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MISLEADIN' ME SERIES: CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
"I CARRY YOUR HEART IN MINE"
âł Gojo Satoru x f!reader
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Genre: angst, fluff, sci-fi, cosmology, smut.
Words count: ~13.3k
tw1: jujutsu kaisen 0 mild spoilers
tw2: unprotected sex, creampie
Ⲡprevious
There was no questioning of your conscience, no rage pressed upon you - you sat in the black office chair, still dressed in your hospital pajamas, and stared blankly at the desk. You didn't know or feel whether an hour had passed or twenty-four hours - you mourned in the dark office, the windows of which were always covered with dark gray curtains.
The dead, unlike the living, don't repay debts - you couldn't understand what you were paying for. Yes, you were a thief. Yes, you were a killer. But there were creatures on Earth who were far worse than you, and they got away with it - otherwise, if punishment came to them, it took the face of death. They didn't suffer long, they had no time to grieve, nor did their souls boil in attempts to make things right.
You were confused. You came to the deity half asleep, guilt-ridden, hundreds of thoughts and memories swirling in your head, knocking you off balance, unable to distinguish reality from dream. Slowly, you put your elbows on the table and almost knocked over the clear glass, and held your head, hiding your inhuman face from the faces that flashed before your eyes. Were they payment for your stubbornness, or were they taken away because you had allowed yourself to be happy for a moment? A haunting thought was killing you with its grief - it could have been a necessary course of events, and you should have retreated, leaving your loved ones behind, without changing anything.
If you only knew the moment it all went wrong, the day your sister was taken from you, maybe things would have been a lot easier. The slightest mistake, and your only chance to get rid of the demons could slip away. You couldn't just jump around in time because of the guilt and loneliness that fell on your shoulders - that's what common sense told you, but you couldn't recognize its voice.
In the corridor there was the distinctive sharp sound of heels on parquet, which grew louder and louder. As soon as they stopped right in front of the door, someone turned the key and, pulling the doorknob, entered the office.
"Y/N, long time no see," Laitta greeted you cheerfully, turning on the light in the room - you couldn't even hear the surprise in her voice, and you got a sense of deja vu.
She didn't pay attention to your appearance or your condition - Laitta walked smoothly to the table, and you stood up to make room for her. You turned cautiously and locked gazes with each other as the goddess sat down, and you exhaled, stepping around the table to stand across from her.
She flipped back her dark curls, sighed contentedly, pushed her laptop to her side, and opened one of the folders on the table, pouring whiskey from a crystal decanter into a clear glass. The goddess didn't care about you - you were a ghost to her.
"Give them back to me," you commanded, clawing your hands into the table, trying to draw attention to yourself. Your tone was strikingly different - just a little while ago you'd been begging Rei for it, but now you were spitting out orders.
"Give you who?" the goddess asked idly, staring at the laptop and sipping whiskey from a glass. The quiet clinking of fingernails against glass was enough to make you snap.
"My family!" you yelled, sweeping everything off the table, Laitta's eyebrows raised in confusion and she glared at you squeamishly. Her graphite table began to be covered in the darkness that your dark lines carried with them, spreading beyond your body.
"Why would I?" she asked mockingly - she wanted to chop your hands off her desk so they'd stop making it dirty. "You have nothing to give in return," she reminded smugly, leaning forward.
The creature gave an order - you obeyed. You grabbed Laitta by the neck and slammed her against the wall, the impact so strong that the shelves collapsed to the floor with their contents. Open books, broken statuettes, plants, and scattered earth sprawled around you as you pressed the goddess's neck into the wall with your forearm, tears of rage streamed from your dark eyes.
You groped Laitta - your hope was fading more and more with each empty pocket as the goddess laughed hoarsely. "Talking to you taught me a useful lesson," she chuckled huskily, clinging to your forearm with her hands. "Keep anything of value away," the woman hissed, jerking away, but your grip was firm - you only pressed her harder into the wall. Your grin and the dagger edge pressed against her throat amused the goddess more. "So what are you going to do?" she asked with contrived pity in her voice. "Kill me?"
The goddess didn't seem it, but she was on the verge of passing out - she couldn't breathe. The mirth and irony had been replaced by coldness and arrogance. "Are you seriously threatening death to someone who has lived for more than a thousand years?" she wheezed indifferently, sensing your desperation - instead of trying to offer the goddess other jewels, to find a compromise, you were immediately ready to tear her to pieces. That was your mistake, and she should have put you in your place. "The only reason I helped you that time was because you had Atlas," she said proudly, despite her position - your grip was weakening with every word she said. "You can kill me for all I care," Laitta said calmly. "No one will notice the extra few drops on your already bloody arms."
You whimpered and staggered backward in horror and denial - not a mockery, but a reminder. It seemed that your fear had come to life, and you should have stopped being afraid - you had fallen down where there were no ladders or ropes, and you had become someone who not only lived off human blood, but also enjoyed human suffering. You could not justify yourself even before the reflection in the mirror - it didn't expect explanations and reasons from you, it was blind to your suffering and attempts to return everything back to normal. It still wanted to live at any cost, but you had nothing to pay for it.   Â
Not to return, not to fix, but to hold on to the last opportunity for which you came into this world to be who you were. No one will pull you out of the abyss, no one will pull you deeper into it â just the balance and eternal peace you have learned since you were a child. Fill deaths with meaning, justify your deeds before the silent human wrath, and, if you were lucky, see them all again - if that side existed, maybe you would meet again.
You stood before the goddess who had lived a long time and looked at all the sins of humans, and you wanted to ask her if she had ever seen anyone worse. Laitta didn't judge you, didn't blame you, but she didn't want to help you either; resigned to the fact that you couldn't bring anyone back, you turned and walked out of her office on weak legs. Â
[October 23, 2023, 04:39pm; USA, State of Alaska, Utqiagvik]
At the edge of the world, a white mist rose slowly the town over, spreading between the small houses that stood on stilts. Red spears pierced the chill haze as the sun retreated, illuminating the snow-covered roofs one last time. The few people wandered leisurely through the streets, wrapping themselves in jackets and exhaling clouds of steam.Â
The North, as always, was serene and calm. Beyond the Arctic Circle, the cold dispelled people's fears about the future, there was no room for worries among the snow and ice, the gusty wind didn't drive home, on the contrary - it made get up and look around, freeze in place, feel the searing tide that flowed coldly through lungs with every breath. The feeling of frozen earth underfoot, blue colors in the sky, and a measured beating heart under the supervision of the harsh polar region mercilessly smothered any anxiety, and every tear froze in the eyes, never rolling down the cheek.
You could no longer see the shore because of the fog, but you could feel that the boat was taking you farther and farther away from it in pursuit of the white whale. You huddled as tightly as you could against the bridge, fidgeting with your orange lifejacket as you were tossed by the waves. Motorboats whizzed by, men's excited exclamations were heard, and you squinted every now and then - you should have stayed home today and not gone along with Jordan. The man standing on the bow was trying to see the escaped whale in the dark waters - white small ice floes in the distance, brazenly impersonating its tail, gave false hope.
You grabbed the side of the boat as it shook again, and looked at Jordan, who wasn't going to turn around at all, just clutching the harpoon tighter in his hand. "Jordan, the storm's coming, we have to go back!" you yelled, trying to shout over the roar of the engine and the wind.
"Quiet!" the man hissed, waving you away. He adjusted his black hat and stepped forward easily, still searching with his eyes for a hunted victim. You realized you were taking someone's place. To be more precise, you were standing where his son should have been standing - that was never an excuse for his gratuitous rudeness, but deep down you understood the man. It's hard to seal emotions inside forever - everyone coped as best they could. He chose to be rude.
Jordan wasn't a bad man - when you'd come to this town and wandered the streets as a homeless girl, he'd been the first to notice you. He'd brought you into his house, fed you, warmed you, and then, when you came to your senses, he'd let you live in his son's house for a nominal rent. Jordan had no sense of tact - he bombarded you with questions, and you had to make up a story about the tyrant father from whom you'd fled. You consoled yourself that it was partly true - you kept thinking of Rei as you told the fictional story.
The faces of those you had left behind flashed before your eyes, most vividly Gojo's face when he found out you had run away again. You couldn't see him, but your mind drew out his painful features, and in a voice that wasn't yours asked why you'd done it. You lost all sleep again, and at night, when the town was asleep and it hurt the most, you'd show up at Jordan's house - you'd always be greeted by a sleepy, disgruntled, unshaven face, but he never sent you away. You drank whiskey, played cards and did it mostly for money - when you realized that the man had a passion for gambling and a complete lack of gambling skills, you had to give in, lest he lose his small fortune and the house. But there's a silver lining - you did win yourself a few months of free accommodation.
Today was your second whale hunt - Jordan unceremoniously showed up at your house, tossed you a lifejacket, and dragged you to the dock. You tried to get through to him, talking about the forecast, but as you approached the shore, you saw people as desperate as he was - hunters crowding in, talking excitedly and getting into boats, and now you were here, in the middle of a restless ocean in a thick white fog.
Everything went smoothly on the first hunt, except for Jordan's perpetual nagging. It was the moment you realized why his son had fled to the big land, to the university - most people wouldn't want to witness a poor animal being harpooned and dragged ashore by its tail while dead blood washed over the blue waves. Even your body organized a protest at that moment, pushing nausea down your throat, but you were only laughed at - whale hunting was a tradition in these lands, a tribute to the past.
You almost flew overboard when an ice floe brought in by a swift wave crashed into your boat. The boats that were circling near you began to turn around - there was a whistling sound in the air, and that's when Jordan came out of his prostration. "Hey!" yelled the man from the other boat. "We have to turn around or we won't find shore!"
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Jordan spat, and turned unwillingly to throw the harpoon, heading for the bridge. "There's a reason they say a woman on a ship brings misfortune," he muttered as he passed you.
"Ya the one who brought me here!" you exclaimed, stepping onto the bridge with him. It wasn't any warmer, but the wind was no longer whipping at your face.
"Missed the white whale," he continued to lament, turning the boat toward the shore. You saw other boats whizzing past you, and they weren't even floating - they were riding the waves. Soon faint glow showed on the horizon - lights in the windows of houses called you home.
The hum of the engine died down, and the angry voices grew louder. When your boat was moored to the shore, Jordan hastily threw off his lifejacket on the deck, and then, adjusting his hat and taking off his gloves, he jumped to the ground. You followed the man, hesitating a moment.
As you stepped ashore, your head snapped up, and you looked around anxiously, feeling the stare, but there was no one you knew, only disgruntled men who were ready to blame anyone and everyone for the disruption of the hunt, even though it was the fault of the coming storm. As they stomped, shaking off the mud and sticky snow, you took a slow step back, trying to get away as fast as you could to avoid the swearing, but Jordan, sensing your cowardice, grabbed you by the shoulder. "Hey," he huffed, patting you on the shoulder. "Get us a beer while we get the boats secured on the ropes. There's got to be some use of you."
"No wonder why your son ran away from ya," you muttered, holding out your hand - you weren't going to pay for them all with your money.
"No wonder why your daddy tyrannized you," he muttered back, but put the money in your palm. "Hurry up. The storm won't wait, and we all have to go home," he said, shoving you toward the store, which wasn't far away, and even its friendly streetlight was hard to see.
The blustery wind made the snow rise and wander clumsily across the road - you tried to look at your feet, but you were surprised to realize you could barely see your shoes. Your eyelashes and eyebrows were frosting, and you threw your fur hood over your head, hugged yourself, trying to keep warm, and quickened your pace. The road seemed longer through the snow flakes than it had in the sunlight, and the light of the store was still far away.
It was getting darker. It seemed to you that behind the creak of your footsteps you heard another one - constantly frantically turning around, you couldn't see anyone in the northern darkness, and the storm, impudent, disturbed and raised the snow, drawing white silhouettes. Out of breath, you ran - climbing the stairs and bursting into the store to the tinkling of door bells, you met the surprised stare of the seller, who had been half asleep only a second ago. "Howdy," you smiled, waving your hand, and the salesman nodded confusedly.
No one came in even after five minutes of wandering between the counters. With a sigh of relief, you stopped at the liquor shelf. You should have hurried to avoid the righteous wrath of a bone-chilling Jordan, but once you were alone again, you were at the mercy of the memories that immobilized you. You'd never tell Jordan that he was the reason you hadn't fallen into inhuman despair, that his every shout and rude remark had kept you moving and thinking less about what had happened.
It's true that you couldn't bring back the dead, but you left the living behind too. You didn't talk to Dany, you didn't see Megumi, you didn't ask Issu how he was feeling or if his brother was okay, you just ran away. Your gaze mindlessly wandered over labels you couldn't read - you'd already forgotten exactly what you'd been sent here for. No matter how much you thought it was for their safety, you couldn't justify yourself - there was always a selfish purpose behind the noble one. Your possible death sounded like a quick song - until then you wanted to live like a normal person, shielding yourself from loss and sorrow. A dull life filled with peace on a far corner of the Earth - an unattainable treasure you couldn't steal, and even holding it in your hands, you knew that eventually it would be taken away by force.
In the north, the creature was silent, though hungry - you wrinkled your nose at the thought of having to go out sooner or later. There was a hospital in this town, but it was so small that there was no storage for a blood bank, which meant you'd have to get sustenance elsewhere. Gritting your teeth, you grabbed the first bottle you could find and went to the checkout counter. "Here," you said, showing the beer to the seller. "Need a six-pack. Got one?"
The salesman nodded and disappeared behind the warehouse door. You spotted a white cat with a bobbing head near the cash register, leaned your elbows on the counter, and jabbed your finger at it; it nodded merrily, hypnotizing you. You must be out of your mind to see Gojo in that cat. You shook your head and straightened up, as a salesman came out of the warehouse and placed a beer in front of you.Â
The store said goodbye to you with a clink of bells, and the storm greeted you with a gust of wind and snow in your face, tearing off your fur hood. With an annoyed sigh, you pulled the hood back on. As you looked ahead, stepping onto the stairs, you froze - the northern nature had brought with it a guest that looked so much like it. You refused to recognize the white, disheveled hair in the snowy patterns, but there was nowhere to hide from the piercing blue eyes that looked at you with longing and hope.Â
His voice didn't speak to you at night, nor did he appear in your dreams, nor did he beg you to return in any of your thoughts. You ran away cowardly, looking for a better life for Gojo - unless you were there, there was a monster who always cried out with terrible hunger. You dared not think of the sorcerer, for every bitter impulse to dream of his embrace was overshadowed, chased away by the memories of what he had endured while holding your hand. And as you saw him in front of you, you were trapped by the repressed emotions rushing out - you hadn't realized how much you'd missed him.
You underestimated Gojo. You couldn't believe that he would follow you, and all his students' words about him being the strongest had fallen apart - how could such a man look so miserable when he had won? You wanted to fall at his feet, to beg for forgiveness, but you kept silent, not moving - if you hadn't been born like that, you could have stayed with him, fearing nothing, but in this life your happiness had a countdown that was coming to an end. If it wasn't a demon that was going to kill you, your madness will do it then.Â
The bag of alcohol fell out of your hands and rolled down the stairs and landed tiredly at Gojo's feet, and you took a step back in disbelief, shaking your head frantically, and jumped over the railing and rushed away. Â
For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, even if death do you part - Gojo never made vows to you, but he was ready to fulfill them, but you didn't realize it even when he came to the far north for you. He felt your fears as his own - in every word you said, every clumsy decision you made, you wanted to keep him safe, to protect him, to spare him pain, but there was no pain greater than being alone, without you at his side.
The sorcerer was chasing you, barely able to make out your silhouette in the blizzard, barely able to see what was right in front of him. There was only one outcome to the chase - once he found you, he wasn't going to let you go, and you couldn't get away from him by hiding in the snow. Gojo ran so fast that even his anger couldn't catch up with him - it was left behind, left to the cold wind. In his imagination your reunion looked different - amidst the apologies and promises he could hear the ringing laughter, but the dreams were shattered by the blizzard and he continued to pursue you relentlessly. You were as small in comparison to him as you were nimble - the faster he chased you, the more the cold burned his lungs.Â
Gojo caught up with you at the corner - you were trying to escape by ducking into a small alley between the houses. He didn't realize it, so he grabbed the first thing he could reach. Miscalculating his strength, he yanked at your hood, and you fell awkwardly into the snow. "Where are you going?" he whined, trying to get you to answer where you were going and why you were running away, but you crawled helplessly away from him, disturbing the soft snow beneath you. You could barely make out Gojo's voice through the whistling of the storm. "I asked where are you going?" he echoed painfully, and you, with your back against the pile of the house, could run no farther. He collapsed exhaustedly in front of you and raked you into his arms, despite the fact that you tried with all your might to shove him away. "No," he shook his head stubbornly, sobbing and hiding his face in your hood, his ragged breath turned into wet droplets on your neck. "I'll never let you go," the sorcerer gibbered in a broken whisper, pressing his lips to your cheek - his strong hands were freezing, but his fragile soul was burning. Your body went limp, and you lost all ability to resist. "Never, did you hear me?" you nodded weakly, pressing your nose against his wet cheek.Â
You led Gojo by the hand into your house, and he followed obediently. When you got to the front door, you were embarrassed for a moment for you couldn't remember the last time you'd cleaned the porch - all around the house was covered with snowdrifts, and there was only the thin path you'd made before. As you came up the stairs, you fumbled in your pocket for your keys - you pulled them out and with trembling hands got them into the keyhole. You were afraid to look back at Gojo, so you glanced over your shoulder, smiling awkwardly before you saw him.Â
You frowned wistfully, opening the door and inviting him in. It was cold and almost deserted, there was no entertainment, and after a week the familiar faces were starting to get annoying. You, taking off your jacket, threw it on a shabby, old chair at the entrance. The sorcerer, looking around and not noticing the hooks, looked confused and repeated after you. "Ya cold?" you quietly interrupted the silence. He didn't answer out loud, but slowly shook his head. "I'll... um, I'll make something for us to eat then, and you... look around for a while," you mumbled haltingly, realizing that there wasn't much to look around - the little house up north wasn't a mansion. Â
You went into the kitchen, and Gojo remained standing in the living room. He shuffled from foot to foot, staring at the couch and the TV in front of him, unable to distinguish lie from truth and truth from dream. How many nights did you spend here while he was desperately searching for you? The sorcerer took a step forward and opened the left door where your clothes hung - behind it was a cramped bedroom. Glancing at the bed, he immediately realized that you hadn't slept on it once. He walked over to it, and after a moment's hesitation, sat down - the old, laundered sheets were too cold under his hands. Still not believing what was happening, he sighed convulsively, wiping his burning face with his hands. All this time he had dreamed of being as close to you as possible, but when he found you, the sorcerer couldn't stand to be near you - he thought you were about to turn him away. You had settled here, most likely living a quiet, peaceful life, and Gojo was a bitter reminder of what had happened. In his pursuit of you, he was thinking of himself, as he always did. Â
Gojo flinched when you knocked on the jamb of the open door. "I just wanted to warn ya that dinner won't be hearty," you scratched the back of your head and lowered your gaze to the floor. "I wasn't expecting guests, and I didn't buy any groceries, so I hope... you'll be fine with pasta and marinara," he looked at you like you were a ghost, and your soul turned inside out at his silence. "It's almost ready," you said in a half whisper.
With a nod, the sorcerer stood up and walked past you - you leaned back weakly against the doorjamb, watching him walk away without a word. Â
Gojo pulled plates from the shelf - some of them had broken, chipped edges, and he had to choose carefully. He set the dishes on the table and sat down without even inviting you in. Your zeal was fading by the second - you couldn't get him to talk. The only thing you could hear in the silence was the clinking of forks against plates. "Ya know," your voice cracked with excitement, and his heart skipped a beat, but you didn't hear it. "When we were messing around, Frank sometimes set the table, and we ate in absolute silence," you said, messing with pasta around your plate with your fork. "So say something already," you pleaded.
"Messing around? Is that what you call it?" snapped Gojo, throwing his fork at his plate - you shut your eyes involuntarily at the sound. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, startled by your reaction - the last thing he wanted right now was for you to run away again. "I don't... No, I understand why you ran away," he hissed, holding back his emotions leaning against the table, hid his face in his hands. "You think you're dangerous. I just don't understand how you could leave... everything like that," between everything, endless and boundless, the word 'me' modestly slipped in, which he didn't dare to utter. "You really never once felt like calling me?" whimpered Gojo. "Or message. Did you even think of me?"Â Â
Fear clenched its clinging hands around your neck - you had a hard time talking about everything you felt. Gojo was beautiful in every way, except that he sometimes forgot it. You tugged at the damp sleeves of your sweater, naively hoping he'd forget his question or pretend he hadn't asked it, but your silence only pressed harder on him.
You both jumped as you heard a loud pop - the lights in the house went out instantly. Gojo moved closer to you, peering into the darkness of the hallway, and you realized what was wrong. You walked over to the window, covering the glass with your hands and peering through the storm, and noticed that there were no lights on in the neighboring windows either, though it wasn't too late for sleep. "I think the power plant's having trouble again... It happens a lot around here," you muttered apologetically. Â
Your breath caught when Gojo came up behind you and put his arm around your waist - not so much from surprise as from the fact that all his clothes were damp and cold. "Oh my God!" you exclaimed, turning around. You cupped his icy cheeks, but it was as if he was bewitched and didn't feel the cold. The sorcerer, feeling you again, covered his eyes and gently rubbed his cheek against your palm, kissing it. "Get in the shower!" you worried. "I'm not gonna sit by your bedside for a week while ya sick with a fever!"
"I don't think so," he grinned playfully, covering your palm with his.
You pinched his side hard, shocked at the insolence of it - at his outraged yelp you broke free, and, panting with anger, you went into the bedroom and stopped by the dresser in front of the bed - a little rummaging through the drawers and you found candles. The locals were always prepared for such conditions. "Here," you muttered grudgingly, tossing the sorcerer a couple candles. "Go take a shower, I'll set up the rest."Â
Gojo took a moment to kiss you on the forehead and quickly disappeared behind the bathroom door, taking all your irritation and anger with him. You dazedly put your hand to your forehead - not only the place of the kiss was burning, but also your whole face.
You walked around the house with the sound of running water in the bathroom, setting up candles and lighting them as the flames dimly illuminated the rooms. When the last candle was lit and there was nothing left in your hands, you didn't know what to do with yourself. You had left Gojo unanswered to the question that troubled and worried him - he was chasing you, looking for you, and you couldn't even get a word out of yourself. Disappointed in yourself, you walked over to the bed and got down on it, arms out to the sides - even though you were a coward, you were embarrassed to thank the universe that Gojo was braver than you thought he was. Thoughts that he wasn't supposed to be near you drifted away with the muffled sound of water, and your heart stopped for a moment when it did. When you heard the lock click, you jumped up and sat up - you swallowed involuntarily as he came out of the bathroom. Wearing only a towel that hugged his hips. "Wha...," you began, stammering. "Get dressed!"Â Â
"Into what?" parried Gojo, raising an eyebrow. "Your robe fit me right here," he pointed to his waist level, and your cheeks flared. "Or do you want me to put on those wet clothes again and get sick after all?" he asked, pursing his lip pitifully.
"My turn!" you exclaimed, flying past him and closing the bathroom door with a loud slam. Gojo laughed softly but heartily - you hadn't realized how much courage it took for him to show himself in that state to you like that, or the embarrassment behind it.     Â
The sorcerer looked around the room, which was lit by flickering lights, and dropped his gaze awkwardly to the floor, smiling sadly. He should have done it, but you beat him to it again. He looked around the room again with a sober gaze. It was empty, uncomfortable - no framed photos stood there; no clothes strewn about. Even when he looked in the dresser, he frowned, realizing it was empty, as if you were ready to flee this town at any moment.Â
Gojo was still angry, but he could never blame it on you - he blamed fate itself for keeping you away from him, for making you think that you were unworthy, that you were cruel and bloodthirsty and would hurt him sooner or later. Did you remember that you came to him in your unconscious state, silently asking for help and seeking protection? The sorcerer grinned, biting his lip - he didn't know if he'd made it up himself or if he'd read it in the memories of your face, but in the end, lying on that bed without the black orchid running through your veins and without the tourniquets that bound your limbs, you never attacked him.
Gojo looked at himself in the small mirror on the wall above the dresser, embarrassed; he no longer saw the strongest sorcerer. He was still him, but the face that appeared before Gojo was no longer smug and cocky, and the only thing missing was you standing next to him. When he caught a glimpse of you, he decided it was now or never. And never, taking its infinite nature with it, retreated.Â
The sorcerer glanced timidly at the bathroom door as the sound of water behind it subsided. Slowly walking up to it, he knocked. "Mochi?" he asked. "You done?"
"Yes," you replied muffled.
"May I come in?"
"Why?" he almost laughed, hearing the childish disbelief in your voice.
"I need to brush my teeth."
"Well...," you drawled uncertainly, pursing your lips. "Come on in."
When the sorcerer came in, you stood, tucking your white robe as tightly as you could without looking at him, but the awkward and hurried movement of your hands screamed embarrassment. Pretending he wasn't interested, he walked around you and stood in front of the sink - you, chuckling, repeated after him. The only sounds in the bathroom were the water running from the faucet and the rustle of brushes. You weren't used to someone else standing next to you in the bathroom. Gojo was not used to having someone else standing next to him in general.
But you've learned.
