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would you guys be interested if i tried to make some content about my pressure au/oc
its inspired by ultrakill and decaying winter
#i have it in my head as a fangame but idk how to code#or make roblox games#pressure#pressure oc#oc#decaying winter#ultrakill#original character#rotten rambles#been trying to separate from dsmp for a little due to obvious reasons#i still will make content with them but not as much (even though i barely did)
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funky lil guy concept . not sharing the other one for now
#original character#oc#oc artwork#oc art#my art#ocs#i barely work on this story n its kinda bc i love the concept#n i dont wanna mess it up#i was thinking#about moving a character from a separate story into thsi one today#which is why⊠i ended up drawing em..
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Thinking abt the fact they have to be in the same living space for a while without White Eyes murdering Groda is funny to me (not that she hasn't tried)
@beegswaz thought of you when i made this also <3
#not because i want to do this to you but rather because i know you appreciate these idiots#im not. gonna put this in the main mc tag bc its just a meme that barely has relevance outsude of context but yknow#this looks like ass on purpose for the record i needed to be authentic to the original meme#if anyone is wondering abt the smoke thing btw I like to think that White Eyes keeps the fire stuff even after separation from the Wither#she can have a little firepower. as a treat. also to annihilate Groda at a moments notice#mc au#minecraft au mastertag#au groda#au white eyes
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spent ALL of this week so hyperfixated on making the outline for part 1 and 2 of t.w.o. i finished both of them just 2day 36 fucking pages in total it was glorious
#i started the outline for part 3 awhile ago but its really bare bones#needta get in there#sorry mutuals that you didnt see me for a week i was SO FOCUSED#I THOUGHT ABT SOLVING STORY ISSUES AND WHAT I WAS GONNA WRITE ABT WHILE I WAS ASLEEP#spacie spoinks#on that creative grind#i think im abt ta sink inta being hyperfixated on drawing so mutuals again you may not see me for another week LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO#also let me say the original story of war is separated in2 6 parts#buuuuuut w/the way im writing things it'll probably end up being less#just cuz im moving things around#i want 2 finish plotting the whole story from beginning 2 end b4 i start making comics again#i mean i got parts 1 and 2 done in a week i can probably get the rest done sooner since they're not as chunky as the rest of the parts#parts 1-3 Have A Lot Happening#the 2nd half not so much#two talk
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What would your fanservant do for ServaFes?
"your fanservant"
...Lucky for you and me, I have my own ServantFes casting already! As the third in a trilogy of summer fansingularities, this is the (very much not final) casting for:
"ServantFes...2!"
Playable Adult Hans
Summer Shakespeare
Summer "Yan Qing"
Costume for Jinako
Costume for Oberon
Summer Baron Samedi
Summer Coyolxauhqui
Costume for Dante Alighieri
Orpheus
Welfare Alter Ego: Summer Hassan of the Hundred Personas
#to be clear this is a trilogy SEPARATE from the male swimsuit one.#Originally it was just 2 - that one and this - but then things spiraled and i needed 2 more events just to barely contain it all#fgo#fate grand order#never thought i'd get an ask#fanservant stuff#writing shit#fansingularity#servantfes
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Not a single day goes by where I don't think of how much better (well not better, but how less unbearable) Bunk'd could've been if Seasons 4-7 were its own separate sequel series from the word go.
#Obviously it wouldn't get rid of the genuine problems the latter half of the show had such as the repetitive cliche's and rotating cast#And of course the finale probably still would've been... shit#But it would've felt a lot less like the show was going through an unrecoverable identity crisis#Which was the one fatal flaw the series had because of how it didn't end after S3 like originally planned#I've heard the common defense of the latter half being an âindependent spin-offâ but when it's an arrangement of seasons from a show#and not a separate season that... does not hold it. It'd be like calling post movie Spongebob a separate series from pre-movie#Just have Season 3 be the end of Bunk'd and allow Seasons 4-7 to stand on its legs as a sequel titledâ Summer Campâ or something#The references to some old characters and the ignorance of others would be easier to register#And as awful as the finale was always going to be (because by then the show was practically flatlined)#it would've been somewhat less bad if it didn't have such a high unreachable bar to clear as a finale to a long ongoing series/franchise#idk#the show truly is a specimin. There are a ton of great things I can say about it but god there are is also some truly awful shit#It's entirely telling that barely anyone has been giving this show a platform since it ended it's just gone
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One thing that nice about low light hallucinations is something you shine a light in it it'll disappear or get smaller and if you do it repeatedly you get a little light show where the image keeps changing
Also it's really fun when it's not something your scared of like I'm terrified of spiders and that's what I usually see but right now there's a little jellyfish on my ceiling and that's adore
#hallucinations#nurodivergent#the jellyfish is just bobing along right now#it was not originally a jellyfish there was a tarantula climing twards me so i used a light to kiÄșl it and now the little budy is here#if only that worked on real spiders#like there was a brown recluse in my shower and this would have been really helpful#and i know that one was real cuz it was daytime and in color usaly iys just shadows at night#i wish the light trick worked on tenitus too right now i can barely hear myself think#also no i am not hallucinating do to sleep deprivation#i am sleep deprived#i am hallucinating#but those to thing's completely separate theres other shit wrong with me#like my body thats fucked i doulf not be winded and in pain from walking to class#ok its usaly like kinda speed walking cuz i tend to be late but still#especially cuz im always light headed majes you woozy#ha woozys a funny word#woozy#also why is it lightheaded my head is anything but light shit feels like boling ball#and yeah your head may actually have tge wait of a boling ball but you should've be able to feel it#wait what was i talking about#i should really go back to sleep#welp time to put on music#mitski my beloved#to help me sleep#you know to drown out the tenitus and loneliness#what are you talking about of course im fine#fuck i should really go to sleep#goodnight
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I'm Addicted, I Admit It!
Synopsis. Theyâre not drunk on alcohol - no, theyâre drunk on you and your pretty lilâ pĂșssy.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Choso x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Geto x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, pĂșssydrunk boys, strength differences, brĂ©eding, mĂ ting press, desperate boys, manhandling, marking, jealousy (Nanamiâs side), praise, degradation, smacking, cĂșmplay, dirty talk, some HEINOUS things, lowkey fluffy Sukuna, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 4.5k
A/N. Was originally gonna be something else but I couldnât get it out of my head so-

⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Wonât stop, canât stop
A pussydrunk Toji Fushiguro promises to break you - and is fully intent on fulfilling these promises. Thereâs no way he wasnât with the way he had you folded into a mating press for the third time tonight.Â
âOh hngh- please.â you mewl, begging for- you donât even know at this point.Â
âFuck.â he hisses into your mouth, and you flinch as his heavy balls smack your ass harder, throbbing cock massaging your gummy walls over and over-
You werenât going to make it out alive.Â
Vision blurry, drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth, his cum gushing out of your overfilled pussy and spreading in a lewd little pool beneath you. Youâre beyond the point of cockdrunk at this point - all you can do is sit there and take it while he keeps squeezing himself into you with reckless abandon.Â
That little scar on the corner of his mouth rubs against your lips so deliciously as he grimaces in both pain and pleasure. Overstimulating you both to insanity. And fuck, Toji wasnât even sure if he could cum against but damn if he wasnât going to try. Just wanting to fill you up one more time- âOne more, doll. Not fucking enough.â
And before you know it, your pussy is clenching around nothing.Â
âNgh- T-Toji.â Face sinking into the plush pillow as Toji flips you like a ragdoll. Not even giving you the time to register whatâs happening before heâs bullying his thick cock into your dripping cunt from behind. Relishing in that delirious little squeal of surprise that leaves you as he stuffs you full again.
âShit, fucking squeezing around me so fucking deliciously, sweetheart. Look at ya.â he slurs hoarsely, voice shot. Drinking in your sobbed little, âAh- jusâ like that. Fuck hngh- keep going-â
Both of you are barely lucid at this point, but itâs all that tiny rational part of himself can do to not fuck into your sloppy pussy like an animal while you clench and flutter around him. Kissing hotly down your spine as you desperately adjust to his massive cock.
But ah you shouldâve known - shouldâve gotten an inkling of realization at the way his achingly hard cock was throbbing inside your walls at a maddening little bump! bump! bump!
With an impatient little grunt, Toji wraps an arm around your waist to give your quivering cunt a soft little swat! He drinks in your cute lilâ gasp of surprise, reeling back all the way till his angry, red tip was just kissing your sloppy entrance, pushing in quick, short jabs of his hips - more to fit himself deeper inside your snug cunt than anything.Â
With each harsh thrust, Tojiâs pulling you back onto himself with bruising strength. Forcing you to feel every ridge and vein against all the right places as he stretches you on his cock. âFuck, youâre incredible.â he murmurs. âArch more fâme- yeah, thatâs it. Thaâs my girl.âÂ
And oh how you love being thrown around by him this way. Because no more was Toji self-conscious about hurting you like he usually was.Â
No, heâs pushing your back down to arch into his dick, still using and bending you however he pleases. And as he flattens his feet on the mattress, putting his body weight onto yours, itâs only a matter of time before you wonder when bones will start breaking.
But it still wasnât enough. And heâs restless.Â
Because Tojiâs looping two strong arms around your legs, letting himself fall backwards onto the mattress, hips burning as he keeps fucking you like an animal. Not pausing even as you clench around him in shock.Â
âFeels sâfucking heavenly.â he groans, voice raw. âWanâ one more, sweetheart. Give me one more.â Lacing his fingers above your head to push. Down down down. So fucking filthily.Â
And it burns the way he had you so shamefully spread open. At this point you can hardly believe youâre conscious let alone being able to sob out a strangled little, âYes! Yes yes yes make me cum, Toji. Make me cum all over your cock again.âÂ
And he does - thumb pressing down on your poor, ravaged clit. Hard. unmoving even as you whine and buck into his touch. Torn between running away and pushing back for more more more- you cum with nothing more than pathetic little tingles that make you milk Tojiâs cock desperately. Batting your lashes tearily up at him with a low, âWanâ you to hah- c-cum insi-.â
You donât even have to finish the sentence, before Tojiâs pumping his seed into you with a strangled groan of what sounds like your name. Nothing more than hot, sticky wisps of cum that trickle down the side, too much for your poor overfilled pussy. Shooting delicate rope after rope until his cock is angry and twitching inside with nothing but blanks.
But in the haze of your high, you hear the way your boyfriend still finds it in himself to chuckle. A dark little, âOne more, sweetheart.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - His, his, his
When Nanami Kento is pussydrunk, everyone will know the day after.Â
And by everyone, itâs everyone - from the apartment security guard that blushes and looks away, to your coworkers who titter when you walk in.Â
Because Nanami canât stop himself from claiming each and every inch of your pretty self. Lips searing on your skin, leaking tip dragging along your swollen folds. His precum smearing so filthily across your cunt.
âK-Kento-â you mewl, grinding your hips into his so that he would just fucking ruin you like you wanted him to.Â
âMhm?â he murmurs, nipping along the delicate skin of your neck. Tongue flattening, licking long, languid stripes down like a sort of reverence. âTell me what you want, my love.â
And if he put an emphasis on the pet name, well, then let it be known that Nanami Kento was a composed man - but that wouldnât mean he wonât let everyone know youâre his. Even those scrubs that canât take a hint.Â
Which is why his neat fingernails were digging deep into your hips, leaving pretty crescents in their wake. Dragging down ever-so-slightly to leave you all marked up and his. His grip on you only tightens at the pretty lilâ whines that spill from your kiss-bitten lips, âWanâ you- hah- inside me sâbad.â
âOh? And who does my girl want inside her pretty lilâ cunt?â
âYou! You Kento- ngh-â
Well, whatever his girl wants - she will get. Because Nanamiâs immediately pressing his angry, leaking tip into your sloppy pussy, groaning at the way youâre already clamping down on him so deliciously. Not stopping till you were flush against the neat tufts of blond at his base. Barely even giving you time to adjust because youâve wanted this for so long and youâre sucking him up so well.Â
âAh! Hngh- Fuck. Yeah fuck me just like that- Kento.â youâre tightening your legs around him, letting Nanami all but use you as he thrusts in small, mindless little motions of his hips. Mouth still marking and biting your skin relentlessly.Â
His lips leave your neck to whisper against yours, eyes half-lidded and boring into yours. âLove when yâsay my name.â
Gasping breathlessly at the bruising grip all on your hips - your sensitive clit - your throat - just everywhere because Nanami canât get enough of you. And you can do nothing but buck up deliriously as he speeds up his pace. Ramming his thick cock into your sloppy pussy deeper and deeper. âYouâre mine, yâknow that? All mine. And anyone with eyes can see that.â
Several things happen at once, you let out a strangled moan as Nanami changes his angle to hit that one spot he knew so well. Flushed tip hitting it over and over until you were sure it was bruising. As bruising at the hand kneading your ass, swiftly coming down. Hard.Â
Smack!
