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drunk-person · 3 months ago

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The Promises We Make

Pairing: King!Aemond Targaryen x lover!reader

Summary: She was supposed to be his. Not that filthy bastard. He knew her first. He loved her first. Only to they give her hand in marriage to Jacaerys Velaryon. But now the war is won, and as the new king Aemond can have whatever he wants, and he wants her. He wants to fulfill the promise he made to her outside the sept all those years ago.

WARNING: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, forced voyeurism, consensual exhibitionism, fingering, oral sex F and M receiving, anal sex (very little, but it's there), possessive sex, dom/sub tones if you squint, mentions of murder, Aemond murdering more kin, bastardophobia, Jacaerysphobia, no description for reader.

Word cont: 4.800k

A/n: My little contribution to Halloween "very evil laugh here". To my Aemond wives: This is basically the dirtiest, slightly darkest thing I've ever written, I'm blushing as I post it. Let's go!

Before

The sept was full of people to watch Prince Jacaerys' wedding, he waited anxiously next to the septon for the bride's arrival while slightly moving his hands.

The door opened and Lady Y/n walked in, at the same moment everyone turned to look at her. Y/n smiled beautifully as she struggled to walk down the hallway, feeling her legs still wobbly and slightly damp.

Her eyes burned as they met Jacaerys' and her smile grew even wider. Her steps became more confident, and when she reached the end of the walk, she stopped in front of the septon, still with that smile on her face.

Jacaerys watched her, visibly confused. They had met about three moons ago and the wedding had been arranged. Until then, he hadn't thought she was so eager to get married, since she barely spoke to him usually. But there she was, eager to marry him.

Interlude

Things had never been so bad. His mother and brothers had perished, and from what he could tell Daemon had also found the stranger, only he was left, the last one to survive. Jacaerys did not know if this was a gift or a punishment.

He could have fled, gone to the free cities and been free now. But he was no coward, he was a Targaryen and would not back down. But courage did not help him much when his uncle's men captured him and brought him to the black cells of the red keep.

Aemond Targaryen. Not content with the title of kinslayer after murdering Luke, he sought even deeper immoralities.

He murdered one by one all the ratcatchers at Aegon's command while they begged for their lives. He killed Rhaenys and exposed the charred remains of the queen who never be, to the kingdom after her victory. He personally beheaded each of the remaining ones who swore fealty to Rhaenyra. He burned the riverlands until only ashes remained on the ground without caring if there were innocents there. He personally exterminated House Strong from end to end, sparing no nobles or bastards, women or children.

At the end of the war, when everything seemed lost, he guided his uncle, Daemon Targaryen, into a trap. From what little was known, Aemond Targaryen lured him to Harrenhall Castle, where, separated from Caraxes, he ambushed him in a dark corridor and before the Rogue Prince knew what was happening, he was dead.

And now with the death of Aegon, who had finally succumbed to his wounds and died shortly after murdering Rhaenyra. Aemond had lost his title of one-eyed prince and kinslayer in favor of a new one.

King Aemond Targaryen, the cruel.

Now

The cell was opened with a loud noise and Jacaerys turned to see two guards enter the cell and drag him out without further explanation. And he just followed them without question, but he began to frown when he noticed that he was being taken to the bedroom wing of the fortress.

-Where are you taking me? - He asked, but received no answer.

The guards took him to one of the rooms, tied him to a chair with a thick rope, and without saying a word to him, left him there alone.

A little while later, the door opened behind Jacaerys, who felt the back of his neck shiver. The temperature in the room seemed to drop, and suddenly all sounds seemed to become quieter. There was no need to look back to know who had entered the room.

A low murmur left no doubt, Aemond had ordered him to be taken there.

-Enjoying your stay, my Lord Strong? - He asked in that cynical and cruel voice that made Jacaerys's blood boil in his veins.

-Velaryon. - He growled through his teeth, and Aemond just hummed as he gently curved his lips.

-No, it isn't. And we both know that. But now I don't need to pretend that you're nothing more than a bastard dressed as a prince walking around the court. - Aemond had a deadly voice as he spoke.

-What are you going to do? Murder me tied up like the coward that you are? Just like you did with Luke?

Aemond laughed as if Jacaerys was telling a joke.

-Please don't try to boost your own ego, we both also know that you wouldn't last even a breath in combat against me. - When he finished, Aemond was serious again.

-I'm not going to kill you, at least not yet. - His cruel voice sounded through the room.

-So what do you want from me? - Jacaerys glared at him angrily. - If you expect me to bend the knee, forget it, I will never do it.

-I don't need bastards to bend the knee to me, their false loyalty doesn't represent any value to me. I'm already the king. - He walked while mocking Jacaerys.

-But there are certain things that need to be put in their proper place. There are some promises I made that need to be kept because after all I am a man of my word.

Jacaerys did not understand a word of what Aemond was saying, and came to think that he had finally lost his mind. Until then there was a knock on the door and he said the words that changed everything.

-Come in, my dear.

The door opened and then closed behind him, soft footsteps sounded against the floor and to Jacaerys's horror when the person finally entered his field of vision he discovered that the one who had come through the door was Y/n, his Y/n. He clenched his fists, locking his jaw, trying to free himself from the chair. Aemond approached her and passed the back of his right hand gently across her face as she closed her eyes.

-Get away from her. - Jacaerys shouted in fury.

-I could. - Aemond just laughed as he addressed him again. - If she wanted me to stay away.

-She never wanted you, my dear bastard. It was always me. - Aemond's mocking smile almost tore his cheeks as he caressed Y/n's neck with his fingertips, his stomach tingling with contentment as he saw her sweet, soft skin shivering with his touch.

-Lie. - Jacaerys practically shouted as he stared at Aemond with cold eyes.

-I'm going to show you the lie. - The king said, suddenly becoming very serious, his eyes flashing in the direction of his bastard nephew.

-Take off your clothes. - He ordered Y/n who hesitated for a second because she was in front of Jacaerys.

-Aemond… - She blushed visibly looking at his hands.

-I said take off your clothes. - He murmured the order very seriously as he gently caressed her chin.

She then obeyed, and looking only at Aemond she removed them piece by piece little by little, becoming completely naked. The look of pure desire he gave her made her press her thighs together tightly as she bit her lip, momentarily forgetting that Jace was in the room.

-Come here, my love. - He called her, extending his hand and Y/n immediately went to meet him eagerly.

-Always so obedient to me. - He said, stroking her hair as she practically rubbed her head against his hand.

Jacaerys watched this without reacting. Y/n had never obeyed him, she seemed like a wild horse. She wouldn't let him touch her, she was never willing to sleep with him, she was cold and cruel no matter what he tried, the few times they lay together she hadn't even moved in bed, or completely removed her clothes, seeming to do nothing. the slightest matter of being there. And now here she was obediently naked before Aemond as she melted into his touches.

Aemond moved his hands down to her nipples and squeezed them languidly, making her open her mouth in a soft moan, while she leaned towards him, silently begging for more. He then brought his mouth to her left nipple, sucking and kissing it, making her moan softly for him as he caressed his hair, pulling his mouth closer and closer to her.

The king then brought his right hand to the top of Y/n's thighs and smiled mischievously against the flesh of her breast, still with the nipple between his teeth, as he felt the moisture that was there.

-Always so wet for me.

He then had an idea. And releasing Y/n, causing her to let out a groan of frustration, he positioned a chair in front of Jacaerys a short distance away.

-Sit here, my dear. - He waved his hand, and Y/n, even hesitantly, did so.

-Now I want you to open your beautiful legs for me, and rest them on the chair. - He spoke in that soft voice and Y/n felt herself blushing to the roots of her hair for doing that in front of Jacaery, but she did it anyway.

Aemond stopped behind her and slowly ran his hand down Y/n's body, caressing her breasts, her belly until he reached where he wanted. And then he opened the lips of her pussy, exposing her to Jace. The wetness dripped from inside her uncontrollably, wet like Jace had never seen.

Aemond smiled mischievously as he gently caressed her folds, spreading more and more of the fluids that ran from her pussy, making her moan and gasp.

-Just look at her, Jacaerys. - He said maliciously. - Melting for me, so wet.

-Has she ever wet herself like this for you? - He said, slapping Y/n's pearl, making her scream as she threw her head back.

-That's enough! - Jacaerys shouted, fuming with rage at seeing his wife in that situation.

Aemond just laughed darkly as he inserted two fingers into Y/n's intimacy, who threw her head back in pleasure with the movements he made.

-Oh my dear Lord Strong, this will only end when I have fucked each of her delicious holes in front of you and taught you how a lady likes to be treated.