You looked at Gojo through the mirror, and you frowned when he looked back at you, but in person - putting the brush in the glass, you snorted and walked out, trying to brazenly leave him alone with his damn towel on his hips, but the sorcerer, throwing his brush right into the sink, followed you. You squeaked quietly as you were picked up in his arms and placed on the dresser - you shook your head fearfully from side to side like you were afraid you were being watched, but really you were afraid to look directly at Gojo, at his face that was inches from yours. "I can't take it anymore," he confessed in a trembling whisper against your cheek - you shuddered invisibly at his hot breath. "I'm giving up," he exhaled soundlessly. "I lo-"
"No!" you shrieked, clamping your hand over his mouth - Gojo whimpered into your palm, his eyes squeezing shut as the unspoken words throbbed painfully in his chest. "Ya can't," you shook your head desperately, tears were welling up in your eyes.Â
"Who are you so afraid of?" he asked morbidly, cupping your cheeks, trying to reassure you. Gojo knew you too well, and the fear you were feeling was not for your life at all. "Judges? I don't give a fuck about them," the sorcerer grinned bitterly. No one would drag him away, no one would take him away from you - he could pick out hundreds of words, but in this vulnerable moment, Gojo could only stroke your hair with trembling fingers.
Your wishes and your peace of mind were the undeniable priority, and so be it - his words went unspoken, but the greed inside Gojo grew more and more fiery. If he couldn't tell you that, then he'll show you. "I know what I want for my birthday present," the sorcerer said quietly but firmly, stroking your thighs. Â
"What?" you asked confusedly, fixing your wet hair with your hands. "But your birthday is in December-"
"I want it now," Gojo resisted hesitantly, but squeezed your hips more stubbornly. "I won't ask for much," he promised, resting his head helplessly on your shoulder - you turned slightly and buried your cheek in his snow-white hair. When he felt that you weren't pushing him away, the sorcerer stirred and rested his forehead against yours. "Take off your mask," he asked. You, frowning, lowered your gaze. "Take it off, please," he pleaded, touching your temple with his lips - you suddenly remembered how he had asked you to take it off long ago - that request had been impertinent, insolent, and now he stood before you, waiting obediently for you to take it off. Gojo had seen you in all your forms, and you thought it would be all right for him to see the last of you. Â
You wrapped your hands around his tentatively and brought them up to your face - you could feel his warm fingers shaking, and you could barely look him in the eye, but you forced yourself to feel what you had forbidden yourself to even think about before. You pressed his fingers lightly against your chin line, and he bit his lip, breathing feverishly, trying to calm his heart - Gojo realized what he had to do. He led his fingers downward, painfully slowly, along your cheekbones, and you, unable to find the courage, closed your eyes and tears ran down your cheeks. "Shh," he whispered softly, cupping your cheeks - you could almost feel how soft his lips were. "There you are," the sorcerer laughed wetly, stroking your cheeks and kissing every inch of your face.Â
Gojo pulled away from you a little - the agony was tearing his patience to shreds. He ran his fingers along your chin, your nose, your lips - how could you keep it from him for so long? Your conscience had to get back at you for the sorcerer, for all the days and years he'd lived without seeing your beautiful face fully.Â
Gojo moved closer and stopped right next to your lips. He breathed raggedly against them, feeling your closeness. How many nights he'd spent with you, how many days he'd been with you - all of them combined wouldn't be enough to describe a second of what he was feeling now. Â
You clutched at his shoulders and froze - you knew what would follow, but you had no idea how the sorcerer would treat you afterward. You had no experience, no loving hands to caress you, no warmth to give you, and you were alone with the fear of the unknown.Â
Gojo felt almost cruel - unasked, without permission, he kissed your lips, pulling you to him by the waist, trying to convey all the tenderness he'd been saving up since almost the first day you met, but his movements were curbed by fever. He couldn't resist anymore, he didn't have the strength to live without you.Â
Closing his eyes as if in pain, Gojo felt uncertain. You were responding to his kiss, albeit clumsily, but whether you were doing it of your own free will or being overwhelmed by his assertiveness, he couldn't answer. His lips, trying to keep up with his feelings, barely moved, and the sorcerer panted. His hands were restless â he stroked your hair, then your soft neck, and those scars that he constantly touched reminded him how you were treated â only then did he feel how hard you were grasping into his chest.
Gojo suddenly pulled away from you and looked at you anxiously, his hands gently cupping your face. Your flaming skin felt icy, your body chilled, and you weren't looking at him - your black, frozen eyes were staring through.Â
Startled, the sorcerer recoiled a little, but he was still clutching at you. "Baby," he whispered, kissing your temple. "I'm sorry. I didn't...," he mewled, biting his lip painfully. He looked at himself in the mirror that was right behind you and saw himself as an animal, no different from the ones who tortured you when you were weak. With barely suppressed anger, he pulled you against him, burying his nose into the top of your head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to be... like this."
Gojo flinched when your fingers touched his stomach - you drew circles on his skin in soft motions. "It's okay," you murmured into his shoulder. "It's just... Can ya slow down... just a little?"
Gojo looked at you worriedly, surprised. "I...," he began, perplexed - he saw no disappointment in you. "Sure," he laughed softly, and shyness chained him - in the rush, in the greedy passionate kiss it couldn't catch up with him, but now, as he kissed you desperately but tenderly, he realized that the dream had come true. You were here with him, real and alive, responding to his kiss, stroking his cheeks, digging your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to you. Gojo could endure anything as long as you were by his side. A thrill ran through him, unsparing his heated soul, and he grasped at you shamelessly, his hands digging into your thighs then and stroking them as if apologizing for his impatience. Â
You involuntarily pressed yourself against Gojo, seeking protection - past humiliations, oppressions and torments had tried to catch up with your tenderness, to make you doubt, to push Gojo away and close in on yourself as you had always done, but this time it was different - in the light of the blazing fire your shadows cast gentle movements. Feeling how you fondled, how you pressed into him, he whimpered softly against your lips and, clutching your head, tipped you over a little and covered you with his body from the whole world, wanting to kill the bitterness of memories on your lips. The rush could have ruined everything, but Gojo, unable to resist, wrapped his arms around your waist, the privacy begged to continue. Shrouded in security, you wrapped your legs around his hips, and cowardice left your shores - you chased it away from your night with him.
You touched his towel â Gojo, frowning, pressed his hips deeper into your thighs and, whimpering, grabbed your hand and placed it back to his shoulder. Perplexed, you tried to pull away from him, but the sorcerer, whining resentfully, tried to press his lips to yours again, to feel your warm, tender tongue against his, but you stubbornly recoiled, forcing him to answer your mute question. "I'm a little shy...," Gojo muttered under his breath, embarrassed, and you laughed quietly. He scooped you up into his arms - you squeaked in surprise and clung to the sorcerer, and now it was his turn to laugh, despite the weakness he didn't show you - his legs shook long before he carried you to the bed.  Â
Gojo sat you down on the edge, and he, exhaling, slowly knelt down on the floor in front of you - you awkwardly tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, hiding from his blue eyes, remembering and realizing where things were going. He didn't tear your clothes, he didn't rush you, he didn't threaten you - he was subdued before you, but love wasn't something you two could subdue. Gojo wetly kissed your neck, gently nibbled at your collarbones, and when he faced reality, he clenched his teeth and pulled back. He could shamefully admit that he'd imagined it more than once, but finding himself here now, with you, he was afraid to go any farther. "What's wrong?" you asked worriedly, taking the sorcerer by the chin and forcing him to look at you.
"I'm afraid of scaring you off," he admitted honestly on an exhale, stroking your knee. "I've only just found you, and already I'm doing everything I can to get you to run away again," Gojo swallowed and looked down, and dishonor choked his neck â he was weak before the urge. "Are you sure you want to do this?"Â
"No," at your answer, his heart dropped and he was ready to swallow his own desire despite its sheer size. "I don't want that. I want you," you admitted shyly. "I...," you laughed, trying to hide the brokenness in your voice. "Yeah, I'm a little scared, but it's okay if it's ya."Â Â
For another long moment, Gojo stared at you devotedly, and then you felt his warm hands on your neck again - pulling you to him, he deepened your fragile kiss with a gentle flick of his tongue. "Can I take it off?" he dared to ask, rubbing the waistband of the robe - crumpled by your passion, it hid almost nothing, but the sorcerer wasn't going to make any more mistakes. You, closing your eyes, nodded. Covering your forehead with light, almost ethereal kisses, he slowly untied the waistband - the fabric of the old robe slid down your shoulders along with his hands. You tried to wrap your arms around yourself, to hide the scars that the sorcerer hasn't seen yet, to shield him from this picture. Gojo wasn't going to push you anymore - instead of objecting, he nuzzled against your cheek. "Hold me," he pleaded, knowing you couldn't refuse him, and you gave in and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders.  Â
The walls of the windowless room no longer pressed against you, you didn't feel the dozens of clammy touches, you only wished the Gojo's hands were touching you more - they not only didn't bring any pain, they took the old one with them. He would never kneel down like that in front of anyone, he would never show obedience to anyone but you - you breathed into each other's mouths as he gently, tentatively cupped your exposed breasts, not daring to go any farther - you wrapped your palms around his and squeezed it a little harder with his hands. "My baby," Gojo moaned against your lips, and you felt unbearably hot - despite your open eyes, you couldn't see anything in front of you, but the blazing spots on your skin told you where he was kissing you. You arched your back, whimpering softly as you felt his wet tongue on your breasts - Gojo stifled your doubts, listening to your every moan, pulling you tighter against him. He licked and sucked your nipples - he was maddened by your flushed, hot skin, the way your touch silently begged him for more, unwilling to let go. It wasn't a desire - that disappeared once it was done, but it wasn't an obsession - not to keep you in a cage, not to pull your leash, but to tear it off and follow you everywhere.
Feeling brave, you pulled Gojo to you, your initiative got him confused, and Gojo whimpered into your mouth as you kissed him, responding eagerly to your urging. With his thumbs he continued to stroke your nipples, wet with his saliva, in circular motions, and you, losing your balance and your mind, caressed against him, rubbing your cheek against his in brief pauses. "I'll never hurt you," he whispered into your neck, and you frowned, trying to hide the confusion - wasn't that a necessary part of the process? But his words, unlike the memories, felt more real - you wanted to hear them more and more.Â
Still sitting in front of you, between your legs, Gojo took hold of your undies and looked at you cautiously - you nodded, biting your lip. He kissed your forehead again and slowly, as if deliberately, began to pull down your underwear. You involuntarily squeezed your legs and looked away, unable to look because of the shame. You sighed in surprise, curling your toes as you felt his lips on your ankles - Gojo was moving higher and higher, kissing your shins and cold knees, and you clenched your teeth and tried to relax, and his promise, dousing you with a soft wave, helped you do it - you closed your eyes and slowly spread your legs apart, making Gojo whimper with anticipation. Â
You could no longer feel the scars on your thighs - his gentle, unhurried bites burned on them. You could hear the crackling of the candles in the room, your ragged breathing and the way Gojo stroked your skin. The kiss on your lower abdomen was timid but unexpected - you twitched, and he lavished your worries with a kiss of calm and adoration as he rubbed his nose against your thigh. You weren't angelic to him, but you came to him from heaven - his most beautiful creature that Gojo had once mistaken for a monster, and he was ready to pay for it for the rest of his life.Â
Gojo wanted to revel in every moment, for he couldn't hold back any longer - you felt his fervent breath between your legs, and you moved in impatience, touching his hair. A shy frenzy swept over him, and he responded to your silent request by slowly running his tongue over your clit - you tried to pull away, unaware of yourself because of the unfamiliar sensations, but Gojo whimpered pathetically and pulled you to him obsessively, drowning, eager to take all your vulnerability he felt on his tongue.Â
Your moans were getting wilder, louder. You tried to muffle them against your hand, biting it painfully - he stubbornly but gently grabbed your palm and put it back in his hair, not letting you take away the melody of your pleasure, the notes he'd been searching for so long. He almost wanted to laugh triumphantly, you had nowhere to run - the sorcerer pressed you closer to his face with his forearms, his palms soothingly stroking your convulsively heaving belly. Gojo kept changing his pace, giving you no time to think, taking all your thoughts from you as he gently, slowly ran his tongue, wet with his saliva and your juices, over your clit, then sucked it greedily, and the sorcerer was dizzy from the closeness - he could only moan helplessly into your pussy as you clutched desperately at his shoulders. Â
Your legs began to burn, not from the pain, but from his touch - never a fraction of the pleasure you'd felt before, and your eyes widened in fear and your legs trembled as you grabbed the sheets and tried to pull away from the sorcerer again. "Don't you dare," Gojo whimpered between kisses and flicks. The towel, tired of hugging his hips, slowly slid off, falling to the floor. His hard cock throbbed painfully and he felt like his lower abdomen was about to burst, but Gojo didn't dare touch himself - he knew that if he did, it would be over before it had even begun. But he wasn't chasing his orgasm - his pleasure without yours meant nothing to him, though passion had curbed the sorcerer, but it wasn't lust that drove him, and in all his ardent, timid, jagged and sometimes clumsy movements, he tried to convey to you, the blind one, what you meant to him. He wouldn't run away in the morning, he wouldn't avert his eyes after - he would give you pleasure at night, making you laugh and protecting you during the day. "I don't- I think- I-" you stammered, almost out of breath and squirming, and he pressed your trembling legs harder against his face.Â
"Do it for me," Gojo moaned with you, and you stiffened, arching your back - the orgasm drowned out all cries of consciousness that you were supposed to be in pain, and you collapsed onto the bed, freed by loving hands. You panted in affectionate but insistent oblivion, still stroking Gojo's hair as he kissed your wet, glistening thighs. With a satisfied, self-conscious smile, he climbed higher, deliberately loudly and quickly smacking your belly - you giggled stupidly, hiding your face in your hand. "Nom," Gojo bit your cheek softly, and you laughed, though both of you had tears in your eyes. "How are you feeling?" the sorcerer asked, gazing at you intently and stroking your hair - you snuggled into him, kissing his neck.  Â
"I didn't even know it could be like this," you admitted with an embarrassed laugh, but contrary to that, you didn't hear Gojo laughing - you looked at him worriedly and saw an anxious, wistful look. Your careless compliment reminded him of your agony. "Hey...," you began, but he playfully grabbed you, flopped you onto the pillows and plopped down beside you. "We...," you began perplexed, overcoming the awkwardness. "Um... We're not... gonna... continue?" you asked almost resentfully. Gojo had opened a new world to you, but you didn't realize that he had led you by the hand into his own where you were the only one who belonged.Â
Gojo raised himself on his elbow and leaned over you, rubbing his nose against yours and lightly touching your lips with his, stroking your belly. "Baby," he whispered, holding on to his vow - he promised to keep you safe. "Is that really what you want?" he couldn't restrain himself - he sought reassurance from you by any means necessary. You frowned and nodded stubbornly, making him chuckle sheepishly. "Then listen to me carefully," Gojo ordered sternly, squeezing your stomach slightly. "If you get scared, hurt, or you just don't feel like it, you have to tell me, okay? At any moment," you absent-mindedly bit your lip and wrinkled your nose, but he took your chin with his fingers and ordered you to answer with one look. "Promise me."
"I promise," you exhaled penitently, mesmerized by the restless blue eyes.
Gojo, already missed your kisses, covered your lips with his again - he nibbled gently, searching for any spot that brought you pleasure, that made you moan into his mouth, driving him crazy. Hovering over you, covering you from the world with his body, he kissed you briefly on the forehead and tilted his head slightly to look down - he almost burned his throat with his own breath when he saw your spread legs. With light touches of his fingers he stroked your lover abdomen, preparing you, but as he looked into your eyes, the sorcerer saw no fear or apprehension in them, only the infinite trust that you entrusted to him. "I'm gonna try to put one finger in, okay?"Â
"Okay," you sounded flustered, but pressed yourself harder against him, kissing his shoulder. After stroking your wet clit and getting an impatient moan from you, Gojo began to slowly put a finger into you - you shut your eyes and he stopped, seeing your jaw tense. "It's okay," you assured him, and Gojo, hesitating, continued - you were so warm inside, so tight and wet, that he, bashfully hiding his red face in your neck, began to pant.
He increased his pace, gently stroking the soft walls, trying to find the point, and he nearly came when he heard your feverish whimpering. "Right there?" he asked excitedly, catching your moans with his lips. "Am I making you feel good?"
"Yes," you panted, grabbing his forearm, not to stop him, but to warn him not to stop. Hearing the long-awaited affirmation that flew from your lips, Gojo couldn't resist - he sank into your lips frantically, tasting your pleasure, and it was the sweetest he'd ever tasted in his life. Gojo pressed relentlessly against the spot, making you squirm, shaking you free of the last shackles of protection you'd built up over the years - your eyes darkening again with recklessness.
When you felt a second finger, you immediately grabbed his wrist, stopping him. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked anxiously, almost panickedly, examining you from head to toe. "Does it hurt?"Â
"No, no, not at all," you shook your head nervously, and lifted up and began kissing his neck - Gojo gave in without a fight or objection, his head tilted back and his mouth open in pleasure. "I wanna feel ya inside me," you whispered in his ear, taking away what little sanity and self-control he had left. Whimpering painfully, he bit your lip and began to caress your tongue with his - you squeaked as he lifted you up sharply and pulled you against him. Something rustled beneath your ear, but you didn't dare open your eyes as he laid you back on the bed, and you felt something soft under your lower back - groping the pillow beneath it, you eyed him suspiciously.Â
"Why?" laughed Gojo, kissing your face. "We're not young anymore, I need to watch your back. In every sense," he chuckled, tickling your sides - you squirmed, trying not to laugh, and you both exhaled. "Are you ready?" he asked suddenly, laying on top of you, and you felt his hot, hard cock pressed against your thigh. Â
"Ready," you smiled, kissing his chin. Gojo put his hand under your head and cupped the back of it, rubbing the tip of his cock against your swollen clit - you let out a ragged breath as he began to enter you slowly. You closed your eyes shut, feeling the stinging sensation that was ready to burn you from the inside out - you realized your mistake as soon as Gojo stopped. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his worried blue eyes with tears in them, and you shook your head frantically, pulling him closer to you, begging him not to stop - he'd promised you wouldn't get hurt, and you believed him.Â
"Shh," Gojo whispered into your forehead, and he was ready to curse all the nonexistent gods for not bestowing him with the ability to take away other person's pain. "It's okay, baby," he soothed you as you sobbed into his shoulder. "Look at me," he pleaded, stroking your hair - you obediently pulled away. "It's okay. It's me. It's just me. It's your Toru, see?" under the vast blue skies that lurked in his eyes, your pain melted and stewed. You cried out quietly as he put his cock all the way in, sinking your teeth into his shoulder. "Let's stay like this for now," the sorcerer said, giving you time to adjust, stretching you from the inside. He listened to your every breath - at first your breathing was intermittent, wet, but the more he stroked your hips, the more frantically he covered your face and neck with soft kisses, the calmer it became.
"Ya can start moving," Gojo didn't hear the order in your voice, but your wish was his command. He began to penetrate into you slowly, watching you, protecting your pleasure. Your grip on his shoulders grew stronger and you whined and nestled against him, but you didn't even have the strength to kiss him - you moaned against each other's lips, and you leaned back on the pillows, lost, but he didn't want to let you go - he covered you with himself, kissing you uncontrollably, though you could barely respond. Your hips were touching, and he thrust into you gently, but deeply, so that you could feel everything he felt - the arousal was on the surface, and he wanted to reach your depths with his own.Â
"Toru," you whimpered, afraid of the nature of these feelings, afraid that you were experiencing lust instead of pain, and that it could be taken from you.
You clung to his back, to his show-white disheveled hair, and Gojo grabbed at you, pulling you by his waist, stroked your head, squeezed your breasts gently, pulling away from your lips only to press his lips brazenly into your neck and collarbones. "More," he moaned pathetically. "Say my name more," and you obeyed without orders, repeating his name like a mantra while Gojo went mad - the candles crackled mysteriously, protecting you, and the unfamiliar town, flinging blue smoke, painted your tenderness on the walls with a storm.
Unspeakable words lurked in your intertwined bodies, filled with each other - his life didn't depend on that embrace, but Gojo felt he would die if he let you go, and he clung with all his might to your vulnerability. His name on your lips was like the confession you were so afraid to utter, afraid for his life - the sorcerer was almost incoherent, oblivious to the world he lived in, for you were all that existed to him. Â
Gojo sucked in air through his teeth as you began to clench around him - he whined and reluctantly stopped, realizing he was on the edge. You, in exhaustion, didn't even realize it before he started stroking your clit with his thumb in feverish, gentle circles - you trembled, and he sobbed as he saw the dark lines begin to form all over your body. "Do you really feel that much for me?" whispered Gojo in your ear, whimpering.Â
"Yes," you replied tearfully to his question that had tormented his soul for several years - and if the sorcerer had once been convinced that he would spend his life here beside you, cherishing you, now he knew that he would follow you to your lands as well when your time came. "I feel it, Toru, I feel it," you cried, letting go of your essence, and it no longer dared to hurt you in his loving arms. Â
"My love," your neck was wet with his tears. "You're so beautiful," Gojo whispered, kissing feverishly the patterns the other world had drawn on you. He called your name with desperate, intermittent moans, feeling how close you were - the sorcerer began to penetrate you again, his thrust grew faster and messier, and as you pressed your legs around his hips, unwilling to let him go, he began to shake with you. "Cum with me," he whimpered. "Cum with me, please," Gojo begged, trying to catch your lips with his - he pulled you against him with such force that your ribs nearly crunched, and you both stiffened in the mute scream that froze between you. You danced sensuously with Gojo on the thin edge and fell over the it with him - he pulled you with him on purpose, to a place where no one would ever find you. His whole body shuddered, and he couldn't hold back his tears - Gojo sobbed shamelessly, silently against your neck, confessing his vulnerability while the storm outside the window sang northern songs to you both. Â
Returning from the heaven first, you stroked Gojo's trembling back, guarding his defencelessness as he left wet sloppy kisses on your neck. Your bodies were so close that you mistook the frantic pounding of the sorcerer's heartbeat for your own - it spread across your skin in desperate beats, making you snuggle against Gojo harder and feel more. "When did ya become a crybaby?" you asked softly, kissing his temple.Â
"I don't know," he exhaled convulsively, sniffing his nose. Gojo lifted himself up, brushing his nose against the tip of yours. "It's just that you're so beautiful," he said, covering your lips with gentle kisses. Â
"Mm-mm," you drawled playfully, giggling. "You said that a few minutes ago, when-" you shrieked as he started tickling you - an attempt to hide embarrassment lurked behind the sweet, little revenge. Returning to you, a wave of realization came over the sorcerer. He finally did it. You finally did it. You allowed him to get as close as you'd never allowed anyone else - thinking about it, he sniffed his nose again and burrowed into your neck. "I don't wanna ruin the moment, but can ya...," you started, and Gojo instantly lifted his head, blushing shyly - you were still involuntarily clenched around him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he apologized frantically, slowly pulled his cock out - you cringed a little, for the sensitivity reminded you of itself with an unpleasant burning. "Sorry," he repeated more quietly, kissing your forehead. "How are you?" he asked suddenly restless, nuzzling your cheek. "Everything okay? Doesn't hurt anywhere?"
Your quiet, sincere laughter awakened your shared happiness. "I feel wonderful."
"Really?" Gojo chirped softly but happily, kissing your face shamelessly and laughing with you. "Then lie here for a second," the sorcerer said, standing up - you glanced at him, but when you saw his naked ass, you looked away at the shabby wallpaper with interest. You frowned, sitting up and cradling your knees against your chest as you heard him fidgeting about, digging and rattling dishes in the kitchen, turning on the water in the bathroom, and in the intervals of silence you heard him humming to himself. "Here I am!" he exclaimed, coming back. "Miss me already?" Gojo cooed, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you. As he handed you glasses of water, you realized how thirsty you were.
"Ya brought... water?" you asked perplexed, dumbfounded.Â
"And a towel and clean panties," he announced cheekily, twirling your underwear on his finger. You looked away in confusion, sipping from your glass, but he moved closer to you and kissed the tip of your nose. "I just wanna take care of you," Gojo whispered, dispelling your doubts - even though no one had ever done this for you before, he was glad to be the first. "Here you go," he boasted proudly as you finished your water and set the glass aside. "Now...," he mumbled embarrassedly, rubbing the back of his head. "Can you spread your legs?"Â
You widened your eyes in surprise, feeling your cheeks burn - it didn't feel so sharp in the embrace of arousal. But you trusted Gojo, and with shame, but without question, you slowly spread your legs apart, hiding your face in your hands. He didn't laugh at you, didn't mock you, but slowly and gently wiped your wet thighs with a damp, warm towel. You hissed involuntarily as he tried to wipe your pussy clean of your shared mess - your clit was still too sensitive. "I know, baby. Just be patient for a little while," he whispered, encouraging you. When he finished cleaning you, Gojo put your underwear on you as carefully as he had taken it off you.  Â
Wrapping his arms around your waist, he plopped you down on the bed, unceremoniously lay on top of you, and hid you under the covers. "That was... an interesting experience," you chuckled nervously, still in shock.
"Get used to it," Gojo murmured contentedly, making himself comfortable and resting his head on your bare chest, but despite his sleepy state, he remained awake. He was drawn to the spot between your collarbones, kissing it with excessive care, stroking it with his fingers, glancing furtively at you and pressing his lips together in resentment that you didn't understand his hints.
"Do ya want to see it?" you pity him, laughing when the sorcerer gave an overly dramatic sigh.
"I do!" replied Gojo quickly, almost desperately, cocking his head and looking at you expectantly.Â
The patterns that adorned your skin came to life - they crawled smoothly across your collarbones, reaching for each other, trying to join. When they came together right in the middle, Gojo gave a quiet, amazed gasp, revealing a small, black spot right between your collarbones. "Ya can kill me right now," you whispered, closing your eyes. "I won't be happier."Â
Despite your words, you weren't expecting a blade between your collarbones, but the kiss on your heart was far more deadly - it killed your doubts forever. "You will," Gojo objected stubbornly, rubbing the tip of his nose gently against the black spot. "And even then, I won't let anyone touch you."