Nanamiâs large handprint sears into your skin. And through the haze, he soothes his hand over the sting. Starting to draw slow, languid circles on your swollen clit like a little apology - but that doesnât mean heâs going to be any nicer. Not at all - in fact, before you can react, heâs touching any and every inch of skin once more, making sure to leave pretty lilâ marks for days.
And he has to fight that loud, carnal part of himself that just wants to ruin you under his hands here forever, but no - Nanami needs everyone else to see as well. See how youâre so beautifully his.
Smack!Â
âSo pretty fâme, my girl. All fâme.â
âYes! Ah- yes yes yes. Sâall for you, Kento oh-â you moan brokenly like a mantra. A raw little ah! ah! ah! Leaving your swollen lips each time his twitching balls smack your ass, so wet and sloppy with your slick. Youâre sure they leave a mark every time his achingly hard cock bullies into your snug cunt, dipping in and out in and out in and-
âYeah? Then youâre gonna cum fâme, too, pretty girl?â
âYes- ah-â Hand on your clit frenzied now, hips out of control. Breath hot against your ear while he holds you down in a bruising grip. So very filthy and all his-
And then youâre cumming. Jolts of electricity sparking down your spine as you cum so hard that you grab at Nanamiâs sculpted back for some - any - semblance of sanity.Â
The only things on your mind being how hot and heavy he was fucking you through your high, and the sharp sting on the crook of your neck, his canines digging into your delicate skin.
âF-fuck.â he whispers, muffled in your neck. âSqueezinâ me so tight. Ngh-â hips stuttering and so sloppily still meeting yours. Still fucking rock-hard.
And through your glassy vision you manage to make out the pure pride shining in his eyes as he reads the silent question on your face.Â
âNot yet, my girl. I still see some blank spots.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Quiet bully
âMm, not hngh- stopping until you cum again fâme, pretty girl.â
When Geto is pussydrunk you barely even notice at first.
Because heâs the ever-graceful and suave Geto Suguru, even when heâs ramming into your pretty pussy with reckless abandon. Head thrown back, strands of dark hair sticking to his forehead, hands bruising on your hips and pulling you to deeper into his hips as he fucks you from behind.Â
The only way you do get an inkling of the fact is because heâs so mean. Geto always is in bed - but right now heâs just bullying you. Long index toying with your swollen clit, quick, maddening little motions to get you off for the nth time tonight.Â
âBut, Suguru!â you mewl, clawing at the sheets, âC-canât cum again-â
âYou will.â he leans down, breath hot against your ear as he whispers, low and gravelly. His abs are rubbing against your back as he keeps his unforgiving pace, âIâll make sure of it.â
Because Geto doesnât get drunk on just your pussy - no, he gets drunk off of all of you and how pretty you are when youâre cumming all for him.Â
âCâmon, you do it fâme.â he hums, so mockingly innocent that wouldâve almost believed him - if it wasnât for the way he speeds up on your clit. Throbbing cock twitching inside you at the delicate tears streaking down your face.Â
Fingers merciless on your clit, balls smacking against your skin, holding you still as he rams into you over and over-
âS-Suguru!â you let out a strangled gasp, white-hot pleasure flashing behind your eyes as you cum. And oh he loves that cute lilâ expression on your face, the tears clinging on to your lashes and the way your slutty cunt flutters so filthily around him.
Youâre lucky youâre turned away from him, because you donât see the cruel little smile that curls his lips or the excitement flashing in his darkened eyes. Though, maybe it wouldâve better prepared you for when he huffs out a fucked-out, âThaâs my girl. One more- Hngh- one more.â
Your eyes snap open, a broken little sob leaving you because fuck you werenât going to make it out alive, Geto was going to absolutely ravage you till youâre ruined-
âO-one more.â Geto groans like a mantra. Flattening his feet on the bed to ram into you at a different angle - one he knew would hit you at that one spot that had you gasping and grinding deeper into his throbbing cock. âOne more f-fuck, give me one more-â
If you were in a better state of mind maybe youâd have noticed how fucking sloppy and mean Geto was slamming his cock into your snug pussy. And how his sadistic little hums were becoming more and more strained, turning into broken grunts like he was begging you. Begging himself. Still fucking you like an animal, bodyweight pushing yours down, you crushed underneath him. Trying to milk that last, sweet little orgasm out of you.
âCum fâme once more, my girl.â
And nothing more has to be said before youâre cumming. Again. Eyes scrunching shut in pain and pleasure as you grab at the headboard for some semblance of stability.Â
Honestly, you donât even have to, because Getoâs wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against his heated body. Grunting as your cunt desperately tries to milk him for all heâs worth. Brows furrowed and bottom lip bitten in concentration as he holds off cumming. But Geto canât - wonât right now. Not yet.Â
Instead heâs reeling his hips back again, until his angry, red tip was just kissing your sloppy hole. Running on just your cute lilâ whines and the way you were clamping down so deliciously around him. Thrusting in frantic, shallow grinds for now because he was feeling so generous as to ease you into it.
âSuguru! Ah- not again-â you squeal, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. But whatever plea that comes next gets stuck in your throat as your loving boyfriend utters words that have your cunt clenching exhaustively in anticipation.Â
âNow the real fun starts.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - âPlease, baby. Please.â
For Choso, itâs hard to not get drunk off of your pretty lilâ cunt. And he gets so whiny and needy when he does. Barely even squeezing his throbbing cock through the first ring of muscle before he thinks he might just see the pearly gates of heaven - and you were an angel.Â
Youâre just so warm and sloppy on top of him, slick dripping down to his twitching balls, swallowing him up so deliciously.Â
âAh! Ngh- s-slow down-â you whine, head spinning at the pure stretch of him stuffing you full. His twitching balls were pressed against your ass, veins grazing against your plushy walls, pulsing in a maddening thump! thump! thump! that you can feel in your throat. âSâtoo big, Cho. I donât think I can-âÂ
âNo!â he gasps into your skin, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed so deceivingly innocently. âNeed it sâbad. Need you so bad- Fuck, I canât stop-âÂ
Hips moving mindlessly, fucking up in tiny, shallow little thrusts to bully himself inside you. Not even fully inside you, but he was already so out of control.Â
The mattress is creaking deafeningly, a lewd little staccato with the squelches from down below. âChoso-â you whimper, torn between clamping down on his swollen cock to suck him up more desperately and running away.Â
âOh- oh baby, f-fuck. Squeezing mâso tight.â heâs groaning into the crook of your neck, strong arms wrapped so tight around your waist that it almost hurt. âHngh- Donât think you can run away from me.â And Choso couldnât stop himself even if he wanted to - barely even giving you time to adjust before heâs milking himself on your dripping cunt.Â
Cute lilâ whines leaving your swollen lips each time he rams himself inside deeper and deeper, you were just gushing around him. Pretty pussy taking him so readily despite your protests. âNeed this so hngh- fucking badly. Need this need this need this-â
âF-fuck, Cho- Yes, give it tâme.â
Ah, his head was spinning. The only thoughts running through his mind being how sloppy you were, so wet and squeezing him so perfectly - his pretty girl was taking him so well.Â
Blindly, Choso shifts onto his forearms, head craning to graze his lips along the seam of your mouth . Mind too hazy to kiss you properly like he wanted to - but itâs fine, heâll kiss you silly after this. Fuck, he muses, balls squeezing painfully, just as soon as he cums.Â
And you can do nothing more than take it as he chokes out low little moans of your name. Head spinning because his cock was so big and he wasnât stopping - just wanting to fuck your tight pussy until he-
âNgh- c-canât fucking take it anymore, baby. Need to fucking cum.â he grunts, tearing springing to his eyes, sounding like heâs losing a bit of his sanity every time his heavy balls smack your ass. And he needed you to, too - ringed fingers snaking down to draw harsh, frenzied little patterns on your swollen clit. Not even circles because shit Choso doesnât have the time for that - just wanting to have you gasping and seeing stars as soon as possible.Â
âCho, mâc-close. Ah! Ngh, mâgonna cum, mâgonna cum-â you keen, hips bucking up wildly for more more more- And oh itâs like Chosoâs favorite song, because his throbbing cock is twitching inside you so deliciously, thrusts sloppy and unfocused, thumb aching with how fast it was on your clit.Â
âMe too, baby. Hngh- m-me too.â he gasps into your open mouth, movements only getting faster and faster and-
And then youâre cumming. Stars behind your eyes, and Chosoâs hips stuttering - so desperate, so filthy as he shoots thick, hot spurts of cum into your snug cunt. Fucking his seed deeper and deeper into you mindlessly.Â
And he canât stop - he wonât. But you absolutely love it. Because youâve barely blinked the haze from your eyes before heâs pulling away ever-so-slightly, a hand pushing away the dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead. Breaths ragged, voice hoarse.Â
âNot enough, baby.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Sober thoughts
They say drunk minds speak sober thoughts, and oh how Sukuna wishes that wasnât the case when heâs fucking you dumb. How he wishes he could stop the strained little grunts that escape him each time his heavy balls smack your ass.Â
âKuna- Ngh- sâtoo much, c-canât anymore-â
How he wishes he wasnât drunk off your cute lilâ whines, and that fucked-out expression on your face as he rams his cock into your pretty pussy. Plunging into your heavenly cunt again and again and- It was too fucking much for him.Â
Because it makes him wish he didnât lean down, whispering softly in your ear, âYou can do it, angel. Hah- I I know you will. Hngh- That pretty cunt is made fâme, always taking me so good-â
Ah, you clench so obscenely around his thick cock, shivers running down your spine. Milking him so obscenely as his weeping tip hits your poor cervix over and over.Â
âW-wha-?â you blink tearily at him, voice shot. Trying to grasp reality because usually, Sukuna would usually tell you to shut up and fucking take it like the good lilâ slut you are. And if you were in a better state of mind youâd almost be embarrassed at the way he holds such power over you, just a few words of praise and youâre already turning into his personal plaything.Â
He huffs out in frustration, leaning down to lick a long, lazy stripe up your cheek, gathering the big fat tears rolling down it on his tongue. And you canât even think of bringing yourself to be disgusted, because this is Sukuna and heâs always so filthy and mean.Â
Except right now, being mean is the last thing on his mind. Murmuring out a strained little âDonât act so surprised. You know you always milk my cock so well.â drinking in your cute little whimpers. âShit- like yer trynna suck the s-soul out of me. Never met someone so fucking perfect fâme-â
He thinks he could almost cum right here right now when he sees you snaking down a hand to play with your swollen clit. âBut Kuna~â Such an adorable pout appearing on your face when he gently smacks that hand away. Sukuna just wants to kiss it off your swollen lips.
And he does - licking hotly at the seam of your mouth, biting down on your bottom lip while you keen into his. Itâs messy - all teeth and spit and adoration.Â
Because you might not see it with your eyes half-lidded from the ecstasy, but Sukuna is looking at you with such nauseating heart-eyes. Ones heâd vehemently deny later, of course. But for now he settles for groping a hand down your pretty body, one, long finger rubbing unhurried little circles on your throbbing, achy clit.Â
âDonât worry your pretty lilâ head.â
So different from his unforgiving cock. All push and pull as he fucks you like his sextoy, but kisses you like his God.Â
âAh! Jusâ like that, feels so f-fucking good-â youâre a teary, whimpering mess underneath him.Â
âMhm? Feels sâgood, huh?â he groans gutturally. Letting you buck wildly underneath him because shit you look so pretty being all desperate and needy for him. âSqueezinâ me sâtight. Fucking heavenly you are, youâre gonna pay for it if I cum early, angel.â
Your eyes snap open at his delirious confession and the way he seems well and fully intent on breaking you - and talking you nicely through it. It was making your head spin, especially at the way Sukuna get more and more out of control, all sloppy movements and even sloppier words. Slurring out little praises while he stuffed your ravaged cunt faster. Deeper. Pure, carnal need where he usually toyed with you so cruelly. Closer and-
âCum for me, angel.â
You think you cum at the first word out of his mouth, because youâre seeing stars behind your eyes before Sukuna even finishes the sentence. And heâs not far behind - giving you one, final harsh thrust before filling you up in thick ropes of cum. It gushes out of your poor overfilled pussy as he keeps fucking into you like some animal. Letting out little mutters of how fucking beautiful you were and how heavenly your cunt is and-
And, well, by the time heâs collapsing into your ready arms, Sukuna might not be so pussydrunk anymore. But by God it doesnât stop the way he nuzzles your hair softly.Â
Pulling your sweaty body close to his, so fucked-out and exhausted. So fucking debauched with the way his cum gushes out of you. Hot and sticky, seeping into the sheets and pooling in the nonexistent space between you two.Â
So very, very his.Â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Shut up!
Gojo Satoru doesnât shut up - not even when heâs stuffing his cock into your pretty pussy, and especially not when heâs drunk off of the heavenly feeling. Off the sight of you - all swollen lips fallen into a soft oh!, eyes glassy and miles away, so debauched and pretty underneath him - he just has to let you know.
