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Janeway: "I'm not willing to trade the lives of the Ocampa for our convenience. We'll have to find another way home." Star Trek: Voyager (1995â2001) || 1.01 "Caretaker"
#mine*#sd*#tvedit#trekedit#startrekedit#star trek#treksource#startrekgifs#voy#b'elanna torres#chakotay#robert beltran#roxann dawson#janeway x chakotay#he was so down for her since day 1#scifiedit
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callum is so strong, if rayla left me in the middle of the night on my birthday after dating for 2 weeks i'd actually kill myself
#HE'S SO BRAVE#rewatching tdp and wow chemistry was chemistrying since day 1#the perfect girl drops out of the sky and LEAVES YOU? ON YOUR BIRTHDAY?#i'd actually kms#esp considering how down bad he is for her he's the bravest and strongest soldier in the world#tdp callum#rayllum#the dragon prince
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sss day my favorite national holiday WOOOOHHHH
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#pokemon#trainer lyra#rival silver#soulsilvershipping#timeskip tag#bao beis#i had so much more planned. but alas. college.#ANYWAY. sss my everything. ohh. always thinking abt them.#this is very obviously lyra's room! all the pink! massive bed to fit all her pokemon! the champion paycheck gets you that much at least#and plants!!! no. 1 horticulturist in johto#she's living somewhere around the base of mt silver... decently close to the league and her hometown#so i like to imagine her with a huge greenhouse so she can take care of plants even in the harsher climate#meanwhile silver has one of those decrepit malelivingspace flats in viridian. he's making it work.#i can only see sss properly moving in together liiiike in their late 20s#after they get to enjoy young adult independence for a while#but before they permanently settle down they should go on silly adventures again... just once. or twice. or#as much as i like to entertain the thought of them being homebodies i think they'd rather spend their lives travelling haha#since silver never got to fully experience it as a kid on the run#being a wanted man and all#and lyra is itching for the getaway#they deserve to be in nature and responsibility-free and *frothing at the mouth*#BTW i put my whole wyvussy into that wall decor#lisia signed poster... rosa's resemblance as mei(!!!) in the totoro one... bell tower + whirl island pics //#pokemon constellations... and those gen 4 mail templates that no one actually used. probably from dawn. champion penpals :]#i debated doing a lance poster because celebrity idol funny but nah she'd bin that immediately after moving out#oh yeah the drawover was um. inspired by the nonebinary neochamp fit. so happy for my son.#i'm glad i managed to finish the big piece in time otherwise i would've just posted that LOL can you imagine#okey bye happy sss day
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Some days you want to work hard on your little fanfic epics, spending hours detangling the lore and timeline and plans for stories crying in the night for an update, and some days you're sick off your rocker and just hacking a lung out while haze-blinking into the horizon as you halt reading someone else's fic summary mid-first sentence to hard left turn into a very blurry but detailed daydream about the dwarves thinking Bilbo died in the Battle of the Five Armies while Bilbo--unaware of a king and his company upending their own mountain in a fit of grief as he heals among the Men or Elves--ends up in an awkward Race to Mordor with a Sauron he is barely aware of alongside his own ironic Nine, made up of himself, Gandalf, Bard, Legolas, Tauriel, and a trio of dwarves (DĂs, Gimli, Gimli's mom) plus an unexpected favorite cousin (Falco Chubb-Baggins) who all broke off from the first convoy of Blue Mountain immigrants to Erebor to go along and protect Bilbo.
Place bets now on how Thorin & Company hear of their burglar's survival and latest insanity (highest bids placed on the remaining Blue Mountain travelers passing along word vs a smarmy message from Thranduil), how quickly they shake off their shrouds of mourning and royal pseudo-widowhood, and where exactly on the path between Erebor and Mount Doom they manage to catch up to and dog pile an unwitting Hobbit.
#apologies for the sick day rambles#bagginshield#story ideas#I need to master the art of authors who cover a whole adventure/story in flash scenes across a series of short fics#i'd get so many of these ideas down in at least written form if I could master that vs my impulse for 100K+ monsters#bilbo fellowship au#i'm normally not for a 'bilbo destroys the ring early' since i love lotr so much I don't want to derail it too much but~ when the ideas hit#still it feels wrong to have only 1 hobbit in a fellowship so I played off those falco chubb-baggins lore tidbits#and I headcanon falco as a young curly haired michael sheen. just cause I love him & think he looks a fair bit like martin freeman.#bonus points include early gigolas humor gimli mom lore dis-bilbo in-law bonding & bilbo carrying a dwobbit frodo the entire gd time#last 2 points leading to Thorin slamming into the action ready to scream at his Hobbit--only to get blindsided by screams from his sister#queue bilbo frozen in shock as 2 royal siblings-fight trying to quietly sneak off-only for 2 very different royal siblings to bodyslam him#and dis screaming at her sons to be more careful with the hobbit and when why comes out All Hell Breaks Loose because wtf bilbo? THORIN???#(and no bilbo did not know either when he left ereborâlife just be rude like that)#and yes somewhere in that the ring and gollum and sauron and gandalf and probably saruman too. the wizard can handle the actual plot right?#and yeah eagles come in to save everyone at the last frustrating minute. because what's a tolkien quest without that in there?
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#job secured đ#itâs full time 9 hour days but Fridays are 4 hours#my nepotism baby arc (paulina helped me secure it at the clinic I go to LMFAO)#well kinda like I applied and they called me back but I missed the call#so when I went to see her (for the first time since September she said she got excited when she saw my name on her schedule bless her soul)#I told her how I called him back but the like didnât even ring it just went straight to voicemail both times#so she called him from her work phone and pretended I was a stranger she ran into bc patient confidentiality LMFAOEKFK#she went âI found someone in the hall who came to ask about a job because she got a call but hasnât been able to get in contact with youâ#and he came down there and was Iike âIâm so sorry Iâve been doing orientations and interviews all day I must have missed youâ#and we were talking in the elevator to his office about the position and he goes âdo you have time for an interview right now?â I was :O#and said yes ofc#interviewed with the 2 pharmacists then and there and he called and offered me the position the next day!!#and Iâm making more than I did at my previous job and itâll go up once I get certified in like 2 months#theyâre willing to train me and everything??#and the reason I wanted this job so bad is bc it counts towards my healthcare experience for grad school SLAY#2 birds 1 stone baby
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Putting on last year's trans rigs stream from Drawfee before i have to get ready to go out with my mum and her bf today (bc i have the worst feeling in my gut he's gonna make that An Thing for me if given the chance today, aka whenever i eventually need the restroom while we're at Mystic)
#text post#Housemate was amazing and helped me calm down a bit before ae went to work bc my brain woke up in meltdown mode over this tbh#it sucks bc like. im excited to see my mum despite the Everything with that lmao#but im not excited for how her bf has been acting since they got here (and it's been day 1 out of 7 days)#with some outright homophobic comments while Housemate and i hosted them briefly at our house yesterday afternoon#not abt us but like. i mean. u know we're both queer so#doesn't really matter if it's abt us or not it's still fucky and makes me worry abt how he's gonna be today!!#doesn't help that he really wanted to go to Italy with her instead this summer#(despite the passive aggressive complaints from him & mum to a degree abt how expensive it was for them to come out here)#(we're ignoring the fact that a European trip would be even more expensive lmao tho i do think if they want to/can afford it they should go)#like. the Vibe from him has just been that he'll be Just Polite Enough but that he didn't want to be here#and he doesn't expect to have any fun and it's like#dude i am Trying. i and Housemate have looked up stuff to do that includes things he likes (like guns and historical weapons)#we tried making comments abt that yesterday like hey u might like this but if there's anything u have in mind already#and he was just. whatever idc but then made comments that made it clear he's not excited for anything else#like museums or the beach for sea glass hunting or the bird sanctuary or even the zoo#and all have places to rest/sit plus restrooms and food so I don't think it's a worry abt facilities thing for him#i think he's just fed up that I'm still involved in my mum's life since i moved and like#yes there's a detangling of the umbilical cord i and my past therapist were trying to eventually get my mum to cut#since cutting it myself in any attempt has had her metaphorically taping it back together#but like. it's not entirely on me here. I'm trying to set boundaries and make sure she's giving him more attention than me since he's w/her#more than i am now#i know he's upset when she helps me financially too (i offer to pay her back but she always refuses it) bc she took me aside yesterday#to give me some cash for the time with them for souvenirs/fun stuff i might not buy otherwise bc im trying to be mindful of money#aka still waiting on money my fkn job should have already paid me like. a week or more ago now#he makes her happy so even if he hates me i still care abt his frustrating ass#and i do want him to have as much fun as he can while still relaxing during the trip out here#but i feel like im gonna have to physically shake him by the shoulders screaming this before he listens#and even if he listens he probably won't believe me#sorry for the tag essay the edible hasn't kicked in yet can u guys tell lmao
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i lied so hard on that old post of ppl saying they'd never been through this before and asking if it gets better and i talked about edd and said it does get better. i was 11 and did not process what happened and moved on and thought that i had "accepted it," now im 21 and actually realize what's going on and it is NOT getting better
#tw death#chat#this SUCKS man. WHY DOES IT KEEP GETTING *WORSE*#it would help if literally anything normal could happen in my life for like. 3 days. that's all i need#did yall hear about the spill in ohio. it got in the ohio river. so now our water is being monitored#gas leak where my uncle lives. so bad the entire stretch of road is closed#got like 3 people dead 1 in the hospital and literally no one will give me updates on her#im DESPERATELY trying to graduate between all this and im job shadowing under a freak of a man and he kinda scares me#ever since my dog died i have been on a downhill spiral man#scooter died a while back btw. i just didnt say anything bc i didnt wanna make ppl sad#it was cancer...#i am trying to climb back up this hill i've been thrown down im really trying this time but people keep throwing rocks at me JKFHSDG#''stay positive'' i say covered in blood#anyways my birthday is in less than a month. cool#at least i didnt have to be home for the super bowl for the first time ever. absolute god send#also i've caught like 6 shinies in the past couple days. FOUR OF THEM were full odds and also back to back. wack#finally got my shiny bronzor i love bronzor have i ever told you guys that. he is JUST a circle#h#vent#idk how to tag this i just dont wanna throw it in ppl's faces on what should be a kinda nice day lol#but i wanna say it eventually bc i've held back for too long#and now im worried abt ppl back home bc im stuck at the dorm and i have a test and a paper due soon#i need a BREAK. not spring break. i need a BREAK break. i need to grab everyone and go to the beach or something#or just. stay in a nice hotel for a day or two. waste some money#drive everyone to falcon overlook or something so they can see the hills like i did#fun road to drive it's all bendy hehe
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She's My Vitals!
Synopsis. The best part about a sĂ©x ban? When theyâre broken!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, sĂ©x bans, bondagĂ©, PĂSSYDRUNK BOYS, creampĂes, CĂMPLAY, spĂtting, true form! Sukuna, dp, pĂșssy-slappĂng, chokĂng Nanami, BRĂEDING, markĂng, making him whĂne, talking to her, jealous Nanami, fĂnger-sĂșcking, NĂEDY boys, âjust the tĂpâ, heinous things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. LAST LEAK DAY HOW ARE WE FEELING BBYGIRLS??
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - 1 weekâŠalmost
âOh godâŠâ heâs rasping out, skimming a thick thumb over where your flimsy panties were the most translucent. Just the sticky sheen of saturated slick makes him salivate, neglected cock throbbing with how much heâs missed you. âYâreally got me begging, huh, naughty girl?â
Now, Toji Fushiguro doesnât ask for attention - either you come to him with that cute pout of yours, begging him to fuck you full of his long, solid inches or you donât. Toji Fushiguro doesnât grovel - heâs never just barely lasted only a measly week since being punished with a sex ban. Banging at your door soon after, strong arms just wrangling his pretty girl to the ground right then and there.Â
But here he was.Â
âS-so eager.â youâre humming, the hardwood floors of your hallway chafes lightly underneath your arched back. Your nails dig into his muscled shoulders, holding back a giggle at the way heâs already so gone. Eyes droopy, abs flexing, panting. âAffected so much by-â
â-just a week?â Two rough hands knead at your ass, dragging your body forwards to grind his angry cock in a sultry push. âA week of hell, you mean.â
Thereâs a soft smack! gifted right onto your puffed-up clit, and Toji has the audacity to laugh - laugh, all low and humorless when your needy cunt gushes out in another way of your syrupy sweet juices.Â
âThoughâŠâ he circles his thick, reddish head over your quivering entrance, gliding over the glistening mess youâve made. Coating around your puffy teasingly with every ribbon of his thick precum, â-seems like I wasnât the- hah- only one all desperate nâ shit for you.â That sinful scar positioned on his lips grazes jaggedly against yours in a lazy kiss, âMissed me, woman?â
Youâre rolling your eyes, âReal rich coming from-â And Toji canât do anything but watch when your hand dips down between your two pressed-up bodies to wrap around his fat hilt. He throws his head back, swearing when you just slot his leaky tip between your swollen folds. Sensitive and so swelteringly hot. â-the same man that almost broke down my door at two in the m-morning because he missed me too much, Toji.â
Fuck- fuck, Toji doesnât think he even heard whatever just came out of your mouth. No, he was way too busy trying not to fucking pass out. Humping you pathetically as if in heat now, gulping at the dripping wet squelches from down below. Shit, his favorite song.
âSay it.â Youâre feeling two of his thick palms come up to rest atop your head, lacing those thick fingers of his slowly. âSay my name again.â
It was almost endearing how tough he still tried to sound. Acting like his body wasnât wracking with a jolting shudder every time youâre grinding your hips up in steady gyrations against his rock-hard cock.Â
âSay what now?â you purr, silky sweet. Peppering a lingering kiss against his forehead, his scar, only to have him bite down on your lower lip in warning. âToji? The same Toji that was so mean to me - ignoring me for some stupid mission? The same big, bad Toji Fushiguro who took less than a week to crack-â
âMâsorry!â And usually youâd love to tease Toji more for the way he was cutting you off so much, but he just sounded like he was in utter wreck. Lips wobbling, a baritone ah! ah! ah! leaving with each sopping glissade of your cunt across his twitchy shaft. âThere! I said it. Wonât- wonât miss another one of our hngh! d-dates for a job, mâkay? Fuck this sex ban- Iâll even answer your cute calls in the middle of finishing off a target if I have to just please-â
Ah, there it was.
The heady hallway - fuck, you two hadnât even made it to the bed, yet - rings out with the soft thwack! of Tojiâs heavy, cum-filled balls against your ass. Only increasing in volume with each greedier and greedier little half-thrust into your snug cunt.Â
âNgh! Toji- Toji f-fuck.â youâre keening at the feeling of all the air in your lungs being thoroughly pushed out. âY-youâre lucky youâre so convincing-â
And he feels so hot, dizzy head being flung back at the heavenly suck of your pussy swallowing him up. Being stretched so gapingly open, itâs like his girth is contorting your velvety walls to his very shape. Stretching you out so much, massaging your sweet spots without even trying, reaching for your very womb-
âHa-ahh- so tight- fuck- no wonder I almost broke yer damn door down.â heâs breathing out. The words finally registering, âIs it me thatâs convincing or is it-â His biceps bulge with effort, rippling as the vice-like restraint above you is pushing you down, down, down to his hold. â-is it this?âÂ
You canât even form an answer if you wanted to - because Toji was hunching over his hulking body to bully his fat cock into you in thorough, jagged ruts of his hips. Keeping you stuck in his vice-like hold, fully in the face of all his pressurized thrusts.
âWhat? Cat got yer- ngh tongue?â Toji smiles, smugly. Obscenely. âI missed your p-pretty voice just as much as this cunt, yâknow? Why donât ya use those words fâme, doll?â
Your entire body just jerks upwards when one of his soft palms plant back down on your clit, giving another simpering smack!
âYes!â youâre spitting, and thereâs such a supple satisfaction in Tojiâs movements now. âM-missed this- missed you so muchâŠâ
âThaâs fuckinâ right. Never gonna let ya forget it.â Heâs grunting throatily at your answer, the soft, rounded pads of his fingers swirl over your stinging clit, eager to give another playful slap. He stills - and you whine, grinding down pleadingly. Exactly how he wanted it. âSo why dontcha fuck back into me nâ show me, you lilâ tease?â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - 17 days
Thereâs a slow, syrupy puddle growing on your inner thighs - not between them, no, on top of them. Glossing down your skin in a milky ooze, Nanamiâs red, achy cock right in the center of it all. Rubbing and grinding rawly between your thighs, heâs rutting forward like heâs out of control-
âM-my love.â Even those words sound so wrecked, Nanamiâs soft baritone cracking, a few octaves higher than usual. âAre you- hah- doing okay?â
Your kiss-bitten pout makes his thick length jolt in interest, surging forwards to kiss them. âI am, Ken. Which is why I r-really want you to break the-â
âNo!â heâs gasping, and thereâs another harsh glissade of his glisteningly wet cock just across your puffed-up folds. Two firm hands hold your squirming hips still while he fucks your thighs even sloppier. Drowsy, almost. âNo no no- we canât. Donât wanna overwork my gorgeous wife, sh-sheâs already had such a long month at work, no?â
You shake your head stubbornly, pulling on the loosened end of his favorite speckled yellow tie to just drag Nanami even closer. âMânot-â
âBut- the project-â
âTold you mânot overworked, okay, Ken?â Within only a few moments, youâve got your trembly legs hooked around muscled hips, feeling his dick reach every single one of your hidden sweet spots and crannies with just the single inch heâs sinking in. Accidentally - but oh, an accident never felt so good. âBesidesâŠe-even with this annoying new project, the monthâs been even hah- longer because of this sex ban. I really, really miss you inside meââ
âOhâŠbetter not have told me that.â He breathes into the crook of your neck, hiding away that rosy blush high on his cheeks. And before you can comfort your dear husband - or maybe make him even more flustered - heâs giving one, solid thrust into the depths of your awaiting cunt. Slowly. âAfter- after so long. Fuuuck- you shouldnât have told me that.â
Giving a steady roll of his hips until you were just gasping at the sheer thickness. Nanamiâs long girth leaving you spotless, swiveling his fat head easily against your g-spot.
âF-fuck-â heâs still muttering to himself, jaw clenched tight with all the strain of not devouring you whole after so long-
âSo do it.âÂ
Your words make him still in his unforgiving pace, cocking a head in confusion. The sight of him - all disheveled and blushing an innocent red, eyes drooped in pussydrunk pleasure, mouth parted sweetly - has you giggling. âSeriously- aww, Ken, you didnât even realize you were talking out loud?â Your palms smooth their way over his blue button-up, too impatient to have stripped out of it. âDo it. Dontcha think the best ngh! de-stressor during a long work project would be this-â
You didnât get to finish your sentence - and you didnât have to. Because Nanami is doing exactly that.Â
âYouâre not good fâme-â he draws a greedy thumb over your clit in tight, methodical circles. Pressing sweet peck after peck on your sagging open lips, âYou have- no idea- how I- hah- was holdinâ back all this time.â
Each squelching thrust has the pool of cum and your saturated slick expanding ever-wider. Drenching into the once-fresh sheets, your skin, forming a creamy ring around his heft base. It stands out so starkly against the neat patch of blond and his red, red shaft.
âSeeinâ you walking around the office in those godforsaken short skirts.â he growls, sharp gaze honing in on the mess of fabric in tatters on the floor. âHavinâ those interns making eyes at you- Meanwhile I couldnât even fuck my cute wife.â All those frustrations heâs channeling into his hips, fucking you deeper and deeper into the bed, you swear in the morning youâd be able to see the markings of his tight balls against your ass, his v-line against your thighs. âAll because of some shitty project I couldnât give less of a shit about.â
âSâalmost- hah-â youâre hiccuping when his thumb strokes even harder, matching his lewd pace. â-sâalmost over anyway. And I al-already filed the-â
âMy loveâŠâ Nanami gently cuts in, just quelling your worried excuses with another jittering ram of his hips. Pressing expertly into where he already knew would make you squeal. â-this cockblocking project is the last thing I wanâ hear about right now-â Heâs sucking gently on your lips in a sloppy kiss - his favorite type - â-Iâd much prefer to finally hear you cum-â
And this was so unlike your dear husband.Â
He was never this rough when throwing your legs over his broad shoulders, not giving you anything but a second to adjust before bending down, down, down to fold you into the meanest mating press possible. Never this hoarse with his words, wrenching out of his shot throat with each bludgeoning push into your cunt. Just ravaging you from the inside out.Â
Soon enough, it gets too much.
And Nanamiâs pants turn into heaves, his pressurized cadence turn into nothing more than languid, sloppy ruts back and forth back and forth back and-
âK-Ken-â Your fingers find their way to his tie again - pulling so hard that it makes him lightheaded. So tight it cuts a red indent into his golden skin. âMâso close-â
Youâd heard about the type of orgasms so sudden that you donât even realize youâre having them. Because no sooner are the words out of your mouth that youâre cumming. So hard, so aggressive, even that Nanami has to bite back his own groans.Â
Head falling backwards at how almost-difficult it was to drive into your snug cunt now, velvety walls constricting with pleasure. Milking him so fucking good- âYeah- yeah fuck, choke me. Choke me while you cum, darling.â
In a split-second, the pads of Nanamiâs fingers on your clit shove themselves between your lips. The honeyed cum and slick pooled thickly in a candied coat that makes you throb.Â
âThat sâfor not hngh! telling me sooner about the project almost being done. And this-â Itâs followed by a gentle peck to your forehead, and an absolutely not gentle twitch of his weepy cock inside you. His fingers tighten inside your mouth, yours tighten around his tie, â-is for all the overtime mâgonna hafta make up for.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - 8 days
Itâs been too long - way too long. A week- fuck, maybe more?Â
Geto doesnât know, canât even think right now with the way each and every slow, smooth glissade of your puffed-up pussy down his long shaft have him losing his mind let alone his train of thought. Gritting his teeth, he tugs even tighter around the cool leather restrain pinning him down to the plush bed, âTh-this has already gone on for a week- hngh- donât you think thatâs enough teasing, gorgeous?â
Fuck him and his stubborn streak.
