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now i want to write fanfic for my own original fic đ
#whyyyy#it would be so good too#like a band au I think#caspian is the former teen pop star who lost a bunch of his following when he came out as trans and started T#he disappeared after the announcement#and all his social media and spotify etc is under âCassâ [his dead nickname] although some of the more rabid fans are convinced they've#found his tumblr#and he's finally returning to the stage but only as the drummer for the Starshine Craving#a pop-punk group consisting of queer activist Sahre#a man no one's ever heard of before: Xanth#and Xanth's adopted sister Merie who's constantly on the first page of the tabloids for her various relationships#and also her very neatly concealed past (there are theories she's a murderer)#anyways#Starshine Craving is the opening act for the wildly popular genre-defying duo Envy of the Infected (know simply as âNVâ to their fans)#Envy of the Infected is made up of Khara AruenĂŠ#a woman who is as famous as she is mysterious: nothing is know about her before she debuted playing solo in basement shows at nineteen#and Stryker who is similarly mysterious and rumored to be in a high profile situationship with Khara#NV shows are always wild but now eith Starshine Craving in the mix things are heating up backstage too#and the neat public personas of Khara and Stryker are hanging by a thread as recording group Vitalis Records tries to force NV to sign with#them by restoring to blackmail and threats and Starshine Craving could be their way to find what they're really looking for#dirt on Khara that will ruin NVs reputation if shared
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Ghost of fries and hero of cookies final part
All work words count: 14 643 Words in this part: 244 Summary of whole work: Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay Or Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of local hero? And he looked like he needed bad day combo anyway This part summary: What happened to Dani (author needs a certificate for being little shit) Beta read by @audhumla-sailor though English is second language for both of us, so proceed with this in mind. I also know all of the charaters through fics alone, so probably ooc. Stay catious if it's something you don't like
First part, Previous part
Dani packed her stuff as soon as she got back from patrol. While doing it, she called Tuck and Sam to coordinate travel plan with them and to make sure she heard where and when correctly. Dannyâs birthday were coming, an alienâs autograph would be a good present. Unfortunately she wouldnât have time to get any of his merch on her way so the sky map she printed in Gothamâs Public Library would have to make it. Because of Samâs demand she stocked herself in protein bars, other high calorie snacks and tons of drinks. Guy at the register looked disturbed but correctly guessed it wasnât his business. Thanks for physics meets magic mess that made her backpack lighter. It worked like thermos in a way, though she didnât even try to understand it.
This flight was going to be challenge not only to her speed but also, mostly, her stamina.
Ancients let her survive.
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Turns out, phones couldnât survive falling from over a hundred feet at around 60 miles per hour. Well she had all important numbers (Jazz, Val, Tuck, Sam non- and yes-emergency Danny) on paper phased inside her hip. From Samâs money she could buy one in Los Angeles and explain the change of number then. She would have to come up with an excuse though.
She wasnât going to admit she got distracted and bumped into a bunch of pigeons, got startled and dropped her phone like a silly child.
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I know I could and should post it with previous part but I wanted to build the tension.
Batfam: We will finally meet our almost niece! Dani: Oh, look, plot convienient reason to leave city fast! Dani was setting up most intense and insane work-out playlist known to mankind to get her through her journey when she bumped with these pigeons face first
Starting notes are longer than this part.
Shit, I really should put it with previous part but the tension and potential for drama aaaa I couldn't resist
and @audhumla-sailor is an enabler
Tag list: @pickleking8 @mynameisnotlaura
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dc x dp#dp x dc#dani hangs out with duke#signal got new sidekick and he cares about her deeply#As much as i didn't know what i was doing while writing this#(joker goons bit was written last)#(name announcement was somewhen along or after steph learning about dani)#(training talk came around also then or a bit later during writing of Batfam confrontation)#this was supposed to happen from the start#just not fully socialized Dani forgetting that saying goodbye is a thing and leaving without the word#for some completely safe mundane reason#while all the friends she made and people associated with them are freaking out#because she literally disappeared#wanished without a word#wandixx writes#ghost of fries and hero of cookies#have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part
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Iâve been thinking about the next two SCU installments (Shadow spinoff and fourth movie) and had two different ideas about them:
A. Shadow doesnât turn up in Sonic 4 because the spinoff is telling his story, allowing the new characters of that movie a chance to shine, and he shows up in the movie after that, and B. His story ends up continuing into Sonic 4, possibly to the newbieâs detriment.
As much as I love Shadow, Iâm hoping scenario A is what happens, but scenario B feels more realistic from a filmmaking POV.
Hello, my dearâ¤ď¸â¨
I canât necessarily see point âAâ happening to the SCU. Shadow is a very popular character. If he were to have a spinoff, people would expect him to appear in the four⌠this was the same thought with Knuckles and his miniseries for the third film.
Option âBâ seems the most logical choice to me.
#sonic movie 3#The amount of fanart and chaos that Iâve seen since 2022 of Shadowâs announcement for the films has been an all time high#This was the same with Knuckles when he was teased in 2021#I think that if Shadow were to disappear from the fourth even after his spinoff it would cut a handful of people watching a potential fourth#mystery anon#off topic
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Shout-out to everyone who survived a "fun" easter with the family
#fucking hell#it started with finding out my dad smoked in my car when I picked up my sister#who was equally dreading the day#my mum turns into the world's tensest and judgemental presence. worsened by my aunt#then hell for autistic people (of which there are multiple present)#multiple deaf people means one uninspired conversation that isn't interesting in any way.#combinations of passive aggressiveness and people not saying a thing because they can't participate. voice volumes too damn high#weirdass food situations. Very full table. so many smells.#this goes on for over an hour. wishing for literally anything but being there. soul crushing.#then you still have to sit in that room for 2.5 hours. it just goes on and on.#my autistic deaf dad physically looks like how I feel. my mum and aunt keep piling on top of him to demand his mental presence#i leave the room once (to get my phone to show pictures to my uncle) and am immediately followed upstairs by my mum#who demands I don't leave the room (What's next. following me when I need the toilet?)#me and my sister are so bored we start throwing paper planes and fake fighting.#Which amuses the bored and the deaf#but of course my mum and aunt have opinions and this is not allowed. only soul crushing boredom allowed#they complain to each other over it while aggressively doing dishes#finally it ends because my mum and aunt start insisting my dad should go to bed if he's 'that tired'. *sprinkle on some additional ableism*#still sitting through a conversation about allergies one of my sister's friends has. my mum preaching that people should take that seriously#(meanwhile i had to cook for myself for 9 years because when my allergies were really bad no one bothered to check if i could eat something)#me and my sister go sit upstairs to discover our mum has made things we care about vanish in her room#and made things appear that should not be there#I've washed the interior of my car and hope the smell will go#you think it's over after that. but woke up with the realisation that even more things have disappeared from my sister's room.#i can't remember a time when things left outside of my room didn't disappear#I don't know why we do these family gatherings at all. no one has fun on days like that.#the housing crisis isn't making these things easy. my sister is losing her place to live again as well#she'll go hiking for a month and then work on a campsite over the summer#maybe I'll go house sitting again. idk.#can't make commitments a few months in advance like that because I'll cancel everything the second Sparks announces anything important
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One thing I rarely see discussed is that Dutiful apparently strongly resembles Fitz, his bio dad, and we all know that Fitz is the spitting image of his own father Chivalry. How does the Buckkeep rumor mill handle the fact that Verityâs supposed son (conceived after Verity had vanished except for a dragon that his supports claimed he was inside) happens to look just like his long dead brother, who had a bastard son that took after him and was known to have a friendly personal relationship with the similar in age queen? The stories must be wild.
#realm of the elderlings#rote#kettricken#dutiful farseer#verity farseer#chivalry farseer#the rumor mill in general must be crazy about fitz#because he keeps doing inexplicable things#like disappearing for 40 years and returning looking like a young man#or showing up in the elderling city with a scaled wife#or going into a stone wolf with some random noble named lord chance#after his daughter publicly announced that lord chance was the person he loved the most in the world#forget it if it becomes known tom badgerlock and fitzchivalry farseer are the same guy#and everyone thinks he was lord goldens lover and bodyguard#who got set aside after he got injured recovering his stolen property#and then married the stablemasters widow who convienently happened to be the brand new holder of a desirable estate#he looks so shady from the outside#fitzchivalry farseer
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I learned about Doji Morita today
#As reductively as possible#Doji Morita was an underground singer/songwriter who made music from 1977 to 1983#They released 8 albums during this time. Creating music that went completely against the trends of the time#which was uplifting jpop and romance songs#Doji Morita was deeply affected by the death of a friend which lead them to creating their music#Until 1983 when they announced their retirement and disappeared#Nobody knew who they were or what their real name was or anything about them#Doji Morita wanted their music to speak for itself and for decades their music is all we ever knew about them#Until 2021 when a prolific author requested a book he wrote be published after his death#In the book we learned a little more about who Doji Morita was as they had passed away in 2018#Officially from heart failure although most likely due to broken heart syndrome following the death of their husband#However despite us knowing their real name today#Doji Morita is still most commonly known by their stage name#And their official name isn't even listed on their wikipedia page#Doji Morita is a rare person who despite a sad end to their life#lived their life on their own terms#Avoiding any fame or personal recognition and known only for their music#Retiring after falling in love and wanting to live a normal life#Which is exactly what they did#Their music is tied deeply to their personal feelings and their sadness#and has connected many people to this day by being an honest expression of these feelings#Which is deeply appreciated especially at the time when many young Japanese people connected to it#more than they did the rising popularity of Jpop idols#Anyway I recommend Sakura Stardust's video on them as she did a lot of research#But I am just happy to enjoy their music in the way they wanted#to just enjoy it on its own and let it speak for itself#SoundCloud
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Mommy kink, slight exhibition kink, this is so funny bc I was planning on writing about dom!choso today but end up writing this?? Not proofread
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âShhh, gotta be quiet Choâ you tantalizingly whispered to his ear, smiling at his hazed-out, innocent expression as you bounced yourself up and down his cock, dragging your sweet cunt that's he's so so addicted to, on his lengthy dick, spreading your creamy slick all around itâyour hands gripped and squeeze both of his muscular biceps during the process, feeling the raw strength beneath your touch as his head slightly leans against the wooden headboard.
You quickly hastened your paceâtrying to get the both of you to cum as soon as possible before his mom comes back to check up on you again. It was your first ever sleepover today so what better way to make it an unforgetful memory then to tease and take advantage of your sweet, doting boyfriend who would do anything for you, as long as it made you happy.
His fingers greedily dug into the soft flesh of your plump ass, grasping your curves possessively as he stared up at youâeyes filled with desire and lust as he captured your lewd expression as his angry cockhead furiously jabs against your g-spot over and over again. Bullyingly impaling your pretty pussy opened around him.
Heâs trying his very best to stifle the desperate urges to moan and whimper too much but he just canât help itâfeeling the intoxicating pleasure of his seductive, horny little girlfriend manipulating his poor cock and body and using him as a fucktoy for your pleasure drove him crazy, just like this.
He loves it when you use him as your personal little toy to fuck. He was made for itâhell, heâd even let you use him while heâs asleep if you need to, He doesnât care. He loves it.
He wouldnât ever admit it but the dirty thought of even getting caught in such a lewd situation like this made his hardened dick throbbed excitedly against your tight soppy wallsâthat were two seconds away from milking him dry. No one has ever seen this side of Choso other than you, so the thought of even partially getting caught sent shockwaves through his mind.
He bit his lips and lets out a string of curses under his breath when he notices the streaks of cum coating his pulsating cock every time his cock disappears into your core and appears again and there was even more cum overlaying it, driving him sooo fucking crazy. The sight pushed him closer to the brink of ecstasy. He was so so close to stuffing you full of his seed.
âYour pussy is sâgoodâ he whimpered out of breath. A mischievous smirk tugged at your lips as you adjusted your hips, grinding your ass against him at a better angleâcoaxing a loud, unrestrained moan out of him.
âNghhâfuck, mâso close Mommyy!â he lets out a low, guttural moan, his hands now gripping onto your waist, desperately trying his best to keep up with your pace as his gaze fixated on the rhythmic bounce of your breast which only further fuels his ardor.
He almost got a heart attack after hearing the next door slamming open. The sudden noise startled him, sending his heart racing with fear. You moaned out deliciously as you excitedly bounced faster, giggling at his scared expression. Heâs so adorable, who knew a big, strong man could be this cute and vulnerable?
Your tight walls hugged his cock so snugly and warm inside of you, you felt like heaven. You grind your hips back and forth on his lap, causing a ripple of pleasure that made your muscles clench even tighter, making his head fall back while he fought the urge to release a moan that threatened to escape his lips.
âGon-naa cum! Hahhh!â He quickly announced, before shooting his seed right up into your sloppy pussyâmaking your head fall back as your back arched slightly, you satisfyingly laughed at the pleasure of your insides slowly being filled up by him. You quickly stuffed two fingers in his mouth to quiet him as you drained more and more cum from his thick balls.
The door swings open with a sudden force, "Heyy kiddos! do you guys need anything? If so let me know and you should get some sleep soon!!" Choso's mom enthusiastically calls out by the door.
You smirked wickedly, pressing your soft boobs against his chest, causing a surge of desire to pulse through him. Before leaning your face into his neck, âBe a good boy and answer her for me, Chosoâ you whispered in a teasing tone before licking a long stripe of his sensitive neckâmaking his cock jolted with arousal against your gummy walls, you can literally feel it beating rapidly inside of you with his seed still stuffed inside of you as you cockwarmed him.
âIâye-yes! Weâre ohh!- okay~â he stammeredâit was all he could make out before his eyes rolled back from the sudden pleasure overwhelming his senses. His head thumped loudly against the headboard as you sucked on his neck, sending shivers down his spine and causing him to lose himself in the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that consumed him.
âChoso, sweetie are you okay?â His mom questioned worriedly, trying to make out what was happening but couldnât see one bit because she didnât have her glasses with her.
âYe-yes! Please juuust go!â His voice cracked as tears prickled from his eyes, his heart pounding with a crescendo of fear and desperation.
âOkay! If you say soâŚâ she replied with a tinge of uncertainty in her voice, casting a quick glance back before gently closing the door behind her with a soft click.
You slowly pulled away, a smirk played on your lips as you took in the sight of how utterly fucked out he looked. So fluttered and adorable.
You cradled his face in your hand, tenderly caressing his cheeks before pushing it deep into your boobs, gently patting the back of his head as he inhaled your scent with a groan. âShhh Cho, I got you baby. Youâre such a gooddd boyâ you cooed comfortingly at him.
You giggled excitedly, feeling his cock rock solid again.
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Duolingo is NOT what it used to be.
âDuolingo is âsunsetting the development of the Welsh courseâ (and many others)â.
Iâve used Duolingo since 2013. It used to be about genuinely learning languages and preserving endangered ones. It used to have a vibrant community and forum where users were listened to. It used to have volunteers that dedicated countless hours and even years to making the best courses they could while also trying to explain extremely nuanced and complex grammar in simple terms.
In the past two years it feels like Von Ahn let the money talk instead of focusing on the original goal.
No one truly had a humongous problem with the subscription tier for SuperDuolingo. We understood it: if you can afford to pay, help keep Duolingo free for those who couldnât.
It started when the company went public. Volunteers were leaving courses they created because they warned of differing longterm goals compared to Duolingoâs as a company; not long after it was announced that the incubator (how volunteers were able to make courses in the first place) would be shut down. A year goes by and the forumsâthe voice of the users and the way people were able to share tips and explanationsâis discontinued. A year or two later, Duolingo gets a completely new makeoverâthe Tree is gone and you donât control what lesson you start with. With the disappearance of the Tree, all grammar notes and explanations for courses not in the Big 8 (consisting of the courses made before the incubator like Spanish/French/German/etc. and of the most popular courses like Japanese/Korean/Chinese/etc.) are removed with it. Were you learning Vietnamese and have no idea how honorifics work without the grammar notes? Shit outta luck bud. Were you learning Polish and have absolutely no clue how one of the declensions newly thrown at you functions? Suck it up. In a Reddit AMA, Von Ahn claims that the new design resulted in more users utilizing the app/site. How he claims that statistic? By counting how many people log into their Duolingo account, as if an entire app renovation wouldnât cause an uptick in numbers to even see what the fuck just happened to the courses.
Von Ahn announces next in a Reddit AMA that no more language courses will be added from what there already is available. His reasoning? No one uses the unpopular language courses â along with how Duolingo will now be doing upkeep with the courses already in place. And here I am, currently looking on the Duolingo website how there are 1.8 million active learners for Irish, 284 thousand active learners for Navajo, and even 934 thousand active learners for fucking High Valyrian. But yea, no one uses them. Not like the entire Navajo Nation population is 399k members or anything, or like 1.8 million people isnât 36% of the entire population of Ireland or anything.
And now this. What happened to the upkeep of current courses? Oh, Von Ahn only meant the popular ones that already have infinite resources. Got it. Duolingo used to be a serious foundational resource for languages with little resources while also adding the relief of gamification.
It pisses me off. It really does. This was not what Duolingo started out as. And yea, maybe I shouldnât get invested in a dingy little app. But as someone who spent most of her adolescence immersed in language learning to the point where it was literally keeping me alive at one point, to the point where languages felt like my only friend as a tween, and to the point where friendships on the Duolingo forums with likeminded individuals my age and other enthusiasts who even sent me books in other languages for free because they wanted people to learn it, the evolution of Duolingo hits a bitter nerve within me.