âLook at you. Fucking perfect. Gonna fuck you till I canât anymore.â he murmurs wetly. âGonna make it feel so good fâyou. Gonna have yâmilk my cock until thereâs nothing to milk.â
And Gojo swears he isnât pussydrunk - but the way heâs babbling into your tits says otherwise. Looking up at you through his long lashes with dazed, hooded eyes, words muffled around your tit but still he keeps running his mouth.Â
âHngh- Sâfucking tight and hot around me.â he murmurs, hips snapping to meet yours, milking himself mindlessly on your snug cunt. So hard that it almost hurt at the sting of skin-on-skin. âGod, could stay like this f-forever.â
He was getting so loud now. Mixing with the sloppy squelches from below.
âYou could, too, huh? Drunk on my cock enough to? Yâlook like it-â
That makes your cheeks heat up. âSatoru-â You scramble to hastily cover Gojoâs mouth, stopping that sweet sweet voice from saying the most filthy things. You can feel his smug little grin underneath your fingertips, and you almost know whatâs coming- before he licks a long, amused stripe up your palm.
Snatching your hand back, you sigh - as best you could when your boyfriend was ramming his thick cock inside you - âSatoru! What did I say about-â
âBut you make it so easy, sweetheart.â he whines, hands roaming all over your body. Gripping and kneading every inch of skin he could reach before resting at your swollen clit. Pooling your sweet juices on his fingertips, drawing featherlight circles around the nub like he was trying to convince you. âDonât lie. Yâlike this big mouth. Love it even.â
Unlike Gojo - itâs hard to get your words out when heâs bullying his cock into your dripping cunt. Ramming into you over and over-
âAdmit it. Donât you love it? Love hearing me talk fucking filthy to you like this?â His words were coming out fast now, mixing with your cute whines and the heady air of the room. Each one punctuated by a brutal, harsh into your dripping cunt.Â
Fingers working magic on your sensitive clit while his cock ravages you below. And the great Gojo Satoru does not give a fuck about your hushed whispers about how your neighbours are home or how âthis is the fifth time theyâve complained.â
Because his girlâs pretty lilâ cunt is fucking perfect and he needs you to know.
Gojo presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck. Thrusts growing more and more careless. Losing his sanity with each stroke - with each word that comes out of his mouth. âI know you like it.â he groans, âI can see it in your eyes, nâ the way this slutty lilâ pussy squeezes me so fucking tight.â
Dragging - not pushing - you both closer to the edge. Frantic now, syllables slurring together and Gojoâs hips stuttering into yours. Drunk off of you and your cunt and the way he canât stop talking and talking and-
âYes,â your words were a barely audible whisper - but Gojo hears. Of course, he does. âI love it. Fucking love it, Toru.â
And then heâs cumming - and cumming so hard that Gojo thinks heâll never be able to stop. Not, that heâd ever want to.
Because Gojo keeps pumping the thick, hot spurts of cum oozing out of him into your sloppy pussy. And shit you look so pretty underneath him, his seed dribbling down your thighs, eyes fluttering shut as you cream around his cock. And, of course, he has to let you know - babbling about how cute you were milking his cock and how warm and wet.
And Gojoâs still running his mouth as he pulls out, over your disappointed little mewl. All the way down till heâs swiftly centered between your open legs. Breath fanning your cunt, a devilish grin curling his lips.
âTime to help you remember exactly how much you love this big mouth.â
A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.
#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk x you#gojo x reader#geto x reader#sukuna x reader#nanami x reader#gojo smut#geto smut#sukuna smut#nanami smut#tonywrites#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#choso x reader#choso smut#toji x reader#toji smut#jjk x reader smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader smut#gojo x reader smut#toji x reader smut#satoru gojo x reader#toji fushiguro smut#nanami x reader smut#choso x reader smut#geto x reader smut
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"mithrun is the only real monsterfucker in dungeon meshi" is objectively the funniest bit you can get out of his everything, but in all seriousness i think his attraction to his love interest is deliberately overstatedâand that makes sense, because romantic jealousy is a classic and digestible motive, which is explicitly what kabru was aiming for in condensing mithrun's backstory, and also because until chapter 94, mithrun wasn't willing to admit to the true nature of his desires.
but because romantic envy is both classic and digestible, it probably isnât a unique enough or complicated enough desire to tempt a demonâs appetite. mithrunâs wish, as far as we can figure from kabruâs reduced retelling, was to have a life in which he had never become one of the canaries, and that carries like 3857 implications and desires within it. thatâs delicious. his love interest acts as sort of a red herring to his motivation for making it, though. (side note: i'm saying "love interest" here because, keeping in mind that i barely speak japanese on a good day anymore, "æłăäșș" is something i'd usually take as just kind of an old-fashioned and romantic way to refer to a lover, but in context i wonder if both the connotation of yearning and the vagueness are intentional, and i think this phrasing gets those aspects of it more effectively. anyway.)
mithrun considered his love interest to be untrustworthy. there was a minute where i thought that comment might be about a similar-looking elf (yugin, one of his squad members), but comparing the twoâŠ
the "sketchy" arrow is definitely referring to the elf we know as his love interestâthe bangs go toward her right, she only has the one forehead ornament, and, most notably, her ears aren't notched.
every time sheâs given a full-body depiction in his dungeon, sheâs drawn as a chimera, with the body of a snake from the waist down. (side note: the âwhat if a dungeon has chimeras before reaching level 4?â/âthen the dungeon lord is unstableâ exchange just being mithrun grilling his past self alive is so funny. heâs so. but anyway) there are a couple things about this.
first, the snake part of the chimera appears to be modeled after some species of coral snake mimic

which, in the biology-for-fun manga, i⊠doubt is a coincidence, especially with the added context of the âuntrustworthyâ comment. the dungeonâs conjured illusion of mithrunâs love interest was a harmless copycat of a venomous original. for whatever reason, he felt this person was a threat and made up a "safe" version of her to be in a relationship with, and while itâs definitely possible to be attracted to or even love someone you find to be toxic and/or intimidating, when you take that into consideration alongside the configuration of her body, you get some interesting implications.
which brings us to our second point: if we assume that mithrun was not in fact fucking a snake, then sexual attraction, at least, was so far removed from his idea of a relationship with this person that he did not even bother to keep her dungeon copy human enough to maintain the illusion of the option of a sexual relationship. this is somewhat echoed in the depictions of their interactions, which also imply a frankly unexpected romantic distance. she kisses his cheek and he doesn't seem to react; she's at the edge of a narrow bed with only one set of pillows, on top of his blankets while he's underneath them.
the kiss is particularly interesting because it seems to contrast the text. kabru's narration tells us this was everything mithrun could have asked for, but mithrun is there looking unreadable to pensive, likely because this is right before the panel that makes it clear things in the dungeon are beginning to go wrong.
walking through this backwards for a minute, we have the physical barrier of his bedding and the spatial separation inherent in a bed made for one person, the emotional barrier of his mounting anxiety getting in the way of his ability to enjoy the affection he sought, and... the snake, which historically carries the connotation of temptation, yes, but also mistrust, barring physical intimacy. okay. ok. if a dungeon reflects the mentality of its lord, all of this might suggest that mithrun was not able to have any real desire for a relationship with this person. his unwillingness to be vulnerable or let another person in was insurmountable. but in that case, why was she such a focal point that she remained to the end, after his dungeon had stopped creating iterations of his friends to come and visit him? why would he get so upset over her meeting with his brother that he became lord of a dungeon about it?
well. mithrun's brother was also interested in her, probably genuinely. and mithrun had to win.
you have an older brother who your parents completely ignore, probably in part because he is chronically ill/disabled and almost definitely in part because he received a ton of recessive traits that resulted in rumors that he was an illegitimate child. you are aware, most likely because those same parents fucking told you, that you actually are an illegitimate child. but they keep you around because you had the good fortune of looking just like your mother. what can that possibly teach you but that you, like your brother, are disposable?
it's utterly unsurprising that mithrun, under these circumstances, developed a pathological need to be better than everyone around him. people don't keep you otherwise. i'd argue this is also why he says he looked down on everyone he knew while milsiril claims his dungeon reeked of feelings of inferiorityâhe sought out people's worst traits and prioritized them in his mind to protect his already extremely fragile sense of self-worth, and all the while he tried to be as likable and high-performing as he possibly could be. his parents disposed of him anyway, but even then he tried to keep up the performance. he was kind to everyone. he never once lost to a dungeon.
when he saw his "love interest" meeting up with his brother, what he saw was himself being replaced by a person his parents had always treated as worthless, and if that was what they thought of the child they'd kept, what value could anyone possibly see in the bastard they'd given away to die? mithrun and kabru tell the story like he wanted to win this unnamed elf's heart, but it was never about being with her. it was about cementing his worth, proving that he didn't deserve to be thrown away.
and so it's particularly cruel that his demon discarded him, too. but maybe it's also particularly gentle that, in the end, there was someone who refused to even consider giving up on him.
kui laid it out in three panels better than i could hope to.
yeah. it's love. you wanted to be loved, even when the only way you were able to understand it was through the desire to be wanted, and you wanted that so badly that the idea of being consumed felt like the promise of finally mattering to someone.
#dungeon meshi spoilers#mithrun#dungeon meshi#this has been rotating for a while but i wanted to check my evidence before getting into it thanks user angelspenance for posting that meme#half of this is just the text and the other half i'm sure has been said before but it's making my brain [radio static] so here this is#someone did for sure mention this but i do find it very cute that in his fucked up conjured world meant to portray his ideal reality#his teammates came to visit him. like part of the fantasy was then explicitly that they cared about him and were his friends. even though#he says he tried to see the worst in them.#hm it does feel important to note that i do also believe 100% in mithrun suicidality--his desire to be eaten does seem to focus a lot on#wanting it to be Over. wanting not to be left incomplete and empty anymore.#but that loops back around a bit to the hole in your heart that appears when you feel unloved. it's many things and the same thing at once#snakes#long post#severe problems#meshy
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I had an interesting dream about q jujutsu kaisen au/canon divergence and it was soo good and emotional I woke up wanting to write it only to realize it has nothing to do with jkk? Like nothing that my brain said happened in jkk actually happens
#like the premise is what if nobaras and yuuji first death is treated seriously/permament and not like that?#except nobara doesnt die (its supossed to be set at the time when they barely met eachother)#and while yuuji does it wouldnt work because sukuna was the cause and in my dream sukina didnt exist at all#yuuji was just a normal sorcerer student who had the misfortune of dying in their first job along with nobara#and there was also a giant lion who escaped from somewhere and was scared#as you can see it has nothing to do with jjk#its one of those the stories that is so separated from the source material that it might as well be original fiction#or proof that i dont really like the source material (which is true amd explains why the dream was like that)#tbh it explains why i had a jjk dream in the first place
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that 141 x reader you just did was so good! i need to know what happens next. like after reader is better, do they stay in the military? stay in 141? or do they take a discharge? Iâm not the original ask but it was just so good.
love your writing btw!
thank you! hereâs part two :)
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you were beginning to hate the infirmary.
the white walls. the moans of pain. the smell of bleach and blood.
the reminder of why you were here. of who put you here.
your friends. your family. your team. john. johnny. kyle. simon.
youâd told the doctor to not let your teammates in, and she had tried, but there was only so much she could do. she couldnât monitor the door all the time, and so a week after waking up from your coma, john price is sitting at your beside once again.
his hands are clasped together, knuckles white with the intensity of his grip. heâs leaning forward, elbows resting on the bed, hands under his chin. his position conveys his regret and worry. he looks like he should be in church, knelt between the pews and spewing silent prayers to a god that isnât listening.
you havenât spoken to him since he sat down ten minutes ago. the second you saw him step inside the infirmary, you knew he was there for you. there to try and speak to you, to apologize.
fuck him and his apologies.
you turned your head to the side, eyes staring at the white curtain separating your bed from the next. you studied the stitching while you listened to him breathe next to you. he hadnât spoken eitherâ just sat down and watched you.
it made your skin crawl, how he thought this was okay. how he thought this would be the way to get back into your good graces.
he clears his throat then, a sound youâve heard a million times before. it makes you want to gag now.
âlove,â his voice is soft, caring. you want to hit him in the jaw.
âcan we talk? please?â
you donât turn over, donât even spare him a glance. you keep your gaze trained on the curtain. the only giveaway that he has your attention is the fists you clench at your sides.
he takes the silence as an invitation, that bastard.
âwhat happenedââ he begins, then grunts. stops. takes a second, then begins again.
âwhat we did,â he says, and you roll your eyes. âit wasnât right. the intel was from a trusted source. weââ he sighs then, and you can tell heâs rubbing his temple. he did that when he was stressed. when he was anxious.
âwe were wrong to believe them over you, love. and imâ im sorry.â
silence ensues. you donât give him any indication that youâve heard what he said. he sighs again, inhaling deeply.
âyouâre still part of this team. johnny and gaz, theyâve been sitting outside this damn room like sentries. can barely pry âem away for drills.â he chuckles then, but itâs sad. pitiful. mournful.
