your body feels hot and heavy; your legs twitch and you're left gasping as Childe grabs your hips to adjust your position. Youâre still lying down but your back arches itself to allow him easy access to your bottom, itâs surprising how easily heâs able to manhandle your body while never quite pulling out, always making sure to insert himself as quickly as he exited, never truly pulling out all of his dick.
The new position allows for him to hurry his pace, youâre soon moving like a rag doll with no control over your limbs. Youâre left a moaning, whining mess as your brain struggles to process the waves of pleasure that bloomed from deep inside your pussy.
You feel your heart beating and you can almost hear the sound of your slick pouring out and lubricating your walls, making it increasingly easy to continue the Fatuiâs pounding of your cunt. Youâre not too sure if youâre even able to talk, the thought of forming a coherent sentence felt farfetched, all that leaves your lips are whines, sounds of pure pleasure and bliss that sound like an orchestra to Ajax.
Heâs not doing much better, his vocabulary seems to have been reduced to declarations of ownership over you, boundless love, and immense pleasure. Your name soon becomes the only coherent sound leaving his lips as he lets his head fall back, his body almost working on autopilot as he allows his hips to ram inside you while his hands focus on teasing your nipples and forcing you to face his reddening face. His chest shines with sweat as he makes sure to fill the room with the sound of your skin meeting him and the growing wet mess between your merging bodies.
Youâre both soon leaking arousal, Ajaxâs cock starts to slowly redden and grow inside of you as he approaches orgasm, drops of precum start to form on the tip, and your torso starts to heat up as it feels heavier the better you feel; your cum is soon coating his dick white, a clear indicator heâd been inside your drooling cunt. You let go of the sheets and bring a hand to your clit, desperate to bring yourself closer to release.
âAh-! Just like that,â Ajax exclaims, lurching forward as he feels your walls tighten around his cock, âtighten around me like that, fuâuck! Iâm gonna cum, gonna cum in your pussy, gonna shoot my cum inside you⌠Hahaâhah! Youâre⌠youâre gonna be full with my cum, are you ready?â
You nod mindlessly, too busy playing with your clit and pressing kisses into Ajaxâs skin. The feeling of being filled by your childhood sweetheart was intoxicating, it left you an overstimulated mess, moaning and whining as you gripped the manâs shoulders to bring him closer to you.
You couldnât tell who came first, only that your final push was the feeling of Childeâs lips on yours. Maybe itâs the desperation you felt radiating off him as his tongue caressed your own, the way his hands tighten around your body as he begins unloading his cum begins seeping into your pussy and deep inside your body. Youâre a shaking mess as you continue riding your orgasm on his dick, prolonging the pleasurable feeling by rocking your hips into his in an almost shy manner, itâs addicting and youâre left gasping and moaning for more. On the other hand, Ajax was trembling on top of you, his arms seemingly giving out as he collapsed into your body, allowing his head to rest beside your own on your pillows while his cock throbbed and painted your insides with his cum. He gives a few weak thrusts, as if making sure that his balls have been thoroughly emptied, before he looks over at your panting face.
Youâre trying to catch your breath, desperately trying to calm your heart down into a stable rhythm, while your body twitches in a post-orgasm afterglow. Youâre sweating, your eyes shut tight as you feel your pussy swell around Ajaxâs dick, which was very much still inside you, and grow sensitive. Even in this state, where youâre too shaken to do anything other than breathe and try to relax your body, he thinks heâs never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.
His hand, which trembled ever so slightly, travels to find yours and intertwine your fingers together. He subconsciously traces your ring-finger, trying to estimate your size, youâd accepted his proposal, going as far as acknowledging him as your husband, it was now his responsibility to find a suitable ring for you, one worthy of resting on your fingers.
He smiles, cuddling deep into your bare skin, pressing his softening cock deeper into you, which earns him a soft whine from you, essentially plugging his semen inside your pussy.
â⌠I love you, Ajax.â You mumble, eyes still closed shut, your voice drowsy and far away as exhaustion slowly catches up to you. Today had been hard on you, physically and mentally, youâd learnt more than youâd wished to have known, your relationship with those around you now forever changed; youâd agreed to marry your childhood friend in response to your parentsâ betrayal, youâd given up your virginity to him and now laid in bed, struggling to know if youâd made the right decisions. An inner turmoil was growing inside you, a storm of emotions you were not ready to deal with, but right now, as you lay beneath the man whoâd promised to save you, you decide to rest and let him take care of it, for now. Your breathing slows down, your body finally succumbing to sleep.
Youâre too tired to hear the sound of the front door unlocking, your motherâs voice booming across the house as she calls out for you as she ushers your father and guests inside your family house. Ajax makes no move to leave your bed or even remove himself from inside of you, not even as he recognizes the distinct sound of footsteps that belonged to your parents moving around downstairs, grinnin softly as he hears your mother call out for you again, while your father talked to someone and merrily laughed, joking around, easing the tension of the first meeting between two people set up in an arranged marriage â where only one of them knew.
He can hear your parents talking, making an excuse at where you were, he can hear your mother climb up the stairs, he can hear her getting closer to your room.
What a lousy move, he thought to himself, to ambush you one day and try to dump the news on top of you like this, you didnât even seem aware of guests coming over to your home at all, he frowned; he had expected more of uncle and auntie. Alas, heâd long since given up on them, he just hopes your mother doesnât scream too loudly when she sees you two in bed together.
Heâd hate for you to wake up to such an awful shriek.
Thereâs a knock on your door, Ajax smiles but makes no move to answer, and then another as your mother calls out your name. She sighs before threatening to open the door, Ajax has to stifle a giggle, pressing his lips into your shoulder to not let out any noise, too afraid to ruin the surprise for his soon to be mother-in-law, she hears no response, she clearly feels agitated and annoyed, he can hear it the way she knocks once more with a stern calling of your name.
Thereâs a second of silence before the door is swung open.
Ajax looks over to your mother, his coat covering both your naked forms enough that a semblance of modesty is kept but not enough that what happened between the two of you was misunderstood, it would be clear to anyone who could walk in, and he smiles, leaning his body into your own, further embracing you and pushing your sleeping face into his chest, he rolls over as a playful wave is sent her way, she stands frozen in place. Your bottom halves are still covered by the oversized coat, but the bruises and bites that litter your bodies are enough to paint a picture, his hand moves to caress your body, a smug smile takes over his features as he watches your mother try to come up with the right words to say.
âHello, maâam,â his tone is playful but the look on his face is one of pure venom, she looks beyond flustered but isnât able to say a word; too shaken by the sight, the combination of her daughter and a man in bed together and the Harbingerâs insignia that seemed to shine with even the smallest movements from the ginger was enough to send her stumbling back, âitâs been a while, we have a lot to catch up on, huh?â
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thoughts about life and the future: 1%
thoughts about cockwarming logan: 99%
cw: smut (nsfw), p in v, somno ig?, cockwarming, too fluffy to be true
âyou wanna keep me warm, doll?â logan asks, your head tucked in the crook of his neck as he gently runs his hands down your back.
youâre seated in his lap and god, is it comfortable. the fireplace quietly crackles as the night sets in and loganâs warm embrace and comforting nature magically make all of your pent-up stress dissipate.
âyeah. but iâm really sleepy, lo. canât do much.â you reply, nuzzling your head against his scruffy beard like a kitty, your hands wrapped around his shoulders. your eyelids are heavy and truth be told, you really canât do much for logan.
âitâs okay. just wanna be inside you.â the honesty in his statement sends a throb to your core.
logan places a kiss on your warm cheek as he shifts you in his lap, taking his cock out of his briefs and nudging your panties to the side so he can slip himself inside you.
his cock is at half-mast as he sinks inside your warm pussy, your velvety walls sucking him in.
you let out a soft moan into his neck, closing your eyes completely as logan bottoms out.
he mumbles a curse under his breath, holding you tight in his arms as his girth stretches you out.
your hips move on their own accord as you shift, the stretch uncomfortable for your tired body because it makes you want more. you absentmindedly grind on logan, doing your best to soothe the newly ignited need coursing through your veins, warmth pooling in your tummy.
your drowsy voice comes out in soft whimpers as your nails dig into loganâs back.
he needs to feel you come around him, he needs to feel your pulsating hole squeeze his cock as he fills you to the brim with his warm cum.
âyou wanna cum, baby?â logan asks.
âmhm. sure.â you reply in a state of half-sleep ignorant bliss, devoting yourself to loganâs warmth, not a single worry on your mind as he coos you to sleep.
his thrusts start out slow and careful as he does his best not to move you around too much. his hand rubs circles on your back as he gradually picks up the face, fucking up into you.Â
your submission and pure warmth exuding from your body have him going insane as he disregards everything, his thrusts slowly acquiring vigor.
âlo.â your soft voice speaks in his ear, egging him on as you feel the knot thatâs deep in your tummy about to snap, the head of loganâs cock bumping up against your gummy spot.
âfuck. you feel amazing. my sweet girl.â logan grunts out, placing a kiss on the crown of your head, and his words send you over the edge as his hips snap against yours once more.
your pussy flutters around him and your words are incoherent as you cry out in soft whimpers, voice muffled by loganâs neck. youâre begging, praising and moaning all at once.
âshhh. âm right here, baby.â he mumbles, fucking you through your orgasm, your eyes heavy as you stir from your slumber, soft moans escaping your throat. your pussy clenches around him unforgivingly as he himself reaches his high.
loganâs warm seed paints your walls white as he cums deep inside your pussy with a grunt, fucking up into you desperately, with short but powerful thrusts, trying his best not to disturb you.Â
your hole pulsates around his cock as he lets out breathless pants, holding you in his arms like youâre the most precious thing on this earth.
âfeels so good, lo. âm so full.â you murmur, fucked out.