It was caressing Gojo, rising to meet him with its little black tongues. Gojo pulled back a little, and slowly brought his finger to it, stroking it gently, as if the slightest touch could hurt you, but you breathed measuredly, calmly, lulled by the protection. The patterns wrapped around his skin, begging to stay, and the sorcerer could almost hear their desperate cry when he pulled his finger too far away - to where they could no longer reach him. "Mochi...," he began uncertainly, glaring spellbound as he connected with you. "Back then, at the first meeting, you said I killed him first. How did you know?"Â
"Because I saw it," you answered half honestly. You saw him frown his eyebrows. "Your director and Nathaniel kinda happened to be acquaintances, and Yaga asked for a little backup... Nathaniel told us, so we agreed. For money, of course," you clarified, chuckling awkwardly. "Besides, the director seemed like a man who could keep a secret. So he didn't tell anyone about us, after all."
"What an old geezer-"
You, laughing, pinched Gojo's shoulder softly. "But we didn't even do anything then - you were doing pretty well on your own. We just watched the show. But a deal's a deal, and as soon as it was over, I went back to Tokyo College for the money, and I ran into... you."
"So it was you...," he exhaled, seeing the light and finding himself back in the day where he had stood staring into the darkness after killing his best friend, searching for the enemy.
"Yeah," you said faintly. "It was me."Â
Gojo couldn't have predicted and laid out the cards of fate - neither of you knew what would have happened if you had shown up then, or if he had been the least bit more considerate. Maybe you would have become sworn enemies, or maybe you'd just lost a whole year - he didn't lament the lost time. All that mattered to him now was that you were together, in a small northern town, lying on a bed, drowning in each other. You were more vulnerable than ever in front of Gojo - as soon as he looked at the black spot, he covered it with his palm, and the black patterns, seeking the same caress, crawled between his fingers, wrapped around his hand. Let those who in bitter resentment or in sticky fear once called you heartless burn with wild fire - henceforth, protecting and defending, caring and cherishing, he will forever carry your heart in his.
[December 24, 2017, 08:34pm; Tokyo, Tokyo Prefecture, Tokyo College]
You strolled leisurely along the towering stone fence, the long wall of one of Tokyo College's temples stretched out on the other side - you stayed as close to it as you could, trying to get away from the purple clouds that littered the evening blue sky under the overhanging roof. You looked around absent-mindedly, trying to find a clue that would lead you to Principal Yaga's office - you'd only been there once, and now you couldn't find your way out of the maze. Driven not by a noble goal, but by money, you continued to walk slowly but stubbornly, searching.
The dry, thin branches of the trees that had been lurking behind the stone fence began to peek out - you cringed as they imprinted themselves as shadows of bony hands on the college wall, trying to reach you. The wind made them rustle - when an unintelligible and mysterious whisper crept up the back of your neck, you thought about insisting on full payment in advance.
Tired after an exhausting day, you found solace in the usual child's play - you spotted a pebble in the road and started kicking it forward. When you could see a turn on the horizon, you left your mute companion and accelerated your steps.
"...trust?" you stopped just before the turn, hearing unfamiliar voices. You should have asked for help, for directions, but your policy was simple: don't show your face to anyone. As it turned out, you were already known to those who shouldn't know, and even though Nathaniel vouched for Principal Yaga as an old acquaintance, the other strangers from the jujutsu world weren't to be trusted.
You looked back - you'd already come a long way, exploring the area, and you had no desire to turn back. You leaned your shoulder against the wall, crossing your arms lazily over your chest, and waited for the strangers to talk.
"...your doing, too?" the second man's voice sounded less surprised than indignant. You could barely make out what they were talking about, but your innate curiosity played its part, and you involuntarily began to listen to the quiet conversation.Â
"It was," the first one laughed muffledly in response. You, sensing the tension, frowned - never after the raids had you had similar conversations, much less a similar atmosphere.
The more they spoke, the more you had to strain your hearing - the words grew more serious, colder and quieter. "...any last words?" you stared open-mouthed at the stone wall. Your heart was pounding as if this question was addressed to you. If you took a step forward, you could see the strangers, could catch a glimpse of the end of their story, but you were afraid to even take a breath.
"...I hate those monkeys," you squeezed your eyes shut as hard as you could, for the hoarse voice was fading before it reached you, but no matter how many words flew past you, you still couldn't think of them through the prism of sworn enemies. There was no swearing, no breaking of bones, no collapsing of surroundings, all of which reminded you of your quarrels with your sister. "...a heartfelt smile while living in this world."
"Suguru," you stunned when you heard the name - the first time it had come out of Director Yagi's mouth as he was filling you in. Dead silence wrapped around the dry branches, and they stopped rustling. There was only a brief whisper that you couldn't distinguish.
Hot blood rang in your ears, and you missed the last words. The wind picked up the fallen leaves, and they flew away, thudding against the stone walls. There was a sharp, sloppy sound, and that conversation was silenced forever. The man didn't torture his interlocutor, didn't mock him, only gave him a quick and, most likely, painless death as if it weren't a punishment, but a deliverance.
As an unwilling witness, you shifted your fingers awkwardly over your intertwined hands like you were on the field of vigilante justice - the revelations had never been meant for you, but you couldn't just cut them out of your memory. Biting your lip awkwardly, you stepped forward.
They sat across from each other, their backs against the wall - two mutilated men. One of them was limp, covered in blood, his dead face was hidden behind stained black hair and he seemed to have no arm, while the other, hiding his face in his palm, shuddered. Your heart was pierced with sympathy - even the kindest man wouldn't so grieve for an enemy. You were immediately ashamed of your behavior - the other man's sorrow made you retreat a step, and you were dazed when a dry branch crunched beneath you. There was no time to think.
"Shading."
The man was instantly in the place where the sound came from, right in front of you. And you caught your breath. Lies and pretense aside, you admitted it to yourself at once: he was beautiful. You stood mesmerized and breathless, watching him - his blue eyes, still full of sadness, scrutinized the walls of his home, and in the light of the sunset his feelings flashed in wet streaks on his pale cheeks. Everything but him blurred before your eyes - you lowered your hands and watched helplessly as he squatted down and took a broken branch and twirled it between his fingers. Frightened, you took a step back as carefully as you could, but you were still afraid to move, but it wasn't the exposure that you were afraid of. You were suddenly afraid that you would never see him again.
When he pulled himself up and stared at the road that had brought you there, you reached out involuntarily, imagining you were standing right in front of him. Your gaze focused on the way you were fixing the unruly white strands that fell over his eyes, but you frowned disappointedly, almost resentfully, sensing the distance between you. But even if you were destined to stay in different worlds, you couldn't deny yourself the small inner request to look at him one last time.
"Relocate."
***
Standing on the middle tier of the sloping roof with pointed edges, you didn't notice the devastation around you. You didn't see the broken concrete walls and cracks on them, irrevocably destroyed temples, the trees piled on top of each other and the splinters that scattered all over the Tokyo College grounds. You gazed desperately into the pink clouds, but all you could see behind them were twinkling stars, and for the first time you were disgusted by the sight of them. You turned your gaze again to the people below, far away from you, and they were all looking upward as one, their faces shining with hope and something elusive to you. You clenched and unclenched your fists with injustice, seeing how they were all mesmerized by the sight that was invisible to you.
You'd never wanted to be near a stranger, much less one who didn't know you existed, but here you were, trying to see what made the white-haired man smile so brightly, and you couldn't help but be angry with bewilderment as his body still shuddered in pain before your eyes. "Adoptee," Rachel called to you, climbing onto the roof, panting. "Did ya get the money?"
You didn't respond. You didn't care about the reward anymore, it had lost its value. The only thing that mattered to you now was the emotion this man could evoke. "Adoptee," Rachel muttered discontentedly, and walked over and shook you by the shoulder. "Uh-oh," she drawled warily, glancing at your profile - your eyes were completely black. "Come on, let's get out of here before you scare everyone away."
"Rach," you asked with hope in your voice, looking up again. "Do ya see anything?"
"The only thing I'd like to see right now is money," she snorted indignantly, tugging at your collar. "But apparently not today."
While your sister persisted in trying to get you out of there, you wanted to be in his world and see everything through his eyes. You felt like you'd been looking at the man forever, but even that wasn't enough - you needed the revelation that lay in his smile. You were unworthy to let the mystery open its veil and let you in, but you wanted to feel what he felt, and you didn't even realize how close you were to it, for the new emotions were so hot and fervent that they burned your gut for a moment, but even they couldn't answer your question - what was it that made him so happy that was hidden from your eyes?
That invisible blinding light made you want to cry, and you shifted your sparkling gaze from the sky to him one last time.
The answer was simple. The answer was one.
It clicked inside. And if you had been human, if you had held back that impulse, that feeling would have been yours forever, but by sharing a body with a creature that had no place in this small world, you'd exposed your one desire and let others feel it, trapping yourself.
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Hi idk if u have already written this if u have pls igonore but what about the first time bombshell reader calls Spencer beautiful?
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âGideon has a new prodigy.âÂ
Your head rises of its own accord. âYeah?âÂ
âHe's younger than you. Twenty three, I think Hotch said. Fresh out of college, two degrees and working on a third? Or maybe he was getting his doctorate? I couldn't keep up.â Morgan shakes his head in disapproval. âOvereducated and under-experienced. He failed his physicals. The ones he took, anyways.âÂ
âOoh, ouch. A baby on the team before me,â you joke with a smile. âGenius baby, but a baby.âÂ
Morgan smiles when you smile, he's too nice not to, but he picks up soon enough, crossing his arms where he's stood and wrinkling what was once a finely steamed suit jacket. âI don't know what Gideon's thinking.âÂ
âDoes anyone ever know what he's thinking? What's Hotch say about it all?âÂ
Morgan reads what you're typing from over your shoulder and corrects a mistake. One day you won't need his help, but for now you take as much of it as you can get. You're not too proud to acknowledge when you mess up, you're a realist. Super sensible (in mind if not action).Â
âHotch lets Gideon do what he wants, mostly. What can you do when he's one of the originals?â Morgan leans heavily onto his desk by the forearms and shrugs. Youâre similar in this regard; complain, move on. You're similar in other ways, too. That's why you get along.Â
âWell, I want to meet this guy,â you say. âWe'll be teammates just as soon as Strauss stops hating me. I'm one strategic boxed bouquet from a full pardon.â He laughs and touches your arm like he believes you. âIs he around?âÂ
âHere they are now.âÂ
You spin in Morgan's desk chair slowly. Jason Gideon is stalking through the office with his head in the contents of a manilla envelope, while a new face follows behind him talking a mile a minute.Â
âObviously,â you hear Gideon interrupt as they get close enough. âAgent Morgan can explain that to you. Don't overthink it, Spencer, just try to get through it.âÂ
He doesn't acknowledge you nor Morgan as he leaves Spencer and hurries up the steps leading to his and Hotch's offices. You aren't expecting much else from him. What little Gideon knows about you he doesn't like. If you ever get over the Strauss hurdle, it's him you'd have to convince next. You don't watch him cross the landing, your gaze focused on the man making his timid way toward you. Your lips part briefly, and then quirk into an overjoyed smile.Â
âOh, you're beautiful,â you say without thinking.Â
He frowns at you.Â
âReid,â Morgan interrupts, âThis is Y/N L/N. She works in the sex crimes division. As you can imagine, we get a lot of crossover.â You stand, holding out your hand. âY/N, this is Spencer Reid.âÂ
âI don't shake. Sorry.âÂ
You press your hand to your chest. âOh, that's okay. I shouldn't assumeâŚâ Your voice melds into a silkiness that has his shapely brows furrowing further, âIt's nice to meet you, Spencer Reid. You're really pretty, do you know that?âÂ
Spencer peeks at Morgan quickly, who laughs good-naturedly. âShe's serious, Reid. She's not making fun of you.âÂ
âYou'd know,â Spencer says. It isn't malicious, but it isn't exactly friendly, either.
You twist to frown at Morgan deeply. âMorgan, you're not being nice to him?âÂ
âI'm being plenty nice, sweetheart, but this is how it works. I gotta haze him a little.âÂ
âNo, you don't.â You tip your cheek toward your shoulder to look at Spencer through your lashes. âHe pretends to be worse than he is, I promise. But don't let him neg you, okay? You're smarter than he isââÂ
âHey.âÂ
ââand he's used to being the office pretty boy. It's jealousy, nothing else,â you finish. Spencer really is gorgeous now you're close enough to see his eyes. A brown like caramelised sugar tented by dark, dark eyelashes. When he smiles, the very slightest hint of teeth shows, and it makes him even prettier. You endeavour to make him smile again. âSorry if I'm coming off a little strong. It's not my intention.âÂ
âShe's just nervous. You have everything she wants,â Morgan says.Â
You sigh forlornly. âOh, doesn't he?â Spencer's confused pout is even cuter than his smile. âGetting into the BAU is about as easy as walking on water.âÂ
âFor a human,â Spencer says. âEasier if you're smaller. Like a water strider.âÂ
There's a silence. Morgan is aghast, you think. You're in love.Â
âYeah?â you ask, stars in your eyes as his own spark to life.Â
âBecause water strider's can transfer their weight, but also due to their hydrofuge hairpiles. Their microhairs.â He catches himself, measuring your expression carefully. âDid you really wanna know?âÂ
âDo you wanna get a cup of coffee and tell me about it?â you ask.Â
His lips part as yours had when you first saw him.Â
He's prevented from answering as Hotch's office door opens and the man himself walks out near the railing. âGood, youâre here. I have something to talk to you about.âÂ
You grin at him. âI'd love to chat, Agent Hotchner, but I'm getting to know your new protĂŠgĂŠ.â
âI see.â He waits.Â
You would ignore him âHotch has a soft spot for you (or rather, he likes you enough to put up with you, which is more than can be said about other members of his division) and he'd shrug off your dismissalâ but you're really keen to hear what he has to say. Perhaps Strauss has changed her mind about your proposed trail basis with the team.Â
âI'm so sorry,â you say to Spencer, immediately re-dazzled by his pretty, lovely face. âIt was really nice to meet you, Spencer Reid. Maybe next time you can tell me more about it.âÂ
You give Morgan a quick thank you for the help with your paperwork and trust him to log out of your emails. In your rush up the stairs, you hear a wisp of conversation.Â
âWas she messing with me?âÂ
Morgan laughs. âNo, kid. That's how she is.âÂ
"Oh... She's nice."
"You have no idea."
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Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.
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husband!Simon helping his wife!reader with her stress <3 cw: nsfw. mdni. fem reader, masturbation, squirting, a lil overstim.
you shuffle through the bag to find the keys to your home, only to drop it the minute you raise it to unlock the door. great. itâs one of those days where everything goes wrong, and you want nothing more than to shut out the world and curl up in bed, silently praying for the next one to be better.Â
you pick up the keys from the doormat and swing open the door of your flat, hoping that the familiar scent flooding your lungs will help you ground yourself back to a more serene state. tossing your coat and bag aside, your gaze falls on the tall man quietly reading on the sofa, sweetly mouthing a âwelcome back, love.â that you dismiss with a grunt, stomping your way to the bedroom.
âuh-oh.â Simon thinks, siren already buzzing and red light blinking in his brain, making him pull up to his feet at god-speed and quickly follow you to your shared room, being met with your clothes scattered around and the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. he promptly puts away your discarded attire and sits on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for you.
you stay in the shower for some good thirty minutes, allowing the water to wash away your stress as you massage your scalp. the weight finally falls from your shoulders and flows down the drain, leaving you alone with the tiredness thatâs been brewing in your tense muscles since you stepped out of the house. with a long, weary sigh, you drape the towel around your body and walk out the bathroom, tiny droplets cascading from your hair to your chest, descending on the swell of your breasts and stirring your husbandâs cock in his pants.
âgonna tell me whaâ got you so cranky, dove?â he asks with the slightest of teasing, knowing heâs staggering on the thin line of your temper.
ââm sorry, jusâ a hard day.â you mutter sheepishly, turning to get some well-deserving comfy clothes on the dresser
âcâmere,â you barely have time to react before Simon pulls you by the wrist onto the bed, positioning your body between his legs as he rests on the headboard, âtalk to me, lovie.â
his hands brush your arms delicately, fingers running up and down your skin as you start addressing the misfortunes of your day. how a jerk cut you off in traffic, how a client screamed at you on the phone after you explained it wasnât possible to fulfill his request, how your long awaited sweet treat after lunch fell straight to the floor, how your mother called just to raise hell at you for not visiting enough, how your boss scolded you for a mistake that wasnât even your fault.
âhm, she said thaâ?â he murmurs, massaging the knots on your shoulders and slowly drifting his hands downwards, opening up the lightly damp towel thatâs clinging to your frame as you ramble. his rough, calloused skin finds its way to your soft tits, gently kneading the fat while his lips plant small kisses all over your neck.
âi swear that womanâs out to get me, don't know how i havenât been fired yet.â
âshe knows thaâ place would fall apart without ya, doll. youâre the only one with a brain there,â he coos sweetly in your ear, fingers traveling down your stomach and reaching your mound, making your breath hitch in your throat. Simon smirks at your reaction, feeling your head tipping back to rest on his shoulder and your still wet hair soaking his shirt, âlet me help you decompress, eh?â
you, too tired to resist the offer, let him spread your legs with ease, compliant to the touch of your loving husband. his middle finger smears the hasty arousal leaking from your cunt through your slit, softly caressing your folds as you melt into his arms. âso wet fâme, love.â he chuckles, slightly rubbing your clit as you hum.
his moves are tame, gradually pooling the warmth in your belly, taking his time to shape your tension until itâs the right moment to set you free. his finger toys with your entrance before sliding in, feeling the familiar walls of your cunt clenching around it, causing you to breathe heavily at just the beginning.
âyou like thaâ?â he whispers, introducing another finger on your tight hole as you turn to bury your face on his neck, mewling with pleasure and pain while he stretches you, digits hitting all the right spots. by the time he speeds up the thrusting, your moans are erratic, gasped, barely leaving your throat as you grasp his forearm in a desperate attempt to ground yourself, even with your brain reaching the fucked-out point by a simple touch.
his thumb lazily strokes your swollen nub as he continues to be knuckles-deep inside of your velvety walls, curling his fingers just enough to earn a squeal out of you. the coil on your lower stomach tightens, fibers threatening to snap at any second as Simon murmurs sugary praises in your ears whilst nipping the skin where your neck meets your shoulder, the love biteâs stings only intensifying the pleasure coursing through your bloodstream.
âSimon, âm gonna-â you donât even have the energy to complete your sentence before your juices flood on his hand, the godâs nectar gushing from your pussy and dripping from his wrist onto the long forgotten towel, as he bullies your clit to overstimulation. you cry out his name like a prayer, begging whatever higher power out in the universe to let you keep that sensation forever.
âlooks like someone really needed thaâ,â he laughs and you feel the deep rumbling from his chest on your naked back, only driving you closer to the edge as your legs convulse at the overwhelming thrill of your nervous system. your frantic moans echo in the room when Simon raises his free hand to your nipple, rolling the hardened tip between his thumb and index, painting twinkling stars in the ceiling, the scintillation being too much to keep your vision clear. âthink ya got another one fâme, princess?âÂ
he doesnât wait for your answer; he knows how to treat his precious wife and can cite by heart the prescription to get you to sleep better than any pill would. tears prickle in the corner of your eyes when he starts again, just barely giving you time to recover from the near out-of-body experience.Â
his new rhythm is harsh, pulling your thighs - fully covered in slick and arousal - over his to keep you spread open, and fiercely pounding two digits inside you. you squirm and press yourself harder against his broad chest, babbling incoherently as he pumps his thick and scarred fingers somehow even deeper than before.Â
âSi, âs too much, i canât-â you choke out, streams rolling down your cheeks as he builds another orgasm out of you. half-lidded eyes meet his hazel irises in a lustful gaze, pleading in agony for another release before your body gives out.
it doesnât take much before a jolt of electricity tingle beneath your skin and makes you cum, getting you blissfully drunk by finger-fucking only while your peak ripple through your core. your hands sternly grip on the sheets under your limp body, the frenzy running its way through every corner of your being, clouding your vision and leaving you in a divine peaceful haze.
your limbs twitch slightly as you come down from your high, Simon holding you tight in his burly arms and pressing kisses on your pretty face. âyou did so good, lovie,â he praises, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your belly, âcouldâve given ya sâmuch more but your eyes are so droopy already,â his quiet laugh almost lull you to sleep right there and then, âfeeling better?â
you nod, eyes tempting to close as the fatigue washes over you, weariness creeping up your mind after a hell of a day and a celestial end to it. âthank you, Si.â you mumble with nothing but affection in your voice, utterly elated by the sight of your devoted husband cradling you.Â
âanything for ya, my wife.â
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Sensory Overload (Housewardens)
Intro: It's him, it's him, it's all so him. Like the perfect happy ending to your fairytale, there's always a confession and a kiss.
Warnings: bad grammar, awful writing, not proofread, loser Idia but that's normal right, kinda suggestive but nothing nuts
A/N: Never making the mistake of asking what people want for a follower milestone celebration again :( So this is my happy 200 followers to you, and to myself.
Too many weeks of yearning, and pining, and unbirthday invitations; too many hours of sleep lost when you haunt him even in his dreams. Riddle finally cracks when he sees you one too many times with the ADeuce combo (he wants you to smile with him, laugh with him like that too). He pulls you to an empty classroom, and heâs bright red as he stammers out his feelings for you.
âY/N, I really like you.â
What can you do but respond in kind when heâs so cute and shy like this?
âRiddle,â you say with a smile, âI like you too.â
He takes one of your hands into his own, pressing a small kiss on the back of your knuckles. His pretty gray eyes, like storm clouds above the sea, a raging tempest making its way to your heart and tearing down all the walls youâd built for yourself. Most of all, you see love swirling within them. Enough to ignore the school bell that had just rung. Enough to get âindecentlyâ close to you. Enough to drown you. He smells like roses and lemon tea, sweet and citrusy and floral, and his lips, you barely feel the moment theyâre on yours.
Heâs looking away in embarrassment.
You tug him back to you. âI think we need a redo.â
The moment Leona realizes he likes you (no way heâs saying love this early, try again), heâs knocking on the door of your dorm. You wake up to find a handsome lion beastman, emerald green eyes staring right at you and itâs, admittedly, a very rude wake up call. Sure heâs hot, but getting kabedonâd to the front door at 5 in the morning was definitely not in your plans for a casual Saturday.
You canât complain.
Mostly because heâs already kissing you before youâre even awake enough to register that Leona Kingscholar is kissing you while keeping you pinned against the door, one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your neck to keep you from escaping. He smells like cedarwood and the slightest hint of smoke, his lips are slightly chapped but so soft, and his tongue sweeps over your lip. You deny his silent ask for entry and pull away.
âGoodâŚmorningâŚ?â You say in a daze.
âHerbivore,â Leona drawls slowly, leaning back in again, âI like you. Be mine.â
Youâre kidnapped right after your Magic History exam, and really, youâre just thankful that Floyd and Jade decided to wait until after your exam before taking you against your will. You feel like a tourist attraction, slung over Floydâs shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Youâre dropped off in front of the Mostro Lounge VIP room. Azul is waiting for you with a contract, and you read it with a laugh. âParty A is to be in a formal relationship with Party B, of romantic nature which indicatesâAzul, this is stupid.â
You watch the man, almost uncharacteristically, curl in on himself at your words.
Even though you did just kind of mock it, you still pick up the fishbone quill and sign your name on the dotted line. You toss the contract to the side and stand up, bending over his fancy wood table to pull him by the collar and look him in his pretty eyes you can never understand the color of. Maybe you just need some more time to stare at them.
âAzul,â you whisper softly, âI like you too.â
He smells like expensive cologne, sea salt and vanilla and something else. His lips are so soft and sweet when you tug him in to meet yours, heâs awkward and inexperienced and everything about this mafioso wannabe is adorable to you right now.
Better hope the door is locked.
Every Scarabia party is usually punctuated with you passing out in your bed. This one is different. Just as the music is dying down and the number of people are dwindling, a nervous Kalim asks you to go on a carpet ride with him. So. Youâre alone, up in the skies, with the guy you like. Yay. You hold onto the tassels for dear life.
âY/N, I have to tell you something.â
You look at Kalim. His eyes look like rubies crystallized from blood, but his gaze is innocent, sweet, and it reminds you more of strawberry flavored lollipops than it does a crime scene. He moves closer to you, and you canât back off or youâll fall off the carpet.
So you fall for Kalim instead.
He smells woody, and like a mix of different spices that probably shouldnât smell as good in combination as they do on him. âI like you,â he says softly, cupping your cheek. You donât stop him when he leans in for a slow kiss, tender and gentle as if any rough and sudden movement could cause you to break. His lips are chapped, but he tastes faintly of the fruit juice youâd seen him drink earlier.
âI like you too.â
Valentinesâ. Lovely. The best holiday ever. The perfect day to spill all your romantic feelings to someone who could so very easily crush it under his five inch stilettos.
You hold onto your flowers and try to smell your breath. Youâre not optimistic enough to think your confession will end in a kiss, but itâs okay to dream, right? You knock on the door. It opens to reveal the person youâve been hopelessly in love with for a while, and you meet lilac irises reminiscent of lavender fields in the Shaftlands. Vil glances down at your bouquet with a knowing smile.
You offer it to him. He takes it.