âOver a week of you giving me the cold shoulder, Sugu?â Oh your saccharine sweet hum is enough for the curve of his cock to twitch up. Bumping lewdly against your clit, âI think mâbeing more than generous.â
Your leaderâs dark brows knit even deeper in frustration, the need bleeding into those heaving shudders of his. âAww, c-come onââ And if you didnât know any better youâd have said that Geto Suguru was whining - whining. The headboard rattles loudly when he pulls, âYâknow I didnât mean it- was jusâ a lilâ lesson because yâd-didnât finish your duties as my second-in-command. I already give you ânough pretty privilege, donât I?â
âOh yeah?â youâre huffing, leaning forward until he gets the perfect view of your perky tits. Geto canât help the way his tongue lolls out to suckle gently on your nipples. Handsome cheeks hollowing out with each swirling movement. âAnd Iâm gonna give you a muzzle next if you donât stop running that mean mouth.â
Shit, Geto blames it on not having you for a while now - fuck this sex ban - because he can already feel his weepy cock gush out in a fresh coat of syrupy precum. Steamy and sticky between your thighs, it was almost fucking embarrassing.
âYes, maâam.â he gasps out, sounding as disoriented as you looked right now. Thereâs a candied string of spit between his glossed-over lips and your tits that snaps around his almost leering smile. âAnything for you.â
If you felt his admission was mocking, then you didnât say anything. And Geto was so fucking thankful, because just then youâre positioning his achy cock right at your slobbering entrance. Coating down his angry, angry shaft in your sweet juices before sinking down - slowly. So, so torturously slow.Â
âFuck!â Getoâs biting his lip when your silky soft walls give an experimental squeeze, tugging the rest of him even deeper into your tight channel. Throwing his head back, lazily - this was heaven. âIâm so- C-canât you hurry-â
âNope.â you grin, popping the âpâ. Your gyrating hips falter into stillness, until your filthy cuntâs just barely cockwarming him at this point. Hands ghosting up his flexing abs, the plans of his bulging pecs, up, up, up until they wrap so prettily around Getoâs milky throat. âWhy dontcha do it yourself since you want it so bad, hm?â
Ah, heâs in love.
âAnything for you.â
Jaw tensing, his eyes are locked on the way your pussy lips part around him. Straddled and sat so prettily on top of him, heâs planting his feet onto the silken sheets without a second thought. Long fingers intertwining deftly with the chain on those cuffs, leveraging you just right and-
Snap!
Both of you gasp in surprised synchronization when those expensive handcuffs - custom-made, mind you - shred easily. Raising your eyes to look at Geto and- oh, fuck. You were fucked.Â
âThat wasnât on the plan butâŠâ his dark eyes glint with such a predatory spark, plump lips curling into an easy smirk. He soothes over the stinging red where heâd been held, greedy gaze locked on you. And only you. â...neither was havinâ my cute lilâ assistant tie me up, hm?âÂ
In all of two seconds, youâre just being slammed down onto the hard ridges of Getoâs defined hipbones. Bruises sure to blossom up on your skin when his two rough palms grab a ravenous handful of your ass. Reeling your pliant body up, up, up till the very tip of his velvety cock kissed teasingly at your hole, and down.Â
âO-oh!â Your hands come down to his sculpted chest, skin heated against his soft puffs of breath. And itâs just about all you can manage to get out, mouth salivating at all of the thick inches of him filling you up, so dreadfully bullying with his thrusts.
âShit- shit shit shit, fuckinâ missed this. Mustâve had a lotttt of fun hngh! playing around with your leader, huh?â Geto lingers in hot pecks at the corners of your eyes, tasting the salty sting of your tears. âTreatinâ me like I was second-in-command. Did it get you wet, gorgeous?â
Heâs leaning back to get a better view of the way your pussy was being split open, glistening and winking up at him. âYeahhh, it sure did- jusâ look at you. Youâve been hating this petty sex ban as much as I have.â
Just the thought is enough to have whatever blood is left in his body to rush even more feverishly into his painful cock. Bulbous tip blushing a rosy red, his ravaged cock gushes sensitively with hot precum after so long, growing even girthier inside you.
Youâre whining at the feeling of your already-contracted walls being stretched even more like elastic around him. âI- I did-âÂ
He fucks out whatever poor cry is on the tip of your tongue with a harsh thrust, arching into a perfect curve of his body against yours.Â
âAwww, I know, pretty girl. I knowââ Geto soothes, gliding away your glossy pout with his thumb, before pressing such a tauntingly sweet sweet kiss. âNâ weâve gotta make up for th-those hah! eight days, right?â At your barely-lucid nod, he only grins wider. Fuck yeah, he missed this. And heâs never letting you out of his sight. âAnd afterward- we can talk about a little ah- promotion, how about that?â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - 2 days
âJust the tip.â Chosoâs hushing hotly against your ear later into the night, eyes double-checking at his locked door before rutting his hot, hefty erection against the globes of your ass. âJust the- hah- tip, baby please. Feels like mâgonna die if I donât get just a feel of your cute cunt already.â
Itâs only been two days visiting his family, and Choso feels like heâs just about ready to burst. All those soft moments babying his little brother, those stupid lilâ jokes from his uncle about adding another Itadori to the family - they were swirling up inside his hazy mind and flowing straight to his achy cock. Rock-hard and leaking saturated precum all over the back of your soft cotton sleep shorts.Â
Choso wanted you - and he wanted you now.Â
âBabyâŠâ his drowsy kiss drags along your lips. A calloused hand comes up under your leg to slot his achy cock between them, rubbing and grinding in smooth, slow gyrations. Shuddering, âDonât care if weâre loud I- hah- r-really just wanna fuck a baby into ya.â
âShh shhh, go ahead, Cho.â you giggle, whirling over your shoulder to teasingly peck at the tip of his nose. âBut jusâ the tip, mâkay?â
Your sweet boyfriendâs nodding before youâre even finishing your sentence, not having the patience to even take your pajamas off. Just hooking a long, pale finger along the side of the fabric, throwing his head back against the pillows to take an even close look at the gloss of slick sticking to your inner thighs.Â
âO-oh, baby. My babyââ his deep voice cracks. Biting back guttural groans when the very flushed thick tip of his cock dips so perfectly around the corner of your sopping slit. Frantically, he claps a hand over his loud moans, âJustâŠjust the tip. Right?â
Whether he was asking you or whether he was asking himself you have no idea. Because Choso wasnât wasting even a millisecond more, heâs rubbing in velvety glides at your swollen folds. So dripping wet that it takes him a few whimpering grinds to bully his fat head at your hole without sliding right across. Slowly.Â
âShit- missed this. J-juuust-â heâs heavily panting, kissing down your spine with each inch after fucking inch massaging inside your gummy walls. Throbbing heavily because shit, it might not have been long - but itâs felt like forever. â-the- the-â
Chosoâs blabbering words only slur out even more through the gaps in his fingers, honeyed tone becoming more simpering. And you could count the hitches in his breath, the shake in his thighs when heâs disappearing between your legs. After not having you for a whole two days, he was pussydrunken already.
âSomething wrong, baby?â you purr, tugging on his long strands of hair, now damp with sweat. âYou look tense.â
âTense?â Choso gasps, voice pitched up higher than usual with disbelief. âWh-what are you ah- shit, donâ squeeze me like that- what are you t-talking about, mânot tense.âÂ
But your smug smirk only tugs wider at the jittery way his free hand locks onto the small of your waist. Pushing and pulling in a sultry pace, massaging your snug channel with the upwards curving divot on the very tip of his cock. Feeling just the very peak of that prominent vein he has down his creamy middle.Â
âAre you sure?â you hum, hearing him outwardly gulp. And you know that you should go a little easy on him - your poor boyfriend did just spend the entire weekend being cockblocked by his family, after all. You know you should be mindful of the soft creaking of the bed, the ever-growing groans wrenching from Choso. âI would much rather you just-â Your nails leave ravaged red trails down his milky thighs â-breed me the way youâve been wanting to these past two days, Cho.â
Oh, Choso could cry, he could moan, he could cum.Â
And - tears pricking at his dewy, dark eyes, cheeks burning with embarrassment - thatâs exactly what he does. Youâre letting out a mewl at the feeling of Chosoâs sweltering hot tip just gliding across the spongy bottom of your cervix. Glossing over your insides with a thick coat of his cum, dredge after dredge of creamy white that fill you up so much. Seeping down through the corners of your sloppy hole and forming a milky ring around the tufts of black at his hilt. âFuck- fuck mâblaminâ being cockblocked from this heavenly pussy fâthis.â
âFuck! Wasnât even that long, Cho. I can ah- feel you all the way-â Your fingers slide up to about halfway at your stomach, pressing down on that familiar nudging divot, â-here.â
Thatâs all it takes for his weepy cock to just gush more spurts of seed again. Again and again and again- Immediately, his large hand covers your mouth, fully muffling those pretty moans.Â
âF-fuck, pretty- mây dad is j-just hah- the door over.â heâs almost bawling out, hips uncontrolled with the way heâs rutting up in deep, thorough pushed of his slender hips. âSo loud.â But Choso makes no move to quieten either of you. Crashing his lips into yours to let your sweetened moans vibrate away into his mouth, heavy balls smacking against your skin in a heady thwack! thwack! thwack! âSo messy.âÂ
You feel so sluggish being stuffed to the very brim like this, limbs aching with how close Choso was pinning you back against his muscled chest. Thereâs only so much that your cunt can take before itâs spreading out into a messy puddle below you two, adding to the gripping squelches. Shit, you two were definitely facing hell tomorrow - namely, a too-smug Sukuna.Â
âBabyâŠâ Choso drags out, in a way you already knew didnât bode well. Two of his fingers swipe at the mess beading out, âSince mâbeing so loudâŠwhy donât I busy my mouth with something else?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - 5 hours (but he wonât admit it)
That pretty pout of yours was too irresistible, the way youâd kissed him goodbye too sultry - Sukuna knew your game.Â
And here - teeth gritted, thighs bouncing in frustration under the table, anger flaring when his court meeting drags onto around the fifth consecutive hour - he also knew he was playing right into it.
Yeah, fuck that.
Which is why there isnât even a shred of regret in his smirk when he finally reaches his breaking point - a click of his fingers and heâs no longer in the royal meeting room. Instead, nestling up to your side at his chambers, smothered amongst all the expensive silken sheets.Â
Not even the tiniest speck of embarrassment in his next words to you, âOn all fours, brat.â
âKuna- youâre back- fuuuck-â your honeyed moans sound out over the way he had one large hand smushing you deeper and deeper into the cushiony pillows. â-youâre back e-early?â
âDonât act like you didnât have anything to hngh! do with it, woman.â he spits, and the mattress dips when heâs hiking up a powerful thigh. Using the leverage to pressurize each jarring, determined little half-thrust inside your gaping hole. âTeasing nâ toying with your king. Youâre hah- r-real brave for a lilâ human yâknow that?â
Youâre whining, âA-all it took was f-five hours of a sex ban-â
Another one of his big, beefy arms swipe down your arched spine, dipping down to spread open your puffed-up folds even more. âSilence.â
So what if the king of curses couldnât last five hours without your pretty pussy? Was that a crime?Â
The vice-like grip on your head was forcing your bleary gaze down to where he was feeding your cunt with each of his massive inches. Two absolutely engorged cocks with twin reddish tips, glossing all over your poor entrance with matching gushes of hot precum. Just barely even halfway in - but you could already feel him bulging at your very stomach. âHehâŠwouldya look at that. Didnât even prep her as much as u-usual and sheâs already this ready to take me. Are ya always such a slut?â
You canât stop yourself from bowing even deeper into his hold, the upwards curve of your spine pushing you even closer to his stacked bases.Â
âAnswer me.â His deep baritone snaps you out of your little haze, and two hands prop you even closer. You could feel every heated gust of his words against the shell of your ear, âSpeak, if you donâ wanna displease your king, little human.âÂ
And oh Sukuna canât deny that stirring pride in his chest when your jumbled-out words spill out, body trembly, needy - but still so eager to please him.Â
âI- I just-â Your breath hitches wetly in your chest when one of his four hulking arms dip downwards, toying with your swollen clit between two thick fingers. It takes a branding smack! to the fat of your ass to remember what you were trying to say again. â-just knew I was gonna miss you at the meeting today, Kuna.â
And if the way he jolted inside you wasnât an answer - the raw divots of his cocks jostling inside you to crash into your g-spot - Sukuna gasps - gasps. Voice so simperingly silken when he asks, âYou missed me?â
Youâre nodding - but that isnât enough for him, fuck it might never be.Â
In retaliation, your pussy is being gifted with another few of his long thrusts. Two hands tightening roughly around your waist to keep his pretty girl from escaping.
âLike I said- u-use your hngh- words, doll.â Followed by such a mean bump of both rounded curves of his fat cockheads against your g-spot, making you cry out in your sweetened voice that he loved so much. âClearly youâve still got the voice, heh-â
The royal bed is creaking so loudly that Sukuna has half the mind to wonder whether the fools in the meeting room not too far away could hear. Ah, fuck them. Right now he couldnât care less about anything other than you.
âI did miss you.â youâre mewling, big fat tears pricking at your eyes each time heâs drilling in. âMissed you so much, Kuna.â
Thereâs a sudden, sloppy squelch! And before you know it, heâs buried all the way in until the sensitive skin of your ass rubbed rawly against those rough patches of pink at his toned pelvis, Sukunaâs heavy balls kissing snugly against your thighs.Â
âAhhââ heâs heaving out, while you can do nothing but scramble towards the headboard, the sheets, anything. Peaking in the thumb rolling over your clit to take a good, long look at how your stuttering pussy was so obscenely stretched and molded around his cocks, all the way down to those ringed tattoos on his thick bases. Gapingly full. Doubly sucking him up. âFuck the sex ban- beats that stupid fuckinâ meeting thaâs for sure.â
And you didnât know whether it was possible to forget how big Sukuna truly was in just five hours. Because his every throb only seems to drive him even deeper against your cervix, thickening so maddeningly to stretch out your insides.Â
âYeah yeah- atta girl. Take it all- fuck, take it all fâme.â He croons through your high, squelching movements only speeding up. Thereâs an element of such raw, primal need in what he does, like heâs just dragging out every dredge of pleasure out of you. Youâre just gulping when a hand makes its way into your black-tinged vision, wrapping snugly around your throat to pull you backwards against his every ram. âNow, letâs see if this pretty pussy can squirt before they come around tryna find me for the meeting.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - 15 minutes
âSweetheart-â Gojo whines, rosy lips downturning into the most perfect pout youâd ever seen. âSweetheart please- I know I was-â
âStupid? Impulsive?â youâre rolling your eyes, despite the vice-like hold he had on you. Sitting you down so prettily on his lap, manspread as far as his office chair would allow him. âAn absolute idiot?â
Fuck, at that last insult, Gojoâs cock only hardens impossibly inside your gummy walls. Marking out each and every divot and vein down his furious shaft, he throws his head back with a groan at the taut feeling of your clingy walls being stretched all around him.Â
âSeriously?â youâre gasping, to which he only curls his lips up into the most unabashed grin.Â
Not even a moment later, heâs bouncing his thighs, jostling you precariously on top of his frame. It makes your hips just squeeze downwards in smooth, swiveling gyrations that massage his throbbing cockhead. âAw come on- I take back what I said about No Nut November can we just-â
âYeah? After what-â Your eyes dart over your shoulder towards the clock at the very end of the room, â-fifteen minutes? You dragged me all the way out of a meeting after only that? Come on, Toru, youâve gotta make to at least twenty-â
âPlease.âÂ
Youâre pausing in surprise, and thatâs the last thing that Gojo wanted right about now. So with a huffed-out groan, heâs back to placing two greedy palms that smooth over the curve of your hips, up and down up and down. Soothing you over for when he just rams you down recklessly on his achy cock.Â
He bites up the column of your neck, all the way up to that sweet spot at your earlobe. âAlready said the magic word, didnât I?â Before using all of his inhuman core strength to bounce you all the way down in another thorough thrust. âWhat? Wanâ me to say pretty please, my girl?â
The strongest was just begging at your feet, because laced with his tease was a very real, nervous tremor. Voice lilting up higher than normal, drunken eyes darting between your own and the very obvious little grind of his pulsing length.
Buried so brandingly inside you, like he wanted to make you memorize him from the inside out. Body bowed into yours like it hurt to be apart more than just a few millimeters, he was stuck against your side. Only pushing deeper and deeper and-
âIâll- Iâll make it to twenty minutes next time-â he giggles deliriously, already tinged with such smugness. âMaybe even thirty- please- please justâ, fuck- need your cute cunt.â
And you were a strong sorcerer in your own right - but seated like this, Gojo definitely had the advantage. He was still so much taller, so much broader, muscles rippling through the thin fabric of his black t-shirt. Biceps bulging out with each stuttering slam into your hips, itâs like he wanted to be as sloppy as possible.Â
To have your cunt drooling down every inch of his angry, red cock glistening a sweet sweet coat of juices with every single squelch. It drips down from where your skirt was bunched up, down onto the wooden floors. Shit, you definitely werenât going back to the meeting like this.Â
âSo wet, huh?â He smiles, a snowy brow rising at the sight. And Gojoâs tall frame sags even deeper down his steadfast chair to get an even better long, swallowing deeply. âDamn- youâre makinâ me so thirsty, sweetheart.â
You smack his chest, âS-so filthy, Toru.â But you canât hide the slight moan in your scolding, the way your clit grows even more heated - and he notices, of course.Â
âI got you- I got you, girl.â He rolls an eager thumb right over where you wanted him the most, bringing a kiss over towards the underside of your jaw, your cheeks, your mouth. âNâ of course mâ filthy- whatâd you expect?â Gojoâs free hand occupies itself with guiding your cunt down at a maddening pace. Squelching so loud that times like this he was thankful for six eyes, for all the amplified sounds of your huffs and cunt clamping down around his girthy cock. His next words are whispered against your tongue, âMâthe fucker that couldnât last fifteen minutes without your pretty pussy, of course.â
Heâs not even waiting to ask at this point - heâs already lost, heâs already broken the sex ban but fuck, did defeat feel so sweet.Â
Thereâs a stuttering squelch, your slick glossing down his entire wrist when Gojoâs fingers sped up on your poor clit. Circling and tugging teasingly, his fingers were so deftly making you writhe.Â
It simply makes your toes curl, white-hot pleasure sparking behind your eyes with each unwavering clash into your gâspot. And if you were in any better state of mind, youâd be almost embarrassed at how it only takes a few clamoring rummages at your insides, a few steadfast thrusts right into the bullseye of your sweet spots, before youâre cumming and cumming so hard it makes you gasp.
âFuck-â Your nails dig ferociously into Gojoâs strong wrist, stationed on one side of your waist, fucking downwards to meet his sloppy staccato. âFuck fuck fuck- mâcumming- mâcumming, Toruââ
âHeh, easy girl.â he jests, dragging his plump lips down the sensitive side of your neck. âMade fun of me fâbeing so needy but look at you.â Running his pretty mouth a mile a minute, you could tell heâs nearing the end of his sanity, as well. Each sensitive twitch of his long shaft massaging deeper and deeper into your g-spot. âCum fâme then- fuck- cumming- cum.â
Your velvety walls are just milking each of his gummy thrusts, gripping onto you through each and every wave of pleasure. Bolts of electricity zap through your veins, and Gojoâs flinging his eyes shut, mouth parting to groan out your name with each spurt of his thick, potent cum. Over and over-
âFuck- fuck, yeah thaâs right.â he slurs, a hand just slamming down on his nearby desk. Like he wanted to break. To ruin. Whispering against your ear, âNow how about we go a few more times to see if I can make twenty minutes without this pretty pussy next time?â
âThirty.â
âDeal.â
A/N. Hope yâall have a lovely lovely week <3
Plagiarism not authorized.
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oh tracy chapman we're really in it now....
#every single bill is overdue. my aunt dipped into her 401k because our trailer was about to be taken#a 600 dollar electric bill because the rates are up so much since we're in a 24/7 heat aversion and have 85%+ humidity constantly#water theyre trying to work with us but thats also overdue and the money we used to do a partial payment is money we don't have#car payment is & its fucking up REAL bad. 2 out of 4 o2 sensors are bad and shes kicking real bad anytime she idles and drives#and now shes getting stuck between the first and second gear. even parked its trying to throw into gear automatically#but driving from a light and it either barely creeps or it LURCHES real bad and is randomly accelerating and struggles to slow down#which. each sensor is about 50 to 70 bucks. we don't know which ones are fucked so its crossing fingers. my uncle is going to put her up#on blocks when we can scrape it together and im going to change two because i live 30ish minutes from a real store with a car#so we cant go without one since we literally only go to the store to get a day or two of groceries since. cant fucking afford anything.#still have hospital shit and bills and paperwork#paperwork with the company my dads driving under and they keep fucking with his paycheck#and now his air is struggling to work in the truck which is dangerous since#hes already got congestive heart failure & is working hard manual labor in extreme heat#and the power in the trailer keeps going off because the weather and blowouts from everyone using it#its 10:35pm and its 94f in here still. earlier it was 98 in here as outside is even worst and muggy#& our air doesn't work. my aunt had one (1) window unit that we're using with the doors shut but it doesn't do shit#and im still stress over my mither since she just had her fucking heart attack and none of this stress and conditions is helping#and my 'i want to cut everyone off leave me alone' isolation tendencies is in full swing#but. whatever. all cool and super đđ#I'm sorry for being quiet for a bit and coming back with a tag rant that ill delete later but. man.#anyways. updating the gfm's now and im sorry i haven't been on enough to keep more consistent.#thats been really selfish of me. ive set an alarm to remind me to update them and reblog for spread so hopefully going#forward they'll be more consistent. please remember to reblog even if you cant donate.
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Babysitter - Part 1
Pairing: dad!Toji x babysitter!reader
Rating: Explicit â MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~1.7k
cw: age gap (reader is 21, Toji is in his 30s), language, cheating, smut â PIV sex (doggy style), breeding kink, daddy kink
Summary: You're hired to babysit little Megumi for the summer, but you end up taking care of his father, Toji, as well.