âgo back to sleep, doll.â logan whispers in your ear as he cradles your head in his arms, his cock half hard and still inside you.
but soon enough, sleep hits him in a sudden wave too, and you both find yourself sleeping in this post-coital, but extremely heartwarming position, loganâs cum trickling out of your hole, as his lap becomes a sticky mess symbolizing your love for each other.
#logan howlett x reader#wolverine x reader#logan howlett x you#wolverine x you#logan howlett smut#wolverine smut
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Our Dirty Little Secret
Part 2 to my fic Dirty Little Secret, check out part 1 is you havenât already. Thank you for reading <3
âGenre: Smut 18+ MDNI
âPairing: sex worker!Mingi x fem!reader
âWord Count: 6.9k
âWarnings: Mingi is a bit submissive in this, unprotected sex, recording while having sex, praise, sending nudes, hand job, fwb, mention of porn (lmk if I missed anything)
âSummary: After finding out about your best friend Mingiâs secret porn account, you grew to accept his decision in his line of work. You actually start to feel very curious about it yourself, and Mingi is more than happy to fulfill your curiosity.
âa/n: This took so long and I donât really like it that much but I hope you do lol :,)
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You throw your head back laughing, holding your stomach after your friend said something to make you laugh. You were sitting in a small cafe, matcha in hand, while you chatted with your friend from work.Â
âIâm serious, it fell and spilled all over me,â he says, taking a sip of his latte.
âSan, youâre such a clutz. How many times has that happened now?â
âThree,â he says quietly, and you laugh harder.Â
âIs Mingi coming or what?â San says, rolling his eyes at you.
"Yes, Iâm sure he is.â
You hear a ping come from your phone; oh, that must be Mingi. You pick it up and open the message without a second thought, not realizing it was an image he sent.
Loser (Mingi): Should I post this? :))
(attached image)
You choke on your drink, staring at the photo of Mingi holding his hard dick in his hand. San looked at you confused, and you try to compose yourself, trying not to act like a fool in front of your coworker.
âWhat?â He asks.
âUm⌠heâs uh stuck in traffic.â
"Bro, you scared me; youâre acting like you saw something you shouldnât have.â
You felt your ears heat up. Damn Mingi, he did this on purpose. Ever since that night at his house, he started to send you nude videos and pictures of himself; you loved it at first. But then he started doing it to tease you, sending stuff when you were at work or in times when he knew you couldnât be alone to touch yourself. Heâs a menace, that damn Mingi.
You set your drink down to text Mingi back.Â
You: WHAT THE HECK?!?Â
Loser (Mingi): what?Â
You: YOU KNOW IM WITH SAN RIGHT NOW, YOU CANT JUST RANDOMLY SEND ME YOUR DICK LIKE THAT!!
Loser (Mingi): Aww, you donât like my dick anymore? :(
You internally palm your forehead. In this moment, you thank whatever god there is that you can pull off a pretty good poker face. You glance at San before looking back at your phone, thumbs dancing against the keyboard as you typed back at Mingi.
You: Shut up, where are you? Me and San are waiting.
Loser (Mingi): Iâm coming. Iâm coming. No need to get your panties in a twist.
You roll your eyes, setting your phone down to look back at San, who was waiting patiently to have your attention back on him.
âHeâs on his way,â you huff.
âGreat. Itâs been a while since Iâve seen him.â
San smiles softly, showing off his dimples, and he takes another sip of his latte. You hear another ding from your phone, and you glance down at the screen in your lap.
Loser (Mingi): So you donât like the photo? </3
You: Of course I like it. Now hurry up and get over here.
Mingi smiles down at the phone after reading your response. He turns off the car, stepping out and walking toward the door of the cafe. He can see you and San through the window; he was there the whole time watching. He just wanted to see your reaction to his teasing, that little prick.Â
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You, San, and Mingi all caught up with each other, updating one another about your lives, telling stories, and cracking jokes. It was now getting darker, the sun started to set, and the cafe became emptier. You check the time on your phone before speaking.
"Oh, theyâre going to close soon. We should probably head out.âÂ
San checks the time as well, looking down at his watch and letting out a sigh. He looked up, glancing at you and Mingi, who sat together in front of him.Â
âYeah, I should probably head home now. I have to study for my upcoming exam.âÂ
You all agree to end the night here, getting up out of your seats and picking up your trash. Mingi takes your empty cup and drapes your jacket over his shoulder.Â
âThatâs alright, man. Good luck on your exam.â
âThanks Mingi.â
Mingi and San shake hands, patting each other back. You pull San in for a hug, and Mingi tries to ignore the small pang of jealousy he felt when he noticed Sanâs arms wrapping around your waist.Â
"Bye, Sannie; see you next time.â
âOh, did you need a ride back home?â
You pull away from the hug, and Mingi steps in, wrapping his arm over your shoulder.Â
âItâs okay, I can take her.âÂ
San glances at the two of you, smiling softly. There was a hint of suspicion in his eyes, but he shrugged it off and waved goodbye.
âAlright, well, Iâll get going. Good night.â
You and Mingi both wish him a good night and watch him walk off. Once San was out of sight, you pulled yourself from Mingiâs hold. You look up at him with an annoyed face, causing Mingi to put his hands up in defense.
âWhat? Why are you looking at me like that?â
âI told you to stop sending those things to me when Iâm out in public.â
You playfully smack his chest, making Mingi chuckle quietly. You turn on your heels, walking out the cafe and toward Mingiâs car in the parking lot.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
He follows behind you, catching up fairly easily due to his long legs. He beats you to the passenger seat, opening the car door for you. You huff, climbing in and sitting back with your arms crossed. Mingi couldnât help the sly smirk plastered on his face as he walks around the car and climbs in the driver seat.
âWipe that smug look off your face.â
âOr what?â
Mingi leans closer, glancing at your lips, then back at your eyes. He looked so pretty under the dim lighting. You fight every urge to smash your lips against his, but you didnât give him that satisfactory.Â
Instead, you turned your head, looking out the window. Mingi frowned a bit when you didnât give him what he wanted. He turned the car on, faint music playing quietly in the background.
âDonât give me that treatment. You loved the photo; I know you did.â
He drove out of the parking lot, and you watched the darkened trees pass by. You scoffed at his words, not bothering to look back at his face. Obviously you liked the photo; you couldnât stop thinking about it the whole time you were out. You caught yourself staring at Mingi a little longer than you should have, admiring his pretty lips and hands (and all the things they can do to you).Â
Your silence only makes Mingi smirk wider, already knowing whatâs on your mind. He glanced at you for a second, then back on the road, one of his hands reached down to grip your thigh.
âAw, donât be mad at me, baby. I noticed how you were staring at me back at the cafe.â
Your body tensed, and the feeling of his large hand grabbing the flesh of your thigh made you feel a stir at the pit of your stomach. Of all days, why did you decide today was the day to wear a dress? He gripped your thigh, massaging it in his hand, running his fingers higher up under your dress.
âYou look so pretty in this dress. It took every ounce in me not to rip it off and pound you in front of San.â
Images of Mingiâs words flashed in your head, causing your breath to grow more shallow. You subconsciously pressed your thighs together; that didnât go unnoticed by Mingi. He let out a low chuckle, squeezing your thigh harder. God, you hated how easily he can rile you up. He knew exactly what he was doing; his ego was seriously too big for his own good.Â
You take his hand and guide it back to the steering wheel. Mingi cocked his brow up, feeling a sense of amusement when you play hard to get.
âTwo hands on the wheel, Mingi.â You teased.
âFine, but later tonight Iâll have two hands on you.â
After a few minutes of shooting each other glances and bantering with a bit of flirting, you finally arrive at your place. You reach for your belongings, but Mingi already grabbed them for you, your jacket and purse in his hand as he steps out of the car. You rolled your eyes at him and watched as he ran around the car to open the door for you.Â
âIâm perfectly capable of opening the door,â you snickered.
âHey, let me be the gentleman I am.âÂ
âYou just want pussy.âÂ
Mingi fights back a little; he wasnât expecting you to say something so straightforward. He closed the door, feeling heat creep up on his cheeks. Thank God it was dark out so you couldnât see him blush.
âThatâs not...â he says quietly.Â
He was brought back to his senses when you walked past him. There was a sly smirk on your face; shy Mingi was always so cute; you just donât get to see it often. Mingi catches up to you when you stop at the front door, keys jingling as you turn the lock.Â
You both step in, placing your belongings down and slipping off your shoes. Almost immediately, you felt Mingiâs hands on your waist, pulling you close to him. You let out a small yelp, smiling up at Mingi, who towered over your figure.
âHey, let me breathe first. I just got home,â you chuckle.
âCanât wait.â
He leans down to place kisses on your neck. You couldnât help but chuckle at his eagerness, and you push him away slightly. He shoots you a small pout when you reject him, and you coo internally at his expression, reaching up to pinch his cheek.Â
âDown boy,â you joke.Â
Mingi reluctantly pulls his arms off you with a huff. He walks over to the couch and plops down on it, sulking like a puppy who just got scolded. You laugh at his behavior, walking to him and cupping his jaw.
âIâm going to go shower, then you can have all my attention.â
His head perks up at your words, and a smirk widens on his face.Â
âCan I join?âÂ
âNo Mingi. Just be good and wait okay.â
His body slumps at your words. A strange feeling crashed over him when you told him to be good; he had no choice but to give in.Â
âDonât keep me waiting too long then.âÂ
âIâll be quick; donât worry.â
You ruffle his hair before walking away, swaying your hips more than usual. Mingi watched you intently, admiring your figure. Once you were out of sight, he let out a sigh, falling back on the couch.Â
âDamn tease,â he whispered to himself.Â
He picked up his phone in an attempt to find some kind of entertainment. He opened the Twitter app and was immediately met with porn videos. He forgot to switch back to his regular account again; he really needed to get out of that habit. He looked through his DM's  and noticed an unopened message from the buyer of the video you helped Mingi film. He smiled at the message after reading it.