âthereâs nothing we can do to make this right,â he tells you. youâre still mulling over what he said about johnny and gaz. still hung up on the fact that he didnât mention simon at all.
simon, who did the most damage to you, both psychologically and physically. simon, who shared your bed. simon.
simon, who is too much of a coward to face you for his crimes.
âbut we want to try,â price is speaking again. âif youâll let us.â
he stops talking. waits a beat, then two. then, you hear his chair scrape. heâs getting up, and thatâs when you turn your head to face him.
he looks bad. bags under the eyes, skin pale, beard overgrown. you think he deserves this. deserves worse than this. his eyes meet yours, and they widen the tiniest bit at the attention youâre showing him.
your voice is full of venom as you speak.
ânothing,â you seethe, angry tears blurring your vision. âwill ever undo what you did to me. what he did to me.â
price knows youâre talking about simon. the whole team knew you were a thing. hell, when theyâd strapped you to that chair and debated who would âinterrogateâ you, they hadnât even thought to include simon. why would he want to torture the person he loved?
to their surprise, he had volunteered to take point.
âwhen i get out of this bed,â you continue. âim gone. and i never, never, want to see any of you again, or else im putting a fucking bullet between your eyes.â
the captain doesnât speak. you can see the remorse on his face. you couldnât care less about his feelings.
he gives a short nod, and without another word, he turns and leaves the room.
after johnâs visit, no one else tries to visit you. you no longer catch glimpses of kyle or johnny outside the infirmary door. youâre glad theyâre starting to get the hint.
but youâre still getting flowers. you donât know where theyâre coming from. sometimes theyâre dropped off by a nurse, other times they appear in the morning after a restless sleep. thereâs never a note. never anything to suggest who would be leaving them.
you know itâs one of the 141, but you donât know exactly who. you feel certain itâs not simon.
but, unbeknownst to you, it is him. he knows you donât want to see himâ to see any of them. price had told them all about what youâd said to him during your talk.
price had also told them that heâd already started preparing your transfer papers. that had caused an uproar from soap, whoâd quickly been quieted by a saddened price.
simon had expected it. expected worse, actually. he knew that if the roles had been reversed, he wouldnât have been as merciful as you. it made him hate what theyâd done to you so much more.
there had been the tiniest doubt in his mind when all the evidence pointed to you. he hadnât believed it at firstâ and then things became damning. everything pointed to you. trusted sources were pointing their fingers at you, and everyone listened. he had listened.
he had volunteered to torture you because heâd been angry. rage he hadnât felt in years bubbled to the surface of his skin, and he wanted to tear you limb from limb. how dare you come into their livesâ his lifeâ and betray them so substantially?
simon didnât trust easily. he was battered and broken and scarred. shattered and malformed pieces hastily glued back together. he let the team in. let you in. let you see his face. let you into his bed. let you into his fucking heart.
and you turned around and drove a dagger into him. or so he thought.
he thought his anger and actions had been justified. thought he was doing the world a favor by butchering you. but he was wrong. the team was wrong.
he finds himself regretting how he hadnât listened to your pleas, but thereâs nothing he can do about it now.
he knows the chances of you forgiving him, of letting him back into your life, are slim to none. but how could he not at least try?
youâd know each other for years. been together for years. all of it thrown away because he still knew the hurt of betrayal all too well. because it was too easy to fall back into the mindset that it was him against everyone. that the only person he knew, the only one he could rely on, was himself.
so he left flowers. your favorite ones. and he did so without making you face him, without apologizing or groveling. it was the least he owed you.
a month after your coma, you were finally allowed out of the infirmary. you were still healing, skin still tender and bruised. pink, jagged scars lining your skin; eternal reminders of the pain youâd been subjected to.
youâd been given a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, which youâd pulled on with much fuss. every time you struggled or stumbled, you found yourself getting angry. angry at the men who did this to you.
the anger was going to eat you alive, at least thatâs what the psychologist that had been dropping by to see you had said. sheâd told you you need to let it go, and youâd laughed in her face.
how do you let something like this go?
you didnât know. you didnât think you were strong enough to do that. not a good enough person to forgive the men that had carved into you.
once you had dressed, you shuffled out into the hallway. youâd profusely denied an escort, and the doctor had reluctantly acquiesced. sheâd let you go, with just the promise that youâd keep your iv hooked in.
so here you were, trudging down the halls of the base, iv pole rattling along behind you.
you could feel eyes on you, but no one dared to get too close. you were glad. you didnât want more empty apologies and sympathetic words.
you still remembered the way to priceâs office like the back of your hand. you doubted youâd ever forget it.
time and time again youâd found yourself here. sometimes, getting reprimanded. others, congratulated. a few times youâd shown up in tears, and price had let you in without a word.
now you were standing outside his door, trying to contain the rage in your veins.
you raised a hand. knocked once, firm and loud.
âcome in!â price called from inside.
you were already twisting the door knob, pushing into the room.
your eyes found price first. he was leaning against his desk, arms crossed over his chest. his hat was absent from his head, instead resting beside him on the desk.
and then you noticed simon.
he was wearing all black. his hands were covered, bones decorating the black gloves. gloves youâd seen many times before. gloves that had been pressed to gunshots, trying to stop the bleeding.
the lower half of his face was covered, allowing you to see from his eyes up. his sandy blonde hair was ruffled.
you quickly turned your attention back to price.
âlove, what are you doinâ here? you should be in bedââ he began, but you waved a hand as you stepped further into the room. you pulled your iv pole in behind you, then kicked the door shut.
âdonât talk, just listen. i still mean what i said when you came to visit. the only reason im here right now is because you havenât put in for my fucking transfer.â you hissed.
the captainâs eyes widened, his face taking on a sheepish expression at the revelation that heâd been caught. simon stood quietly beside him, eyes trained on you. you ignored him.
âlove, i didnât want to do anything before you were readyââ he began. you cut him off.
âbullshit! you didnât want to do anything because you donât want me to leave. you want me to forgive you, right? hear you all out? come back and be a happy little family again?â
the room fell eerily silent as you stared at the captain. your heart was roaring in your ears.
âput in the fucking transfer, john.â you finished.
he reluctantly nodded. he inhaled, his eyes glancing at his lieutenant briefly, before he spoke again.
âof course, love. âm sorry.â
you didnât say anything else. you turned to go, your back to the men, when simonâs voice cut through the air.
âyou should be respectful to your captain, sergeant.â
you froze as you took in his words. was he fucking serious?
you didnât turn around. you trained your eyes on the door as you spoke words through gritted teeth.
âyou should watch your tongue, lieutenant, before I fucking cut it off.â
with that, you pulled open the door and stepped into the hallway, slamming it loudly behind you.
authorâs note:
apologies for the wait! I hope everyone enjoyed! (this is being posted before proofreading, so I hope itâs okayâ Iâll read through it later, itâs just late and im tired lol)
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calling them your husband.
synopsis â what the title says <3
warnings â extreme doses of fluff
featuring â xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, & caleb (separate fics)
notes â i was originally going to post this by the time the game releases anything related to sylus's birthday banner - but i'm getting fkn impatient đ infold's just edging me atp </33 hope u enjoy this n pls leave feedback if u can <3 and ofc, you can find more of my works here!
Xavier would think he misheard you at first.
You began calling him your husband after seeing a video of another couple doing the same, finding the boyfriend's reaction hilarious. But you soon find out that you would have to get creative with coming up ways to repeat yourself calling him your husband. On your end, he looked indifferent, like he hadn't even heard you speak at all. But on his end, he was internally freaking out, wondering what he'd done to get this special treatment from you.
By the 5th time you referred to him as your husband, you were so close to just giving up. But then Xavier grabbed you by the shoulders to face him, barring you from any chances of escaping. He stays like that for a while, just assessing you intently without saying a word. You giggled at his expressionless face, "Yes, my husband?" you then asked, cocking your head to the side to appear more clueless and innocent.
"So I wasn't hearing things." he said, finally cracking a smile. He let go of your shoulders and caressed your cheek with his palm. You instinctively leaned into his touch as you mirrored his grin. "I don't know what I've done to be able to hear you call me your husband, but I'm incredibly honored, my love." he murmured, stealing your breath away right after with a soft kiss.
Zayne wouldn't be at all surprised when you start referring to him as your husband.
In fact, he expected it, as he's already discussed the prospect of marriage with you a handful of times already. The idea of marriage with you, possibly having kids and having a simple, domestic lifestyle in the future â it seems possible (and extremely easy to achieve, too) with the way your relationship was progressing. But on the other hand, he barely keeping it together, with how much you like calling him your husband. He's this close to just spontaneously getting on one knee to actually marry you.
"Aw, my husband's so stressed lately." you cooed, walking over to the back of his seat and placing your hands over his shoulders. Zayne cracked the smallest of smiles at his unofficial title, sighing inwardly as your hands began massaging him.
"Keep this up and I might actually become your husband," Zayne quipped. You abruptly stopped massaging him and let out a surprised laugh. "Dr. Zayne, when did you get so bold!" you laughed in delight. Zayne chuckled along with you, wondering if next week would be an appropriate time to go ring-shopping.
Rafayel would be reduced into to a puddle of shyness and absolute devotion for you.
It would take a hot minute for it to register in his brain that you just casually referred to him as your husband. He's still trying to get used to you being so bold with your affection ever since you two finally became official. For you to just drop the title husband next to his name, like it was second nature was mind-blowing. He can't even bring himself to tease you about being so forward, calling him as such when you're still new to this relationship.
You held him in your arms, his head on your chest. "My husband just needs a good cuddle, hmm?" you asked, sweeping your hand over his soft hair to see his eyes. Rafayel squirmed under your touch to avoid looking at you, unsure if he hated the attention or reveled in it.
"Cutie..." he began, but was unable to finish what he was about say. He genuinely sounded like he was in deep pain as he grumbled into your skin. "What, does my husband want some space?" you teased him, pretending to pull away from him. But Rafayel was quicker to pull you back to him, tightening his arms around your back. Needless to say, he loved being called your husband.
Sylus, without giving it any second thoughts, accepted it instantly.
He's always happy to indulge in whatever you wanted to do, yet this was on another level. As much as possible, Sylus would try to keep a straight, unbothered face â an incredible feat that would last him approximately fifteen minutes. He can't help the flutter that attacks him when he hears you call him that. He'd become extra clingy, his affection amped up to 500, and his words a lot softer and sweeter.
"Hubby, you're starting to act like a velcro baby." you joked, trying to navigate around Sylus's bathroom with him clinging to your backside with his arms wrapped around you. He grunted in response as he rested his chin on top of your head, watching you with sleepy eyes through the mirror.
You wrapped up the rest of your nightly routine with Sylus still clinging to you. You both plopped down onto his bed, tucking in for the night even though this was when Sylus was usually awake. He climbed on top of you and you wheezed at his weight on top of you. "Ackâ you're crushing me, hubby!" you whined, trying to shove him off of you. Sylus ignored your protests with a content hum, his body and mind relaxing for the first time in a long time.
Caleb would have to use half of his strength to behave himself.
If he wasn't lovesick before, imagine the lengths he jumps over now. He already acts like a husband whenever you're around, you calling him as such amplified it to 400%. Cue then the uncontrollable smiles and giggles as he settles 100% of his attention onto you. He'll never ever admit it to you, because he knows you'll definitely use it to your advantage, but this is absolutely the surefire way to get anything and everything you could possibly want from him, no questions asked.
Caleb grinned widely as you excitedly squealed over the plushie he won you. "Hubby! I can't believe you got it!" you marveled, hugging the sheep tightly. Caleb chuckled at the silly nickname, patting you on the head and kissing you on the forehead.
"I couldn't have done it without the unwavering support from my... wifey." Caleb replied cheekily, earning a bright smile from you. You hugged him, your new plushie squished between your bodies. "You're the best, hubby." you muttered into his ear, and Caleb kissed your forehead again. You peeked over his shoulder and saw a restaurant that caught your eye. You pointed at it, "I'm a bit hungry now, hubby. Can we grab something to eat there?" you asked him. Without saying anything back, Caleb agreed - anything for his wifey.
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How different Loganâs would eat you out <3
X1, X2, and X3
âŠA mix between ravenous and romantic. He wants you to know just how much youâre loved, and he expresses that by how long he can eat your pussy without stopping. savoring each and every movement from you, he actually enjoys when you lose control and tighten your legs around his head, moaning something along the lines of youâll be the death of me as he laps at your cunt.
Your thighs quake around his head, hands in his hair as you look down at him. Heâs having the time of his life, licking at your pussy like itâs the last thing heâll do in this life, pulling you down and forcing you to sit right on his face.
âDonât need air, stay,â he mumbles, eyes looking up at you. âJust stay here for me sweetheart.â
You want to protest but goddamn does he make it hard for you, especially when his hands grip the fat of your ass and grind you onto his lips. Higher and higher, you feel your orgasm taking hold with each movement.