As he said that, he squeezed that spongy spot inside Y/n, making her beg for his name in pure desperation. Her moist flesh pressed against Aemond's fingers, begging for more contact, begging to be filled.

-Always making such sweet sounds for me, sweet girl. - Aemond whispered close to her ear, making Y/n gasp squeezing the back of the chair with that voice sounding so close.

With an almost evil smile, gently licking his lips, Aemond turned around, lowering himself between her legs in front of the chair and without warning, pulling her by the thighs, leaving her wet and warm pussy very close to his face.

-Raise your hips a little for me, my dear. - He asked in a firm voice and she did it at the same moment, needing his care more than ever. - Good girl.

Without waiting another second, the king took her moist folds into his mouth, tasting her with desire, eliciting screams and gasps from her lips, which for Aemond were as sweet as that pussy.

-Oh Aemond… - She sighed his name between degrading moans of pleasure as he sucked her pearl and played with her using his tongue, while his long fingers hit that specific spot inside her that made her scream every time. - More, please, more.

Aemond laughed in pure malice against her, making her feel even more pleasure, her soft walls contracting against his fingers as her whole body began to spasm slightly, Y/n's moans became louder and more debauched as she tangled her hands in Aemond's silver hair, practically rubbing herself against his face as ecstasy took over her body, screaming the king's name in desperation as she reached her peak and collapsed against the chair, feeling boneless. The body giving slight spasms as Aemond teased her sensitive pearl with the tip of his tongue even after the intense orgasm.

-Who do you belong to? - Came the firm question in Aemond's laconic voice as he held her by the hair to face him, now standing in front of the chair.

-To you, my king. - She sighed, staring at him.

-Then get on your knees for me like the good girl I know you are! - He growled, still holding her by the hair, making Y/n moan with contentment as she got up from the chair with her legs still slightly shaking.

As she stood up, she caught a glimpse of Jacaerys again, momentarily even forgetting that he was there, and with a mischievous smile she knelt in front of the chair where Aemond was now sitting.

-You know what to do, Issa jorrāelagon. (My love). - He murmured with a sickly side smile to Jacaerys who was about to vomit, while delicately stroking Y/n's locks of hair.

-Yes, my king. - She sighed, nodding eagerly. Without needing to hear anything else, she guided her hands to the laces of Aemond's pants, pulling them avidly, overcome by the desire to please him too.

Her hungry eyes shone as she finally placed them on Aemond's already hard and leaking cock, caressing his hardness with a lewd smile on her lips. Y/n ran her soft hands all over his length, from the base to the tip, leaving a gentle caress with the tip of her thumb on the slit from where that pearly liquid slowly flowed.

With an even bigger smile when she heard the king grunt softly, she finally brought her lips to the tip of his cock, slowly sucking only that part until her cheeks sank, moaning at the same time as he felt the strong taste of his pre-cum on the tip of his tongue.

Breathing deeply through her nose, she lowered her lips as far as she could, sucking and licking him with praise. Taking her mouth off and taking a breath, she only lowered her lips to his balls and kissed and sucked them hard while she moved her hand back and forth on his member, eliciting grunts and gasps from his trembling lips. Without warning, she lowered her lips once more to his cock, making him growl and tangle his hands in her wild hair.

-I'll fuck your mouth. - He growled, giving the first thrust against her lips and Y/n did her best to nod, feeling her eyes water. Aemond grunted lightly with his hands tangled in Y/n's voluminous hair while she sucked his cock hard, kneeling between his legs more like a whore than a lady.

-That's enough. - He growled, feeling his body tremble slightly with agonizing pleasure on the edge of the abyss, making Y/n remove her mouth from his cock and look at him with those doe eyes shining with tears, as if she hadn't just sucked him like a whore, her lips still full of saliva and pre-cum.

-Come here, sweet girl. - He pulled her to sit on his lap with a sideways smile, leaving a hungry and wet kiss on her lips, feeling her moan and rub her hot, wet mouth against him hungrily. For a moment he almost forgot about Jacaerys' presence in the room, so lost in the softness of Y/n's lips and pussy.

Until he heard the sound of wood hitting the floor and looked at his nephew over Y/n's shoulder, letting out a laugh when he saw him writhing in his chair, his eyes burning with fury as he tried to free himself.

-I thought you were stronger than that, my dear nephew. - Aemond murmured mockingly as he firmly squeezed Y/n's ass with both hands, making her moan and throw her head back, rubbing herself even more against his cock.

-Aemond please…- She sighed without caring about Jacaerys. - Please…

-Please what, my sweet? - He asked, laughing, kissing her neck roughly as he looked cruelly at Jace, waiting for Y/n's answer.

-Fuck me. - She begged him without any shame, grinding on his thighs and rubbing her wet folds against his hard, leaking member. - Please fuck me, my king. I'm yours.

-Did you hear that, bastard? - Aemond growled, serrated his lips and then biting Y/n's neck, making her scream for him. - It's me she wants!

With these words, he brought his right hand to the friction zone between the two of them and with a smile of satisfaction, guided his own hard cock, leaking inside her, making her moan with satisfaction as she descended on him.

-Yes… yes… yes… - She sighed in joy, feeling him stretch every corner of her to the edge, scratching the leather of his jerkin, hungry for more contact, hungry for more of Aemond.

-My girl is so needy. - Aemond hissed, slamming his hips against hers firmly, making her scream. - Always eager for my touch, always begging for me.

-Harder, Aemond. - She moaned between sighs as she nodded her head, going crazy with each bite the king left on her neck. Going up and down on his cock, riding him harder and harder, feeling goosebumps covering her skin with the sensation of pleasure that only Aemond could give her. - Please… please…

Growling with pleasure, Aemond tangled his left hand in her hair and pulled her against him, taking her lips in a wild kiss full of greedy bites, while lifting her hips from the chair harder, making her tremble above him and grip him even tighter.

Pulling her lower lip into a bite, he trailed kisses down her neck to her breasts, sucking and caressing them with his tongue, drawing even more pleasure from Y/n, who threw her head back lost in pleasure, finding her husband's glazed eyes watching the scene, looking like he was about to vomit.

The pleasure in her core multiplied. She liked the feeling. She liked seeing the humiliation in Jacaerys' eyes as Aemond took her. Y/n liked the feeling of knowing that he was feeling even more humiliated than she felt every time she was forced to endure his touch.

Feeling Y/n's walls contracting around him, Aemond guided his hand to her sensitive pearl that gently brushed against his pelvis with synchronized movements and caressed her even harder, making her scream and tremble above him, rolling her eyes in pure pleasure.

-Who do you belong to? - He growled breathlessly into her ear, feeling on the verge of his own orgasm.

-You, my king! - She practically sobbed amidst her moans, burying her face contorted with pleasure in the gap between his neck and shoulder, still riding him with trembling legs. - You. Only you.

-Look closely, you bastard. - Aemond growled, rolling his eyes in pleasure as he fucked Y/n with abandon. - I want you to see how well she cums on my cock.

With a loud moan of Aemond's name, Y/n came all over his cock, shuddering and convulsing as she collapsed on him, squeezing him so hard that she practically ripped the orgasm out of the king, who grunted and bit her shoulder, feeling the pleasure tear him apart as his seed invaded her hot pussy.

The two of them stood still for a few moments, panting and immersed in pleasure. The only sound in the room was their uneven breathing. Jacaerys could very well be dead in all that silence. Little by little, Aemond felt his cock slowly come back to life as Y/n's pussy spasmed around him, driving him completely crazy.

She whimpered against Aemond's neck, feeling his now semi-erect cock still buried deep in her sensitive intimacy. Aemond cooed softly at her as he stroked her hair.

-Are you okay, my dear?

She nodded at him as she stared at him with a tear-stained face.

-Can you hold one more for me? - He asked, tucking a strand of Y/n's wild hair behind her ear.

-Yes. - She sighed, throwing her arms around his neck and panting when she felt Aemond harden beneath her again.

-Then be good, go to the bed and get on your hands and knees for me. - He murmured with his lips pressed against Y/n's ear, while firmly squeezing both of her ass cheeks.

Y/n stood up and gasped as her body disconnected from Aemond's and with wobbly legs she walked slowly to the bed, not sparing even a glance at her husband still tied to the chair. Aemond's seed ran down her thighs along with her own fluids and with a sigh she knelt on the bed making every effort to stay steady, with her legs aching after sex.

Aemond walked to the bed and opening the last drawer he took the bottle of oil and Y/n moaned with contentment already knowing what was coming. He positioned himself behind her and gently kissed each of her ass cheeks before spreading them, exposing her wrinkled hole. She sighed at him and leaned her body even further forward just as she knew Aemond liked, her gaze meeting Jace's at that moment with a smile of pure satisfaction as she saw tears running down his damn face.