âThis was hottttđ correct me if Iâm wrong, but it looks like someone helped you film this?? If thatâs the case, I think you should film more with them; Iâm sure others would love to see it (I know I will).đâ
Film more with them? Mingi likes the sound of that. Heâs always fantasized about recording you while you both fucked, maybe even posting it if you allowed it. But he was always too nervous to ask, afraid that might scare you away.
After a few minutes, you finally get out of the shower. When you walked back in the living room now wearing sleep shorts and a black spaghetti strap top, Mingi (unashamedly) checked you out. He couldnât help the smirk that grew on his face when he saw you.Â
âIâm back, did you miss me?â
âYes, very much,â he says without taking his eyes off your hips.Â
You walk past Mingi, sitting on the couch next to him while his eyes stayed glued to you the whole time. You kick your feet up on the couch, getting comfortable and trying to ignore Mingiâs hard gaze. You reach forward to grab the remote and turn the TV on.Â
âYou know you never answered my question from earlier,â Mingi said.
âWhat question?â
âIf I should post the picture or not.â
You think back at the nude. Mingi sent you when you were out with San. You glared at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
âOh my bad for not answering when you sent me a dick picture in public.âÂ
Mingi smiled, feeling pleased with himself. He leans back, hands resting behind his head.
âYouâre not giving me feedback.â
You roll your eyes at him, fighting back a smile. God, you wanted to shove him down on the couch and sit on his face; that way he wouldnât be able to give you that smug look.Â
"Yes, post it. itâs really hot.âÂ
You turn back to the TV, scrolling through to pick something to watch. Mingiâs smirk widens; he looks down at you, admiring your pretty thighs.Â
âHot? Did it turn you on?â
He reached down, grazing the soft, supple skin. You allowed Mingi to touch you, still scrolling the TV and failing to find something to watch. You give up, setting the remote down and turning to Mingi.Â
âWhat are you going to do if I say yes?â
He leans in closer, hiding his face in your neck as he takes in your scent. He always loved the smell of your body wash; it drove him crazy. He grazed his teeth against your earlobe, sucking it gently.Â
âWhatever you want me to do,â he whispers.Â
You giggle softly, pulling his face up to place a soft kiss on his lips. Ever since you and Mingi slept together that one night, you both have been thirsty for each other every second of the day. Donât get it twisted, you were the same friends you were before⌠just friends that flirt...and  kiss... and fuck. (Thatâs normal though, right? HahaâŚ)
You told yourself you wouldnât think much of it and just go with the flow. You and Mingi both kind of agreed to do that. Neither of you wanted to possibly make each other uncomfortable, so you guys just let things happen without looking into it too deeply.
Mingi hummed in the kiss, moving his hand up to grip your waist. He pulls you closer, the kiss deepening and becoming more passionate. You push him away when you feel Mingi try to pull you on his lap, leaving him wanting more. His eyes flutter open, letting out a small sigh.Â
âSo how is your porn stuff going?â
You stay close to Mingi, resting your head on your hand while studying his features. Mingi leans back on the couch, though his hands never leave your body. He pushed his hair back, trying to control the rapid beating of his heart before speaking.Â
âItâs pretty good. Honestly, Iâve been getting more recognition recently.â
âOh yeah? Thatâs great.â
You gently nudge Mingiâs shoulder, proud to hear the good news.Â
âIâm not surprised; your videos are so hot, and Iâm not just saying that because Iâm your friend.â
Mingi smirked at your words, his arm wrapping around your shoulder and playing with a lock of your hair.Â
âYeah? Which video have you been touching yourself too?â
You shoot him a playful glare, making Mingi laugh to himself.
âDonât make me take back my compliment.âÂ
âIâm just messing with you. I hope you know your opinion is very valid to me.â
You couldnât help but smile at his words. You fiddle with the necklace resting around Mingiâs neck before replying.
âI really like the video of you humping the pillow.â
Mingi bites his lip; the thought of you touching yourself to his videos makes his stomach churn. He honestly fantasizes about it a lot; he always comes the fastest when thinking about it.Â
âReally? Well, Iâll make sure to film more of those.âÂ
You roll your eyes, leaning closer and resting your head on Mingiâs shoulder. He runs his fingers through your hair, pushing the strands behind your ear.Â
âDo other people hit you up asking to âcollaborateâ or whatever? I donât know what you call it.âÂ
Mingi chuckles, shaking his head.
âI mean, yeah, there are a few mutuals of mine who DM me. But I donât like the thought of fucking just anyone. I donât care if other people do it because it is for work, but I donât know... I prefer to do it with people I care about. Like you.â
You felt your heart flutter at his words. A strange wave of relief courses through your body at his response. You decide to brush off the feeling, looking up at Mingi and poking his chest.
"Awww, you care about me.âÂ
âOf course I do you idiot.â
Mingi smiles, resting his cheek on top of your head. You hum, feeling a sense of warmth at his actions and mindlessly drawing shapes on his chest. Mingi suddenly remembered something he wanted to show you, then pulls away a bit as he speaks up.
âOh, look at this message I got.âÂ
He pulls out his phone, showing you the message from the buyer. You smile, raising your brows while reading it.Â
âFilm more with me? What an interesting request.âÂ
"Yeah, right,â he chuckled nervously.
âIâm glad they liked it. Iâve watched the video myself, and it was so hot. Even though Iâm the one in it, itâs hot knowing that youâre holding the camera.âÂ
He shoved his phone back in his pocket after you handed it to him. You werenât going to lie; you have previously thought about what it would be like to be in one of Mingiâs videos. Of course you never mentioned it to him; you were just nervous. But the more you scrolled through Mingiâs and other peopleâs accounts, your curiosity grew stronger. Maybe this was a sign?
Mingi noticed the way you started to get lost in thought. He leaned down, curiously trying to meet your gaze.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?âÂ
You snapped your attention back at Mingi. You stared into his brown eyes; in this moment, you decided to speak up. I mean, whatâs the worst that could happen?Â
âJust thinking⌠I wouldnât be opposed to the idea.â
Mingi raised his brows, his eyes widening a bit. He shifted in his seat, moving his body to fully face yours.
âWait really? Like, you want to film with me?âÂ
Mingi felt his heart racing in his chest, and you smiled at how excited he looked. If he had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy right now. You nod your head, placing your hand on top of Mingiâs.
âYeah, I wouldnât mind. It sounds⌠fun.âÂ
Mingi breaks into a huge smile, pulling you in for a hug. You laugh at his reaction; heâs acting as if he won a prize. But to Mingi, thatâs exactly what it felt like.
âOkay! When? Where? What do you want to do?â
âMingi, calm.âÂ
You couldnât help but giggle at his reaction. He shut his mouth in a closed lip smile, showing off his cute dimples. You couldnât help yourself when you reached up to poke his cheek.
âWe can do it whenever. Today even, if you donât mind.â
"Oh, I donât mind at all.â
You felt a strange wave of relief wash over your body. You didnât notice how anxious you were feeling till you heard Mingiâs encouragement. He stands up off the couch, reaching his hand out for you to grab. You looked at him with a questioning expression, warily taking his hand in yours.
âWhat are you doing?â
He pulled you up off the couch, leading you through the house.
âWeâre going to your room.â
He smiles wide, prancing through the hall and into your bedroom. You shake your head at him, finding his excitement endearing. He pushed the door open, leading you in and sitting down on the edge of the bed.
He looked up at you, eyes sparking with eagerness. You step in between his legs, running your hand through his hair. You feel Mingi wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
âSomeone is eager,â you tease.
âYou canât blame me; do you know how many times Iâve fantasized about fucking you for content?â
You cock your head to the side, cupping his jaw and holding his face still. The act was weirdly dominant, Mingi likey. You raise a brow to give him a questioning glance.Â
âJust for content?âÂ
Mingiâs breath hitched at your change of tone, his mouth opening and closing like a fish trying to find words.Â
âWell, of course, not just for content. What I meant was... you know what I mean,â he whined.Â
You giggle, leaning down to kiss his lips.
âIâm just messing with you, Mingi.â
He felt his heart swell at your soft touch. He couldnât help but get lost in your eyes; you just looked so pretty. He wanted you to keep kissing him; he needed to taste more of your lips.Â
âAlright, I think youâve been waiting long enough. Letâs get started.â You chimed.
Mingi nods eagerly, smirking wide.
âI thought youâd never ask.â
He pulls you down, causing you to let out a surprise squeal, then giggle as you settle yourself on his lap. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your arms around his neck as he smashes his lips on yours. You both kiss each other hungrily, his hands on your waist as you grip at his hair.
You hear him groan in the kiss when you pull at the strands; god, you loved that sound. You couldnât help yourself when you did it again, only harder this time. Mingi let out a moan, the sound shooting straight to your core.Â
You pulled his shirt, tugging the hem as a silent way of saying you wanted it off. Mingi chuckled at your actions, knowing exactly what you wanted. He pulled away for a second so he could pull his shirt off in one swift motion.
With no time to waste, he was back on you, pressing hot kisses down your neck. You let out a sigh, basking in the feeling of his lips, and guided your hands down his bare chest. He continued to lick and suck at your skin, making you let out small moans.Â
âBaby, letâs lay down on the bed,â you breathed out.
Mingi nodded, reluctantly pulling himself off you and giving you one last kiss on the lips. Mingi moved up on the bed, and you followed closely behind. Crawling back on top of his body, smiling prettily down at him. His hands instinctively rest on your waist when you straddle him.
âCan I have your phone?â
âYeah, yes,â he breathed out.Â
Mingi pulled his phone out of his pocket, handing it to you. You grabbed it, leaning down to kiss his lips. He entangled his hand in your hair, moaning softly when you trailed kisses down his neck. You looked up at him through your lashes when you moved further down. You pressed warm kisses down his bare chest to his stomach, slowly licking back up.Â
âFuck, I need you so bad,â he moaned breathlessly.Â
You chuckled, sitting up and pulling at the buckle of his pants.Â
âYouâll have me, baby, donât worry.âÂ
Mingiâs hands fumbled to help you unbuckle his pants. He pulls them down for you and throws them on the floor. You turn on his phone, opening the camera app.Â
âMmm, look at you,â you say.