~End rant.
#duolingo#langblr#huge language rant feel free to skip#evolution of duolingo#luis von ahn#duolingo welsh course#language learning
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Villain!Ghost x Pregnant!Wife!Reader
Synopsis: Your husband wants your company..
A/n: GUYS OMG, I know it's been 1 month and a little more since my last official work. I've been procrastinating on this for so long since I only have less than a week till school again.. Also everyone I love on this app is just disappearing, like @ghost-cyphera just deleted her account 4 days ago and I got the notif but didn't see it in time, I didn't even get to say goodbye. Just wanted to apologize to you guys after being gone for so long as well. Also, another villain!Ghost drabble? đ
Finding it difficult to walk was one of the least things you've suspected you'd be concerned of upon conceiving, always needing your handmaiden's help in such a mundane task was shameful to say the least but your husband insisted.
If it hadn't been the hand maiden then it would've been him instead, you couldn't keep him from his duties from the kingdom as he carried even yours. Wanting you to turn your attention to the health of the babe growing in you and especially yourself..
"My lady.." you were pulled out of your thoughts by the voice of your handmaiden. You took in a breath from the cool air that blew on your face as you stood by the stone railing..
"Yes, Leticia?" You turned to her..
"The prince consort has requested your company.." Leticia announced, you nod as you removed your hand from the cold stone. You glanced once more to the people of your kingdom, going about their day and life before gently lifting yourself off from leaning on the stone.
Leticia offered you her arm to help you walk more efficiently..
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"You sent for me..?" You asked your husband, he was sat and signing another set of documents and scrolls. You closed the door, palms gently pushing till you heard it click.
"No, I told them to announce my arrival to you. How dare they exert my wife by giving her false instructions.." he huffed to which you laughed. He wouldn't do anything violent about it, as he so usually does with staff that don't comply but he knew it'd upset you if anything gory were to happen to them.
"I am quite alright, I need to move around too. It's proven to be good for our child." You said, sitting next to the graciously comfortable chair next to his working desk that he had someone make for you.
You felt relief from the pressure previously on your back, hand on the bump of your stomach and with that a sigh came from your lips. Peacefully watching your husband, the sound of the satisfying scratching of the quill on the crisp papers.
You felt his hand grasp yours, he pulled it, lips resting on the back. His affection made your heart beat faster and he felt it, the pad of his index finger on your wrist. The thumping made him chuckle as you smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder.
"You should rest for a while, my love. You'd work yourself to sickness at this point." You kiss his cheek softly. He put his quill down, "If that's my wife wants.." he said.
He wrapped his arm around you, the other hand placed on your baby bump. His thumb gently rubbing, you jolted a bit feeling a strong kick..
It made you groan, how restless the rascal is. Your husband adjusted his hand to feel the next kick.. he'd swear it was a girl, not that he'd care for that sort of thing. He'd kill for them either way, especially for you. He could stare at you all day, swollen with his child.
How glowing you looked wrapped in the finest silk and the gold and jewels in your hair and body clicking upon contact with another piece, he wished he could tell you how utterly speechless you'd leave each man by just walking passed them but to him no word is enough to describe you.
At least he could spend these small intimate moments with just you and you alone, free of the world for even just a few minutes as he needed a break from the work he very much was eager to do to be able to receive praise from his wife..
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Prince Regent
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader
Word Count: 8.6k
Synopsis: Aemond returns to the Red Keep after the battle of Rookâs Rest with a newfound vigor for his wife.
Themes & Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI!), POV first person (Aemondâs & readerâs), s2x04,05 inspired, enemies to lovers trope, smut, violence, blood, dark/possessive Aemond, breeding kink, swearing, mentions of rape, high valyrian, fingering, multiple orgasms, p in v, doggystyle, creampie, rough sex, hair pulling, choking
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AEMOND
Smoke. Dragon fire. Blood.
It clung to me, acrid and sweet, like a perverse cloak of victory.
A primal urge, raw and unbidden, erupted within me, a hunger that transcended the battleâs end. It devoured my senses. It vibrated within my bones. It consumed my very being.
My adrenaline ebbed, leaving a hollowness in its wake. The battle was over. Victory was ours. Gleaming armor was storming the castle. But that victory hung hollow, a meaningless echo in the carnage. My flesh seared with defeat. A strange fire, unsatiated, stirred beneath my skin.
I needed something more. Something I could sink my teeth into, as Vhagar had. Something warm and living.
From the air, I watched the smoke curl skyward, soldiers scattering like startled ants, and Meleys red corpse lay vanquished beneath brick and dust.
The warmth of my kill was still writhing. It was a fresh, living ember, demanding to be tended.
The impact of my brotherâs fall had torn the wood asunder, set the ground ablaze, smoke and cinders rising steadily towards the heavens. My gaze settled on the inferno, and I urged Vhagar, my reflection in scales and fire, towards it, my mighty beast beating the wind like thunder as we circled twice around the barrenness of the forest, before she heeded my command.
âQubemagon, Vhagar.â (Descend)
I dismounted her and trod a path towards the inferno, my sword materializing in my grasp with a practiced turn of my wrist. Shades of red marred my vision. The air shimmered, thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood.
Adrenaline trickled into my bloodstream.
Never had I been so close to my birthright, so close to erasing the past. My grip tightened around the hilt. Images swam up before me. A lifetime of humiliations, each one a searing brand in my retina. My brother getting what he wasnât fit for, presented to him on a silver platter. But no longer. No more would he be the architect of my suffering.Â
But as a tremor shook the ground, a low rumble heralding the broken form of the golden dragon, a monument of smoke, blood, dirt, and ashes, none of it seemed to matter.Â
As I crested a rise, the world snapped into sharp focus. My gaze landed on him - my brother; melted into a nightmarish tableau of steel, flesh, and bone, encircled by his dragonâs golden body.
Resolution, cold and heavy, settled in my chest. Killing him would be fruitless. The Stranger had already requested an audience.
I had achieved what needed to be done. As I lifted the edge of my sword to its sheath, a voice echoed through the forest.
âAemond!â Cole cried my name like a desperate warning. I glanced back, my weapon disappearing into its sheath with a final rasp.
I looked down at my sacrifice. The damage was raw, excessive. The damage that was wanton. A pang of unease twisted in my gut.Â
A glint of metal caught my eye, and I dropped to my haunches to retrieve the Conquerorâs Valyrian steel dagger from the bloodied earth. The dagger that was once Aegonâs. It was mine now.Â
Ser Cristonâs rustling armor announced his approach. âWhere is His Grace?â he asked, voice quivering.
I didnât respond. Instead, I tilted my chin, allowing the glistening steel guide his gaze toward the grotesque sculpture of my melted brother encircled by golden scales.
Ser Criston crumpled to his knees without a word, as I rose to my feet.Â
A cold knot of regret twisted in my chest as I regarded my tribute. But it was fleeting, replaced by the icy fire of my ambition.Â
There was much to be done, and I needed to proceed if I were to achieve it. I turned on my heel and left Cole and my broken brother behind.Â
The battlefield and the devastation shrank beneath me as Vhagarâs powerful wings propelled us skyward.Â
A sharp thrill prickled my skin that was naught from the velocity, but rather that of my impending regency.Â
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Upon returning to Kingâs Landing, I made my way to the small council chamber, ascending the stairs with slow deliberate steps. The air was thick with tension. The council was in disarray, engrossed in a heated discussion, but fell silent as the doors swung open. Eyes turned to me.
âMy Lords,â I announced, my voice cutting through the sudden hush. I rounded the council table. âMother,â I said, offering a curt nod of acknowledgement as I passed Alicentâs chair.
âAemond,â she demanded, steel in her voice. âWhere is Aegon?â
A heavy pause hung in the air before I met her gaze.
âAegon has fallen,â I said.Â
The council erupted in uproar.Â
Cries of outrage and accusations.
Obscenities.
Scandal.
âHow could this be allowed to happen?â
âWhat is the meaning of this?â
âWe are doomed!â
The disapproval of the Lords sullied the chambers. This council was surely in lack of discipline. I already had my eyes on who I were to replace. Â
âThe King is dead!â
âThe King is not dead,â I countered, my voice calm and mellifluous, soothing the council members like warm milk. Voices dipped and eyes turned to me, an invisible shudder surging through the air. âHe has merely sustained grave injuries and is being brought back to the Red Keep for treatment as we speak.â I began to pace around the table, hands slotted behind my back. âThe King fought bravely,â I continued. âLanding mortal injuries to the Pretenderâs cause. But the Red Queen cast him out of the sky before I could get to him.â
My pacing had brought me to the head of the council table, where I ceased my step. My hand reached out to allow my fingers to trace the chair frame, its iron vibrating with the power I so craved.Â
It was palpable.Â
It was mine for the taking.Â
I looked up at the members of the small council, my eye piercing each and every one of them until they quivered in their chairs.
âAnd in the coils of torment,â I spoke. âMy brother, King Aegon, named me Prince Regent.â
A tremor vibrated the room, weary eyes glanced at each other, bodies twisting uncomfortably in creaking chairs.Â
âIf anyone should be named regent, surely it should be me, his mother,â voiced Alicent.Â
I cast my gaze on her.Â
âAemond is next in line,â came voices from the small council.
âYes, but the King still lives!â Alicent implored.
âWho am I to contest the wishes of the King?â I said softly, casting her a look of pure innocence.
Alicentâs eyes welled like a tide of despair, her head dipping to the table with defeat. If Alicent could conjure words that had not been uttered to serve her own ends, why could I not?
âAemondâŚâ she started, her voice a gentle tremble. âCould we at least discuss this?â
âAs prince regent, I vow to serve this realm, my Lords, and guide our path to victory against the Whore of Dragonstone.â
My gaze drifted to the platform in the center of the table, settling on the cold polished marble that remained. The Kingâs marble. I reached for it, and as my fingers closed around its smooth surface, I met Alicentâs eyes. A flicker of desperate plea danced within them, and I held it with a cold response. She exhaled with defeat as I seated myself in the Kingâs chair, placing the marble in its rocky nest.Â
âAll hail Aemond, Prince Regent and Protector of the Realm,â Lord Tyland Lannisterâs voice came, and the words echoed across the table.Â
A smirk played on my lips. âMy Lords,â I began, splaying my hands atop the table. âLet us commence.â
YOU
Mutters. Whispers. Gossip.
The news, carried on frantic breaths, was a tangled mess.
One moment, the King was dead, the next, grievously wounded. Some murmured of a crippled monarch, others of his mighty dragon slain.Â
It buzzed in my ears as I made my way towards the throne room.
Fear, a cold serpent, coiled in my gut.
The throne room pulsed with tense energy. Hundreds of courtiers jostled for position, their faces etched with a mixture of morbid curiosity and nervous anticipation. I descended the cold stone steps, the weight of each step echoing the growing dread in my heart.
The Iron Throne loomed before me, an empty monument of jagged steel. Its cruel beauty, forged from a thousand fallen enemies, held a chilling glint in the flickering torchlight. I observed it over the shoulder of the woman in front of me, the precariousness of my position suddenly amplified.Â
A shiver ran down my spine. Sometimes, I believed it was cursed. Promising to cast whoever graced it to a terrible fate.
My fingers, restless with apprehension, turned my rings about my fingers, pulling them off and on in a nervous dance. A prickling sensation spread through me as I felt countless eyes burning into my back. Disapproval mingled with a strange reverence. The room thrummed with unspoken questions, and I, too, yearned for answers, desperately seeking a foothold in the swirling vortex of uncertainty.Â
A ripple of anticipation surged through the crowd as a figure emerged. I turned to witness the gleaming silver armor of the Kingâs Guard announcing Ser Criston Cole, the newly appointed Hand of the King. Hundreds of eyes swiveled in his wake as he strode towards the Iron Throne, which seemed to gnash its serrated teeth at his approach.Â
My mind churned in chaotic disarray. Ser Criston had marched on Rookâs Rest, prompting Aemondâs hurried departure. Where my husband was now, remained a mystery. Perhaps still at Rookâs Rest, tending to the fallen King, or perhaps continuing on to Harrenhal, a destination he oft mentioned. Â
None of it mattered.Â
My marriage to Aemond had been a political maneuver, as cold and sterile as a septaâs cell. He held no affection for me, nor I for him. He was the absent, aloof prince Iâd always imagined him to be. Carrying a frozen heart of a killer. Our union was no more than an alliance. Though I was hardly complaining. Married life granted me freedoms I scarcely thought possible for a highborn lady. But I would jest if I said I did not long for something more. Something warm. Something living. But in Aemond, either would be the last place Iâd find.Â
Ser Criston swept a steely gaze across the court, his face unreadable. He chewed the inside of his cheeks curiously, the motion ceasing abruptly when his eyes met mine. Cold and dark. I met his stare head-on, until an odd feeling took root in my gut.Â
Unanswered questions swirled in my mind.Â
Ser Criston tore his gaze from me, his eyes flitting across the room. Then, with a voice laced with authority, he boomed, âI address this court as Hand to inform you that the King has been grievously wounded in battle!â
A collective gasp ripped through the court. Whispers, like startled birds, rose in a flurry.
Ser Criston continued, a steely edge creeping into his voice, âRhaenyra the Cruel will believe she won a great victory this day. May believe we will cower and offer her the throne like whipped dogs. But the False Queen is sorely mistaken. For the throne will not remain empty.â
Whispers escalated into a commotion. An unsettling prickle danced across my skin. My mind darted to the dowager Queen Alicent. Surely, in Aegonâs absence, they would elevate her to the throne. But after usurping Rhaenyra, would they truly place another woman in her stead?Â
My thoughts, apparently, mirrored those of the court, for Alicentâs name drifted around me like a persistent echo.
Ser Cristonâs voice rose to a commanding pitch, reverberating through the throne room, âI present to youâŚâ The heavy oak doors of the throne room ground open, drawing every eye in unison.
My breath caught in my throat as a figure materialized at the stairs.Â
It wasnât Alicent.Â
A frame, draped in dark green leather that shimmered with silver accents, emerged from the groaning doors. The Conquerorâs crown, a heavy circle of iron, sat upon their silver head, casting a long shadow across a face half-obscured by an eyepatch.Â
âPrince Regent, Aemond Targaryen,â Ser Criston declared, his voice thick with forced authority. âRider of Vhagar.â
Aemond descended the steps.
âSlayer of the queen who never was.â
Aemondâs footsteps, muffled by polished leather boots and the collective murmurs of the courtiers, made a predatorâs approach as he stalked toward the Iron Throne. Two Kingâs Guard flanked him with stoic expressions.Â
âAnd Protector of the Realm.â
He ascended the iron steps with a chilling grace, finally settling upon the throne. A hush fell over the court, thick and heavy. Silence stretched as he molded himself into the seat, his lethal hands caressing the equally lethal rests, a small smirk playing on his lips. His voice, a honeyed drawl laced with a hint of steel, echoed in the sudden silence.
âMy Lords and Ladies,â he began, the menacing glint in his blue eye accentuated by the play of shadows on his face. âHis Grace, the King, has been wounded at the battle of Rookâs Rest, and will be incapable to rule.â
There was a power in his presence, an unspoken threat that left the court speechless. Not a cough, not a rustle of fabric dared to break the silence.Â
âTherefore,â he continued, his gaze sweeping over the frozen faces, âI, will act as your sovereign.â
Unease prickled at my skin. Something about Aemondâs demeanor, the unnatural sheen on his face, sent a tremor of suspicion through me.Â
Had this all been a carefully orchestrated play? What truly transpired at Rookâs Rest?Â
My eyes darted to the ornate dagger resting at his hip, the ancestral blade of Aegon the Conqueror. It was the same dagger Iâd last seen clutched in the hand of his brother.Â
As Aemond spoke on, a knot of apprehension tightened in my gut.Â
âThe tide has turned,â he declared, his voice ringing through the stunned silence. âRhaenys Targaryen is slain, along with her dragon.â A small smile tugged at his lips, a low hum escaping them. âThe largest serving the Pretenderâs cause.â He said it like it was a jest. âRookâs Rest has been claimed, leaving Dragonstone vulnerable.â His fingers tapped across the blades. âThis is a victory for us.â
Scattered heads nodded in agreement.Â
Then, his gaze snapped to me, a rapacious glint in his single blue eye. It seemed to bore into my very soul, stripping away any pretense.Â
âItâs all going according to plan,â he murmured, his voice a silken threat, and for a moment, an eerie feeling within told me he was addressing me alone. The fire that danced within his eye flickered a touch too bright, and it felt like he could see every thought swirling in my mind, every flicker of doubt, every spark of fear.Â
It felt like he was about to eat me alive.
A violent terror surged through me, icy fingers gripping my heart. Adrenaline tapped into my veins, a primal urge to flee.Â
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Frantic energy fueled my movements. I shoved dresses, jewelry, all of my belongings, into overflowing wooden trunks. Their straining hinges mocked my desperation. My handmaid, silent but swift, followed my frenzied instructions. I knew then, with a chilling certainty, that I owed her my life after this escape.Â
Aemondâs chambers, once a familiar haven, felt cold and sterile now, stripped bare of my belongings. Rain lashed against the open windows, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my heart. The journey ahead would be long and treacherous. Circumstances werenât optimal, but there was no other choice at my disposal.