Authorâs Notes: This is repost from my old blog! I initially got this as a request and it became my first Toji fic ever, and certainly not my last lol. I'm posting this again because I actually wrote a Part 2, check it out! Thanks for reading! Divider credit to @/fic-dumpster.
You stand in front of a quaint house, checking your watch for the time. Itâs been almost ten minutes now since you knocked, no answer. You gave the number from the listing a call, still nothing. Rolling your eyes, you take a seat on the steps leading to the door, waiting.
Itâs the summer before you head back to university for your senior year. In an attempt to make some extra cash, you took a job as a babysitter through local ads in the paper. The first two clients were completely normal; this one is already leaving a bad taste in your mouth.Â
Fifteen minutes have passed. You try once more, pounding on the door with your fist as loud as you can. Heel turned, ready to leave, it suddenly swings open, revealing a muscular man with black hair, glaring at you. âWhat the fuck do you want?âÂ
You step back, startled by his intimidating presence. Stuttering, you answer, âIâm the babysitter.â
He continues to stare at you, eyes following your body up and down, studying it. âBabysitter?â
Before you can explain any further, you hear a car rolling into the driveway. A woman in professional attire steps out quickly. âIâm so sorry Iâm late!â She rushes towards you, holding her hand out to shake yours. âWe spoke on the phone. I got stuck in traffic, Iâm so sorry.â
You smile at her. âItâs okay.â
She faces the man, expression switching from cheery to dreary in an instant. âToji, where is Megumi?â
He scratches his head. âHuh?â
âMegumi. Our child.â
He sighs. âRight. Uh, Iâll go get him.âÂ
While heâs gone, the woman pulls you aside, speaking in a hushed voice. âThatâs Toji, my husband and Megumiâs father. Unfortunately, heâs a complete deadbeat. Thatâs why I want to hire you. I started my new job and I need someone to take care of Megumi while Iâm gone during the day.â
She swallows hard, blinking to fight off oncoming tears. âI have no one. Iâve been shunned by my family, my husband doesnât give a shit about ours, and Iâm all alone trying to give Megumi a good life. I know this is a lot to ask, but Iâm desperate. This is just until I can save enough money to hire a full-time nanny.â
She grips onto your wrist with both her hands, begging for help. Truthfully, itâs a lot to unravel, more drama than you anticipated. But the anguish in her eyes tugs at your heartstrings. Plus, knowing itâs temporary doesnât make it seem so difficult. How bad can it be? âOkay. Iâll do it.â
Relief washes over her. âOh thank god. Thank you. Thank you. Letâs go inside and I can give you a tour.â She leads you through the entrance, removing her shoes as you follow her. âOh, and one more thing.â
âSure.â
âToji is home most of the day, but heâs always couped up in his room, doing god knows what. Just leave a meal or two outside his door twice a day. That should be enough.â
âHuh?!âÂ
She glances at you with a nervous smile on her face. âYeah. I told you, heâs good for nothing.â
You donât respond while you maneuver through the house, barely paying attention while she shows you around. It almost sounds like youâll be babysitting two childrenâŠ
~~~
The first two weeks of your new job go by smoothly. Megumi is an adorable baby; heâs almost two-years-old with hair as black as his fatherâs. While he never really smiles, he doesnât cry either, expression usually stern, unless he needs a diaper change. Heâs self-sufficient, always immersed by his own toys until itâs time to eat. Overall, heâs easy.Â
Toji, on the other hand, is another story.Â
You follow his wifeâs instructions, leaving two meals outside his door, breakfast and lunch. And this asshole has the audacity to critique it! The bread wasnât toasted enough. The eggs were too runny. There wasnât enough seasoning on the meat. All this criticism while each plate is licked clean, not a crumb to spot. Heâs never even uttered a simple thank you.Â
But what he lacks in social skills or personality, he makes up for in his physique. In between meals, he works out in the living room lifting weights, doing push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups at the frame of the door. It lasts for over an hour, and by the end of it, heâs shirtless, dripping with sweat. Youâve done everything in your power to avoid staring but it doesnât prevent your mind from conjuring all types of lewd thoughts about him. Youâre ashamed to admit that he is physically attractive, only because everything else about him is utter trash. Still, it doesnât hurt to look, right?
On the third week, thereâs a shift in energy between you two. When he isnât working out or going out to meet with his sketchy friends, heâs usually couped up in his bedroom, ignoring you and Megumi. This morning, he actually joins you in the kitchen. You stare blankly at him, stunned by his sudden appearance. Megumi is unfazed by his father as he tries to pull your wrist towards him to get a spoonful of mushed up peas.Â
When he catches you, Toji glares. âWhat?â
âUm, nothing. Just surprised to see you here.â You clear your throat, focusing back on the baby.Â
He rolls his eyes. âThis is my house. I can do whatever I want.â
âYes, of course. Sir.â
For some reason, this triggers him. He stands up abruptly, stepping to you, leaning his face towards yours. The scar on the corner of his lip twitches when he gives you a wicked grin. âThatâs right. Iâm in charge here.â
You flinch from him, scared, maybe even slightly aroused. Heâs intense, thatâs for sure. But part of you finds it exhilarating to be in his presence.Â
Megumi whines for more food, to which Toji grabs the utensil from your hands to start feeding him. âDamn kid, heâs hungry all the fucking time.â
You sit up in your seat, regaining your composure. âYou shouldnât curse in front of children.â
He faces you, chuckling. âCurse? Seriously? What are you, five?â
You cross your arms, answering, âIâm twenty-one.â
âInteresting.â Thereâs that naughty smirk again, as if heâs thinking something obscene in that twisted head of his. And while you should be turned off, youâre not. You squeeze your legs together, pussy throbbing between your thighs. And of course, he notices this. He must, because he leans forward, lips grazing your ear, whispering, âCome by my room whenever Megumi is taking his nap. Thatâs an order.â
~~~
This is bad. Very, very bad.Â
You're supposed to be better than this. Clearly, you arenât, because youâre currently getting railed by your employerâs husband while his child sleeps peacefully in the next room.
âFuck, this pussy is tight,â he groans, pumping his thick cock in and out of you. Youâre bent over the edge of the bed, his hips smacking against your ass as he thrusts into you. Heâs got a tight grip on your hips, nails digging into your flesh, pounding away at your greedy pussy, absolutely drenched with arousal and lube. Your face is sticky with perspiration, pillow soaked with sweat and drool. Itâs a fucking mess, but it doesnât matter, because all you can think about is Toji fucking you until youâre seeing stars. Until your head is empty and nothing but his fat cock is occupying your thoughts.
âGod, youâre squeezing me so fucking hard, princess. You gonna come again?â
You nod erratically, reaching your fingers to your clit. He smacks it away, doing it himself, his thumb flicking against your swollen bud. âFucking come on my cock then. Make it nice and creamy for me, got it?â
His cock is buried deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot over and over until you unravel, gushing around him once more. Youâve lost count on how many orgasms youâve had in this short amount of time.Â
After your climax, he doesnât pull out, fucking you even rougher. Your body is pliant around him, yielding to his every touch like putty. Youâve lost control of yourself, completely enraptured in the intense pleasure he surrounds you with.Â
He leans forward, chest pressed to your back, lips brushed to your ear. âIâm gonna knock you up. Give Megumi a little brother or sister. Would you like that?â Heâs crazy. Completely unhinged. Absolutely fucking psycho.Â
âFuck yes, I want that,â you moan. âGive it to me, daddy. Breed me.âÂ
And apparently, so are you.Â
âOh fuck yeah, take my fucking cum then,â he growls. The bed creaks violently below you, his backshots brutal and frantic now, cock desperate for release. âIâm gonna get you fucking pregnant. Make you mine.â
He shoots his hot load inside you, stuffing you full of his cum. He doesnât stop until heâs fucked it deeper into your pussy, watching with that sexy look on his face as his creamy cum leaks out of your slit.
Lifting you up to lay comfortably on the bed, he rolls beside you, kissing you sloppily until Megumiâs whimpers blare through the baby monitor, indicating that heâs awake. Toji laughs, smacking your ass as you crawl over him to return to your real job.Â
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You spend the remainder of your summer employed at the Fushiguro household until you have to go back to school. You and Toji continue to fuck each other silly every day that youâre working.Â
The day before you leave for college, you say your goodbyes to the family. Megumiâs mom, who remains blissfully unaware of your sins, hugs you tightly. âThank you so much for all your help. Iâve finally saved enough money to afford a full-time nanny, so weâll be fine.âÂ
âIt was my pleasure. I had a lot of fun. With Megumi,â you clarify, avoiding Tojiâs gaze as he watches from the kitchen.Â
âSeriously. Youâre a good person. I hope you know that.â She smiles, truly grateful. âAnd thank you for taking care of my good for nothing husband too.â
As the guilt of this dirty, filthy secret eats away at you, Toji stares at you from across the room, smirking.Â
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A danceâ Capitano
Synopsis : your relationship with him grows, and he seems sweeter than ever.
Wc : 3.2k
Warnings : contains NSFW content, fem!reader, reader is mostly called 'wife', he's super sweet, soft sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink kinda, reader wears a dress and heels.
Notes : part 2 is heree! I highly recommend reading part 1 here. And part 3 is out here!
You've tried creating art, you've tried cooking (with the help of your personal maid, Marina), you've even tried planting.
Yeah, you're a plant mom now. Not only that, you're a cat mom too. Saving the poor kitty from the harsh rain one day, you couldn't leave the poor little one outside. It's mother seeming to abandon it.
All because you have become extremely bored on the days where Capitano wouldn't be here, and he forbade you to even clean your shared bedroom because he thinks it's useless when there are servants present to do the job. (He doesn't want to tire you out.)
Come to think of it, the last time you saw him, he kept avoiding you. Whenever you tried striking a conversation during dinner, he would only hum and nod. Or when you suggested to have another picnic, he flatly refused, and it felt like the hardest rejection to your face.
It's like he had his own mood swings that you had to deal with. One day he would indulge you in the activities you wanted to do, then the next he would refuse.
Like last week.
âI used to do this when i was young.â You tell him with the softest smile to yourself, your fingers working carefully with the flower petals and strings. You were determined to make this flower crown, and you were taking your sweet time just to have him by your side.
Capitano silently listened to your words, his gaze fixed on your gentle movements as you delicately fashioned a flower crown. The air between you was calm, "You have a talent for making flower crowns," he eventually responded, his deep voice breaking the tranquil silence.
"Did you learn it from someone?â
âNo⊠just by myself.â He couldn't help but be impressed by your innate ability to create such an intricate accessory without any formal instruction. "Self-taught." He mused, "You have an unusual aptitude for discovering things on your own.â
You hum back while adding the finishing touches, and he watched your proud display of the finished flower crown.
âthis is for kitty!â You smile at the thought of the little one purring with a pretty crown on it's head.
Kitty? Capitano is confused once you start talking about the cat, you seem even more excited when you described how you cuddled with it.
"You just happened to come across this crying feline in the rain, and you brought it home with you?â
âyes! Ah, well⊠i hope you don't mind.â
âi don't.â
And that was the last of your conversation, and it's been a week since you last saw him.
âmy lady,â You recognise the voice of Marina as she knocks on the door, and you grant her the permission of her entry.
You set the sleeping kitten on the fluffed up pillow to reach for the letter she hands you.
An invitation to the grand ballâŠÂ you read the contents of it, scanning every word as you pull the paper down.
âlike a party?â you ask, glancing up at her, "Yes, that is correct. A grand ball is taking place tonight. It's a gathering of the higher-ranking Fatui members and a few... select guests.â she trails off, unsure of what else to add on.
âI can see that this invitation is for Capitano, not to me.â
âlord Capitano doesn't normally attend these grand balls. So my lady, you will have to go instead.â Marina explains this and you feel like you're going to have a headache.
All you wanted to do today was sleep in with the kitten. Not to trouble yourself in some party.
But⊠if it's for the sake of your husband's reputation, then you are willing to do it.
You hope you don't pass away too quick from your social anxiety.
âMarina, does this really suit me?â You stare at your reflection, and Marina looks at you approvingly, her eyes taking in your stunning appearance. "SĂŹ, my lady, it suits you perfectly," she assures you, "The dress brings out your features beautifully and fits your figure perfectly.â
âand the colour?â
"Oh, yes, the color is exquisite. It complements your skin tone perfectly. You look like a princess attending a royal ball.â and you smile shyly as you take your seat, âYou flatter me too much, you know?â
Marina chuckles softly, moving behind you to work on your hair with practiced ease. "It's not flattery if it's the truth. You look truly radiant today." She begins to style your hair, weaving intricate braids and pinning them in place with delicate silver pins.
Though you can't even lie to yourself, you looked absolutely gorgeous, even when you felt a little down since you would be going alone, and you barely knew anyone.
Marina pauses in her work for a moment, her expression becoming sympathetic as she sensed your nervousness. âIt's natural to feel that way. But I believe you will be fine. You are strong and independent." She resumes styling your hair, her fingers moving nimbly to create elegant curls.
You smile at her, looking at her from the mirror, âthank you.â
"It is my honor to serve you.â As she finishes your hair, she steps back to admire her work, a satisfied expression on her face. "You are ready, my lady.â
You are ready.
You are not ready.
Because why was everyone's eyes piercing bullets through you as you entered the main hall?
The whispers and murmurs start almost immediately, the guests clearly intrigued by your presence. However, you manage to keep your composure, straightening your back and walking forward with confidence, just like how Marina taught you.
Stay calm they won't eat you, you tell yourself, trying to maintain your composure under the weight of their gazes.
You were here to make friends, hopefully.
You scan the room, hoping that someone would approach you to engage in conversation. Yet nobody, not a single soul, seems to have the courage to do so. The guests continue their conversations and dances, seemingly ignoring your presence.
And so, you find yourself standing alone, sipping on a glass of champagne, feeling lost and slightly out of place.
Well this is boring. You could've stayed in with Kitty and Marina, but at least you get free food. They always taste better, right?
Everyone went silent all of a sudden, but you ignored it at first and continue taking sips of your drink.
But the silence becomes uncomfortable, just what happened to the party?
You turn around, your eyes widening immediately in surprise as you see Capitano walking towards you. Your heart seems to skip a beat as you watch him approach, his presence commanding attention and authority in the room. Capitano stops in front of you, you can't make up what his face must be like right now, but you think he has a stoic expression on his face as he takes in your appearance. His eyes roaming up and down your figure, seemingly appreciating the elegance of your dress.
âhusband?â You blurt out, setting your glass aside to greet him.
"Wife," he says simply, acknowledging the fact that you have finally addressed him by that term.
The tension breaks when soft, elegant music begins to play, signaling the start of partner dances in the middle of the ballroom.
Capitano seems to realize this as he glances around at the couples already making their way to the dance floor. He then turns back to you, his expression unreadable as he silently contemplates the situation.
He can see the slight tension in your shoulders, the way your hand clutched at your dress.
"I suppose we should dance, wife.â
âyou want to dance?â
"Yes," he responds. "It appears it's customary for couples at these events to dance together." He extends his hand in your direction, gesturing for you to take it. You take his hand, wrapping it gently around his gloved one. His fingers close around your hand, his grip gentle yet firm as he leads you towards the dance floor.
You notice the whispers and murmurs among the guests growing louder. But you chose to ignore them.
Capitano guides you to the center of the dance floor and positions himself opposite you, his hand settling onto your waist, and your hands on his shoulders.
"Do you know how to dance?" You whisper to him, making sure no one listens, and your eyes are on him.
"I may not engage in these social events often, but even I understand the basics of dance." His hand on your waist pulls you closer to him, you follow his lead.
Interesting.
He leads the dance with of assurance and grace, his movements fluid and confident. As you follow his lead and swirl together across the dance floor, your eyes meet his, and you find yourself unable to look away. The closeness between you makes it feel as if the rest of the world has faded away, leaving only the two of you dancing together.
You notice how he seems to turn his head slightly to look at others, mimicking their movements swiftly, it makes you smile to yourself.
His hand on your waist feels warm, almost burning even through the fabric of your dress. It's a strange sensation you've never felt when touching him, despite having already kissed (once) before.
âmy dress,â you whisper amidst the graceful dance, âwhat do you think of it?â
You figured you always needed to give him a little push when initiating things.
His attention drift down to take in the sight of your dress once again. His gaze roams over the fabric, lingering on the way it clings to your figure, and how the color contrasts against your skin.
"It's... " he pauses, you're just wearing a dres, but he finds it difficult to describe what he feels, "Very pleasing to the eye.â he manages to continue.
"You look rather well tonight, as well.â
âThank you, wife.â
The music suddenly shifts to a slower tempo, and Capitano instinctively adjusts his hold on you, pulling you slightly closer as he continues to dance with you.
You totally ignore how your face is almost pressed up against his chest.
As interesting as the party was, the worst part of was walking back to the estate. Why? Because the carriage decided to break down, or maybe the horses were sleepy, you don't know.
You're glad your husband is with you, or else you might've been sacrificed to the dogs at night, now even ants will fear this big guy.
But what's worse? Your damn heels are killing you. The sides of your pinky toes are already aching that you are sure it will cause nasty blisters by tomorrow.
"Perhaps next time you should wear more comfortable shoes." He stated bluntly, his deep voice betraying no pity for your situation. âbut they look pretty, plus i feel elegant in them.â you stop at your tracks, looking up at him with a defeated expression.
"I'm well aware." he says dryly, "But at what cost? You're practically torturing yourself with those heels.â
He's half right, your point still stands. Beauty is pain. And now you'll have to sacrifice your beauty.
Bye bye heels. You slide them off your feet, bow having your poor feet to walk on these rocky grounds. You do feel a little better after, though.
âstay still.â He utters, and you're confused, until he takes your heels in one hand before you feel a shift of your weight off your feet, finding yourself being carried into his arms.
you wrapped your arms around his neck silently, your eyes glancing up at him as he continues walking like he you weigh nothing.
The air around you is peaceful. You feel safe with him, he's not like the scary man you hear from the others. Maybe to others he was, but to you? He was soft for you.
Your head leans on his chest where his heart rested, the beats of his heart makes you sleepy, but you refuse to sleep just like this, you want to spend every single second savouring this feeling.
Capitano carried you all the way to the estate, and through the dark corridors, making his way to your shared chambers.
The soft moonlight filtering through the windows was the only source of illumination, the atmosphere around you quiet.
He gently deposited you back on your feet, you're back home safely.
âthank you.â You whisper, your hands reaching to take the pins out of your hair to let it breath from the scruffy yet beautiful hairstyle, and Capitano starts taking off the heavy layers off him as well, with the helmet out.
You don't notice how one of your dress straps seem to fall off your shoulders, but he notices, and oh did that make something in him stir.
His steps closer from behind you, his hand reaching to put the strap back in place, but instead, he glances at the other strap.
It looked rather lonely being on your shoulder, his fingers delicately sliding the strap down which makes you ultimately still in your place.
Your entire body trembled slightly as Capitano's hands caressed your skin, tracing gentle paths across your shoulders and back down to the zipper on your side. âMay i.. help you out of your dress?â His low, gruff voice, asking for permission to help you out of your dress, made your heart beat faster.
You could only nod in response, your voice silenced by a mixture of anticipation and desire. Capitano's touch was meticulous, his thumb and index delicately moving down the zipper with deliberate slowness, prolonging the tension.
Capitano lets out another low hum as he watches the dress slide down to your ankles, now leaving you only in your undergarments. His hands traced the contour of your body, his touch delicate yet possessive. His own breathing became ragged, the sight of you partially undressed igniting a fire in his eyes.
âWill you allow me to touch you?â
The question makes you turn your head, of course he can.
When you don't stop him from wrapping his arms around you, his chest pressed against your back, he takes it as a green light to continue.
His hand first brushed your hair out of the way, to allow his lips to come in contact with the nape of your neck, âyou're so beautiful..." he whispered, his hot breath sending jolts of electricity through your core.
âI don'tâŠâ he hesitates, wanting to move his hands away, âi don't want to do anything you don't like.â
And your expression softens at his concern, you turn around to take his face into your hands, your thumbs caressing the apples of his cheeks and he nuzzles into your touch, wrapping a hand around your wrist before pressing a kiss to your palm. You further reassure him by littering his face with your lips, giving every empty space of his skin with at least one kiss.
âAllow me to experience this with you, and i shall take care of you till i take my very last breath.â he hoists you up easily into his arms, rough hand under your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist, he laid you down on the soft sheets, his body covering yours as he looked down at you.
âYou occupy my every thought,â he starts, âthat it feels sinful to even look at your way.â He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss as his hand continued its exploration, ripping your bra off to cup your breast, feeling your nipple harden under his touch. He rolled it between his fingers, pinching it gently as he deepened the kiss when you gasp, his tongue delving into your mouth, savouring your taste and angelic sounds.
He leaned down afterwards, his mouth latching onto your nipple, sucking it into his mouth and your hands find his ling strands instantly, tugging on them while being careful not to hurt him.
His fingers traced down to your hip, giving them a firm squeeze before ripping your panties off next, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, feeling you writhe and tense up under him.
It felt like an unknown territory you've yet to explore.
Upon sensing your discomfort, he presses his lips to your eyelids, then to your neck, taking his time until you relaxed, until you started feeling good based off how you were bucking your hips now.
Oh how he wanted to take his time with you, but he was aching so bad that if he continues touching you he might just burst embarrassingly fast in his pants.
âLet me in, my wife.â He gently starts massaging your thighs as he parts them, making you feel more exposed than ever, but he distracts you by softly kissing you again and again while he's unbuckling his pants and pushing them down, revealing his throbbing thick, hard cock.
âCapitanoâ!â you try to squirm away when you feel his tip push into your tight hole, your lips parting from the way he stretched you open, but at the same time you felt relaxed with his soft whispers of âtake your timeâ and âyouâre doing well, my wife.â
Your cunt soon takes in every inch, swallowing him whole until you were a panting mess, and you didn't even start.
Capitano then began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, letting you get used to his size, to how you feel, to how he feels as he makes love to you for the first time together.