Mingi lay there, breath-grown, labored, and dick hard in his boxers. You can see a slight wet patch on the front. Holy fuck, you were going to devour this man.
Mingiâs dick twitched in his boxer briefs when he saw you point the camera at him. He heard the ding on the phone, your eyes fixated on Mingiâs pretty body through the screen. You reached down, your finger lightly grazing the bulge in his underwear. Mingiâs hips buck up slightly, and shiver runs down his spine.
âLook at you, such a pretty boy.â
Your voice took a tone Mingi never really heard before. It was soft yet dark; he wanted to hear more. He chuckles softly at your words, feeling a wave of desire crash over him at your praise. You run your hand up his body, making sure everything was in frame.Â
âIâm pretty?â Mingi asks in a dark, seductive tone.Â
You nod, humming in agreement. You slowly trace your finger down his torso, almost as though you were teasing both Mingi and the viewer. You hook your finger on the waistband of his boxers, tugging it at an agonizingly slow pace.Â
Mingi huffed at your teasing hands. He knew you were putting on a show for the video, but he couldnât help but feel a bit impatient. You felt him squirm slightly and chuckled at his behavior.
âNeedy arenât you?â
âYes,â Mingi says softly, with a hint of a whine.Â
The sound shot straight to your core, turning the ache in your pants into a throb. God, you needed to hear Mingi whine; you needed to hear him beg. Finally, you pulled the underwear all the way down; his hard length springs up. You giggle softly, cooing at the sight.Â
You donât know what came over you, but you couldnât help but want to tease Mingi. Although Mingi didnât seem to mind much. His dick twitch at your condescending tone, making his face flush in embarrassment.Â
âDonât worry, baby, Iâll take care of you.â
You grasp his length, letting a wad of spit fall down onto the tip. Slowly, you envelope his dick in your hand, pumping him up and down. Mingi moans softly, watching the way you held the phone close to your face as you recorded yourself jerking him off. The whole scene was so hot, Mingi couldnât help but feel turned on by the thought of you recording him in such a vulnerable state.
The wet noises of your hand moving up and down on his dick filled the room. You moved your hand faster, watching Mingiâs expression this time. He was already looking at you, and you smiled at him. He whimpered when you locked eyes, his brows furrowing as a small pout threatened to grow on his lips.Â
He reached down to grip your thigh, needing to feel you in any way he could. Subconsciously, Mingi started to slowly buck his hand up into your fist. You hum at the sight, biting your lip.
âYouâre such a needy boy. You want more?â
âYes,â Mingi whimpered.
âYes what?âÂ
Mingi threw his head back against the pillow, shutting his eyes closed as he felt his face grow hot. He knew what you were asking from him, but he was too shy to say it. You gripped his length tighter, stopping the movement of your hand.
Mingi whimpers loudly at the pain, body jerking and dick twitching with pleasure.Â
âYes, what?â You asked again, this time in a darker tone.
âYes please. Please, I need more,â he whined, covering his face in embarrassment.Â
You smiled wide at him, loosening the grip on his cock and jerking him faster.Â
âThatâs a good boy.â
Mingi moans at your praise, hips bucking up faster than before and dick twitching excitedly. You watched, feeling slightly surprised by his reaction.
âOh? Does the big boy like to get praised?â
âYesss,â Mingi whines.Â
He gripped your thigh harder, continuing to fuck up into your hand. It was all so embarrassing yet so hot to him. Having you toy with him while you recorded. He felt like he was under your control, and fuck he loved it more than he ever thought he would.Â
âThats right, baby, fuck my hand.â
You completely still the movement of your fist, encouraging Mingi to continue to thrust into your hand. He does just that, bouncing up and down on the bed as he fucked your fist. He continued to let out whimpers and whines, feeling both ashamed and aroused by how pathetic he looked.Â
You hummed in delight, making sure you got the best angle of Mingi fucking himself. You moaned softly when you saw a drip of pre-cum ooze out the tip. You pulled your hand off, making Mingi whine desperately, his hips still fucking the air looking for friction.Â
You giggle softly, watching the way his dick bounced pathetically. Your fingers find their way on his slit, pulling away and watching a string of pre-cum connect to your finger and his tip.
âSo wet, baby.â
You move the camera closer to his length, showing off the pretty cum dripping down his cock.
âItâs all for you,â he says quietly.Â
That was your breaking point. You needed Mingi; you couldnât wait any longer. Your pussy throbbed so much, and you felt your slick stick to the fabric of your shorts. You stopped the recording, setting the phone on the mattress and leaning down to kiss Mingi. He pushed away slightly, looking at you confused.
âWhyâd you stop recording?â He breathed out.
âI canât take it. I need to fuck you, Mingi.â
Mingi whimpered, pulling you down by the nape of your neck to smash your lips together. Your tongues danced against each other, yours exploring his mouth as he lay limp and let you use him however you like.
âOh god, yes, please do,â he whined.Â
You chuckled, pulling away to rip your shirt off. Your beautiful breast was on display for Mingi; he was mesmerized by the sight. He reached up and squeezed them; you smiled at the way his large palms enveloped your breast.Â
âYouâre so sexy.â
You couldnât help but giggle at his words. Mingi smiled up at you, finding your giggling cute. His hands roam down your body, sliding over your waist to your hips. You felt his large hands grip your ass through your shorts, making you bite your lip in anticipation.
âTake them off for me, Mingi.âÂ
Mingi smirks wide, wordlessly pulling your shorts off and down your legs. He moans softly at the sight of you; you had no underwear on, which left you completely naked sitting on top of Mingi.
"God, I need to be inside you, baby. I canât wait any longer.â
You completely sit down on him, your warm, wet pussy pressed against the underside of his cock. Mingi furrows his brows and grips your hips tightly. You began to rock your hips back and forth, your wetness leaving a glistening trail on Mingi, and he moans softly.
"Why are you teasing me?â he whine.Â
You giggle, enjoying the feeling of your swollen clit rubbing against the head of his cock. You couldnât help but smile at him mischievously; your hands rested on his pecks, and you grabbed the flesh beneath your palms.Â
âYou just look so cute... whining for me,â you say breathlessly.Â
Mingi pushes his head back against the pillow; he was so turned on he needed to feel you already. You glance at Mingiâs phone laying on the bed beside him. He followed your gaze and smirked; he knew exactly what you wanted. He picked it up, opened the camera app, and pressed record.Â
You lifted your hips a bit, taking his hard length and aligning it with your sopping hole. Mingi watched through the phone, moaning loudly when you sunk down on his cock. Your hands rested on his stomach, clawing at the skin beneath.Â
âFuckkk,â he moans.Â
You moan breathlessly, moving your hips up and down slowly. You already felt your legs start to tremble at the feeling of Mingi filling you up.Â
âYou fill me up perfectly, baby. Show them how pretty your dick looks sliding inside me.â
Mingi groans at your words, moving the camera closer to you pussy sucking up Mingiâs dick effortlessly. You kept a slow, steady pace; you were so wet you could hear the squelching noises coming from your pussy. Mingi bites his lip, pulling the camera away to show off your pretty body while grabbing your hip with his free hand.Â
âBaby,â you said breathlessly.
âYeah?â
âFuck me.â
Mingi moans at your words, you didnât have to tell him twice. He planted his feet flat on the bed and thrust up into you at a fast pace. You let out a yelp as intense pleasure coursed through your entire body. Skin slapping against skin as Mingi bucked up into your pussy, he was mesmerized by the way your thighs jiggled when coming contact to his pelvis.Â
He held the phone in his hand tighter, groaning loudly as he fucked into you. You couldnât help the high-pitched moans that escaped your lips; you were in pure ecstasy. And based on the way Mingiâs eyes were glued to your face, brows furrowing, and mouth agape, you could tell he felt the same way.Â
âFuckâŚso good. Your pussy is so good.â
You moan at his praise, looking down at the phone that was pointed toward you. You felt so vulnerable, and the thought that other people will be watching this video, jacking off to Mingi fucking you, drove you crazy.Â
Mingiâs hips stopped when the burn in his abdomen became too much to bear and he panted heavily trying to catch his breath. You decided to give Mingi some time to rest and reached behind you. You planted your hands on Mingiâs thighs and lifted your knees up till your feet rested on the mattress.
âYou did so good. Iâm gonna fuck you now, okay, baby.â
Mingi whined when he watched you change positions and nodded eagerly.Â
âOkay.âÂ
With the new position you put yourself in, your pussy was on full display for Mingi and the camera. You rocked your hips up and down, your tits bouncing with your movements. Mingi moans louder, watching intently at the way his dick disappeared in your hole. He was trying so hard not to drop the phone in his hand, wanting to capture this moment forever.Â
With the new view, Mingi found himself getting closer to his release. Watching you bounce on his cock was just too intoxicating.
âIâm close, baby.â
âJust a little longer, okay? Iâm almost there.â
Mingiâs hand gripped tightly to your thigh, sliding up till his thumb pressed against your clit. You whined at the feeling, legs trembling when he rubbed circles on the sensitive nub.
âYes yes. Keep doing that, baby. Fuck, Iâm close.â
âCum on my cock, please. I need it.â
Your nails dug into Mingiâs thighs, legs almost giving out when you came on his dick. You clenched so hard around him as your hips stuttered. Mingiâs eyes rolled in the back of his head as he tried with all his might not to cum inside. Now that's a good boy.
You pulled off him, his dick slipping out and hot streams of cum shot out to cover his stomach. You watched with a sly smirk, reaching down to jerk him off.Â
âFuck!â
Mingiâs body trembled from his intense orgasm, some even landing on his chest and neck. You giggle, and when you notice him coming down from his high, you slow the pace of your hand, not wanting to overstimulate him. You grab the phone from him (surprised he didnât drop it at this point) and point the camera closer to his cum-covered body.