Y/n then felt the first finger soaked in oil entering her ass and sighed as she buried her face between the sheets. It didn't take long for Aemond to insert the second and then the third while making slow movements with his hand. He brought his other hand to her swollen clitoris and gently stimulated it, making her sigh and moan with the double stimulation.

And when he removed his fingers she waited anxiously for what was to come, the feeling of pleasure taking over her body as Aemond invaded her ass with his cock slowly.

-Seven hells. - Aemond moaned as he sheathed himself completely inside her. - Always so tight back here.

He then slapped Y/n's ass making her moan and began to fuck her hard against the mattress while she moaned desperately. Aemond pressed her pearl again leaving her a mess of moans and gasps for him as she begged for more. She no longer had any strength in her arms and collapsed on the bed, only with her hips raised as Aemond held them and she tried to keep them in the right position with the little strength she had left in her body.

-Whose cunt is this Y/n? - Aemond growled as he pinched her pearl between his fingers making her scream and spasm on the sheets.

-Y-yours Aemond. - She whimpered at him with tears of pleasure running down her cheeks.

-And whose mouth is this? - He murmured leaning down and kissing her in a way that could be passionate and dirty at the same time.

-Only yours my king. - She moaned between kisses.

-And whose is this tight, delicious ass? - He asked, slapping her left cheek, fucking her even harder while stimulating her clitoris with his fingertips.

-Yours. - Y/n cried and moaned. - Only yours, Aemond. Only yours. Always only yours my king.

Jacaerys could no longer look, could no longer feel repulsion, all of this was too much for him. Y/n was his, it was not supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be the king. Y/n was supposed to be his wife. Tears ran uncontrollably down his face as he saw his wife being degraded in the worst and most repulsive way before his eyes.

-Cum for me one more time Issa jorrāelagon. (My love). - Aemond spoke with his body glued to hers as he sped up his movements, and shortly after Y/n came with a moan and collapsed on the bed while Aemond came deep in her ass with a guttural moan and bit her right shoulder.

-I love you. - She said with a tired smile as Aemond pulled out of her and kept his own intimacy in his pants.

-Avy jorrāelan tolī, issa jorrāelagon. (I love you too, my love). - He murmured softly only for Y/n's tired and sleepy ears, as he left a wet kiss between her shoulder blades.

Y/n had never said those words to Jacaerys, had never even come close, had never even told him that he was tolerable. And a tear of pure hatred and betrayal ran down his face. He saw her in bed falling asleep covered in sweat with Aemond's seed dripping down her holes while Aemond smiled victoriously at him.

-What did you do all this for? - He asked with a choked voice trying to keep it steady, feeling the bile about to make him vomit after seeing one of the greatest atrocities of life happen in front of him. - You already had her now.

Aemond walked slowly towards Jacaerys with confident steps and a smile that was a mix of victory and malice.

-No my hateful nephew. I always had her. She was always mine. And you always trying to steal what is not yours dared to put your filthy paws on her perfect body! - He hissed with his eyes burning with fury, leaning over the chair and staring at him deeply.

-On your wedding day she came to me crying and begged me to take her virginity so that she would not have it stolen by you. - He smiled at the memory in an almost melancholic way. - And I did as she asked and fucked her, while she was still wearing that wedding dress, before you had even seen her in it.

-When she entered the sept, it was with my seed dripping down her thighs, just like now. - Aemond laughed victoriously as he watched Jace shake his head in pure shock and sadness.

-She never wanted you, she came to me every chance she got and begged me to give her the pleasure she knew only I could give her. - He hissed angrily, his voice low and deadly. - She told me she felt disgusted every time she needed to feel your touch against her skin and that she would kill you in your sleep if she could.

If Aemond had told him this a few hours ago, Jace would have denied it, said he was lying, but now… there was no denying the facts. Not after the torture she had subjected him to. Not after seeing his wife being sodomized by his uncle while she cried and begged for more beneath him.

-And now… - Aemond said, approaching with a sick smile as he pulled the dagger from his belt. - I will fulfill the promise I made her years ago.

And with his eyes still glazed over from the nightmare he had been forced to watch, Jacaerys waited silently for the stranger, who was certainly coming to meet him in the form of Aemond Targaryen.

The promise

-When my brother is king and I am your hand, I will take you for myself in front of that filthy bastard, and when I finish giving you pleasure, I will cut his throat and take you as my wife. - Aemond whispered softly against her jugular, very close to her ear, making her skin crawl.

And with that promise, Lady Y/n entered the sept to marry Prince Jacaerys with a smile on her face.

The future

Y/n felt free, she felt light, she felt like the most beautiful creature in all the kingdoms. The maids were preparing her wedding dress, beautiful as only something royal could be.

The council warned Aemond about the fact that marrying the wife of Prince Jacaerys, who had consistent rumors that the king himself had slit his throat, would not help improve his already low reputation. But he did not care. And ignoring all opinions, he set the wedding date as soon as possible, because he was sure that his seed had already taken root now with the absence of moon tea.

And today, finally, the most important day of all had arrived. She would finally be Aemond's, Aemond's and his alone, no more unwanted touches, no more pain, no more tears. She would be his alone. And that was why she smiled as they arranged her clothes. Shortly after they had finished dressing, combing her hair and putting her shoes on, all the maids left her alone in the room. It wasn't long before she heard a light knock on the door. Frowning, she went over and opened it, finding a young page standing there with a yellowed piece of paper between his fingers.

-The king ordered this to be delivered to you my lady. - He said, giving her the paper, bowing and then walking away.

Y/n smiled even wider if possible, and when she opened the paper, she thought her heart would explode with pure happiness.

"I'm thinking of you, see you in the sept.

A.T."

She pressed the letter to her chest with a sigh of joy, and then safely put it away in her bedside drawer.

Lady Y/n, soon to be queen, entered the sept with a smile from ear to ear, but this time it was for all the right reasons.

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hedgehog-moss · 1 month ago

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Pls give recommendations for Odd books 🙏

Here we go, a list of literary oddity :) This post contains majestic spheres, alien taxonomies, cruel subway polytheism, a fourth-dimensional cat, disturbing earthworms, infinite space football, existential mussel terror, a Parisian absurdist time loop, and a picture of a telegraph-pole-man-cheetah. I'm not exactly recommending these books, in the sense that I won't take any complaints if you find them more odd than good, and some of them transcend the concepts of good and bad anyway.

• The Other City, Michal Ajvaz. It's all like this:

• Contes du demi-sommeil, Marcel Béalu ('Half-asleep tales') —is the book that prompted my post about stories that have no ambition or justification beyond being odd. I'm sad that it hasn't been translated :( One of the tales is about a strange opaline sphere that rolls on the road. It doesn't accelerate when the road becomes a steep slope but continues rolling majestically. At one point it floats away towards the sky. Someone wonders if it was the moon. Someone else says authoritatively "It was an angel's egg." Everyone is reassured by this explanation. The whole thing feels exactly like remembering a dream you had. There is also a man who reads too much and whose body atrophies so only his head is left and his wife puts it in an egg cup for better stability.

• Leonora Carrington— The Skeleton's Holiday, or maybe the Hearing Trumpet. I've read them so long ago but I think the latter is the one with the old ladies and nuns? There's also a guy who was murdered in his bath by a still-life painter because he said there was a carrot in one of his paintings, but it might not have been a carrot? It's hard to remember details from this book without feeling like I might be making them up. Bonus Leonora Carrington painting which kind of feels like a short story:

• The Codex Seraphinianus, of course. I wish there were more bizarre encyclopaedias out there.

Also I love this review:

• Sleep Has His House, Anna Kavan —I really liked the way this book used language; making life feel like a fever dream even more than in Samanta Schweblin's Fever Dream (which I really liked too.)

The eye is checking a record of silence, space; a nightmare, every horror of this world in its frigid and blank neutrality. The actual scope of its orbit depends on the individual concept of desolation, but approximate symbols are suggested in long roving perspectives of ocean, black swelled, in slow undulation, each whaleback swell plated in armour-hard brilliance with the moonlight clanking along it . . .

• The second half of Michael Ende's Neverending Story, where things get stranger! I remember the hand-shaped castle with eyes and the city of amnesiac former emperors and the miserable ugly worms who cry all the time out of shame then create beautiful architecture with their tears...

• The Gray House, Mariam Petrosyan. This is the one I had in mind when I talked about a 'museum of the strange, but one you wouldn't want to be trapped in after closing time'. Another book that made me feel uncomfortable in a similar (good) way was Edward Carey's Observatory Mansions, the protagonist of which is a man who curates an odd private museum and can't stand the sight of his own hands.