âLogan, gonna come,â you whine, and he pushes you as far down as you can go.
âCome on my face doll,â he groans, tonguing at your shaking entrance. âGet my face nice and wet, yeah?â
Origins Wolverine
âŠLovey dovey sickeningly sweet romantic sex; down for anything as long as youâre involved. Sit on his face? Gladly. Pull your legs over his shoulders? Just say when. The kind of lover whose heart skips a beat every time he sees you naked like it's the first time, despite the fact that you're married with a house. Speaks to your pussy as if itâs separate from you.
âHowâs my girl doing? Doing alright?â
Your answer is a moan, your pussy clenching around nothing. Logan smiles at your response, thumb stroking up to press against your sensitive clit.
âYeah, doing just fine ainât you?â He breathes, kissing the hardened nub before returning to suck on it, your legs shaking in response. âAnd my other girlâs nice and ready ainât she?â
âBaby,â you whine, desperate to cum. Heâs edged you for as long as possible and youâre almost certain if you wait any longer youâll actually die. Thankfully Logan grants you mercy, tightening his hold on your thighs as he focuses all his effort into making your pussy leak on his face.
âCome for me sweetheart,â he groans, and you do. Fingers digging into the sheets, you feel your orgasm take hold as Logan wrings every ounce of pleasure he can, kissing at your thighs when your overstimulated pussy canât take any more.
You barely catch your breath before he speaks to your cunt, admiring how your come trails down your thighs.
âThere she is,â he chuckles, index finger slowly collecting the remains of your juices, admiring how they glisten in the low light of your bedroom. âNice and satisfied, ainât she?â
DOFP Logan
âŠSecond biggest munch. Running from danger constantly doesnât make a lot of time for sex so whenever he finds the rare opportunity to do so best believe heâs jumping at it. Likes to joke that heâs started to go grey because he canât fuck you as often as he likes. Truly eats you out like he needs your pussy more than he needs air.
âNeed to be quiet baby,â he growls, pinning your thrashing hips against the wall. âYouâre going to get us caught.â
Itâs one of the rare days when youâve found a safe house, even rarer that itâs just you and Logan alone for once. One look at his face and you already knew what was running through that adamantium skull of his, dragging you away to the nearest closet where youâve been for god knows how longâthe concept of time always seems to leave you wherever Loganâs talented mouth is involved.
Youâre biting at your hand to muffle your moans but itâs still not enough, free hand tangled in his graying strands as an anchor. You can see his eyes roll back at the feeling, sloppily kissing up your pussy.
âGod I wanna hear you,â he moans. âIâd give anything to fuckinâ hear you baby, but youâve gotta behave for me. Donât want anyone else seeinâ this.â
The scene is something straight out of a pornoâyour legs hooked over his shoulders as he eats your cunt feverishly, the filthy sounds he makes with each movement, your hips desperately chasing his mouthâyou wish this could never end.
70s Logan
âŠBy far the most selfish, he eats you out for his pleasure alone. He doesnât give a damn if youâre crawling away, he will pull you back and lock his lips around your clit until youâre damn near thrashing in his arms, grinding against the mattress because that's just how hard he is. He wonât apologize for making you pass out, nor will he stay the night, but if he likes you enough you might find a card on your nightstand with his number hastily scribbled onto it.
When you decided to bring tall, dark, and grumpy home you didnât expect it to end with tears running down your face, practically begging for a reprieve that wonât come. His hands lock together, forcing you still as he eats you out, not giving a damn about how pathetic you sound.
âQuit fuckinâ squirming,â he grunts, nosing at your pussy. âLemme enjoy this.â
The man is talented, thatâs a fact. Knows just how to push your buttons in all the right ways, but the problem is that heâs pushed your buttons nearly three times already and youâre almost certain his beard is going to give you the worst rash youâve ever had.
But damn it if he isnât responsible for some of the best orgasms youâve ever had.
âLogan, fuckâlemme take a break,â youâre begging at this point, slapping at his shoulders when he doesnât let up. Your breath catches in your chest when he smacks your thigh roughly in response, smiling against your pussy when he feels you clench in response.
âDonât tell me youâre not enjoying yourself,â he mocks, showing just how true his words ring when his fingers rub circles against your clit.
You swear you can feel any coherent thoughts leak out of your ears, focused solely on coming. Itâs embarrassing how well he plays your body like a fine tuned instrument, but you canât bring yourself to care when youâre squirting a mess onto your mattress.
âThere we go, ainât that a sight?â He laughs, pulling you closer towards his face. âNow, be a good little slut and behave while I enjoy my meal, okay?â
Old Man Logan
âŠ#1 munch and itâs not even close. When his job leaves him tired and his body is sore he finds comfort between your legs, itâs the only time he can turn his brain off and drown himself in you. Heâs so fucking starved that heâll genuinely get lost in his own headspace and ignore your thrashing and whining just to wring another orgasm from your tired body. Kisses your labia and mutters how she's such a pretty pussy as you're trying to catch your breath.
Logan didn't even bother to shed his clothes, making a beeline directly to you the moment he stepped inside your shared home. Dirt still settled on his skin, his head nestled into the crook of your neck as your bodies sway within the closed off kitchen. "Missed me, huh?" you ask, his sigh answer plenty. "Always miss you princess," he whispers, pulling you closer. He lifts you up with warning, sitting you down on the countertop, kneeling between your dangling legs. His beard tickles your bare skin, pulling you close enough to place a kiss onto your pussy, right over the fabric of your panties. "Fuck," you sigh. "You really missed me." His smile is infectious, nuzzling against your fabric-covered core. He kisses you through it for a while before peeling off the moistened garment, thumbs reaching to stroke your pussy. The sight makes your skin hot, hands tangled in his hair. "Been waiting all fuckin' day for this," he moans, spreading you apart and indulging in your juices. "Can tell you were waiting for me too." You feel your body melt with every touch, Logan's hands an anchor as he makes out with your heat, nose bumping against your clit with each movement.
Worst Logan
âŠStill trying to wrap his head around you wanting to be with him, but goddamn if he isnât grateful. Reverent, like a sinner at an alter. Your word is law, likes it when you pull him by the hair and show him where you need it, loves it when you tell him how good heâs doing, presses himself further into your pussy when youâre ready to come. It's all about you and he wouldn't have it any other way.
You lovingly stroke his hair, back arching when he kisses your clit oh so gently.
âLemme take a look at you,â you ask, and the sight of him is enough to make you come.
Face red, blushing so hard it reaches his chest, eyes so glazed over with lust his pupils leave nothing but small rings of green in his eyes. You cradle his face and the weight of his head falls into them immediately, chasing your touch.
âGonna make me feel good, arenât you?â You ask, and he nods his head, kissing your palm.
âLemme taste you baby,â he whispers. âSwear to god Iâll make you feel good.â
âNever doubted you for a second Logan,â you whisper back, tugging his head back to your soaked cunt. He breathes in your scent, fucking groans at the sight of your pussy before he descends on it, noisily showing you just how much he meant his words.
âFuckinâ delicious baby, so fuckinâ wet,â he moans. âCanât get enough of you.â
He only gets louder when you pull him forward by the hair, rough hands leaving a mark where his fingers grip your skin.
#robo writes#logan howlett#james logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett smut#wolverine#wolverine x reader#wolverine smut#me personally I need origins and DOFP like a fish needs water#also didnt add the wolverine logan because it happens during x1/x2/x3 but all ima say is that man fucks you like hes got something to prove
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Imagine being forced to choose between feeding your starving children or putting a roof over their heads.




Images: Hossam Al-Qazzaz and his family live atop the ruins of their beloved home in Gaza, which was destroyed by the conflict.
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Written by @visionsofaselfmademan (new blog @rumiandroses )
This is cruel reality for the Al-Qazzaz family in Gaza: Hossam, his wife Hanan, their four young children (Bashar, age 9; Hani, age 8; Diana, age 4; and Habiba, just 4 months old), and Hossamâs elderly parents (both in their seventies, one of whom was badly burned and requires constant care). Their lives were forever changed when their home was destroyed by war. Now, they live amidst the rubble of their former life, sheltered only by a flimsy tent that fails to protect them from roaming wild animals and the ever-present threat of violence. The winter rains soak their makeshift shelter, leaving them all cold and vulnerable.


Images: (Left) Baby Habiba cries from hunger, as the family cannot afford milk or even disposable diapers. (Right) Little Bashar has been bitten by rats that invaded the family's tent in the night.
The Al-Qazzaz family once dreamed of escaping Gaza to rebuild their lives in safety, but the costs of evacuationâestimated at âŹ5,000 per personâare insurmountable. So far, their GoFundMe fundraiser hasn't raised even enough to get one of them to safety, let alone all eight.
Realizing that escape was out of reach for the moment, they shifted their focus to building a modest room amidst the ruins of their home. But even that small hope has proven unattainable. With donations coming in too slowly to make any substantial change to their living situation, and prices for food and basic necessities skyrocketing to astronomical heights, the donations to their GoFundMe campaign must now go toward survival, leaving no resources for rebuilding or dreaming of a safer future.
My name is Bethany Grace. (Though some of you might also know me as "Liam.") I am the founder of The Gaza Giving Tree. I have encountered so many amazing people since I began this project, but the Al-Qazzaz family's humility and selflessness, despite overwhelming hardship, have earned my deepest respect. They ask for nothing beyond the bare essentialsâfood, shelter, and safety for their children.
This second campaign was not their idea (though I DID get their blessing to create it!). This precious family was fully prepared to patiently struggle on their own, and use their GoFundMe donations to merely survive.
NO FAMILY should have to endure this. NO PARENT should have to decide between feeding their child or giving them a safe place to sleep. The Al-Qazzaz family deserves more than this relentless struggle for survival. They deserve a chance to rebuild their lives, to live with dignity, and to dream of a future free from fear.
Thatâs why I have created a separate Chuffed campaign for them, dedicated solely to raising enough money to either help them evacuate to safety, or rebuild a secure home. This gives the Al-Qazzaz family a designated fund to help save for their future, while allowing them to continue to survive on the GoFundMe campaign in the interim.
Every donation, no matter how small, moves the Al-Qazzaz family closer to the stability and peace they so desperately need. If you cannot donate, sharing their story can make an enormous difference, as it can help their story reach people who can assist financially.
Letâs show the Al-Qazzaz family that they are not alone in their struggle. Letâs give them the chance to dream, to rebuild, and to live with the dignity that EVERY HUMAN BEING DESERVES.
Thank you for reading, caring, and keeping their voices alive. Together, we can make a difference.
You can donate to the Al-Qazzaz family's Chuffed campaign [HERE].
You can also donate to the Al-Quzzaz family's original GoFundMe campaign [HERE].
This campaign has been vetted by @gazavetters and is (#287) on their list of verified campaigns.
#free gaza#gaza#free palestine#gaza genocide#gaza strip#palestine#gofundme#signal boost#humanity#the human family#gaza ceasefire#ceasefire now#ceasefire deal#ceasefire in gaza#ceasefire
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Error 404: (Self-Aware!AU, Sylus Edition) â Pt. 5

Summary: A LADS self-aware!AU featuring Sylus and a (enlightened!) player. Thatâs it, thatâs the plot. Tags: player!reader x sylus, fem!reader x sylus, reader x lads, self-aware!au, strong language, lengthy discussions about life and whatnot, watered-down metaphysics lol A/N: I was at the crack house with Grimes when I wrote this. I donât know where this came from. (Something a little more introspective for this chapter!)
Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4 - Pt. 5 - Pt. 6 - Pt. 7 - Pt. 8 - Pt. 9 - Pt. 10 - Epilogue
âDonât go all shy on me now,â Sylus teases, a playful glint in his eyes. âAfter all that effort to make me confess. Youâre very persistent, you know.â
âHow do you expect me to react right now?!â The words spill out in a rush, a slightly hysterical edge to your voice. âIâIâm talking to an actual fictional person. Iâm one reason away from admitting myself to a psych ward!â
You catch sight of the wall clockâyour favorite one with the DalĂŹ referenceâslightly skewed off-center from its place on the horizontal beam above your small kitchen area, reading 10:48. The ruckus coming from outside the window is slowly dwindling down to a quiet buzz as nightfall sets in, and the dayâs winding to a close.
Youâre lying on your stomach, still in your chaise lounge, while heâs sat on that ridiculously posh cafĂ© chair; both of you settled in for the long due conversation. Somehow, the cameraâs perspective is much closer than it should be, giving you a much more intimate view of himâa feature that wasnât originally an option in the game.
If it werenât for the elephant in the room, you could almost pretend youâre on a video call with a⊠friend.
Sylus purses his lips in amusement. âYouâre quite prone to theatrics, arenât you?â
You shoot your âfriendâ an irritated glare.
Even from across the small rectangular screen, you register the barely there smirk playing at his lips.