You feel your heart up to your throat and ears, it felt incredible, something you've never felt before, your soft moans echoing in the air along with a few groans coming from him.
He shivered when he felt your fingertips trace the few scars littering his shoulders and back, his dick twitching almost instantly before his thrusts grew faster, more urgent.
His hand reached down, returning back to draw circles around the bundle of nerves, and he could feel your body tense, your walls clenching around his cock as he continued to rub your clit.
âcome for your husband,â he breaths heavily next to your ear, and you come undone, your moans filling the room as he felt you milk his cock. He could feel his own release following after, his balls tightening before he slammed into you one last time, spilling thick ropes into your womb, until you were filled to the brim.
Your legs were shaking slightly around him, yet his warm embrace afterwards made you melt, eyelids heavy with him still being buried inside you.
â
You groggily woke up, still half in a dream-like state, the room bathed in shadows due to the closed curtains blocking out the morning sun.
As your senses slowly returned to reality, you heard a soft meow next to you, and sure enough, your little kitten had made itself comfortable in the middle of the bed. To your surprise, Capitano, who was still asleep beside you, didn't seem bothered in the slightest by the creature's presence.
âpst,â you whisper to your husband who only hummed in acknowledgment of your attention. âCan we go have a picnic this early morning? With our baby kitten of course.â
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rule #1: even if the world crumbles down in front of you, never, ever trust sylus with your heart. because even the fiercest flames can't match the danger of loving a man like him.
â± pairings. sylus, fem!reader
â± genre. angst, smut, boss/assistant, 18+
â± tags. villain!reader, reader works for onychinus, reader is not l&ds!mc, set in the N109 zone, unrequited love, profanity, petnames (kitten, baby doll, darling, sweetie), unprotected sex, throatfucking (m!receiving), cunnilingus (f!receiving), cum-eating, slight dom/sub play, spitting, hair-pulling, spanking, biting, choking, overstimulation, bondage, blindfolding, lots of jealousy, possessiveness, yandere themes, stalking, blood, violence, usage of guns, allusions to prostitution, killings, death, *coughs* that one harley+joker scene.
â± notes. 8.2k words. inspired by this song bcos i canât stop thinking abt him for days
âBoss is looking for âya.â
It was already nighttime when you emerged from the library, only to encounter the eccentric twins, Luke and Kieran, lounging on the window sill as if they had been waiting for you to come out of your bat cave. They always donned their signature uniforms of leathered attire and beaked masks, an outfit reminiscent of Sylusâs mechanical crow, Mephisto. Behind their silhouettes, the red glow of the blood moon poured through the window, casting an eerie, crimson hue across the dimly lit hallways. Any normal person would have found such an atmosphere disturbing.Â
But that was the N109 Zone for youâa dark, lawless, enigmatic place you called home.
âIs he in his room already?â you asked, quietly closing the door behind you. In your arm was a thick book, an archival file you had spent nearly two hours searching for. It contained records of historical events, of life before the Chronorift Catastrophe of 2034, before the Deepspace Tunnel was opened. Sylus had tasked you with finding the file for reasons he didnât care to disclose.
A curious Luke tilted his head and swung his feet in the air as he pointed at the book. âLet me guess,â he began with a teasing tone, âIs that book some sort of Kama Sutra?â
Kieranâs snigger followed. âI bet it is, since itâs her birthday in a few hours.â
âVery funny,â was your quick retort. âItâs a history book, you idiots. Sylus needs it for something.â
The twins then let out a teasing coo. âAww, so no birthday âfunâ for you?â asked Luke, âI thought sleeping with your boss would have its perks, too.â
Although his comment was meant to be a joke, you bristled at his jab at your professionalism. It had been a few years since you started this kind of relationship with Sylus, with him being your boss and the leader of Onychinus, and with you as his personal assistant and, well⊠escort.Â
In and out of the N109 Zone, Sylus was a popular man for both good and bad reasons. His notoriety was mostly for his influence, and sometimes for his crimes. He was known to be unforgivingâa brute man who carried no conscience towards his enemies. One wrong move and youâd find yourself six feet under. Perhaps, that was what you admired so much about him. His aura, his domineering persona, his dangerous charm. He had mastered the art of seduction, the sin of hunger and desire. His power. There was no one like him.Â
And so, you were the happiest woman alive when what began as an unrequited admiration eventually blossomed into something more. Spending more time with your boss played a pivotal role in gaining his interest towards you, because day-by-day he started to learn how much of an asset you could be for him. You were his prized possession. You were the most powerful weapon in his arsenal. Despite Luke and Kieranâs constant warnings of the abyss you were throwing yourself into, you were willing to be a pawn in Sylusâs game of chess. You wanted to be the Queen next to a King. Because that meant you were too valuable to simply set aside.
Yet Sylus was never one to clarify the nature of your relationship. Heâd often say there was no need to clear up such a silly thing. All you knew was that when Sylus needed you, he had to have you. In all ways. Heâd still act professional and distant depending on the audience. But behind closed doors, he spoiled you like a princess, treated you like a queen, and worshiped you like a saint. He was a sadistic, draconic man towards others, but he always had a gentle spot for you. Only for you.Â
And that was a spot you would never, ever share with anyone else.
âWhatever. I gotta go see him,â you excused yourself from the two, just as one of them tossed a black box to you. âIs this my present?â
The twins jumped down from the window sill in perfect sync. âAdvance happy birthday to the princess of Onychinus. Make sure to open the gift when boss is around.â
Your lips spread into a smile as you held the box in your free hand. Luke and Kieran giving you a gift was the last thing you would expect from them. âWhy, thank youââ
âYeah, yeah. You should go see him now,â said Kieran, pushing you forward by the shoulders. âCanât keep boss waiting.â
By the time you reached Sylusâs door, the twinsâ distant, mischievous chuckles then echoed down the hall. You couldnât help but laugh and shake your head before grasping the door handles, stepping inside of Sylusâs bedroom with slow, measured steps. You didnât know why you were nervous. As the door shut behind you, the familiar scent of leather, cardamom, and sandalwood immediately enveloped you like a fragrant, hallucinatory mist. However, his king-sized bed lay empty with the sheets still perfectly arranged. There were no signs of him anywhere, until the sound of cascading rainwater drew your gaze toward the bathroom, where his tall figure was visible through the frosted glass. He was engaged in a steamy shower, clearly unaware of the intruder that entered his room just now.
âBoss?â you called out, standing by his bed. âIâll leave the file on your nightstand.âÂ
Receiving no response, you placed the book on the bedside table and waited for him patiently. Should you stay or should you leave? It usually depends on Sylusâs mood. There were nights where he wanted to be left alone, and nights where he craved your presence. His lack of response may be a sign to exit his room. But as you prepared yourself to leave thinking that Sylus purposely ignored you, a certain black velvet box resting on his nightstand suddenly caught your eye. Unlike the typical small box that might hold a ring, this one was more rectangular in shape and you were drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It was your curiosity that led you to touch the soft surface, wondering what lay beneath it.
Is it for me�
âThey say curiosity kills a cat.â Sylusâs deep, resonant voice broke your trance as he stepped out of the shower. Wrapped in nothing but a white towel around his waist, his muscular form was on full display as he approached you with assertive footsteps. Every curve of his muscle flexed as he moved. And his carnelian eyes sparkled with amusement, the corners of his thin, pinkish lips curving upward when he walked closer to you. âTouching my things without permission. Are you asking to be punished, kitten?â
Your heart raced as he closed the distance. Yet, maintaining composure around Sylus was a skill you had honed since the day you began working for him. âOh, forgive me, master,â you merely teased. âIt caught my attention.â
âCurious about the box or who itâs for?â he taunted, raking his fingers through his damp gray hair. Beads of water glistened on his bare skin, and you found your gaze wandering to his perfectly sculpted abs until you felt his finger lifting your chin up. âEyes on me, honey. Donât tell me you thought that velvet box was for you?â
So it isnât? You suppressed a disappointed expression, but your clouded eyes betrayed you. âNo, I⊠just curious.â
âIs that a sad kitten I see?â he asked, tilting his head to catch even the slightest changes in your expression. âYou wanna open the box?â
âNo, thank you.â Your stubbornness prevailed this time.
Sylusâs lips curved into a smile as he stepped closer, his arms wrapping around your waist and turning you gently. He then went on to open the velvet box and fastened a silver necklace around your neck. âHappy birthday, my darling,â he whispered into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he planted a tender kiss on your shoulder. âThatâs a red beryl crystalâone of the rarest gemstones in the world.â
Your eyes sparkled in awe as you touched the red pendant, feeling its exquisite value beneath your fingertips. Oh⊠to receive such beautiful, rare gem from the boss of Onychinus himself. You were too overwhelmed with appreciation as you turned and wrapped your arms around his neck. âSy!â you exclaimed, your heart swelling at his effort. âItâs beautiful. I love it.â
He returned your gaze with a smug look. âYou better love it. I sacrificed two gold bullets just to get that for you, sweetie.â
âYouâŠâ Your eyes widened at the implication behind his words. Someoneâs life was lost in exchange for your birthday gift. It was beyond your expectations to know that Sylus went to such macabre lengths just to surprise you, but banality was his worst enemy, and the last thing he would do was be called boring over things like birthday surprises. â...Well, thank you. Iâll treasure it forever, my love.â
âNow,â he said, abruptly breaking the sweet moment as he glanced at the other box on his bed. You realized he was scrutinizing the gift from the twins, which you had unwittingly left behind when you hugged him. His expression darkened slightly, clearly displeased at the foreign object on his bed. âCare to tell me where this is from? Or did some other bastard get you a present before I did?â he questioned, âTell me his name, his identity. Give me his location.â
Chuckling, you cupped his cheek and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. âItâs not what you think. Luke and Kieran gave it to me before I came here.â
Still unimpressed, he raised an eyebrow and nodded toward the box. âWho told you to receive gifts from other men?âÂ
âIâŠâ
âLetâs see whatâs inside, shall we?â
âIâm sure itâs just someâŠâ you began, hurriedly untying the ribbon at the sight of Sylusâs growing pique. But as you opened the box, your mouth dropped in shock upon seeing a black lingerie set inside. An awkward laugh forced its way out of your mouth. Those two! âI⊠Ha-ha! They fool around too much. Donât mind it. Iâm just gonna throw it away.â
Sylusâs frown quickly transformed into a deep chuckle as he lifted the lingerie by the strap, his eyes widening with interest as he examined the lace corset. âWhy donât you try wearing it first, baby doll?â he suggested, an idea clearly forming in his mind. âItâs rude to toss aside a gift.â
He knows exactly what heâs doing, you thought, feeling your cheeks flush under his gaze. You almost lost your mind when he looked down at you with a roguish smirk, like he was an animal whoâs about to devour his first meal in a long time. âYou really want me to put it on?â
âSince itâs your special day,â he insisted, settling at the edge of his bed while keeping you positioned between his legs, âLet me help you with that.â His tone was more command than suggestion as he slowly unbuttoned your shirt, peeling it away from your body. âThatâs it, be a good kitten. Just follow your masterâs orders and youâll do just fine.â
You felt his cold fingertips brushing against your chest as he slipped your blouse down, his hands reaching behind to unclasp your bra and set your breasts free. Instinctively, you shied away from the intensity of his gaze and covered your chest. But he was quick to grab your wrist, an eyebrow raised at your disobedience. âIâm sorryâŠâÂ
âNothing I havenât seen before,â he mumbled in a deep, orotund voice before continuing to undress you. His hand now fiddled with your pants, unzipping and sliding it down your legs in a painfully slow way. To your surprise, he had also pulled your underwear down along with your pants, leaving your lower body as bare as it could be. âLooks like my kittenâs prepared,â he said with a lowly chuckle, his gaze locked on your freshly waxed lady part. âBut Iâll take my time before I devour you.âÂ
Taking a deep breath, you placed your hand on where his shoulder and neck met. All your clothes were discarded on the floor and you were nothing but naked in front of the very man you so deeply adored. He alone was the most perfect gift for you. âBossâŠâ your voice came out like a whisper, âAbout your upcoming transaction with Mr. Davis. H-He agrees to meet at the nightclub this Friday.âÂ
Sylus displayed a devilish smirk, noticing your effort in opening a subject to distract yourself from the compromising situation he had put you in. Though, instead of shaming you further, he had decided to play the part. âIâm surprised you managed to bargain with him,â he praised, slipping in a black, lace underwear up your legs. It barely covered your folds, and with Sylusâs warm breath tickling your cunny, you knew that your underwear would only be ripped apart sooner or later. âBut then again, it must be your⊠irresistible charm that made him agree to meet up,â with a pause, he made a twirling gesture with his finger. âTurn around for me, sweetie.âÂ
You did as told, chest rising and falling deeply as your boss began to tie the corset behind you. It was too tight, but he seemed to have liked it that way, because your breasts were almost popping out of the padding. âI-I⊠Is it supposed to be this tight?â you asked, hesitantly, âI canât breathe.âÂ
âItâs perfect.â He let out a deep chuckle before suddenly pushing you down on his bed. The sudden force left your heartbeat somersaulting, the anticipation and nervousness rising deep within you as you looked up at his predatory gaze. âNow, for the best part.âÂ
Sylus whipped out a handcuff and a blindfold from his drawer, and his first action was to grab your wrists and lock it within the silver handcuff around the headboard. The very next thing he did was cover your eyes with the blindfold, tying it neatly behind your head to deprive you of one of your five senses.Â
âSylusâ?â You werenât sure what was happening now, and hated that you couldnât see his handsome face because of the blindfold. Your vision offered nothing but darkness, blinding you from whatever Sylus was planning to do with you in his king-sized bed. There were sounds of fabric rustling around you, the sound of clothing dropping to the floor, and the wet, sloppy noises near your face. When you felt the tip hitting your cheek, you realized it was Sylus touching himself, leaving you to imagine how he was stroking his hard length in front of your face, preparing his cock for a wild night ahead. âAre youââ
âShh.â Your voice was cut off after he held a strong grip around your jaw, forcing your mouth open before the taste of his cocktip started entering your mouth. Not even halfway in, you already gagged from his cock. He was too huge for your mouthâtoo thick, too veiny, too lengthy. But nonetheless, despite the threads of saliva that waterfalled on the sides of your mouth, Sylus still shoved his entire length in. He didnât care if you had started choking from his monstrous cock. He was too focused on burying his member in and out of your mouth, hitting your uvula, and allowing for tears to escape your eyes. âThat mouth of yours is heaven for me, honey,â he said, your chin on his hand as he released a deep, guttural groan. âMove your tongue around it.âÂ
âMmhângh!â Even if you were getting asphyxiated, fucking your throat was one of Sylusâs favorite foreplays. And so, like the obedient kitty you were, you started bobbing your head along to the rhythm of his thrusts. You also moved your tongue in circles around his shaft, and Sylusâs moans got louder, turning you on knowing that you were doing great at pleasuring the love of your life. You couldnât even taste him enough, your mouth was too sore and numb at that point.Â
Not even long after, he started angling his cock to your cheeks as if he was desperate to feel every inch of your mouth. When he pulled away, you released his member with a pop, and the string of saliva ended up coating your chin. While you couldnât move your hand to wipe it off, you did try to move your wrists around the handcuff wondering if you could set yourself free.Â
âTrying to break free?â Sylusâs voice was so near your right ear, the weight of his body becoming heavier on top of you. âWeâre not done yet, darling.âÂ
A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss quickly calmed you down. You allowed Sylus to explore your mouth with his tongue, letting him lap you up like a meal he couldnât stop eating. And with every bite on your lower lip, you were whimpering like a helpless cat. âS-Sylus,â you begged, âS-Sy⊠IâŠâ
âHmm?â His mouth was now on your neck, suckling and nibbling on the skin until they would leave purple marks all over.Â
âMmhïżœïżœ I want you.âÂ
âNot so soon, birthday girl.â Sylusâs teasing led to him pulling away from you. Now, you were unsure of his next move. But your chest only continued to move in an unsteady rhythm, the lack of sight heightening your auditory sense as a compromise.Â
The next thing you knew, his manly hands started kneading at your breasts. He cupped them with such a force that made you stop breathing for a moment, focusing the sensation of his touch as he slightly pulled the padding of your corset to peek at one of your tits. In an instant, his mouth was attached to your nub. His tongue licked around your nipple, flicking it playfully before sucking and biting on your mounds.Â
âHaaah!âÂ
âThe twins did well in delivering this gift to you,â he made a subtle remark, releasing your tit from his mouth. His movements suggested he was moving down south, down to where your crotch was, and he only confirmed your thoughts when he began spreading your legs open and pulling your underwear to the side. âLook at how wet that pretty pussy is.âÂ
You moaned at the feeling of Sylusâs finger toying with your entrance. âT-The twins,â you barely said, squirming from the coil you were feeling inside your body. âWhat do you mean they delivered⊠the gift? Was it your idea after all?âÂ
Too bad you couldnât see his face, but you were sure as hell that there was a triumphant smile spreading on it. âHow else would they know your bra size, kitten?â he replied in a low voice before surprising you with the feeling of his tongue moving inside your slit, âOnly I have access to your body.âÂ
Fuck, fuck. You were going insane. âMhmângh! Aah!â
Sylusâs mouth was rough against your cunt, the tip of his nose tickling your clit as he continued spreading your labia apart to give himself better access inside your pussy. He completely devoured your sopping cunt, grunting and growling like a rabid dog as he alternated between french-kissing your pussy to burying his digits inside. His three fingers orchestrated deep and fast movements against your walls, with each stroke inside earning a wild whimper out of you.Â
âHaaahâ! Sylus, I⊠I canât hold it⊠anymore.âÂ
He found your sweet spot soon enough, and chuckled darkly as you tried to squirm like a pathetic little kitty under him. With your legs dangling on his shoulders, he resumed abusing your sore cunt by fingering your vulva until you were at your seventh heaven. And as soon as you felt the need to pee, you knew heâd only pick up the speed of his fingers even more.Â
âI-I⊠Please, Sy⊠IâmâŠâ
For the first time in your life, you felt yourself squirting all over his bed. Your hips raised itself involuntarily, legs shaking violently on top of his shoulders. The overstimulation was sending you to ecstasy, as if you were in a place where every pleasure in the world was given to you. In your extremely vulnerable state, Sylus chose to grab the opportunity and forced all eight inches of his member inside. He hushed your moans and whimpers by kissing you on the mouth, his lips encasing yours in a loving and passionate exchange.Â
This was the most erotic you had been with him.Â
âYouâre so fucking sexy to me, Y/N.â His cock moved fast and hard inside you. You could even feel his member twitching as your tight walls gripped him like vacuum, milking him of his every seed until he was fully drained. His lips then trailed around your jawline, then onto the valleys in between your breasts while he went on to thrust even rougher than the last. He plowed his cock inside you like there was no tomorrow, rutting and rutting and rutting like he was desperate to reach his own climax. âThis pussy⊠Canât get enough of your sweet pussy, kitten.âÂ
âAhâaah! Mmhângh.âÂ
âMore?â
âY-Yes⊠please!âÂ
âHarder?â
âMhmm!âÂ
âFaster?âÂ
âS-Sylus!âÂ
âSuch a nasty girl you are,â he quipped, your hips now gripped by his strong hands as he sat in bed, readying for the final position. âNext time, Iâm gonna eat your ass.âÂ
Gosh. You were already feeling limp under him. And when you felt his hands ripping your panties off, you knew it was game over for you. He was a hungry beast whose desire for lust would make him the worst sinner in hell. You couldnât contain the loudness of your moans and whimpers as Sylus started thrusting into you at an otherworldly speed, your cunt feeling the soreness of his every slam. The skin-slapping sound dominated his entire room as your slick coated his entire length. At that point, he began biting on your lower leg, his cock doing its last twitch deep inside your cavern. He was balls deep inside, his bollocks slapping against your pussy with every jostle.Â
âC-CumâŠâ you pleaded, âInside me⊠Please.âÂ
But to your disappointment, Sylus pulled out. You didnât know where he was releasing his seed until you felt the warm liquid shooting at your stomach. Three times you had asked him to cum inside, and he still continued to refuse. You thought your birthday would have been an exception, but Sylus was too smart for that. He knew knocking you up would ruin his plans. Getting you pregnant would make him lose his chances with her.Â
âYou can sleep on my bed tonight, darling.â Sylus easily released your hand from the cuffs with his evol, and did his own effort in untying the blindfold around your eyes. Little did he know that your tired eyes actually carried pain inside. âClose your eyes now. Iâll take care of the rest.â
You watched as he walked toward his nightstand, oblivious to the pessimistic thoughts swirling in your mind. If only she never existed in his life. If only she was you instead.Â
âSylus.â You fixed your gaze on his face. âI love you.â
His eyes widened in panic for a moment before he masked it with indifference. It was as if your declaration had caught him off guard, as if your years of devotion hadnât already made it clear how deeply in love you were.Â
âYou shouldnât.â
~~
The N109 Zoneâs most famous nightclub was alive with pulsating lights and thumping bass on a Friday night, a den of excess and shadows where shady deals and dangerous liaisons were also par for the course. Sylus was dressed in his signature dark attire, leaning against a plush booth in the corner, and the red glow from the neon lights flickering off his white hair and crimson eyes. Meanwhile, you, draped in a red revealing dress that accentuated your every curve, moved with foxy grace as you joined Sylus at the booth.
Letâs just say Sylus didnât exactly approve of your dress tonight. He thought it was revealing too much skin that was supposedly for his eyes only. But ever since the night of your birthday where he didnât return your declaration of love, you started rebelling against your boss. Everything he disliked, you did out of spite. You did them out of the bitterness boiling inside you.Â
Across from you two, in a secluded corner of the club, sat Sylusâs business partner, a man whose sharp suit and cold gaze reflected a ruthless demeanor. The table between you was littered with documents and blueprints, a clear indication of the shady business transaction underwayâan armory deal of massive proportions, weapons, and munitions that could alter the balance of power in the underworld. Sylusâs arsenal of weapons could already destroy Linkon City if he wanted to, but there was no fun in that. It would be too much an easy disposal.