• Oh, speaking of uncomfortable, and hands—He Digs A Hole, by Danger Slater. To me this book was in the more-odd-than-good category but I liked its refusal to have a coherent philosophical meaning. It's about a man who can't sleep so he goes to his garden shed and saws off his hands and replaces them with gardening tools. Then he starts digging a hole. And then it gets weird. (Read at your own discretion if you have a worm phobia; there's some body horror featuring sexually aggressive earthworms. And then it gets disturbing.)

• 17776 — Someone sent me an ask a few years back to recommend this online multimedia narrative to me and I really enjoyed it! Here's the summary, borrowed from the wiki page: Set in the distant future in which all humans have become immortal and infertile, the series follows three sapient space probes that watch humanity play an evolved form of American football in which games can be played for millennia over distances of thousands of miles. The work explores themes of consciousness, hope, despair, and why humans play sports.

• Saint-Glinglin, Raymond Queneau —the author admitted that this book presents some "internal discontinuities." I didn't like it much but I respect the talent it takes to write a novel where everything feels like a random digression, including the key suspenseful scene that matters to the plot. The one digression I loved had to do with the way the narrator is existentially horrified by various sea creatures. It's like he dreads them so much he can't help but think about them when he should be telling a story.

The oyster... This gob of phlegm, this brutal way of refusing the outside world, this absolute isolation, and this disease: the pearl... If I conceptualise them even a little, my terror starts anew. The mussel is even more significant than the oyster and even more immediately admissible in the domain of terror. Let us indeed consider that this little sticky mass whose collective stupidity haunts our piers, consider that it is alive in the same way as a cow. Because there are no degrees in life. There is no more or less. The whole of life is present in every animal. To think that the mussel, that the mussel has, not a conscience, but a certain way of transcending itself: here I am once again plunged into abysses of anxiety and insecurity.

Near the beginning he philosophises about what would happen if a man and a lobster were the only two survivors of the apocalypse. The lobster would break the man's toe and the man would say, "We are the only beings that remain on this devastated Earth, lobster! The only living beings in the universe, struggling alone against the universal disaster, don't you want to be allies?" But the lobster would disdainfully walk away towards the ocean, and "the sight of the inflexible and imperturbable lobster pierces the sky of humanity with its unintelligible claws." (I can't overstate how little this has to do with the rest of the book.)

• Autumn in Beijing, Boris Vian —needless to say the story does not take place in autumn nor in Beijing.* To the extent that it can be said to be "about" something, it's about people trying to build a train station in a desert with tracks that lead nowhere. (I just went on goodreads to check the title, and it's actually called Autumn in Peking in English. I also discovered that it was featured in a list of Books I Regret Reading. I liked this book, but I understand.)

(* French writers love doing this—like when Alphonse Allais said about his 1893 book The Squadron's Umbrella "I chose this title because there aren't any umbrellas of any sort in this volume, and the important notion of the squadron, as a unit of the armed forces, is never brought up at all; in these conditions, hesitating would have been pure madness.")

• The Library at Mount Char, Scott Hawkins—I fear this one makes a little too much sense for this list, but you can't say it isn't weird; and I loved it and recommend it any chance I get.

• The Eleven Million Mile High Dancer, Carol Hill —this book was so wacky and made me laugh. I've not yet managed to successfully recommend it to someone; its brand of odd didn't resonate with the people I know who've read it but that's okay. You could say it's about a woman astronaut whose weird cat disappears into the fourth dimension (or the quantum realm?) and she goes to space to save him—but that makes the book sound more straightforward and less messy than it is. Her cat leaves her a note before he disappears:

• The Bald Soprano, Ionesco —fun fact, there's a tiny theatre in the Latin Quarter in Paris where this absurdist play has been staged every night for nearly 70 years, with the exact same set design and costumes and everything, like the actors are stuck in a time loop. They celebrated the 20,000th performance this year! There's an actress who has been playing her character for 40 years and said joining this theatre was like joining a religion. I've been going to see this play as a New Year tradition with my best friend since we were 14, so I love it madly, though I wouldn't say it's good, necessarily—the author said it was about "absolutely nothing, but a superior nothing."

• Statuary Gardens; or Les Mers perdues (apparently not translated) by Jacques Abeille. This man is obsessed with weird statues. Unfortunately I find his writing style rather dull—I feel like he takes strange ideas and makes them feel mundane in a bad way...! But his books still have a nice, quiet, oneiric atmosphere, and images that stayed with me, like a solitary gardener trying to grow stone statues in the depleted soil of a walled garden. Here are some illustrations from the second one:

I'll look into some of the books recommended on my previous post! (and I agree with the people who brought up Cortázar, Borges, and Junji Ito. <3) Some potentially-odd books I have on my to-read list: Clive Barker's Abarat, Goran Petrović's An Atlas Traced by the Sky, Salvador Plascencia's The People of Paper, Jean Ray's Malpertuis; Jan Weiss's The House of a Thousand Floors; Brice Tarvel's Pierre-Fendre.

#ask #book recs #i know i've made some of these sound barely readable but it would be risky to oversell them #it's funny how indignant i felt when i first thought that saint-glinglin didn't exist in english translation even though objectively it #wouldn't have been a huge loss and i don't think english speakers are clamouring for more crustacean existentialism after sartre's lobsters #but they should get to choose not to read this book!

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high-dragon-bait · 2 months ago

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Pleaaaaase Zevran and Lucanis 💖

Note: I got the request for Zevran and Lucanis A LOT. So there will almost certainly be more banters between them. I'm still grasping Lucanis and am rusty with Zevran, so consider this a trial run as I feel out their hypothetical dynamic. Enjoy!

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Lucanis: The worst crow in history standing at my side.

Zevran: So it seems.

Lucanis: I should kill you.

Zevran: Yes, you very much should.

Lucanis: The crows' reputation never truly healed from your humiliation in Ferelden.

Zevran: Humiliating for you, perhaps. That story ends very well for me.

Lucanis: Are you really going to argue perspective while I debate your life?

Zevran: Seeing as you haven’t killed me yet, why not?

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Zevran: So, how much did you cost?

Lucanis: Three-hundred sovereigns. Starting rate.

Zevran: My that is impressive. I was a mere seven.

Lucanis: Your talon agreed to contracts worth only seven sovereigns!?

Zevran: Oh, it is contracts we are discussing.

Lucanis: What else could we be discussing?

Zevran: How much we were purchased for of course.

Lucanis: You were… purchased?

Zevran: From a pen of brothel bastards. Where did the crows buy you?

Lucanis: House Dellamorte does not purchase our fledglings. You are born. Or you are chosen. I was born.

Zevran: Ah. This explains so much.

—-

Lucanis: I was not aware any crow houses still purchased recruits.

Zevran: But, of course, it is the simplest way to find them, no?

Lucanis: No. The simplest is to scrape the gutters of Treviso. Plenty of far more willing recruits to find there. Free of charge.

Zevran: So purchasing children is beneath you, but feeding off the desperate is not?

Lucanis: With how many fledglings already never reach the rafters, I’d rather not waste the gold.

—-

Zevran: What did the training of the first talon entail, Lucanis?

Lucanis: Torture.

Zevran: Yes, obviously, but what kind of torture did Caterina favor?

Lucanis: Beatings. Starvations. Often combinations of both.

Zevran: You are not good at being specific, you know that?

Lucanis: Once, I’d been challenged to starve in a windowless stone cell for an entire moon. At the end of the third week, the servant tasked to bring me only water and a new chamber pot left the door unlocked.

Lucanis, cont: I waited, but no one returned. I dared to venture out to where Caterina stood on the other side. She scolded me for falling into such an obvious trap and used her cane to break every bone in my arm.

Zevran: Ah, there is the difference. My talon would have taken the whole arm. And never provided a chamber pot.

Lucanis: Fewer hands hold fewer knives. Making for a more poor assassin.

Zevran: Another difference. It seems your grandmother lacked not only discipline but creativity.

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Zevran: Why did your cousin not simply kill Caterina?

Lucanis: She is family.

Zevran: So?

Lucanis: The world is made only of enemies and contracts, family is all that matters. Caterina taught us that. He could not even use his own hands to kill me. He could never harm her.

Zevran: If he cannot put aside such feelings for a contract, he is a terrible crow.

Lucanis: Yes, he is.

—-

Zevran: It surprises me, Lucanis, that I have never heard tales regarding the Demon of Vyrantium’s skills in the art of seduction.

Lucanis: I do not practice that... art.