âHappy Valentinesâ day.â
âThank you, spudling.â
Awkward silence. This is the part where you confess. âVil, I like you. A lot.â
This is the part you get rejected. Luckily for you, you donât. Soft, sweet lips meet yours in a haphazard kiss as youâre pulled into his room, with the slightest taste of grapes, probably from his lip gloss. He smells like the bouquet of flowers youâd brought him, and like the patch of herbs you pass by everyday by the greenhouse.
âDarling, Iâve waited for far too long to hear you say that.â
You wake up in Idiaâs bed after a day-long gaming session, meeting a pair of eyes that look like liquid gold. He's staring at your face like a cat. âHi, Idia,â you murmur sleepily, âwhat time is it?â
âUh,â he looks at his phone, âlike, 6 p.m.?â
âHave you been staring at me while I slept?â
He blinks. âNo?â
You roll around on the bed and take him down with you, your hands on either side of him as you hovered above him. You lean down closer and closer and closer, until heâs squealing and whimpering. He smells musty, to be honest, and itâs probably the sweatshirt heâs wearing that he hasnât changed out of in two days, with the slightest whiff of cheese puffs. âWhat are you doing?!â
âIdia,â you say with a yawn, before grinning mischievously, âI like you.â
âAre you for realâŚ?â
You close the distance, and he doesnât fight you off, so you call that a success. His lips are dry as hell, so you do him a favor and lick them for him.
Tastes like cheese puffs too.
Malleus saw you as a friend. Thatâs it. He saw you as someone to trust and spend time with, a mortal who held no fear towards him or his powers that could easily send the entire island underwater. You donât think thereâs anything special enough about you that could make the Malleus Draconia fall in love with you the way youâve fallen hopelessly, irredeemably, in love with him. So no, you donât have the highest hopes when you look into his stunning green eyes, so vibrant and lovely that no forest could ever compare. Not when you cup his cheeks with your hands.
Not when you kiss him.
He tastes like the milk candy youâd just given him minutes before, and smells vaguely of smoke and vetiver. You take his passivity as a sign to go further (in any case, you donât think thisâll ever happen again). Your kiss is more desperate, chasing after his lips and your hands move to tangle themselves in his hair.
You pull away to see the Prince of Briar Valley blushing.
âWhatâŚis the meaning of thisâŚ?â
âIâm sorry Malleus, I justââ you messed up, now you canât even be friends anymore, ââI like you, Malleus. Iâm sorry, I understand if you never want to see me again.â
He doesnât reply. He only smiles and pulls you back in for another.
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{overview} John realizes his mistake, you and Simon grow closer
{warnings} cursing, some angst, fem reader, a/b/o dynamics, poly 141
Chapter 24 <- Chapter 25 -> Chapter 26
âPick up your bloody phone,â he growled. He paced around his office, his mind automatically jumping to the worst. Well, could you blame him with your history? âCome on sweetheart,â He pleaded on the other line. He had shown up exactly three minutes ago ready to pick you up for a lunch date off base, yet you were nowhere to be seen.
He paced back over by his desk, wondering if he should start calling in the boys to look for you. It was then he saw it. The world went silent beside his heartbeat thrumming in his ears.
âNo,â he nearly whined, his chest clenching painfully. He cursed moving as fast as he could down the hallway without attracting too much attention. He was going to shred that folder and its contents. He actually found it a bit funny when he found it. He was so against you joining and now you were one of the most important aspects of his life.
He shouldâve destroyed it right then and there.
He could only imagine how you felt right now. The man who you had deemed your alpha rejecting you from first glance. The man who you had shared your mind and body with. He felt sick. He ran into Kyle in the elevator. His honey eyes widened at his appearance, his hand reaching out gripping onto his shirt. âWhatâs happened?â He urged.
âI fucked up,â he admitted instantly. âI don't know how to fix this, Kyle,â he gasped. His own hands grabbing onto the beta.
âItâll be alright,â Kyle soothed, his own heart pounding in his chest.
âI still had those profiles Kate had sent, the ones with omegas she thought would work with us. I was a bastard and crossed them out. Including our girl. Well, I almost crossed all of them. I left one be,â he swallowed back his nerves, his hands beginning to tremble. He had never had such a bodily reaction before. The thought of losing you too much for his nervous system to process.
âWhat do you mean you left one be? Like there was one you wanted?â Kyle pressed. John nodded slowly, before shaking his head- contradicting himself.
âIt wasn't that I preferred her. Given her history she just seemed like the best fit if we had to pick one,â John explained. At the time it had made sense. He didn't know any of you and it wasn't like he had put that much thought into it. He wasn't ready for an omega at that time. He hadn't even sent the papers back to Kate; he just let them rot in the bottom of his file cabinet. You were also the one Laswell was pushing for. If he rejected you, maybe she would leave him alone about it. At the time it made sense.
The elevator had gone up and down a few times before they had finally gotten off. Vernie greeted them at the door, but John beelined to your room.
Your sobs were deafening. He wasn't sure if he had ever heard someone cry so hard.
And it was his fault.
He tried the handle but you had locked the door. Your sobs continued so you either didnât hear him or you didn't care.
âSweetheart, it's me. Let me in so I can explain,â he knuckles rapped against the door desperately. He heard you sputter something. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know what you said. âPlease, pretty girl. I know what it looks like, but please don't put any thought into it. I crossed you out just to get back at Laswell for pushing me to choose an omega. Please open the door,â he begged. Your sobs didn't decrease in the slightest, his alpha nearly throwing him into a frenzy.
âCan I come in, love?â Kyle spoke suddenly. You gave no response other than painful-sounding sobs. Kyle winced his hand rubbing over his chest like it would soothe the sharp pain.
âI love you,â John said. âIâll be right here when youâre ready to talk about it,â his voice cracked. The alpha moved on shaky limbs to the couch, sitting with his head in his hands. He threw insults at himself quietly, before standing up again, making his way back to your door. âPlease, honey, let me in. I need to see you,â he was back to desperation. His knuckles grazing against the door again.
âGive her time,â Kyle soothed, through his own gritted teeth. He couldn't understand how John had been so reckless. He had obviously left the folders in an accessible spot. You wouldn't just go snooping around. Kyle just hoped you didn't think he had anything to do with it.
It had been three hours. Your sobs had died down, making the house silent. That was almost worse. Kyle had talked him down multiple times from knocking your door down. The beta had to leave for training, leaving John by himself with his own thoughts. That had always been a deadly combination.
He had to relive it when Johnny came home, except the Scot wasnât putting up with it. He grabbed a sharp tool out of his room, unlocking your door in five seconds flat. John stood up, but Johnny growled out a warning.
âStay there,â he commanded. The alpha had no room to disagree with the burning beta. When they first met, John had assumed Johnny was an alpha based off of the way he carried himself.
âPeaches?â his voice was quiet and soft to not startle you.
âGo away,â you whined, making him wince.
âWe had nothinâ to do with that, hen,â Johnny assured. He wasn't going to be in the doghouse because of the Captainâs mistake. Maybe on the field- but not when it comes to you. His hand reached out resting against your heated back. The emotional toll is already making you feel sick. You were burning up with a fever. âCome here, please,â it wasn't so much of a request as it was an order. You lifted your head up from the pillows, your raw eyes looking up at his. He whined low in his throat. His arms darting under your armpits, to pull you on top of him. You started sobbing again, the sounds hitting John on the other side of the door like a ton of bricks. You curled yourself against Johnny. You needed comfort, despite being mad at the world and everyone in it.
âHe didnât want me,â you mumbled sadly. âI called him alpha. I opened up to him. I trusted him. I slept with him. And the whole time he was wishing I was someone else,â you whined out. Johnny understood your hurt- he felt your hurt, yet he also knew that wasn't true in the slightest. John loved you madly.
âThat's not true, Bon. Heâs absolutely mad for you. He wouldn't trade you for anything or anyone. He had done it before he even met you, and he did it just to be obnoxious because Kate was pushing for you so hard and we weren't too keen on an omega- you know that,â Johnny reminded. You didn't want to be talked off the ledge. You wanted to jump. You wanted to be mad and be hurt without it being invalidated.
âBut I wasn't enough to change his mind. Just one look at her on paper and she had him considering getting an omega,â you shot back. You tried pulling yourself away, wanting to find comfort in your sheets and not in the arms of Johnny. He didn't let you.
âMaybe for a split second, Bonnie. But if he had put any more thought into the situation he would've picked you. I know he would've,â Johnny reasoned. You weren't in the mood for reasoning.
âYou can't prove that, Johnny. If he already had it in his mind that she would've been the better fit then I doubted I could've changed that,â your voice raised. John kept his ear against the door, his heart twisting painfully. âThe only reason I was let into this pack was because Simon was hurt. He didn't care what omega Kate had picked for him as long as he could use them.â you had pulled yourself off of him, moving to a stand.
âExactly! He didn't care which one he got. He didn't have his heart set on her bonnie. If he did he would've asked for her. You weren't written off because he didn't want you, you were written off because if he had approved you, you would've been flown out here the next day and none of us were ready for that yet. I know the reason you joined the pack feels like you were being used and you were. Weâll all admit that. But that's the world we come from, Bonnie. We are all puppets for our higher-ups to get what they want. They ship us off to the corners of the earth to fight in some war that no one, besides them, has reaped any benefits from. We are all being used in some way and you were too when you joined the pack. But I can promise you this, beautiful- and I can speak for everyone when I say we love you so fucking much. You're the best thing that has happened to us and we wouldn't trade you for anything,â he finished, his voice cracking at the last sentence.
You hated that his words made everything feel alright again. You still had lingering resentment at John and you probably would for a while- and every time you thought about it. But Johnny had made some good points- sincere points. Besides you had pulled a similar stunt with Simon not too long ago, and he managed to forgive you. You rested your head against Johnnyâs shoulder, letting your body weight fall against him. You just needed some sleep.
You had woken up to a knock at your door. You were by yourself, but you could still feel the warmth of Johnny against the sheets.
âCome in,â you groaned. You needed water. It was John, carrying a takeout container of food. It was too dark for you to make out too much of him, yet you could feel the emotion dripping off of him.
âYou need to eat,â He said softly. He flicked your desk light on. His beard was unkempt from him running his fingers through it. His eyes were so red and puffy, you were sure it was agonizing to blink. It hurt you to see him that way- yet you looked no better. His hand darted out, a natural instinct to guide you to your chair. You dodged away from him, sitting down yourself. He sighed, slowly sitting down on the edge of your bed. You remained silent. You didn't want to eat the food he had brought you- you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of taking care of you (like he always had), but you were starved, not having eaten since this morning. He remained quiet as you scarfed down your meal, his fingers picking at the calluses on his palms.
You closed it up, taking a few gulps of the water he had brought. You flicked the light back off beginning to get back into bed, until he grabbed you. You squirmed against him mumbling a few âlet me goâs.â He paid no mind holding you against his chest, his legs trapping you between them.
He buried his face in your neck, his grip on your constricting.
âIâm so sorry,â he whispered, making you halt. He sounded so small. He was no longer the booming alpha whose mere presence offered your protection and stability. Now he was afraid. Afraid that you didn't want him anymore. Afraid that you didn't want to be here. Afraid that you had regretted what had happened between the two of you. âI can't have you despise me, sweetheart. I just can't,â he whispered. Since you've joined heâs been discovering new things about himself every day. He was quicker to fall in love than he thought. He could be a good alpha to an omega. He was also weaker than he thought. If you had told him four months ago a little omega he was still getting to know could bring him to his knees so quickly he wouldâve told you to fuck off.
His sad scent was seeping into you, softening the chilled edges of your heart. He was regretful, you could tell. You relaxed into him causing him a sigh of relief. âI love you,â he murmured. You didn't say it back and he didn't expect you to. âSo much,â he continued.
âYou didn't mean it, John,â you replied softly, your hand resting against his back. You may have forgiven, but you weren't going to forget so easily. He could tell by your tone. You could get in your head so easily. He supposed he could too. He pressed a kiss against your cheek, finally letting you go. You remained against him for a moment, before pulling away. He stayed solemn as he grabbed the containers off your desk, heading back towards the door. He paused by the door, resisting the urge to beg you to let him stay. To let him curl himself around you and make everything better. He settled for a quiet âgoodnightâ the door shutting behind him.
He wasn't sure how you'd take the information. He couldn't imagine youâd be happy- he prayed you wouldn't be. That would be the ultimate jab.
âSweetheart,â He greeted. You looked up from your phone, offering him a small smile. Things had been awkward between the two of you- not that you had had much contact since last night.
âWe have a new assignment. Me and Kyle leave in two hours,â He explained. When your face fell he was relieved. What if you were just sad for Kyle? He chewed back the thought.
âHow long will you be gone?â You questioned.
âShouldn't be more than a week. Itâs a fairly easy one,â he sighed. It was silent for a moment. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.
âIâll miss you,â you breathed. You started to pull away but he held you there. He just needed a moment longer.
When you saw Kyle you nearly tackled him over, your face smushing against his. He tried not to take it personally. You were still hurt. Feeling like you were second best and unwanted. He had to understand that. He was trying to understand that. Hopefully, his being gone will soften you.
âCome on pups, time for your walks,â Simon spoke, grabbing a pack of cigarettes off the counter and his mask. Vernie had learned that whenever Simon grabbed his cigarettes it was time for a walk. She wormed her way out of your lap, bounding over to the door. Simon attached her leash holding it out for you. It was dark out. The night sky making you think of your first kiss- then John.
You three walked along a walking path, Simon making sure to put himself between you and groups of jogging soldiers.
âSimon?â you asked. He grunted in response.
âHow did you get over me not putting you down as my alpha? That must've felt like a rejection,â you questioned. While they weren't entirely in the same situation, you felt maybe Simon could offer you some advice.
âIt did,â he replied bluntly. âBut then I realized I hadn't been acting too alpha-ish to you. Then you heard me say all that bullshit that night so I didn't have any room to be upset at you anymore,â he explained, guiding you off to the side. He pulled out his cigarettes, rolling his mask up to his nose. You bit back a giggle. âIâm still surprised you weren't more upset about it,â he sighed. âAt least not that you've shown.â
You would still think about his words- less and less over the past few weeks. You don't know why but they didn't burn you as much as John's actions had. Maybe it was because your feelings were stronger for John? Or maybe it was because you knew deep down Simon didn't mean it. But John's actions had confirmed a belief you had about not being good enough. You gasped softly. That was it.
âConfirmation bias,â you gasped. Simon narrowed his eyes at you. âJohn didn't think I was good enough to be in the pack- and I had already felt that way. That's why it still hurts so bad,â you explained your thought process.
âYou need to get that out of your head,â Simon spoke. âIt wasn't like we all sat around and discussed every omega and came to the conclusion someone was a better fit than another. The old man probably didn't even have his glasses on when he was skimming through the profiles,â Simon huffed. He knew his Captain. Every decision he made was well thought out and concise. If he had really wanted to pick an omega he wouldâve interviewed each of you himself, made you fill out a ten-page survey, and discuss it with each member of the pack individually. Also, Laswell had sent the papers electronically, he had just printed off a copy to mess with. Probably after a rough mission and one too many whiskeys. The rest of your sentence finally hit him. âWhat do you mean not good enough?â
âWell, I mean you know,â you started, shrugging.
âNo, I don't bloody know. That's why I'm asking,â he shot back.
âKate has always said what an indispensable and vital pack you are. That's all anyone here talks about. Omegas come up to me all the time and ask what it's like to be a part of this pack, or how I got into this pack. Nobody believes I got in by just being myself,â you explained.
âThey don't know you then,â he snapped. âThen they'd be askinâ why we were daft enough to go so long without you,â he pressed the rest of his cigarette out, grabbing another from the pack.
âSimon?â
âYes, pup,â he sighed.
âKiss me?â
He paused the cigarette still hanging between his lips, the flame just a few centimeters away. âWhat?â he asked out of the corner of his mouth.
âPlease?â you breathed. Your hands reached out gripping the front of his jacket. His heart hammered in his chest, your eyes staring up at him wide and wanting. His hands covered yours, not making any move to push them off. He couldn't break himself away, his eyes holding yours as his head lowered. He stopped right in front of you, his lips brushing against yours. You stared back equally enthralled. You closed the distance, your eyes fluttering shut, as you pressed your mouth against his. He reciprocated instantly, pushing his head forward to deepen this kiss. Your hands moved up to hold his jaw and he quickly grabbed the leash from you not wanting it to get in the way of you touching him. Your hands cupped his face, pulling him impossibly closer, gasping when his teeth nipped your bottom lip. He smirked against you and you had half a mind to pull away as punishment until he backed you against a tree. You gasped his name, making him groan against you, his hands digging into the fabric around your hips.
He hoisted you up, his neck already growing sore. His kisses were exactly like your relationship with him. Starting off sweet, then a battle of teeth and tongue, then back to sweet before you could decide which one you liked best. You pulled away with a deep inhale, your lungs burning from forgetting to breathe. He âtskedâ softly, pressing kisses against your jaw.
âDonât know how he didn't mark you, sweet girl. I'd be sinking my jaws into you the moment youâre under me,â he mumbled, his teeth nipping against your neck in emphasis. You moaned quietly, making him smile. He pressed one last kiss against your neck, setting you back down on wobbly feet. âDonât look at me like that, pup. Weâre in public,â he reprimanded playfully, handing you back Vernieâs leash. âBesides Iâm not done playing hard to get,â he chuckled. Your phone buzzed in your pocket making you jolt. You pulled it out, seeing Johnâs number, pressing the red button before you really thought about it.
âThe fuck was that?â he growled. âCall him back,â he urged. You quickly did as you were told, not quite sure why you had done that in the first place.
He answered immediately.
âIâm sorry,â you apologized quickly.
âSâalright. Just figured you weren't in the mood to talk, pretty,â he cleared his throat. You wondered how much he had hurt in those seconds you denied his call. âJust wanted to let you know me and Kyle are where weâre supposed to be.â he explained.
âGood. Good,â you replied softly. You were quiet for a moment. âJohn, I love you. You know that right?â you breathed. You heard him inhale sharply on the other line, before clearing his throat again. You could feel yours constrict as well.
âThank you, sweetheart.â He breathed back. He needed that. He needed to know you weren't back home stewing at him. âI love you and Iâll talk to you soon, yeah?â
âIâll be waiting,â you responded, your eyes blurring at the tightness in his voice. âBye.â
âBye, pretty girl.â
You buried your face in Simonâs chest, wrapping your arms around him as you cried lowly. You wished John was back, so you could curl up in his arms again. You wished you hadn't given him the cold shoulder before he left. What if something happened while he was away and your last physical interaction was you worming your way out of a hug? His hug.
âEasy, pup,â Simon soothed. His hands smoothing over your back. He wanted to scold you for not answering the first time. He could only imagine how John was feeling after being shipped away while not on the best terms with you. It was hard enough when you were on good terms. âNeed a cigarette?â Simon questioned making you chuckle after your crying had slowed. You shook your head softly. He kept an arm around you, beginning the trek back home. âDonât worry about it, pup. You've got a lot on your mind. Sometimes people do things without meaning harmful intent,â he soothed. You caught the double meaning of his words, and you pressed yourself closer.
âSimon. What would happen if something were to happen to you out there and you couldn't be sent back to base?â
He sucked in air through his teeth.
âWell we would get to the safest spot we could and try to be fixed up enough to be sent back here,â he explained.
âWhat if you couldn't though? Be sent back here?â you pressed.
âWhat would you want to happen?â he questioned. He didn't want to put ideas out there you weren't comfortable with. The easiest way to get the answer you wanted was by making you say it yourself.
âIâd want to be sent to where you were. No matter where it is or how dangerous it is. I'd want to be with you,â you nearly demanded.
âThat's why you were paired with us, pup,â Simon smirked. âYouâre just as brave and stupid as the rest of us.â
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your nerd miguel fics are so good i didnt even know id like dom!reader this much
imagine slutty!reader getting ready for another party and she's barely wearing anything, pretty tits n ass spilling out of her clothes. she's leaning forward over the vanity to do her make up, and miguel cand help but get distracted from (her) homework, and just looks at her plump ass peeking from under her flimsy skirt. he begs her to let him rub himself on her and with hesitant hands he grips her hips and dryhumps her like a dog in heat
well, yes!
cw: slight dom!fem reader, sub!miguel yall know the vibes, me indulging in fashion for a moment, dry humping, miguel cums in his undies, this oneâs a lil sweet i fear, awkward ending soz, edited AND proofread yâall đđž (canât guarantee no mistakes however)
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â¤ď¸ a/n: iâm a dirty liar and forgot to upload this yesterday but!! sheâs here and she was a labour of love! everyone who survived the great barbie drought of winter 2023-2024 gets a pin and goodie bag at the door. nevertheless, enjoy!! đ
âhey, four eyes, this dress or should i wear a skirt instead?â
brown eyes youâve come to know so well, more than youâd like to admit, flit up to meet yours momentarily until they look at the two articles of clothing hanging on hangers between your manicured fingers. in one hand, a mesh cut out dress with a deep plunging neckline, and a khaki mini skirt in the other.
âum, skirt. y-you looked pretty in it when you bought it, so um- you should wear it,â miguel mumbles, a pink tint sweeping its way lightly across his face. youâre feeling particularly sweet on him today. itâs been hard to keep your eyes off him as of recent, his chiseled jaw, thick lips, and who could ever forget the resplendent pools of brown that takes form of his eyes. eyes that make your face heat up, setting your body ablaze and feeling feverish under the slightest of glances.
heâs classically handsome, that much you wonât deny, as much as it kills you.
you silently take his suggestion in heed, quietly stripping in front of him to change into the skirt he suggested, and pulling on a black long sleeved crop to to match. you silently lament on the memory of the day you bought the skirt, how you had dragged miguel by his shirt alongside you that day to the mall to sit and watch you buy clothes at any and every store, designer or department, and shuck your bags into his strapping arms. you had wandered into miu miu, miguel trailing not too far behind you with your bags from blumarine, versace, cavalli and more comfortable in his hands. he sat patiently in the waiting chairs as you picked up an array of shirts and skirts and accessories, until you were ready to try them on. miguel sat and watched as you said no and turned your nose up at nearly everything until you tried on a khaki skirt, sitting so low on your hips the straps of your red thing peeking above the waistband.
you turned and twirled in the mirror, admiring the skirt on yourself until you turned to miguel himself, walking up to him as heâs sat to ask him, âyou like it?â and like it he does, a hefty hand trailing up from your thigh to your hip, tapping your your hip softly. âyou know i do, baby,â and you giggle at his answer, twirling for him before walking back the dressing room to change, not before biting your lip and beckoning miguel to follow at your heels with a pink painted acrylic nail. and follow he does, because heâs such a good boy.
you feel roused at the memory of your dressing room quickie in the same skirt youâre wearing now. and youâre sure miguel feels the same, and you donât miss the opportunity to provoke him at any moment.
you bend over, slow but curt, fixing up your makeup in your large vanity while your ass sits out in direct display, the short fabric of the skirt lifting as you bend. your black thong is made visible as you bend and wiggle you hips. you steal small glances in the mirror to where miguel is on your bed, sitting in a sea of linear calculus books, and sure enough the methods of linear are long forgotten to focus on your exposed backside. you giggle and turn your head to look at him, and his lips purse when he realizes heâs been caught. before he can sputter anything out, you stand and turn to him and ask him, âsee something you like, dontcha?â
a silent swallow and a nod is miguelâs response, his growing erection answer enough for you.
âbeg me for what you want.â
and thereâs a brief fleeting moment after the words leave your lips. an unspoken fervour in the air, perhaps a mix of what hasnât been said and all thatâs left to say about the two of you. you feel hot, your gaze burning through miguelâs clothes, burning his skin all the way across the room. you want him, you want him, you want him. and heâs looking back at you, a subdued but still present lust in his eyes. you see the submission, his compliance. yes, mistress.
his knees hit the floor, and then his rough palms follow suit and heâs crawling towards you until heâs not, and his sat like a good little boy in front of you painted feet, and he does what you ask, he begs for your touch, your taste, your mercy.
âplease let me touch you, i need it, please please please. can i have it? can i touch you, mommy? i donât even have to be inside you, j-just your touch and i can- i can cum. please? oh god please-â miguel babbles, his hulking form looking up at you from the floor. you feel like the wind has been knocked out of your chest. he just needs your touch. you card a hand through his thick wavy locks, gripping at the nape and pulling his head up to look at you.
âjust need my touch, hmm?â you look at him and he nods. whimpers. so fucking pathetic. âiâll let you hump me like you want. my subservient little puppy needs it, huh?â you coo mockingly. a string of yesâs and thank youâs leave miguelâs lips and you get up and turn around, bending over to brace yourself on your vanity.
youâre fully presented for miguel, and thereâs an empty beat of stillness between you both, you make eye contact with him in the mirror and quip, âgonna keep me waiting?â and he knows better than that. heâs up on his feet, unbuckling his belt and shucking his jeans down and off him, standing in his boxers, swollen and full with his erection. he moves behind you, placing his hands on either sides of your hips.