Nonetheless, Sylusâs eyes sparkled with approval as he glanced at the stacks of weaponry displayed before him. âI must say, Iâm impressed,â he remarked with a sly grin. âThe quality of your armory is unparalleled, Davis. You really outdid yourself this time.â
The business partner, clearly pleased, gave a curt nod. âI aim to please. But payment in cash alone doesnât always satisfy, does it?â
Sylus leaned back, his gaze shifting to you. You were just settling next to him, your quiet presence commanding everyoneâs attention as the low neckline of your red dress drew admiring glances from his business partner. Sylus was quick to notice the manâs eyes lingering on your breasts, a hint of predatory interest flickering in the old manâs gaze.
âSeems like my partner here is quite taken with you,â Sylus mused, hinting at a dangerous edge in his voice. âHow about it? Would you like something other than money for your trouble?â
Mr. Davisâs eyes never left you as he smirked, a flicker of greed clouding his gaze. It was obvious to everyone in that booth that the old geezer was undressing you with his eyes. âWhat do you have in mind?â
Sylusâs smile grew sharper. âY/N here is quite the treasure. If youâre interested, she could be yours for the night. Do what you want with her. What do you say?â
Unbelievable! Stunned by his words, you quickly turned to Sylus in protest. You couldnât believe he was offering you like some whore to that old man, but you had to hide your disgust after meeting Sylusâs glowing carmine eyes shooting you a knowing look. Just play along and stay quiet, you could almost hear his voice in your head.Â
Mr. Davisâs perverted gaze remained fixed on you, clearly tempted as he battled with the demons in his head. And at your bossâs signal, you were ordered to walk towards Mr. Davis apprehensively, sitting on his lap while keeping the disgust you were feeling from showing. His hand soon grazed your thigh, the other squeezing your breast. âThatâs a tempting offer,â commented the old man, a triumphant grin on display, âBut Iâd be a fool to refuse a bad bitch like her.â
âGood,â Sylus said, his tone suddenly serious as he slid a sleek, black gun from the table. He idly toyed with the handgun, clearly unfazed. âLetâs finalize our deal then. Iâll just take this gun youâve provided. Donât mind if I do a little âquality testingâ,â he added with a chilling smile, loading the magazine with .45 ACP bullets.
The business partnerâs eyes widened in realization as Sylusâs hand tightened around the weapon. Panic soon flashed across Mr. Davisâs face before he desperately pushed you off his lap and scrambled to his feet, hoping to de-escalate the rift he had caused with the Onychinus leader. âWait, Mr. Sylus! I-I didnât mean to offend. Iâm not going to steal your lady, I swear! Donâtââ
But just as you expected, Sylusâs expression remained cold and unyielding. With a swift, practiced motion, he pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot was sharp and final, cutting through the pulsating music and leaving a deadly silence in its wake. Mr. Davis quickly dropped to the floor, his eyes wide open and the hole on the side of his head leaking with dark, red blood.Â
Your eyes remained cool and detached as you watched the scene unfold, your expression too unreadable for the killer next to you. Youâve seen worse things while living in the N109 Zone, right? was Sylusâs inner thoughts as he placed the gun back on the table, his gaze steady while regarding the now lifeless body of his former business partner. The carpet was now drenched with an unsightly amount of blood.Â
Just then, the twins, Luke and Kieran immediately swung the door open with a guarded stance, worried that something had happened to the Onychinus leader whom you all served under. But upon looking at Mr. Davisâs fresh corpse sprawled out on the floor, both twins merely shrugged it off, praising their boss for dealing with the old man in a brutal fashion.Â
âLeave us for a while,â Sylus instructed the twins, pulling you closer by gripping your waist, âIf any of Davisâs men try to come in, kill them with no mercy.âÂ
âRoger that, boss.âÂ
As soon as the door was closed, Sylus turned to you, you recognized a demonic glow in his eyes as he tugged at the neckline of your dress. âYou,â he spoke under his breath, âare testing my patience.âÂ
~~
You werenât sure how to feel about it.
Heck, you couldnât tell if you were even turned on by it, but Sylus fucking you in front of a dead man did bring in a rush of adrenaline in you. This was the fourth time he had killed a man for desiring you, and while he would usually play it off and say he was just feeling bloodthirsty at the time those incidents happened, this was the first time he was compelled to actually touch you next to a man he had just mercilessly shot. It was as though he was trying to prove a point, that dead or alive, no other man would have the pleasure of having you.Â
âS-Sylus,â you let out a whimper, knees beginning to feel sore as your boss continued to hit you from behind, hips snapping against your bum in a rough, merciless manner. A stinging sensation was soon felt on your butt cheek as Sylus sent a hard, crisp slap on your ass. âMmhâ!âÂ
His nails dug into your hips, jostling you forwards and backwards so your ass could meet the base of his cock with how deep he was plowing himself into you. You had already creamed around his member multiple times that night, too satiated by the possessiveness Sylus was showing towards you, and yet, the signs of him stopping seemed to be a far end of the line.Â
âDid you enjoy my show, kitten?â he asked, a question borne from feelings of spite, âDid you like how he was gawking at your tits? Look at his pathetic face now. You see that?âÂ
Sylus grabbed you by the face and forced you to look at Mr. Davisâs lifeless body for a good minute. A minute to remember such a ghastly image for the rest of your life. And only after he was satisfied at the fright in your eyes did he start pulling you by the hair, only to then wrap a tight hand around your neck. You couldnât breathe. You were choking from his hand, restrained to receive any bit of air down your throat. The strong smell of iron, gun powder, and leather was also beginning to intoxicate you, and you knew you were a minute away from passing out. But Sylus was too enraged to stop, his mind was a toxic fire you couldnât easily extinguish and the only thing you could do was allow him to take his anger out on you.Â
âHnngh! Sy⊠SylusâŠâ you cried, moaning as his hard thrust almost sent you forward to his business partnerâs corpse. The pressure on your windpipe was too strong that barely any sound came out of your mouth. âSylus, Iâm all y-yours, my love. Ahâaah! All⊠yours.âÂ
He did loosen his grip on your neck, because he had pulled you by the chin to spit into your mouth. A string of saliva connected your tongue to his, your chest undulating in heavy breaths as he began to grope your tits from behind. âDress like a whore again,â he whispered a warning into your ear, âand I wouldnât hesitate to treat you like one.âÂ
Your mind, too numbed by the overstimulation all over your body, couldnât fully grasp the words he had just spoken. All you knew was that he pressed you further down the carpeted floor, with your ass high up and your body down low. The next thing he did was to spread your butt cheeks apart to gape at the exact hole he was destroying.Â
Sore. Too sore. Too numb. Too⊠Too⊠âSylus, Iâm g-gonnaâŠâÂ
âFuck,â he cussed, accelerating his thrusts at an animalistic speed, his deep breaths turning into a guttural groan as he chased his high. His cum was thick when they landed on your face, and the taste was sweet and salty when he forced the rest of his cum onto the back of your throat. You gagged as he hit your uvula, drool oozing at the corner of your mouth as you choked and yet managed to swallow every drop of his semen.Â
Like a good girl, for him. Always.Â
You didnât exactly black out afterward. You were caught in a liminal state, not fully awake but not unconscious either, as you collapsed onto the floor. Sylus discarded you like a toy heâd grown tired of. If you had been more aware, you would have immediately noticed the abrupt shift in his behavior. The sound of his fading footsteps made you realize that the man you loved so obsessively had just left you in that booth, right next to a dead man.
âY/N?â
âY/N. Hey, you okay?âÂ
The coat soon enveloping your body wasnât Sylusâs; it belonged to one of the twins, and you could feel yourself being carried in his arms.Â
âLukeâŠ?â you murmured weakly.Â
âNo, itâs Kieran,â he clarified, since his older brother was occupied with disposing of Mr. Davisâs body. âIâm taking you home.âÂ
You clung to his shoulder, your heavy-lidded eyes searching for Sylusâs distinctive white hair. âWhaâ? Whereâs he? Where is SyââÂ
âBoss already left.â His words felt like a blow. âYou know heâs dangerous when heâs angry, so you should just go home for today.âÂ
You tried to wriggle free from Kieranâs grasp, confused by the sudden turn of events. âBut what did I do? Why is he angry with me?âÂ
âItâs not you, just⊠complicated,â were the last words you heard before exhaustion overtook you, unaware that you were now outside the nightclub.Â
Continuing to squirm from Kieranâs hold, you cried, âWhat do you mean complicated!â
âLuke and I tried to warn you, Y/N,â he said, grimly, as if he felt bad for you. âYouâre not supposed to mess with his emotions. Those feelings are reserved for another.â
~~
The night air in the N109 Zone felt heavy and suffocating. It had been a month since Sylus had abruptly cut off contact with you, leaving you in a state of uncertainty, overthinking, and anger. When he had asked you to take a break from work, you already found his command suspicious, and then the silence that followed was a deafening confirmation of your suspicion. No texts, no calls, and every attempt to visit Onychinusâs base was continuously met with cold dismissal.Â
With this, you found yourself at your makeshift gun range, the repetitive bang of the shots echoing in the dimly lit space. The targets were riddled with holes, each bullet a release of your pent-up frustration. Your thoughts were a tempest of spiteful musings: how you should have maxed out his credit card for everything it was worth if you had known he was going to just dump you. The thought of doing so now felt petty, but it also served as a bitter reminder of how easily he had discarded you that night.
But amid your rage, a more serious thought began to surface. Sylusâs avoidance wasnât merely a cruel game or a sudden whim; it seemed to hint at something deeper, something more troubling. Was there something he wasnât telling you? Had something happened that he couldnât or wouldnât explain?
You should probably confront him, but you needed a sign. Barging into Onychinusâs base without prior notice would be a suicide wish, so you had to have a reason on showing up unannounced. A sign. You desperately needed one, and perhaps the universe was toying with you, but the very sign you were looking for came in the form of a mechanical crow that landed on the lightpost. Its red eyes glowed like lasers through the night, tilting its head as it looked at your way.Â
âCaw! Caw!âÂ
âMephisto,â you breathed a sigh of relief. Did Sylus send him to watch over you?Â
With your confidence growing back, you decided to finally confront the situation head-on. This cold war would bring you nothing but a painful whirl of overthinking. And so, you returned to Onychinusâs base that night, your anger tempered by a new, steely resolve. As usual, the base was as imposing and foreboding as ever, its corridors silent except for the occasional echo of footsteps.
Where is everyone?Â
As you neared Sylusâs quarters, your heart pounded with a mix of dread and anticipation. You approached his door, and through the thin walls, you could hear soft, unfamiliar voices. Your breath was caught in your throat as you recognized a womanâs voice, distinct and unfamiliar, but laced with a strange resonance that made your skin crawl.
âFrom the beginning, you trapped me here, forced me to resonate with you, and even said weâre âthe sameâ... One wouldnât treat a stranger like that, so⊠donât tell me you like me. Is this all so you can get my attention?âÂ
âŠ
âYouâre so gullible, kitten.âÂ
The twins, who were lounging nearby and keeping an eye on things as usual, saw you by their bossâs door and exchanged knowing glances. Luke, with his usual smirk, leaned in. âOh, look who decided to show up. Youâre just in time.â
Kieran, with a more serious tone, added, âHeâs got a guest in there. A hunter from Linkon, with an Aether Core, no less.â
Your heart sank. The mention of an Aether Core was a dagger to your already shattered heart. Sylusâs connection to you had always been complex, but it was a lot different with this other woman he had been keeping an eye on for the longest time. They were marked by their shared Aether Core, which tied them together in ways you could never fully understand. To hear that he had met the girl he had been searching for with the same rare core was like a death knell.
âSince when did Sylus bring her here?â you asked the twins, struggling to keep your emotions in check. This was the real reason Sylus had asked you to take a breakâhe knew that the presence of this girl would push you to the edge of losing all sense of morality. For the first time in your life, he saw you as a threat. An enemy.Â
Luke responded with a shrug. âA couple weeks ago after she leaked her information in The Nest. Boss has been trying to resonate with her, you see. So donât mind their little bonding moments.âÂ
Kieran took the initiative to drag his older brother away. âWe gotta get going. Donât cause a scene, Y/N. You wonât like it when our boss is angry.âÂ
Disregarding the twinsâ words, you pressed your hand against the door, the muffled sounds of conversation and the soft rustling of fabric seeping through. The realization of what this meant was crushing. Sylusâs soul was bound to this new woman in ways you could never compete with. And the anguish of this discovery broke you inside.Â
Why? Why canât it be me?Â
With trembling hands, you turned the knob and pushed open the door just a crack to peer inside. The sight that met your eyes was enough to confirm your worst fears. Sylus was there, his attention fully on the woman from Linkon that he had pinned down on his bed, a tenderness in his gaze that had never been directed at you.Â
Unable to bear the sight any longer, you quietly closed the door and retreated, and Sylusâs head turning in your direction only made you hide even further. You were already taking hurried steps before he could catch up to you. But then again, what kind of idiot would he be to leave that fragile girl alone to run after a woman he didnât even care about? You were nothing but a placeholder for her, warming her seat temporarily before she finally came into the picture. And now that she was here, you were easily cast aside like worn-out clothing, no longer bearing any purpose for him.Â
ââŠI hate you,â you muttered, the words barely a whisper as they escaped from your trembling lips. Running through the hallways had quickly become exhausting, each step felt like a drag with the weight of your emotions. âI hate you, Sylus.â
Your hands, shaking uncontrollably, grasped the Beryl pendant that hung around your neck. The sharp pain from the necklaceâs chain digging into your skin only added to your anguish. And with a frustrated cry, you yanked the pendant off and hurled it down the hallway. The pendant skittered across the polished floor, its once-beautiful gleam now discarded like mere rubbish.
âWhat did we tell you?â The twinsâ imaginary voices were mocking you in your head, their taunts reverberating through your thoughts as you headed out of the base with no footsteps following you behind. It became clear to you that Sylus had chosen to stay with the girl instead of chasing after you. âJust because boss gave you a chance, doesnât mean heâll actually date you! You poor thing! Youâre just a game he likes to play!âÂ
âStop. Stop!â You had to press your hands into your ear, suppressing the torture that your mind was creating. Â
You decided to run away. Far, far away from Onychinusâs base. Far away from Sylusâs reach.Â
Your footsteps echoed through the deserted streets, your mind still reeling in jealousy from the events you saw earlier. The image of the woman pinned under him, her dark hair and fair skin, had your hands shaking from the anger in your heart. She was as beautiful as he described, as radiant as heâd often whisper about in his dreams. And now that she was within his reach, did you really think he would let her go?Â
~~
The night was cold, the air biting at your skin as you walked aimlessly, lost in a whirlwind of emotions and tortuous thoughts. The betrayal, the hurt, the lingering sense of being usedâall of it churned within you, making your steps heavy and your heart even heavier.
âI⊠hate you,â you murmured under your breath.Â
As you turned down a dark alley, a sudden prickle of unease crawled up your spine. You quickened your pace, but the sound of a second set of footsteps followed closely behind you. Panic set in as soon as you realized you were being stalked.Â
Before you could react, however, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, blocking your path. The manâs eyes gleamed with malice, a cruel smile spreading across his face. âYou no longer have Sylus to protect you,â he sneered, his voice dripping with menace. It was one of Davisâs men. âYou're all alone now, and I'm going to make you pay for the death of our master.â
Fear gripped you like a tightrope, but before the man could take another step, a swirling mist of black-red enveloped him. The pressure of the mist seemed to squeeze his entire body, forcing him to his knees, his screams of terror cut short as if the mist were obeying commands from an unseen master.
You turned around, your heart pounding, to see Sylus standing at the edge of the alley. His domineering eyes bore into yours in a mixture of curiosity and cold calculation. âShould I kill this guy? Yes or no?â His voice was low and raspy. âMy decision depends on you, kitten.â
Your gaze hardened after hearing the term of endearment he was now recycling with the hunter girl from Linkon. âI can handle him,â was your cold reply, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you. You drew your gun with a swift motion and fired repeatedly, each shot bouncing in the narrow alley. The manâs body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
Sylus watched you with an appraising look. âImpressive. Still feisty as ever.â
You then pointed your gun towards him, but keeping a safe enough distance. âWhy were you following me?â you demanded, your tone cold as ice.
A chilling laugh echoed through the alleyway. âMy own assistant wants to kill her boss? Now, isnât that a spectacle?â
âShut up!â you yelled, finger tightening on the trigger. âI donât care if one bullet wonât kill you. I can shoot you enough times to make sure youâd at least feel some pain.â
Sylus sighed before reaching into his pocket and revealed the necklace, the red beryl pendant glinting in the dim light. âYou forgot your gift,â he said, his voice softening ever so slightly.
You stared at the necklace, feeling a sting in your heart that you couldnât ignore. âIâm not worthy of such a gift,â you replied monotonously, âGive it to her if you want. And also, take this night as my formal resignation as your assistant."
Sylusâs eyes widened, a rare look of surprise crossing his features. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. It seemed as if he was truly, genuinely stunned, caught off guard by your decision.
I canât back out now. You repeated it like a desperate mantra in your mind as you turned and walked away, leaving Sylus standing alone in the dark alley, the necklace still clutched in his hand. You were done with his games, done with being played. You were determined to leave him behind, until suddenly, he vanished into a puff of black smoke. Dark feathers floated in the spot where he had stood moments ago. To your shock, he reappeared behind you, his hand forcefully grabbing your chin to make you look up at him.
You struggled, trying to wrench his hand away. âLet goââ
But he silenced you with a bruising kiss, locking his lips around yours despite your desperate punches to his chest. He only pulled away when he felt your warm tears streaming down your face, looking at you with a gaze full of unwanted sympathy. Sympathy that cut deeper than any blade.
âAre you happy sheâs back in your life?â you choked out, your voice trembling as you stared at him with tear-filled eyes.
Sylus responded with a hesitant hum. âI am.â
You inhaled shakily, his answer shattering your heart. âThen, why are you here?â
â...I donât know.â His crimson eyes reflected the sorrowful glow of the moon peeking from behind his head.
âDo you intend to keep me as your lover?â you asked, forcing him to confront his true intentions.
Sylus took a long, agonizing moment to respond, as if wrestling with a tumultuous storm of emotionsâthe pros and cons, the rights and wrongs. Finally, he spoke, and his words were a dagger to your soul.
âNo,â he said at last, his hand retreating from your face. He stepped back and turned the distance between you into a chasm of heartbreak. âItâs been nice working with you, Y/N. Iâll send you a yearâs worth of salary for your dedication to me. This should be the last time we meet.â
The weight of his words crashed down on you like an earthquake, and the full reality of your situation made it hard for you to breathe. Yes, it was a gut-punch. You were breaking in half, your heart shattering beyond repair because the pain was too much. It was all too much for a person to take, and it twisted something dark inside you.
âIf I canât have you,â you began, your voice shaking with an amalgam of rage and despair, âthen no one can.â
Sylusâs eyes narrowed. âY/N, you wonât dareââ
âIâll kill her,â you spat, your tone dripping with venom. Your vow was laced with a genuine resolve, as if it were a promise you had embedded in stone. âThe next time I see her, Iâll end her in the most brutal way I can. I swear it.â
His eyes flashed with a sinister light, one eye emitting a faint glow like a candlelight in a dark room. âIf you try to go near her,â he said, his voice low and menacing, âIâll kill you first.â
A twisted smile spread across your face, and madness began to gleam in your eyes. Driven to the brink of insanity, you laughedâa wild, almost feral sound that scared even the rats hiding in the darkest places.
âThen, do it,â you challenged, the final thread of your sanity snapping as he raised a finger, and the tendrils of his black-red mist soon swirling around you and crushing your bones with its pressure. âYouâve already taken everything from me, Sylus. Finish what you started.âÂ
SECOND PART
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old man!logan x f!reader
SUMMARY: Will he be able to control himself once he's near you? In this moment, he feels more animal than human. Creeping, on the verge of crawling, back to you. OR Like a sinner seeking absolution, he finds his way back to you after every absence, as if you're the only salvation he's ever known.
WARNINGS/TAGS: mdni smut 18+ cursing. drinking. dirty talk. some fluff. comfort. feelings. self-deprecation. miscommunication. sort of established relationship. age gap (reader's in her late 20s). petnames. religious imagery. logan's POV. chauffeur!logan. dom!logan. reader wears logan's dog tags and clothes. pussy pronouns. phone sex. oral sex (f and m receiving). 69. fingering. masturbation (he jerks off in the limo). one (1) single spank. sort of rough sex. unprotected p in v. creampie.
A/N: i wrote this as a part 2 of this story, but still, it can be read as a standalone (i'd recommend that you also read the first part as well đ you'll understand their relationship better). hope you like this one! <3
Logan is tired. Bone-deep, soul-crushingly tired.
He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigar, letting the smoke curl inside his chest, teasing his lungs. Doesnât even bother to crack the window openâwhy would he?âbefore exhaling, the haze lingering inside the limo like a fog.
One quick glance at his phone screen just to make sure his vision isnât screwing him overâno older notifications. A pang of disillusionment settles in his being.
Not only is he fighting to keep his eyes open, exhausted from driving the same family around for the past few days while they enjoy their quality time, but heâs also bored out of his mind.Â
Where the hell are you?
He adjusts his glasses, pushing them higher up on the bridge of his nose, preventing them from sliding down to his lap. When his phone buzzes, he jolts, nearly hitting his head on the roof of the limo due to his excitement.
His poor heart gallops as he fumbles with the screen, unlocking it with the same urgency as a man starved for contact.
But itâs not you. Itâs one of his passengers.
Weâre getting out in half an hour, the message reads. By we, she means herself, her husband, and their two kids.
Logan canât bring himself to type an actual reply, so he leaves her on read. She knows heâs not going anywhere, parked outside the arcade as if heâs rooted in place with no way out.
Family after family enters that hell on earth, kids of all ages bouncing on their heels, voices shrill with enthusiasm. He watches, half-heartedly, as parents get dragged by their little ones, who negotiate how much money they are allowed to spend tonight.
He almost feels bad for those parents. Almost. He hopes that at least they know how to say âNoâ.