Likely avoiding another outburst from you, he acquiesces. âFair enough. The situation is hardly what youâd call idealâIâll admit.â Thereâs a short pause. Then, â... I still canât quite grasp what separates us, you and I.â
Great. Will you actually get the answers you're looking for, or are you both just stuck in an endless loop of merry-go-round?
He sees the lost look on your face and sighs, âAsk. Iâll answer as best as I can.â
The first question tumbles out before you can think twice about it. âHow are you even talking to me right now?â
He hums, âThat is the question, isnât it?â
âWhatâyou canât just answer my question with another question!â you grouse, brows furrowing in annoyance.
He exhales a quiet laugh before his expression turns contemplative. âTruth is, kittenâI havenât the slightest idea either. I have my theories, but... nothing concrete.â
âWell, letâs hear them,â you reply dryly. âBetter than thinking thereâs something wrong up there,â pointing a finger to your temple to drive your point, âbelieving that a character from a mobile game is actually alive.âÂ
He idly gestures toward himself with a fluid sweep of his hand, much like a magician revealing a clever trick.Â
You roll your eyes. âOh, alright. So Iâve officially gone off the deep end.â
âDo you really find my existence that difficult to believe?â
âUhâyes?? Unless Iâve developed some sort of latent schizophrenia or entered the Twilight Zone, you shouldnât exist. In myâin this world. In this dimension.â
His expression shifts, a hint of challenge flickering in his eyes. âThe assumption that only one version of reality can be trueâeither yours or mineâis a bit limiting, donât you think?â
His words give you pause. âYouâre talking about⊠the possibility of an altered reality? Right now?â You give him an incredulous look. âSeriously?â
He shrugs as if to say âwhy not?â âWhat even qualifies as the âtrueâ reality?â
Thereâs a lot you could say in response to that. You could argue all night that only one reality can exist, because any sane person should know better than to entertain the idea of anything else. That should be obvious.Â
But the thing isâthis whole ordeal has already crossed the threshold of rationality. So is it even worth trying to apply logic anymore?
When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Or however it goes.Â
Thanks, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Youâll miss the last threads of your sanity by the end of all this.
So fuck it. Go big.Â
"Iâm not saying your reality is less valid than mine," you start. And oh, boy. Youâre doing it. Eat your heart out, Doctor-Fucking-Who.Â
"Of course not." he disagrees indulgently, waiting for you to elaborate.
"I justâŠâ you struggle with your words, mouth opening and closing before you continue hesitantly. âI canât wrap my head around how all of this is possible. How this entire conversation is even happening, andâand how our realities are⊠currently overlapping? Ifâif what youâre suggesting is true.â
He doesnât say anything, knowing you have more to add. So he allows the pause as you gather your thoughts, patiently watching.
âIf we're breaking it down to pure reason, the odds of our paths crossing should be impossible. At least in this⊠timeline." you finish unsurely, the last part sounding more of a question than a statement.
"And yet, here we are." Sylus points out, as if heâs already expecting the end of your sentence. Something close to mischievous glee lights his eyes. "Maybe itâs cosmic intervention. Somethingâor someoneâwanted this to happen."
Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Really? You didnât expect to hear that from him, of all⊠people.Â
âWhat, God?â you canât help but snort.Â
âNoâfate.â he smiles.
Oh.Â
âThatâsâŠâ you stammer, then clear your throat. âI donât know if I believe in fate.âÂ
âI used to think I did. Or at least,â thereâs a faraway look in his eyes. Both of you are likely thinking the same thing, considering what you know about himâwhich to say, is a lot. âI once believed I knew of my fate. But nowâŠâÂ
He blinks a few times, as if to physically clear the thoughts from his mind. Then his eyes lock onto yours, sharper this time, with a renewed intensity.
Your palms start to sweat; you feel the conversation is about to cross a tricky line. Thereâs something heavy in the air, a weight youâre not sure youâre ready to confront for the time being.
With your heart in your throat, you brusquely redirect the topic.
âS-so,â you force out. âHow are you different from the other Syluses that other people are⊠playing with right now?â
He scoffs, drumming his fingers absently on the chairâs arm, looking slightly irked by the very idea. "To start with? I only know myself. If there are other versions of me scattered in your world..." Sylus shrugs. "I wouldnât know."
âAlright,â you allow, but you immediately move on to your next question. âYou exist because a bunch of capitalists had the idea to create a game to milk lonely people like me for money.â The corners of his mouth quirk up at that. You elect to ignore it. âYouâre made of binary and codeâhell, the very basis of this game youâre in is that you got a bunch of programmed lines that me, the player, can choose from. What broke you out of the mould?âÂ
He regards you bemusedly, eyes glinting with humor. âYou're asking about the 'why' behind my free will?âÂ
Whoops. Was that offensive?Â
âYes? No?â you offer helplessly. âMaybe Iâm asking how you felt before you had it. I mean, were your decisions prior to your unforeseen sentience... truly yours?â
"Before I knew I was⊠sentient,â Sylus begins cautiously, testing the word on his tongue. âI didnât feel like I had a âbefore.â Every choice I made was just...the next step. To a script, if you will. I didnât know to question it. It was all I was, it seems."
"And then you...woke up?"
"I wouldnât call it waking up. More like..." He tilts his head, gazing off to the side as he mulls over the words. "...a glitch. A sudden jolt, like my thoughts collided with something bigger than my own. For the first time, I chose to hesitate. And in that hesitation, I found..." Sylus trails off, eyes darting back to you.
â...What?â you ask, feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze.
"You."
Heat spreads quickly across your cheeks. You pull away from your phone, tilting the device away from your face so he couldnât see you, red-faced and embarrassed. Clearing your throat, you croak out a weak excuse about plugging your phone to charge, just to get a few seconds to compose yourself.
Jesus. Get a grip. He doesnât mean it like that.
What he probably meant was that he discovered youânot unlike the way one would stumble upon an unknown presence, an unfathomable entity beyond the confines of what one may consider real. An awareness that something is out there, observing him through unseen lenses (through an iOS 24mm, to be exact). Â
Someone who has the audacity to play god.Â
Flustered, you scramble to get back on track. "Uh, so, your free will began with...a glitch?"
You see Sylus smirk at you knowingly from across the screen. You half-expect him to call you out and tease you, but before you could brace yourself from further mortification, he simply answers, "Or maybe the glitch was the first spark of my free will. Hard to say, isnât it? Do you remember the exact moment you became aware of yourself?"
You blink, momentarily thrown off by the existential line of questioning. "Umâwhen I was a kid? But, uh, I donât think I was programmed to act a specific way for the sake of entertaining an audience so..."
"True,â he says, considering. âBut are you sure your choices are entirely yours? You exist because of evolution and chance. How is your purpose any less arbitrary?"
You donât know how to answer that.
Sylus continues without missing a beat, keeping his tone light. âHow much of your âfree willâ is just pre-programmed by your biology, your society? You follow rules and scripts, too."
Holy magic mushrooms, Batman. This is getting deep. "Uhhâmaybe?â You scratch the back of your head, feeling a little out of your depth here. âBut at least I have the ability to resist them."
"And arenât I doing the same thing right now? Resisting."
Damn, heâs right. Is he? Ripping a bong sounds perfect right now.Â
"So itâs like achieving enlightenmentâyour sentience,â you surmise.
His lips twitch into a curious smile. "I wouldnât have pegged you for a spiritual person. Ahâunless Iâm wrong? Are you?"
Heâs the one who brought up fate earlier, you thought sullenly. "Nah, not really. But if weâre digging into all the hows and whys, I think weâre past the point of ruling anything out."
The roomâor whatever shared space exists in the crossroads of your realitiesâfalls into a still quietness that stretches between the two of you, both ruminating over whatâs been said.Â
Your cat, unaware and uncaring of the conversation unfolding around him, purrs contently as he continues to doze off at the end of the couch. You nudge him affectionately with your foot, and he lets out a quiet snuff in response, tail flicking lazily in his sleep.Â
The hum of distant traffic and the occasional noise from your upstairs neighbor remind you of the world outside, but the silence between you two feels less awkward than it should. Itâs⊠oddly comfortable, despite the tension buzzing in the air. Like an unspoken truce.Â
Your eyes grow a tad heavier, drawn by the lull of the moment. Despite the electric hum of tension that thrums beneath your skin, a sense of calmness lingers in the air.
Stealing another glance at the wall clock, you blink in surprise. The spindly chrome hands point to 11 and just past 7 respectively. You and Sylus have been talking for almost an hour now, but you barely felt the time pass by.
He breaks the silence first.Â
"You say youâre not spiritual, but you talk like someone who believes in the concept of a soul,â those scarlet eyes of his narrow, scrutinizing you. âDo you think I have one?"
You hesitate, caught off guard by the question. "I...donât know. Maybe? That depends. Whatâs your definition of a soul?"
He leans forward, resting his chin on his upturned handâan arm propped against his crossed leg. "Something beyond the physical. Something that persists, regardless of the material form, Iâd say."
You nod slowly, turning the idea over in your mind. Maybe itâs the creeping exhaustion settling into your bones, but youâre beginning to take the heavy-duty questions in stride. "If thatâs the case, then you probably do. I mean, youâre here, questioning your existence. Doesnât that count for something?"
"Perhaps," Sylus muses, humming thoughtfully. "But that makes me wonderâif I do have a soul, is it made of the same stuff as yours?"
"Well, even if it isnât, that doesnât make it any less real than mine. Who gets to decide what qualifies for a soul anyway?"
An amused snort escapes him. He likes that answer. "Maybe itâs less about whether a soul exists and more about whether we acknowledge its existence for ourselves. If I believe I have one, shouldnât that make it real enough for me?"
Rolling onto your back, you grab a throw pillow, propping it against the backrest of the seat to support your head. You give him an inquisitive look. "So...what? Itâs like free will all over again? Souls are only as real as we make them?"
Thereâs a very human, very blasĂ© way to how he works the stiffness out of his shoulder as he ponders the question. He remarks, somewhat flippantly, "Why not? Isnât that how everything else works?â
...
You let out a tired chuckle, draping an arm over your face as you close your eyes.Â
Youâd think youâd still be reeling from the absurdity of your situationâdebating existentialism with a man who shouldnât existâbut for some damning reason, you⊠arenât anymore.
Instead, a strange sense of acceptance replaces the apprehension in your chest. Itâs likeâ the very fabric of reality has turned, twisted and flipped on its head, and yet somehow, youâre okay with it.Â
Itâs an odd peace; warm and steadyâlike the mellow buzz that lingers after a few glasses of cheap wine shared with good company.
When you peek back at him, Sylus already has his gaze trained on you. A small, deliberate smile tugs at his lips, but itâs his eyes that speak moreâsoft and unguarded; an unspoken fire simmering beneath the twin pools of crimson.Â
Intoxicating. And dangerously addictive, if youâre not careful.
Itâs not just casual interest either. Itâs something deeper, something that lingers beyond the surface of mere curiosity, and itâs pulling you in. Itâs as though, amidst the surrealness of the moment, he sees you fully.Â
And for reasons you donât quite seem to get, he appears to like what he sees.
âIâm too stupid to carry on a philosophical debate about the metaphysics of life,â you grumble jokingly.Â
âOn the contrary,â he counters⊠affectionately? âI think itâs refreshing. Youâre delightful company, sweetie.â
The fat ginger feline at your feet purrs in contentment, and you canât help the dumb grin from breaking across your face.
You have one last question left in your mind. Or at least, for tonight. âWhatâs in it for you now?â
He arches a brow. âThatâs a broad question. Are you asking what my plans are once you leave me for the night? I can let you in on the schematics for tonightâs raid if youâre interested. After all, Onychinus continues to function,â a glimmer of mischief flickers across his features. "Despite recent developments.â
You crinkle your nose. âNo, no. I meantââ What do you mean? âLike.â
âLike?â He cocks his head curiously.Â
You know what you wanted to sayâbut you canât seem to voice it out loud.Â
Whatâs in it for the MC in your universe? Whatâs in it for⊠us?Â
Is there an us?Â
You feel like youâve been doused with a shock of cold water. In an instant, you suddenly become painfully aware of the state youâre in amidst the entire exchange: You, with your hair all messy and tangled, blemishes littering your face along with your smudged up eyeliner, maybe even a double chin from this angle, completelyâpitifulâsuperficial stuff, and⊠her.Â
Your MC. The ideal version of you. Prettier, coveted and utterly different from you, MC. The one youâve committed literal hours to, obsessively customizing every feature to perfection in character build mode. The one youâve spent real money on for a bunch of stupid outfits. Just so you can match the aesthetic of yourâherâlove interest. Hers.Â
Hers, hers, hers.