Zevran: What!? Is it not one of the greatest skills of a crow!?

Lucanis: I was taught the heart was a target. Not a toy.

Zevran: There are many ways to strike at a target, you know.

Lucanis: But not all of them so needlessly cruel.

Zevran: Cruel? If you know someone is on the last night of their life, you might as well help them enjoy it, no?

—-

Zevran: What is the longest you can last with your head held beneath water, Lucanis?

Lucanis: Eight minutes if I can manage a gasp first. Six if I cannot.

Zevran: Ah-ha! I can manage nine minutes with a breath, and seven without.

Lucanis: With how much you like to talk. I do not believe that for a second.

Zevran: Fine. Meet me in the baths tonight, and I’ll prove it.

Lucanis: And I’ll prove you wrong.

Zevran: I knew you could be fun.

—-

Zevran: So, if you have any questions regarding the techniques I showed you-

Lucanis: Don’t.

Zevran: -Or require another demonstration. I am happy to oblige.

Lucanis: Stop.

Zevran: That is not a no I hear. I’ll be waiting. Patiently.

#dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #dragon age origins #dragon age 2 #lucanis #lucanis dellamorte #zevran arainai #Zevran

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little-diable · 10 months ago

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Chi, I'm here to request a smutty Tommy blurb if you're still accepting them. I can't stop thinking of the garden scene you wrote recently and now I'm hoping you'll be inspired to cont that thought OR write something between Tommy x reader which finds them giving into their passion outdoors. I think you're onto something about this setting being relaxing for Tommy 😉

My love!! Thank you for this, I truly love this pairing just as much. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: No direct follow up to this, but the same vibes, just pwp, Tommy eats out his wife in their garden

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), outdoor

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (800 words)

“I think this was the first time they didn’t cry,” (y/n) whispered her words to her husband as she sat down next to him. She had just waved goodbye to her father who had taken her and Tommy’s children with him for the weekend.

“They’re growing up.” Tommy kept his eyes closed, smoking his cigarette as he enjoyed the sun rays dancing over his pale features. The soft summer breeze wrapped itself around them, teasing the two lovers.

“Don’t act like I didn’t catch you close to tears as Emma told you she won’t need another bedtime story last week.” With a sigh Tommy opened his eyes, shaking his head at his scowling wife before rolling his head back towards the sun.

“Don’t rub it in, eh? I can’t let my wife run her mouth and destroy my image without paying the price for it.” (Y/n) couldn’t stop her laughs from rumbling through her, leaning closer to kiss Tommy’s warm jawline. The hum leaving her husband left (y/n) grinning and squealing as he tugged her closer, landing on his lap. “So, we’ve got the house to yourselves now, don’t we?”

“What’s your plan, Mister Shelby?” Their eyes met, his full of excitement and mischief, hers filled with curiosity and longing. He pulled her in for a slow kiss, allowing her to taste cigarettes and tea on his tongue, a mixture she had learned to love over the past years, adjusting to the way Tommy Shelby lived two different lives as a cruel gangster and as a loving family man.

“First, I want to get a taste of my wife, right here only for my eyes to see.” Tommy rose to his feet with (y/n)’s legs wrapped around his waist. “And then I’ll fuck you through the night.”

“I certainly won’t stop you from doing so.” She was placed down on the ground, on the blanket their children had sat on this morning, keeping their clothes clean before driving off with their grandparents. (Y/n)’s eyes followed his every move, watching Tommy push her dress up to her waist, groaning at the sight of her bare cunt. “Took off my underwear after they left, I knew it wouldn’t take long for you to grow impatient.”

“A smart woman I’ve got on my hands, eh?” He smirked at her before he buried his face between her thighs, tongue brushing through her slit, tasting her arousal. The birds sang in the distance, yet not loud enough to drown out her moans, the beautiful sounds clawing through her as Tommy ate her out.

He loved the sounds rumbling through her whenever he touched her, only his to pick up on, his to coax out of her. Tommy had his wife at his mercy, ready to feast on her, to turn her into a trembling mess as he towered over her with his cock twitching in excitement and his heart racing from the adrenaline thumping through him.

“You taste so sweet, fuck, I could die between your thighs, darling.” He groaned his words against her cunt as his fingers found her pulsing bundle. Cruses left (y/n) at the touch, forcing her to arch her back off the blanket, eyes focused on the blue sky above. He always managed to push her close to the edge within a few seconds, leaving her gasping and trembling for him only.

“Jesus, Tom, you’re too good at that.” A proud grin tugged on his lips as he dipped his tongue into her tightness, feeling her walls tense around the strong muscle. She was close, ready to let go with his name leaving her – the first orgasm of many to come. Her fingers tightened their grip on the blanket, trying to hold onto it as the intense feeling washed through her.

It was a spectacle so beautiful, Tommy wasn’t sure if it was just a trick of his brain, imagining the most beautiful sight he could come up with. But the moans were too powerful, and the trembling of her body was too real, leaving him chuckling as he watched her fall apart.

“I won’t say no to spending the next few hours like that.” (Y/n)’s breathless whispers drew another laugh out of Tommy as he crawled up her body, meeting her lips in a slow kiss.

#Tommy Shelby smut #Tommy Shelby imagine #Tommy Shelby x reader #peaky blinders smut

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sh1-n0bu · 2 years ago

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head empty no thoughts only sub heizou

♡︎ 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚’𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 ♡︎

characters: sub!heizou x nb!dom!reader

warnings: praise, degrading, exhibitionism, overstimulation, dacryphillia, dumbification, size kink, fingering, cock can be read as a strap on bc i want everyone to feel included in wanting to fuck their fav character silly😌

notes: HEAVILY inspired by that one ☝️ heizou bday art. i swear i’m not dead y’all

“doing detective’s work means you gotta walk the walk. no… i mean literally - i need to search high and low for evidence” a quote often said by your loving partner whenever inquired about his work addiction. but he never thought that you would use it against him like this!

biting down on his bruised lips, the detective tried to muffle his whimpers as he felt your fingers scissoring him open under the large pine tree. it was dark and quiet outside in the small forest right over the borders of inazuma city, so any noises he makes could easily be heard all around the place.

at first, heizou only decided to let you tag along because he needed to find some information or any leftover evidence from the most recent criminals going around and terrorizing the people on the way to inazuma city. and yet here he was now, shorts discarded on the grass, pinned against the tree for coverage that he whined for with your large frame holding him close.

“mmngh…! h-hey… can’t we just go back home? and cont-mmph! continue things there?” trying to muffle his tiny noises of pleasure, heizou buried his face into the crook of your neck as his hands claws at your clothes.

fuck, he knew you were bigger than him in every way but archons he never knew you were just this large. just two of your fingers were enough to turn the most sharpest of the tenryou commission into a pathetic whining mess.

a sudden cry escapes his lips as his smaller body jolts, the familiar feeling of his prostate being prodded over and over suddenly taking over as his mind slowly turns into a mush. white being the only thing he sees as his hips buck weakly against your hold, desperately chasing after his orgasm with his legs wrapped tightly around your hips.

“m-more… feels good. feels good feels goodfeelsgood♡︎!” slurring his words, the detective continues to chase after his orgasm, unknowing to the cruel grin you had on your face. just as he was about to cum, the feeling of suddenly being empty takes ahold of him as a disappointed whine spills out. bucking his hips to try and force your fingers back inside his gaping hole, heizou clenches around nothing but thin air as tears of frustration starts to well in his pretty jade eyes.

but the feeling of desperation, frustration and growing urge gets overridden by the feeling of the tip of your cock being placed over his hole. butterflies fluttering about in his stomach, his own smaller cock hard and angry red, heavy breathing with flushed cheeks and mushed mind eagerly pushing himself back into your strap - archons heizou can really be a good puppy when trained can’t he?

a long drawn whine escapes the back of throat, only your tip was in and the detective can just feel his mind breaking from the sheer girth. jade eyes rolling to the back of his skull, the doushin willed himself to push himself more into your cock. he can take it! he’s done it before, he’s sure he can take it!

“aww, that desperate for me already puppy?” wrapping both hands tightly around his tiny waist, you helped him ease your cock into himself. a feeling of arousal and wanting to corrupt him swirling as a cute tiny bulge starts to make it’s way visible as he takes in only half of your strap.

the feeling only grew more and worsened as heizou nods eagerly. the tears that were welling in his eyes now starting to fall as he starts to sob in a hushed manner while blabbering on and on about how he can take you under his breath.

