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Spoiled
Tywin Lannister x Wife!Reader
Your husband would never admit it, but he enjoys spoiling you...
In the time youâd been married to Tywin Lannister, to say that there were contentious moments within your union would be an understatement.Â
Perhaps that is why it he seemed unphased when you came whirling into his study early in the afternoon-
âLord husband.â Pushing his study door shut with a healthy -THUD- you turned, and smoothing down a fly away hair, made your way towards your husbands desk.Â
âLady wife.â He returned the nicety without looking up from his seemingly ever growing mountain of papers- each more tedious in turn- all the while reaching for his quill. You beat him to it, and snatched up the feather with a triumphant smile.Â
That caught his attention. Raising an unamused brow, he looked up at you. As you handed him the quill, his eyes flicked over your disheveled appearance.Â
âWhatever caused you to be in such a state, my lady?â Turning his attention back to the papers, he dipped the tip in a pot of ink and gave you a final cursory once over.Â
âIâve been riding.â You breathed out, flopping gracelessly into one of the plush chairs opposite his vast writing desk. Hand pausing, his eyes flit up to your flushed face, and youâd have almost swore his lips twitched.Â
âThat much is obvious.â He grumbled dryly, turning his attention back to his work, surveying his writings. Chuckling softly at his candor, you smoothed down yet another fly away and breathed out dramatically.Â
âAnd what motive had you dashing about the Kingswood, and even now has you put on such a poor tableau before me?âÂ
âPerceptive as always, my love.âÂ
âEndearments while the sun still shines, you undoubtedly want something.âÂ
âCan a wife simply not desire to see her husband?âÂ
That had his hand pause yet again as Tywin turned his attention to your innocent stare. Putting down the quill, he folded his hands under his chin and considered you. âAny other wife and any other husband, perhaps.â He said dryly, matching your doe eyed expression with a keenly observant one.Â
âAs I said, perceptive as always, lord husband.â His eyes softened at your gentle tone, and the left corner of his lips lifted just a fraction. Leaning forward with a hum, his eyes traveled once more over your person, pausing to appreciate the manner in which your riding habit strained ever so slightly across the swell of your bosom before meeting your eyes again.Â
âAnd what does my lady wife require of me?â The dip in the timber of his voice sent a thrill down your spine, and you felt a flush crawl down the nape of your neck. Tywinâs eyes darkened at the change, and he hummed appreciatively.Â
âThe stable master has a litter of pups.â You murmured, licking at your bottom lip to soothe the dryness. His eyes caught the motion, but cooled at your words. Tearing his eyes away from yours with a scoff, he returned to his task at hand.Â
âAnd you felt the need to interrupt my work for that crucial bit of information?â He groused, flicking out a page and sprinkling a bit of drying powder on it.Â
âIâd like one of the pups.â You continued undeterred by his gruff tone.Â
âSo take one, you neednât bother me with such a foolish request.âÂ
âI didnât want to go against your wishes-âÂ
âMy lady, you go against my expressed wishes continually.â He grumbled with no real bite. Your lips twitched at that before his words registered and you brightened.Â
âI can claim one then?âÂ
His eyes flicked up to yours, and narrowed. âSo long as I do not find the mangy curr in my bed linens, yes, my lady, you may have your mutt.âÂ
âThank you, Tywin.â You said brightly, rounding the desk in your excitement and throwing your arms about his neck, pressing a flurry of kisses along his jaw and nose. Tywin grunted as you settled on his lap, but braced a hand about your waist to steady you. âThank you, husband.â You murmured, searching his eyes.Â
âIf you continue to be so appreciative you just may get a new palfrey out of me.â His tone was bemused as he tilted your chin down to catch your lips in a sound kiss.Â
âMy husband spoils me.â You murmur against his lips, failing to keep the smile out of your voice.Â
âThose words do not leave this study.â He grunted, pinching your hip lightly.Â
True to his word, a fawn palfrey from Dorne appeared in the stables within the week. Naturally he had no notion of how the beast had gotten there.Â
#tywin lannister#tywin lannister x reader#tywin lannister x you#tywin lannister x wife!reader#house lannister#game of thrones fanfiction#game of thrones#tywin lanniater fluff#game of thrones fluff#got x reader#got x you
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||INHERITANCE ONE|| t.i.
CHAPTER SPECIFIC CONTENT :: SMUT, ino x reader centric, FWB!ino, granny trying to set us up with âfine young menâ, ino is kinda a perv
âmiss, itâs not that i donât enjoy conversing with you but, why did you call this meeting.â
two men in suits and a little old lady sit in a study. the woman sat at the head, shakily enjoying some tea as the two men watched her. the blonde was the first to speak, the brunette still pulling out supplies from his briefcase.
ânanami, relax a little. a young man like you shouldnât be so uptight.â
her statement made the brunette chuckle a bit as he finally closed his briefcase. nanamiâs face remained stoic, his right eyebrow twitched lightly. the old woman laughed before letting out a long sigh to continue the matter at hand.
âas you guys know, iâm getting old and i donât want to stay in this big house anymore.â
âyou want to sell?â nanami asks, getting ready to pull out financial papers. the old lady holds her hand up to stop him from rummaging through his files.