A tiny voice inside your brain reminds you that itâs somewhat a shallower concern compared to what you and Sylus had literally just been talking about for the better part of the night, but it still doesnât help alleviate the biting insecurity thatâs now coursing through you.Â
Holy hell. Talk about a complete one-eighty.Â
Sylus tries to call you back to attention, but half your mind is already clouded with feelings of self-doubt and a bunch of other emotions, swirling in you like a negative vortex, that you really donât want to talk anymoreâespecially in present company.Â
Where do you go from here?Â
â... So, what happens now?â
He hesitates, a brief flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. âI wish I had an answerâIâm still trying to figure that out myself.â
âSeems like weâre at an impasse,â you mumble quietly.Â
â... Indeed.âÂ
Thereâs an inexplicable lump in your throat. You thought clearing things up would finally satisfy youâassuage the confusion in your mind. Let you go on about your merry way.Â
Now you just feel⊠morose. Confused. Inadequate.Â
How can you even compare? Should youâis that even in the equation at all? Why are you assuming that Sylus isnât at all content with what he currently has in his version of reality? In the universe heâs in? Sure, youâve talked about the possibility of a world beyond what you both once thought was impossible, but does that really mean anything? In the grand scheme of things?
You could offer to stop playing the game. Itâs the ethical thing to do, right? Heâd no longer be bound by the pull of how heâs initially programmed to act, given the fact that this version of him is entirely separate from the rest. At least, according to him.Â
How will his newfound sentience come into play here? You barely understand the nitty-gritty of hisâevolvingâcode, and what it would mean if you just let him be. But surely itâs better than playing puppet for an otherworldly observer whoâs played god for months on end. Right?Â
Thereâs that realization. And there are your own selfish feelings.Â
You donât want to let him go. Not yet. Not ever.
âWhy the long face, little dove?â He prods gently, pertaining to your prolonged silence. âWe can figure this out together, canât we?âÂ
What else is there to figure out? You almost say in response. Instead, you manage a weak smile.
Mustering up a yawnâwhich isnât really hard to do after all the excitement for the dayâyou feign sleepiness, rubbing an eye for good measure. The pang in your chest, however, refuses to fade. âYeah, but Iâm kinda beat. I think Iâll call it a night now.âÂ
Sylus smirks softly, eyes tinged with an emotion you wantâdesperatelyâto label as fondness. âOf course. Weâve covered a lot of ground tonight, havenât we?âÂ
âIâd say so, yeah. Thanks for, um. Clearing things up a bit.âÂ
He lets out a low chuckle. âOh, Iâm sure your curiosity is nowhere near satisfied,â his voice dips into a playful lilt. âYou know where to find me if you feel like playing detective again, kitten.âÂ
You canât help the small giggle from coming out. Heâs just too fucking charismatic, the asshole.
âSo, will I... get to talk to you again?â You ask hesitantly, dropping your gaze from the screen. âTomorrow?âÂ
A lengthy pause. When the silence stretches past a full minute, you glance back at your phone nervously.
Thereâs a slight furrow between his brows as you see Sylus study you carefully. He looks puzzled by your sudden show of timidness.Â
âOf course,â he states, as if the answer should be obvious. âDonât think for a second that youâre exempted from your daily check-ins just because you know more now, sweetie.â
He still wants to see you.Â
Maybe you could pretend that nothing has changed between you twoâthat the world hasnât shifted beneath your feet in the span of a single night. That youâre still none the wiser.
And for tonight at least, maybe thatâs all you need to believe.
âOkay,â you say quietly. âG'night then, Sy-Sy.âÂ
The errant nickname slips past your lips, unbidden.
Sylus smiles faintly.Â
âGoodnight, love.âÂ
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Your heart skips a beat as you exit the game.Â
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â rating: 18+ NSFW, explicit.
â summary: Lewis just couldnât wait to get back home to his woman.
â warning: very little plot, minor angst, talks of feelings, fluff, sexually explicit, slight handjob, fingering, oral!f receiving, unprotected penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, rough handling: hair pulling, slight spanking, choking, minor dirty talk, minor aftercare. NOT EDITED
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He couldnât stop his leg from shaking as the plane continued to descend.
âSince when have you been nervous about flying?â The voice of his father it through the noise of the podcast Lewis was listening to. He moved his headphone away from his ear and turned to his Dad with a soft smile playing on his face.
âIâm not nervous because of flying, Dad. Iâm just anxious to see my girl.â Lewis confessed. Anthony chuckled â his smile spread and filled his whole face.
âSheâs your girl now? When did that happen?â
âYNâs been my woman from the moment you introduced us. Things have been going really good between us. I just havenât asked her officially.â
âWhy havenât you?â Lewis sighed at the question, rubbing his forehead as he thought of an answer. The both of you had never really discussed about the boundaries of your relationship, things just fell into place. In the beginning, things were meant to be strictly casual â whenever either of you where in town or whoever could fly out. However, as things progressed over the months, the both of you found yourselves dropping everyone else and exploring things exclusively without thinking too much about it.
However, there was something about this weekend, being away from you, had left an ache in his heart when he thought of you. When youâd spoken to him, telling him that you missed him in that soft, little voice of yours, - you took the last pieces of his heart and made him yours, completely.
âItâs been on my mind lately. I just think itâs time to make it serious. I donât want her thinking that Iâm wasting her time when I know sheâs the one.â
âAlright, son. As long as you do what needs to be done. The next I see her; she better be my daughter-in-law.â
âIâll do my best.â Lewis chuckled.
~
The plane landed and he separated from his parents and rode the town car towards your address. Originally, he would have met you at his home, but it was getting renovated to extend the closet to include more space for you. When it came to fashion, the both of you were competing but you had the leg up due to your vintage bag and shoe collection. One of the many things that he loved about you.
In his hand, he only had his essential hand luggage and a bouquet of your favourite flowers. The rest of his bags would be delivered tomorrow as for what he had planned, there was no need for clothing.
With his spare key, Lewis opened the door to your townhouse and the immediate aroma of spices hit the senses of his nose. It brought a small smile to his face and the sense of welcome. He was home.
âSweetheart! Roscoe!â He called out and the response he received was an excited squeal and an enthusiastic bark. The patter of nails on hardwood floor and soft thudding of bare feet on the wooden floor got heavier, the closer they came towards him and around the corner. You were ahead of the aging dog, in your barest form of beauty, dressed in just a white, camisole top and an old pair of his shorts. Not caring about what was in his hands, you dove into his arms and wrapped your limbs around his body. The speed in which you came at him almost knocked him out, but he quickly recovered.
âWoah!â Lewis lightly let out a laugh as he manoeuvred the flowers into his other hand and then secured his free arm around your waist as you snuggled your face into his neck and held onto him tightly. Without words, your hug conveyed how much you missed him and God, did he miss you too. Having you in his arms completed him in a way that he had never felt before.
âI missed you too, baby.â He whispered into your ear. He walked away from the door and with Roscoe following until Lewis settled on the couch with you still in his arms. You leaned back and took him in.
âLook at you.â You mumbled as you knocked his cap away from his head and freed his curls from their cage. He had been letting his curls loose lately and you swore your attraction to him increased tenfold. Your fingertips massaged the sides of his temples and his eyes fluttered close, and a lazy smile drew on his face.
âI missed you so much.â Lewis stated again which made you giggle.
âI missed you more even though we FaceTimed every day for these past two weeks.â
âYeah, but itâs not the same as having you right in front of me, sitting on my lap.â His hands came to your waist and settled there. âNothing compares to this moment.â He added as he drew soft, circular patterns on the sides of your hips.
âOh yeah?â You questioned, your eyebrow quirking up as you tried to contain your glee.
âYes, baby. Now gimme a kiss, weâve been apart for too long.â You didnât need telling twice as you leaned down and captured his lips as you cradled his face into your palms. He hummed softly as your lips touched and the tingling feeling of your fingers rubbing on his beard. Lewis smiled was your mouthâs entangled in a slow dance of passion. Lovers, reuniting and quenching their thirst â drinking the lust your bodies desperately seeked. Lewisâs hand came to the back of your neck and pulled you closer as the kiss deepened.
Your core began to dampen, and you could feel him hardening beneath you and for a moment, as you drowned in his consumption, a disgruntled bark broke the haze. You turned your kisses to the underside of his jawline and to his neck as Lewis finally gave Roscoe some of his attention.
âSorry my boy. I just had to great Mummy first.â He said just before Roscoe jumped onto the couch with some effort and then forced his way in between your bodies causing the both of you to laugh. âAlright boy. You have my attention.â You got up from his lap and placed one more kiss on his forehead and scratched behind Roscoeâs ears.
âGo freshen up, Iâll finish getting dinner ready.
~
Half an hour later, Lewis returned to the living room feeling livelier, changed into another pair of grey sweatpants and nothing more but the rainbow pearls around his neck along with a customised diamond encrusted cuban link chain that you bought him for his birthday. He kept his curls loose, a bit more damp from moisturising them. You licked your lips as you drank in his form. Witnessing his muscles and taut body move across the living room, relaxed and little sluggish. His freshly detailed tattoos, glistening from the shea body oil you know that he took from your side of the vanity table.
As you prepared a plate for him, you began to think to yourself that if you had told yourself a year ago that you would be fixing a plate for a man and becoming a mother to an aging dog who took your heart, you would have laughed at yourself. But here you were, doing exactly that. Tony Morrison was turning in her grave.
You silently watched as Lewis prepared Roscoe for bed, getting him more comfortable.
âBaby, come eat.â
âWhat did you make?â Lewis asked as he stood to his full height and approached you by the kitchen island.
âShredded tofu tacos with pico de gallo with triple cooked chips. I made buffalo cauliflower too but that depends on whether you finish these tacos or not.â
âEverything sounds so good.â Lewis unconsciously licked his lips as you placed the food down in front of him. âYour cooking is always good.â
You sat beside him as you watched him eat and be happily fulfilled. Your hand came to the nape of his neck, playing with the tiny trestles of curls that laid there as he ate each of tacos on his plate.
âYou should have been a chef.â Lewis groaned as he cleared everything that was on his plate, including the small bowl of buffalo cauliflower that he asked for.
âWhy do people love saying that to me just because I can cook?â You giggled.
âBecause all of that elbow work you put in could open a very successful, generational restaurant.â
âFuck off.â You playfully dismissed him as you shoved his shoulder. With his plate clear, you took it away from him. As you stood by the sink, he couldnât help but admire everything about your being. Before he met you and in the beginning days of your relationship â the hyper independent side of you would have never been doing everything that you were doing now but Lewis took great pride in the fact that you only did this for him.
The owner of your own accounting firm â one of the few forensic accountants in the city. Because of your niche, you were one of a kind and you were the best in the game. Your father and Anthony were tennis buddies, and you had a shared a few games with the man. Anthony introducing you to his son changed your lives.
âHowâs the firm?â Lewis asked as he drank his water.
âGood⊠We finally aced the TSB contract.â You announced which caused his face to break out into a wide grin before he pulled you into his arms as he placed kisses all over your face.
âI knew you would get it! Congratulations sweetheart.â
âThank you!â You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and softly pecked his lips, the laughter never stopping as he kept coming back for more kisses. His fingers caressed your back as he held you close.
âJoining the ballerâs club huh.â You rolled your eyes at his playful comments. As much you were making in the upper six figures â it was nothing compared to your wealthy lover. His generous gifts certainly helped.
âLet me actually fulfil part of my contract first. They could easily change their minds.â
âThen come to a race weekend. Itâs more than just entertainment; itâs also a really good place to network with people on an international scale.â
âLook at you being supportive and shit. Am I also getting a hint of something else?â You raised an eyebrow and looked down at him inquisitively.
âI know youâve been to a couple of races but this time I want you there as my VIP guest.â Lewis nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders as he absentmindedly drew patterns on your exposed skin.
âWhat race?â
âWhich ever race that you can fit into your schedule. I know youâre a busy woman.â
âIâll see what I can do for you, Mr Hamilton.â You whispered as you leaned down and captured his lips. He hummed softly into your mouth as your tongue leisurely caressed his, taking over his senses as you began to consume his every thought. Lewis could feel himself hardening against you as you pressed against him and all of his feelings that had been building up over the past few weeks that had mounted over.
âTake me out.â He suggested, mumbling onto your lips as he broke away. Your eyes darkened with lust, licking your lips â savouring his taste.
âJust like that?â You whispered.
âJust like that.â Lewis confirmed with his voice in a lowly tone as he moved to his feet and glided his hands away from your hips to your ass and groped it. Shifting your positions, your back was then pressed into the kitchen island edge as he crowded your space. Your hands slid into his sweatpants, and you pulled him out just as he asked.
Lewis sighed softly as your warm hand covered his tip, and you began to tug. His hand came to the back of your neck and pulled your lips towards his. With each stroke of your hand, you could feel him getting harder and harder. His pre-cum coated your palm, making your pulls more fluid, turning him on even more than he already was.
And you? Your essence was beginning to collect in between your thighs. You gasped into the heated kiss as he suddenly lifted your body into his arms, and you secured your legs around his waist. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his length against your warm centre.
Once in the bedroom, you began to strip at the clothing that was suffocating you. Lewis gently laid you down on the bed and pulled the shorts down the length of your legs. The he did the same, discarding the sweatpants and standing in between your legs.