âno maâam.â
you canât help but pulse in anticipation. you look at him in the mirror and find that heâs looking at you already and you feel yourself heat up. please donât make me wait anymore, you think. like heâs read your mind, miguelâs covered erection is pressed up against the gusset of your panties, perfectly slot between your ass cheeks.
and experimental hump sends you bouncing forward a little, your breasts jiggling a bit, a soft sigh of satisfaction leaving you. finally. another hump, miguelâs strong hands pulling your hips back towards his crotch and you gasp a bit and the pleasure. another thrust of hips, and again, and again until it becomes a steady rhythm of soft sighs and low groans. and it goes on from a thrust to a trust and grind, and oh! the meat of miguelâs dick rubs up against your clit and you canât help but moan.
your moans are joined by miguelâs whimpers, his hips rocking so intensely it has you burning up inside so much that you think you might cum from the stimulation. âs-so good baby, fuck,â miguel letâs out and you keen at his praise. youâre so good, youâre his baby. you push and grind your hips up in time with his, feeling yourself begin to soak through your panties and maybe onto miguelâs dark boxers. you canât hold yourself together anymore, feeling yourself come apart so you drop your head onto your vanityâs surface, hoping to salvage some semblance of your pride.
the thick hands on your hips move to find purchase within your skirt, grabbing fistfuls of the short fabric before pulling your hips back with a staggering strength. you feel your knees buckle a bit, and your head shoots back up with an accompanying moan.
miguel pulls you down while pushing himself up into you and it feels so fucking good. your palms feel clammy and you feels as if youâre still sanding by the grace of god. every nudge of your clit feels as if itâs short circuiting your motor functions temporarily and you feel so overwhelmed to the pleasure, you can do nothing but succumb to it, and the man granting you it.
âmâgonna cum miguel. so good, so fucking good. wish you were inside me so i can feel you. wish you could feel me cum around you. f-feels so good please donât stop! iâm gonna- oh!â youâre mumbling and babbling incessantly, canting hips and soft whimpers that turn into heavy groans only further pushing you past your limit through this titillating pleasure.
âfuck, gonna come with you baby. come with me, please mommy i need it,â miguel moans. his hands release your skirt and dig into your hips once more and youâre sure youâll find salacious marks there in the morning but you donât care, not when youâre so close.
a particular hard thrust sends you reeling forward, head almost hitting your mirror and you canât help but give out within your legs. you feel them shake and almost go numb at the pleasure. youâre left helpless, cumming violently and soaking the fabric separating both you and miguel as miguel continues his assault against your poor pussy. he fucks it- humps it?- raw, overstimulating you to the point of pain when finally he finishes with a final thrust, his nails digging into the meat of your curvature. you feel his cum seep through the material of both of your arguments and you moan as it hits the gusset of your thong.
miguel lets go of your hip and you wobble a bit, using your upper body upon your desk to stabilize you. youâre both panting and heaving, taking in the intense and carnal display of lust between the two of you. youâre quiet before you hear miguel pipe up, breathlessly, pulling you from your daze.
âthank you, mistress.â
smug bastard.
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when sarah and john b had decided they wanted to recruit you to join their relationship, there were a few subtle steps they had planned to take.
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they saw your potential. they knew perhaps you werenât the most overtly sexual in nature, but they also knew they could change that. sex was like cake, you could never just eat one spoonful of it. all they had to do, was pique your interest â not just in sex, but in sex with them specifically.
baby steps. you ask sarah to send her the videos she took of you guys from the party the night before, and she âaccidentallyâ includes a video of her and john b fucking sheâd taken on her phone the same day. of course she acted bashful, apologising profusely for the mistake and acting incredibly grateful when youâd told her there was no problem and that youâd delete it.
âyk i wouldnât even really care if you watched it tbh. i trust you. its only me and john b anyway⌠đ¤ˇđźââď¸đâ
â sheâd text you after a moments passed. curiosity of course got the better of you, a shaky, clammy finger pressing the play button as you nervously bite your nail, glancing at the door and turning the volume way down as precaution as if someone were to catch you. the focus seemed to be on sarah, grinding her hips to ride the brunette boy, soft tits bouncing as he lazily smacks her ass and encourages her to keep riding. she seemed to be putting in the work, john b merely used as a vessel for pleasure, a dildo with a voice boxâ and something about that had you shamefully heating up. sure, your knowledge on sex was fairly limited â but what you did know through movies and tv shows was that guys were usually too prideful to let the girl do the work, yet therefore caring less for her pleasure. the two of them seemed⌠open. different.
the text of apparent permission sarah had sent you only made you feel the slightest bit less guilty when you snuck your hand down the waistband of your panties and humped clumsily at your palm as you hit replay.
the blonde cameron had facetimed you suddenly and out of the blue seven minutes later. you yanked your hand out your pants like thereâd be a way for her to see you before youâd accepted the call and you swallow thickly, brain too frazzled to think before hitting the green button. she was smiling, laying on her bed in that white tank top that hugged her tits, the same tits from the video and accentuated her golden, barbie tan. you try and be normal about it. sheâs just your friend after all.
âhey, what are you doing right now?â
you blink at her, the way sheâs smiling at you â before checking yourself out in the small box in the corner. you look all heated and askew, chest still rising and falling with heavy breaths. fuck.
you told her you were watching a movie and then excused yourself not even two minutes later, overcome with embarrassment and the feeling of being caught. sarah rolls over once the call ends, smirking to john b who was reclined on her bed with a hand behind his head, scrolling through his own phone.
âshe was totally getting herself off.â she purs matter-of-factly. the brunette boys eyes light up a little as he glances over, brows shifting upwards.
âyeah? howâd you know?â
âshe had it written all over her face.â
the two of them got greedy, with the whole introducing you to the idea of being chronically horny thing. without even really speaking about it, they figured the more they normalised this kind of behaviour in the group dynamic, the more likely you were to feel comfortable enough to let them hit. jj maybank was sexual in nature to the knowledge of anyone who had the pleasure of having a conversation with him longer than five minutes. he was sure to make it easy and perhaps bridge the gap, they just needed their in.
by that point, youâd started to catch on anyway.
the four of you sit in a small uneven circle on the floor of the chateau, drinking on a friday night. at first youâre a little confused â you were so sure sarah had been hinting at something with you, herself and john b for a while now â but as you sat beside jj on the floor, his arm rested casually behind you, rubbing casual circles on your waist you perhaps started to question whether or not youâd made that up, and really they were just trying to be friendly so they could set you up with their friend.
as soon as the words âtruth or dareâ leave john bâs mouth with a knowing, yet trusting and warm grin â you knew it was bound to take a turn. with this group, it always did. everything was about sex, whether you were doing it or talking about it or pretending to do it infront of eachother, it was some kind of secret obsession that you could feel yourself feeding into without knowing. a lamb being brought in to be sacrificed, a group of secretly perverted individuals itching to get your sweet, cranberry blood on their hands.
sarah speaks your name when you foolishly pick dare, worried if you had picked truth theyâd make you recount all the things youâd hadnât done. she leans across the circle to you on her hands and knees so her face is right in front of yours, breath in your face, ass in john bâs.
âi want you⌠to show me how youâd ride a dick.â
âwhat?â
she pushes back, reaching behind her on the couch and fetching the throw pillow, placing it in the centre of the circle with a mischievous grin. the pillow it long, firm and rectangular â the comfiest of its kind to nap on during the day whilst the group discuss whatever mishap they were planning on getting into that week.
âaw now weâre talkinââ jj gets comfortable, sitting back a little with a jokey grin. nothing about their tone was out of the ordinary, which what made you feel so comfortable.
âi donât understand?â you smile, tilting your head like a lost puppy which only made you appear more delicious as their prey.
âstraddle the pillow⌠and show us what youâd do if you were to ride an actual, real dick.â sarah explains kindly, even pulling your hand so you would shuffle forward on your knees to the centre of the small circle.
âlook, we know you havenât done that beforeâ no shame in it,â john b shrugs one shoulder understandingly with an air of casualness which calmed you. âbut a dares a dare and hey, maybe you could learn something right now.â
âi been told iâmma pretty good teacher too, soââ jj starts casually in his amused drawl, but is cut short pretty quickly by the sarah snapping her head towards him, her tone more curt and snappy.
âjj.â she scolds quickly and he shuts up, but as quickly as she changed her tone, she was back to smiling back at you encouragingly. she didnât want jj to take it too far with the pervy jokes and send you running. their plan was perfectly crafted, and they didnât need him ruining it. john bâs eyes linger on the blonde. nothing malicious about it, perhaps a warning though â because jj presses his lips together and moves his glance back to you with a thick swallow.
all in this time, you had decided to take another long swig of your drink before straddling the pillow. the group cheer, the fun and jokey atmosphere back in full swing as you cover your face, giggling into your hands.
your skirt stretches over your upper thighs at the position, and you shuffle â ensuring youâre sat comfortable on the throw cushion. perhaps the alcohol had lowered your guard, because without much thought â you wince, the material catching over your clit. you were sensitive, assumably from ovulation and as you try to get into a comfortable position, your face falls, realising you may be too sensitive to partake.
âuhm,â you clear your throat as the playful jeering dies down.
âgo ahead. fulfil your dare.â sarah chuckles, leaning back against the couch behind her.
âi canât.â you whisper, smile slipping off your face. the couples hearts drop a few millimetres in their chest, thinking perhaps theyâd made you uncomfortable and soiled the whole thing. the blonde girls eyebrows furrow, leaning forward and scooching to sit directly infront of you.
âwhy? are you okay? iâmâ iâm sorryââ
âno iâm okay,â you let out an airy laugh that relieves everyone. âmaybe iâm just drunk but iâm a little sensitive⌠donât think i can sit nâhump this pillow withoutâŚâ you trail off, your shame sending heat to your cheeks and behind your ears. john b raises his eyebrows slowly in expectation.
âwithoutâŚ?â
you clench your thighs around the pillow, mortified, looking down at it before back up at him with puppy dog eyes and your teeth tucked over your bottom lip all sheepish. made him wanna finger you until you cried.
luckily, sarahâs face lights up with slow realisation, mouth forming an âoâ and eyes widening.
âwithout cumming?â she cooes before swivelling around to look at both boys, laughing in adoration. âaww, youâre sensitive! i didnât even⌠know that was a thing!â she beams, and the boys follow, teeth glinting in the low light like hungry hyenas in a cave.
you loosen up a little, shoulders visibly relaxing and you giggle. âyeah⌠sâjust quite a⌠firm pillow. pressing me in all types of places.â you shrug, girlishly.
âare you seeeeeeriously tellinâ me, that you canât move back and forth just a little?â jj chuckles, dumbfounded from behind you and you peer shyly over your shoulder with a humble shrug. you wasnât sure if they were to be making fun of you, but for some odd reason â based off vibes alone, your sensitivity felt like something to be proud of amongst the group. jj licks his lips.
when you turn back, sarahâs in your face again, her warm hands on your knees. she seems comfortable, so you relax into her touch. you notice john b watching the interaction before locking eyes with you and sipping out his beer bottle.
âokay well, a dares a dare, but if you really need someone to help you outâŚâ she giggles, hands sliding up to your hips before she begins to forcefully tug you back and forth â leaving you no choice but to let her make you hump this pillow infront of everyone.
your hands fly to her shoulders to stabilise yourself, sucking in a shaky and unsure gasp as the seams in the fabric repeatedly catch over your clit through your thin panties. the music playing out the speaker seems to get louder, or maybe the blood is just pumping in your ears as the boys let out little encouraging cheers as they chuckle and continue to drink.
sarah tilts her head, hot breath on your jaw as she lowers her voice to something quiet and seductive for just you to hear, her hands now grabbing handfuls of your ass to pull you along. âthere you go, keep riding it. just like me in that video, right?â she croons, and your brows furrow â unable to stop the pornographic moan from leaving you.
embarrassed at the delighted reactions, you hide your face in sarahâs neck, hot and disorientated from the pleasure, hearing her amused chuckle close up. âits just us, nothing at all to be embarrassed about.â she shrugs against you. âcanât run from the dare, sweetie. jj, you wanna come up behind her and give her a hand?â she asks, and before you can lift your head â her hands have slid up your top, squeezing at your tits.
your hips arenât left alone for long though, as jj straddles the long pillow right behind you and grips your hips, tugging them back and forth with a boyish roughness that had the fabric scraping against you in a new way. you whimper uncontrollably, feeling the blondes stiff crotch thumping against your backside each time he yanked you back.
âyeah-he-heahh, thatâs the stuff. donât tell me i never do anythinâ for ya babydoll. teachinâ you the valuable lesson of gettinâ off right now.â he drawls in your ear, his body heat making your back arch.
amidst this, john b carries the same cool and collected energy. he leans against the couch as he keeps his eyes on yours, taking another sip of his beer before reaching out and taking your hand in his to gently soothe over your knuckles when you announce in a panic that they were going to make you cum.
âthaaaats it,â he hums, voice bassy and delicious enough to make you hold onto every word, thighs clenching painfully. âriiiiide it out.â
something about his nonchalance made you believe it was perhaps his idea, and not sarahâs like you previously believed.
#john b x reader x sarah#jj x reader x john b x sarah#this is random but had it on my mind đ#p!link
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I LOVE DU drow and I love your art style! I also really like how you draw Astarion's hair, it looks flowy but still with his trademark curls.
Can you give any advice on drawing Astarion's hair? I find it a nightmare to draw. Whenever I free hand it, it just doesn't have the amount of curliness I want, and when I try to use a reference it ends up looking rather stiff.
Take care and thanks for the art đ
THANK YOU though to be honest I'm shocked to find this ask in my inbox because every time I draw Astarion a war is waged between me and his hairdo. But sure, lets give this a shot!
First of all I feel like its a good idea not to be too attached to his in-game model hair when drawing unless your style is very realistic. The only reason why that dry-noodle helmet looks so regal and bouncy is because of the high-detailed graphics. Like you mentioned yourself and many of us have experienced, if you try and stick to it too closely in most art-styles it just ends up looking terribly stiff.
Instead, I suggest just keeping growth-direction and shape in mind and applying as much movement as you want to it when you draw it. Here's some things to remember that might help you with that:
-I employ the liquify tool a lot when sketching his hair because I never get it big enough on the first try, lol. This can also aid you with "distorting" more curliness into your lines if you aren't used to doing that right off the bat, just try not to become too reliant on it!
-I usually leave the areas around the ears and back alone but imply a lot of movement with the top and front of the hair, taking as many liberties as I want even if it's not entirely faithful to the model. I feel like the impression of curliness comes entirely from the silhouette of the hair and little fly-ways that I add, and everything else I just try to do without overthinking it too much for a more natural look.
In truth, I feel like a lot of times we get stuck on things like parting-placement, right amount of curl, which brush we're using yada-yada when in reality we are neglecting what actually makes a character's hair recognizable: Hairline, growth pattern, and shape. If you get these three things right I feel like everything else is entirely just stylistic choice. It's worth pulling away for a moment and checking on these things if you feel like you're continually unhappy with your outcome!
-Astarion has a hairline capable making most men over 30 cry. It's very low on the forehead and tight on the temples with the slightest hint of a widow's peak. As someone who drew a lot of big-foreheaded characters with receding hairlines prior, this was a STRUGGLE for me to get used to and a big reason why I felt like I couldn't get his hair to look "right" for the longest time.
-His hair swoops to the right side of his face in a fanning kind of shape and is the longest at the front and top. You can imply a strong part if you want, you can split it into sections, you can have it falling over his forehead or not at all - as long as it's going in the right direction you will probably be fine.
-A mistake I would catch myself making often was getting the shape totally wrong - making it too slick at the top and putting all the volume in the back when that's pretty much the exact opposite of what his hair does. IT'S ALL AT THE FRONT AND TOP, REPEAT IT TO YOURSELF LIKE IT'S A MANTRA: IT'S ALL AT THE FRONT AND TOP.
And lastly, if you absolutely hate how his hair looks or hate to draw it, you can forego all of this and just do whatever you want. These tips are only worth something if you like how I draw his hair specifically.
Hopefully this was helpful at all!
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possession w/ kang yeosang
i dreamt about spit play with yeosang as this is what has come of itâŚ.
@everyonewooeverywhere
words - đ
genre - nsfw/angst
warnings - dom!yeosang, sub!reader, mentions of infidelity but no actual cheating, spit play, finger sucking
as you chase your boyfriend up the stairs to your apartment, you find yourself regretting your choices. the mindless flirting had seemed like a good idea at the timeâyeosang knows youâd never cheat on him and it was just a little funâbut as you watch him enter the apartment, 5 paces ahead of you, you feel nothing but remorse. the door slams behind him, yeosang not even finding the courtesy to hold it open for you. you donât blame him, although you canât deny that it makes your heart sink. youâve really pissed him off tonight.
with a sigh you climb the last few stairs, heading straight for the closed door that separates you from your boyfriend. thereâs a lump in your throat as you hear your boyfriend shuffling around behind it, going about his business as if he didnât just leave you stranded outside. heâs mad, this time; like really, really, mad. maybe even sleep-on-the-sofa mad! you can already feel the ache in your neck, waking up with your head at a funny angle and your body paying the price.
fuck.
you move slowly as you push the door open, trying to prolong your fate. while yeosang wonât argue with you, you have no doubt heâll make his feelings clear through a few snide remarks and targeted looks. maybe it is your fault, but that doesnât mean you want to face the consequences. it doesnât mean you want your heart to be shattered into a million different pieces when your boyfriend lets you know exactly how much youâve hurt him. is it selfish of you? yes, but as is the nature of people. no one wants to be the one to break the trust of the people they love; no one wants to know about it when they have.
yeosang is already sitting on the sofa by the time the door is wide enough for you to slip inside. he barely casts you a glance as you kick your shoes off and slip off the jacket heâd silently draped across your shoulders when the two of you left the bar. it almost brings a smile to your face, knowing that even when heâs upset with you heâs still a gentleman. well, besides the slammed door and what now appears to be the silent treatment. itâs what you deserve, you tell yourself as you fold your arms over your chest and make your way to the sofa where he quietly sits.
âyeosang, iâm sorry,â your voice is meek as you ask for forgiveness, awkwardly shuffling from one foot to another like a child asking their parent for something they know theyâre not going to get. is that it? somewhere deep down, do you know you wonât get the forgiveness you crave?
yeosang doesnât answer, not verbally at least. the way he shuffles to the side slightly and pats the sofa next to him is a clear enough sign for him to be able to remain silent. you donât even have a reason to double guess yourself as you slip into the seat next to him. youâre careful not to brush up against him, not wanting to take liberties when youâve already taken far too many tonight. perhaps your guilty conscience is working overtime tonight, but youâd rather that than make mistake after mistake. youâd rather prove that you can be good for him.
the silence is uncomfortable as you bathe in it, soaking it in since there seems to be no other option for you. the consequences of breaking it arenât clear, and youâd rather not push your boyfriend any further than you already have. right now, youâre under his command, ready to bend to his every whim just for the slightest glimpse at forgiveness. youâre a toy soldier still in its box, waiting for the moment yeosang is ready to pull you out and play with you again.
youâd wait forever if you had to.
but just as you resign yourself to your fate, the sofa to your right shifts a little. you panic a little, not feeling even remotely prepared for the possibility of him leaving you so soon. itâs a relief when after a few seconds, the movement comes to a stop with yeosang still sitting firmly on the sofa. you risk looking at him, barely managing to stop yourself from jumping back in surprise when you find his eyes already on you, watching and waiting like tiger with its prey.
âmy girl looks so pretty tonight,â yeosang purrs, his voice dangerously low, âthat pretty little dress looks so good on my girlâs body, and your face? my girl has the prettiest one around, hm?â
my, my, myâŚ
if that isnât a sign of how big of a mess youâve made for yourself, then you really donât know what is. the only concept more terrifying than an upset yeosang is a possessive one, and you seemed to have flipped that switch without even realising. you gulp down your nerves, savouring the feeling of an empty mouth while you still have one. you know it wonât stay that way for much longerâŚ
âyeosang, iââ
he shakes his head with a cruel smile, âthat mouth has done more than enough damage already, donât you think?â you nod fervently, wanting nothing more than for him to see that you can behave for him. it might not do anything to lessen your punishment, but that doesnât mean you shouldnât try. he rolls his eyes as he watches you bend to his will, a hand quickly shooting out to grab hold of your hair and keep you in place. âpathetic,â he says softly, âtrying so hard to please me as if you havenât spent the whole night doing the opposite?â he tugs on your hair enough to tilt your head back, âif you really want to please me, then open your mouth.â
you knew this was coming, yet the command still sends electricity flowing straight down your spine to your empty hole. itâs a cruel fate, his words filling you with so much need that you know wonât be satiated tonight. as you part your lips and let your tongue roll over your bottom teeth, you canât help the whine of disappointment that slips from your throat.
âgood girl,â yeosang whispers as he slips two fingers from his free hand onto your tongue. you feel the drool pool up around his fingertips as he pushes down on the muscle and it doesnât take long until theyâre soaked in your spit. he retracts them, pulling his hand back and placing the two fingers between his own lips. itâs a disgustingly beautiful sight to see his eyes flutter closed as he sucks your spit from his own fingers, one that you couldnât draw your eyes away from if you even tried.
the moans he lets out as he hollows his cheeks around them are borderline pornographic; you canât help the way your thighs tense around nothing, your emptiness becoming more and more apparent with each passing second. what you wouldnât do to sit on his cock right now, to sink down onto the thick length he sports between his legs. it fills you up just the right amount, making you see stars without the stretch being overly painful. you donât think youâve ever needed anything more, yet you know as well as the man it belongs to that the only thing that dick is going to be inside of tonight is your throat, and that's only if you're lucky.
yeosang pulls his fingers free with a pop, his eyes fluttering open softly. he looks like sin itself as he tips his head back against the sofa and grins, already fucked out despite you not even having touched him. itâs a beautiful sight to behold and as you watch him revel in the debauchery of drinking your spit, you try your hardest to commit him to memory. the flushed cheeks, the wet lips, the glazed-over eyes; it all paints a fine picture that if you had it your way, youâd never want to forget.
âdo you want mine too?â he breathes out and you nod. it takes a moment or two for him to respond, but as he leans forwards, you let your lower jaw drop once more. he chuckles at your eagerness, simply watching you for a few seconds as you wait for him with your tongue out like a puppy. youâre patient, knowing you have no excuse not to be after your behaviour tonight, and with the way yeosang smiles so sweetly at you, you can tell heâs pleased.
but it doesnât take long for his smile to melt away and a wad of warm spit to land upon your tongue. your feel it rolling down the muscle, inching its way towards the tip as gravity takes control. thereâs a pleased look on yeosangâs face as you wait for his command to swallow, relishing your obedience as you let his spit slip away. âswallow,â he says just before a drip is able to fall and he watches in awe as you slip your tongue back into your mouth and gulp it down.
âthatâs my girl.â
#ateez x reader#ateez fanfic#ateez oneshot#ateez scenarios#ateez fic#ateez smut#ateez angst#yeosang x reader#yeosang smut#yeosang angst
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stolen sweethearts â cl16
genre: humor, angst, yearning, pining after three years so maybe slowburn??, fluff, second chances, whipped!charles
word count: 4.3k
Everything that leads to your wedding day and ends up with a knock on your door from your ex-boyfreind and an infamous letter.
req!...longer than intended, whoops! enjoy, anons :)
inspired by this !
âYouâre making a mistakeââ
Your eye twitches in the slightest, glossy lips curling into a snarl. âShut up and be quiet.â
âWhat?âÂ
Looking down at your boyfriend, dressed in Armani from head to toe and a blank expression, you wince apologetically. You grasp his hand tighter, knuckles becoming white, and smile widely, tears brimming the corner of your eyes. âNot you, honey!â A wet chuckle escapes when he visibly relaxes. âYes! Yes! A thousand times yes.â
The engagement party was a pleasant surprise, filled with congratulations and early wedding gifts. It also brought out a large group of your friends from hibernation. âFelicidades,â Carlos says with a teasing smirk. âI truly never thought Iâd see the day you settle.âÂ
You bit the air. âHa ha. That was the old me. New me is a completely changed woman thanks to true unconditional love. Itâs crazy, try it out some time,â you shoot back.Â
The Spaniard simply scowls and bows away, returning to his earlier conversation. You consider yourself luckyâas if you committed a successful heist and somehow got away with it. He was handsome, with bright eyes, dark hair, and tempting lips. There truly wasnât a single flaw to your now fiancĂŠ. And if there were, no one ironically saw it but Lando.
âYouâre making aââ
âMistake?â you finish off his sentence, sighing and rubbing your temples. âSo you say.â You were in the middle of ordering yourself another piĂąa colada when he hounded you like a madman. The Brit blows out with a tired expression, as if he were giving up on all of humanity.Â
âYes. Yes. A thousand times yes.â Angling your head to aim a dirty glare, you silently flip him off as he uses your earlier words against you.Â
âArenât you tired, Lan? Itâs been three years, let it go.â
The blue eyed boy musters a threatening look and then rips your sweet treat away from your grip, immediately claiming ownership. Your brows fly up with an offended scoff. He chugs it all down before shaking his curls adamantly. âNo, I will not let it go. Bloody hell, youâre one stubborn galâyou canât go through with this.â
For the shortest second, a ray of hesitance strikes your face when you spot your fiancĂŠ, happily indulging in a round of shots with Carlos, Max, and Daniel. The group laughs with amusement over something he says. Your lips wobble, turning back to your friend, shooting lasers. âWhy not? And please donât sayââ
âCharles.â Somehow, even with the mention of his name, your world still manages to spin off its axis, alarming your remaining sanity. Last time you saw the Monegasque was quite the day, ending with regretful words and inferior decisions. Lando grimaces when you let out a shaky breath. âYou know you havenât gotten over him. And I can guarantee you that thisâŚâ He spins his index finger around the flashing room. âWill not make the difference you're hoping it will.â
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Have you made your Christmas list? I told you I need it at least two weeks prior. I work well under pressure, but for Godâs sake, honey, this is too much. Charles chuckles, cleaning his pair of Ray Bans against the hem of your skirt. You sigh.Â
Oui. Making his way over to his duffel bag, he retreats a crumpled up piece of paper. Oh, um, shit. The green eyed boy cringes with embarrassment, pouting modestly. You swallow the giggle sliding up your throat when he frowns furthermore. I swear I had it! It must've gotten crushed with all my stuff. You know what? Charles strolls over to the flight of stairs. Iâll just make a new one, give me a sec.Â
As soon as he leaves, you yawn, stretching out like a cat. You canât help the fluffy feeling; Christmas always adds to it. But something about this one felt distinctively different and you couldnât place the reason why.Â
Your orbs flicker across the dimly lit room before falling back to the thin piece of paper. Patting your palms on your thighs, you get up and delicately open it up, curiosity overflowing. It shouldnât have mattered, he was going to re-write it anyways.Â
His calligraphy had always been messy, and yet you alwaysâsomehowâunderstood; from the start of his sentences to the final dot. But this had to be the one and only time you wish you werenât so comprehensive.Â
Iâve been thinking about us
A lot recently, actually
Iâve had some thoughts over these past few weeks and
I think we should just end things.