All in all, heâs got another thirty minutes of solitude ahead. The radio has long since ceased to entertain him. Heâs been parked here for two hours, and his mind is starting to drift. He could stretch his legs, walk around, or maybe grab a drinkâbut damn it.
He wants to talk to you.
Youâd said he could call you after dropping the family off. That was three hours ago. The last message he received from you was still stuck in his head, replaying over and over like a lifeline. Logan knows you must be busy, probably taking care of Charles andâ
Okay, heâll get back to that later.Â
You: Just got out of the shower. Call me in five?
Right now, he could die a happy man. Were he a dog, his tail would be wagging furiously, anticipation already building for the simple joy of hearing you.
Logan: Got it.
The next five minutes feel like an eternity. He finishes his cigar, flicking the stub beneath the seat without giving it a second thought. For now, he doesnât care about being a messy fucker. Heâll deal with the mess some other time.
Priorities.
A quick spritz of some cheap air freshener he picked up from a gas station fills the car, masking the distinctive scent of smoke. God forbid the kids start whining about how âweirdâ it smells in the limo.
With a grimace, he sprays a little moreâfloral, of all scents? It feels insulting.
How kind of him to still be this considerate.
His thumb hovers over your contact, and he presses the call button with an agility he hasnât had in years (thanks to you).
One, two, three rings, and thenâ
âLogan,â you say softly, your voice a little breathless, like youâve been hurrying all over the place.
He stops grinding his jaw, the tension in his shoulders easing. He unclenches his fists, fingers uncurling one by one, as if letting go of some invisible burden.
Outside the vehicle, people stop dying, babies stop being born, and the world itself pauses just for him to listen to you.
You canât see him, but he smiles either way. âHey, baby.â
âGosh, Iâm so sorry. I lost track of time talking to Charles. We had dinner, and then I justâI felt so gross, you know? From cooking and all that. Took a shower, and it got pretty late.â
You end with a sigh, and he imagines you rubbing a hand over your face. âPlease tell me you werenât sleeping when I texted you.â
âNot even close. Still waiting for them.â
âTheyâre really taking their time, huh?â
âYou wouldnât believe it,â he murmurs, his fingers drumming a soft rhythm on the steering wheel. âHow was your day?â
âGreat! Iâm already in bed.â
âMy bed.â
You laugh, that sweet sound making his heart stutter. âWell, yeah. Where else do you want me to sleep if Iâm at your place? On the floor?â
If someone had told Logan a year ago that heâd let someone live in his space, let alone take care of Charles, heâd have scoffed. "Pathetic," heâd have said, rolling his eyes with that familiar growl in his throat. Pretty sure heâd also puffed his chest while saying so.
Because Logan Howlett wasnât one for accepting help. Heâs been on his own since the earth was still cooling down.
But for you? He made exceptions. Plenty of them. And if it werenât for your altruism, he wouldnât have accepted this jobâa job that pays well enough to cover Charlesâ meds and put food on the table. He needs this rich familyâs money.
âYouâve got a girlfriend now?â Charles had asked, when Logan explained heâd be staying with you while he went away for a few days.
âBig word youâre using there,â Logan had replied, placing two pills into Charlesâ palm. The old man gave him a death stare. âDonât play dumb. Itâs not like you donât know the drill.â
Mumbling something incoherent before swallowing the pills, Charles had taken slow sips of water between each one, sinking back into the mattress with a weary sigh. âIf sheâs not your girlfriend, then what is she?â
âA friend.â
âThatâs nice. Is that what theyâre calling it now?â
He shakes that memory away, forcing his mind back to the call. âTry not to be so kind to him. What if he falls in love with you?â he inquires, a mocking tone weaving through his words.Â
And thatâs when you drop the bombshell. âYou mean like you did?âÂ
You laugh, but Logan⊠doesnât. He canât do it. He makes sure heâs breathing on command: in and out, in and out, in and out.Â
The mention of love unsettles him. He doesnât feel safe anymore, doesnât know what game youâre playing. Whereâs the rulebook?
Is heâcould he beâfalling in love with you? Is that what youâre implying? And if so, do you feel the same?
In the long run, you mumble: âIt was a joke.â Only then do his lungs fill with fresh air, untainted by the weight of his unease. But he canât let it pass, the fact you sound disappointed. Defeated.
He promised himself heâd never hurt you. Though he doesnât intend to, it feels as if heâs just stabbed you in the back, twisting the knife further into your frameâunwillingly.
âRemember theââ he pauses a moment, throwing his head back in frustration, silently cursing himself. âThe pills. Youâve been giving them to him, right?â
âYes, Logan.â
âPlease, remember itâs onlyââ
âLogan,â you try again, cutting through the wave of his spiraling thoughts. He can picture you behind closed lids, looking at him through your lashes, your hand resting gently on his chest. âI have it under control, okay? Heâs doing alright. I swear Iâm taking good care of him.â
âI donât doubt that, honey.â Casting a glance at the rearview mirror, he feels an unexpected sense of longing for your presence there, like a ghost haunting his every move, confined to the limits of his brain. âCanât help but worry. Thatâs all.â
A soft hum reverberates through the line. He hears the rustle of sheets, the sound of you tossing around in his bed, and his pulse quickens at the thought.
âYou said youâre sleepinâ on my bed.â
âGood memory you have.â
âYou wearinâ my clothes as well?â
 Thick silence, the kind he relishes.
âYeah,â you finally reply, shifting the phone from side to side. You take a deep breath, and add: âI forgot to bring mine.â
He hates how you easily find a way to get him riled up despite being miles away. It must be the power of words.
âI donât believe you.â He knows he shouldnât, hates himself for doing it, but one of his hands palms the half-hard bulge in his black slacks, suppressing a low groan. âThink you did it on purpose.â
A rush of heat, sharp and urgent, washes over him. Is he really about to do this? Get himself off in the very car he uses for work? Twisted, incredibly sick of him, he thinks.
Still, he craves more. âTell me what youâre wearing.â
You laugh at his demanding tone, fanning the flames of his desperation. âWhen did you turn into a horny teenager?â
âAlways been, baby,â Logan purrs, undoing the button of his pants, followed by the fly. His eyes flick upwards for just a momentâno cars, no one in sight. Heâs presumably alone. Itâs all the confirmation he needs to say: âCâmon. Tell your old man what clothes you stole from him.â
Heâs never done this beforeâphone sex. Heâs heard about it, sure, but never imagined heâd fall so hard for the idea. The thrill of it sinks into him, electrifying.
What are you doing? Is your lip caught between your teeth? Do your eyes wander down your own body? Maybe your fingers are already skimming over your skin.
âItâs just a random shirt,â you murmur. âPlain, white.â
âWhat else?â
âThereâs nothing else.â
Loganâs breath hitches as his hand moves to his cock, spotting the damp patch on his briefs where the tip has already started to leak. The moment he slides the elastic down past his balls, he fists his shaft in a slow stroke, going from the base to the head. âNo panties? And you expect me tâbelieve this wasnât planned?â
Your muffled whimper is like molten lava spilling into his ear, bringing him to full hardness. More shuffling follows on your end, driving him wild with the anticipation. âWhy do you do this to me if youâre not here?â
ââCause I want you touchinâ yourself just like Iâm doinâ.â He thumbs the head, hips jerking involuntarily at the sensation. He aches to feel your mouth there instead. âBet that pussyâs been cryinâ out for me, huh? Mustâve got used to me fillinâ her every other night.â
Your breathing grows more uneven, small gasps filtering through the speaker. âI need you here with me. This isâughânot enough.â
âWhatâs not enough, sweetheart?â
Thereâs a pause as the sound of your phone shifts again, and then he hears it clearlyâthe wet, needy sound of your fingers working between your legs, filling the silence with the loud squelching of your cunt. âMy fingers,â you blurt out, more distant than before, like youâre merging with the bed, dissolving with every touch.
Logan spits roughly into his palm, the slickness of his saliva easing the drag of his calloused hand along his length, good enough to make the movement more satisfying.
He moans aloud, eyes shut tight, your name slipping from his lips, a whispered prayer, as if saying it could somehow summon you to his side. âI spoil you too much,â he rasps, wedging his phone between his ear and shoulder, using every resource available to him, anything to feel something real. âSeems like youâve forgotten how to make yourself come.â
Your moans follow his, the breathy sounds a clear sign of how close you are, hanging on the edge, your release just a heartbeat away. But itâs not enough, and you need him. He wonders if you can feel his thoughts from miles away, becauseâ âWant your cock so bad, Lo. I m-miss you.â
He has to stop jerking himself to hold off his orgasm, stomping his foot against the pedals. âFuck, darlinâ. You keep sayinâ those things and I swear Iâll be back with you by morning.â
His sole focus now is youâgetting you to come. Driven by his growing frenzy, itâs the only coherent thought that claws through the haze in his mind. âKeep talking, please,â you plead, fingers still lost in the heat of your body. âTell me what youâll do to me when you see me.â
Logan picks up the rhythm again, his movements faltering as his chest heaves, ragged breaths spilling out while his hand works faster. âGonna fuck you slow and deep, just how you like it. Face to face, so you can kiss me as much as you want, âcause I know my girl loves that, am I right?â
My girl. Heâll regret that one the second the high fades and clarity sets in.
Word after word falls from his lips without thought, uncontrollable, as though heâs surrendered to the storm of desire raging in his beingâa storm in which your name is the eye of it all.
You are everywhere, and you take up all the empty spaces he thought were impossible to fill, sinking into the depths of his unconsciousness.
Not a single part of him is left untouched by you, by the power of your presence in his life, consuming him in ways he never imagined.
Your airy mewls ripple through the line, feeding his ravenousness, adding to the tightening knot of pleasure coiling low in his abdomen. His muscles strain, thighs tensing. Each stroke of his hand prolongs this sweet torture.Â
âCome for me, princess. Youâd make me so h-happy if you came right now.â
And you do, because itâs not just his touch anymoreâitâs his voice, and the way he commands you without force. How youâve become accustomed to him, nodding along to each instruction he mutters.
Beneath your fingers, your swollen clit pulses, and though he canât see it, he imagines it perfectly, having spent enough time worshiping it.
He knows, even from a distance, what your body must be doing. Your back arching off the bed, thighs quivering and clenching tight around your own hand. Those perfect legs of yours trembling as you reach your so-desired climax.
Loud and unrestrained, you moan, and for a moment, he wants to be with you so badly that he ponders if the theory of traveling across time and space sounds that far-fetched after all.
Logan doesn't need much after that for the thread to snap at long last, his groans dying on his lips as he stares in awe at the spurts of his seed landing wherever his eyes fall: a bit on the top of his pants, on his hand, his briefs. His cock twitches in his grip as he continues stroking himself through the aftershocks, gulping when it becomes too much to handle.
So phone sex is off the list now. Great.
âMiss you, too,â he mumbles once heâs caught his breath, tossing his glasses onto the passenger seat. His forehead feels damp to the touch, and he contemplates when was the last time he came this hard.
The elephant in the room hasnât been addressed yet. He knows you expect him to say more, something deeper and rawer, but thatâs all he can force himself to spit out.
Sometimes, he forgets that you canât read him all the time. Although you know him better than anyone else, there are certain thoughts and memories locked tightly inside him, things you'd never discover on your own. Secrets he admits he should share with you, but heâs at a loss for how. Words arenât doable when he needs them the most.
Maybe it's a matter of ageâyouâre a natural at voicing your feelings.
At some point, you ask: âWhen did you say you were returning?â
One thingâs clear: he canât afford to lose you. Heâd be an idiot if he let that happen.
âIn five days, I think.â Were he with you, he'd hold you in his arms, kissing your lips. God, how he misses kissing you. All of you. âIâll keep you updated.â
âItâs okay,â you respond, and in his mind, a blank canvas fills with the familiar image of you lying on your side, curling into a ball the way you always do. âI should go to sleep. Talk to you tomorrow.â
âSure.â Thank you for everything. âGet some rest.â Are you still in love with me? âBye.â Iâm coming back. You know how I feel about you, do you?
So much left unsaid, words he lacks the strength to speak. That, along with his come-stained clothes. And, of course, the limousine now perfumed like a flower shop.
Exhaustion clings to him again.
His luck has never been this good.
The next afternoon, one of the coupleâs kids falls ill. Must be something he ate, the woman tells Logan, her voice light, though he can hear the shuffle of urgency behind her words.
Her husband packs their bags in the background, the muted thuds of luggage hitting the floor. You know how children are. Their hands are always filthy!
What she doesnât realize is that Logan, in fact, doesnât know how children are, because how could he?
Heâs holed up in the hotel across the street, his only responsibility being to wait on their call, ready to drive whenever they needed him. Needless to say, his accommodations are nothing like theirs. Not that he minds itâheâs not one for luxury, has never needed it.
Truth be told, heâs no stranger to beds that groan if you shift slightly, clogged toilets that spit back water like theyâre alive.
Joy rushes through him when he hears the news. Heâs coming back earlier than expected, a thrill building in his chest. Twelve days heâs been away, his greed growing with each second in that desolate hotel room.
Now, the beating of his heart quickens, a faint thrumming as he stares out the window. He debates whether to let you know about his early return or keep it as a surprise. Would it be better if he just showed up?
How would you feel, knowing that, by the time the lights are out, heâll be yours again?
He knows he should feel sorry for the poor kid, but all he can muster is a look of concern that barely reaches his eyes. Each time they pull into a gas station, he listens to the hurried slap of footsteps as the boy rushes for the bathroom to empty his insides.
He watches in the rearview as the kidâs father shakes his head, clicking his tongue with disapproval. âDo you have kids?â he asks, his voice forced into a casual tone, like heâs trying to break the silence thatâs settled between them.Â
Loganâs only response is to turn up the radio, some pop song heâs never heard spilling from the speakers. The lyrics are a blur of nonsense to him, but itâs enough to drown out the manâs words and the boyâs misery.
Some things never change.
As the sun dips below the horizon, heâs finally free, no longer at anyoneâs beck and call. He contemplates the possibility of getting a speeding ticket, weighing his options. It hardly matters. The pull to see you, to feel you, is stronger than anything else.
Even though he tries to think of another time in his life when he felt such a raw need, no memory comes close.
When he does pull up to his place, he does it quietly. Parking the limo, he doesnât honk, doesnât announce himself. Fumbling with the keys ever so lightly so as not to wake you up, fitting them into the lock.
His wrist twists, and the door gives way with a soft creak.
Anxiety ripples through him as he steps inside. The smell of freshly cooked food hits him, but it only tightens the knot in his stomach, reminding him of how long itâs been since he last ate.
Later, he tells himself. After. Once heâs sated his true hungerâthe kind of hunger that can only be satisfied by sinking his fingers into something real, fleshy, malleable.Â
Hungerâyes, itâs animalistic, feral even. Will he be able to control himself once heâs near you? In moments like this, he feels more animal than human. Creeping, on the verge of crawling, back to you.
His feet take him to his bedroom, knowing the path to it very well. Fingers hovering over the knob, he takes a deep breath.
Itâs already late, past midnight, yet energy courses through his veins as though heâs just woken from a long, ethereal dream.
He finds you asleep, your body wrapped snugly in the sheets, clutching a pillow close to your chest. Your cheek is pressed into it, breathing soft and steady, lulling him in. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he kicks off his shoes, then slips in beside you, mirroring your position.Â
A lamp sits on his nightstand, one that isnât his, and he figures you must have brought it from your apartment. There has to be a symbolism for that.
Itâs incredible how his entire world can fit into such a narrow bed.
The smart thing would be to let you sleep, to simply watch you for a moment longer. But he canât help himself.
His thumb lingers near your face before gently cupping your cheek, and the very first contact with your skin sends a shudder through him, the warmth of your skin grounding him. He trails his fingers down to your chin, holding it with just enough pressure to remind himself that heâs here.
Leaning in, he presses his lips softly against your forehead, your typical perfume wrapping around him like a welcome.
Welcome home, Logan.
For the first time, he feels that someoneâs been counting down the minutes until his return. Heâd always believed a person like him didnât deserve this. That he just wasnât built for it.
Countless years had he spent convincing himself heâd never be the kind of man who could inspire love. His life had already been written long agoâpredetermined by some cruel hand in the sky.
Destiny, fate, call it what you wantâonce the cards are laid out, thereâs no escaping them. Or so he used to think.
You had taken that pen into your own hands, rewriting his future. You, of all people, had changed his life. No matter what the future held for the two of you, heâd always be grateful. Grateful that youâd seen the dim spark in him that others had chosen to ignore.
Thoughtlessly, his fingers continue their gentle strokes along your cheek, your hair. You stir beside him, shifting in your sleep. Your eyes flutter open, close again, and then open once more, blinking in confusion.
âLogan?â you croak, voice still groggy and thick with sleep, coming to your senses. Before he can respond, you throw yourself on top of him, smothering his face with kisses. âWhyâhowââ
âSweetheart,â he says, attempting to hide his grin, but failing when your kisses shift to his neck, your nose nuzzling against his skin. A laugh slips out, warmth flooding his chest.
âYou didnât tell me you were coming home early!â
Home. Had he heard right? Had you used that word knowingly?
Peering into your eyes, he catches his reflection in your pupils, tiredness etched into his features. âWanted it to be a surprise.â
âYou couldâve told me,â you reply, fingers threading through his greying locks, massaging his scalp. You place a tender kiss on the tip of his nose. âI wouldâve waited up for you at least.â
âWell, Iâm here now,â he whispers back, gaze drifting to your lips, and you close the space between you, his sigh mingling with yours as one hand cradles the small of your back, fisting the fabric of his shirt. His other hand tilts your head, inviting your tongues to greet each other in an unhurried dance.
You move languidly on top of him, and he notices, breaking the kiss and pulling back. âYouâre gonna fall asleep on me, are you?â
The way your lashes flutter in response should be illegal. âI could use a human-size pillow.â
âI should shower first.â
âNo.â
âBaby, I smell like gas.â
âSo?â
A smirk tugs at his lips at your insistence, and he gently lays you back against the mattress. Drawn to your charm once again, he licks into your mouth, mentally scolding himself when he gets carried away, letting the kiss linger longer than intended.
âIâll be quick,â he promises, pulling the sheets over your body. Resigned, you simply nod, settling on your side.
Ten minutes later, youâre dozing off, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when he slips into bed, wrapping himself around you from behind. One arm drapes over your waist, the other cushions your head, and thereâs not a patch of skin between you left untouched.
Fatigue begins to delve deeper into his bones the longer he stays curled around you, but before the weight of sleep takes him, and the silence steals his chance, he huffs: âI missed you.â His beard grazes your skin in a soft, unintentional caress.
You pull his wrist to your lips, pressing a short-lived kiss to the inside of it. âMissed you, too.â
How the roles have reversed.
In the quietness of this starless night, you leave him no other choice but to believe you.
3:34 a.m. Still hostage to the lack of light outside. The world remains submerged in the gentle tides of sleep, undulating between dreams, except for him.
Logan wakes up at 3:34 a.m. because heâs rock hard, and being flushed against your back wasnât helping him with his situation at all. If anything, it only heightened it.
He sits at the edge of the bed, his mind running in circles, debating whether he should jump to his feet and head to the bathroom for another showerâthis time, a cold one. Returning to sleep, at least in this moment, is not a viable option.
His gaze drifts to the moonlight spilling through the window, casting its pale glow across the room. Is this your doing? The question lingers, unshakable, in his thoughts. It remains as just that: a question.
When you quietly rest your chin on his shoulder, he stifles a sigh, biting the inside of his cheek. Your voice breaks through the quiet.
âWhatâs wrong? Canât sleep?â Wrapping your arms around him from behind, you circle his frame, in an effort to persuade him to sink back into the mattress.
âItâs nothing,â he says, pulse accelerating. Please, donât look down. âIâll be back in a second.â
âBut what isââ
He doesnât get to hear the rest of your sentence. You do look down, finding the outline of his hardened cock straining against his briefs, stealing your full attention.
âWow.â
âGo back to sleep.â
âAnd leave you like this?â One hand creeps toward his waistband, your breath warm against his ear. âWouldnât miss this for anything in the world.â
Your nails trace a path through the coarse hair at his navel, and Logan tenses. His legs feel like jelly as you cup his balls, fondling them gently between your fingers.
Behind him, your low chuckle stirs something primal in him, making his blood thrum hot beneath his skin. He should be the one doing this to you, not the other way around.
âDarlinâ, I donâtââ Heâs cut off by his own guttural groan when you fist his length, pumping him in rhythm with his uneven breaths. âI donât need this.â
âSeems like you do,â you whisper, momentarily halting your ministrations to place your palm in front of his face, hoping he takes the hint. You kiss his stubble, pausing just short of his mouth. âI want to take care of you. Always do.â
Your palm hovers before him, inviting. Grabbing your wrist, he licks it, coating it in his spit and guiding you back down to him. Together, your hands glide along his length, and his gaze locks onto yours, the intensity of it making his neck tense.
You beam with delight under his stare. That red organ caged within his ribsâa blood-pumping machine of passionâsurges back to life as he sees you.
He had won the battle. He had triumphed over his past; had lived enough lives, endured enough years, to arrive at this moment.
This had to be the purpose of his existence: to share this part of his stay on earth with you.
âYouâre so hard,â you say, twisting your wrist at the tip of his cock, reveling in every buck of his hips, each movement a reflection of his exaltation. âGuess you did miss me.â
With a quiet growl, he reaches behind, nudging your thighs apart until they find your mound, cupping you through your underwear. âIâm not the only one whoâs been missinâ someone.â He pulls the fabric aside, sliding his fingers through your wet folds. His nostrils flare as he feels how ready you are. âWhy am I not surprised?â
Your breath hitches, and you press yourself closer against him, your tits against his back, mouth teasing at his neck. âThatâs what happens when youâre gone.â Another kiss on his nape. âYou could take me with you next time.â
âCanât do that,â he answers, teasing your entrance. âNo work would get done.â
His movements cease to a stop. Yours do too. Turning his head just enough to glance over his shoulder, he scrutinizes your expression, pride swelling in his chest as he takes in your affected state.