My husband was a murderer and a kinslayer twice over. And my intuition told me it would soon be thrice. He wasnât just ruthless; there was an unsettling hollowness behind his actions, a chilling absence of remorse. He was a walking blight, a storm that devoured everything in its path. And I refused to be struck down by its lightning. Â
The apartment doors shuddered open, shattering me into distraught. My flight instincts flared, but I refused to cower. My hand instinctively shot out, grasping my maidâs hand tightly. We held our breath as a large, porcelain hand reached out and pushed the door wider.Â
Aemond entered, leaving the door ajar. His gaze, unwavering and cold, locked with mine. âLeave us,â he commanded, his voice a smooth, cold current.Â
My handmaid curtsied, her grip faltering as she pried my fingers loose. With a hurried glance back, she scurried out, the heavy door slamming shut behind her.Â
An oppressive silence descended, broken only by the frantic pounding of my heart against my ribs.Â
Escape seemed impossible; the air thick with a chilling dread.Â
âYou sent for me, wife?â Aemondâs voice, a silken caress laced with steel, echoed in the cavernous chamber. He approached with a predative grace, each deliberate step shrinking the distance between us.Â
Confusion slammed into me. I hadnât summoned him. This was, by far, the most heâd spoken to me since our loveless union.Â
âYou are mistaken,â I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. My feet, traitors that they were, retreated with each of his advances. Then, it dawned on me, that it might have been his intention to put me in a state of dubiety, making me more malleable. A cutthroat, not only lethal, but cunning.
He stopped beside my overflowing trunk, a flicker of amusement playing on his lips.Â
âTravelling somewhere?â His single blue eye, unnervingly perceptive, held me captive.Â
Panic clawed at my throat. I clenched my trembling hands into fists, slotting them behind my back, forcing my lips into a gentle smile.Â
âI wish to visit my family,â I said. âWith war looming, I wish for us to be together.â
Aemond took another measured step closer. âAo issi aerÄbas mirriot daor,â (Youâre not going anywhere), he murmured, the High Valyrian rolling off his tongue like a sinister threat.Â
A furrow etched between my brows as I attempted to comprehend his words. My grasp of the ancient tongue was limited, and whether he intended me to understand was a cruel game. Perhaps, it was yet another tool to exert his dominance. But based on his relentless pursuit, I gathered me leaving wasnât an option he entertained.
âI am of no use to you, Aemond,â I pleaded, maintaining a safe distance. âMe staying serves no purpose.â
âOn the contrary,â he purred, his voice dripping with a dark promise. His head tilted covetously, venom flashing in his eye.Â
âWe barely exist to each other,â I continued. âWhat difference would it make if I was half a world away?â
âIt would make all the difference.â The warmth in his voice vanished, replaced by a glacial edge. âThereâs the matter of heirs.â
Seven Hells.Â
Anguish twisted my gut. Intuition, a primal scream, roared to life. Images flashed behind my eyelids â Aemond sitting the throne, and Aegon reduced to ash.Â
Had this been his plan all along? Was he the reason for the Kingâs lethal end?
The pieces slammed together in my mind, a horrifying mosaic.Â
I gasped, my back hitting the cold stone wall. Aemondâs ambition stretched far beyond my naĂŻve expectations. Loyalty to his house, to his brother, had been a carefully constructed facade. Beneath it, he schemed, a shrewd predator stalking his ultimate prize. The crown.Â
And the crown needed heirs.Â
He towered over me, his presence overwhelming. He was much taller than I recalled, every inch radiating a rapacious tension. A hand braced itself against the wall, inches from my head.Â
âWhat have you done?â My thoughts materialized into shaky words, laced with an enmity that surprised even me. My gaze raked over him, revulsion twisting my features. The green leather seemed to pulse, an illusion fueled by my churning stomach.Â
A flicker, a hint of something akin to uncertainty, crossed his single eye. It darted across my face, as if truly seeing me for the first time. Perhaps he was. In this desperate flight, weâd never been closer. Close enough to be enveloped by his scent, a foreign musk that did little to quell my churning nausea.Â
âSkoros iksin bÄvilagon.â (What was necessary)
I frowned again, aggravated that he took to High Valyrian as an attempt to shut me out of his thoughts. My jaw clenched, frustration a bitter taste on my tongue.Â
Malevolence rose like a flood as I leaned forward, so close that our noses nearly touched, âI would not have your child in a million years, kinslayer,â I spat, my voice trembling with contained fury. I lunged forward, aiming to push past him, to escape his suffocating presence. But his other hand shot out, slamming against the wall beside me, effectively caging me in.
A venomous glint flickered in his eye as he narrowed it at me through his lashes. A twitch played on his lips, a cat batting at a cornered mouse. âBe that as it may,â he said mellowly. âBut even a bad wife must obey her king.â
A scoff escaped my lips, my eyes sizing him up and down. âYou are no king,â I hissed, defiance lacing my voice. âYou are not even a man.â
His reaction was swift and brutal.
One hand shot out and grabbed my face, forcing my head against the cold stone. Pain erupted at the impact, but quickly subsided as he leaned in, his hot breath fanning against my lips.
âSpeak such treason again, and Iâll show you what I really am.â
âWhat will you do?â I spat back, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and insurgence. âCripple me, like you did your brother? Force yourself on me?â
âDonât tempt me,â he growled, his voice simmering with barely contained violence.
A tense silence ensued, the air crackling with his restrained fury.
My suspicions, already simmering, solidified into a horrifying certainty. Heâd orchestrated his brotherâs downfall on purpose.Â
âHave you no honor?â I whispered, the words a ragged plea.Â
The silence stretched, broken only by our ragged breaths. His hold on my face loosened gradually, his hand falling away. But his gaze remained fixed on me, a storm brewing within its depths.Â
âYou cannot stop me, Aemond,â I said, my voice shrinking. âI will leave this place, one way or another. You can play king in my absence, but it will be a hollow crown.â
âKesan arghugon ao naejot se mĹris hen tegon.â (I will hunt you to the end of the earth)
âSpeak plainly,â I snapped, my patience with his cryptic pronouncements wearing thin.
A chilling smile, devoid of warmth, stretched across his lips. He pushed himself away from the wall, backing away, creating my long-desired distance between us.Â
âYou may go,â he drawled, the amusement in his voice laced with a dangerous edge, that sardonic smile still plastered on his lips.Â
Acrimony filled my gut. What little I knew of this man, I feared greatly, but also told me this was a trick. He wouldnât relinquish control so easily. Heâd allow me to make my âescapeâ, only to have me snatched back by the Kingâs Guard, now under his control, a public display of his authority. There was no true freedom with him.
Maegorâs tunnels, a potential escape route, loomed tantalizingly behind me. If only I were alone, a simple push against the wall would send me tumbling into its dark embrace. But escape without a plan or supplies was a foolâs errand.Â
My mind spun, each possibility twisting the knife of despair deeper. Even if I reached my family, what awaited me there? Shame would be their welcome. Aemond, no doubt, would make sure of it.Â
The rain continued its relentless assault on the outside world, punctuated by the booming symphony of thunder. A flash of lightning illuminated the apartments, casting Aemond in a grotesque, menacing silhouette.Â
Exhaustion overwhelmed me. I slumped to the floor, seeking solace in the meager comfort of my arms wrapped around my knees. Here I was, a prisoner in this gilded cage, condemned to bear the children of a traitor until flames consumed us all.Â
Aemond crouched before me, his wrists resting on his knees. He regarded me with an intensity that bordered on scientific curiosity. A flicker of something, perhaps disappointment, played at his edges.Â
âIâd take you for many things, wife,â he cooed, the endearment dripping with veiled malice. âBut weak was not one of them.â His words landed like a body blow. âIf Iâd known youâd crumble so easily, I would never have wed you in the first place.âÂ
I sniffed and looked up at him, exhaustion a heavy cloak on my lids. âYou did not have much of a say in the matter,â I countered.
A wicked smile twisted his lips and his head tilted to the side. âNo,â he said softly. A sudden chill iced his demeanor. âAnd neither do you.â
He rose to his feet with predacious grace, leaving me pleated on the floor. He sauntered to his chair and seated himself, one leg propped up on his knee, his leather splaying atop the arm rests.
I watched him. His face was turned to the violent storm outside, immersed in contemplation, lightning whipping across his features. A vision of menace. A weapon poised to strike.Â
âSo, what is your scheme, Aemond?â I started; my voice hoarse. His head turned slowly, his gaze locking onto mine with the piercing intensity of Valyrian steel. âDo you envision a period of mourning for the King, followed by a convenient acclamation in your favor? Or will you hurry along the succession and carry out the deed yourself before anyone suspects?â
A single corner of his mouth quirked into a cruel smile. âSuppose I have not yet decided.â His voice was like liquid.Â
Defiance flickered within me. âThe court will never agree to this once they find out what youâve done.â
Aemond hummed, a deep sound in the bottom of his chest. âDragons donât concern themselves with the opinions of sheep.â He leaned forward, resting his arms across his knees. âI am next in line to the throne,â he drawled. âNone is better suited than I.â
I staggered to my feet and went to sit beside him. âWith a legitimate heir,â I said carefully. âYour claim would be uncontested.â
He smirked, as though Iâd read his mind. He leaned back, his eyes gleaming with dangerous delight.Â
âA womanâs pleasure is,â he began, a slow, suggestive smile playing on his lips. His blue eye drifted down my form in a way that made my skin crawl. âOf as much importance as the seed itself.â
A hot flush crept up my cheeks at his implication.
âWhich is why submission must be a willing act,â he finished, his voice dropping to a husky murmur.
I swallowed, provocation crackling through me. Did he truly believe I would succumb to his advances? He seemed to think he could manipulate anyone to his will, whether through seduction or brutality, though I had yet to see the former.Â
âAnd if I refuse?â I challenged, my voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor in my hands.Â
A low growl vibrated in his chest, his face soft. âThen youâll find yourself counted amongst the sheep,â he drawled.
Deflating, I sighed and dipped my head. The only path forward seemed excruciatingly clear. Raising my eyes to meet his, I lifted an eyebrow in rebellion.
âConsider me sheep then.â With that, I rose from the settee and strode towards the apartment doors, the cold of the metal handle stealing the warmth from my fingers as I heaved it open.
It shut then, with a loud thud, and I jumped, a sudden heat radiating behind me. Aemondâs fingers splayed on the oak door above my head. My pulse drummed in my ears, Aemondâs lips grazing my lobe, urging it to pick up the pace.Â
âJaelÄ naejot mazverdagon nyke jorarghutan ao, ÄbrazČłrys?â (You want to make me chase you, wife?) His voice rumbled into me, a low growl as potent as the thunderstorm.
The rolling, guttural words sent a strange warmth through my core. His air consumed me. A rich mixture of smoke, leather, and dragon, infiltrated my senses, intoxicating and unsettling in equal measure.Â
âI canât understand you,â I whispered, my voice barely audible. I felt him smiling against my ear, a low chuckle reverberating into it, sending goosebumps erupting across my skin.Â
âYou won't need to,â he said softly. His hand drifted away from the door and closed around my throat, surprisingly gentle, yet the warmth of his fingers felt like embers branding my skin. They snaked around the back of my neck, the pressure tightening as he turned me to face him. His single eye, a bottomless well of intricacy, held mine captive.
My gaze flickered down to his lips. They were curved into a wicked grin.
His scent became a suffocating presence. The heat radiating from his body, fervid as a dragon, made sweat bead on my forehead. My entire being screamed I was at his mercy. He could crush my life out with a mere squeeze, or worse, with his single eye, he could strip me bare without ever laying a hand on me.Â
But a strange fire flickered within me, a rebellion against his dominion. My hands, fueled by a desperate need for control, reached out and began loosening his doublet, my fingers slow and deliberate.Â
Aemond stilled, his eye falling to my movements. He watched, transfixed, as I unfastened the green leather halfway down his chest, then trailed my fingers lower. His gaze darkened and his breath grew uneven, as the bulge beneath his belt pressed against my touch.
A visceral desire flared within me, a response I couldnât fully comprehend. My pulse hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, slowly drifting between my thighs at the sight of his desire.Â
His grip softened at my nape, and with a surge of defiance, I ripped myself free from his hold, and landed a heavy blow to his stomach. But a wave of terror washed over me when Aemond barely flinched.
Panic clawed at my throat.Â
Taking advantage of his momentary surprise, I flung open the chamber doors and fled, the sound of my pounding heart echoing in my ears.Â
AEMOND
The aftershock of her blow lingered, a dull ache radiating from my gut, while I allowed her to make her escape. Fury, a familiar companion, usually surged through me, promising retribution, suggesting to make her death appear an accident. This time, however, a different heat consumed me, a mix of surprise and⌠arousal.Â
Rarely did I misjudge a person. Yet, the meek mouse Iâd wed had transformed into a daring she-wolf before my very eyes. This escape attempt, fueled by defiance, was a revelation. It made my dick hard.Â
A rapacious glint flickered in my eye. A grudging respect, laced with something far more primal, coiled in my gut. I had underestimated her, and the unexpected turn of events had ignited a spark within me.Â
A smirk twisted my lips, and I hummed with satisfaction, the thrill of the hunt coursing through me.Â
âJaelÄÂ naejot tymagon?â (You want to play?) I murmured, the challenge laced with amusement. âKesi tymagon.â (Letâs play.)
I started into the storm-ridden castle.Â
YOU
Immediate regret shot through me with a pang, a cold fist squeezing my breath.Â
To toy with a dragon was like asking to get burned.
My lungs screamed in protest, my legs burning with each step down the Red Keepâs slick stone steps. Blood, metallic and sharp, left traces in my mouth as I hoisted my cumbersome gown to avoid tripping. The castle shuddered from the storm, which groaned and wailed its onslaught. Guards stood stoic at their posts, their expressions unreadable underneath silver helms. Appealing to them was a foolâs errand.
None dared defy the one-eyed prince.Â
Driven by blind instinct, I found myself pushing through the massive doors of the throne room.Â
The Iron Throne, a monstrous silhouette of twisted blades, dominated the chamber, its edges flashing white-hot under the lightningâs fury. I stumbled towards it, chest heaving, gasping for air.Â
If it truly was cursed, could touching it offer some strange absolution, a release from the gilded cage that was my life? Surely, it couldnât be worse than the fate that awaited me back in his clutches.Â
Ascension. My trembling legs carried me up the steps, each one a monumental effort. Reaching the top, I lingered to sit, an action so simple, yet it loomed so immensely in my mind.
âWaiting to make your peace with the gods?â came a voice, and I turned with a gasp.
Aemond stood in the middle of the room, arms slotted behind his back, approaching with slow, menacing steps, like a predator savoring the hunt. Thunder boomed overhead.Â
âNo,â I countered, spite flaring hot in my chest. âWaiting for you to catch up so I can meet them myself,â I said, descending the steps.Â
âOnce more, so quick to admit defeat,â he taunted, venom dripping from his words like the rain outside.
I studied his sharp features, while the burden of my reality settled like a weight in my chest. âThere is no escaping you,â I gritted out, holding his heavy gaze.Â
His violence loomed heavy, and depravity flickered in his gaze. âYour perception waxes,â he conceded, and suddenly, the world tilted on its axis as he scooped me up and tossed me effortlessly over his broad shoulder.Â
The journey back to his chambers was a furious ballet of resistance. My limbs flailed wildly, desperate for purchase, and obscenities, laced with an untenable fear, ripped from my throat.
A sharp slap landed on my behind, eliciting a yelp of surprised pain.Â
âThe more you struggle,â he growled, the sound a low rumble in his chest, âthe worse it will be.â
A part of me recognized the truth in his words, yet a bestial defiance warred within, refusing to yield. Fueled by a surge of adrenaline, I lunged for his silver hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking with all my might.Â
He hissed through his teeth, followed by a guttural sound echoing deep within him. âIlÄŤbĹĂąos,â (Bitch/Bastard) he cursed.
The apartment door slammed shut behind us as he entered, his movements purposeful. With a rough toss, I landed unceremoniously on the bed, the air whooshing out of my lungs on impact. Fury, a searing inferno, consumed me, each cell screaming in protest, my claws unsheathing. I wanted to hurt him.Â
Anything within reach became a potential weapon. Pillows, a discarded jeweled comb â I hurled them all at him, each item a silent scream of rebellion. But his movements were swift, each projectile dodged with practiced ease.Â
Frustration mounted, morphing into a desperate rage. I lunged at him, a clumsy attempt to push him back. But he remained immovable, an unyielding mountain. Undeterred, I pushed again, and again, fueled by a futile contempt.Â
Finally, as I drew back for another pointless shove, his hands shot out, lightning fast, pinning my arms to my sides. He moved swiftly, his body caging mine in a steely embrace.Â
âLykirÄŤ,â he hummed, the word a low thrum against my ear.Â
âFuck you,â I spat, my chest heaving from my ambush.
Did he mistake me for his winged beast that he could command to his will?
My attempt to wiggle out of his hold was a pointless endeavour. Rage crackled in my veins, but it flickered under his touch. My breath hitched as he leaned closer, the heat of his body searing through my gown. The scent of him, smoke and leather, filled my senses. And the undeniable press of his erection against my stomach sent a jolt through me.Â
This perverted man was enjoying my defiance. His grip tightened, a teasing hold that both frustrated and excited me. My body, traitor that it was, started to soften against him, a spark igniting beneath the embers of anger.Â
âHave you had your fill of my company?â he whispered, his voice husky against my ear. His hands trailed down my arms, sending shivers skittering across my skin.
Every rational part of me screamed to break free, to run for the tunnels, to fight back. But the intoxication of his touch, the heat radiating from him, the suggestive murmur against my ear â they all conspired to trap me.