“how cute. if only the tenryou commission knew that their most intelligent doushin was a stupid cock drunk whore” the degrading word only caused him to sob louder. archons, he was sure he could take it but now a sliver of doubt was starting to swirl in his stomach alongside arousal. a sudden thought of you breaking him crosses his mind as heizou gets another spark of determination. as dark as it sounds, the detective couldn’t help but want to be broken by you.

“i am! i am your stupid cock drunk who-oooughhh♡︎♡︎” slurring over his words, heizou starts to bounce on your strap sloppily. but with how badly his legs were shaking with his eyes rolled to the back of his skull alongside the cute belly bulge being visible, it was more of a grinding rather than riding.

squeezing at his waist in a possessive way, you start to guide him to actually ride himself on your cock. when you pulled him up almost halfway out and slammed him back down, the doushin’s former muffled noises turns into loud raunchy noises of pleasure. not really a sob but not entirely a moan either - just a pathetic mess of slurred noises as he feels your tip abuse his prostate over and over with shaking hands clawing at your shoulders.

“shhh… a bit more quiet now puppy. wouldn’t want people to know what we’re doing right?” at your words, heizou only manages to nod dumbly. nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck once again, the detective sobs as his slit squirts out a translucent colored cum without him knowing.

#nobu.writes #sub genshin impact #sub genshin #sub!genshin impact #sub!genshin #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader smut #genshin smut #sub!heizou #sub heizou #heizou x reader smut #heizou smut #dom reader #x dom reader #dom!reader

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baka-bakeneko · 1 month ago

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Double Down - Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader

tags: sex bet/cruel intentions type beat [cont.], not nsfw, teasing, kisses, slow burn, friends to possible lovers, awkward, kento nanami x reader involved, mwahahahaha

wc: 5.04 k

synopsis: You have made it a day through your so-called sex bet with Gojo and immediately want space. You visit Nanami.

a/n: [part one here] i am really invested in this right now but if you want me to stop like let me know ig

You took in the silence of the morning after Satoru kissed you the night before. The feelings inside you warred against your brain, fighting that he was doing it to seduce you and stake his claim. Nothing more than that.

As you poured your coffee, you reminded yourself that you would not let him win. If not for the bet, then for the sheer fact that he brought this whole thing up to play with you instead of...

You groaned, holding your forehead in your hand and massaging at your temples. You had to stop thinking of Utahime. You really had to stop comparing yourself to her. If you did, you were just as bad as Satoru.

"What's wrong, princess? I haven't even screwed your brains out yet," Satoru's voice was instantly in your ear, coaxing and twisting your stomach at once.

You ducked away from his morning breath, his lips carelessly caressing your ear. "Behave, it's early."

Gojo hummed, the deep tone of it almost making you feel girlish. His hands rested on the counter before you, pressing into your back like he had tested the night before. But this time with a warmer, stiffer third party.

You felt his erection against your backside, this time with less fabric to keep from brushing your hind. Still, you tucked your lips together and straightened.

"About last night..."

"I know what you're about to say," Satoru said, resting his chin on your shoulder. He peeled at the shirt of your pajamas and tempted his lips at the skin revealed. "It was what you were waiting for. You're shocked you kicked me out of bed."

You rolled your shoulders back, denying more of Satoru's effort to woo you. Though your tone escaped differently; your voice was a mewling 'no', as if you were playing hard to get.

But you weren't playing. Gojo wouldn't win.

"Fried dough and a kiss does not make you the victor," you said, finding your bite.

Taking a gulp of your coffee, you emerged from Gojo's hold and leaned against the counter away from him. You tilted your head at him, taking in his mussed hair and tired blue eyes.

"But it's a start," Satoru said, standing upright, unwavering by your rejection.

His hand found the back of his neck, stretching his arm up. It flexed his bicep, revealing a stripe of his toned stomach while his pajama pants rode cautiously on his hips. And with his at-attention cock to seal it all, you clamped your thighs together and turned your attention elsewhere.

You took another pull of your coffee, steadying your focus on anything not morning Gojo-related. Luckily, Megumi and Yuji provided the perfect distraction.

"Gojo-sensei," Yuji called from the doorway of the staff kitchen. "Are we going into town to meet with Nanami?"

You saw Satoru visibly freeze at the mention of his name and Nanami's in the same sentence; you tilted your head around the sorcerer and smiled at Yuji.

"Don't worry, Yuji," you said, flicking your eyes to meet Gojo's then back to the student's. "I'll take you."

You managed off of the train station with Gojo's two of three wards in tow. While Megumi definitely took after Gojo, Yuji was spirited and energetic.

You wondered whatever got him going in the morning everyday. You also wondered if Nanami was so jealous of his youth and spirit.

The three of you trekked up the stairs to the main street of Tokyo while you carefully read the directions Satoru had sent you.

"Third building on the street, green sign out front." You repeated, looking up from your phone as Yuji took off for a food stall. "Yuji, get back here!"

"Don't bother," Megumi breathed out.

He mirrored Gojo in style and stature, but his demeanor was nothing short of a tired accountant. You pat Megumi's shoulder then called for Yuji again.

The pink-haired child returned, holding out a white bag in one hand and a tray of drinks in the other.

"Sensei gets the coffee," he said, holding the tray out for you to retrieve the iced coffee. "Megumi, matcha."

Yuji distributed the mid-morning snacks while you all continued down the street, following Gojo's instruction.

"What am I looking for, an office building?" You asked aloud, peering at every other green sign on a building before stopping.

Nanami stood on the sidewalk, patiently eyeing his watch before lifting his gaze. "You're on time."

You shrugged. "Of course."

Kento scoffed, shaking his head. "Gojo would've had me waiting fifteen minutes longer than I'd wanted."

You grinned, taking a sip of your coffee as Yuji offered a travel coffee cup to Nanami along with a cream cheese danish.

Nanami nodded to the first-year student, acknowledged Megumi with a cheers of his cup. "Follow me inside please."

You took a sip of your coffee, allowing the boys to follow after Nanami with you close behind. Following up the stairs, Kento opened the door to Kiyotaka sitting at the main desk of classroom.

He waved at the three of you to all take a seat; Yuji took the opportunity to take the first seat while Megumi sat in the middle row, unenthused.

You sat at the furthest seat from the door, still in the front row while staying out of Nanami's teachings.

"Nanami," Yuji said, raising his hand for Kento to acknowledge him.

"Yuji, you don't need to raise your hand," Kento said, waving his hand to acknowledge the student back. "What is your question?"

"How do you know sensei and sensei-chan?" He asked, thumbing over his shoulder to you.

You couldn't help your snicker from behind your sip of coffee. "Yuji, I'm right here."

Megumi huffed, almost amused by Yuji's question. Kento glanced over to Kiyotaka then to you. His lips turned up slightly, then blinked away.

"Gojo, sensei-chan and I were friends in high school," Kento said, stifling his own snicker at Yuji's term to refer to you.

"Were?" Yuji asked, tilting his head slightly.

You felt a streak of ice down your neck, noting Kento's precarious word. Your eyes focused on Nanami, how his brows quirked at the teen's question.

"Adults..." Kento began, glancing over to you again then back at Yuji, his obvious wide-eyed stare giving him pause. "rarely have time to see each other, especially in this profession."

"Oh," Yuji said, feigning a pout before looking back at you. "Aren't you happy to see Nanamin again?"

You nodded softly, grinning at Yuji then to Kento. "Of course."

Kento melted an inch, his shoulders relaxing as he stared further at you. You caught yourself and turned back to Yuji.

"That's not what we're talking about though. Stay on topic, please."

Nanami cleared his throat at that, dropping his crossed arms and moving to the front of the classroom. You patiently sipped your coffee in silence, even as your phone buzzed.

Fishing your phone from your skirt pocket, you unlocked the screen to a notification from Gojo. It was a media message; you waited patiently for your phone to load the image, only to immediately slam your hand over your screen.

Glancing around the room, you made sure no one witnessed your quick reaction. You looked over your shoulder, seeing Megumi angled far enough away for you to not scar him.

Holding your phone in your hand, you turned down the brightness of your screen then loaded Gojo's photo again. You almost wished your eyes were deceiving you, but you squeaked into your coffee straw and flopped your phone face down.

He'd sent a photo in your bed. Not only was he in your bed, but he was holding a pair of your panties you'd worn that night when you were out together. You'd changed after taking a shower, thinking that the evidence of your arousal was nothing definitive.

And yet...Gojo, like some dirty bloodhound, found them and held onto them while he gripped his crotch through his grey sweatpants.

Leave it to him to be a degenerate when his students are away.

You uncovered the screen of your phone when it buzzed a second time. This time a message.

'I know you like what you saw. Let me know when you're on your way back ;)'

You groaned lowly, stashing your phone back into your pocket to ignore the fluttering in your stomach.