âYouâre not goinâ back to sleep, are you?â
Thereâs the shake of your head. A single word escapes your lips, imbued with pure fervor: âPlease.â
He captures your mouth in an ardent kiss, tugging at your shirt (which is, in fact, his) to undress you, his wandering hands roaming beneath it.
As his mouth meets your neck, something cold brushes against his lips, drawing his gaze down to whatâs hanging from your neck.
His dog tags. The ones he had given you before leaving for that job, as his way of telling you Iâm coming back without having to say it aloud. And you, as always, understood; had even promised to keep them safe, though he hadnât expected you to actually wear them.
Now, with your shirt discarded, they lay against your bare skin, his name resting in the valley between your breasts.
âYou like âem?â His fingers grip the chain and give it a gentle tug, drawing you closer so he can breathe over your lips, his breath mingling with yours. âLike knowing youâre mine? You get off on it?â
You nod in agreement. Of course, you do. Though emotionally constipated and not the most expressive, Logan is a lover who knows how to awaken desireâa good lover, indeed. A decent one.
Which is why he agrees to any idea that crosses your mind, like the one you just whispered in his ear.
He may be older than you, but heâs always been more on the traditional side. You, on the other hand, are continually searching for new ways to innovate.
The round globes of your ass jiggle over his face as he spreads you apart, entrenched by how your skin moves above him, your glistening hole clenching around nothing, as if your body itself is calling to him.
With his head propped against the headboard, he watches you take him deeper, your saliva dripping down the wiry hairs of his cock. The slick heat of your tongue traces over his slit, back and forth, driving him to the edge.
When he hears you gag, it stirs something inside himâa deep need to return the favor, to match your devotion.
At the end of the day, heâs a man on a mission, and right now, that mission is you.
Right there, with his nose and mouth buried in you, he wonders why he hadn't thought of this sooner. If he could choose a natural end like any other man, he'd wish for it to be by suffocationâyour body his last breath.
Logan inhales deeply, like a man starved, working two of his fingers inside your throbbing center, his tongue flicking relentlessly over your clit, punching moan after moan out of you. Each thrust of his fingers, each stroke of his tongue, sends waves of pleasure coursing through you.
His beard, streaked with gray, leaves a trail of fire wherever your hips meet his face, pushing back against him. Every so often, you pull off his cock just to ramble, panting, about how good he's making you feel.
From where he lies, youâre a sight to behold, nothing short of divine. âJust what I needed, doll. You taste so fuckinâ sweet,â he blurts out, your frantic cries pouring into his ears as he sucks the swollen bud between his lips. âCanât believe you let me do this to you. You love makinâ your old man happy, donât you?â
He used to think he'd burn in hell for indulging in the desire to know you like thisâraw, ungraceful.
His judgment must be fucked up, because now, all he sees in you is heaven incarnate. You must be the closest thing to it heâll ever find.
âShit, IâŠâ you trail off, gasping as he replaces his fingers with his tongue, drinking from your arousal and tasting every bit of you. âI thought about you every day.â
âBet you did, just like that night I called you. You know how I felt when you told me you were wearing my clothes?â His hand comes down with a firm slap on your right asscheek, drawing a whine from you as your movements falter. âCan smell you all over these sheets. Makes me wonder how many times you made yourself come while I was away.â
You slip the tip of his cock back in your mouth, your hands and lips working in sync. His nose brushes against the plush skin of your thighs before his teeth graze your flesh, biting down just enough to leave a sting. His fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot again and again, and you moan around him, your throat vibrating against his length.
He makes you come like this, knuckles deep inside you while his thumb circles your clit. Overwhelmed by pleasure, you let go of his dick, and it hits Loganâs stomach with a wet pop. His strong arms tug you closer to his face, eyes falling closed as you ride the wave of your orgasm against his mouth, palms pressed flat on his chest.
For a brief moment, he canât breathe, canât feel anything but you, your scent, your taste filling his senses.
Later, he rolls you onto your back and climbs on top of you, uncertain of how much time he has spent lapping at your wetness. His hard length glides along your folds, and he lines himself up without pushing in, looking right into your eyes.Â
âRemember what I told you that night over the phone?â he asks, his breath coming in quick bursts, and you nod, head lolling back as he pinches your lower lip between his fingers. âRepeat it.â
âLoganââ
âYou say it, and Iâll make it happen.â
Perplexity clouds your features. âYou said youâd fuck me slow and deep, just h-how I like it. Face to face, becauseââ. The words escape you, a sob tearing through your throat as he eases the first few inches of himself inside you, your walls instinctively making space to wrap around him.
Heâs home.
âGo on. What else did I say?â he teases, relishing in it. Heâs guilty as sin. âOr were you too lost in thought touchinâ yourself?â
âF-face to face,â you slur, nails digging into his scarred back, and he keeps plunging his length into your interior to the hilt. Your lips part slightly, craving the kiss that only he can give you. âYou said youâd do it face to face so I could kiss you whenever I wanted.â
He hums, low in his throat, as he gives the first thrust of the night, taking great pleasure in your expression: open-mouthed, eyes scrunched, and a slight crease forming between your brows.
Smoothing his thumb over your forehead, he tsks, pausing his movements. âNone of that, princess. Look at me, câmon.â
You obey, forcing your eyes open, and in that instant, he swears he can feel every tremor coursing through you. âLogan,â you coo, your voice aching as you stretch your neck toward his mouth.
The way you say his nameâseductively, charged with a fascination that riles him upâmanages to ignite a fire only you can kindle. Itâs all the invitation he needs.
âI know. Too much, huh?â His tone drips with condescension, teasing in a way that feels almost cruel. He canât help it, though: itâs in very his nature. âNeed to hear you say it. Need you to tell me how much you want this.â
Like everything else in your world, your patience begins to wither, hips instinctively bucking beneath him, seeking even the slightest bit of friction. But he still withholds the kiss you long for, dangling it just out of reach.
âPlease,â you beg, voice breaking as you plead. âFuck me, baby. Missed you so much while you were away. Please, please, pleaseââ
Logan enjoys hearing you beg. He wonât pretend otherwise. There's a satisfaction in knowing he holds this power over you, that he's the only one who can unravel you this way, your body splayed open beneath him.
The thought of others who may have once been in his place, making you fall apart just like this, sets his blood on edge.
Jealousy, sharp and corrosive, crawls up his spine, and it spurs him on, guiding the tempo of his thrusts.
He wonders if heâs ever fucked you this fiercely before, with a passion that pulses from every part of him. Youâre given no space for thought, no moment to catch your breathâjust his unforgiving pace and the sounds spilling from your lips.
He has a way of breaking you down, turning you into a trembling, whimpering mess beneath him, and you surrender willingly, craving each second of it.
So fuckinâ tight. Can yâhear her? How badly she needs me?
Sex had never felt like this before. Heâd grown accustomed to quick, meaningless fucks in poorly lit bars, fleeting encounters that left him questioning if this was all there was. If this wasnât the best heâd ever know.Â
For a while, heâd tried to solve that emptiness, searching in nameless lovers and hollow hearts for the very thing he feared most: love.
And yet, he wanted it, yearned it, guarding his desire like a secret he barely admitted to himself. Until one day, you stumbled into his life, and all the strength he thought he had wasnât enough to push you away.
He presses deep into the back of your thighs, bringing your chests so close they're nearly brushing. Claiming your mouth in a maddening kiss, all teeth and tongue, leaving no space for softness. As he nibbles at your bottom lip, he feels you tighten around him, your cunt pulling him under, clouding his thoughts.
âClose?â he murmurs, hips snapping against you with an utterly obscene rhythm that drowns out the world, better than any song ever made. âSuch a good girl. Gonna come, sweetheart? Let me see how gorgeous you look when you fall apart, making a mess just for me.â
The constant, steady drag of his cock doesnât seem to get old for you. Heâs leaving his mark within you, inside you, carving a space for himself. His tip keeps hitting all the right spots, prompting you to tilt your pelvis to meet him halfway, telling him there, yes, there. More, please.
His hand slides down, rubbing your clit with his fingers. Doesnât need any extra help when doing so, your arousal providing all the slickness he needs. He feels like a runner on the final stretch, the finish line within reach, so close he can almost touch it, savoring the euphoria and bliss of crossing it.
The way you sing his name never loses its allure, despite all the times heâs heard it spill from your lips. Especially at this moment, with him buried deep inside you, every thrust a promise to make you feel good.
You shamelessly come while he keeps driving into you, vigorous and untamedâlike a caged animal unleashed, tasting freedom for the very first time.
Ankles digging into his lower back, a trail of persistent kisses along his beard. You want him inside, that much he can tell. Itâs not like he ever finishes anywhere else, but the reminder doesnât bother him. It only serves as a reassurance: that you still want this, want him. You havenât changed your mind.
He sinks his teeth into your neck the instant he feels his orgasm tearing through him, hips stilling and sagging as a string of grunts abandons his being, dampening your skin even more. He loves to fill you up, it consumes him entirely.
Such an intimate, visceral act, and then he gets to see his seed trickling down your thighs. He realizes that he doesnât need much to be happy.
You keep kissing him, his neck, his face. It may seem absurd to say that every kiss feels like the first, yet itâs true.
Even after heâs traced all the contours of your mouth and committed every detail of your body to memory, he canât help but feel that same thrill of excitement he experienced months ago when he dared to push beyond the boundaries he had set for himself.
Staring at each other, naked, all the love in the world seems to fill these four walls. The compassion and tenderness in your gaze remain unchanged. Youâre a dream come true.
It canât end like this. He canât allow you to drift back into sleep without saying what needs to be said. Something has to happen, something only he can conjure.
âI thinkâŠâ He hesitates. Starting with I think carries an air of uncertainty. âI donâtââ
âLogan,â you interrupt, your hand finding his. âI know.â
Yes, you do. You always seem to know everything, but that canât be enough. He canât lean on your unspoken understanding of his feelings.
âYou still deserve to hear it.â
âItâs not necessary.â
âIt is.â
More silence. The moon is the solitary spectator of his upcoming declaration.Â
âYou were right,â he begins, drawing your intertwined hands closer to his face, pressing a soft kiss on the back of yours. His voice drops to a murmur. Itâs not just his body that feels completely exposed anymore; something deeper within him stands bare. âIâm in love with you.â
You scrutinize him as if heâs revealing the secret to eternal life. Again, you kiss his cheek, cupping it gently with your palm.
âIt wonât get any better than this. There are no more layers to peel away, okay?â He offers explanations you never even asked for in the first place. âThis is what I am.â Much to his dismay, you overlook his choice of words: what instead of who.
He glances away, his gaze landing on the dog tags resting against your skin. The same old guilt threatens to engulf him, as it does each time without fail, and that seems to be your cue to lower yourself to his eye level, eyebrows raised.
âIâm not with you because Iâm waiting for you to change. I like you just as you are, Logan. And I want all of you, both the good and bad stuff.â A gentle smile breaks across your face as you stretch your arm to retrieve his glasses from the nightstand. Placing them on your nose, your eyes twinkle with contentment. âDo they look good on me?â
âYou donât need them yet.â
âThat doesnât mean I canât pull them off.â
âCome here,â he mutters, sighing when you nuzzle his chest, cradling your head between his hands. He ponders what to say, what to do next, but no clear idea sounds promising.
And so it gives you the chance to speak up: âYouâre not getting rid of me that easily.â
I hope I donât, he thinks to himself as he brushes your hair away from your face, fingers caressing your temples. I hope I never do.
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Blessed Curse
Aemond Targaryen x Strong Reader Tag List
Synopsis: When a marriage between you and Aemond was arranged and forced by your grandsire, conflicting emotions arise, but which one will loom greater? Loathing or Love?
Warnings: Enemies to Lovers Trope, ÂżSofter Aemond?, Arranged Marriage, Jealousy, Mature, 18+, P in V Sex, Fingering, Oral Sex (F receiving), Targcest, Not ProofreadÂ
Word Count: 6,803
A/N: Final tribute (maybe) to Season 1 Aemond, you have fed us with your crumbs for the past two years. Based on a few anonymous requests where they wanted a prequel of 'Loathe to Love.'
Aemondâs frown severed as he looked through the window and watched as you and your kin exited the wheelhouse. He felt his sneer severe as he spotted a look of dissatisfaction adorned your plain face as you had realized the lack of welcome provided for your kinâs return. âSpying, brother?â Aemond jumped in his spot, his sister taking him by surprise as she appeared by his side. âI am not,â he said defensively, and Helaena only hummed, gazing below as the day of your awaited arrival had arrived. âThen why have you been waiting by this window since the morning?â Helaena asked, and Aemond clenched his jaw and stayed silent, not giving a response to his sister.Â
âCome, join us, Mother, and I shall greet them,â Helaena invited, and Aemond shook his head, scoffing at his sisterâs invitation. âIâd rather not subject myself to their⊠treasonous presence,â He said, and Helaena sighed, walking away in silence.Â
Jacaerys raised his gaze and caught the sight of a silver prince looking down upon them. He warily traveled his oak gaze to you, who stood by the side of your stepfather. âShould we not tell her already? How long must we keep her in the dark about our true purpose here?â Your brother whispered to your mother. âYour grandsire shall be the one to tell her. The king must be the one to impart to her his wishes and orders,â Your mother sighed, guilt heavy in her heart as the whole of your family had kept the true reason for your return to Kingslanding from you.Â
âHelaena!â You called out in excitement as you entered the walls of the keep, your aunt, along with her mother, welcoming you. Helaena smiled widely at you as you took her into an embrace; though you had a distaste for the capitol, Helaena was the only one you were actually excited to see once more. âHow are you?â You asked, paying no mind to the tense conversation between your parents and the queen. âWell. I am glad of your return,â She smiled, and you only smiled as well as you could not lie and agree with her statement. âIâve been told you now have three children,â You tried to converse, and Helaena nodded. âI do; little Maelor arrived just two moons ago,â She confirmed, âWould you like to meet them?â Helaena asked, and you eagerly nodded, slipping away from your kin who were to venture to your grandsireâs chambers.Â
Aemond stalked the halls and watched behind the pillar as you walked with his sister, arms linked. He rolled his eye as you strutted through the halls as if your mere presence were not damnable. âAre you spying, brother?â Aegon appeared by his side, Aemond being caught off guard for the second time that hour. âI am not,â Aemond spat and walked off, but Aegon still followed him. âI have to admit, even I did not expect our niece to grow so⊠enchanting,â Aegon hummed, looking steadily at his brother to see what reaction his words would garner him. Aemond shook his head, not wanting to concede or show agreement with his brother.Â
âIf youâre still having qualms about this marriage, perhaps it could be I to marry her instead.â Aegon hummed, further testing his brother. âThe conqueror had two wives, did he not?â Aegon added and noted the way his brother clenched his jaw and fisted his fists. âYou are no conqueror,â Aemond gritted and made hastened steps towards the tiltyard to escape his brother. âI do not understand your animosity, brother,â Aegon still followed.
âWere you not so⊠overly fond of her years before?â He asked and made fast steps to match his brotherâs furious gate. âIf I had remembered correctly⊠you had even asked Mother if you could be betrothed to her when you were nine,â Aegon reminded, and Aemond halted in his steps as he was made to recall the instance. âLeave before I succumb to my thoughts and maim you,â Aemond gritted, his hand already clenched around the hilt of his sword. Aegon let out a laugh at his brotherâs threat but retreated because there was a murderous intent in Aemondâs eye.Â
Aemond had a few moments of solace in the tiltyard before you once again began to haunt him. Aemond halted his sparring with Ser Criston as he heard a laugh so melodious he was certain it was brought by delusion. He turned to the side and frowned as he learned that the laugh he had heard came from your lips, the melodiousness he relished upon just moments ago; he now convinced himself it was aggravating. The prince huffed as he saw his older brother standing by your side, Aegon being the reason for your mirth, and Aemond could not help but wonder if his brotherâs actions were genuine or just another ploy to aggravate him.Â
âI see your intended has arrived,â Ser Criston stated as his eyes went towards where the princeâs gaze was placed. âAye, she has,â Aemond gritted and shook his head, twisting the sword in his hands and urging himself to continue training. âHave you spoken to her?â Ser Criston could not help but ask, curious as to what the marriage order by the king would entail.Â
The knight held no fondness for any offspring of the spoiled cunt they call heir, but he himself could not be so cruel to show any animosity towards you. You were saved from the insults that he had no trouble throwing at your brothers. Ever since childhood, you were kind and gentle and good-humored. You were the only one who genuinely showed kindness to Aemond even if he was being picked on by his brother and yours. You were the only one who never cowered away from Helaena and her odd demeanor. You were the only child of Rhaenyra that the queen and her sworn protector could tolerate. It also bodes well for you that you were not present during the ambush in Driftmark. Instead, you were sound asleep next to your aunt as her brotherâs eye was cruelly taken.Â
âNo,â Aemond answered, his tone held disgust that the knight was a tad confused by, but he made no mention of it. Ser Criston readied his position to return to sparring with the prince, but Aemond was still wholly distracted by your presence. His frown severed as the smile on your lips did not lessen whilst you kept chatting with Aegon. It would seem his brother would make good with his tease of taking you to wife as well, and though Aemond had no wish to marry you, there was a pestering feeling inside him that savored greatly of jealousy, but he did not wish to admit.Â
The one-eyed prince disregarded his training and walked in your direction. You were in the midst of a laughing fit, but it quickly died as he arrived, the wide smile on your lips lessening. âNiece,â Aemond greeted, the word said through his teeth. âUncle,â you curtsied quickly, and Aegon smirked as the scene unfolded before him. âWell, isnât this nice,â he stated, and you turned your gaze to your elder uncle. âA reunion that is well overdue, do you not think so, brother?â He asked and clapped the back Aemond, who stared daggers at him. You licked your lips as you felt tension now surrounding the air. Aemondâs eye shifted back to you, your gaze lowered, your fingers playing with each other, and your bottom lip in between your teeth. He swallowed thickly as he did not expect a sudden surge of an odd sensation to overcome him.Â
You parted your lips, ready to speak, but a call through the tiltyard caught your attention. âTala,â Your stepfather called; the three of you turned towards the steps and saw the Rogue prince approaching. âGood day, uncles,â You said quietly and curtsied before them before running towards your father. Daemon eyed curiously his two nephews you were speaking with. Daemon offered his arm for you to take as he escorted you up the steps, and judging by the smile that was still on your lips and there was no horror in your eyes, he deduced that none of them had spoken about the true reason for your return.Â
Daemon tried earnestly to contest the marriage. To make his brother see reason and not cruelly tie you with his deformed son. He even went as far as returning to Kingslanding the moment he and his wife received the message of his brotherâs order. But the king had made up his mind. You were to marry Aemond.Â
Two days had passed since your return to the Red Keep, and you were still clueless as to why you and your family had returned. âWhen do you think weâll leave?â You asked Lucerys as he went along with you in the gardens, your younger brother carrying the flowers you picked and were planning to give your grandsire you were still yet to visit. âI do not know, sister,â Lucerys mindlessly said, his focus transfixed on your uncle, who stood by the side, glaring at him with his lone eye. You, however, were oblivious to the presence of a silver prince.Â
Aemond clenched his jaw as he watched you leisurely pick at the flowers. He had been observing you through the days of your return, and he could not fathom why you were not bothered by the whole ordeal as to why he saw no aggravation or anger in you as you both were tasked to marry each other. You exuded an entirely different outlook than Aemond when it came to this doomed union which made him wonder at the possibility that perhaps you wanted it. That you were willing to marry him. Aemond found the possibility preposterous, but it was the only answer to your lax, unbothered disposition. The more Aemond thought about the possibility of your agreement to the marriage, the more it left him unnerved. But it would answer his questions as to why you did not show any outward animosity towards him. Completely civil at any of your encountersâ even going as far as flashing Aemond a ghost of a smile when you passed him by the hall. Were you truly in want of this marriage? Aemond was torn on how to feel or perceive this.Â
âMust we not already tell her? Weâve been here for two days already, and she is still completely clueless about the reason for our return,â Jacaerys asked his mother, who sighed deeply. âAye, I would take she would not appreciate this secrecyâ especially the severity of the situation,â Daemon added, studying his wife who stepped towards a window that overlooked the gardens where you spent the afternoon in.Â
âThe king must be the one to tell her. He⊠he must be the one to tell her his wishes.â Rhaenyra said once more, unable to be the bearer of bad news. She could already foresee the anger, hurt, and fear in your eyes, and it made her stomach pit and twist painfully. She had made a promise to herself that her daughter would be saved from the political marriages most of them were subjected toâ to save her from the heartache and the displeasure of having a husband bound to you not by love but by political gain. But even she could not protect you from such cruel fates. Having no choice but to watch as you would retell the plights of women before you.Â
âThe king has been incoherent for days. The wedding ceremonies they prepared are set in a fortnightâ we must tell her Rhaenyra. She must know of the matter now so she could prepare herself,â Daemon spoke, âPrepare herself to escape,â Jacaerys muttered under his breath, already imagining your reaction that would surely be filled with shock and betrayal.Â
Rhaenyra sighed heavily and shook her head, her hand unconsciously going to her forehead to soothe the throbbing pain as she thought about the matter. âIf my father still has not regained his thoughts by the morrow, then we shall tell her at tomorrow eveningâs supper,â Rhaenyra decided, putting a buffer on the matter, praying to the gods that her father shall regain consciousness and be the one to tell you of his orders.Â
You returned inside the castle walls as the afternoon sun was proving to be too scorching for you. Your younger brother went to the tiltyard, and you were left alone as you wandered around the castle you once called home. You were admiring a portrait hung on the wall, your eyes completely fixed on the bold colors and the detailed strokes of the work that your surroundings started to fade, and you did not realize someone had joined your company. âQuite luminous, is it not, your highness?â You slightly jumped, startled by the voice that made itself known. You turned to your right and saw a son of House Tyrell. âIt is my lord,â You agreed with a small smile finding itself on your lips.Â
Aemond watched the scene steely-eyed behind a pillar as you acquainted yourself with the lord in the empty hallways, unescorted. There was a smile playing on your lips as you two conversed. He watched as the lord started to inch his body closer to you, daring to brush his hand with yours that held flowers in it. Aemondâs already impaired vision burned as he saw a blush rising to your cheeks. The scandal of it! Here you are, a betrothed woman still acquiring and entertaining the attention of eligible young men.Â