You bat your eyes, already feeling the pressure forming behind, stinging harshly. Was this meant for you? For you to find? Had it been intentional the moment he pulled out the fucking note? Would he just not come back and was it all an excuse?
But he does. And his pale face answers all of your questions.Â
Oh fuck, what have you done?
Rage fuels within you as you briskly brush away the acid sliding down your burgundy cheeks, heat rushing through your body. What have I done? What the fuck is this bullshit, Charles?Â
The Monegasque instantly rushes over, trying to get ahold of the piece of paper. You rapidly pull it away and force a step back as you let out a wet chuckle. He winces at the cold sound. Why would you do that? Why did you do that?
So youâre not denying it? You wrote this? You knew he had, his writing was imprinted into your brain like a manuscript you had professionally studied endless hours.
His skin only loses more color with every passing second. Iâm not trying to blame you! I did. I did write thatâbut that was so long ago, you have to believe me, and I can explain! He kneels down, silently pleading you to bless him with a spare minute. Just let me explain it all to you.Â
I never took you for a poet, you bitterly spit out as you continue skimming through the full page. You have a lot on your mindâa lot. Scanning his desperate state, you canât help but let out a soft whimper, scrunching your nose.Â
Iâm not, shit. He grips your thighs from where he is and lets out a set of shaky breaths. Do you remember whenâ
I don't want to remember, you let out. I just simply want to forget.Â
He can creepily hear the way your heart is breaking and how his follows along with every word, puncturing his soul. You donât even notice his coming arm, taking half of the note away and you irritatedly pull back, causing it to rip in half.Â
That does it, bullying you down to the floor where you start to cry. Out of anger, out of betrayal, out of everything. The green eyed boy tries to soothe you, mumbling into your hair but youâre too busy zoning out that you donât catch a single confession.
Leave.
Charles flinches; you can feel it as he presses close to you. What?
He almost doesnât recognize you when you furiously push him off, crawling back with a sense of suffocation. Pain crosses his eyes as he watches you create distance. I donât want you anymore. I donât want you here anymoreâleave.
Anyone who knows Charles would know that he never gave up. He either spoke down on himself and pitied for a while, but never ever gave up. So this was a first. A tough pill to swallow.
If that's what you want me to do, thenâŚokay. He stands up firmly, but inside heâs terrified that his limbs might call out for the day. But I love you. So donât ever ask me to stop. And he walks out of your life after evilly twisting the knife.
With a new note and ring box deep inside his pocket.
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Despaired eyes flicker over to where Charles eases into a conversation with Carmen and George, occasionally clenching his jaw. You hadnât invited himâthatâs just absurdâbut he had gotten word from blabbermouth Pierre and you didnât have the solidity to say no. From the looks of it, he didnât want to be here either.
âWell Iâve got news for you, my dear friend, I love Hudson, so climb on board because this is happeningâŚâ Your voice trails off the second your ex looks up, as if he felt your eyes drawn onto him. Normally theyâre dazzling and filled with joy, but the unfamiliar injured expression is like a punch to the gut. Your conscience calls you out on it, slapping you back into reality. Turning to Lando, you purse your lips tightly. âWho even is Charles?â
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âGod! When I saw Charles had showed up I just wanted to dig up a hole and never come out! Who would willingly go to their exes' engagement party?â Like a spinning top, you fume at Kika whose eyes shine at the sight of you, even after barking. âYou should have warned me Pierre would do that. God, I hate that jerk sometimes.â
The Portuguese hums. âMe tooâŚâ You flick a questionable brow. Kika giggles, fixing your white gown, feathering it out like a dove. âI know, I should have! Bad friend, bad friend,â she childishly says. You canât help rolling your eyes, returning your attention back to your reflection. âBut if weâre being truthful here, someone should have warned Charles.âÂ
âWhat are you talking about?â
Taking a quick sip of the complimentary champagne, she nods enthusiastically. âNo one gave him a heads up. He thought it was just any other ordinary partyânowhere near a proposal.âÂ
Your stomach churns, mortification taking over at the sudden report. Charlesâ reaction was odd, but you couldnât help filling up with satisfaction, climbing onto your high horse when you saw it. Never in a million years did you ever consider that being a surprise to him too. Hellooo? Coughing awkwardly, you swat her hand far away. Kika yelps.Â
âYeah, well he deserves it.â You chug down the rest of her drink in a matter of seconds. Her wide eyes grow larger as she nervously giggles. âNo one ever gave me a warning either.â
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You were never one for being superstitious, but if anyone ever taught you something valuable, then it would be to never make contact with the groom before the wedding ceremony. He probably didnât know any betterâit of course wasnât intentionalâbut that doesnât stop your heartbeat from spiking up when you spot your fiancĂŠ sauntering over to where to stand.
âWhat are you doing here?â you hiss. Hudson furrows his thick brow. What are you talking about? I came to see you. You look fucking hot by the way. Squeezing your eyes shut, you shoo him, expensive jewelry clinking against one another. âListen, thatâs sweet and all, but you need to leave or else youâre going to ruin it!â You already did, the devil on your shoulder growls. You try relaxing, but can still feel the tenseness shifting between your shoulder blades. âHudson, Iâm dead serious, go.â
The stubborn brunette raises his arms in defense, mouthing a quick wow and walking back out. Were you being a tad bit colder than intended? Was there a better way to deal with the unwanted interaction? Yes. Probably. Thatâs what you tried to convince yourself because you knew the longer you pondered, the quicker you would realize that Lando was right.
You were making a mistake.Â
Charles isnât any better off. He twists and turns the entire night, debating whether he should attend the occasion he knew would most likely make him flat line, but the curiosity definitely got to him. He always wondered what type of dress you would exclusively choose, perfect in every detail. Your hair, your heels. Your smile. Because they werenât all the same. There was the kind that would sort of slip to a subtle, shy frown when he would compliment you, so he often saw lots of those. Or the kind that would cause your eyes to crinkleâhe witnessed those when he would tickle you half to death, laughing loudly as tears would start to form. What he would kill to see you beam back at him once againâŚ
But naturally, he talked himself out of it. What good does it do for him? The following morning, as he blinks strangely at the white wall, he starts to reminisce to himself. Like your first dateâwhich was originally for both Carlos and Isaâbut you both weaseled your way in. Or the time he taught you how to skate; only to remember he doesnât know how to skate. He kept apologizing as the doctor secured your arm with a bright pink cast, but you only laughed, begging him to be the first to sign it. You were probably high off of meds, but still.Â
A peculiar feeling washes over as he spots an old shoe box. He almost dashes out of the arctic room when he realizes what it holds, but deliberately crunches down to open it.Â
And he knows what to do.
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âHe wants to see you,â Lily shrieks, peeking out into the hallway, then jumping back in. The teal dress was doing wonders for her skin tone, but you couldnât help the agitation. Tell him I donât want to see him. We have a whole lifetime to do that, you groan, slipping onto your heels.Â
Your bridesmaid clicks her tongue, widening the entrance as you hold back a much needed gasp. âI think you should tell him yourselfâŚâ
âI only need a minute,â Charles stammers, a thin layer of sweat coating his sharp nose. Youâre too afraid to speak, so you robotically nod as you watch everyone scurry out, giving you two privacy. The twenty-six year old shyly gets closer, gently pinching a piece of paper in between his clammy grip. Your heart stops. âI walked beneath a ladderâŚon my way here,â he clarifies. You blink, long lashes fluttering like a fan. âI donât think Iâll ever learn.â
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If I had known you were this manly, I wouldâve married you a lifetime ago. It slips out like a force of nature before you can stop yourself as your boyfriend halts from his task. The day was soon ending, late November, and you were both working together on painting the bedroom your dream shade. He had tried talking you out of it because it was simplyâjust whiteâ but you had hounded him until he agreed. Now he stands here with a white coloring staining his dark gray shirt and youâve never been happier.
Is that something you might want? Charles tries to play it cool, picking up from where he left off, lips itching into a goofy grin. To get married?
Youâre almost glad heâs not facing you since you're as bright as a tomato. I wonât lie, Iâve definitely thought about it. You take a sip of water, suddenly caught with a dry throat. Could be nice.Â
The Monegaque flips around to face you, placing the paint roller down and strolling over to where you sit criss-cross. You visibly gulp; electricity slipping into the small room. It would be, wouldnât it? His pink lips ghost over yours as you lean in a bit.Â
YeahâŚ
Could kiss you anytime I want⌠Kiss. Fuck you anytime I want⌠Another kiss. My fucking dream.
You moan against his touch, melting away like an ice cream sundae. I-I-I really think we could do it; be married. You had been together for so long now, youâre honestly surprised you hadnât had this conversation any sooner. I would choose that exact same shade for my dress, you squeal, pointing at the wet wall. He hums. Not eggshell, not timid whiteâwhipped cream, if you will.
Ahhhh, smart girl, he teases, nipping at your bottom lip. You practice this shit when Iâm not around?
You laugh. Iâve been taught all kinds of tones from birth. My father was a painter himself, remember?
Of course I do, mon amour. He only created the best piece of art yet, he announces with a cheshire smile, watercolor eyes pointing down at you. You blush.Â
Youâre such a klutz, you would probably do something stupid like walk underneath a ladder on our wedding day. You only do it every time, you say, wiggling out of his grip as he tickles you.Â
I swear I don't do that shit on purpose, it just happens, okay?
Pressing your nose against his, you cozily sigh. As long as we donât see eachother until the actual ceremony, then I wonât be too upset.Â
Is that a promise?
You nod. Thatâs a fucking vow.
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âYou called it.â
Shifting uncomfortably, you chuckle when you nearly tip over. âYeah, youâve always been like that, but donât think about it too muchâitâs not like itâs your wedding.â
He clenches his sharp jaw. âSure, but bad luck is bad luck, no? And I think Iâm quite familiar with it.â
His words shouldnât impact you so much years laters, but they do. Perhaps itâs due to his sorrowful stare, or his anxious tick, but it kills you just the same way it did that December night. You let out a light shudder, blinking away tears. âWhat do you want, Charles?â
âI wrote you a letter.â
Godâa heartfelt note is the last thing you wanted and today was not the day to receive it either. Or ever. Not when it came from him. âIâm sorry, but itâs a bit too late for that. Iâm about to be a married woman in approximately an hour.â You narrow your neat brows, flawless makeup shimmering against the sunbeams. âWhat gives you the right to walk back into my life, get shit off your chest for your own sake, and just for you to do what? Leave?âÂ
Youâre not being fair; not completely, but you can't help it. For the longest time, you thought you were over it, but clearly not. Charles licks his rosy lips, closing the gap between you two. âThis isnât something I just came up with.â He extends his arm out. âI wrote this three years ago.â
You inhale sharply, suspiciously eyeing the white paper. Please, just read it. Back then you could never turn him down, as much as you triedâŚ
And it appears like today wasnât any different.
Itâs almost hilarious to think about how much you cried on your proposal date and how much you are now. You were a light rain at best when Hudson got down on one knee, but Charles stands here, tall, and youâre a complete waterfall.Â
âY-you were going to ask me toâŚâ A headache comes rolling in as you let out a wet cry. âThis isnât true; it isnât real. You wrote this today and came here to fuck with me.â
The Monegasque shakes his head in panic, blood painting his higher cheekbones. âNoâlisten; the first letter you found, I did write that.â You grimace. âBut I swear I took it back immediately. Itâs just that you were getting so much hate during that time, and you would always cry, and then youâd say you were never cryingâŚYou were in a really dark place. Do you remember?â
How could you not? You knew not everyone was going to love you for dating one of the top Formula One drivers, but you never expected to read such brutal messages either. They were descriptive, and cruel, and ruthless, and it crushed you more than youâd like to admit. Which was fucking stupid since there was always a rather large community that loved and adored you, and Charles loved and adored youâand yet.
You release a shaky breath, desperately rubbing your eyelids. Lily would probably throw a fit at your now snotty and smudged makeup, but you couldnât really think too deeply about any of that right now. âWhat does that have to do with anything?â
The brunette cradles your face and you hate when you lean into his warm touch. âI just wanted all of that to end; for you to feel better. And I could never actually say the words, so I drafted a letter, and Iâm so fucking sorry, mon amour.â The tides crash inside your chest, getting harder to breathe. âIt has been my biggest regret. Hurting you.â
He did more than hurt you; he broke you completely. Like a porcelain doll, like a trophy, like a mirrorball; it ruined you. But you know he knows that when his eyes slowly turn red. âBut then I thought to myself, it doesnât have to be that way! W-we could restrict comments, I could post something and stand up for the woman I love, and I could reassure her by vowing the most sacred thing there could ever existâŚAnd I sat down and wrote this letter.â
If you thought Charles loved you before, then youâre a fool. He was utterly infatuated, devoted, obsessed and drowning in fervor. This letter may be old, slightly cutting loose around the edges, but itâs pinned as straight as can be. Not like the last.
âMy only mistake was writing the first, and to even consider giving up on us. My best decision has been writing the second, and promising to stick by you the way I knew I was put on this Earth to do.â Charles carefully draws you in closer. âBut I know nothing could ever fix the shit Iâve put you through, but Iâm begging for the chance to try.â He kisses your temple and you relax against his lips. âIâm fucking desperateâjust one.â
He slips out his original ring box and shines the gem back at you. Itâs smaller than the one Hudson had given you, thinner too.
But it has you written all over.
A dizzy spell hovers over as you blink hastily. Charles doesnât dare to breathe, waiting for you. âThis isnâtâŚI justâŚâ You bite your lower lip, glossy orbs flickering towards the band and then back at him. âThank you for taking the time to apologize and clear things up; I really needed that, but I canât do this.â You step out of his embrace, immediately freezing as if you were spending a winter in Iceland. His heart palpitates hysterically, green eyes skimming your features. âThis isnât what I had in mindâthis isnât whatâs supposed to happen,â you press sternly.
âYouâre right; itâs not.â Though you had just said the same, hearing him repeat it jams the knife deeper into your heart. You can hear chaos ensuing down the hallway, your friends chirping happily at one another. Contrary to what was going on in here. âItâs not because you canât marry him. Because you know you donât love him the way you say you do.â He laughs. âYou tolerate him at best! I saw the way you avoided him getting down on one knee that day. You kept running off until you couldnât anymore.â You burn up. âAnd who was the first person you looked for as he slipped that ring onto your finger? Me.â
âYouâre paying too much attention to detail,â you retort, almost snarling.
 âSure, and thatâs eggshell.â
Itâs like a slap to the face. Your blurry vision focuses onto your dress for a second before snapping back up. âItâs whipped cream. The way I wanted.â
The Monegasque rolls his watercolor eyes, nostrils fuming. âOpen up your eyes and seeâItâs. Eggshell. Nothing about this is anything you ever dreamt of for your wedding! From your dress, to your ring, to your fucking fiancĂŠ!â He huffs. âThis ring is all I could have afforded back then, but I would have sold my heart to get you a fucking star if thatâs what you wantedâŚBut youâve always liked the simpler things. You always said you didnât need a huge diamond to prove your devotion. Look at you now,â he says, signaling to your ring that swallows your hand whole. âAll of this is fake.â
Youâre sobbing now. Youâre bubbling with anger. Because he was here, with you, out of all days. Because he was still the same man who broke your heart and stitched it back up.Â
Because he was right.
Brushing your nose with the back of your hand, you stare up weakly, defeated. âWhat do you want me to do?â you whisper, brows drawn together as he folds over completely over your goddess state.
âDonât marry him and come with me.â
Though you knew that was what he wanted from the moment he walked past the door, it still knocked the last breath you held.Â
Things were never easy with him. There were constant fightsâbut that never seemed to matter by the end of the day. There was constant hateâbut you always braved through it because you needed him.Â
And he steadied you. Charles was the first one to apologize, even if the majority of arguments werenât his fault. Charles was the one who despite crushing his own heart, he wrote that letter to keep you untouched from his fans, from the media.
The letter hurt; like a motherfuckerâand it would take a while to forgiveâŚ
But thereâs no one else you would rather work through with it than with him.
Smiling softly, you nod, almost as if you canât believe youâre actually doing this. Charles lets out a heavy exhale, laughing as he hugs you tightly, leaving you like a fish out on land. But youâre giggling through it all. âI have to talk to Hudson first, oh God, I have to talk to his familyâŚâ you shriek, pale and mortified.
âYou know,â he starts. âWe could skip all of that and justââ
âNo,â you coldly press. Charlesâ brows fly up. âI have to do this.â Distancing yourself from him, you wobble to the wooden door before looking back at the handsome man who stands proudly with his neat suit. Butterflies expand freely. âYouâll still be here when I get back, right?â
With a single hand pressed against his heart, he nods, as if you held the keys to all gates. âIâll be wherever you need me to be from now on.â With that, you grin, eyes crinkling and exit the room.
What happened to your makeup? Lily squeals when she spots you running down the hallway, tripping over her tall heels as Alex catches her. There better be a reasonable explanation to this!
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Kinktober Day 3
Monsterfucking
monster!Oberyn Martell x f!Reader
Gif credits @pedrorascal
Summary: Your poison lessons with Oberyn went wrong when he accidentally drank the wrong potion. Warnings: +18, MDNI, monster fucking, unprotected PIV, dubcon, rough sex, dirty talk, possessed!Oberyn, insults Wordcount: 1,1k An: Oh god⌠this is my first time writing something like this. I have no idea if i even managed to portray the monster fucking well (just kill me ok). Today I just wanted to thank the people who read all my works on an ongoing basis (I see u @amyispxnk) and let you know that, YES, I see all the comments and reblogs, BUT I'm busy gettin ready for vacation, so I don't even have time to go on tumblr. I promise I'll answer everything when I'm at home, under the covers and with a warm cup of tea. So lots of kisses and hugs to the people who comment on my works. I love you xx
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You were prepared for a lot in life, meticulously improved your skills in every field.
History, magic and... potions.
Thanks to your skills, you were given the honor of personal lessons with the Prince of Dorne. In the old, dirty and forgotten basements of the castle, where there were only you, old books and thousands of glass vials filled with deadly substances.
When you look at it from a third-person perspective, it sounded like a guaranteed tragedy. And that's exactly what it was.
After a few hours, tiredness took over your senses, which in the circumstances you were in, was simply unacceptable.
No one in their right mind would continue such dangerous activities, feeling even the slightest dizziness from the lack of fresh air and sun. And yet, you two forgot yourselves, too caught up in your studies and how much fun you were having.
Because, it had to be admitted, there had been unspoken words between you for a long time and you took advantage of every moment together.
This is what led you to the situation you find yourself in.
Tragedy.
Even the two of you, some of the best scholars in the kingdom, couldn't have predicted that someone had mislabeled the vials. Such a small mistake had large and terrible consequences. And you became the only witness who, unfortunately for you, experienced the effects of a potion of unknown origin on your skin.
On your skin, or rather, in you.
âStay still.â Another loud growl bounced off the walls.
You squeezed your eyes shut, holding back a tearful moan. His body pressed you hard against the table as he tried to push deeper into you. Your body, however, was not used to such sudden and hard penetration.
You were shaking, trying to get used to the size of his cock, which had plunged into you just as unexpectedly as this whole situation had started.
You couldn't even fully process what was happening. His eyes went black in a split second, casting a terrifying darkness within him. A darkness that turned him into a mindless beast that longed to sink its teeth into the closest living creature - you.
âWhy do you have to be so tight,â he gasped against your ear and thrust his hips hard again, pushing deeper into you. âI want all of you.â
Your pussy was throbbing with pain and wild pleasure you had never known before. And even though the prince wasn't himself right now, this was what you had dreamed of since the day you met him; for him to sink into you and make you forget about everything.
You moaned loudly, gripping the edges of the table tighter as it creaked with every movement. Your eyes misted over each time his tip dug into your cervix.
âOberyn, please,â you sobbed.
You received a raspy laugh in response that didnât sound like him at all.
âPathetic little girl, you really think your prince is with us now?â
You shivered at the sound of his voice, strangely distant and deep.
He dug his fingers deeper into your hips, finally pushing himself all the way inside you. An animalistic groan escaped his throat as he could feel how wet and tight you were all over his cock, clenching around him over and over again.
You barely had time to catch your breath as his hot breath fanned your neck and another dark laugh reached your ears.
âSo what are you?â
Your question hung unanswered as he busied himself with inhaling your scent and licking your skin. You were overwhelmed by the closeness he was taking over you, everywhere, on every side. There was only him.
âI am everything he wants to be.â
He slowly pulled his hips back, allowing you to feel every inch of his manhood. You shivered, desire to have him inside of you again overwhelm your senses.
He didn't let your dreams wait long to come true.
He thrust into you, the force making both of you shudder. The feeling of bliss was so great that it took over him almost immediately as his hips slammed against yours.
Without thinking, he began to fuck you. Hard. Not allowing you to think. All you could focus on was how the pleasure and pain mingled into an addictive feeling that was building in your core.
âDo you know how long heâs wanted to feel your cunt?â he asked, breathing heavily from the pace he set for himself. âGods, how could he hold back for so long?â
He shook his head in disbelief, a wild glint passing through his black eyes as he stared at your pathetic form, moaning in adoration. He thrust into you harder, making you cry out. A pleased smirk appeared on his face before he leaned in close to you again.
âIâve had you for a few minutes and already want to keep you.â His breath fanned your ear, sending shivers down your spine. âForever sinking into your wet, warm flesh,â he purred.
âYes, please,â you gasped, overwhelmed by how good it felt to have him inside you, against you, on you. He was pleased with how drunk you were.
âGive me your orgasm, little mortal.â
His cock stimulated everything it needed, to bring you closer to your desired fulfillment. You had no idea if it was because of the demon that had taken control of him, or the fact that it was in his body and you could finally feel what it was like to have him inside you.
Oberyn thrust into you recklessly, as if that was all he was made for. Your increasingly loud moans only fueled him. He wanted more. More of you, your heavenly core, and your animalistic sounds.
âShow me what pleasure I give you,â he whispered, running his nose along your neck, where he sank his teeth a moment later.
He did it so hard, that the piercing pain went straight between your legs, and the orgasm shook your body. You screamed in euphoria, pulsating on him so hard that he had to pull out of you so he wouldn't come.
âI love the orgasms of sluts like you,â he laughed mockingly, and when he let you experience your fulfillment, he thrust into you again.
You sobbed, overwhelmed by the intense feelings you had just experienced. The shadow of your coming still wandered over your body when he started fucking you again.
âOh yes, even wetter and more sensitive,â he said with satisfaction as he listened to your helpless moans. âDon't worry, we're just gettinâ started.â
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from DIASOMNIA
- Warning: Yes, this is still a yandere thing. You have been warned. Gender-neutral reader.Â
- Characters: Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver, Sebek Zigvolt.
- Summary: (Continuation, after this âwe just got a letter, wonder where itâs fromâ) You have barred them from entering the safety of Ramshackle Dorm, but they are determined to make their words reach you. Which is why the letters begin arriving at your doorstep.
- Note: This is just the first part, only with Diasomnia. Iâll post the rest later once its written. For now, I hope you enjoy this part! Oh, and this was inspired by the mention of letters @qierxingââs fic inspired by the whole imposter au idea. So yeah. Hopefully I caught all the mistakes in this post because I am not rereading all that again.
Diasomnia  |  Ignihyde
Among the first letters you pick is carefully sealed in a black envelope. You found it peculiar that Grim, who had offered to use his claws to open the envelopes, hadnât been able to cause the slightest tear as if it were being protected by some magic. But it opened with ease during your first attempt to rip it open.
You didnât care much for the wax family crest that had sealed it, or the black envelope itself. Maybe it would feel liberating to just set them all ablaze as soon as you finished skimming over the carefully written words.
To my dearest human,
I understand the pain I have caused you.
Ever since that moment I betrayed you, all I have seen in my vision and in my mind is your expression of terror. It tortures me. Your terror spurred by my actions and my very own hands. I am your most beloved and loyalest of companions in this world, and yet, had my retainers behind those doors not intervened, you would have been gone forever. And it would have been all my doing, all my fault.
I write this letter to apologize, but as I write this, I realize that there is no forgiving what has been done. Ever. No matter how I plead or what comes from my lips. But I will say this: there are no amount of words that can truly convey how sorry I am. This will haunt me for the remainder of my centuries of life.
Agonizing thoughts plague my mind and torment me at all hours of the day and night, at every and each moment. Even now, I reflect on everything I had done to harm you. While, the time I believed in those falsehoods was minuscule compared to the days others knew and acted upon it, the fact still stands that I was too easily deceived by mere rumors alone. I was blinded by my rage when I heard that someone dared to impersonate you and had been the probable cause of your vesselâs malfunction, that I did not even take a brief respite to consider the validity of the information that reached my ears.