"I'll walk you to the train," Kento stated as the five of you left the classroom.

He opened the front door of the building to the downpour of rain, the chill of the air wafting through the hallway. You stood first in the doorway, peeking your head out to see the awnings dripping water from their edges, the rain rolling in waves with the wind.

Kento turned and called for Kiyotaka to grab him an umbrella. At the same time, Yuji pulled up his hood and Megumi slicked his spiked hair down, ready for it to be damaged.

Kiyotaka reached around the boys to give Nanami an umbrella; he stepped out under the awning, deploying the umbrella before holding his hand out for you to take down from the threshold.

"I don't want you to get wet for my sake," you said, stepping under the ocean blue umbrella matching Nanami's dress shirt.

He shook his head. "Don't even worry about it."

He stepped to the side, allowing the boys to lead the way to the train; Yuji took off sprinting, leaving Megumi to leisurely jog after him.

"Boys, be careful!" You called out after Gojo's wards, neither of them pausing to listen as they started down the slick cement stairs to the train station.

You glanced over to Nanami, tilting your head to meet his gaze. He grabbed at the gold holds of his goggles with his free hand, slipped them into his suit pocket with his pocketsquare.

"Ready?" He asked, looking down at you and smiling politely.

You nodded carefully, setting the pace for your trek to the train station. Nanami was metered beside you, his steps calculated and his breath quiet under the noise bounce of the umbrella. You readily stashed yourself to have yet another limited interaction with Kento, but he surprised you as the two of you reached the stairs.

Extending his arm, he offered you to hold it as you stepped one at a time down the wet cement.

"I do appreciate you accompanying Yuji today," Kento offered as he followed you down the stairs.

"I was surprised you invited me, to be honest."

Kento raised his brows at you, his eyes baring into you though his face gave no indication of his mood.

"It's been too long since we've seen each other," he began, sliding a foot down to the next step as you did. "I was surprised you started working for Jujutsu High."

You smiled up at him. "It has been too long, I'll admit. I'm sorry I never reached out again after..."

Kento nodded, taking your trailing tone as enough. "It's okay. I found myself isolating, it was nothing on you."

You raised your brows back at Kento; the two of you made it to the floor of the train station, moving out of the way for the next group of deboarders.

"I would like to see you again though," Kento added, the two of you stood to the side as the rain pattered harder over the umbrella.

The noise heightened under the cover, the drops hitting pavement bouncing back to hit your bare legs. You were surprised at the warmth of the water, the summer heat dialed back with the reset.

You turned to him even as you watched the boys clamber onto the train. Yuji stood up at the window, waving his hand for you hurry up and join them from the corner of your eye; you ignored the text Gojo sent to you, wanting to savor whatever time on your own you could have.

With Kento, of course.

"How about lunch?" You asked, unable to hide your smile as you met his eyes.

Still, his face was almost unrecognizable; his hard features softened the more you stared, his cheeks retaining breath while his tight jaw laxed with his gulp.

"Sure, I know a place," he said, his brows flattening though the corner of his mouth turned up with a smirk.

You nodded, retrieving your phone to quickly dial Yuji to tell him you'd catch the next train back.

You sat across from Kento, staring at the appetizer set between you on the table.

He'd shrugged off his suit jacket, setting it on the back of the chair before reaching to undo the cuffs of his dress shirt.

Since the two of you left the train station, it was quiet. You were sure it was due to yours and Kento's distance after such a long time. It was so unlike Gojo, having been around him for longer.

You forgot how awkward you were around Nanami the first time, never knowing what to say even when you were younger.

Now it felt that you knew as many answers to whatever questions you wanted to ask Kento. Just because they were your same answers.

What have you been up to? -Working.

What do you do in your spare time? -Nothing.

Have you kept up with anyone else? -Only Satoru.

You exhaled, reaching for a slice of baguette and the serving spoon for the soft cheese. Food could pad the silence.

"You're just as beautiful as you were in high school," Kento's voice spoke out, catching you in the journey to take a bite of your bread.

You paused, looking from your food to the man across the table. There was no way that he'd said that to you, even as you glanced around to the cafe conversations around you.

Kento chuckled, reaching his hand out to brace your elbow. "I am talking to you."

The giggle that left you was unwarranted, a nervous reaction that you hadn't expected. He smirked fully at you, his fingers lingering on your skin before reaching for his own portion.

"I was just thinking about it, staring at your face. I was wondering what to say next." He continued, taking a piece of baguette and dressing it with cheese and jam.

"Me too," you said, punctuating with a bite of your bread. Between chews, you paused and covered your mouth to continue. "I just didn't think our looks were part of conversation."

Kento spared a huff of amusement, his face practically cracking with expression. He took a bite of his bread, doing the same as you after chewing.

"It wasn't my first topic, I'll say."

"Were you going to ask what I do in my spare time too?"

He nodded, continuing his food before finished off his bite. "And if you're annoyed constantly by Gojo."

You smirked, finishing off your bread with a second big bite. Your phone buzzed again and you froze at the notification. "Constantly."

Kento raised his brows at your stiffened demeanor. "I'm guessing that's him?"

You nodded, shutting your eyes for a breath. "More than likely."

"What could he possibly want at this hour?" He asked.

You shook your head, inhaling deeply and opening your eyes. "Nothing important. He's officially messing with me."

Kento reached for another piece of bread, dressing it up similarly to the last before tilting it to the plate. "Please, help yourself."

You smiled softly and helped yourself again, finally opening your mouth to explain in as little detail as possible, how Gojo was playing with you.

"Utahime, you know her?" You started, the way you asked feeling like the start of gossip.

"Mhm, well know of her. Kyoto Jujutsu?"

You nodded, feeling his confirmation seal your fate. You vowed in the short moment before you kept talking that you were not jealous, you had agreed to the bet under no previous circumstances.

"He likes to mess with her, too," you explained, withholding the point of obsession, the teasing and horrendous flirting.

"Poor her," Kento said, punctuating with a bite.

"Exactly. But now he's bored with her reactions, so now...onto me," you said, the rejection seeping into your tone though your throat burned doing it.

Nanami paused in his chewing, looking at you from across the table. His eyes softened further, his cheeks slightly filled with food.

"As he should be." Kento said after a moment of silence.

You looked up from your piece of bread, unsure when your gaze shifted to admire your appetizer serving. Kento didn't even wait for you to respond.

"I'm not sure I'd leave you alone either." Kento continued before resuming his food. "Not that it's polite, but...if I knew I could keep your attention, I'd do anything."

You found yourself giggling, kicking a tender foot out to Kento's shin. "Why're you saying all this now?"

Kento forced the last bit of bread into his mouth, chewing it down before cleaning up the corners of his mouth. "Because we haven't been able to see each other."

You blinked in disbelief, your phone buzzing again.

Nanami smiled again, reaching into his suit jacket to retrieve his phone. "We should do this again soon."

He turned his open phone to you, the dial pad screen open for your input. You didn't hesitate, typing in your phone number then sliding his phone back to him to input your information.

"Sooner than later," you said as he finished typing on his phone and stashing it. The waiter returned to the table and Kento offered his input on the lunch menu, which you ordered by his first suggestion.

Kento walked you back to the train station after lunch, the rain rolling away to reveal the gray sky. He offered his arm again to go down the stairs, this time at your normal pace.

As the train pulled into the station, you turned to Kento and smiled.

"Thank you again, for inviting me today," you said, keeping his eyes though you were tempted to look at his mouth.

"Of course," Kento said, patting your hand braced on his forearm.

The crowd unboarded the train around the two of you, a portion of the sidewalk left untouched around you. Kento squared himself before you, his shoulders stiff as he stood tall before you.

The overhead intercom sounded for the estimated arrival time back to Jujutsu High. Raising your head, you acknowledged the voice before Kento gently caressed your chin and turned your attention to him.

He leaned in, his breath skirting down your chin before his lips connected with yours. Your stomach flipped in that instant; while you enjoyed the touch of Kento's hand on your chin, how warm his lips were...

Your stomach condensed at the thought of Gojo. He was there in the back of your mind, making your face scrunch away from Kento's kiss.

"What is it?" He asked, stepping closer to you in concern.

You shook your head, knowing that considering Gojo's feelings in this would kill your chances with Kento. Pushing up on your toes, you met his lips again, this time curling an arm around the back of his neck to pull him in.

He hummed, bending down to accommodate your stature. His eyes fluttered shut, exhaling deeply through his nose as his hand held at your face.

Your chest tightened, a crackle of warmth emerging up your neck at Kento's proximity. With his kiss, you were reminded of your feelings; how they sprouted from your core and made you want to pile onto him.