When Aemond saw the lord take a flower from your hold and dare place it by your ear, Aemond removed himself from his spot of observation and stomped towards the both of you. âUncle,â You greeted in surprise as Aemond suddenly appeared in the hall. âGood morrow, my prince,â Lord Tyrell greeted, and Aemond could not make the effort to not let his contempt not show. âMy Lord,â was all he replied with, feeling your confused gaze by his left as he stood by your side. âThe Princess and I were just discussing this portrait. I had remarked on its luminosity and shââ Aemond rolled his eye and cut the lord off.Â
âIf you shall excuse us, Lord Tyrell, I must speak with my betrothed. Alone.â He said, voice utterly cold and almost threatening. Your lips agape at his words, your mind unable to comprehend what he had uttered. âWhat?â You suddenly asked as Lord Tyrell bowed towards you before hastily walking away. Aemond turned to you, expression angered. âAre you truly this careless? Walking the halls alone, engaging with a lord without an escort. Do you not thinââ You hindered him from completing his scolding. âWhat are you saying?â You asked in confusion. âBetrothed?â You added, and Aemondâs brows furrowed.Â
âDo not act simple with me; you know perfectly well of oââ You cut Aemond off once more. âWhat are you talking about? Betrothed? What?â You continued to voice out your bewilderment. Aemond stared at you, calculating if the confusion on your face was an act. But as he stared at your eyes, he knew your confused state was genuine. âYou do not know, do you?â He asked quietly. âKnow what?â Aemond licked his lips and looked around the empty hall. Just hours ago, he believed you were in full knowledge of the upcoming union between the two of youâ that you were completely fine with a marriage with him, for he saw no resistance or rebellion. But what is there to resist or rebel about when you are left utterly clueless?Â
âWe are to be married,â Aemond stated, and you gazed up at him as if he had grown three heads. âUs⊠married?â You asked slowly, and Aemond gave a curt nod, waiting for the dread in your eyes, but he was left shocked as you began to laugh. The hall rang and echoed your laughs, Aemond watching you as you clutched your stomach and continued to laugh at the absurdity of it. He scowled as you gasped for air, your laugh still ringing in his ears and riddling his skin with gooseflesh. âYou have an odd sense of humor, Aemond. But I am glad that after all these years, you finally learned how to jest,â you said in amusement, gazing at his lilac eye as you waited for him to break his peculiar act. However, when only seriousness was present in his Valyrian orbs, the smile on your lips faltered.Â
âAre you serious?â You asked, your tone dripping heavy in disbelief. âIt is the order of the king,â he replied, and you shook your head. Aemond clenched his jaw as you still did not believe his words. âWhy do you think youâre here? After all these years of informal exile, why do you think your family was summoned? You and I are to be married.â He explained, frowning at how slow you are to comprehend the situation. Now, the dread that Aemond was waiting for was presented greatly on your plain but pretty face. âI⊠I do not believe you; you are lying.â You say, and Aemond stepped closer. âWhy must I lie about this unsavory matter? What I speak of is the truth. If you do not take my word for it, go ahead and ask your parents, and they will tell you the same thing: you and I are to be bound to one another.â Aemond said lowly, his face drawing closer to yours.Â
You shook your head and stepped back, your gaze still locked with Aemond, who stared at you undeterred, seriousness the only thing on his face. âYou will be my wife.â He stated and watched as fear grew heavier in your eyes, and you ran across the hall in search of your parents. As Aemond stared at your departing figure, he began to wonder if it was satisfying to finally see the fear and rage in your eyes that he had been expecting ever since your arrival or if there was another pestering emotion that he wished not to entertain.Â
âMother!â You called through the halls, eyes already threatening to spill with tears. When you reached her chambers, she and your father turned to you, worry shining on their faces. âMy sweet girl, what is it?â She asked and took hold of your hands. âTell me it is not trueâ tell me he lies,â You almost begged. âWhat?â Your mother asked quietly, not accepting the fact that you now knew of the betrothal. âPlease, youâre not marrying me to Aemond, are you? Thatâs not true, yes? He was just teasing me,â You said desperately, willing your mother to confirm your theory. But as she said no word and only went pale, your knees felt weak, and a pitting of your stomach presented itself greatly.Â
âIt⊠it is the order of your grandsire,â She said delicately, moving you to sit down as your breath had been rendered short through your cries. Daemon watched by the side, his hold on his sword tight as he could not bear to see you in such a state of distress. âNo⊠please, you cannot make me!â You wailed as your mother tried to hush you, soothing you, running her hands through your hair, and patting your back just as she did when you were a child. âPlease⊠I⊠let me speak with grandsireâ he cannot marry me to him,â You pleaded, and your motherâs saddened eyes gazed at you, her warm touch moving to wipe the tears on your cheeks. âIâm sorry, my sweet⊠we have begged your grandsire, implored him that this union could not be. But he had made up his mind, and none of us could alter it, not even Alicent.â Your mother whispered.Â
You sniffled in your seat, your thoughts running with dread and confusion. âWhy did you only tell me now? How could you hide this from me?â You asked in betrayal. Daemon sighed and went to where you sat, kneeling before you. âWe wanted to tell you, tala. To prepare you, but we foolishly thought that we could still alter the decision of the king. We had not told you, for we did not wish to distress you with a matter that we thought we could change.â He said softly, watching as tears fell from your eyes. You bit your cheeks and shook your head, âWhen⊠when must we marry?â You asked in dread. âIn a fortnight,â Your mother replied and felt her heart clench as you stifled a sob. âIâm truly sorry, my sweet girl,â She said softly as you cried quietly in her arms.Â
âIt would appear they hid it from her,â Aemond remarked to his mother as he sat in her chambers. âThey thought they could still alter the orders of the king,â She remarked as quietly as she observed her son, who stared at the fire. âI still have not asked you about your thoughts on this marriage,â The queen remarked, watching as her son clenched his jaw. âYou need not ask; you already know of it,â Aemond answered. The queen breathed in heavily.Â
âThis may not be what you want now⊠but this was all you had wanted when you were a boy,â Aemond shook his head, a scoff leaving his lips. âWill all of you stop reminding me of it? Aye, I did want her when I was a child, but I am a man grown. I do not wish for a marriage forced upon meâ especially when my bride is to be so⊠plain,â Aemond frowned at himself as he sensed hesitancy as he uttered the words that used to roll off effortlessly. It was the truth; you were plainâ your features nonconforming to the house they tried to sell as yours. But you had never been plain the sense of attractiveness, your beauty celebrated throughout the realm, beguiling the lords of Westeros and years before, Aemond as well. Alicent stayed silent, for she could not offer comfort to her son, who was bound to a marriage that was devised for the crown.
When the crown announced your impending matrimony with your one-eyed uncle, mixed reactions were shared. Nevertheless, the kingdom was made to celebrate the event. You tried to hide your frown as your grandfather made you and Aemond parade around the streets of Kingslanding, a picture of unity to be sold to the small folk so they could attest to the new age of dragons.Â
âIs this truly necessary?â You asked your father as you were sitting in a carriage. Aemond was still to board it, but he and his grandfather were conversing. âIt is what your grandfather wished,â You hear your stepfather say, his violet eyes shifting to your betrothed. âBut why? Is he even of sound of mind? I thought others were now tasked to do his bidding; why did they let this happen?â You asked in a plea, ready to jump off the carriage as you felt it jostle and your soon-to-be husband sitting next to you. âBest stop your bellyaching. You are not the only one who is shortchanged with this marriage.â You gritted your jaw at his words, turning to your father wide-eyed, trying to discern if he had heard it as well.Â
Daemon clenched his fist around the hilt of his sword at his nephew, who had the gull to offend you, his precious daughter. âYour brothers and I will follow closely behind. It is only for a few hours, tala,â he gritted, and you unconsciously pouted as your father walked away, leaving you alone in the presence of Aemond.Â
You traced the patterns of your gown as you rode out of the castle gates. When you reached the streets, you straightened your back and plastered a slight smile to appear as if you were somewhat happy with the devised marriage. Aemond scoffed and rolled his eye as you greeted the small folk, smiling at them and giving them a small wave of your pampered hand. He frowned at how much you loved their attention, giving them a pitiful show. âYou might want to lessen the scowl⊠the purpose of all this is to present a united figure,â You whispered as you passed a crowd.Â
âI will not be part of this farce,â Aemond spat and glared at a group of men whose hungry gaze were enclosed on you. âYou are a prince of this realm. You have no choice but to be the crownâs puppet,â You said, with a tight smile as you waved toward a group of women. You feel Aemondâs glaring stare at the side of your face, but you willed yourself to ignore it. However, when the other small folk started to notice the glare of your betrothed, you turned to Aemond with a smile still on your lips, looking at him with your fictitious love-struck gaze, and you wanted to laugh as your act took him aback.Â
Aemond stared into your eyes, perplexed at the look you gave him. Soft, adoring, and⊠he could not name the other element in your enchanting eyes. He had to look away as he felt himself stagger, and his breath was caught in his throat. When the crowd lessened, Aemond returned his gaze to you, the smile on your lips at the look in your eyes gone within a snap. You turned to him angrily, âPlay the part for the subjects, Aemond. I do not expect much from this marriage, and I certainly do not expect us to get along behind closed doors, but when in the eyes of the public⊠best not to dishonor our house with another display of a fraudulent marriage. As all have kept reminding us, this is our duty.â You say quietly, tone bitter and overly severe. Aemond pursed his lips and clenched his fists around the air as the tumultuous crowds started to return once more, and the counterfeit smile on your lips returned.Â
The day all had dreaded finally came. You stared blankly in the mirror as you were dressed like a doll. You were resisting the urge to run through the halls and escape a life of hate with a man who had only loathing in his heart for you.Â
You stood before the door of the great hall, your arms linked with your mother as she walked you down the aisle. âI donât want to,â You suddenly said, cold and clammed hands holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You tried to walk away, but your arm was linked with your motherâs, and she prevented you from doing so. âI am so sorry, my sweet, but not even you are above duty⊠none of us are,â She said solemnly, and you breathed out a previous breath as trumpets sounded out and the doors of the halls started to open. You bit your lip as you planted yourself on the ground, resisting the pull of your mother for you to walk. Your knees felt weak as you took small steps towards your groom, your mother practically dragging you down, her body a step ahead of your reluctant frame.Â
When you reached the end of the hall, and your hand was placed upon your betrothed, you resisted looking Aemond in the eye. Aemond stared you down, the image of you wholly too much and all-consuming. This was all he had wanted. This was the dream he dreamt every night in childhood. You, in a white gown and a veil covering your comely face, and him standing before you as your groom.Â
He could not explain howâ how he had kept up his act for this long. To fake his animosity and loathing just in hopes that one day it would turn true because hoping and waiting for you was only a dream he had. Pretending to hold distaste for you because it was easier than letting himself hope that one day you will be his. But now, all those years of yearning have finally come to an end because before the sun could set, you will forever be bound to him.
âWith this kiss, I pledge my love,â Aemond recited and hesitantly looked toward you. Your hands were cold upon his, and Aemond took a deep breath before leaning in to seal your marriage with a kiss, your first kiss. The deafening roars and cheers of your guests were unheard as Aemond could only focus on the way it felt to kiss your lips. His mind only concentrates on the small taste he had of youâ his entire being immediately starved for so much more than the quick and chaste entanglement of your lips.Â
You and Aemond were silent for the whole feast, a small smile plastered on your lips as to appear agreeable to the hundreds of eyes upon the both of you. You were too entranced to appear joyous that you were oblivious to the strong, calloused hand that had never left yours. Long, slender fingers drawing circles upon your flesh as if to soothe you.Â
You turned to Aemond, his eye on the sea of dancers on the floor. In disbelief that he was still holding your hand. You were in shock that he was willing to keep up the pretense so immenselyâ a pretense of unity that none seemed to notice, for your hands were tucked under the table.Â
When Aemond felt your stare, he turned to you, and you searched for the familiar cruelty and hatred in his eye; you found none. âDo you wish to dance?â He asked, and your lips parted in shock, taking a moment to comprehend his words. You could only nod, your husband leading you to stand. You were silent as he placed his hand on your waist and pulled you closer to his body. The other dancers disappeared to make room for you and your groom, a slow, mellow melody enveloping the great hall as the eyes of your guests were turned to you and Aemond.Â
You stared blankly at his chest, eyeing the metal buttons of his vest, and tried to ignore the erratic beating of your heart. Aemond took in a deep breath, your scent intoxicating his senses more than the wine he had indulged himself for the night in preparation for the later activities. When it was the end of your third dance, you finally spoke, âIâm quite tired,â You said lowly, and Aemond gave a curt nod, taking your hand into his once more and guiding you to your seats.Â
Five more songs passed with you and Aemond in complete silence when your sisters appeared by your side. âSister⊠weâre to help you to prepare for the⊠night,â Rhaena said lowly and cautiously. You feel your stomach drop and your nod. You stole your hand from Aemond and excused yourself before disappearing with your sisters, Aemondâs eye following your frame until you fully disappeared away from his view.Â
Aemond gritted his jaw as he felt his brother clap his shoulder, âAre you ready for the bedding ceremony, brother? I hope you still remember what I have taught.â Aegon teased and took your vacated seat. Aemond stayed silent and downed another chalice of wine, ignoring his brother. âBut it is fine if you are not ready⊠perhaps I could substitute in yââ Aemond turned to his brother with a severe glare. âOne more word concerning my wife, and I will cut your tongue,â Aemond gritted, and Aegonâs amusement only grew. âThere he isâ there is the boy who wanted no one else but our niece.â Aegon grinned.Â
âYou are a great actorâ you almost had me fooled, but no amount of hate you display could make me forget about the little boy who would follow around our strong niece like a lost pup,â Aegonâs grin grew wider, and he quickly stood to walk away before his brother turned violent.Â
Aemond downed another cup before he had no choice but to join you in your chambers. He stood by the door and took deep breaths; the shy little boy in him returned, and he had no idea how to cope. Aemond bit his lip and mustered all his courage to step inside your marital chambers. He knew neither of you could perform what was expected that nightâ as much as he wanted to perform his duty, he knew in himself he could not.
Aemond walked in quietly, his eye on the floor as he entered. Aemond heard shuffling, and he lifted his eye. Lilac orbs placed on a screen divider lit by the flickering light of a candle, your silhouette traced upon the thin paper of the divider as you fixed your shift. Aemond felt his knees weaken, taking a seat on a chair, his eye still fixed on your shadow. By just the outline of you, of your peaked apples straining through your shift and your graceful body turning behind the divider, he already felt pleasure wash through the whole of his body. His cock painfully straining in his trousers, he would think by the amount of wine he had downed, he would be left slack that night.Â
You took in deep, calming breaths as you stepped out of the divider and decided to wait for your husband, but to your surprise, he was already seated in your chambers. You looked at him wide-eyed, having the urge to cover your body, but you reminded yourself that this intimacy was part of your marriageâ at least tonight.Â
Your gazes did not meet as you stood by a distance from where Aemond sat. The crackling fire between the two of you is the only sound surrounding the room. You gulped before you stepped close to your husband, footsteps overly heavy with every step taken in his direction. âKneel,â You hear aemond grit, and you frown at his words, ready to fight his order, but you remind yourself that just for tonight, you will do your duties as a wife.Â
Aemond was left breathlessly as he watched you slowly sink to your knees. He bit his tongue harshly as his eye went to your plush thighs pressed together, having the urge to squeeze them and feel if your skin was as soft as his mind imagined.Â
You waited, wrapped in anticipation of what was to happen next. You shuddered as you felt his cold hand come to cup your face, his thumb grazing your cheek. Your eyes fluttered to a close at the surprisingly gentle touch, your body moving closer to him without any way of controlling it. As your eyes were still fluttered close, you felt the familiarizing way of his lips upon yours. You felt yourself already quivering and you placed your hand on Aemondâs leg to steady yourself. Aemond leaned forward to feel more of your lips, his cold touch placing itself on your shoulder, feeling the bare skin as the sleeve of your shift had dropped off.Â
You moved to part from him, out of breath with the kiss you shared. The taste of him and wine imprinted on your tongue. Rose your gaze to meet his eye, and you saw that the lilac orb had turned dark. Without another word, Aemond smashed your lips once more. Kissing you more fervently and pulling you to stand. You whimpered as you felt him bite your lip and pull down further the thin cover you wore. You were in a daze as his lips kissed your sand, and his hands roamed your body, harshly gripping your behind as he led you to the bed.Â
It was his turn to part your lips. You lay bare on the silk sheets of the feathered bed, his standing before you still fully clothed, and you feel a rush of embarrassment course through you, showing its evidence on your cheeks. Aemond hastily undid the buttons of his vest, eye still locked with yours; he did not miss the embarrassment and perhaps even scandal in your eyes, the tell-tale sign of your purity, and he could not help but succumb to more pleasure by the thought.Â
You shifted your gaze as Aemond stood bare before you, the image of him quickly engraving itself in your mind. You bit your lip as you waited for him to shift his weight atop yours, but you were left perplexed when, from the side of your eye, you saw him sink to his knees. You propped yourself on your elbows as he pried your legs open, a deep frown on your face as you tried to comprehend what he was doing. When you noticed his head straying closer to your cunny, your eyes widened in further scandal.Â
âWhatâ Aemond, no!â You say breathlessly and try to close your legs shut, but his hold on your thighs is too strong. âYou told me we must perform our duty, wife⊠let me perform them,â You could only fall back on the plush mattress as you felt the foreign feeling of lips upon your cunt. Aemond sucking upon the pearl of your cunt as his tongue would dart out and tease the bud. You breathed heavily and bit your lip to prevent any sound from being heard, which only made Aemond double his efforts, wanting to hear you be wrapped in utter pleasure.Â
Aemond groaned at the taste of you, palming his length as it already wept, crying to be inside you, but he knew he must prepare you first. That he must savor you like this, for he did not know if after thisâ after this initial duty, when would be the next time heâll have the opportunity to have your cunt against his face.Â
Aemond finally pried a moan from you, smirking as he moved his finger to tease your folds, a louder moan coming from your lips as he teased your entrance. âAâAemond,â You called as he inserted the digit, your body rigid and back arching the sensation. âSuch a tight cunt⊠you kept yourself pure for me,â Aemond hummed and groaned as he felt your legs wrap themselves around his neck, pushing his face further to your cunt. He chuckled, and the vibrations from it made further wetness escape your cunt, your hips, your hips gaining itself upon his face; his finger found a companion, and the digits curled inside you. Brushing against the rough spot that spurred you quickly into your climax. Aemond groaned as he heard your muffled voice moaning his name.
You stared at the canopy bed as Aemond rose to his feet and finally placed his weight upon you, his lips finding yours again. You taste yourself on his tongue, and you cannot help but moan, Amend smirking as you find pleasure in tasting yourself; you were quite sweet.Â
Aemond finally gave in to his wants and aligned himself against your entrance, brushing away your tears that were quick to escape your eyes as he pushed further into your cunt. He was cautious with his movements, not wanting to cause you any unnecessary discomfort. He was patient, waiting for the pained furrowed in your brows to turn to a furrow of pleasure; when it did, his thrust was still cautious. It was some pleasurable torture; he needed more, but he could not be so cruel to present you with such pain.Â
âFaster,â You breathed out as you felt his thrusts were too slow to bring you to the climax you now sought. Aemond was uncertain if he heard you correctly, so he played it safe and kept his initial pace. âAemond⊠please, Iâ I need it faster,â You urged, letting go of any pride in you as your body needed him. Aemond blinked for a moment, comprehending your quest before wholeheartedly obliging.Â
Your moans spewed loudly as his thrusts were deep and fast, his finger drawing circles upon your cunt and supper you further into your release. âOh gods⊠Oh gods, Aemond!â You cried and clawed his back as you came undone. Aemond groaned into the shell of your ear as his own release was quick to follow, his lips finding yours as his seed rooted itself deeply in your cunt. The thought of heirs already festering in his mind.Â
That night, Aemond held you in his arms as you slept. His mind was made; he would do anything for your marriage to prevail, for the past to be shed and be forgotten. For you to be happy and contented in his arms, for he already was. As long as he had you, the only girl he had and will ever want and love, he was perfectly content with this blessing of a marriage they had disguised as a curse.Â
Part Two: Loathe to Love
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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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I feel like Alfred keeps count of every time the kids have made him and Bruce update the house rules. Everyone expects Damian to not be in the list, since he's so uptight but just because he's very strict on his moral code doesn't mean he respects a random set of rules. He's made it a few times to the list including "no murder/maiming attempts at Tim the family" and "a limit of two pets per family member". He gets around the limit by making his siblings "adopt" his pets.
Both Damian and Cass are the reason behind a lot of the addendums to the "politeness" section of the rules. Or, as Jason puts it, the "normal human behavior rules". Problem is: Cass pretends to not know how to read even years down the line, so Bruce ends up giving her an audiobook version.
Now everyone assumes top of the list has to go to Jason or Dick. And to be fair, they do rack up quite a few rules to their name. The infamous "no hanging from the chandeliers" and "No C4 No explosive materials in the manor" are theirs. Dick got most of his as a kid and Jason as an adult.
But no, the top two spots for "most changes made to the rules" are Duke and Tim. They just can't help themselves. These aren't new big rules like the others, but a never ending barrage of addendums to preexisting rules. Like, the book looks like this at this point:
Everyone must participate in household chores
Everyone must do their chores for the day
Everyone must do their chores between 1:00 to 4:00 pm (and never at six am on Sunday)
Everyone must do only their chores at the specified times. It's forbidden to do a siblings chores and argue they should be punished for not doing them.
You can't do chores dressed in an inflatable trex costume
Etc etc
It's gotten so bad Bruce is thinking about making an online list just so he can stop reprinting it. Those two read the book of rules as if it's their life's mission to find loopholes. They follow the rules in the most obnoxious way possible. Stephanie helps them brainstorm from the comfort of her own house, knowing she doesn't have to deal with the consequences.
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