Before I could think, my head slowly turned from one side to the other.Â
He hummed deeply. âSay it.â
Frustration warred with a strange vulnerability within me. My cheeks burned, and I clenched my jaw hard enough to taste blood.Â
âI haven't.â
âYou haven't what?â
Fury flickered back to life, fueled by his smug grin and the realization of how easily heâd manipulated me.Â
âI haven't had enough,â I gritted out, the words a reluctant surrender.Â
A growl of satisfaction escaped him before he grasped me by my throat, pushed me back against the wall, and tasted my next breath on his tongue.Â
His lips, hot and demanding, devoured mine like a beggar, silencing the gasp that threatened to escape. Heat, a wildfire erupting at the junction of our bodies threatened to consume me. Fury, a simmering ember, still flickered within. I shoved against his chest and stomped on his feet; futile attempts against his unyielding form.
âGaomagon vÄŤlÄŤbagon nyke daor,â (Do not fight me) he said roughly against my lips, nipping at the bottom one. âKesÄ botagon daor.â (You would not survive)
I didnât understand him, and it urged on my fury. I opened my mouth with a quip in mind, but he used that opportunity to slide his tongue inside, hot and wet. The anger threatened to drown the blossoming desire, creating a tempestuous war within. I panted, torn between resistance and a strange, unfamiliar need, a fever writhing and pulsing inside my veins. My hands clenched in the rough leather of his doublet, a desperate attempt to maintain some sort of control.Â
I closed my teeth on his bottom lip, and he hissed sharply, encircling my throat with his hand, pushing me against the stone.Â
âKelÄŤtÄŤs,â (Stop) he growled.
The question of whether he even realized he was speaking High Valyrian was a fleeting thought. I melted into his rough hold, to his wicked mouth crashing against mine again and again, getting lost in the hot glide of his tongue. His rough kisses, the frantic press of his body, all contrived to unravel my carefully constructed defenses. A soft moan escaped my lips as my nipples brushed against his chest, sending sparks lower. He groaned low in his throat, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth.
With practiced ease, he untied the strings of my dress, letting the fabric pool around my ankles. I stood there in only my kirtle, breathless under his heated gaze. A dark groan rumbled from his chest as he slipped his hands beneath my thighs, effortlessly lifting me. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. His grip tightened on my bare flesh, a touch too rough, and I retaliated with another yank on his silver hair. An angry sound erupted in his throat as he attempted to shake off my grip.Â
He carried us to the bed, the world tilting on its axis as he settled me on top of him. Our mouths met in a frantic clash, a tangle of tongues and heated breaths. We tore away from each other briefly, just long enough for him to pull my kirtle over my head.
Naked and exposed, I felt a shiver dance across my skin under the intensity of his gaze. Something dark moved through his eye, and my skin prickled with goosebumps.
He gripped the swell of my hips, his palms sliding upward, a slow exploration that sent sparks igniting in my blood. The fight drained from me, replaced by a heavy languor. His fingers, surprisingly gentle for a cold-blooded killer, traced patterns across my skin, before cupping my breasts into a rough grip. A soft moan escaped my lips as his thumb brushed a nipple, and pleasure rushed to my core. He leaned in and closed his mouth over a peak, drawing it in with a slow, gentle suck. My head fell back, a groan escaping my throat. My hands filtered into his thick silver, my fingers impulsively easing off the leather tie that kept it out of his face, and it went cascading around his features like spills of moonlight.
Awe mingled with desire as I watched him continue to explore my body, his mouth leaving a trail of wet heat across my skin. I cupped his sharp face in my hands, the rational, caged side of me screaming to tear him off me. I made weak, pitiful attempts to do so, but Aemond growled his disapproval and sucked my nipple hard. The wet heat of his mouth tugged between my legs as he moved to the other, flames curling low in my stomach. I ground down on him, my wet entrance dampening the dark leather of his breeches, the friction sending a delicious heat through my core. A moan ripped from his lips.
I was on fire, a confusing mix of desire and desperation clawing at me. I needed something more, something to push me over the edge. My body moved of its own accord, grinding harder, seeking that elusive release.Â
He released my nipple with a graze of teeth that sent a jolt of white heat through me, and looked up at me with his eye dark like the storm.
âSkoros gaomagon jaelÄ?â (What do you crave?), he rumbled.
Exhaustion gnawed at me, but a visceral need pulsed deep within. âPlease,â I pleaded, the word a ragged whisper escaping my lips, the frustration of the language barrier a dull ache compared to the firestorm raging in my core. âMore,â I begged, grinding against his erection with desperate mewlings.Â
When his hand lowered to palm my pussy, my skin caught on fire, burning me from scalp to toes. Desire inflated in my throat when he ran his hand up my neck, into my hair, grabbing a fistful and using it to arch my head back, his touch both possessive and arousing.Â
âIs this what you desire?â he rasped against my throat, his voice husky with restrained passion. His calloused thumb began drawing circles on my clit, a slow, deliberate exploration that sent frustration battling with a rising tide of pleasure.Â
I nodded desperately. âYes,â I gasped.
He slipped two fingers into my wetness, and I arched my back, groaning in pleasure and a little pain, his fingers filling me up to the brim. My hands found purchase in his hair, anchoring myself as he moved his digits, flames of pleasure licking at my walls.Â
Ecstasy unfurled in my veins like milk of the poppy, mind-numbing, delirious, as he slid his thick fingers in and out of me, rubbing a sensitive spot deep within. Hot pressure expanded, and my eyes rolled back in my head. A throaty moan escaped my lips with every thrust of his fingers and a delicious rumble rolled in his chest.Â
His grip around my hair suddenly vanished and his thumb began rubbing circles on my clit as he fingered me. I cried out, the intensity overwhelming, and I braced myself on his leather-covered shoulders, a cold sweat starting beneath my skin.
âSholÄŤze,â (Youâre so wet), he groaned against my skin, the word a brand that sent shivers lancing through me, the heat beneath the surface threatening to erupt. I rolled my hips on his fingers, and a satisfied growl escaped his mouth, his eye dropping to witness me riding his hand as my pleasure ran down his wrist, my leg and onto his lap.Â
âShkelagon zhÄdys,â (Youâre making a mess), he whispered into my mouth, swallowing my desperate cries.Â
A third finger, bold and intrusive, slid inside, the added pressure sending me over the edge. My vision swam, black dots exploding at the edges. My heart pounded to the fire searing through every nerve in my body. Throaty moans tore from my lips over and over, as I clenched around his moving fingers. He groaned with dark satisfaction, encircling my waist, pressing me against him as I rode out my orgasm.Â
The storm within me subsided slowly. His fingers, once urgent, now moved slowly in and out of me while I caught my breath and the ringing in my ears faded. He didnât withdraw until heâd coaxed out the very last tremor of pleasure from my body.Â
A languorous warmth, a deep sense of satiation unlike anything Iâd ever known, bloomed within me.
Lost in the afterglow, I trailed kisses up his neck, small noises of contentment escaping my lips.Â
âGevie,â he panted, slipping his fingers out of me.
I knew that word.
Beautiful.Â
AEMOND
I never thought the act of making an heir would be this⌠riveting.Â
So much pure heat, flame and pleasure, fueled not just by my own desire, but by the sight of her pleasure burgeoning under my touch. It was a new prospect entirely. I could have reached my own release simply from witnessing hers.Â
But this was not going to make an heir, after all. Â
She ran her fingers over my erection, her lips and teeth teasing a line down my neck as she came down from her high. My hand, forearm and lap were slick from her sweet desire.Â
She settled back into my lap, a vision of post-orgasmic bliss. Her eyes, usually bright and defiant, were now hooded with languid satisfaction, her cheeks flushed a becoming crimson. Her lips, slightly parted, breathed shallowly. I pushed my thumb between them, and she met the intrusion with a beckoning glide of her tongue, the wet heat settling in my groin. I pulled my thumb free, wiping the evidence of her touch across her lips.Â
This woman, this force of nature, was mine. My wife.
Lightning played across her features like she was its master. Like she embodied the raw power of the storm.Â
Untamed, fierce, fuckable.
She was molded just for me.
Her fingers, tracing a familiar path down my doublet, encountered the bulge straining against the fabric, my dick throbbing at her faintest touch.
âTake it off,â she said, working on the buckle. I reached my hands up my neck, loosening the doublet from my frame.Â
âDo not attempt any strikes this time,â I drawled, a playful challenge in my voice. I relished the smile that spread across her lips.
âYou have my word,â she said softly.Â
The leather of my arms whispered down, discarded on the floor like a shed skin. Her eyes ignited with raw desire, a flickering flame that mirrored the inferno that had been building within me. Her fingers, hesitant at first, traced a path down my chest, my abs, further, until her hand slipped beneath my breeches and over the length of my dick.Â
I hissed through my teeth. The heat, a branding iron searing flesh, intensified as her hand, unsure but determined, wrapped around my erection, heat curling at the base of my spine. Her hesitant touch grew more confident as she stroked me from base to head with smooth, gentle motions, sending a low groan rumbling from my chest.Â
I grabbed her face and grazed her chin with my teeth, making her stroke me harder. âIâll fill you with my seed, wife,â I growled, the words rough against her skin. A promise, a threat, a declaration of possession â all rolled into one. Â
Her sigh held a hint of resignation, contrasting the fire in her eyes. âAs long as youâll leave me alone once youâre done,â she mumbled, the words laced with quiet defiance.Â
Fury, a red-hot ember, flared within me.Â
I threw her down on her knees on the bed and yanked her head back by her hair until her head rested against my shoulder. The vulnerability in her exposed throat fueled a dark avarice within me. My erection pressed against the heat of her ass, restraint becoming an impossible enemy.Â
âYouâre bound to me now,â I growled in her ear, the words a possessive vow. âYouâre not going anywhere.â
A ghost of a smile played on her lips, a silent challenge that both frustrated and excited me. I leaned in, whispering a single word against her ear, âĂuhon.â (Mine) I nipped her earlobe, making her hiss.Â
When I released her, she sagged forward, head hanging low. Her shoulders slumped, and she lowered herself onto her hands, the curve of her backside a sight that ignited a fresh wave of heat within me.Â
I discarded my breeches, the urgency a physical ache in my core. Kneeling behind her, I pushed two fingers inside of her. She clenched down on me so tightly. I groaned and pulled my fingers free. As I rubbed the head of my cock against her wet opening, the heat of it almost burned me. A tremble coasted throat her, and her fingers gripped the sheets, bracing herself.Â
I eased into her, and, gods spare me, she was so fucking tense, to the point she nearly resisted me entirely. I caressed her ass, her hips, running my hand up and down her back, attempting to relax her, uttering words I scarcely knew were the Common Tongue or High Valyrian.Â
âVÄŤrČłn (take it), youâre so fucking wet, gĹŤrogon mirre yno (take all of me).â
Until her walls softened and I watched myself slide into her, until I was as deep as I could go.
Seven Hells.Â
The feeling was overwhelming. The way she clutched me like a wet fist. Every cell in me ached for more, to fuck her hard, relentlessly, but I gave her a moment to adjust, squeezing her, running my hands all over her.Â
Soon, she was rocking back against me, and I gave her what she wanted, pulling out all the way before slowly pushing back in, every inch of me vanishing. She groaned and dropped her face to the bed, fisting the sheets in her hands. I gripped the swell of her hips, guiding her warm, wet pussy onto my throbbing dick over and over, watching their salacious union, my sight darkening at the squelching sounds that ensued. A deep hum erupted from my chest.
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes hooded with lust, settling on each lazy thrust.Â
âIksis ao bisa ijiĹrtan?â (Is this pleasing you?) I rasped, but before she could answer, I fucked her a little harder. It occurred to me that she probably could not have understood what Iâd been saying half the time.Â
Her head fell forward, and the sight of her biting down on her hand to quiet her moans sent a heady rush to my head, lighting me on fire.Â
Thunder rolled overhead.Â
I was completely lost in the heat of her, taking her hard, watching her ass bounce against me with every thrust. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back against my chest.
She was panting, fucked into soft compliancy.
âTo whom do you belong?â I growled in her ear.
She didnât resist any of my advances this time. âYou,â she breathed.Â
âSay my name.â
âAemond.â
âAnd who is your King?â
âAemond.â
My grip snaked and tightened around her neck as I fucked her.
âSay it.â
âYouâre the King, Your Grace,â she whined. âThe first of your name.â
It set me on fire.
I pushed her back down and fucked her through her second orgasm, holding her hips up when her legs gave out. She shuddered and clenched around me, the pressure sending licking fires down my back, threatening to erupt. I gritted my teeth as I came inside of her, a white, hot fire shooting through me so hard, my vision went black.
My muscles shook from the aftershock.
I doubled over her, letting my forehead rest on her back as we came down.Â
When I pulled out of her, I watched my seed leak out of her entrance like white tears. I plugged it with my fingers, burrowing deep inside of her, and she gasped.
âDragonseed is precious,â I rumbled into her ear. âWould not want it to go to waste.â I kissed her temple.
âTepagon aĹha dÄrys iÄ dÄrilaros, dĹna ÄbrazČłrys.â (Give your king an heir, sweet wife)
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#how to add a cliche to make your ship more devastating in one fatal move:#what if kaname was planning to confess to tatsumi after announcing their unit#what if he was planning to go tell his brother everything once they got this one big step out of the way#what if everything was so close. the honesty just below the surface. what if just a few moments changed everything.#but none of that happened and instead all of that warmth just disappeared.#Out of Character.#delete later
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After this year, it seems Tommy does not give a fuck anymore and is just on a rampage of intentionally giving bad creators a taste of their medicine. Then disappearing for months until itâs time to announce his new comedy show. What a legend.
He could be doing drugs, yet heâs here is, doing Tommyinnit things, whatever that means, no one can figure out his behavior though many have tried.
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â°. â study me | hhj
genre: smut, fluff
pairing: nerd!hyunjin x afab!reader
wc: 6k
warnings: inexperienced hyunjin, oral (m receiving), protected sex, fast-ish plot progression, strangers to lovers (only roughly proof read)
author's note: @hyunverse and @astraystayyh made me do it (also inspired heavily by rin's post!!!!!) đđđ
He had always been cute, though he surely wasn't aware of it; when he sat in class, dainty glasses by the curve of his nose, he always seemed focused, taking notes with furrowed brows, full attention granted to the professor up front. When he left the lecture hall it was often in lonesome, and hurried; not shy, per se, but quick, and quiet. When people talked to him he was polite, though his shoulders tensed, and a blush crept up his smiling cheeks; not uncomfortable, as far as you could tell, yet visibly not in his element, either â and it all added to his charm. He was smart and aware of it, though he seldom raised his hand, initiated questions. He never corrected professors on their mistakes, never played the know-it-all even though he could. He simply sat in class, day after day, to your right in front of you, and left to go to his next class as quietly as he had entered your mutual one.
You watched Hyunjin walk into the lecture hall, headphones covering his sense of hearing, bag thrown over his shoulder lazily, a subtle lightness in his step. He fixed his glasses with a long, delicate finger before he sat down to prep his desk; placing his laptop in front of him, reducing the brightness before typing away his password, fishing in his bag for his phone right before the professor walked in. Hyunjin was busy taking off the bony headphones before they disappeared in his bag, and a big hand slid through the dark strands of his hair, only needing one movement to fix them into place; after that there seemed to be a click in his demeanour, in his attention. No music in his ears, no phone in his hands; quick fingers that were copying the headline of today's topic which the professor had projected onto the board, concentrated, glasern eyes void of the initial casual leisureness the had entered the classroom with.
It was a little bit of a ritual, watching him in class; you weren't sure if it was creepy, if it made you some sort of pre-version of a stalker, or an obsessed freak. You weren't sure either, if watching him was the reason you were at risk of failing the class, altogether. You were surprised every day anew that no one else was; that Hyunjin seemed to be nearly invisible for most people on campus, left for the few friends he kept with, or the occasional aquaintance he made for group projects before those relationships faded away, due to the lack of its' benefit. Yet even those people didn't seem to be taken by him the way you were, didn't see him the way you did; a striking beauty, hidden beneath a character so quiet and quirky, helpless, almost, that to others he appeared nothing but ordinary. A studious nerd, introverted and awkward; but you didn't want to go through another day without having talked to him. Couldn't, you thought; you needed to initiate a conversation, wanted so bad to hear the sound of his voice, the look of his eyes when the object he was looking at was you.
The professor had announced a group project for today's class, and had, by the end of explaining all about it and before dismissing the class, ordered you to look for partners until the next lesson, to start with first preparations. In your opinion, it was the perfect opportunity to go up to Hyunjin without appearing a freak, or too pushy, or utterly random; you weren't sure he even knew your name, so simply asking for a coffee seemed too finite to you. As expected, while everyone was still packing their bags and talking of weekend plans and just how boring their next class was going to be, Hyunjin had already put on his headphones and was on his way out of the hall, daring to disappear into the crowd of students before your very eyes. You hurried to collect your things before you stumbled down behind him, falling into a slow run to catch up with him. He was tall, quite a bit taller than you, so his struts were fast without being hurried, and you struggled to keep up with him, fighting your way between people before your hand could finally reach his figure, and a finger of yours tapped on his shoulder.
Your touch made him stop in his tracks in a rather confused manner, and he turned around perplexed before locking eyes with you. When you smiled at him expectantly one hand of his freed his right ear from his headphones, and he returned your smile, though only politely, yet not catching what you have stopped him for. The confusion was written in his eyes, and you hurried to clear it up.