"Mmm, you see that. What a messy boy.âÂ
You both pant heavily. Mingi chuckled breathlessly at your words, looking down at his body. You stopped the recording, setting the phone down on the bed. You both smiled at each other, Mingi reaching up to cup your face.Â
âCanât wait to watch that later,â you smirk.Â
Mingi rolls his eyes, laughing breathlessly. He pulled you closer and pressed a soft kiss on your nose. You rested your elbows on either side of his head while staring into his pretty brown eyes.
âThat was so fucking hot. I didnât know I was the submissive type, but damn, we need to explore that more.âÂ
You laugh heartily, kissing Mingiâs cheek before speaking.Â
"Yes, we do. I swear I almost started running laps whenever you begged for me.âÂ
âI folded when you called me a good boy.âÂ
You and Mingi couldnât help the funny comments. Maybe it was weird that you were cracking jokes after getting dicked down by your best friend, but you wouldnât have it any other way. You pull away, sighing and looking down at the cum that smeared on your body.Â
âNow I have to take another shower.â
Mingi laughs at your words, running his hands up and down your sides. He looks up at you with pleading eyes before asking in a hopeful tone.
âCan I join you this time?âÂ
You decide to throw him a bone, smiling down at him and nodding.
âYes Mingi. Come on.â
Mingi exclaimed in excitement, picking you up effortlessly and taking you to the bathroom. You squeal when he throws you over his shoulder, and you smack the small of his back.
âHey, warning next time you decide to manhandle me.â
âNo time, must take you to the shower.â
âHow do you still have this much energy after what we did?â
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
âUgh, dammit.âÂ
You lean back in your chair when you see the red letter pop up on your computer screen.Â
âYou diedâ
âWhy is this level so hard?âÂ
Your mumble to yourself. You hear your phone notification go off and light up next to your keyboard. You pick it up and smile to see a message from Mingi.Â
Princess Mingi: HELLO!? LOOK AT HOW MANY LIKES OUR VIDEO HASÂ
(attached image)
Your eyes bulge out of your head after seeing the screenshot Mingi sent you.Â
You: 72k?!? WHAT??
Princess Mingi: This is literally my most liked video. People love you, they think you're hot and want to know if you have an account.Â
You couldnât help but feel a bit of pride at the thought of people wanting to see more of you. Maybe you should dabble into this kind of work. You were pulled out of your thoughts when another ping rang from your phone.Â
Princess Mingi: You should say fuck it and join the sex work community. I think you will do very well.
Princess Mingi: Iâll be your first subscriber ;)
You: Iâll block you before you can find my accountÂ
Princess Mingi: Hey :( you wouldnât do that to your good boy, would you? :(((
You: Yes.
You giggle to yourself after teasing Mingi. It was just so fun. He sent another message, and your giggles immediately die down when you see the image.
Princess Mingi: (attached image)
What about now? :)
You: WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT SENDING ME YOUR DICK
Princess Mingi: YOU SAID NOT TO DO IT WHEN YOURE IN PUBLIC. I KNOW YOURE NOTÂ
You: WELL NOW IM HORNY AND ALL ALONE
Mingi doesnât reply back and you see the little âreadâ text under your message. You furrow your brow in confusion, that bitch, leaving you on read. You set you phone down and turn your attention back to your game on the screen.
After a few minutes, Mingi never replied back. Thats weird. You decide to text him again, he never leaves you on read.Â
You: Hey, are you alive?
You were surprised when you saw the three dots appear pretty quickly.Â
Princess Mingi: Iâm here. Open your door :)
You stare blankly at the phone screen, sitting there dumbfounded. Youâre brought back to reality when you hear a honk outside your house. You peak through your window and see Mingi walking out the car and up to your front door. That little shit.Â
You: No, stay outside and freeze.Â
Princess Mingi: Please let me in :(
You: Why should I?Â
Princess Mingi: So I can fuck you good again :)Â
You dropped your phone and ran to the front door. Well, it was too cold for him to stay out there all alone.Â
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
You bite your lip while holding your phone in your hand.Â
"Ugh, fuck it.âÂ
You posted your first nude photo; it was a simple mirror picture of you were in your underwear sitting on your bed topless. You throw your phone on the mattress, feeling nervous yet excited at the same time. You finally did it, you made your own Twitter account.Â
After looking at the video you and Mingi recorded for his account, you decided to give in and give the people what they wanted. After a few minutes of pacing around, you pick up your phone to check if anyone has liked your photo yet. You already started getting some likes and a few comments.
You get a notification and press on it immediately.Â
âSir Min started following youâ
You smile to yourself when you read the notification. Of course, Mingi was the first to follow you. You had already told him you were doing it, but you didnât take into account that he was waiting for you to make your first post this whole time. You get a DM from Mingi, smirking to yourself when reading it.
Sir Min: You look hot, baby. Canât wait to fuck you more âfor contentâ ;)
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⢠Life â˘
Sukuna grappling becoming a father while you give birth.
CW/TW: GN! reader, Labour/Childbirth, Sukuna typical violence mentions, BRIEF suggestive stuff, Nothing graphic, Religious metaphors & LOTS of life/death talk, (LMK if I should add anything else!)
Characters: Sukuna x Reader
AN: Nobody dies in this fic! It's fluff-ish. (It's Sukuna and reader giving birth, as fluffy as that can be man), prequel to this Descendant fic
  Life was such a fickle thing, not that it mattered to Sukuna. He was above life, death sickness and health, beyond it, above the proper empathy to care for it. It wasn't that he didn't understand, because he did, once mortal himself, and existing on this earth surrounded by the humanity that populated on it for years as a curse, he understood. But there was no legitimate reason for it to matter to him unless he could gain from a life, there was no reason to mind it.
And by the loose, greedy and otherwise just gluttonous standards of what it meant to be a creature of 'gain' to Sukuna, you fit it to the T, your life mattered to him. Your life, it was something he wanted, no needed to maintain to be kept satisfied, if you weren't there to be by his side, he'd be left starved.
To lose such a thing, would only ignite a certain wrath inside of him.
The screams of agony that parted from your pretty little lips had his chest twisting into a feeling of irritation. He much preferred your screams of ecstasy, making you scream his name in sweet pretty moans when he bedded you. Not this, screams of something he was also the culprit of in fairness, sobbed screams of pain as your body tore to birth his child.
Sukuna enjoyed such screeches of terror, weak defeated sobs he could rip and tear from the pathetic lot of mortals he terrorized, all of whose lives served no purpose to him. The issue is, yours does serve purpose, a great purpose to Sukuna. You're always there, by his side, and when you're not, it bothers him, he's greedy, hungry for you.
Your pain only infuriates him, he doesn't like it at all, no, he loathes listening to it.
Finally, finally, it stops after what felt like torturously long, it comes to a stop. Like that, the tightness inside his chest unwrapped, Sukuna didn't think he'd ever feel relief, he wouldn't need to, he had never fought an opponent he couldn't defeat, pillaged an army that would come close to his strength there was no concerns or worry for him to have to be relieved from. Yet here he was basking in such relief. Your screams stop, now instead replaced by the bothersome cries of something much more smaller. Squeaky small wails, that of an infant. his infant.
"Lord Sukuna." A muttered voice of one of the midwives comes through the door separating Sukuna from the delivery room. The door opens to the midwives attending finishing up and then all bowing in submission, their heads hanging low as Sukuna stands by the door-frame.
"Done?" He asks, more so a statement, a demand as everything he speaks is.
"Yes-" The meek voice of a midwife responds, she not daring to look up from the floor of the delivery room.
"Then what the hell are you dimwitted fools doing? OUT." There's the slightest growl in his voice at the command, one that though slight works wonders on any who dare stand in his presence, and to which without a moment of hesitation has all the midwives scatter out of the room, rushing out with their heads low. Only one pauses to shut the door behind herself, not wanting to risk the stupidity of leaving the door open.
Now, only the sounds of a baby's cries echo in the room, the small thing wrapped, protected in a small blanket. The moment is deafening as it is loud, there are as many thoughts as there is nothing in his eyes as he stares at the small baby you held. Yes, you made his child, 9 tedious months of him practically carrying you around everywhere and it was out now.
Sukuna was, well Sukuna, he didn't bother thinking much of the specifics, but rather the obvious reality of the situation during those passing months, and didn't see a reason to. He could still sleep with you, could still have you around, could still listen to your voice speak with him in converse. Was it different? Sure, but in no way that bothered him. Cravings? The King of the Curses can provide feasts. Tired? You needn't walk, he has four arms for a reason. The bodily change? Sukuna guts humans like pigs, the size of your stomach was far from grotesque to such a demon like Sukuna.
But now, he is met with the reality, the sight, the sound the smell of the newborn babe, absolutely reeking of familiarity, a literal complete being of two halves, Sukuna and you. It's overwhelming, and not in the way Sukuna likes, not in the hedonistic pleasures he enjoys but rather overwhelming in thoughts. Thoughts as rampant as blank in his mind, fogged like he was considering all of this.
"Sukuna." A clear call of his name comes from your throat despite its audible hoarseness of exhaustion, still as captivating as always, catching his entire attention. No one can command the Sukuna, but he doesn't need to be commanded when you call for him, because it's in his full will and gratification to come to your side, which he of course does. Stepping softly to where you are laid, surrounded by stained sheets, tools and incense presumably used in aid of the birth.
"What?" His throat rumbles, a question with no particular answer aside from the obvious literal whole baby you had birthed in your arms.
"Look at them... Beautiful, aren't they?" And perhaps by the grace of a god he'd doubted existed, there was a moment of serenity now, the fog cleared from the depths of his sick mind as he gazed upon the small bundle in your arms. That was your grace perhaps, no definitely, definitely your grace, you had bore his child.