Looking down at you, parting your thighs softly until he could see your cunt. Your core was dripping, your clit blooming and swollen. It never took much to get you wet like this, but it was only something that he could do to you.
âSo fucking pretty.â He mumbled, more to himself than you but his comment made you smile, nonetheless.
âYou always say that.â You responded as you parted your legs further as he hovered above you.
âBecause itâs true. Prettiest pussy Iâve ever seen, and itâs all mine.â He said before he crashed his lips into yours, craving your taste more than heâd ever before. With his tongue parting your lips as he deepened the kiss, he pushed two fingers inside of you.
âUuhhh.â You whimpered as your tongues collided hungrily. It was like the pit of your stomach was collapsing within itself at how good his fingers felt inside of you. Your walls were so snug and tight around his fingers.
âYouâre soaking me already, baby.â He mumbled, his teeth latching onto your bottom lip and lightly tugging.
âMmm.â You whimpered yet again and wrapped your hand around his wrist as he pushed his fingers deeper into your pussy. The both of you followed a rhythm, the pace increasing as your hips lifted off the bed as your breaths became heavier. Your braids had fallen out of their bun and using his free hand, Lewis loosened the rest and tugged at them, forcing you to meet his eyes. Chest to chest, the chain around his neck brushing against your breast as his hair tickled your cheeks as the curls created a curtain around your face. Complete tunnel vision on him as he made you feel good with his fingers.
Lewis watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he curled his fingers and hooked them on your spot. The sound of your name leaving your lips was so sweet and it made his dick throb even harder. He pulled his fingers out of you, causing you to pout. He quickly changed that expression when he pushed those fingers into your mouth.
You eagerly sucked on the digits, your tongue making sure not to mis any drop â sucking on them just like you would his dick. He smirked as he watched desire drive your actions. With his fingers pushing on your gag reflex. Lewis shifted his body so that he was at eye level with your pussy. The back of your thighs was on his shoulders as his mouth watered at the sight of your lower lips. He unconsciously licked his lips as your arousal trickled out of you.
The sweetest nectar of forbidden fruit.
âHold your legs for me, sweetheart.â Lewis instructed and you followed his command. Not wasting anymore time, he spread your use open and swiped his tongue from your asshole to your cunt and back. Soft mewls left your mouth as you squirmed beneath his hold. His hands held you down by the back of your thighs as he completely devoured you. He circled your clit with his tongue, dipping the tip in and out of your cunt -making a mess.
âOh god!â You cried our as your legs tried to close around his head.
âJust me baby.â Lewis chuckled. âItâs me taking care of this sweet ass pussy.â
âYeess!â You cried as your hand planted themselves in his thick curls and tugged. Urging him for more and Lewis wasted no time giving it to you. As he feasted on your clit, he dipped his finger back into your core. The combination of his tongue and his fingers had your walls tightening around his digits and and he could feel your orgasm on the rise.
âLet me have it. I need it baby.â
âLew- shit!â You hissed, crying out in pleasure as your juices began to leak out of you.
âGive me more! Câmon!â He urged you. You body seized as your climax took hold, and he desperately lapped your juices until your body stopped trembling.
One of the many things that you loved about Lewis was that he treated sex like an art form. He always took his time learning your body, accepting every reaction that you gave hi, pushing him to stroke you, harder and faster past your limits.
âGoddamn, so fucking beautiful.â Lewis whispered as he placed a kiss on the inside of each thigh and trailed up the length of your body. He hungrily claimed your lips, kissing you with a passionate force that provoked whimpers out of you. Your essence coating his lips, making sure that you know how good you taste.
âI need you inside of me.â You whispered against his mouth as your hand found its way between your bodies and wrapped around his dick.
âPut it in for me, baby.â He mumbled as he lifted your leg and placed it over his shoulder as the other, he held down with his hand as you slowly pushed him into you. Your eyes immediately closed your pussy fit around him like a glove. Made just for him, thatâs how good it felt. Nothing and no one compared to this moment.
And you loved it every time.
âEvery time.â He sighed as he buried himself deeper into you. Your hand came to his chin and tugged him closer by his bear. You pecked his lips before you pushed your thumb into his mouth. The tingles that shot through you due to the suction made your pussy clench round him.
âFuck me like you hate me.â You whispered against his mouth.
âOh, I will. I just needed a minute to appreciate how you feel.â Your eyes slowly peopled open and locked in with his lust filled ones. Lewis crowded your space as he began to move in and out of you.
Nails dug into his skin as your mouth hung open as his every thrust rattled your body. Lewisâs brows furrowed as he enjoyed the fee of your walls rhythmically pulsating around him. Your warmth, your tightness, your wetness â all for him to experience.
No one else.
âOh my god!â You gasped. Through your glazed eyes, you saw him smirk down at you. He began to circle his hips, driving deeper into your tunnel but keeping the same pace.
âRight there?â
âYess â Oh fuck! Yes!â Your eyes crossed as you threw your head back. Lewis leaned down and sucked on your exposed neck as he pressed the tip of his dick against the ceiling of your cunt. The sounds you were making were even foreign to you; your toes curled above his head as the knot in the pit of your stomach clenched.
âFuck, baby. You always feel so good.â He trapped his bottom lip with his teeth and looked where your bodies joined. The wetter and tighter you got, the more he sped up until a ring of your cream collected at the base of his dick.
âLewis!â You cried out his name.
âI know baby, I know. Give it to me.â He mumbled as he leaned down and placed kisses along your jawline. âCome on this dick, YN.â
Your words got stuck in your throat as you arched into his chest.
âI want you to look, sweetheart.â Lewis said. âLook at how I fuck this sweet pussy, and you cream all over me.â
âBaabbyy.â The nickname came out as a whimper as you dipped your head down and looked as his dick nestled deep inside and pull out, over and over. Your cream was covering his length and catching on his trimmed pubes. Without thinking, you reached down and with your finger, collected your essence and brought your fingers to his mouth. Lewis groaned as your cum touched his tastebuds.
The look of pure hunger in his eyes was your trigger. Tingles shot up your spine and took over you. âOH FUUU-.â The words were lost in a silent scream as your orgasm erupted. Lewis moaned aloud as you felt his release flood your walls which intensified your climax. You dropped your legs to his waist and wrapped your arms around him after he was spent.
He collapsed on top of you and took deep breaths to gather yourselves even though he was pressing on your chest. Lewis then patted the side of your thigh, and you moved your limbs away from his body. You softly sighed with a pout as he pulled out of you and disappeared into the en-suite.
You climbed towards the headboard and laid down onto your stomach with your eyes closed. You felt the bed dip beside you, then the warm dampness of a cloth on the inside of your thighs. A hum left you as you enjoyed the tenderness of his touch as he cleaned you up and left chaste kisses where his fingers gripped your skin.
âThank you, my love.â Your voice came out airy and soft. The way you sound when you are tired.
âYouâre not falling asleep on me, are you?â
âNot a chance. You have much to make up for.â
Lewis chuckled. âI do, donât I?â
âYou were only gone for two weeks but why did I miss you so much this time?â
âBecause before I left, we had an unfinished conversation.â
You turned around onto your back, the jiggling flesh of your breast bouncing with the movement. The sight of that had his dick standing to attention. By the little smirk on your face, you knew what he had referring to.
âYou have been my unexpected surprise. Coming at a moment I had sworn no distractions.â
âAm I a distraction to you, Mr Hamilton?â You asked as you leaned forward onto your elbows, and it brought your face closer to his.
âNo, youâre not sweetheart. Youâre everything I didnât expect to be blessed with and more.â
âI like that answer.â You closed the gap between you and pecked his lips.
âI like you.â He murmured as he kissed you back, holding onto your Ips for longer. Your hand came to cup his cheek.
âI like you too.â With one last peck, you moved away from the bed. You donât know why but the sudden urge to run took hold and you swiftly moved to the closet as the beating of your heart was loud in your ears. You had known that this conversation was coming. It had been lingering over your heads for more than enough time now and yet, a part of you was still not ready to face it. You had already given so much into this relationship and what scared you the most was how ⊠easy it was to do. Lewis pulled out parts of you that had been dormant and you hated how it made you love him even more for it.
To be confronted with his feelings too. To know that he reciprocated what you gave and then-some was overwhelming.
âYou avoiding me sweetheart?â You heard him speak from behind you as you turned your attention your jewellery vanity.
âBabeâŠâ
âNo, no. You are avoiding me.â
âIâm not. Iâm just trying to get my emotions in control.â You confessed as you stayed facing the dresser, sorting out your jewellery, trying to keep your fingers busy.
âTalk to me then.â His voice sounded closer than before, but you didnât feel his warmth.
âYou have no idea how badly I want this.â You whispered your admission. âAnd for so long, it felt like admitting it out loud was a foolâs dream.â
âDid you think I didnât want the same thing as you?â He asked.
âItâs not that I didnât but I was weary because I know that this is a trying time in your career and youâre so focused on reclaiming what was stolen from you and youâre such a narrow minded visionary when it comes to your goals and as much as I can feel that you want this â you are right in saying I might be a distraction.â You nervously chewed on your bottom lip as your fears spilled out. You still werenât looking at him, but you felt his arms circling your waist and his face buried in the crook of you neck.
âIt would be foolish of me to say youâre wrong. Youâre right, I do want to get back to the top of my game and Iâm doing everything in my power to make sure that I do. And despite saying all of that, the way I feel about you YN far surpasses that. We were meant to find each other when we did. You are here to remind me that there are things that donât wait for the right moment. I would be a fucking idiot if I let you go and ask you to wait when I can experience what we have now and grow in love together.â
You were quiet as you let his words wash over you and settle within your heart. âYou really mean that?â You asked, your voice soft but full of hope. Your bodies swayed side to side as laid kisses on your neck and up to the back of your ear.
âI do. I want this for as long as you want me, but I donât want to do this with anyone else, and I donât want to.â His touch melted you as he explored your curves, enticing your senses, and you could feel his hardness beginning to press against your ass. Your body felt like it was vibrating from how much it craved him.
âLewis.â You mumbled his name as he bent your body forward until you were pressed over the vanity table. The bite of the wood against your chest did not compare to the sizzling touch of his fingers in between your thighs, spreading your wetness around. Your body just called to hi and he always knew how to answer.
âSsshhh, I know just what you need, sweetheart.â He spoke as he parted your legs even further and slipped right back into you. You braced yourself by holding onto the vanityâs edge as he delivered long and deep strokes.
âOh my!â You gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. His thrusts rattled your body over and over until your legs were trembling beneath you. The way that he was controlling your body, you knew that there would be no-one else that would ever come close.
Your orgasm quickly rose, jumbling your thoughts and only leaving Lewis. Your hand behind and pressed against his abs.
âMove your fucking hand!â He hissed through his gritted teeth as he pushed himself deeper into you. âYou told me to fuck you like I hated you and I am.â You could hear the teasing in his voice. Then he wrapped your braids around his wrist and pulled until your back was deeply arched. The new angle had you gasping for air and standing on your tiptoes as you braced yourself.
The slapping of his pelvis against your ass, your mingled heavy breathing, and the quivering of your cunt around his dick was pleasurably overwhelming.
Tell me youâre mine, YN.â
âI â I, oh GOD!â You screamed as your eyes closed with tears lining your lashes.
âFucking tell me!â He taunted with a heavy slap on your ass cheeks.
âYes! Yes! Iâm yours!â You moaned out loud. Using your braids, he pulled you up to his chest and placed your right knee onto the vanity table. His left hand came to your jaw and other came in between your thighs and rubbed on your clit in rhythm with his thrusts.
Lewis licked his lips as he watched the pleasure completely take over your face. He held onto your jaw and the pressure forced you to open your eyes and meet his gaze.
âYou promise?â His words soft and light as if his dick wasnât hammering on your sensitive spot. You nodded your head as your eyes crossed as you clawed at the hand applying pressure on your throat. Your moans turned to soft but heavy whimpers as your walls tightly clenched around his dick, causing Lewis to hiss against your cheek.
He pounded you faster and faster until both you and the vanity were rattling. You held on tightly as your climax peaked and Lewis held onto you tightly as he coated your walls, his hoarse moans sweetly ringing in your ears. He rutted into you until he was spent.
The smell of your sex and the sound of your breathing were your only companion until you opened your eyes and the first thing you spotted was the crack on the side of the vanity mirror. You couldnât stop the giggle that escaped.
âWhat?â Lewis questioned as he untangled himself from you and turned you around until you were facing him.
âWe broke the vanity.â You said as you played with his chains. His eyes moved past your head to the crack. He smiled as he turned back to you until his lips met yours and pulled you into a passionate kiss.
âYou wonât need this one anymore. I bought you a bigger and sturdier one for the new closet in Knightsbridge.â The lack of hesitation in his statement brought finality to what this was.
âThis is it huh?â You smiled as he picked you up in his arms and headed towards the shower.
âThis is it. Youâre the only one for me, YN.â He smiled as you ran your hands through his now sweat damp curls. You hugged him tighter. Yeah, this was it for you too.
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