"Hey, I'm y/n, from uh, Statistics... we just had this class together."
You looked at Hyunjin, waiting for a response, despite not having cleared up anything at all. He nodded, fixing his bag on his shoulder. You almost got distracted by the veins which ran through his hand when he did that, but you forced yourself to look him in the eyes instead. Brown and deep. You had never noticed before how captivating they were.
"Yeah, I know who you are...", a smile on his lips and you weren't sure what it meant, but there was a deep blush on his cheeks right after, and it made your chest fill with a warmth so sound you simply kept smiling at him.
"Was there anything you needed?" Pure curiosity in his tone, and you wondered how such a smart person could be so foolish. Though it was cute seeing him perplexed, cute seeing a void of his usual intelligence within his eyes.
You cleared your throat and fixed your bag yourself, before nodding up at him. You had never stood this close to him, had never noticed just how tall he was.
"I wondered if you wanted to be my partner for the group project thing. I'm not really good at statistics, so I wanted to pair up with someone who could... help me. In a way."
Hyunjin blushed deeper at that, and the fist around the strap of his bag tightened. He gulped visibly, Adamâs apple bobbing before his eyes lost yours suddenly, and he nodded, stuttering a little when he spoke.
"Uh, yeah, for sure. I, uh, I'm not really, like, sure if I can help much, I'm not a great teacher, but, uhm-", he looked at you, and you simply reciprocated his gaze; he blushed yet a little harder, fixed his glasses with a clumsy finger, and gave you a shy smile, "but, yeah. I'll be your partner."
â.â.â
It was a Saturday night, and it felt strange not sitting in front of the mirror to apply some make-up, or get a decent outfit ready to wear to a night out with your friends. Instead, your old bag was thrown carelessly over your shoulder and the steps you took on the glistening asphalt were taking you to Hyunjinâs dorm, to study and work on the project with him at seven in the afternoon. Not what you normally busied yourself with, not on a weekend, but you hadnât been this excited over a Saturday night plan in a good while. The day prior, Hyunjin had been ready to leave right after confirming he would partner up with you; that you needed to exchange phone numbers in order to be able to start the work he had seemingly forgotten, and you had giggled when heâd typed his contact into your phone with a guilty smile and a low-hanging head. He had replied quickly when you had texted him, clarifying his schedule â busier than you had expected, packed to the brim â before confirming to meet up today. And you had been giddy ever since.
When you knocked on his dorm room, Hyunjin opened moments later. He looked comfortable, in a plain black shirt and grey sweatpants, no glasses but his long, raven hair in a lazy bun. He smiled before welcoming you in, stepping aside and closing the door behind you. The room wasnât big, much like your own, but clean, neat. Not much decoration on the walls but a picture or two, seemingly of family members, or close friends. You spotted multiple game consoles and a spacey monitor on his desk, an expensive looking keyboard, heavy headphones â different ones he took with him to class â, a mic, his school laptop on his bed. Two candles by his nightstand, and one bouquet of dried flowers on his windowsill; if dried on purpose of due to lack of care you were unsure, but they were pretty nonetheless.
Hyunjin stood behind you as you took in his small room, abashed and clearing his throat when you finally looked at him again. You smiled, and disposed your bag next to his bed.
âNice room.â
He must have not expected the compliment; he looked perplexed, chuckling suddenly and a little too loud before thanking you quietly. He got rid of a couple strands of loose hair with a quick hand, and straightened his back, shaking his head as if to rid himself off thoughts, to find his way back to you. He gave you a quick smile, too; it was so pretty that you almost told him, almost stepped up to be level with him and touch the side of his face, purely to manifest him within you. Him and his face, his shy smile with itsâ small, pearly teeth and glistening eyes.
âAlright, I guess we should start. The desk is pretty, uh, full and stuff, you can just sit on the bed, if... you donât mind.â He sat down on the chair in front of the desk, motioned you to the bed. He tripped over the light carpet on his floor before finding his seat, though acted as though nothing had happened; cute.
âJust get comfortable.â
The sentence didnât carry any connotation yet Hyunjin reddened after he spoke, and lost your eyes to rummage in his bag and in the drawers of his desk to fish out all the materials he thought heâd need. You smiled to yourself, and did as he told you; got comfortable on his bed, and got out your papers and pencils, spreading them out on his blanketed mattress. It smelt nice, his bed. Clean, almost like neutral linen, but with a hint of a scent you believed to be uniquely his. It was the first time you sensed it; you had never been close enough to him before to notice it, but now that you sat in the essence of it, in the core of his existence, in his very own four walls, it engulfed you. It was deep vanilla and sweetest honey, it was a scent dark and intense, but light. It wasnât heavy, it didnât suffocate you. It simply existed in the space around you, and it stuck to him; you doubted youâd ever forget the scent again.
When Hyunjin looked at you again, turning to face you on his chair, he stopped in his tracks, and his eyes seemed to widen, his jaw to tighten. It felt unfamiliar seeing him without his glasses, though very much known to watch the pink flush creep up his neck. He blinked a couple times, simply watching you, and it wasnât until you shifted in your place, sinking further into his mattress that he moved again, pretending to look for something, or really doing so. He cleared his throat and choked on his own spit, fell into a short coughing fit; you almost giggled, and when Hyunjin caught sight of your repressed grin, the pink on his neck deepened into a red; he was even more helpless than you initially thought. He was still looking around, not frantically but close to it, mumbling something you didnât catch, until you spotted his glasses on the nightstand. You leaned over to get hold of them, and offered them to him, with eyes big and expectant.
âAre you looking for those?â
The room was so small that the distance between the edge of the bed and the desk was only an arm length, so Hyunjin got hold of the glasses simply by reaching out, thanking you. He was interesting; everything he did around you, from the way he moved to the way he spoke, seemed always to be happening in a state of trance, or incredible awkwardness you hoped stemmed from fluster, not discomfort. The feeling spreading in the pit of your stomach was indescribable, when Hyunjin, with soft, delicate fingers and a familiar move, placed the silvery glasses on the rich curve of his nose, fixing them into the dip of his ears before sliding them up; ready to work, and he looked concentrated momentarily, serious; far more attractive up close than when you watched him in class, and you wondered if youâd handle an entire hour of speaking to him while in his bed, in his room, in the midst of his scent.
Yet the hour flew by too fast for your liking, and before you knew it you were packing your bag and making your way to the door of Hyunjinâs dorm room. The hour had contained of more giggling and casual talking than you had thought, and it had gotten you excited. Maybe it was your fantasy, but Hyunjin had seemed interested; more than just into the project, interested in you, too. He had asked questions, had initiated conversation, had neglected his work. He had been â after half an hour â brave enough to poke fun at your lack of mathematical skill, after you had failed to understand an equation heâd tried to bring closer to you. You had gasped and acted hurt, and the giggle which he had followed up with had made you so speechless that Hyunjin had needed to continue with the explaining, flustered and stuttering, a little rocky; all hope of understanding his explaining had been lost there, but you hadnât minded it.
Hyunjin stood by the door, held it open for you. There it was again, the fluster in his eyes, the flush on his neck; and you werenât even doing anything. Itâs not like the big doe eyes you caught his gaze with could play any role in his abash, or the purposeful teasing smile you shot him. It also couldnât be the fact you simply stood in his door, waiting for him to say something, instead of leaving for the night with a simple goodbye, with your bag in hand, and quick fingers in your hair, pretending to fix it.
âUh, we didnât really come really far.â, he finally voiced with a chuckle, and you reciprocated. Yet you waited; it seemed there was more he wished to say. Hyunjin stepped from one foot to the other, furrowed his brows quickly before losing your eyes, locking your gaze again and opening his mouth, though without success initially. He closed it again, at a loss for words, and you cocked your head curiously, deliberately waiting, feigning ignorance. He huffed out an awkward chuckle, more air than laugh, and ruffled his hair. It made it look messier than before, but you liked it.
âSorry, just â do you wanna meet tomorrow? I know itâs a Sunday, but... I donât know, I thought we could work on the project some more. Only if you want to.â, he added quickly when you didnât say anything. Only after you nodded with a smile Hyunjinâs shoulders seemed to relax, the tension in his body dissipating into relief.
âIâll see you tomorrow then. Same time?â
â.â.â
It had been two weeks of continuous meeting and working on the project with Hyunjin; but it had also been two weeks of continuous laughing and talking, of conversations far more memorable than the frustration over the schoolwork. Hyunjin had opened up to you, though still shy and quiet, far calmer around you now, more comfortable, it seemed. Yet you shied from initiating more; you had touched his thigh in friendly manner a week ago, barely a second, and the man had turned to a statue of stone, had lost sense of every word heâd had dancing on his lips, had lost train, even, of every thought; it had needed him a good five minutes before he had spoke again. Not only that, but he had eyed you the entire time after, hadnât left his eyes wander from you, unless youâd caught and reciprocated them; only then his gaze had fallen to his fiddling hands in his lap, sneaking a look again only when you werenât watching anymore.
You were sure he liked you, you doubted to be wrong about that; but ironically, you liked him too much to confront that, in fear of shying him away, of risking the delicate friendship which had developed over the past two weeks. The group project would end next week, and you werenât sure if youâve acquainted enough to stay friends beyond that.
You were sitting on Hyunjinâs bed, him on the mattress beside you, two hours into working on a PowerPoint which looked somewhat decent; decent to Hyunjinâs standards, that was, because you didnât even know half the tricks he used to connect slides and merge texts and pictures; you would have stopped working on it a good while ago, deeming everything neat and sensible, but Hyunjin had looked at you wide-eyed and shocked, claiming it wasnât near half-way done. You didnât mind that he continued working on it; you enjoyed spending time with him, and you enjoyed watching him work, seeing him in his element. He had told you that he was into computers and everything regarding them, whether it was gaming or programming, or merely learning about the matter; youâd had the privilege to watch him build together a new keyboard he acquired, and as little interest as you had in the matter yourself, it was fascinating seeing him burn for something. He had grown bashful when heâd notice how much he had talked, and had apologized; when youâd admitted how cute it was, he hadnât known what to do with himself, and had simply gone back to installing.
The small laptop lay on Hyunjinâs thighs as he typed away, finding new things to add, brows furrowed and the familiar, concentrated look in his eyes you knew so well from class; and, now, from working together with him. You watched him, werenât left to do much more; and you enjoyed it. Hyunjin wore a nicely fitting polo-shirt over a simple flannel, and loose jeans which hung down his body leisurely. One of his fingers was adorned by a simple silver ring, matching with the silver of his square glasses; he looked unbelievable, and he didnât even know it. Over the past week â if it was any possible â Hyunjin had somehow become even more beautiful to you. Knowing him closer made his exterior seem brighter, kinder; as though his soul reflected on his body and pulled you in even deeper than previous.
When he noticed you staring from his peripheral he caught your gaze, though not without his usual shyness. He chuckled a little before you smiled at him, and his eyes lost yours again.
âWhyâre you looking at me like that.â His voice carried a hint of a whine, and your skin burned at the sound of it. The side of his face was a deep pink, his ears fire as he typed away on the project. You gathered your bravery; today could be the last time youâd meet him like this, with an excuse and void of brave initiations.
âI like looking at you. Youâre cute when youâre working.â
He hadnât expected it, neither have you; you meant the words, but you were surprised just how easily they slipped past your lips. Without friction, smooth; clear. So clear that Hyunjin stuttered around before going back to the laptop, the blue hues illuminating his face so prettily, you wished to remember this sight forever. Even if today didnât go anywhere. Even if your short friendship would only be a memory a year down the line; you wished to remember the way his eyes glistened with a mix of confusion and curiosity in the dim light of the laptop screen, how his nose curved beneath his reflecting glasses, the way his tongue darted out and his wet lips caught again the hues of the computer.
Hyunjin mumbled a quiet âWhat are you saying?â, almost to himself because you barely caught it, and you huffed out in amusement.
âIâm serious.â Your tone was, too, and it made Hyunjin look at you, momentarily. His brows were furrowed, in something like question, doubt. It needed him a while to find his words, fishing them from somewhere within him; you could see the work in his mind, processing your words and understanding them, thinking of a response. You saw the whole process, before he finally spoke.
âWhy, though?â Too long a time he took for two words only, but they sounded so honest your eyes softened, and your head cocked a bit, questioning. Hyunjin noticed, and followed up.
âIâm, like, boring. Why are you even hanging out with me?â
âBecause I like you.â
The words flooded the room. They had felt trapped in your throat though gushed out the moment you allowed them, and they drowned you both in their weight. Hyunjin only sat, and looked at you. You have never seen him so pale, so colourless; you hoped it was a good sign.
âI donât think youâre boring. Youâre the most interesting person I know. And I like you.â
Only then Hyunjinâs face returned to the usual colour heâd acquired around you over the past two weeks; crimson red and his ears flaming, his neck probably hot if you only touched it. The moments of silence he granted you with were torturing, but the look in his eyes as he held your gaze looked promising; and then his cheeks painted pink, and he started blinking excessively.
âI... I like you, too.â
Two highschoolers confessing, but something about it was sweet, and pure, and ignited a fire within you.
âCan I kiss you?â, you heard yourself saying, and before you knew it, you felt his lips on your own. Soft, the very first thing you thought. Like clouds on your lips, or feathers, or sweet cotton candy. And though Hyunjin wasnât skilled per se, a little helpless with his teeth and his tongue, unsure of what to do, you enjoyed it. You enjoyed the slow pace of the kiss, the wet sounds your lips made when they touched. You enjoyed feeling his urge to touch you, to lay a finger on your thigh, before he collected enough courage to do so; and the touch was heavenly, too. Heavy on your body, significant and real. Everything about Hyunjin made you buzz; and then a whine slipped past his lips. It tumbled over into your mouth and you swallowed it, before Hyunjin could retract from you a bit, embarrassment glazing his eyes. You smiled in response, burning with a newly found passion now. He mumbled a quiet âSorry.â, but you shook your head, softly, inching yet closer to him. You felt his breath on your lips, could see the droplet of sweat on his forehead. You could see your own reflection in his glasses; you took them off slowly before almost connecting back to a kiss, yet not quite.
âDonât be sorry. I wanna hear that sound again.â
You closed the distance between you, and at your words Hyunjin complied, and let a sigh escape him. You almost reciprocated, almost followed suit; you had never heard anything prettier, anything more desperate and honest. You continued kissing him before you allowed your hands to explore his body, cautious of his reactions and even more eager when he leaned into your every touch. He was chasing you, your lips, your hands, your fingers which started playing with the loop of his leather belt. Hyunjinâs breathing had become staggered by this point, heavy and irregular, chest heaving so intensely you almost chuckled at it.
It was subtle, but when you felt his hips buck up from the mattress in impatient anticipation you moaned into him, and finally undid his belt, opened the button of his jeans. You retracted, gave a quick peck to his searching, reddened lips.
âThatâs okay, yeah?â
Hyunjin didnât seem like he had understood the question. He didnât seem like he understood anything around him while he was looking at you; seeing him so very dumb founded, in absence of his usual cleverness and brains, was far better than you had anticipated, far more satisfying. It gave you an ego boost you didnât know you needed, or wanted, for that matter.
You chuckled, and asked again; only then Hyunjin nodded frantically, following up with what felt like a million âYes, yeah yeah, yes.ââs before you continued with a smug grin.
And it was adorable, seeing Hyunjin pucker his lips in the thought of feeling your lips on his again, only for you to lower your head, and bury your face in his neck instead. You felt his low whine against your lips before you heard it, and he sensed your smile against his skin, followed by a kiss deep and long, while your hands played with the waistband of his jeans. Itâs been far too long heâd had anyone like this, embarrassingly long; and even longer since heâd liked someone as much as you. He was in trance as your lips travelled further down his body, not undressing him but catching bare spots of skin to plant kisses atop; his collarbones, the curve from his neck towards his shoulders, his jewellered chest right above the neckline of his shirt.
It wasnât long before you were levelled with his core. Your position on the bed was awkward, a little uncomfortable, but it was the least of your concerns. You pulled up the hem of Hyunjinâs shirt a bit to kiss at his abdomen, teasing and licking and making a show out of it, and it paid off; the man was flush against the wall of his room, fingers digging into the blanket beneath him, looking at you, blinking so often you wondered if he was able to see anything in between. And you were getting impatient. You could feel the faint weight of his erection beneath his jeans as you brushed his core occasionally, his jerks and jumps when you did so, silently begging you for more. When you asked another âCan I?â he nodded, and you pulled his erection from itsâ confines. Hyunjin sucked in a breath at that, bashfulness written in his eyes, brows furrowed; and he suddenly looked for something, tapping across his mattress before he got hold of his glasses, slipping them on. He blushed when you cocked your head at him, fixed them onto his nose with a finger; you loved that habit.