That damned sinister grin came over his face as he reached down to the infant, the large monstrously large hand of his ever so delicately traced the cheek of the little one, a comical contrast between himself and the child. For the entirety of you and Sukuna's time spent together, he had considered you the only life that truly mattered to him, and now you had created a life from the mere womb, you've given him another life he'd find true importance in.
His child's life, blessed by the sanctified arms that cradled it.
"Divine, rather." He rumbled, a short snicker leaving his twisted tongue, but laced with genuine adoration. Utter devotion to this small life, to both two lives he had found himself so graciously gifted. Of you, of his child.
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When Nobody's Around
luke castellan x reader
capture the flag pt 2!
A/N: not me keeping my promises and posting three days in a row
TW: so much smut omg, throat-fucking, pussy slapping, cockwarming, overstim
word count: 1,225 words
After what happened with Luke the other day, you need to do something to cool off, to get your mind off of it. Training is the perfect thing. You make your way down to the grounds with Clarisse. Your half-sister is the perfect person to train with because she fights so hard that it gives you no chance to think.
âFuck.â You murmur. Youâre already there when you realize you forgot something. âI have to go back for my sneakers.âÂ
âDonât take too long, dumbass.â She smirks and you roll your eyes before jogging back to your cabin. Itâs so weird because you couldâve sworn on your life that you had brought them.
You shake off the feeling and open the cabin door. There shouldnât be anyone inside, all your siblings are training and whatnot. There shouldnât be anyone in there, especially not Luke Castellan who is sitting on your bed, holding your sneakers.
What. The. Fuck.
âYouâve been avoiding me.â He states, giving you an easygoing grin.
âGet out of my cabin.â
âNo.â
âNot only are you not meant to be in here, I also donât want you here.â Your voice is angry as you walk towards him.
âI think you do.â
You scoff. âStop acting like you know me.âÂ
He gives you a sly smile. âBut I do know you⌠very intimately.â
âIf youâre here for another hookup, itâs not going to happen.â You say adamantly.
He stands up, walking towards you. You hate the way he towers over your smaller body. âIâm actually here to apologize.âÂ
âApologize?â You ask doubtingly, not really thinking he was the type.
âYeah.â His hands fall to your waist. You donât shove him off right away, waiting to see where this all goes. âI was very rough with you before.â His hand slides up to hold your chin, thumbing your lip. âMaybe I wanted to be more gentle this time? Get down on my knees and eat you nice and slow.â
âI canât stand you.â You breathe out as his hand ghosts down, rubbing over your breast.
âYouâre such a damn brat.â He gives you a squeeze. âI thought I fucked that out of you last time but apparently not.â
You want to come up with some clever retort but all you can do is whimper in response.
âNow, how about you get on your knees and if you suck me well enough maybe, just maybe, iâll get you off.â
You drop to your knees. You hate to admit it but you like the way he talks to you. No other guy has enough confidence to try and put you in your place.
âWhat a submissive little slut.â He coos as he grips your hair with one hand.
âIâll bite your cock off.â You say as you unzip his jeans, tugging them down.
âWe both know that would be more of a loss for you than me.â He chuckles at how your eyes widen when he pulls his dick out. He may have been inside of you but you never actually saw how big he is. âSuck it.â
You glare but take him in your mouth as far back as you can. You gag when the tip of him touches the back of your throat.
âThatâs right, baby. Choke on my cock.â He murmurs as he begins to thrust into your mouth languidly. Your eyes water as you try to suck him off but itâs more like being throat-fucked instead with the way he grips your hair to pull your head back and forth. He gives a little slap to your cheek. âNo teeth.â He warns as he continues to use your mouth like he pleases.
Youâre surprised when he pulls out before finishing. âYou can swallow my cum another time. I plan on keeping my promises.â
When youâre on your feet, Luke pulls you into a kiss. He taps your ass once so you jump, letting him hold you as he walks you back to your bed. He parts his lips from yours, placing you down so you sit on the edge of your bed.
âItâs your turn to get on your knees.â You say cheekily.
âDonât go acting like youâre in charge.â He says but kneels anyhow. âIâm not opposed to giving that ass a few more smacks.â You shift a bit at the comment as he pulls off your pants. âOh, maybe youâd like that.â
âI wouldnât.â You lie as he yanks down your panties, revealing how wet you are.
âNo?â He asks, amused before laying a harsh smack to your cunt. You drip out more arousal. âLiar.â He murmurs before digging in.
His hands hold tight to your thighs as he buries his face in your cunt. Itâs stimulating too much and just the right amount all at once. You begin to whine and try to squirm away but he keeps you firmly in place with his strong hands as he laps up your arousal.
âBetter than fucking ambrosia.â He looks up, grinning like a devil before nipping at your clit. Your hand is in his hair now, pulling tightly as youâre so close⌠so close and then⌠he stops.
âLuuukeâŚâ You whine in frustration.
âSorry, baby but youâre gonna cum around my cock.â
He picks you up like you weigh nothing and throws you back further on the bed before shifting his body between your legs. He uses his dick to tease your clit and you whimper.
âPlease, Luke.â You beg, looking at him with doe eyes.
âLook at you, so pretty as you beg to be fucked. Iâll give you what you want.â His words are so lewd but his voice is so gentle.
He slips himself inside of you in one go, once again not caring about you adjusting. Though, he exercises a bit more restraint this time, not moving quite yet. He at least wants you to be able to walk somewhat well after this. He leans down to kiss your neck, leaving love bites that you'll have to explain later before he actually starts to give you what you need. He begins to thrust, trying to avoid acting like a rabid dog even if he knows you like it.
âYouâre so fucking tight. Never had such a tiny little pussy before.â The way you squeeze around him has him throwing all decorum out the window. He begins to fuck into you like this is the last chance heâll get.
âMmm Luke, harder.â You beg.
âFucking slut.â He says with a grin before slinging your leg over his shoulder so he can piston into you deeper.
âWant you⌠to cum⌠inside.â The words have him going feral. He uses his thumb to rub your clit, making you spasm under him.
âIs that all it takes? Barely even had to touch your sweet pearl.â You cream around his cock and he fucks you through it. The overstimulation has you seeing stars but after a few moments, his thrusts finally begin to slow. He stills and you feel his hot cum spurt into you, filling you to the brim until it spills out.
He slumps down on you, pressing tired kisses to your collarbone as he lets you cockwarm him.
âWant me to go?â He asks.Â
It should be an easy answer. You should say yes.
âNo⌠stay.âÂ
And he smiles.
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â SPELLBOUND ! . . geto suguru
âšâË. while heâs out on a mission, suguru absorbs a special cursed spirit.
ââ 18+ content (mdni), fem! reader, unprotected sex, creampies, breeding, squirting, 1 face slap, slight exhibitionism, reader works in an office, NOT proofread..
all he can do is run faster through the hallways of your workplace, heels hitting the floor rather roughly as suguru increases his pace. dark hair thatâs usually bound in a neat bun and resting against his shoulders is currently tousled, sticking to his sweaty face. god, heâd been pulling his hair so much he made himself look like heâd lost a fight with a leaf blower.
security had initially been after him when he raced through the turnstiles in the lobby, but heâd been faster as he made it onto the elevator. ordinarily, suguru wouldâve felt badly for causing such a scene, but this couldnât be helped.
heâd been out on a mission, tracking a special grade cursed spirit in the depths of the city. according to some intel garnered through extensive monitoring of the area, heâd come to learn that this cursed spirit wasnât just any cursed spiritâŚ
this was some kind of humanoid curse that couldnât be wrangled by local sorcerers and had even slipped up some sent over from jujutsu high. naturally, suguru had to get ahold of the curse and add it to his collection of special grades. now, heâd heard a few embarrassed testimonies about the curseâs technique impacting bodies and minds for a day or so.
suguru hadnât expected the fight for submission to go as fast as it did, and he certainly didnât expect the sudden surge of lust throughout his whole body the second he choked it down. unlike most other curses, this one was hot on his tongue and tasting of spice and sweetness.
suguruâs chest heaves as his feet skid to a stop on the carpet, right in front of your office door. without even bothering to knock, he throws the door open, effectively startling you.
âah! suguru? what the hell are you doing here? i thought you were busy trackingââ
you take him in, eyes wandering over his broad frame. suguruâs a mess, face flushed and sweaty; his hairâs unruly and looks as though it was ripped from its bun in some kind of panic. looking closely at his eyes, you notice a lilac glow encircling his pupils, coloring over his usually brown irises.
âsugu?â you ask softly, taking a step closer. âhey, what happened? you look terrible, is everything okay?â
he groans loudly in response, hips banging against your desk as he slams his hands down on some papers.
âlock the door,â suguru musters, hanging his head as he tries to decide how to explain this mess to you. he hadnât been affected after absorbing a curse since he was just a first year at jujutsu high, throwing up all over gojo after his new rainbow dragon wouldnât settle down in his belly.
âwill you tell me whatâs going on, damn it?â
suguru whirls around, clothing looser than it had been before youâd turned to lock your office door. âi-itâs the fucking curse i was after! right after i absorbed it, i started feeling like this.â
âmeaning?â
âiâm sure this sounds insane, but it was an aphrodisiacal kind of curse.. so essentially, my body and mind are aroused to a level beyond my control.â the silent implication behind suguruâs words has excitement and anticipation swirling throughout your body, cumulating between your thighs and dampening your panties.
with one look shared between the two of you and a quiet exhale, you rush forward and melt into him, his arms strong and chest sturdy against your smaller frame. dark strands brush against your cheeks as he tips his head forward to take the lead in a hot kiss.
rather quickly, his tongue is passing between your lips as his teeth clash against your own in a desperate attempt for more of you. more of your taste, made up from the sticky sweetness of your lipgloss and mixed notes of your afternoon coffee.
suguru reverses your positions easily, and suddenly you can feel how fucking thick he is through a few layers of clothing. you twist your hips, attempting to hump on his clothes cock, and he pulls your hand from his, guiding it to the bulge.
heâs struggling with your nimble fingers touching his cock just right, the sudden urge to cum rising inside him.