Believe me, although I realize you have no reason to hold even a shred of faith in a single word I say and for that I would not blame you, but I will atone for the crimes I have committed. In any way possible. Even if it takes my entire lifetime, I will continue forward until I have achieved this goal and you may smile upon me once again. There is a human saying, which if I recall correctly I believe goes something like, forgive but never forget. Well, I would beg for forgiveness, while knowing full well that my misdeeds will never truly be forgotten. The harm I inflicted will leave scars that will never fully fade.
For every scratch my nails left on your delicate flesh, you may drive vines of the sharpest thorns against my own skin until blood pools all around me. For every bruise from my hand that tainted you, I would hand you an iron sword to use as you wish against me until you believe Iâve had enough. If it pleased you, I would even utilize my magic to transform into a figure with wings, which I would then proceed to sever the wings by my own hand and offer them to you on a silver platter.
Any punishment you can think of, I would readily accept.
Although living with the guilt of my mistakes and knowledge of the weight of my actions against you, is by far the most painful torture Iâve ever known.
If I do not receive word from you soon, I fear I may go insane with my own guilt. Yet I know I bring this upon myself. And if I were to go insane, if I was not insane this entire time already, you are all that would be in my thoughts. You are all that would remain in the part of my mind that is intact. You are currently and have been all that I think of, so perhaps my sanity is already long gone.
I would venture into the deepest crevices of hell and back, just to prove my worth to you. Even if I must be punished for the rest of my life, so be it. But I implore you to allow me to redeem myself, let yourself bear witness to the incredible feats I may accomplish in your name. Redemption... The thought of perhaps one day receiving the blessing of your smile and your grace once more in the near or distant future, is the light at the end of the tunnel in this dark period of my existence. I am yours. Whether you still desire me or not, I will forever be yours, and I will brave through trials of fire to demonstrate my eternal devotion to you.
Just know that I will do everything in my power to please you. Whether it be to fulfill the judgement you cast upon me, to demonstrate my worth and determination to achieve redemption, or simply because you command it so, it shall be done.Â
For now, I will wait on your response and deliberate over my next course of action. Should you desire anything, anything at all, wether it be something as simple as traveling to the store for a purchase, you have a moment of recluse and desire company, or if you command me to move the island or clear the very heavens, all you must do is speak my name. Then, consider it done. Once my name is upon your lips, I will be there as the last syllable leaves your tongue.Â
I will await the moment I am summoned.
Forever yours,
Malleus Draconia
That was... unnerving. Your hand unconsciously drifted up to the slight puncture wounds on your neck. They had long since dried, but you vividly remember feeling the thin trail of crimson being drawn and dripping down like a steady stream.Â
You could remember the way Malleus withdrew as soon as he realized the truth, like he had been burned with his hands on you in that fashion. The blood, your blood, staining his sharpened nails. The red was deeper than any nail polish or ink.Â
You were nearly sent spiraling, until you felt a tap and the texture of paper against your arm. When you glance down, you see Grim pressing his paws with another crumpled letter onto you. The ink on this letter is red, but the felineâs wide curious eyes are a glowing blue.Â
âYou okay? Whatâs so interesting about that wall youâre lookinâ at? Youâre kinda just staring off into nothing there.âÂ
Offering a grateful nod to Grim who frowned worriedly, you accept the already opened envelope while tossing aside the letter from Malleus. âIâm good. Just... thinking.âÂ
Lifting a hand, you place your palm against his head and scratch the spot behind his ears. Grim lets out a content purr and holds a bag of junk food, which he probably found among the mountain of gifts, and curls up beside you. You continue the slow and soothing scratches as you use your freehand to unravel the letter Grim brought you from the towering stacks.Â
This envelope was already cut open. It was a light brown and more square-shaped as thin rope kept it tied together. It had a mash of colorful strings that formed a messy bow to top it off. At least, you assumed it was meant to be a bow, but it looked more like a messy knot that would be impossible to untangle. Good thing it was already partially cut by Grimâs claws earlier.Â
As mentioned, the ink was red, an interesting choice. While the handwriting was not as elegant as Malleusâ letter. Some words were written neatly, before falling off the line and blending with other words. Making it a bit difficult to read, but you managed.Â
If youâre reading this,Â
This means that I am not irredeemable in your eyes.Â
Had I been beyond redemption, you would have not even opened this letter. If this was a lost cause, a merry dance, this paper wouldâve been tossed into the trash without a second thought. But, my words have reached you. Youâre reading this right now, arenât you? Itâs why I decided to write this. I could predict the actions youâd take. You are different from your vessel, but itâs only natural that you would act similarly to the silly little doll you controlled, the same doll that sparked this whole fiasco.Â
I truly am so sorry if I frightened you. While I will admit, it was my intention to strike fear into your heart and use you to serve for another dubious purpose, that was when I hadnât recognized you. Although, I know this doesnât mean much to you, I figured I should be entirely honest to you. Itâs the least I can do. Iâm such a fool for being quick to believe the rumors like some sort of senseless child.
All I can do now, is remain true and offer up my loyalty. Itâs nothing compared to the mistakes I made, and Iâve made plenty, but I know an apology will never suffice. So, even if youâre still uncertain about redemption, Iâll remain loyal. Among all the beings and creatures Iâve met in my lifetime, you remain an enigma. Youâre human, but at the same time, youâre different. There continues to be so much I do not know of you. I wonder, could you hear me whenever I spoke to your plaything? Do you recall the stories I told, of my time as a reckless youth? Foolhardy, wild, that I was. But I was also fiercely loyal. For the Draconias, I razed down all foes like wheat in a field.Â
Now that I consider it, perhaps it's best if you hadnât heard me recount those tales. While I had been eager to share with you my experiences and act out my thrilling adventures, perhaps my story telling was much too graphic. I wouldnât want the vivid details of bloodshed to be cause for alarm as our most recent encounter was far from pleasant. You have to forgive me, sometimes I get carried away when narrating my accomplishments and exploits. Iâll share more light-hearted memories with you the next time we meet.Â
Our first meeting with your true self really went abysmally, didnât it? I know that things never really go as planned, so I donât bother planning such things in advance. But, I had pictured it to be a lovely moment. Silver and Sebek would look at you with shining eyes and proclaim their loyalty as they had practiced vows over and over again for such an occasion, I would get to embrace your true form and unlock your secrets, and of course Malleus would be truly content for once as he finally received the company he deserved.Â
But, as expected, things didnât go accordingly.Â
Those three youths are miserable, thinking of the proper words to pen, a way to apologize for the suffering theyâve caused. But now, we are the ones suffering because we hurt you.Â
They write and write, but tear their letters over and over again as they believe no words theyâve written so far are adequate. Soon theyâll realize that no words will ever be sufficient for an apology. Even if they were to create new words that are unheard of by any dictionary, it would not come close to being enough. Thatâs why Iâve decided to stick with this single attempt, because I already know that nothing I ever write will measure up to being acceptable.Â
There is something about you that always leaves me bemused. Your grace left me feeling dizzy and giddy, like I was experiencing a little crush again, although this was much more intense than any crush. The truth about your vessel controlled by you, had me perplexed as I had never heard of such a thing. And well, the disastrous chase that followed your arrival... you know that part well and could assume how I feel about that from what Iâve told you. At present, all I can do is remain loyal, for what my loyalty is worth to you. Beyond that, despite having an abundance of experiences, there is no such situation that could have prepared me for this moment.Â
Genuinely, I am stumped once again. I cannot even envision what can be done with my own two hands, that can be worthy of your attention once again and earn me redemption. But, you can be certain of one thing, and that is: my loyalty is undying. I still have a few years left in these old bones of mine, and I will use the rest of my life to serve you.Â
Whether you want me or not. If you still want me, I will be of use to you. Whatever you are in need of, a soldier, a plaything, a companion, or even someone to take out your anger on. I shall be it. If you donât want me, I will still be there. I will always be there to smile and lift your spirits like you once did for me through your doll.Â
I eagerly wait for word from you.Â
Until we meet again soon,Â
Lilia Vanrouge
None of these letters were comforting in the slightest. In fact, they only placed you further on edge. For a moment, you considered stopping it here after only two and getting rid of the rest.Â
Grim by now had settled in your lap, and looked up at you with those watchful blue eyes. Had he been staring at you the entire time?Â
âLet me guess, theyâre not taking it well?âÂ
âNo, not at all.â You answer with a grimace. If this was how they were like now, you didnât even want to know how they acted when they found out your vessel stopped working over a week ago.Â
âHuh, sucks for them.â The feline stretched out, his claws poking out for a moment before quickly retracting as he plopped back down on his back with his stomach up. Maybe it was his own attempts to fill the silence, or to let you know you werenât alone, but he eventually groaned. âHey, read me one. I wanna know what they say.âÂ
Unable to say no to your companion, you nodded slowly and smiled weakly, âAlright, alright, letâs see what we have here...âÂ
You plucked out a random letter with neat packaging. However, just because the exterior was pretty, didnât mean the interior message would be. You learned that already from the last two letters you had read.Â
This envelope looked somewhat similar to the last one, square-shaped and tied closed with string. However, instead of the knot of ribbons on it, it held a simpler gift. The brown rope around it was tied in a neat bow, and between the string were lavender stems with a small branch of wild berries.Â
Grim immediately indulged in the berries and the flowers, staining his little fangs and whiskers with the sweet sticky juice and purple petals. All the while exclaiming, âOh, oh! I remember this letter. Some bird came to drop it and it flew away just before I could catch it...âÂ
A short laugh escaped your lips as you hear him. âSo thatâs why you were grumbling this morning.âÂ
Not wanting to be reminded again, he swat his paw at your nose as the feline hissed, âShh! Just read already!âÂ
Dear player,Â
I truly am deeply remorseful and I offer my sincerest apologies.Â
I was to be a knight, that has been something I have strived for ever since I was a child. A knight not just to serve Malleus but to protect others, and eventually I discovered my purpose was to serve you as well. But... all I did was stand idly by and watch the torment. Shortly after meeting your vessel, I had promised to shield you from all danger. I broke that promise.Â
I cannot imagine how frightened you must have been. Had just one person stop and thought things through, they may have realized the horrible mistake that was being made. Had I acted as soon as I felt the tug on my heart when I saw you weakened and on the dirt, I may have saved you from anymore pain.Â
Those eyes, your eyes, I see them in my sleep. You were scared, and through your gaze you were pleading for help, were you not? I see it every time I close my eyes. You witnessed it yourself, the very moment when I had failed you. You were right there, so close I could have extended a helping hand. But my grief rendered me sightless, all I could think of in that moment is how my heart ached and how I longed to see you again. Even if it was through your vessel. The rumors didnât quite make any sense to me, as I wondered how could anyone possibly be so cruel as to tear you away from us?Â
Father had said that it would all be over soon. That capturing the imposter and bringing them to their knees, would make everything better. But when I saw you on the ground before we learned of your identity, I couldnât help but wonder if this was alright. Would the player have wanted this? Would they have scorned upon witnessing the scene? Would this undoubtedly end the throbbing pain I felt in my heart? The pain was becoming unbearable, and I was not the only one to feel it. The news made little sense to me. Sebek insisted that it was true, and Father seemed to believe so as well. However, that is no excuse for how I went along as if it were okay.Â
You were innocent and helpless, you, the player, not only witnessed the scene but were the victim. Iâm so sorry, I should have done something... If it were the only way to gain your forgiveness, I would spend every moment of my waking hours writing letters of apology. To do so I would keep myself awake for as long as humanely possible. If asked, I would use every moment to pen these letters, each different from the last. Although after several attempts in redoing this single letter, I realize that it would be a pointless endeavor.Â
After reflecting, the only way to make up for what I have do is be patient.Â
Be patient and await for word from you. I cannot force you, I cannot pressure you, I can only pause and prepare myself to do whatever I must in order to earn back your grace.Â
Please, do not keep me waiting too long. I know I have no right to ask you this. Iâm willing to wait years if needed, but part of me has this fear that I will never regain a spot near your heart until Iâm frail and feeble with age. Rest assured, even in old age, I would be willing to be your knight. Even if my bones ached, I would raise my sword and shield. If I couldnât use my weakened legs, I would call upon a horse to be my steed. And if I were to become magicless, I would use the remainder of my physical strength to serve you.Â
If I may be honest with you? I have no idea what to do. Yes, I said I would wait, but what else can I do? What can I do to eventually secure a place beside you, if it were possible? In times of trouble I normally turn to Lilia and Malleus for advice, however, I am a bit unsettled by their approach to this delicate matter. Truthfully, I am anxious, but while they share the sentiment, they are oddly confident that things will turn out alright in the end. I am unsure how they can muster the self-assurance to quell their fears. Maybe they know something that I do not, and have decided not to share this secret for now...Â
Nevertheless, for now Iâll eagerly anticipate the day we can reunite just as I have dreamed. I greatly look forward to the second where not only I can see you smile once again and your eyes might finally look at me with content, but also the moment where all those I know might get the opportunity to be in your peaceful grace.Â
Iâve dragged this letter on for too long. If you were to take something away from this letter, let it be this: I will carry out your wishes. No matter what you may think of me, whether it be a positive or negative image in your mind, I will continue forward in your name. Even if you think me unfit for the title of knight, then consider me a humble servant instead. Nothing will shake my commitment, and I will do whatever it is you ask.Â
This is a pledge that will not be broken.Â
Cordially,Â
Silver
This letter felt a bit lighter than the others. Still, it was slightly intense in its own way, but it was nowhere near as extreme as the previous two were. And, maybe you had a better opinion on Silver, not because he was gentle with his words but because he was one of the very few who hadnât threatened you, directly harmed you, or treated you cruelly.Â
But! He didnât get a free pass just because of that. Yes, he may not have directly caused any harm, but he didnât exactly help you either.Â
Grim had taken the letter from you, and inspected the paper in his paws. He held it above his head, scrunching up his nose a bit as he looked it over. âI dunno... heâs okay.âÂ
At that, you roll your eyes a bit as a smirk crept up from the corner of your mouth. âYouâre not just saying that because his letter came with a snack?âÂ
âNo! You think me easy to bribe? I think not! It would take a whole bucket full of berries just to get me to even discuss it. Then, Iâd turn them down and take the berries anyways!â The feline proclaimed his brilliant plan should that situation ever arise. Maybe the gifts you allowed him to take were starting to get to his head. âBut... he could be worse. Silver, as dumb as he was like everyone else, he did hear me out after they separated us.âÂ
Silver did that? If that were true, itâs possible that he wasnât as bad as the others who had wronged you.
âThatâs... good to know.â You murmur as you pluck up another random envelope from the pile.Â
The last envelope you pick up before you planned to take a break was surprisingly plain. It was just that. A plain white envelope, sealed by green wax with what looked like a family crest that depicted a creature with fangs and scales. One of the corners was crinkled, as if it was gripped too tightly there.Â
As soon as you slid out the folded letter, you were bombarded by the ink. Whoever had wrote this, seemed like they applied too much force. This caused certain parts of some letters to be too round and heavy with ink that made those bits feel damp and stain your fingers the slightest bit. Like whoever wrote this, placed just as much pressure with their hands on the pen gliding across the page, as much pressure as they felt weighing on their mind.Â
Great Player,Â
As I pen this, I am on my hands and knees.
I have prepared a multitude of letters which I will send daily, so that now and in the future you will continue to hear my apology and know I truly mean it. One admission of regret is not enough. An apology is only an acknowledgment of an offense, it does not absolve one of their wrongdoings. I know this! So, I, Sebek Zigvolt, will atone by any means necessary!Â
To you, the player who I wronged and deserves nothing but happiness and perfection, I give my deepest sincerest profuse apology. Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm SORRY. Right now when I look at my hands that I use to write, Iâm reminded of the vicious way I grabbed you like some... heathen! These hands sullied your flawless self, and for that alone I will never forgive myself!
Had it not been for the wise words of Master Lilia and the bothersome yet logical reasoning from Silver, I would have been at your door everyday, every hour, begging for a second chance. In the midst of brainstorming, I presented my idea of crawling on hands and knees, from Diasomnia to the Ramshackle Dorm, to deliver the letter myself. Then, I would display whatever cuts or bruises formed on my palms and knees which I would receive from the rocky roads or thorns, that way you may see my devotion was true and no lengths are too great when it comes to you! No matter the pain or burden! The idea seems to appeal to Lord Malleus, but I was told that it comes off as too extreme...
But! I beg to differ!! I only consider it so that you may understand what I feel, so that you might comprehend the things I would do for you, and receive me back in your good graces! Additionally, delivering the letter in this manner would cause me as much or more physical pain than I caused you! It is a shame that things have come to this. I had wished so much for our first proper meeting to be one of joy where you might accept me as your knight! In spite of that, I will not falter in shame! If I were to deliver the following letters in that method I had detailed earlier, I would wear the scars proudly! It would be physical proof of my faithfulness towards you!Â
I am sorry, and I will continue to say it. Perhaps, this may be presumptuous of me, but if you consider it, Diasomnia did not torment you nearly as long as any other insolent dorm had! And! We retainers accompanied Lord Malleus every day to check on the wellbeing of your vessel, and watch over it while investigating various possible approaches on how to revive Yuu. We diligently did this until the moment we encountered your true self!Â
I swear to you, no one shall harm you from this moment forth!Â
From now on, Iâll march forward and see to it that you are never hurt ever again! This is something I know that my fellow dormmates will tirelessly work toward as well.Â
Have you realized that we have been guarding you and the serenity of your dorm in the past days? Have you not thought it strange that none have come to needlessly pester you? Yes, that is all thanks to the efforts of those in Diasomnia! Even when you do not realize it, we are insuring your welfare and the tranquility you require to recover! Of course, as much as I desperately want to inform you of the details, I will not. It is best you donât know.Â
Now, I must be honest with you. Originally, I had planned this letter to be much longer and have contents that would have been much different than what you are currently reading. I aimed to be honest in my feelings! But before I could sign off on the original draft, I realized that the others may be in the right. It is possible that our devotion, my devotion, may come off as disquieting if I were completely sincere. Iâve had to restrain myself on many occasions, reminding myself to at least appear collected and controlled. That is not as easy as it sounds!Â
How could it be, when the one I must suppress my emotions and actions for, is you? Thatâs as if asking to repress part of my very soul and heart! I absolutely detest hiding it!! But when I remember this is for you and your own comfort, it becomes bearable. I can only hope that soon, very soon, I might be able to unveil my true sentiments towards you! As intense and extreme as they may be!Â
It seems that Iâm nearing the word limit that they imposed. Once again, I apologize. Iâll have to contemplate new ways to write âsorry.â I wish I could write a million more words for you! But even a million words wouldnât be anywhere near a satisfactory amount for me to detail how much I revere you! And it would take more than another million words for me to write a full apology, but even then I wouldnât be satisfied! No single letter is adequate enough, so be prepared to receive the rest I have written!Â
I will make sure they are delivered posthaste!Â
Faithfully,Â
Sebek ZigvoltÂ
Great... youâre back to being unnerved again.Â
There was something about them all being so weirdly obsessed, but in vary different ways. Malleus and Lilia puzzled you, they had you feeling the most uneasy by far. Maybe it had to do with the fact that they were both not human, they were arcane beings with enigmatic personalities and objectives that were incomprehensible to you.Â
Out of the four, Silver was the only one that was fully human like yourself, but even he was a bit of a mystery as he was raised by the fae. It was hard to be wary of him, which was probably because your distrust and fear of him wasnât as intense as it was towards the others due to his good nature and lack of actions he took during the whole disaster.Â
As for Sebek, well, he was unnerving in his own right but it was nowhere near on the level that Malleus and Lilia were on. At the very least he wasnât a complete mystery to you. It was easy to figure out his intentions, because he either said them or wore them on his sleeve.Â
Your mind was spinning as you looked over the four letters, filled with lines upon lines and more lines of pages. In that moment your breath quickened as you noticed the cloudy sky outside. For a brief second, you feared you would see that familiar flash of green lightning, taking you back to that dark day when you nearly died. Itâs like you could feel Sebekâs hands tightly gripping the back of your skull that forced you against the earth, you saw Silverâs sorrowful gaze that spoke a thousand words you didnât yet understand, you heard Liliaâs words hinting to a doomed fate of becoming some lifeless doll, and god, you couldnât forget him even if you wanted to. Malleus. He was the worst of all. You felt his nails and fingers constricting around your neck and squeezing out all the air, you saw his haunting green eyes with those slit pupils as he glowered at you with such anger and hate, and you heard what you had thought would be the last words you ever heard come from his lipsââ
âHey!âÂ
You were torn out of those dark thoughts by the feline in your lap. A concerned frown tugged at Grimâs lips, but once he saw he had your attention, he mustered a slight grin as he held up what looked like an armful of snacks. At least, as much as he could carry in his small paws. From his grin, you could see his little fangs still covered in the remnants of the berries and flower petals.
âLook, I found your favorite! This is getting boring, so letâs just take a break!â
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teacher!valeria x student!readerđŤśđŤś
(I imagen her and us having "study sessions" she calls us in her classroom to talk about our grades or she calls us in her classroom so she can "help" us with something that we didnt understand đťđťand could reader be a fem?. if u dont want to do this is ok!!đŤśâ¤ď¸)
Pairing: Valeria Garza x fem! Reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, university AU!, professor/student trope, age gap implied
A/n: this is literally so sexy, Iâm about to cream my fucking pantsđŠ
Okay, so this is a university au, in which Valeria is one of the professors. I have a feeling that she would be teaching something hard and complicated - letâs say math.
Professor Garza is very strict. Sheâs one of the people who value discipline and order over anything else, punishing everyone who dares disturbing it. Valeria wouldnât think twice before giving out detentions and extra work for behavior she deems unacceptable within auditorium. Chatting during her lectures? - detention. Forgetting to do homework she gave? - detention and double the amount of exercises you had to be handed over to her due to 3 pm the next day.
Many students fear Miss Garza, many hate her, many like her; but every single one has some sort of respect for her cold and stoic demeanor. Valeria is strict and demanding , but sheâs also one of the bestest - many students wish to be teached by her.
And even if it seems nearly impossible, Valeria does have favorites. Very few - 3-4 students in whole university, but boy are they privileged.
Valeria values conformity over anything else. She prefers students that are polite and well-behaved, never causing any commotion or fuss. And you happened to be just that - miss goody two shoes, one of the bestest in your year, never once failing ho hand in whatever assignment Valeria gave you, no matter how complicated or cumbersome the work was.
Garza quickly caught onto your skills, and by the end of first year she already valued you over the rest of your group. Not only the brilliance of your mind, which was capable of so many amazing thing, drew her in; youâre quite a sight for sore eye as well - clothes always neat and ironed, hair framing your pretty face perfectly no matter what, light makeup only highlighting your natural beauty. Valeria couldnât help her eyes lingering on your soft thighs whenever you decided on wearing a skirt or a dress to uni, flooding her head with images of these exact thighs spread wide before her.
It was quite a challenge for Valeria to find any mistakes in your works. You were a smart little girl, she had no doubts about it at that point. But every time, with extreme effort, professor Garza managed to find all the little flaws in your works. They did seem ridiculous tho, something other math professors wouldnât even deem as a mistake. So first time this happened you came up to the older woman, asking about your strangely low grade; and Valeria, voice softer with feigned sympathy, patiently explained why she had to grade you so lowly. âI hope you do better next time, hm?â Sheâd say with a small smile, dismissing you from her classroom. Oh how the sight of your pouting lips and teary eyes got her off
As semester drew nearer to its end your works didnât seem to improve even a slightest bit. At this point you were convinced that it was something personal - that professor Garza simply disliked you (oh if only you knew). So it was a surprise when Valeria called out for you to stay behind as everyone was leaving after the end of her lecture. You obediently descended the stairs of high auditorium, coming to her desk, standing there patiently as all the students left.
Once alone in the room, Valeria turned to face you, one hip leaning onto the edge of her working desk. Her dark eyes gazed at you from above thin lenses of her reading glasses, arms crossed over her chest making her tits perk up teasingly from within two unmade buttons of her white blouse.
âY/n, I wanted to talk to you about your gradesâ she said, her voice sounding a bit softer than usual - voice she used on you only. Your body tensed slightly at her words, your fingers gripping your books more tightly as you looked at her tentatively.
âI made a small research on your academic performance and it seems that you only struggle with my subject. Is there any particular reason to this?â She asked, concern lacing her words.
You bit your tongue, fighting back bitter words of indignation - it was Valeriaâs fault only that your grades in math were so low. But you kept silent, gazing dully onto the floor under your feet. Professor Garza heaved a heavy sigh, her heart thrumming loudly within her chest at what she was about to do.
âY/n, youâre a very smart girl, and I donât want you to ruin your record because of arithmetics. I can give you some extra creditâ she said calmly, your ears perking up at her words.
You looked up at the older woman, obviously surprised - Valeria never gave extra credit, no matter the circumstances. You blinked rapidly a few times - you wonât lose such an opportunity, youâd be a fool if you did.
âSure, Iâd be very grateful!â You said quickly, looking at Valeria with wide eager eyes.
She only smiled at your words, nodding for you to come closer. As you did, she took your books and notes out of your hands, placing them on the faraway side of her desk. âYou wonât need theseâ
As you were going to ask what she meant her warm hand clasped around the back of your neck, slamming you against her desk. With a small squeak you were bent over the table, your cheek squished against some papers scattered on top of it. You felt Valeriaâs hot chest pressing against your back, her free hand glided up and down the side of your hip as she whispered into your ear âNow I need you to be a good little girl and spread your legs widerâ
And you did. Arousal pooled in the pit of your stomach, making your knees go weak as Valeriaâs hand slipped in between your soft thighs - just like she always dreamed of, massaging your soft pussy through thin material of your panties.