âJust, wanna see everything clearly.â
He was almost ashamed when he said it, but he huffed out in embarrassed amusement when he heard you laugh softly, teasingly. Your hand tightened a bit around the base of his sex, causing him to tense up at the sudden pressure, and your fist moved further up his length. You looked up at him beneath your lashes, intently, dark, almost. You gave a single kitten lick to his tip, gave him a kiss after before smiling up at his dizzied expression; âWatch, then.â
With that, you started softly sucking on his tip, cautiously and void of hurry, taking your time. You were languish with it, letting your tongue dart out and dance across his skin, swirling it when he moaned out or tightened his fist which held captive the fabric of his vanilla scented blanket. You didnât know that watching him throw his head back would bring you the pleasure it did, but watching Hyunjinâs Adamâs apple beneath the soft, frail skin of his neck made you roll your hips into nothing, the sweat slowly forming on his skin made you flush and sigh against him. You took him deeper, engulfing him in your warm, wet mouth, inch by inch, getting used to his length, the feeling of his heavy veins against your tongue. And he was shy with his hands, placed them everywhere but on you; ran his fingers through his hair with furrowed brows, fisted the fabric of his jeans, or the softness of the blanket, or the pillow laying next to him. It wasnât until he locked eyes with you, when he caught sight of a loose strand of hair framing against your cheek that he was courageous enough to reach out; Hyunjin moved the hair out of your face softly, delicately almost, held it then, his palm a nice feeling on your skull. And he kept it there. Stroking your hair, tightening around it when you hollowed your cheeks, when you sucked away the salty precum oozing out his angry tip.
You felt him at the back of your throat. He was bigger than you had expected, and his weight lay on your tongue, his tip grazing repeatedly at your uvula, by now sensitive and reddened, though you didnât stop your antics. Not when the sounds he let roll off his tongue increased not only in volume but in desperation, whines so high pitched you couldnât help but grin against him. You watched him, every of his movement; the way his glasses slid off his nose before he fixed them with a haste movement, quick and messy, making them sit slightly tilted; enough for you to notice, not enough for him to care. The strands framing his face starting sticking against the sweat forming on his forehead, his lip had developed a bruise from his repeated biting on it; he was a mess, heaving breath and breathless sighs, sweaty palm fisting at your hair in utter helplessness. And he could barely speak a word, could barely form a thought, yet opened his mouth nonetheless, only for words to fail him. He stuttered about, whimpered more than he succeeded to speak. You slowed down your pace, halted a little in the bobbing movement of your head, let your jaw rest to allow him to collect his mind. He looked down at you, urges so deep swimming behind his eyelids, and he breathed out shakily, licked his bruised-up lips.
âIâm so close.â
The words came out his mouth almost apologetically, breathless and quiet. He sat there, back against the wall, an utter mess, too beautiful to be real; lips spit-covered as he spoke, brows formed into one line, eyes glazed with every human emotion this planet granted.
âDo you have condoms?â, you whispered against him, your voice hoarse and weak, your throat sore. He hadnât expected the words, but nodded after a moment of blushing, motioning to his nightstand with a cock of the head. You eyed him teasingly before shifting to open the drawer of his nightstand; packs of painkillers and coughing drops, looking old and unused. Pencils and other useless stuff before you spotted packs of condoms shoved into the very back, and you fished for one before meeting his eye again. You contemplated teasing him about it; you knew he wasnât bringing girls over regularly â if at all â to his dorm room, so the small stack of contraceptions was all but adorable â Hyunjin was so very reddened though, and looking so very bashful already that you decided against it, and busied yourself with sliding off your jeans instead, leaving you to sit in front of him in your shirt and panties.
And he couldnât take his eyes off you. Not much exposed but when you straddled him your thighs were everything his eyes ate alive, shyly placing his hot palms atop them, breathing in shakily when you giggled at him. You tore open the little plastic wrapping, slid on the condom after a confirming nod of his; and when you leaned in to kiss him, he reciprocated it with a depth before not shown, clashing against your mouth clumsily but so passionately that you couldnât mind it. You shifted in your place, lips never stopping to eat up his own, until you hovered above his erection. He felt your warmth atop him already, bucked his hips up in impatience only for his tip to graze your clothed sex; you both moaned at the embarrassingly short contact, and it was your cue to sink down on him slowly. You werenât prepped, but you were wet enough for him to slide in easily after pulling your panties to the side, taking him inch by inch, not hurrying, dragging out the scenery. You watched him all the while, and the sight was utterly priceless; blown-out pupils beneath his glasses, a longing so grand behind his lids that you couldnât help but kiss him again. A deep kiss as you bottomed out on him, felt him endlessly inside you, and he whined into your mouth, loud and raw when you clenched around him.
âIâm not gonna last long.â, he breathed out when you leaned back again; he was too adorable. Looking almost guilty, digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs desperately. You chuckled before placing another peck on his swollen lips â even more like clouds now, puffy and soft to touch â and rolled your hips against him. He groaned deeply, throwing his head back with a quiet thump against the wall, hands tightening on your body, as though trying to hold you in place. You felt him twitch inside you, felt him throb against your depth; he wasnât lying, he wouldnât last at all.
âI donât care. Just enjoy yourself.â
With that you started riding him slowly, and softly, giving him an opportunity to collect himself, though it was to little use. He was whining, he was throwing his head back and forth, lulling to the side, he was losing control of everything around him; his glasses slid off his nose repeatedly, sitting so deep they dared to fall off, sounds so loud you wondered if people outside could hear what was happening behind closed doors. His neck was red, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were closed so tight you wondered if it strained the muscles in his face; and you kept rolling your hips against him, chasing the feeling yourself, basking in the way he filled you out entirely. Basking in his sounds, in the sight of him, in the way he felt; this was better than what you had dared to dream of, and you hoped it would be yours for eternities to come.
It wasnât two minutes, and not before you started bouncing up and down Hyunjinâs length slowly, with thighs strained and hips eager, that the man stuttered in his demeanour, bucking his hips so helplessly into your own, without much success in causing friction, simply to chase you, to chase the feeling, to come closer to you. And it wasnât long after that when a whine so endearing, so frantic left his throat, and he came into the condom with a string of apologies and curses, and whispers of your name. You allowed him to ride out his high, moving against him in failed search of your own release, kissing at his neck and nibbling at the lobe of his ear, whispering reassurances, feeling his hands on your skin, his arms caging you in. His breathing was heavy, shaky, his eyes closed in exhaustion, or relief, or simple and pure pleasure when you leaned back again. You smiled to yourself, watching calmness take over him now; no nervousness now as you yet sat atop him, no awkwardness, only satisfaction, content.
When he opened his eyes and noticed your staring at him he blushed again, and upon remembering his softened sex inside of you he groaned lowly, twitching in his seat. He was sensitive, he was endearing; and for now he was yours. You smiled at him, and he reciprocated it shyly; you fixed the glasses on his nose, gave him a long, deep kiss. He basked in it, simply let you kiss him, let you run your hands through his hair. It wasnât until you guided his right hand to your core he sucked in a breath again, upon feeling your warm wetness on his fingertips; and he looked at you with eyes wide open when you leaned back, and whined out again when you whispered; âGonna show you how you can make me feel good, too.â
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Moth to a Flame- Nicholas Chavez x Actress!Reader
summaryâ you find yourself entangled with your co-star, Nicholas Chavez, despite being in a committed relationship. The chemistry between you ignites on and off set and the lines blur, leading to a heated affair.
warningsâ fingering, daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampie, oral, cheating(reader does), praise kink, degrading kink, not proofread i fear.
a/n: this is long asf but youâll love it, read while listening to Moth to a Flame by The. Weeknd <3
On set, the tension was palpable. The cameras were rolling for season two of the show where Nicholas and you, as the main characters, were set to film an intense love scene. The script called for his character to finally confess his desire for you, despite your on-screen characterâs relationship with someone else. Ironically, it wasnât just the characters who were tangled up in complicated feelings. In real life, you and Nicholas had crossed the same line, and it made filming the scene that much more real.
Your boyfriend, Cody, who had always been a bit uneasy about you acting alongside Nicholas, was on set that day, watching the scene unfold. The moment Nicholas delivered his line with intense conviction- âI want you, fuck your boyfriend,â It was almost like a direct hit to Cody in real life. His fists clenched, and you could feel the heat of his glare even from where you stood.
The scene continued, Nicholas's hands on your waist, pulling you close as you kissed for the first time this season. The chemistry between you both was undeniable on and off and that only seemed to infuriate your boyfriend further. Before the director could call âcut,â Cody stormed forward, clearly upset.
âCut!â the director yelled, trying to defuse the situation. You hurried over to him, placing a hand on his chest to calm him down.
âListen, babe, take a breather, okay? We have to do this scene. Itâs just acting,â you whispered, trying to soothe his frustration. You could feel Nicholas' eyes on you from across the set, jaw clenched in irritation. He hated seeing Cody upset, especially when it came to you which was very common.
âI donât like it,â Cody muttered, his voice low. âThe way he looks at you, the way you two are-â
âGo take a walk through the city, clear your head," you interrupted softly, trying to stay professional even though the tension was real. âItâs part of the job, okay? Weâre gonna take a break.â
He hesitated, his eyes darting between you and Nicholas. But eventually, after a few tense moments, he gave in and turned to leave, though not without a frustrated huff. The moment he was out of earshot, you sighed, running a hand through your braids.
Nicholas approached you, his eyes dark with a mix of desire and irritation. âYou okay?â he asked, though his gaze flickered toward where Cody had disappeared.
You nodded, but inside, the emotions were swirling. You were cheating on your boyfriend in the show, but the real betrayal lingered in the air, just beneath the surface.
In the next scene, the tension was still hanging in the air, and the director decided it was best to take a break. âAlright, weâre gonna pause here,â he announced. âEveryone take ten, grab some snacks, get some air. Weâll continue filming once weâre all settled again.â
You nodded, eager for a moment to escape the tension between your boyfriend and Nicholas on set. Heading back to your trailer, you sank onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling while sipping on coffee. Your mind raced, replaying the scene that had just unfolded. You had been thinking about leaving Cody for a while now, but his overbearing presence made it hard. You feared what he might do if you walked away. And then, of course, there was the media, always watching.
As you lay there, lost in thought, a knock sounded at your door. You assumed it was Cody, needing to cool off after his earlier outburst. Without even looking, you called out, âCody, just take a walk. You need to cool off.â
The door opened, but instead of Codyâs familiar presence, it was Nicholas who stepped in. You sat up on the bed, surprised. âOh, Hey,â you muttered, sitting up straighter as he walked towards you.
âEverything alright?â he asked, his voice low and concerned. He studied your face closely, his eyes filled with genuine care. You tried to give a nonchalant smile, nodding.
âIâm fine,â you lied, though it was obvious you werenât. Nicholasâ gaze flickered from your brown eyes down to your lips, then back up again. He stepped closer, the space between you shrinking until there was barely any distance at all.
You both were inching toward each other, your breath mingling as the attraction that had been building between you two, both on and off screen, reached its breaking point for the hundredth time. Before you could think, his lips were on yours. The kiss was slow and tender at first, but then his hands moved up to cup your breasts, sending sparks through you.
You pulled away, breathless, your heart pounding. âWhat if Cody comes back? What if he sees us?â you whispered, half in fear, half in excitement.
Nicholas, with a wicked grin, leaned in closer, his voice a deep rasp. âLet him see. Let him see me make you feel good, in a way he never can.â
The room felt hot, the air thick with desire. Nicholas stood up and crossed the room to lock the door. The click of the lock made your pulse race. Then, without hesitation, he took off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and defined abs. He looked absolutely irresistible, his body chiseled and perfect.
You couldnât stop staring, practically drooling at how unbelievably hot he was. And as he stood there, looking down at you with smoldering eyes, you realized just how powerless you were to resist him any longer.
The tension in the trailer was thick, the heat between you and Nicholas undeniable. You wanted more of him, but the looming threat of Cody returning, or the director calling everyone back to set, weighed on your mind. Despite that, your body ached for his touch, and you couldnât resist as he sat beside you, his lips crashing back onto yours.
The kiss deepened, your moans of his name slipping past your lips as he whispered against your skin, âI love when you moan my name.â His eyes darkened with desire as he added, âI hope that whenever Cody fucks you, youâre thinking of me.â
Your breath hitched as his mouth trailed lower, his hands already tugging at the low-cut top you wore. His lips found your breasts, his mouth warm as he sucked on your skin, sending waves of pleasure through you. âNicholas,â you moaned, trying to stop him before he left any visible marks. âNo hickeys, please-â
But he didnât listen. He left two dark hickeys on your breasts, smirking as he pulled away to admire his work. âI hope when he takes off your clothes, he sees these,â he murmured, his voice low and possessive. âHeâll know you belong to someone else. To me.â
You shivered as his hands trailed down to your skirt, slipping underneath to find your lacy panties. His fingers rubbed you through the thin fabric, and you were already soaked. A soft moan escaped your lips as your hips lifted into his touch, begging for more.
âDoes this turn you on?â Nicholas asked, slipping a finger past your panties and into your heat, teasing you. âCheating on that little boy?â He held your face in his hand, forcing you to look at him as he asked again. âDo I turn you on?â
You nodded frantically, biting your lip before whispering, âYes Daddy, you do.â
He grinned, sliding another finger inside you, his thumb rubbing your clit in slow, agonizing circles. You gasped, arching your back off the bed as the pleasure built inside you. âSuch a good girl,â he murmured against your lips, kissing you deeply to muffle your moans. His lips moved to your neck, placing soft kisses there as he praised you. âYouâre taking my fingers so well, youâre so wet, soaking my hand.â
Your breath came in ragged pants, your body trembling as the pleasure became overwhelming. He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean with a smirk. Then he leaned down and kissed you again, letting you taste yourself on his lips.
He didnât stop there. His fingers returned to your heat, sliding in and out as his mouth found your breasts again, sucking and teasing your sensitive skin. His thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
It wasnât long before your body gave in. You came hard around his fingers, your moans muffled by his lips as he kissed you through it. âThatâs it, baby,â he whispered, his voice filled with pride. âSuch a good girl for Daddy, coming on my fingers like that. Thatâs my girl.â
He kept fingering you gently, easing you down from your high, until you were breathless and shaking beneath him.
Without a word, you slid down the bed, pulling at Nicholasâs pants with urgency. His eyes had been locked on you, heavy with lust, and when you finally freed his hard cock, you were mesmerized by how perfect it looked, thick, long and pretty with a pink tip. You wasted no time, taking him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around him as a deep moan escaped his lips.
âFuck,â he groaned, his head falling back as you worked your tongue along his shaft. âYouâre such a good girl, feels so good.â
You started teasing him, your mouth moving slowly, hands caressing his balls, but the teasing hadnât lasted long. Nicholas grabbed your braids, gently tugging your head forward. âSuck my cock,â he demanded, his voice low and rough. âNo teasing.â
You obeyed, taking him deeper, your mouth moving faster as you pleased him just the way he liked. His hands guided your movements, and his moans filled the air, telling you how perfect you were, how no one could ever make him feel like this. âYouâre too good for him,â he said through gritted teeth, his breath ragged. âYou belong to me, no matter who youâre with.â
The words sent a shiver through you, and you moaned around him, sending vibrations along his length. He gasped, tightening his grip on your hair. âDoes he know you call me when he sleeps? Does he know where your heart lies?â
You couldnât respond, your mouth full of him, but the moans you let out told him everything. You took him deeper, gagging slightly as he hit the back of your throat, and he cursed under his breath, his abs tightening.
âIâm gonna cum,â he warned, his voice strained. âIâm gonna cum in your mouth.â
You nodded eagerly, quickening your pace, and your hands massaged his balls as you took him as deep as you could. It only took a few more strokes before his hips jerked, and with a groan, he spilled into your mouth. His head fell back, and he moaned, âSuch a good girl, my good girl. You did so good for me. You sucked my cock so well.â
You swallowed everything, licking him clean before pulling away, looking up at him as he watched you with hooded eyes.
Nicholas pulled you up from the bed, guiding you into his arms as your lips met in a soft kiss. His touch was gentle now, and as you nestled against his chest, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. His hand found its way to your hair, stroking it soothingly while you relaxed in his embrace.
âI donât want to do this forever,â you murmured softly, your voice tinged with the weight of your emotions. The tension of sneaking around and the complications with Cody weighed heavily on your mind.
Nicholas held you tighter, understanding the unspoken struggle. âWeâll figure it out,â he whispered, kissing your forehead.
Before either of you could say more, there was a sharp knock on the trailer door. âFilmingâs starting again in five!â the director called from outside.
You sighed, pulling yourself from the warmth of Nicholasâs embrace. âI guess itâs time,â you said with a small, reluctant smile.
You quickly washed your mouth in the small sink, your mind already shifting back to the scene you had to film. Nicholas lingered for a moment, waiting for you to finish before stepping to the side to give you space. He couldnât come out with you immediately, it would look suspicious, so he stayed behind, allowing you to exit first.
When you stepped back on set, Cody was already there, his eyes burning as he watched you. He hadnât said anything yet, but you could feel the tension radiating from him, as though he suspected something. Nicholas emerged a minute later, casually strolling back to his mark, though you could see the edge in his expression as his gaze briefly flickered over to your boyfriend.
It was time to get back into character, but the lines between fiction and reality were blurring more than ever. Codyâs stare bore into you as if daring you to give something away, while Nicholas stood close, his jaw clenched, waiting for the scene to unfold.
The director called out, âAction!â and the scene picked up exactly where they left off. Nicholas, fully in character, glared at you with fiery intensity as he delivered his line, âI want you. Fuck your boyfriend.â
Before you could respond, he grabbed you, pulling you into a kiss that was far more heated than the script required. His hands roamed your body, squeezing your waist and chest, his presence dominating the moment. The kiss deepened, and as he moved you onto the bed, it felt as though the lines between acting and reality blurred. He seemed to glance over toward Cody, who was watching from behind the camera, but it was hard to tell if it was intentional or not.