âughhh, shit..â
quickly, suguru adjusts you; the small of your back hits the edge of the desk before your ass is scraping against it as he pushes you on top.
âoff,â is all he commands as he drags his casual shirt and pants off, eyeing your neatly pressed pants and almost fully buttoned blouse. in this state, heâs doing his utmost to hold back for you â god, he wouldâve ripped all your clothes off long ago.
âokay if iâm rough, sweetheart?â
your needy little âpleaseâ along with your office slacks hitting the floor has him leaning you back onto the desk, papers flying in every direction.
although he always likes to drag out the foreplay and prep, suguru doesnât waste any fucking time as he spreads your thighs and spits on your clit before diving right in to devour you.
âa-ah, shit!â you exclaim, voice pitched and shaking almost immediately. âsugu, lick my clit harder.. yes, just like that!â
large hands pressing down hard on your squirming thighs keeps you in place from moving anywhere but towards him and your orgasm. a mixture of your slick and his spit dribbles down his chin, catching the light as he leans up for a brief breath.
âohâ! feels amazing, sugu, âm gonna cum soon!â
weakly, you raise your head to observe the way heâs ravaging you, hungry for no one except you. your tits bounce as your body twitches, falling over the cups of your bra and almost through the half undone blouse.
you sit upwards, and he lets you go so you can wrap your thighs around his head. soon the blouse falls to the ground, discarded, and your bra follows suit.
âs-suguru, âm gonnaâ âm gonna cum!â
you bite down hard on your fingers as he lifts you and drags you up and down his face, slurping every last drop of your taste. he groans faintly as he licks your inner thighs clean, despite the fact that heâll be making them messy again pretty soon.
âon your belly, sweet thing.â suguru punctuates his words with a smarting slap to your ass cheek when you turn over, and he picks up your panties from the floor. the lace is sticky with the mess youâd made getting so horny when heâd been kissing you.
he balls them up and shoves them into your open mouth, then circles the desk so as to position himself behind you. suguru canât help but groan as he finally takes off his boxers, letting his cock rest on your ass before he moves any further. without wasting much time outside of your cunt, he spits on his cock and lubes it up.
heâs hot and heavy, then thick and absolutely throbbing as he nudges his sticky tip forward and between your slippery folds.
âfuckâ! ughhh, shit, sweetheart,â he feels as though a bucket of water has been splashed on him, the heat and wetness of your cunt addicting as it envelops his cock fully.
you whine a little from the stretch, bouncing your ass on him as you try to adjust completely. with a hand planted firmly on the wood of the desk and the other pressing into the plush skin of your hip, suguru advances forward, driving his hips into you mercilessly.
âsuguru!â a near scream of pleasure almost rips from you, but thank god heâd gagged you with those panties.
âshhh, you need to stay quiet, sweetheart,â he chokes out, the lilac glow in his eyes growing brighter right before they roll back into his head. ây-youâre real tight, baby, ând youâre taking me so fucking well, shit.â
suguru is literally drilling you into the desk, but itâs still not enough for him. he only moves faster and harder, leaning his body over yours to nip at your jaw, nudging your burning cheek with his nose.
âiâve been waiting to use your pussy like this since i got cursed,â he grunts, satisfied at the way your eyes roll back into your head at his words.
with each drag of his cock against your sensitive walls, you reach your orgasm quickly. your body twists beneath his as you sob, clenching on him and all over.
however, a rare pressure coils in your pelvis; tight and hot and ready to come out, all over him.
âsugu, âm gonna cum.. fuck, i-i think iâm gonnaââ
your voice raises, words spoken fast and sounding just a little panicked. after all, itâs not like you squirt that often with suguru, and especially not on your work desk in your workplace with your coworkers walking the halls.
what if you got your papers and stationary all wet like this, by being nasty?
âgo ahead ân make a mess, sweet thing,â his voice rumbles in his chest behind you, low and exuding hunger. âall over me, yeah?â
âa-are you sure?â you gasp, liquid already starting to drip from your pussy; you can barely feel it since heâs fucking it away.
displeased, suguru raises his hand and lightly slaps your cheek, just enough to sting but burn.
âof course iâm sure,â he grunts, eyes meeting yours as you tearfully turn back to look at him. âgive it to me.â
just his words have your eyes rolling back as you cum on command â puffy cunt clenching as liquid sprays onto his pelvis and balls. he lets go too, pulling out and jerking his cock onto your pussy.
âfuckkk, sweetheart..â
suguruâs eyes, still glowing, fall shut as his cock shoots cum all over your quivering pussy; your cum mixes with his and starts to run off your clit, and you lean up to start cleaning yourself.
a strong hand presses right into the middle of the back and pushes you down immediately.
âsugu, we have to clean up, whatâre youââ
âdonât play dumb,â he sighs, impatient as he rubs his tip in the mess covering your pussy before pushing back in.
you let out a choked gasp, which is unheard over the sounds of sticky skin smacking against skin. he removes his hand from your back and spreads your asscheeks, giving himself a nice view of your rear.
âone orgasm wonât relieve the curse, sweetheart.â
it doesnât take much for you to melt, losing all your resolve as he fucks you into the desk with little mercy. your faceâs pressed into the wood as tears pour down your cheeks, lips parted by sounds you couldnât even think about holding back.
âi-itâs gonna happen again,â you mewl, unable to sit up or move much as you squirt on him yet again. the spray soaks some papers, and his pelvis, drops of liquid sparkling in dark hairs.
thoroughly fucked out and unable to count how many times youâve cum, you wail his name, only one thing in your head.
âput a baby in me, suguru. fill me up, please.â
âoh yeah? thatâs what you want?â tears of overstimulation build in his eyes but he just canât stop fucking you. the position, view, sounds, feelings, place, all of it â he doesnât want to stop.
âfill me up,â you cry again, pushing yourself closer to him.
âiâd much rather see your face as i stuff you full, baby,â and with that heâs pulling out of you, as painful as it is, and flipping you over with ease.
drool runs down your chin as you blink up at him blearily, not one single thought behind your teary eyes. your face crumbles as he pushes inside you, back arching off the desk.
âmy babyâs been fucked dumb,â suguru laughs, glancing at your bouncing tits and rock hard nipples. âlook at me when i cum, hm?â
you force your eyes open, noticing the tears in his own. he looks beyond amazing â face flushed, eyes squinted as his orgasm rushes up, long dark locks a mess behind him.
âiâll put a baby in you,â he grunts, tone sounding just the slightest bit competitive.
inside you, suguru thickens and throbs before he loudly chokes out a groan and finally cums inside you. the warmth of his cum inside you has you squirting again, the slightest bit of liquid running down the base of his aching cock.
âthink thatâs enough, suguru?â you gasp, leaning your head back, body entirely limp.
he pulls out, hissing softly at the loss of your warmth. cum floods out of you, staining your skin as some drips to the floor.
âi could always eat you out..â he offers, grinning slyly.
âsuguru, you justââ
a hasty knock on the door has you sitting straight up, limbs aching from being pressed into the desk as much as they were. suguruâs eyes widen, as do yours, as reality hits the two of you like a goddamn truck.
you recognize your boss when she calls your name, and a few of your coworkersâ voices. âis everything alright? weâve been hearing continuous thudding outside of your office. the office has just been locked down, since some random ran in past security.â
you smack suguruâs shoulder, face contorting.
he shrugs dramatically before grabbing some tissues to wipe up your thighs, himself, and the sprayed liquid covering the wood of your desk.
âmaâam, we will be coming into your office. this is necessary security protocol.â
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đ I just think youâre amazing
TALK TO THE MUN!!
NO YOU ROOKâ
Seriously, the way you take MHA lore and make it your own, into something thatâs equal parts that and a more western superhero take like X Men, is nothing short of awesome to me. Iâve loved writing with you so far, and I certainly hope this thread we have going wonât be the last!
Plus youâre really nice tooâ
#(I will take the compliment as well though đ
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pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader
summary: after being compromised to working a case the next day, aaron decides on savoring your current moment together for when heâs gone.
content warnings: heavy smut, 18+, minors do not interact! consensual recording, use of nicknames, slapping, choking, dirty talk, groping, aaron hotchner is a FREAK and has a big dick, allusions to m masturbation.
word count: 1.9k
a/n: very much inspired by this post, not sure if the original poster deleted it? but i couldnât get it out of my head omfg i literally finished this in 2 HOURS AND ITâS NOT PROOFREAD
part two here
Aaronâs not sure where he gets the idea from.
Maybe itâs from the longing he already feels for you after being informed that the team was to take off for a case first thing tomorrow morning, even though he hasnât even left yet.
Maybe itâs from the sexual tension thatâs been filling your shared apartment ever since he stepped foot inside it, the original plan of having the weekend off and spending it with you immediately crumbling from his work.
But, even with his dick buried inside your sopping cunt, heâs just as surprised as you are when he gets the idea of grabbing his phone from where he had discarded it on his side of the nightstand table.
You whine when his movements falter for a split second, eyes widening as you stare up at him when his phone comes into your line of sight.
âIs this okay?â He whispers, already swiping right for his camera.
âYou want to film this?â You ask from beneath him, his weight feeling a bit heavier as he stills.
Aaron nods, though your question makes him feel out of character. But at the sight of you sprawled underneath him on silk sheets, face a sweaty, yet beautiful mess makes him not care at all.
He leans down to press a feverish kiss to your cheek, looking you in the eyes when he pulls back, âIf thatâs okay with you,â the same kiss presses into your already swollen lips. âJust wanna savor the memory for when Iâm gone.â
The thought of Aaron pulling up a sloppily filmed video of you two having sex while heâs away on a case immediately riles you up once more. Of him locking himself in his hotel room, fucking his cock into his hand while he watches himself fuck you from a previous time has you clenching around him.