Soon enough these same panties were shoved into your mouth to muffle all desperate cries tearing through your chest as to not disturb other professors in nearby auditoriums; three of Valeriaâs long fingers fucked in and out of your drooling pussy with loud squelching sounds, her fingertips grazing that one spot deep within you, making your eyes roll and toes curl.
You exited professor Garzaâs auditorium on trembling legs, your makeup and hair unnaturally messy, eyes unfocused and bleary but - most importantly - with impeccable record on arithmetics.
But to keep your math performance this way, you had to visit professor Garza some more for extracurricular activities <3
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Hi I was wondering if you could possibly make a cute regulus oneshot where regulus is just admiring the reader and compliments them in french knowing the reader doesn't understand. I love your posts so much. Hope you have a good day! đˇđ
-Regulus Black x reader
{Regulus loves to whisper French endearments to you}
Thank you lovely! đ also if there are any mistakes with the French please let me know and Iâll fix it right away, enjoy lovelies! đ
ââşââ âžââşââ ââşââ âžââşââ ââşââ âžââşââ ââşââ âžââşââ ââşââ âžââşââ
Another sigh falls from your lips as you stretch your arms before laying down against the soft picnic blanket, the feeling of the material against your skin only elicits another sigh which in turn makes Regulus let out a breathy chuckle, looking down at you with soft eyes.
âAre you okay?â He asks pushing your hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear, he smiles, an expression overflowing with love. You look up at him, your hand shielding your eyes from the afternoon sun as it casts down against you both, and you notice the way its orangey light dusts against his skin making him glow, just like an angel.
âYeah, mâjust getting a little tiredâ you whisper, and you watch as he lays down on his front, chin propped up on his elbows. He looks down at you and thereâs something in his expression that melts you completely.
He leans down to press a kiss or two against your jaw and then another to the corner of your mouth, smiling into the small peck. Regulus never fails to make you go all giddy, the small touches and his love-filled eyes, that have you hiding your face behind your hands.
You can hear him 'tut' slightly as his fingers wrap around your wrist, the warmth of his hand against yours as he guides them away from your face.
âThere we go,â he says with a smile, the sight has your chest blooming with warmth. He leans into you once again before whispering, âTu es tres jolieâ his lips peppering kisses against your face, and you swear your heart is skipping beats.
The words leave his mouth so beautifully and even if you havenât the slightest idea of what they mean they still seem so heavenly. In all honesty, he could be insulting you, the thought makes you chuckle.
You watch as he frowns slightly, tilting his head with slight confusion. âYou could be insulting me, I would never know,â you tell him, Regulus shakes his head, his curls that frame his face bouncing as he does so.
âI would neverâ he gasps with fake offence, a hand over his heart, âJe t'aime tellementâ he whispers, his hand resting on your hips as he lets his head fall against your shoulder.
âI still donât understandâ Your fingers thread through his wind-tussled hair and you can feel him chuckle against you.
âDo you want me to tell you?â He asks, sitting up slightly as he kisses your cheek, you nod with a small âMhmâ
He smiles, excitement flashing through his eyes as he pulls you up, both sitting crossed-legged on top of the soft blanket he whispers a quiet âOkayâ before he speaks again, âTu es tres jolieâ he says slowly, breaking down the words for you.
And for what you lack in knowledge of the language you make up for with passion, and he stifles his laughter behind his hand, âHey! Donât laugh, Iâm tryingâ you tell him with a slight twinge of embarrassment.
âIâm not laughing at you,â he says taking your hands in his, fingers entwined as he rests them on his lap, âNow listen carefullyâ he tells you as he repeats the words even more slowly.
âTu es tres jolieâ You give him a weary smile and he nods.
âPerfectâ he praises you, his thumb smoothing over the bumps of your knuckles, âIt means, you are very prettyâ he leans forward pressing his lips against yours, your noses bumping slightly with the action, and his gentle words leave you feeling all floaty.
He doesnât have time to pull away before your arms wrap around his shoulders pulling him back into you as you kiss him, although it doesnât last too long as you both end up smiling, which makes you both break out in a fit of giggles.
âTeach me more?â You ask, forehead resting against his.
âOf course beautiful,â he says, and he spends a good hour teaching you, enjoying how interested you seem to be. The sun will eventually set, and both you and Regulus pack away your small picnic into a basket before walking back to your quaint little village house, arms linked.
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âYouâre Mine Nowâ
Pairing: Aged!Up!Loâak x fem!omatikayan!reader
W/c: 2.5k (oops)
Warnings/content: MDNI, heavy smut, non-con, dacryphilia, innocence/corruption kink, possessive & rough Loâak, reader is a virgin, cream pie, (lmk if I missed any!)
A/n: this is for prompt 4 of Pandoraâs Bloody Moon. I know Biaâs acc is deleted but @hidden-snow asked that we continue the event. So here ya go, ya filthy sluts đ
Also credit to @sugarsong78 for creating the idea of the Blood Moon! â¤ď¸
P.S. if any of you have watched the movie Fear with Mark Wahlberg and Reese Witherspoonâ itâs kinda giving that whole psychopath vibe đ¤đ
Loâak had always had eyes for you. Sure, he got around and had his fair share of girls, but you made him unbelievably curious and he came to the conclusion that he needed to corrupt you before anyone else did, or he would never be satisfied.
Maybe it was because you were so untouchable. He was certain you were a virgin because he knew almost all the other guys have tried to sweet talk you and always end up failing, just like he did. He had thought he would have an advantage as the Oloâeyktanâs son but you still turned him down, much to his frustration.
It wasnât that he was desperate for sex, he could easily hook up with many of the other omatikaya girls. But something about you always intrigued him and drew in his attention. Maybe it was the chase that he liked so much, the fact that you wouldnât give into him made him want you more, like a challenge. He spent far too much time thinking about you and wanting to know more about you. He would talk to you and joke with you whenever he could, constantly trying to just earn a spot with you. There was even times he thought of you when he was fucking another girl so that he could finish. He was infatuated and wanted to have you and ruin you. He wanted to show you how good he can make you feel and watch you crumble over and over again though multiple orgasms until you were shaking from being overstimulated. He wanted to be the first. But how could he if you wouldnât even give him the slightest chance?
Tonight was the night the Blood Moon would make its appearance; all Naâvi knew and many prepared themselves the best they could. A lot of families essentially locked themselves inside their houses and took sleeping medicine so that they wouldnât be awake and outside roaming in their demon form.
On the other hand, a lot of Naâvi embraced this phenomenon. They thought of it as a natural way of life and it should be able to take its course through them for just one night of the year. Eywa made no mistakes to them, so surely there was a reason for this too.
Loâak was aware this was tonight and he made up his mind and had a plan in order. He was going to find you and have you, no matter what. And the scheming bastard was so clever that he already knew he was going to blame his shameful behavior on the Blood Moonâs effect on him, so that hopefully you would forgive him afterwards.
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You on the other hand, were one who didnât want to participate in this and you were going to take all the precautions to avoid everyone and the consequences. This wasnât your first rodeo, youâve done this before on this night each year and have been fine. Your process was to close off your entrance so one would come in and so the moonlight wouldnât touch you and make you possessed. Once the Blood moonlight hit the Naâvi skin, it was game over.
To trap yourself in, years ago you had made a woven covering supported with wooden beams that covers where your opening to your hut is. It was still evening but you would rather be safe then sorry so you put it up and tied it securely to the sides of your hut to keep it in place.
Then you sat and waited and ate your dinner alone. Praying to Eywa nothing would happen to you tonight.
âŚ
You lifted the covers on your cot to tuck yourself in, deciding to try and go ahead and go to sleep.
Your ear twitches as you hear a sound outside your living space, as if someone was walking up to your blocked-off entrance.
BANG, BANG, BANG.
Your heart dropped as you stared fearfully at your makeshift door being banged on repeatedly.
âYAWNEEEE!! ITS LOAKKK!!â He shouted loudly while still banging the door.
What in Eywaâs name? Loâak?? Yawne???
You were so shocked you didnât speak, not knowing what to say and hoping maybe heâd go away. He wouldnât be in his right mind right now.
The banging continued. âYou gonna let me in??? Or do I have to break in myself??â He yelled while obnoxiously laughing.
âL-Loâak, please go away! Iâm trying to sleep,â you tried to deny his request politely.
âNahhh baby, why would I leave when I need you so bad?? Think Iâll dieee if I donât get you!â
What the hell? This cannot be happening. Your heart was pounding and your hands were clammy in fear. He was literally insane right now.
Then he used all his strength which was heightened right now to shake and break your barrier down, snapping the ties loose and it fell forward with a thud in front of him.
Standing at the door, he instantly made eye contact with you sitting on your bed.
The sight of him was enough to make you nearly piss yourself. His skin was grey and his freckles were bright red, a much different look from his normal vibrant blue. But his eyes were the most horrific part; replacing the normal yellow tint, they were now red orbs glowing in the dark of the night. He smiled devilishly from ear to ear, flashing his even larger fangs and ran his tongue over his teeth like you were his delicious prey. He looked deranged, like a psycho.
âHi, yawne,â he whispered eerily, still smiling and staring deep into your soul. It seemed to make him smile bigger seeing how terrified you looked trying to cower back onto the bed. You noticed the tent in his loincloth and tears started forming in your eyes. You knew another effect of the Blood Moon was heightened sexual urges.
âLoâak please!! Donât do this!!â You begged.
He quietly stalked closer to you until he could kneel next to your bed. He was even scarier up close.
âWhy not? I donât think I can wait a second longer, baby,â he rubbed your leg and you jumped at the contact.
âI donât want to!â You cried, warm tears cascading down your cheeks.
You looked into those eyes and didnât see the Loâak you normally knew. No, he was possessed right now, of course it wasnât really him.
He ran his calloused hand up your leg to cup your pussy through your cloth. You barely whimpered in both terror and sudden pleasure shooting up your spine as you continued crying.
He grinned more. He thought you looked so pretty when you cried.
He then moved your loincloth to the side to touch your bare cunt.
âYouâre wet already. You may not want this but your pretty pussy is crying out for me,â he tried convincing you; and subconsciously himself.
He slid a finger inside you swiftly and watched your face intently for a reaction. You were trying so hard not to give him any reaction but you have never felt this before so the pleasure was an unknown feeling for you that you couldnât control.
All you could do was stare at him as your chest heaved up and down, adjusting to the new stretch his long finger provided.
He pulled it back and slammed back in. A gasp slipped out of your mouth as your pussy fluttered, gripping him perfectly.
âFuck, that little virgin pussy is sucking me in so tight. Donât worry, Iâll stretch you out a bit before you have to take my cock,â Loâak said.
âPlease stop,â you begged again and shook your head ânoâ, yet feeling betrayed by your body succumbing to the pleasure.
Your unwillingness seemed to only make him want you more. He was determined to make you take it and make you cum and feel good. By the end of it you were gonna like it, he promised himself in his mind.
âBut youâre doing so good. I gotta claim you as mine now,â he stated plainly, as if that wasnât a big deal nor required your consent.
He pumped his finger into you and you felt an unfamiliar tightening and gooey feeling in your lower stomach. It felt so good after the initial stretch. You tried to not moan but you couldnât help it, so you threw your head back so you at least wouldnât have to look at him. You spread your legs more without even thinking. He didnât want to wait any longer to ravish you, and ruin you and your innocence.
He suddenly yanked your loincloth off and decided your top needed to go too so he ripped it off as well, leaving you on display for him.
He nearly drooled at the sight, you were like a fresh meal set out and prepared for him, all for his taking.
âGonna make you cum first before I fuck you,â he told you.
He lowered his head to lick at your clit and continued pumping his single digit. The feeling of his rough tongue was something else, it was entirely foreign and nothing like you couldâve ever imagined. It was heavenly.
He then added another finger, assuming you were ready for it by the way your wetness coated his fingers and knuckles. Your sounds of pleasure tumbled from your lips and he savored every one of them like the sweetest song to his ears.
âFeels good, right?â He asked sensually.
You nodded your head and gave a whiny, pathetic âmhmmâ
âYeah I know it fucking does. Shouldâve done this to you a long time agoâ
Your brain didnât register that he wanted to do this before now, too. Your adrenaline coursed through your veins and all your senses were heightened. So many unfamiliar feelings all at once and you had no choice but to lay and take it.
âI-It feels weird,â you panted âlike Iâm about to peeâ your eyebrows scrunched up.
He laughed at your pure innocence, it filled him with so much pride and his ego swelled.
âThat means youâre gonna cum. Poor girls never felt an orgasm before, huh?â
Your heart sped up faster and the pleasure increased more and more, rushing you towards the climax.
âYou never even touched yourself? Really?â
You shook your head no, barely processing his words.
He made a noise almost like a growl. âFuck, youâre driving me crazy. So fucking sweet and innocent, all for me to corruptâ
And just like that, you felt a release rush through you and taking over your body. You shook uncontrollably and yelled loudly, conquering your first ever orgasm. He kept licking and pumping to prolong it. It then turned into oversensitivity and you pushing his head away the best you could. He decided to be nice and let off you.
You panted and tried to come back down from it, exhausted already. He chuckled and smiled at you as he licked up all your mess off his face and hand. Your eyebrows were still crunched, but right now it was in confusion and horror at how nasty he wasâ that just seemed so dirty.
Without saying another word, he pulled down his loincloth to let his cock spring out. You looked at it in curiosity and fear.
âNever seen one of these before, have you?â
You weakly shook your head no, wondering how in the world that was supposed to go inside you?
He started jerking himself slowly and you watched him, frozen in your place. He didnât take his eyes off you, those red eyes boring into your soul.
âGet on your hands and knees,â he roughly commanded, pointing at the floor in front of him.
You knew you had no choice but to obey, so you slowly and hesitantly did so.
âGood. Now arch that pretty back someâ
You again did as he said, poking your ass out more for him.
âMmmm. What a beautiful sight,â he spoke in awe and approval. He was checking out every part of you like this, staring mainly at your glistening, puffy cunt all eager and ready to be taken.
You were scared of him in his current state and trying to get this over with. You were sure he was gonna hurt you with his cock, judging by the size of him.
You heard him lower himself to his knees behind you and then felt his hand grab onto your hip. He lined himself up and you gasped when you felt his tip make contact with your hole.
âGonna make you mine now. Your mind, body, and soul will be connected to me now. You never forget your first. And donât worry, youâre gonna love this cock,â he said.
You weakly turned your head towards him and nodded, not wanting to anger him while he was like this. He could kill you right now if he wanted to.
âBeg for itâ
âW-What?â
âI said fucking beg for it. Act like you want it.â He demanded harshly. âGood girls say pleaseâ
âPlease, Loâakâ you whimpered weakly.
He spanked your ass hard. âSay it like you mean it!â
âPlease! Please! I need it!â
âGood girl,â he finally praised.
Shifting his hips forward, he pressed inside you. The stretch due to his thick girth was even better than he imagined. You were so warm and wet and tight for him.
You winced in pain at the stretch but honestly took it like a champ. You didnât want to sound pathetically in pain because of him and let him win this.
âYou feel so good,â he groaned deeply.
He started thrusting, setting a brutal pace. He was lost in the feeling, he had never felt a pussy this good.
You moaned and tried to cover your noise with your hand. You felt so full and his dick was reaching to where his fingers couldnât get to. He pressed his back over you and grabbed under your jaw to bring your face next to his. This caused your back to arch more, your flesh smacking and getting louder and louder
âTaking it so well. Be a good girl and cum on my cock, will you?â He asked while tilting his head to look at your face, sloppily kissing your cheek.
You hummed and moaned, not really answering him. Your face was scrunched up and your eyes occasionally opened to look at the ceiling. You were caught up in your pleasure too and were losing all your thoughts.
Before you could register, the feeling came again and your orgasm ripped through you. You made a mess on his dick as your juices flowed out while you convulsed on his length.
âFuck! Thatâs so hot,â Loâak grunted, watching your pussy cream on his cock. It was more than enough to make him finish too.
âGonna fill you up now so youâll smell like me and all the guys will know I claimed you for myself before they couldâ
His cum spurted inside you and painted your walls pearly white. You felt the warmness and the way everything got even more slippery as his dick was still fucking you, getting every last drop of cum out.
He finally slowed down and you slumped to the floor, absolutely exhausted.
âGood job yawne, Iâm so proud of you,â he praised sweetly, quite contrary to the way he appearedâ looking like a demon from a nightmare.
He rose up to go over and grab the boundary he broke through earlier. Your ears perked up and wondered what he was doing.
âGotta make sure no one else wonders in here with us,â he answered your unspoken question.
âYouâre mine now.â
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Willow says to weiss " turning down the arc boy was your biggest mistake
Weiss " I know. I know i am dumbass. I picked thar over the dragon " points to Neptune
The Dragons Treasure Horde
Weiss: Mom! Did you really sleep with, Jaune Arc?!
Willow stared at her daughter before placing her cup of tea down on the table.
Willow: Well, that is certainly one way to start a conversation...
Weiss: Well did you?
Willow: And, what if I did~?
Weiss: Oh gods... my mother slept with my friend...?!
Winter: D-Did you do this to help, Jaune accept me as his lover?
Willow: Oh no, not in the slightest my dear. Jaune wouldn't possibly accept such an offer; If offering the, Schnee Diamond to him didn't make you his bride to be, then certainly not sleeping with him would work. No, no, I slept with, Jaune because I wanted to~!
Winter: You wanted to sleep with a boy... Weiss's age...?!
Willow: No, I wanted to sleep with a man who is a better person that your father ever could be, and a man who is four times bigger than your father~!
Weiss: Ewwww!
Winter: H-How big is he...?
Willow: Listen girls... You know how loveless your father is emotionally.
Weiss: All to well...
Winter: Not to mention how abusive he can be...
Willow: Yes, since you know how loveless our marriage is, you don't want to even imagine how our sex life is.
Weiss: Knowing about, Mom's sex life with dad is worse than with, Jaune...
Winter: That's putting it lightly...
Willow: Girls, I met a handsome, well mannered young man who politely respected me, and my daughters. A man who was given the opportunity to acquire one of the Schnee's most prized family heirlooms in exchange for my daughters hand. And, he refused it, saying he would want to know my daughter before even the thought of marriage came to him.
Willow: If I had met this man when I was younger I would have probably married him, and would have had a loving family with him. But alas, I couldn't. So, while I was enjoying a wonderful time chatting with this reputable young man, and trying on new jewelry to replace all the fake ones, Jacques bought, and were subsequently eaten by, Jaune... I decided to seduce this man on the spot, and I managed to do so quite easily~!
Winter: H-How...?
Weiss: Winter?!
Winter: I want to know, okay?!
Willow: I'll tell you how, but only if you decide to pursue him in all sincerity. If you do that, I will tell you how I did it.
Winter: O-Okay...
Weiss: I thought you weren't interested in him?
Winter: I...?! I... I don't know... I've never been sure about love... so... I'm curious okay? Jaune seems like a really nice guy... And, he has mothers approval, so...?
Weiss: Well... He has matured a lot since I first met him...
Willow: Oh, he certainly has my approval~! Why after receiving some very interesting news last night, I suddenly developed a second wind... A rather vigorous second wind~!
Weiss: Eww...
Winter: What news did you receive?
Willow: My dear daughters... I 'regret' to inform you that you father is currently in a jail cell in, Vaccuo.
Weiss: He's what?!
Winter: H-How did that happen?
Willow: Apparently, Jaune Arc is the owner of the, Gem Refinery, the worlds largest producer of fine gem stones, raw, and refined minerals. What he also carries with that those accolades, is that he is also the owner of worlds second largest raw Dust, and refined Dust producer: The Fleck-Stone Industries.
Weiss: I was aware of the first part, but I didn't know he was the owner of. The Fleck-Stone Industries?! I can't believe I'm friends with fathers bane...?
Winter: Jaune is the owner the, Gem Refinery? Hmm... Atlas receives nearly sixty percent of its raw ores, and refined metals from them. Why wasn't I made aware of this?
Willow: Apparently, Jaune preferred to keep a low profile, and had several representatives to act as his proxy when it came to his business dealings. It wasn't until recently when, Jaune was ousted as this, Dragon King by your friend, Blake Belladonna, that his identity of being the owner of the Gem Refinery, and the Fleck-Stone Industries was made public knowledge.
Weiss: Oh, that makes sense why no none knew.
Winter: He didn't tell you?
Weiss: No. In fact, none of us knew he was a faunas until, Nora discovered his fangs when he yawned.
Willow: You said, Jaune was infatuated with you; Do you think it was because he was trying to usurp the, SDC through marriage?
Weiss: No, Jaune liked me because he thought I was giving him a complement when in fact I actually was insulting him...
Winter: You insulted him, and he thought it was a complement...?
Weiss: Jaune's has never had great luck with woman... until recently that is. In all honesty, father would be the one who would be trying to set us up together to usurp his company.
Winter: I find that rather plausible. He has tried to sell me off for a quick buck several times. But, what does any of this have to do with father rotting in a jail cell in, Vaccuo?
Willow: As you are aware the, SDC various, Dust mines are located in, and around the, Kingdoms of Atlas, Vale, and Minstrel. But, after the destruction, Atlas wrought upon, Vaccuo, and it's people, the people of, Vaccuo have no interest, nor desire to let any, Atlasian business within their boarders.
Willow: But, the land is rich with, Dust, and your father is a greedy whore. So, he has been trying for years to get a foothold in, Vaccuo. But, all the dust mines to be found in, Vaccuo are under, Jaune's control.
Winter: So, for your father wished to gain a foothold, the best way he could do that was to claim one of, Jaune's mines. But, both of his plans to usurp one of his mines failed... rather drastically at that.
Winter: What happened? I expect that father tried to buy out one of his mines.
Willow: He tried two things. He had his private militia force, Winter's Caw attacked, and try to steal, Dust from one of his mines. While he, and a few of his personal guard went to another mine to buy them out.
Weiss: And, what happened?
Willow: The militia were annihilated by, Jaune's sisters for threating children. And, after, Jaune's other sister refused Jacques offer, he threatened her, and she threw him in a jail cell for threating her, and destruction of business property. And, because of that, Jacques is not resting in a jail cell.
Weiss: Oh no... When are you getting him out...?
Winter: More importantly: Are you getting him out?
Willow: Well, Jacques's lawyers have been sent to get him out, but I doubt they will be all that effective. Evidently, they are already forcing, Jacques to stay in prison where he will be subject to hard labour for at least six months. That should be more than enough time for me to remove his taint, and reclaim the SDC under a true. Schnee's leadership.
Winter: You planned this with, Jaune didn't you.
Willow: What? Absoultly not! I did not conspire this with, Jaune in the slightest!
Weiss: Oh that's good to...?!
Willow: It was one of his sisters...
Winter: Haa... You do know I have to let, General Ironwood know about this?
Willow: What of it? This may be an international incident between, Atlas, and Vaccuo. By the time all the red tape has been dealt with he will be freed anyway.
Winter: Yes, but father is part of many dealings with the SDC, and the Atlas military. They will try to get him out as soon as possible. Least their pocket books take a rather drastic hit.
Willow: Ahh yes... Corrupt, and greedy politicians...
Willow put her cup down, and rose to her feet.
Willow: It seems I best get going... There is much work to be done, and the sooner the better. Goodbye my dears.
Weiss: Goodbye, Mother.
Winter: Have safe travels.
Willow: Before I go I must leave you with one word of advice. Weiss, you let an absolute catch of a man slip away from you.
Weiss: I know... I'm question my taste in men, if I fell for a womanizer than someone like, Jaune...
Willow: And, Winter... I'm not saying you have to marry this man... But, I'm saying that you should at least see where it could go. Take it from me, You're rather no live with regrets when it comes to love. They hurt more than any wound could possibly make.
Winter: I'll... I'll try mother... I'm not experience with love, and romance... But... I'll... I'll try... I swear!
Willow smiled as she leaned down, and kissed her daughter on the forehead.
Willow: I know you will... Goodbye my dears!
Winter: Goodbye mother!
Weiss: Take care!
The two sisters smiled as they watch their mother walk away with a notable limp in her steps.
This warm sisterly moment was swiftly broken as a group of hormonal woman came rushing in.
Blake: Where is she?!
Velvet: Where's the milf, Schnee?
Yang: I have questions I need to ask!
Pyrrha: She's gone...
Coco: Gods dammit!
Weiss: W-What are you doing?
Coco: We want to know how she did it!
Blake: How did your mother seduce, Jaune?!
Velvet: We must know this!
Winter: ...
Weiss: ...
Winter: We don't know...
Weiss: And, we won't tell you even if we did...
Yang: NO!
Blake: Thieving Schnee!
Velvet: You have to steal everything from us faunas!
Pyrrha: We can just ask, Jaune you know?
Coco: I know. But, I like the juicy gossip~!
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Willow was humming to herself as she made the way to the landing pad when to woman came up on her sides.
: Hello, Mr. Schnee.
Willow: Oh? Hello, Ms. Goodwitch, how nice to see you!
: Mrs. Schnee...
Willow: Why hello, Ms. Sienna Khann... What an unexpected pleasure~!
Glynda: We heard you spent a night with our dear, Knight...
Sienna: We need you to tell us what you did with our dear, Dragon King.
Willow: Hmmm~? We... While I am a kiss, and don't tell kind of girl. I know you fine ladies wouldn't tell those little children how I did it, now would you?
Sienna: Now why would we give up an edge to win the, Dragon King's heart.
Glynda: We're also kiss, and don't tell kind of woman. But, a little gossip between woman, there's nothing wrong with that, no~?
Willow: Not at all ladies... Not. At. All~!
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