âCut!â the director shouted, stepping forward with a smile. âThat was flawless, great job you two.â
Nicholas's lips were still hovering over yours, your breaths mingling as you both panted from the intensity of the scene. His hands stayed on your body just a little longer than necessary, and Codyâs eyes burned with suspicion from across the set. It was as though he could feel something was off, but he said nothing.
Later, the dayâs filming wrapped, and everyone was heading back to the hotel. You, Nicholas, and Cody were all staying in the same hotel, which only added to the tension. In your shared room with your boyfriend, his agitation was evident. He was pacing, his expression dark and frustrated.
âWhat was that today?â he demanded, his tone sharp. âThe way you two were all over each other. It didnât look like acting.â
You sighed, trying to remain calm. âIt was nothing, Cody. We were just doing the scene, itâs literally just acting. I donât know what youâre talking aboutâ
He wasnât convinced. His eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to you, scrutinizing every word that left your lips. âYou sure about that?â he asked. âBecause it didnât look like nothing from where I was standing.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, you stepped away from him, shaking your head. âIâm not doing this,â you said, your voice steady. âIâm not about to argue with you over my job. You chose to be there.â
Codyâs face softened as he realized he was pushing too hard. âIâm sorry,â he said, trying to approach you again. âI just, I donât know. I didnât mean to make it a thing.â
But you were done with the conversation. âI donât want to hear it, Cody.â The words were final, your back turned to him as you tried to distance yourself from the situation. Frustrated, his voice snapped at you, but then he stopped himself, muttering another apology. He moved closer, pressing his lips to your neck in a gesture meant to calm the tension. But as his lips touched your skin, you found yourself closing your eyes, not thinking of him, but of Nicholas, the way his hands had held you, the way his lips had lingered on your neck during filming and outside of it.
Codyâs hands slid down, trying to pull at your clothes, his fingers tugging at the hem of your top, but you stopped him before he could pull it off. The memory of the hickeys Nicholas had left on your chest flashed in your mind.
âI- I donât want to have sex tonight,â you said abruptly, pulling away from his touch.
His frustration was immediate. He huffed and stormed toward the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. You could hear the water running. He couldnât understand why things had suddenly shifted, why the desire had waned on your end. But deep down, you knew.
You knew youâd much rather Nicholas be the one to kiss your neck, pull down your top and take you right then and there. You were aching for him, dripping with arousal. You were determined to get a piece of him later that night when your boyfriend was asleep or hopefully out getting drunk.
As the night wore on, you waited for Cody to finish in the bathroom. You laid in bed, pretending to sleep, watching him through half-lidded eyes as he finally crawled in beside you, exhausted and oblivious. Once you were sure he was deeply asleep, you carefully slid out of bed. To test, you flicked your finger against his forehead, smiling slightly when he didnât stir.
Moving quietly, you slipped into the bathroom and began your nightly routine, washing your face and applying your skincare and makeup. The rush of anticipation built with every step. You picked up the red lingerie, skimpy and barely there, hugging you in all the right places, and slid it on, admiring how it clung to your body in the mirror. Then, you wrapped yourself in a trench coat, keeping the surprise hidden.
With one last glance at your boyfriend, who remained fast asleep, you grabbed your phone and texted Nicholas. âIs your door open?â
His reply came quickly. âItâs open, princess.â
Your heart raced as you made your way down the hall, the soft click of your heels barely audible. Reaching Nicholasâ room, you opened the door slightly, peeking in before stepping inside. Nicholas was standing there, eyes darkening with hunger the moment he saw you in the trench coat. He crossed the room, meeting you at the door, gaze fixed on you.
Without saying a word, you undid the knot of your trench coat and let it fall to the floor. The red lingerie you wore underneath left nothing to the imagination. His breath caught as he took in the sight of you. âYou look so sexy for Daddy,â he murmured, voice thick with desire.
Before you could respond, Nicholas pressed you against the door, his lips trailing down your neck as his hands found your breasts. You moaned softly, hands tangling in his hair, feeling the intensity of his need. He squeezed your breasts, murmuring, âYouâre mine, arenât you?â
âYes, Daddy," you breathed, arching into him, âIâm all yours.â
His smirk deepened, his lips claiming yours as he pulled you even closer, his hands exploring every inch of you.
He lifted you effortlessly, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him, grinding against the hardness pressing into you. His hands gripped your thighs as he carried you to the bed, laying you down gently before pulling his shirt over his head. You watched, breathless, as he slid his boxers off, his thick cock already hard and leaking, the tip glistening with precum.
Hovering over you, he began rubbing himself along your soaked entrance, teasing, dragging his length up and down your slick folds. âYouâre so beautiful,â he murmured, voice husky as his eyes took in the sight of you beneath him.
âJust fuck me, Daddy,â you begged, voice desperate and needy.
Nicholas smiled, a dark gleam in his eyes as he reached for the straps of your lingerie and slowly pulled it off, baring your body to him completely. He kissed down your body, leaving a trail of heat in his wake until his mouth found your pussy. His tongue flicked against your clit, and you moaned loudly, gripping the sheets as pleasure rolled through you. He devoured you, lapping at your wetness, the sensations building and building until you were on the edge, so close to coming.
But just as you were about to let go, he pulled away, leaving you panting and needy. âI want you to come around me,â he said, his voice filled with desire. He reached for a condom from the nightstand.
âNo condom this time,â you interrupted, breathless but firm. âI want to feel all of you. I want you to cum inside me.â
Nicholasâ eyes flashed with something primal, his lips curling into a smirk. He tossed the condom aside and positioned himself between your legs, rubbing his cock against your entrance, teasing you again. âYou sure?â he asked, voice low and commanding.
âIâm ready,â you whispered, nodding, âI want it all.â
With a groan of satisfaction, he pressed his thick cock inside you, filling you inch by inch. You gasped as he stretched you, the feeling of him raw inside you sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. Nicholas began to thrust, slow and deep at first, driving you both wild.
As the heat between you intensified, you felt an electric thrill run through your body, urging you to crave more of him. âDaddy,â you breathed, your voice a sultry whisper, âI want more.â
With that invitation, he increased the pace, thrusting harder and deeper. The headboard creaked under the pressure, the whole floor probably heard, your nails dug into his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You were lost in the rhythm, your breath quickening, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.
You wrapped your legs around him tightly for a moment, pulling him closer before releasing them, spreading wider to accommodate him. The shift allowed him to plunge deeper, each stroke igniting a raw, primal desire within you. You gasped, the sensation overwhelming, and you met his movements with your own, pushing back against him as he filled you completely.
âJust like that daddy,â you urged, your voice thick with passion.
He picked up the pace, his thrusts hard and relentless, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he pulled back slightly, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His voice was a low as he murmured against your mouth, âYouâre all mine. You belong to Daddy now, you always have.â
A shiver of excitement raced through you, and he continued, âI want to hear you say it.â
âIâm all yours, Daddy,â you said, the words flowing from your lips as if they were the only truth that mattered.
âWhose pussy is this?â he asked, his tone commanding, eyes locked onto yours.
âYours, Daddy. Itâs all yours,â you replied, the thrill of submission making your heart race.
âGood girl,â he said, a satisfied smirk across his lips. âThatâs my good girl.â
With renewed intensity, he rolled his hips beautifully against yours, the connection between you both electric. âI want you to cum all over my dick, raw, for the first time,â he urged, his voice thick with desire.
The feeling of him pushing deeper ignited a fire within you, building to a peak you couldn't hold back. With a gasp, your body responded to his words, pleasure washing over you in waves as you squirted, soaking him completely.
Nicholas groaned in response, his grip on you tightening as he felt the warmth of your release.
âThatâs so hot baby, that turned you on huh,â he said, now chasing his own orgasm as your body lay shaking underneath him.
âY-yes daddy,â you sobbed and he grinned, his pretty white teeth glistening.
âYou soaked me baby, squirting on me like that, being a cheating slut turns you on?â His pace never let up but this time, he reached between your bodies and began rubbing your clit sending a pleasure you almost couldnât take rushing through your writhing body.
A scream left your lips as you creamed and squirted again all over his cock, and he couldnât take it anymore.
âFucking hell baby,â he moaned and you felt his hot cum spurt inside of you. He continued thrusting gently, the pace almost loving as he allowed your grip to milk him of every drop.
Now a panting mess, he fell beside you and turned to face you. Your leg was draped across his heaving body and you stared at his beautiful disbelieved figure as he opened his mouth to speak.
âYouâre going to be the death of me baby.â
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indulge me? â gojo satoru
synopsis you and gojo go on an overnight mission and it goes wrong in every way
contents so. much. pining. (2.8k words of it!?), one bed trope, whipped!gojo, ooc gojo, completely self indulgent, a lot of cardiovascular talk, theyâre first years in this!
notes first time iâve written in AGES. sorry :3 ps this is a little snippet from a satosugu x reader series im thinking about starting. thoughts?
(edit: i wrote a part ii)
Gojo Satoru was born blessed. From birth and to death he will always be honored. It wasn't his fault that the Heavens delighted in him. So when Yaga had announced that he and you would be sharing an overnight mission to Kyushu, he nearly leapt in joy (lucky him)!
You, on the other hand, were less than thrilled to find out that you were going to be traveling alone with Gojo Satoru. For two whole days. It was a death sentence.
âMake sure to text me, so I know you're not dead.â Shoko looks between you and Gojo. Either your head will implode as a result of Gojo, or he is gonna be on the receiving end of your wrath. Shoko canât wait to see which.
âDo take pictures, I heard the onsens there are incredible.â Suguru slyly adds. Satoru perks up at his comment. The two of them share a knowing look before Gojo speaks up.
âWanna take a dip with me once we get there, [Name]?â He looks into your eyes, his lips are quirked upwards like heâs up to no good (which he is). âI promise I wonât take a peek!â He winks.
âKeep fantasizing, Gojo.â
âOh I will.â He hums happily. The smile on his lips is kind of cute, you decide. Just a little.
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Kurokawa, you come to find out is a very small town in Kyushu. So when people start to go missing, the entire town falls into shambles. Before your trip, Yaga had made it known the enemy youâd be facing.Â
âA common denominator of the missing persons is that they were all young women.â He had warned you and Gojo. âItâs an unidentified curse, but I trust that the two of you will be able to handle it.â
Three missing girls. All under the age of 25. Two of which were locals, one being a tourist.Â
The moment you arrive on the island of Kyushu, your guard is higher than ever. This doesnât go unnoticed by Gojo.
âDonât tell me youâre scared of some horny curse,â He looks down at you as the two of you make your way down a small street to your ryokan. Kurokawa was a traditional town, its pride resting on the old culture causing it to be untouched by modern architecture.
Unamused by his nonchalant attitude, you decide to ignore his vulgar comment, âWhat grade curse do you think weâre up against?â
He makes a noise to show that heâs thinking. âDoes it really matter? Itâll be no match for me either way.â
You roll your eyes, âDonât get ahead of yourself, we still have to figure out what happened to the victims.â
âI donât see why thatâs necessary, but okay.â Your snow haired peer dismisses. It makes you a bit envious that he doesnât have to ever feel fear for his life. Must be nice.
The two of you arrived at your designated ryokan soon enough, it was a small town after all. Gojo leads the way with you following right after. You canât discern any cursed energy in the building, but you still make a mental note to ask Gojo about it after you both are situated.Â
An elderly lady in an orange kimono stood behind the desk, smiling at you and you returned it back happily.
âItâs been a while since Iâve seen a young couple here.â She says. Thatâs right, with the recent disappearance of young girls, there would be a sudden decrease of tourism around this part of town. âYou certainly are a beautiful match!â
You gratefully accept her compliment, âThank you, but weâre notââ
âThanks granny!â Gojo wraps a strong arm around your shoulder. âI donât know how I even managed to win her over!â Thereâs a wide grin on his face that makes your eye twitch. Leave it to him to tell people the two of you were together. Not only that but he totally disrespected the old lady with his informal talk!
âUnhand me, you!â You forcefully whisper at him, while trying to unwrap yourself from his hold. His arm does not budge even as you try to push it off. What the hell is this boy eating? Gojo chuckles with the old lady while you struggle.
âMy, the two of you remind me so much of my husband and I in the days of our youth,â She sighs dreamily. Her age must be interfering with her memory because there was nothing inherently romantic going on between you and Gojo. âHow long will you be staying here?â
âOnly one night,â Gojo decides that he has tormented you enough and lets you go. He slides her his card and she pulls out something from the old wooden counter she stands behind.Â
A single key.
Your eyes bug out. Gojoâs eyebrows raise. You laugh nervously, face feeling warmer than it was thirty seconds ago.
âThere must have been a misunderstanding. We need two rooms, maâam.â You hold up two fingers to emphasize your point.Â
The smile on the old womanâs face falls, âIâm afraid I cannot do that.â Your jaw drops.
âHuh? Why not?â You press on further. Surely they could not have been booked out of all of their rooms. Tourism is at an all time low after the strange disappearances.
âIâm sure youâve heard of the strange disappearances in the area. Itâs a miracle the two of you have even decided to stay here, which I am very grateful for. That is why I must repay you back by ensuring your safety. Otherwise I must ask you to leave and stay in the next town because I will not allow you to endanger yourself so carelessly.âÂ
You blink. Neighboring town? That was hours away. The curse was here in Kurokawa. You canât afford to jeopardize a mission just because of your own feelings.
Gojoâs hand is halfway to the key, but he waits for your approval. You sigh.
âItâs fine, we can do one. Thank you.â You bow your head. She smiled apologetically as she handed Gojo the key. Gojo, unbothered by the revelation, whistles happily as the lady leads the way to your suite.
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operation satoru x [name]!!!!
Gojosatowu added getosugu, shoko.ieiri
Gojosatowu You wont believe it!!! shoko.ieiri What the hell is this gc And what the hell is Operation satoru x [name]? getosugu how come [name] isnât in this? Gojosatowu Ladies, ladies, one question at a time please getosugu Expect a forehead flick for that comment shoko.ieiri Stfu and just answer the questions Gojosatowu alright alright [name] and i are sharing a room in kyushu!! i may come out of this mission a changed man. shoko.ieiri someone make sure [name] is still alive and well Gojosatowu I dont appreciate your lack of faith in me >:( shoko.ieiri Keep a six feet distance from her at all times perv Gojosatowu I might have to for my own sanity. What do you think she wears to bed? shoko.ieiri You disgust me sometimes getosugu Only sometimes? shoko.ieiri Let me correct myself. You disgust me. Gojosatowu Im feeling the love :(
âWhat are you giggling to yourself about?â You place a hand on your hips as you watch Gojo smile at his flip phone.
âOh donât you worry about it,â He closes it. Weird. âWhatâs the living situation?â
You sigh. âDespite its traditional arrangement, there is a bed.â
Gojo perks up. âYeesh Iâm glad! If I had to sleep on the floor my back would be all sore right on a mission. Y'know how annoying that is?â
You suck your teeth. âAllow me to rephrase myself. There is only one bed.âÂ
There is an awful silence in the room, save for your erratically beating heart. Of course the old woman decided to place you in a coupleâs suite. Â
âHeh.â Gojo chortles happily. âWow, this must be a divine sign from God Himself. I mean, who are we to ignore this?â
âDonât start,â You hold out an accusatory finger at him. âIâm gonna go request an extra futon.â
He pouts, âDonât be like that, sharing a bed with me canât be that bad.â
âIâm willing to bet otherwise.â You walk past him. The white haired boy watches you go like a sad puppy.
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You took your time getting an extra futon, using it as an excuse to get all of the nervousness out of your system of sharing the same room as Gojo Satoru. Sharing a room with a boy was already bad enough, but Gojo? Your heart skipped a beat (out of nervousness, you insist!).
By the time you make it back to the room, the lights are out. You assume that Gojo decided to go to sleep early. You donât blame him. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day of hunting for the curse rampaging Kurokawa.Â
The only light source in the room is coming from the bathroom. You sigh. The idiot mustâve forgotten to turn it off. Nonetheless, you were gonna go get unready either way so you make your way to the half open door.
On the sink is a complimentary toothbrush that you help yourself to. You apply some paste andâ
There is a sound of something sliding shut from behind you. You look up at the mirror. Standing behind you was Gojo. Wet. And naked.Â
âOh my gosh!â You spit out your toothpaste and ran out of the room. How did you fail to see that Gojo was in the restroom? You blame it on the sliding doors separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom. Oh my gosh. Your face feels like itâs on fire. He has a six pack. And why does his stupid hair look like that when it's wet? Your heart was beating at an abnormal rate. This is so inappropriate.
Shortly after your freakout, Gojo steps out of the bathroom. There was no way you could face him now.
âAw, don't be so shy now. Itâs not like this will be the last time youâll see me like this.â Gojo stands in the doorway. There is a towel wrapped around his waist, still leaving him indecent in your eyes.
âI donât like what youâre insinuating Gojo! And lock the door when youâre in the restroom you creep!â You look anywhere but him.
âHey, it wasnât my fault, was it? You were taking so long I thought you left me here alone.â You can practically hear him pouting. âEither way, you were the one checking me out.â
Your eyes widen, âI was not checking you out! Donât flatter yourself.â
âDonât feel ashamed, this can all be yours,â He gestures down to his body.
âYou freak.â you blanch.
He winks at you.
This was going to be a long night.
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It takes you about half an hour to calm down from the bathroom catastrophe. By now, youâre situated in your futon while Gojo is tucked on the bed. If you had to guess, itâd be nearing midnight around now. You just need to close your eyes and get some sleep before your mission tomorrow.