You nod, âOkay,â you bite your lip and look up at him. âFilm it.â
Thatâs all the confirmation Aaron needs for him to hit record and resume his actions, pummeling his still rock hard dick into your soaked pussy.
You let out a loud moan, throwing your head back. Your hand comes up to grip at the arm that wasnât recording you for support and your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feel of the tip of his dick rubbing against your sweetest spot.
Aaronâs hands are shaky as he films you, lifting his phone higher to capture both your blissful expression and the way his cock disappears inside you with each thrust. His free hand slithers down to grip at the meat of your thigh before throwing it over his shoulder, consequently deepening his thrusts.
âO-Oh, fuck, Aaron!â Your back arches against the bed, nails digging into his forearm as each thrust sends you further over the edge, the coil in your belly threatening to finally snap.
âLook at the camera, pretty girl,â
Your boyfriendâs voice is deep and gravely, leaving you no choice but to submissively follow his orders and stare deep into the small circle of his phoneâs camera.
You stare up at it, mouth slightly open to form a lazy, curved âoâ as each thrust Aaron delivers sends you further up the bed.
âThatâs it, sweetheart,â Aaronâs hand comes down to your throat, pulling you up and leaving your head slightly limp underneath his grip. âMy slutty girl, taking my cock so well while she gets filmed,â a harsh slap is delivered to your face, making you gasp. âYou like that, baby?â
You pout and try your best to nod with his whole hand wrapped around your throat, âI love it, Aaron.â
âI know you do, sweetheart, I can feel you clenching around my dick,â he teases, enunciating the word âdickâ with a particularly harsh thrust that gets you whining again. âYou gonna cum, sweet girl?â
You nod harshly despite the limited air flow, eyes flickering from the camera to Aaron, âY-Yes, yes. Can I cum, Aaron? Please?â
Your voice is whiny and desperate, filled with so much need that it takes everything in him to not cum right then and there. He lets out a grunt, hand tightening around your neck the slightest bit more, still careful as to not actually stop you from breathing, âGo ahead, baby. Cum around my cock.â
Immediately, the tightness in your lower belly snaps at Aaronâs permission, your body reduced to shaking and stuttering as your pussy clenches and unclenches around your boyfriendâs dick. Your orgasms washes over you violently, white spots filling your vision as he lets go of your neck to squeeze at your breast, fucking you through it with slower, more deeper thrusts.
âAaron, Aaron, Aaron!â
His name leaves your lips like a babbled mantra, your release captured perfectly by his phone as his dick twitches inside you at the feeling of you gushing around him. When your body has calmed down and youâre practically left limp on the bed, he pulls out of you, bringing the phone down to your pussy so he can film the way your juices spill out of you.
He dips two fingers in, earning a squeal from above when he pushes them in just to pull them back out, showing the camera how soaked they come out.
Aaron groans at the sight of it and decides that itâs not enough. He stops the video and briefly sets his phone down besides you, bringing himself up to press a sweet kiss to your cheek once more, rubbing your tousled hair out of your face, âCan you give me one more, sweetheart?â
You hum from underneath him, looking at him with a fucked out expression.
âYou can do that, right, baby?â Another kiss to your temple, âMy good girl can handle one more for the camera, canât she?â
You think that the concept of being recorded, of being so obsessed over by your lover that he wants to film you again gets you even hotter, the pushing of your thighs together desperately proving inevitably so.
Aaron immediately jumps into action when you nod âyes,â giving you another kiss before helping you onto your hands and knees.
Once youâre settled, he leans over you to position his phone on the top of the bed frame, leant against the wall.
A whimper emits from your pursed lips when you feel the tip of Aaronâs dick rub against your still fully soaked folds, teasing at your entrance before shoving it back inside. Your back immediately arches in response, mouth flying open in a silent scream as your boyfriend bottoms out, hips hitting your ass.
He hasnât even moved yet, hasnât started hitting you from behind yet your arms already shake from feeling full.
âYou good, sweetheart?â He asks, brushing your hair back endearingly.
You hum, nodding as you wiggle your ass against him. You lick your lips when you catch sight of how prominently his dick still stands, hitting against the muscles of his softly defined stomach.
He hovers above you momentarily and presses what seems like the millionth loving kiss to your cheek, sneaking his hand down to squeeze one of your breast affectionately, âWant you to keep looking at the camera while I fuck you, honey,â a kiss. Another kiss. And another kiss. âOkay?â
He begins to move his hips before you can reply, starting out slow and deep before eventually moving to the same pace he was using before.
You gasp and your hands shoot out to curl around the sleeve of the pillow in front of you. Your eyes glance towards his phone, where youâre more in focus of the phoneâs frame than he is. Even with you on your hands and knees and him kneeling on the bed, you can only see the bottom half of his face.
Your eyes roll back to your head again, the only sounds audible being the ones of skin slapping against skin, Aaronâs grunts, and your silent huffs that match his pace.
A mixture of a cry and moan emits from your mouth when he lands a harsh slap onto your ass, gripping the flesh in his big hand. Your legs shake when another slap lands and you feel your arms give out from beneath you, falling limp onto your stomach.
âOh, no,â Aaron mutters, leaning down and wrapping an arm around your neck as if he were putting you in a chokehold but without the same force like before. He pulls you flush against him, sweaty chest to sweaty back, âWant the camera to capture how Iâm fucking you, sweetheart,â
His hand sneaks down to fondle at your breasts, caressing both lovely with a squeeze to each one, âYou look so pretty getting fucked by my cock, honey,â he points at the camera. âCanât wait to watch these and start a collection when I get back,â he presses a kiss to your hair. âYou gonna let me do that?â
You canât reply, too fucked out to do so. Instead, you watch yourself from where youâre held against him, watching your boobs bounce with each delicious thrust he delivers into your cunt and relishing in the hot breath that fans against your ear as he nips at the sensitive skin beneath it.
âA-Aaron,â you whine. ââm g-gonna cum again,â
âYeah?â He asks, hand sneaking down from your breasts to your folds, slipping his fingers to begin rubbing at your clit. âGo ahead, sweetheart.â
You scream, body stuttering at the cruel pace he begins to touch you with. Your other hand shoots to grip that same arm, thrashing against his hold as another orgasm ripples through your body, filling you with even more pleasure and even overstimulation.
Aaron watches you from his phone, head dipped down to get a good view at the way you rode your high out on his hand and pushed back into his dick simultaneously, mouth open in a wide âoâ and legs shaking.
The way you clench around him like before pushes him further towards his own release. When he stops rubbing at your clit, itâs to bring the same fingers up to your tits, coating your nipples with your juices and squeezing them once more as he pushes through the last couple of thrusts that it takes for him to finally come inside you.
Youâre whining in front of him with each shallow shove, feeling his come coat your walls. You mewl when he gives the side of your head another kiss before releasing his grip on you and allowing you to fall flat against the mattress once more.
Aaron grabs his phone and aims it at your pussy once more, your ass still somewhat high in the air. He spreads your ass apart, groaning in delight when some of his seed spills out of your pussy, giving the flesh another harsh slap.
âYou did so well for me, sweetheart,â he mumbles, angling himself so that he could bend over you again and place much more sweeter, loving kisses your face. âI love you, honey,â
You hum, eyes fluttering closed before emitting a tired âLove you, too,â in response.
The next night, when Aaron is alone in his hotel room, somewhere in Arizona solving said case with his team, he pulls out his phone and presses on the private folder he created shortly after you had both finished and presses play.
When he himself finishes, come all over his chest and his right hand slack next to him while his left holds up his phone, he sets a mental reminder to record you sucking him off when he gets home.
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Last night I remembered another of my favourite Tolkien wifeguy facts.
So in Western mythology we've often personified the Sun as masculine and the Moon as feminine. Off the top of my head: The Sun is associated with purity, reason, scholarship, illumination, constancy, dragons, gold, and masculinity. On the other hand, the Moon is associated with darkness, silver, impurity, flux, change, uncertainty, fickleness, and femininity.
You can see all this imagery being adopted, eg, in the Mozart opera THE MAGIC FLUTE, in which a benevolent scholar wizard (with solar imagery). straight up kidnaps the daughter of the evil, passionate Queen of the Night so that she can be properly educated in Enlightenment rationalism, purged of all those icky feminine night/lunar influences, and turned into a good submissive little wife for the scholar's young disciple. Guys the music slaps but the story is SO gross and misogynistic.
Anyway, what does this have to do with Tolkien? I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED.
In Middle-Earth, Tolkien does a GENDERSWAPPED Sun and Moon. The Sun is She, the Moon is He. And, like, it's not that he just thought "oh how can I make this mythology Different" - he really thought this through. In THE SILMARILLION, Tolkien tells us that the Sun and Moon are two vessels made from the last flower of Telperion and the last fruit of Laurelin, the Two Trees which once gave light to Valinor. Two Maiar were chosen to pilot these vessels. The pilot of the moon is Tilion, a hunter of Orome, and the pilot of the sun is Arien: "Arien the maiden was mightier than he", a spirit of fire whom I strongly suspect to be an unfallen Balrog.
Now, just as in our world, the Moon in Middle Earth has a reputation for waywardness and unreliability. Because, get this, apparently Tilion falls in love with Arien: "But Tilion was wayward and uncertain in speed, and held not to his appointed path; and he sought to come near to Arien, being drawn by her splendour, though the flame of Arien scorched him, and the island of the Moon was darkened."
And I just. Here's Tolkien, standing up in the face of centuries of unveiled misogynistic symbolism and saying, "oh, we've got two celestial entities, one of which is powerful and bold and glorious, and the other famous for being kind of lame in comparison? SOUNDS TO ME LIKE A SWAGLESS LOVER BOY ABANDONING HIS DUTIES TO WORSHIP HIS GODDESS. I MEAN OBVIOUSLY. WHAT ELSE COULD THE EXPLANATION BE"
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