Nanami slowly pulled back, effectively breaking off your kiss with a deep sigh. He stared down at you, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to pull you in.

His freshly kissed lips rested to your forehead just as he circled his arms around you in a hug. "Call me when you get home."

You smiled against Kento's suit jacket, glancing up at him as you hugged him back. He offered a tight squeeze before pulling you away, turning you to board the train.

You stumbled through the crowd onto the train, staring out of the windows as Kento remained. He waved a hand out at you, you did the same as the intercom called for the final boarding.

You continued to watch Nanami as he remained, even as the train lurched in departure. Only then did he turn and walk away. When he was far enough from you, you finally retrieved your phone.

Unlocking your screen, your heart felt heavy with the back to back texts from Satoru. You started from his photo, still shaking your head at it before remembering that he wanted to know when you were on your way back.

'Putting the moves on Kento? Good luck getting that stick out of his ass ;P'

You sneered lightly, preparing a text back to Gojo letting him know you were on your way just as an unknown number sent you a text.

You raised your brows, swapping messages to see the disjointed texts of a man who probably didn't text often.

'Hello'

'It's Kento.'

'Kento Nanami.'

You giggled at his effort, readying to text him back. But he sent a bread emoji back first.

'Lunch was great.'

You smiled, biting into your bottom lip while you waited for another text from him.

'I hope you have safe travels.'

'You don't have to call if you don't want to.'

Finally, you texted him back that you would call him on your walk back to the school, how grateful you were for lunch and hanging out.

You felt a tingle on your lip, making you smile further as your text sent. Switching back to Gojo, you finished your text and told him your estimated arrival.

'Finally, I'm bored of sitting here all day.'

You made it up the front steps of the school, pushing through the heavy front doors and shutting them behind you. You wished for a moment of peace, holding your hands on the doors with a deep breath.

It was short-lived, however, as a pair of arms curled around your waist and swung you around in a half-circle.

"There's my girl," Gojo teased, nuzzling his face into your neck. He backed you into him, making you gasp at the feeling of his bulge rubbing against your butt.

"Gojo," you warned, shying away from his lips grazing your skin.

You welcomed the feeling of his warm body though in a split moment, you thought of Kento's kiss.

"You were flirting," Satoru sang, flatting his palm to your waist before pushing you further into him. "With Kento. No wonder you're stiff now."

You scoffed, wanting to break from him though the slotting feeling of him began to feel delicious. Your skin livened where he touched, even under your clothes.

It was torturous to not give in, with how easily he came to you and showed his affection. Which, you realized while hardening again, was against the ground rules.

Your eyes shot open, scoping around the front room of the school, knowing that you two were alone but never sure.

"I wasn't expecting to be manhandled," you bit out, prying his arms from around you and straightening up. "I see you've done nothing all day."

You laxed your eyes down Gojo's long frame, still in his morning leisure.

"But on the contrary," Satoru said, beaming with slight pride at the big word he'd uttered.

Grabbing onto your hand, he pulled you down the main hallway to the dorm rooms and into the staff bathroom. He slid the door shut behind you, standing tall before carefully covering your eyes with his hands.

"Now, I know that you've been riled up all day," Satoru started, pressing against you to make you walk.

You rolled your eyes behind his hands, felt his breath creep up your neck before his teeth nipped at your ear. You squeaked, pausing at the step threshold before you.

"Between me and Kento definitely putting the moves on you," he continued, though his tone was almost sarcastic at Nanami's utterance.

"So, maybe it's time to relax," Gojo said, pulling his hands from your eyes. He leaned into your ear again, circled his nose around the shell of it. "Before you give in to me."

You tilted your head away from Satoru's words, willfully ignoring his conceit.

It was repetitive in your head, you would not let Satoru win. The decision itself would inflate his insane ego. Still, you were captured by the sight of the public tub surrounded by tealights, flower petals sprinkled into the water.

You glanced over your shoulder at Gojo, recognized the prideful look on his face. It was cute, you couldn't lie to yourself. He rested his hands on your hips, bending to rest his chin on your shoulder.

"Mind if I join you?"

You raised a brow at him. "Hands to yourself?"

Satoru scoffed, opening his mouth in feigned shock. "I can control myself. Can you?"

You almost shook your head at him, not ready to believe him. But you agreed, on the basis that you both showered beforehand.

Meeting back at the bathtub, you held onto the clasp of your towel as Gojo was already in the back corner of the tub. You gulped, staring at the crystal clear water directly in front of you instead of anywhere near Satoru.

"Come on, before you get cold," he teased, pulling the washcloth from his shoulder to drape over his waist in the still water. "It's nothing I've seen before."

You furrowed your brows at him, tightening your hold on the clasp of your towel. "This is how you think you're gonna get me in?"

Gojo met your eyes, his endless depths mirroring the water. Tilting his chin boyishly, he smirked.

"Worked for Utahime."

You bit into your inside cheek, unclenching your jaw to not look annoyed. Utahime, this; Utahime, that. Utahime would do this.

"But I'm not her," you said flatly, stepping away from the tub. "Fucking try again."

You turned around and went for the door, storming in the direction of your room.

"Hey," Satoru called after you, the sloshing of water punctuating his tone.

You didn't stop, folding your other hand over your stomach to hold your towel closed.

"C'mon," He purred after you, catching up with his relaxed gait.

You heard his wet feet patter closer behind you just as you reached your room door. Gojo slipped inside after you, sliding the door shut behind him.

You kept your back to him, sitting down at the edge of your bed with a soft exhale. Satoru stood at the door, holding the damp washcloth over his crotch, barely keeping his cock concealed.

"What just happened?" He finally asked, raising his shoulders at you in question.

You stared straightforward, thinking over what to explain the sudden ignite in your stomach. "I didn't appreciate that."

Satoru dropped his shoulders with a sigh, walking to sit next to you. Your top lip twitched in slight amusement, seeing his toned pale ass in a slight flash before he sat down.

"You know I'm not serious," Gojo said, turning to look at you. "I'd never bring Utahime here."

Your eyes rolled, another nerve struck within you. Your heart was now the once red-hot steel now battered down by Gojo's heavy teasing.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," Satoru said, his hand skimming your jaw to turn you to him.

Your movements felt stilted, slowed down when you were coaxed to do so. In that moment, you compared him to Kento's words earlier.

"I'm sorry, I am," he said, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "I hadn't done that for Utahime."

You inhaled deeply, shying slightly from his lips. "Wow, just testing the waters for her again."

"Hey," Satoru said, turning you to look at him fully. His eyes were suddenly darker oceans, his brows flattened as he bored into you. "She's not here. You are. I'm teasing with you. I'm trying to seduce you."

Your body tightened then, your knees pressed together as a tickle trailed down your back. Your tongue tempted out to wet your bottom lip, but Satoru's thumb touched at it.

You let him peel your bottom lip down, his thumb grazing the edge of your tongue between your teeth before tilting your face up. He leaned in to graze your lips with his.

You whimpered, feeling your body ease into his like it was second nature. You felt Satoru's lips curl in a grin at your noise, his other hand slipping from his waist to hold your knee.

Your eyelids fluttered, acknowledging his roaming hand up your thigh. His tongue met yours with a soft lap, melting you an inch as his fingers tempted under your towel.

You gasped, biting away in the last moment; your mouth gaped before his as you barely scooted out of his hold.

Gojo shook his head, his smile never faltering. "You are playing the hard game, huh?"

You didn't answer, only tucked your towel tighter around your body. His eyes raked over you, leaning forward to kiss your neck.

"Or are you afraid to let me win?" He whispered, his hand pinning the bed opposite side of your body.

You said nothing, attempting to regulate your moans with choking gasps. His hand at your jaw slid down your shoulder, lining down your back before caressing your ass. Satoru squeezed at your hip, then your thigh before pulling your knee onto the bed.

You turned your head to stare at the ceiling, the heat in the room growing with Gojo's determined touch. Shutting your eyes, you imagined Kento in his position. He'd be softer in his touch, more romantic and slow.

It was sudden that Satoru's fingers brushed at your pussy. You squeaked, this time scrambling off of the bed and standing against the door.

Satoru's brows shot at your departure, an entertained smirk growing on his lips. "You are afraid to let me win."

He sat up straight, folding the washcloth to his at-attention cock. "Don't worry. When you're ready, I'll be gentle."

You stared at him, your face confusing yourself. Gojo gracefully pushed off of your bed, walking over to quickly peck your temple.

"And don't worry, I'll let Kento down gently," he added, turning to leave your bedroom with his ass cheeking freely.

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