Except you canât sleep.
Every time you close your eyes, your mind betrays you and an image of Gojo post shower illustrates itself in your mind. And it doesnât help that he sleeps shirtless. You seriously need your mind cleansed.
That wasnât your only issue. The room was sub zero. Who knew traditional ryokans had such advanced air conditioning systems? All you could hear was the air conditioning machine overworking itself. You could even argue that it was colder than Shokoâs morgue. And your sleep shirt and shorts were doing little to help insulate you.Â
âWanna come cuddle with me?â The last person you wanted to hear from breaks the silence. You pretend to be asleep. âI know youâre not asleep! My six eyes tell me that youâre shivering.â Busted.
âI am not cuddling with you.â You stare at the ceiling above you, arms crossed. How could he even propose such an idea? Has he no shame?
âWell I canât face the old granny here if my girlfriend ends up dead by freezing!â
âI am not your girlfriend, Gojo. Nor will I die.â
âThatâs not what she thinks. Plus we have a mission tomorrow, so I canât have you getting sick on me now.â
âIâll be fine, Gojo. Now go to sleep.â
âI run hot when I sleep, yâknow. Let me be your personal heater.â You donât have to see his face to know that heâs grinning.
âI refuse.â
âWell I refuse your refusal.â
You blink.
âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me. Now c'mon,â He pats the spot next to him. âIâll even make a wall in between us.â
You hear the bedsheets shuffle and you have to sit up to see that Gojo was stacking two pillows in the middle of the bed to prove his point. Youâre nearly certain that the only thing youâll be catching soon is a headache if you keep up with his antics. It was a tempting offer, one that you would surely accept if it wasnât Gojo Satoru.
âGojo, Iââ
â...Please?â His voice is softer than you have ever heard it. It was unfair how Gojo was making it harder and harder to reject his offer.
A silent moment passes by.
â...Fine,â You reluctantly get up from your pathetic excuse of a futon. âBut no funny business!â You warn him.Â
You see Gojo perk up from the bed. He looks at you with expectant eyes, âYou got it!â He gives you a thumbs up.Â
Whatever. If Gojo knew what was best for him, he wouldnât try anything. You take in a deep breath before turning to face the opposite direction of where Gojo laid.Â
âGood night [Name],â You hear Gojo whisper. You sigh.
âYeah, yeah, goodnight Gojo.â
Eyes closed, you pray a silent prayer that everything will be fine for the remainder of the mission.
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Ever since Gojo was young, his body has been used to getting little amounts of sleep. Unsurprisingly, that caused him to have a natural alarm. It was always annoying whenever he woke up at the crack of dawn on a day when he didn't need to, but luckily for him, today it proved to be a blessing. There was an unfamiliar warmth radiating onto his body. Satoru opens his eyes.
He thinks he feels all of his six eyes widen when he feels himself wrapped around another body.
There you were, in all your beauty, lying fast asleep. In his embrace. Soft snores were escaping your mouth and there were stray hairs in your face. Did he mention how beautiful you looked sleeping? He might have to ask Shoko about heart disease because of how fast his heart was beating.
Unfortunately for him, you also seemed to be drifting away from dreamland and back to reality. Your eyes flutter and your eyebrows furrow. Gojo takes this to his advantage and does the worst thing he can think of; pretend to be asleep.
When you wake up, your mind is still hazy from the good nightâs rest you had gotten, but not hazy enough to realize that your body was tangled with anotherâs. And youâre pretty sure the pillow you had been laying on last night was not this hard. You try to delude yourself into believing that this is all a dream, but the effects of your sleep were fading.
It takes all the strength in you to summon the courage to open your eyes. To your horror, you were firmly wrapped in Gojoâs arms and your legs were intertwined.
âWhat the hell?â You pull yourself away from him. On the floor below the bed laid the two pillows that Gojo had set up as a makeshift wall. You stare at them utter shock.
âNo, donât go, Iâll freeze to death,â Gojo whines, miraculously waking up. You glare at him.
âExplain to me what just happened or I swear Gojo, Iâm going toââ You try to threaten him, but you canât seem to formulate anything.
Unlike you, Gojo looked unbothered by the sudden turn of events. He even looked pleased. There was a lopsided smile on his face as he sighed, âWhat can I say, I guess you subconsciously want me after all.âÂ
"I do notâ"
âBut if I had to guess, Iâd say the room got too cold and we most likely cuddled for warmth unconsciously.â He shrugs it off like it was no big deal. You note that his hair is tousled from the night before.
You leave the warm bed you and Gojo had made. His theory was probably true, meaning it was neither of your faults. You purse your lips.
âI suppose that makes sense. I apologize for overreacting, I guess I was under the impression that we had done something lewd last night.â With that comment, you make your way to the bathroom to freshen up both your mind and body.
You donât end up seeing how red Gojoâs face got. It was foreign to feel all the blood rising to his cheeks. He takes one of his hands to slap it over his eyes before chuckling to himself. Yeah, he definitely knows why he likes you.Â
All of a sudden Gojo feels like heâs on top of the world. For you, it was just a moment of weakness.
ââ・Ë. ੠â
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gojo wished he and you got to go to the onsen together.Â
gojo also regretted not taking a photo of you sleeping soundly in his arms. it wouldâve been his new wallpaper.Â
for the remainder of the trip, gojo was at an all time high, successfully locating and exorcising the curse in less than an hour.
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Jake finally taking you after months of uncertainty whether you like him or not. Pushing you against a wall, rough and passionate making out, and him being a softdom. Pleaseeeeeeee.
i imagined jake wearing glasses đ bonus points if the neighbors are heeseung, jay and sunghoon and they all hear jake fuck you lol
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It all started with a stupid semester project.
Jake hates group work. He hates relying on people and he hates when his partners donât complete their portion of the work. Jake thinks theyâre lazy and good-for-nothing, even though he knows heâs being dramatic. He hates being the only person to contribute to the Google doc and he loathes it when the grade is dependent on everyone as a whole and not individually.
He meets you in Advanced Research Methods. Itâs a required class for mathematical and physics majors in order to graduate, and Jake has pushed off taking it for as long as he could because he hates the idea of researching data with a partner. He knows the professor well enough to assume that there would be group work (he assumes correctly) but absolutely nothing couldâve prepared him from laying eyes on you for the first time.
When Dr. Kang announces the partners for the semester-long research project, Jakeâs tapping his pen against his leg when he starts to hear names being called out. His ears perk up when he hears his own. When your name is said, Jake looks up and finds that youâre staring right at him.
You look so put together. Jake doesnât know what it is about you that makes you look like youâve got it all figured out. Maybe itâs because your hair looks particularly neat compared to all of the other people sitting around him. Perhaps itâs your laptop and notebook right next to it. Whatever it is, he finds himself a bit nervous to inevitably approach you in order to begin working on the project.
Dr. Kang allows the students to mingle and get to know one their project partners during the last ten minutes of class to exchange information. When you take initiative to walk to where Jake is sitting and occupy the seat next to him, he finds himself stuttering.
âH-Hey,â he says pathetically. Youâre prettier up close.
âHi! Jake, right?â
âYeah, thatâs me.â
âHereâs my phone. Why donât you put your number in.â
Jakeâs hands are almost shaking as he holds your phone between his hands and settles with âJake Sim - Research Methodsâ as his contact so you remember him. When he hands it back to you, he watches you type away before he feels his own phone buzz.
Unknown Number: hi! itâs yn.
He saves the contact quickly before class ends and the two of you decide to wait until the next class to set a time to meet to work on the project.
Jakeâs worries about group projects disappear when he begins working with you. Youâre punctual, never a minute late when the two of you agree to meet after classes to work on it. You contribute to brainstorming sessions and crunch data numbers like youâre the best at it. Jake finds that heâs able to divide up the work evenly and sleeps at a decent hour because he doesnât have to stay up late to finish an extra portion.
Your intellect is attractive to him. Youâre able to explain difficult theories and statistical processes to him better than any professor heâs ever hard. Only, it becomes hard to listen to you talk because he keeps staring at your lips.
Theyâre so kissable. Jake wonders what they must feel like against his own. He imagines grabbing your face with his hands and planting one on you when you talk about SPSS but he doesnât act on it, fearing that he may make you uncomfortable. Jake loves it when you start to wear shorter dresses and skirts because the weather is warming up. He likes seeing your thighs stick to the seats and watching you pull the fabric down to prevent flashing everybody.
As the months go by, he realizes heâs learned a lot about you. Youâre not from around and you dream of working in astrophysics one day. You love the color green and youâre obsessed with tangerines to the point where he bought a bag just to present you with one at every session. Youâre a night owl and you love all kinds of music except country, and you prefer coffee over tea.
Jake also knows that your body is gorgeous. Your legs look stunning in shorter skirts and your tits look beautiful when they almost spill out of your crop tops. He knows what your thighs look like when you sit and how your skirt rides up to accommodate the new angle youâve put yourself in.
It messes with his head because sometimes, he swears you might like him, too.
You laugh at his corny math jokes and ask him to hang out with you on the weekends. You let him buy you coffee and meals when itâs late into the night. You let him walk you home and you even allow Jake to nap on your bed when he comes over to work on the project after long, hot days.
It all comes to a boiling point one Thursday evening when heâs alone with you in your dorm. Your roommate is gone until Monday and Jake is sitting on the bed whilst youâre sitting on the desk chair, stretching your arms above your head until your shirt rides up. He can see your skin and wonders how soft you must be.
For just a moment, Jake wonders what your bare skin would feel like against his palms. Your breasts look plush to the touch and heâd bet anything that your pussy would feel so amazing against his fingers and cock when youâre wet. He imagines sliding his dick in and out of your tight hole, pumping until heâs coming inside of you and making you messier than before.
But he regrets this thought because heâs half hard in his sweatpants and thereâs no way to hide it.
âI, uh, think Iâm gonna head back to my dorm,â Jake announces as he puts a notebook in front of his crotch.
âAlready?â You turn around and pout at him. âBut you got here thirty minutes ago.â
Jake shuffles to the door. âSorry, Y/N. I think Iâll do my portion there.â
âJake, I really need you here to complete my part. Weâre supposed to turn in the second half of the report this week and I need your help to do it.â
God, you sound so hot when youâre asking him to stay.
He panics when you stand from your seat to approach him as he motions to open the door. The sound of your chair scraping against the floor startles him until he drops the notebook thatâs been covering his semi-hard dick. You gasp.
âAre you hard?â
Bashfully, Jake sighs and tries to back away from you. âThis I why I wanted to leave, okay? IâŚI didnât want to make you uncomfortable.â
You look at his crotch and then back up at him. âWhy are you hard?â
Jakeâs face heats up even more. âI-I donât know.â
âJaeyun.â Your voice sounds so delicate saying his name like that.
âItâs because I like you and youâre wearing shorts that leave nothing to the imagination, okay?!â He sighs. âIâve liked you since the second time we worked on the project because thatâs when I knew I could rely on you. Everything else was just circumstance and now I need to go to my dorm so I can take care of this.â
âI can help,â you tell him. You say it just shy of confidently and he canât tell if you feel bad for him or not.
âYou donât have to say or do anything. I already made this weird.â
You force yourself to stop looking at his cock. Knowing Jake, heâs too embarrassed to realize that your proposition is genuine and that youâve harbored a crush on him since becoming partners with him too. So you muster up enough courage to press your lips to his and hope the message is clear.
Jakeâs eyes widen against your mouth and you pull back after a few seconds to see the astonished look on his face. âI like you too, dummy. Have since you started bringing me tangerines after knowing me for two weeks.â
âReally?â
You nod. âMhm. Can I kiss you again?â
Jake captures your mouth in a kiss the way he wants toâhis hands grab your jaw and he pushes his lips against yours until heâs turning you. You feel your back hit the hard wall and gasp into the kiss, allowing Jake to lick your bottom lip with his tongue. The sensation dances across your chest and you gush out a stream of wetness at Jakeâs urgency.
âCouldâve been kissing you all this time,â he mutters against your neck as he drags his lips down your skin. âFeel what you do to me.â
Without detaching himself from you, Jake puts your hand on his hardened cock and hears you whimper at the feeling. He coaxes you to squeeze him through the fabric and moans against your neck when you do.
âSuch a good girl, listening to me like that.â He pulls away and pushes his hips into your palm. âIâm always hard for you.â
âR-Really?â
âYouâre so hot, Y/N. You have to know that.â
Jake doesnât let you respond. He grips your waist and pushes his plump lips back on yours and kisses you with fervor until your own lips have become swollen. The two of you emit breathy moans in the quiet of your dorm room and your free hand pushes Jakeâs sweats down until his cock springs free. The hand around his dick collects the precum that has oozed from his swollen head and you smear it over his skin.
âFuck me,â he moans to himself. âYouâre perfect.â
âYour cock is perfect,â you choke. âSo big.â
âYeah? Can you spit on it for me?â You do as he says, leaning forward until a wad of it touches his slit. Jake smiles at you lustfully and squeezes your hips. âGood girl. Always so good, arenât you? Makes me wonder how good youâll be for me when I fuck you.â
âIâll be so good,â you whine as you twist your hand up and down his length. Jake resumes kissing your neck and the electricity makes your pussy quiver. âI want you inside of me now.â
âNow? You think youâre wet enough?â You nod. âWeâll just have to see, now wonât we?â
Jakeâs movements are hurried as he pushes your shorts down until theyâre at your knees. You arenât lying. Youâre really wet. The cute baby pink panties you wear are soiled and he feels it when his fingers come in contact with the fabric.
The short whimper you let out is enough for Jake to short circuit. He doesnât believe this is real. Even less so when you maneuver his cock until the tip it pushing against your covered core, gathering your wetness to coat his cock.
âFuck, you really are perfect,â Jake whispers against you. He pulls back to watch as you stroke him while keeping the tip plush against you as if to coax him into fucking your hole. Jakeâs mouth hangs open at the delicious sensation of the wet fabric against his cock head and decides youâre wet enough to take all of him.
He relishes in your gasp when he forces you to turn around. You push your ass towards him and Jake slaps your right ass cheek with his big hands until the sound reverberates in the room. Jake pulls your panties down until they join your shorts halfway down your legs and pushes his cock against you.
âHow are you so fucking wet?â he mutters.
âItâs all for you.â
âFuck yes it is.â
Without bothering to pull his sweatpants off, Jake uses his hand to slide the tip up and down your slit until youâre arching your back and clutching the wall to the best of your ability. The wet splashes make him even hornier and he pushes the head into you until you envelop him.
Slowly, Jake pushes into you inch by inch and holds you by the waist. He rubs your bare skin and coos at you when you wiggle your ass to get more of him. The pain feels exceptional. You canât remember a time where you fucked someone as big as Jake and you donât want to live without his cock inside of you like this.
Jake takes his shirt off to prevent it from obstructing the view of his cock disappearing into your pussy. He pushes himself inside of you until heâs completely sheathed and catches you by surprise. Jake silences your moan with a kiss to your mouth and rubs soothing circles on your waist, kissing you like his life depends on it while you get used to the new stretch.
He pushes his tongue against yours and uses the spit to coat his lips. You taste exactly like the pink lemonade youâve been drinking all night and the innocent flavor makes his hips buck into you.
âFuck me,â you beg. âPlease, Jake. Donât make me wait.â
He obliges. Jake fucks into you with all his might and his strong, muscular arms hold you in place as you push your chest against the wall and hold onto the door handle. The string of moans you let out is surely loud enough to let the neighbors know whatâs happening behind the door but neither of you care about that right now. Jake wants to make you come and heâs slinging his hips into you from an upward angle, bending his knees to make sure his cock impales your g-spot.
âYouâre so hot,â he moans. âI think about fucking you all the time.â
âM-Me too,â you confess.
âYeah? What do you think about?â
âI think aboutâAh!âFingering me in class and eating my pussy.â
âFuck yeah. I can do that for you.â Jake grips your hips tighter. âI can make you cum.â
âMake me cum, Jaeyun,â you plead, pushing your ass back. âI wanna cum on your cock.â
Jake pistons his hips into you until youâre parallel to the floor, holding onto the handle for dear life. He pushes into you so hard that youâre afraid youâd fall if it werenât for his strong grip on you. Jake pushes and pushes, saving his orgasm until you come first.
It hits you like a tidal wave crashing over the shore. Your orgasm is long and drawn out as he keeps his brutal pace. Your release seeps from between the two or you and drips down his balls. Jake bites his lip at the tingling sensation and smacks your ass when you clench around him.
âUse me to make yourself cum,â you tell him. âPlease, Jake. Please cum for me.â
âSay less, Princess.â
His orgasm follows shortly behind yours. Jake pulls out after five more thrust and pumps his cock until his cum spurts all over the globes of your ass. The warm, thick liquid feels so good against your skin that you push your bare pussy against him until Jake is letting his hot cock rest on you too.
When he regains his breath, he spots a roll of paper towels and gives your cheek a quick kiss before cleaning the both of you up. His touch is gentle, juxtaposed to his fucking just a few minutes prior. Jake cleans himself up before wiping the cum off of you and wiping your pussy gently too. He coaxes you to change into fresh undergarments and lets you collapse onto the bed with your eyes on him.
âI really do like you,â Jake says. âI didnât say that just to fuck you.â
You pull him down and kiss him until all thatâs left is soft pecks and the sound of lips smacking. Jake lets you pull away to lay on top of his chest and you feel him kiss the crown of your head.
âSleep, Y/N. Iâll be here when you wake up.â
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