âno. hiromi, i want to write my will. iâm giving everything to my granddaughter.â
âeverything? money, land, properties, even business ownership?â hiromi asks, clicking his pen and scribbling notes on a legal pad.
âmhm, all of it. iâll call her and we can arrange a meeting for all the legal signatures; i just wanted to make you guys aware of my plans.â
hiromi continued to scribble on his pad, nanami ended up pulling out his laptop and started typing away.
âwhere would you go, miss?â
âiâm old and lonely, i want to go to a retirement home.â
nanami gave her a soft smile. âwell, iâm sure youâll pick the best one.â
âif you donât mind me asking, why is this the first time weâre hearing of this granddaughter?â hiromi asks, eyes lifting from his paper.
âah, well, sheâs been through a lot and lives in the city. doesnât get to visit often.â she says, a small smile appearing on her face as thoughts of you are appearing in her mind.
âoh you guys would love her, so beautiful and kind. reminds me of how i was at her age. she just wonât settle down, you know how you young people are. too focused on your careers to stop and smell the roses. i might have to set her up with one of you.â
the old woman sent the two men a smirk; nanami loudly cleared his throat while hiromi just let out another chuckle.
âiâm sure sheâs lovely, weâll be looking forward to seeing her at our next meeting.â
the two men stood up and went to either side of the woman, helping her up out of the chair. she led them to the front door, saying their goodbyes. she pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts before clicking your name.
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ââŠand he didnât even say th-thank you.â you pant, arching your back even further as you recount the hellish day youâve had. the man underneath you hummed in acknowledgment, reaching up to play with your tit and give it a gentle squeeze.
you bite your lip, eyes rolling back as you continue to bounce in his cock. his other hand rests on the small of your back, firmly rubbing up and down and giving your ass a nice squeeze every so often.
âyeah? what else happened today?â ino asked, tone sweet as honey while absentmindedly rolling your nipple between his pointer and thumb. he looks at you like an adoring puppy as he watched your fucked out face contorting into various expressions of pleasure. his thick cock was hitting just the right spot, causing your legs to tremble every time you rise and fall.
âa-and then the printer broke.â the knot in your stomach gets tighter, making you squeeze your eyes shut and lean forward and rest your forehead on his. The sensation immediately making you forget why you were upset. you sit all the way down, his cock nuzzled all the way deep inside you as you gently grind.
âfuuuck, ino.â you moan. he lets out a low chuckle as he angles his head to kiss along your neck and down to your shoulder.
âyou need some help, pretty?â ino asks, his other hand finally trailing down your back to rest on your asscheek. you can only moan in response as both his hands spread you open further and he gently lifts you halfway off his cock before slamming you back down.
his continuous jabs on your sweet spot make you dizzy as waves of pleasure rush through your body. his muscles flex while he bounces you up and down on his dick. the sound of skin slapping fills the room, mixed with your whines and his pants.
âthatâs it, fuck, there you go.â ino grunts, hips stuttering a bit once he feels the sting of your nails gripping his bare shoulders. the slight pain sends shivers down his spine, his breath going ragged.
âyes! please, please, please, plââ you practically chant before cutting yourself off with a high pitched moan, finally being pushed over the edge.
your pussy has a death grip on his cock as he slows down, letting you ride out your high. ino looks up at your worn out face, skin basically glistening from sweat, and moves one of his hands to the back of your head to pull you in for a gentle kiss.
all movements come to a slow stop, the both of you catching your breaths.
âwhere do you want it, sweets?â ino whispers, slowly pulling his hard dick out of your pussy. you let out a quiet whine at the empty feeling.
âwherever you want.â
he nods and leans in for another kiss before adjusting your positions. he gently lays you on your back as he hovers over you, knees on either side of your hips. he stares at you with hooded eyes, sitting on his heels and slowly stroking his cock.
âf-fuck, youâre so pretty yaâknow?â he rambles as his hand continues to pump himself. still tired and barely recovering from an orgasm, all you can do is hum in response.
with every flick of his wrist, his grip tightens more as he reaches the tip. he bucks his hips as he takes some time to rub his thumb on his slit.
âo-oh shit. push them together for me, please.â he moans out, strokes going faster as he gets closer.
you raise your hands to your chest, pushing your tits together per his request. you look up at him with hooded eyes and the sight makes his dick twitch.
âyou got this, câmon, cum for me.â you coo at him, voice a little raspy from your moans.
âfuck, yes. iâm cumming, iâm cuâah!â
his hot white seed shoots onto your tits as he continues to milk himself dry. he slowly comes to a stop, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. this time, heâs the one to lean down and press his forehead against yours.
he cups your cheek with one hand while his other hand travels to your breasts. he gathers his cum with his fingers and brings them up to your lips. opening your mouth at his silent request, he rests his cum covered fingers inside your mouth. you hum and suck around his fingers before he removes them to capture your lips with his own once more.
you both moan into the kiss, the taste of himself on your lips causing ino to shudder a bit.
a nice shower and some takeout later, the two of you sit on your couch, binging some trashy reality tv show. inoâs really into it, making you giggle at his exaggerated reactions after some particularly juicy drama happens.
âand thatâs how you know he is trashy because why--â inoâs rant was interrupted by your loud ringtone.
âhello? hi granny, is everything okay?â
âhi sweetpea, everything is fine.â
âoh okay, whatâs up?â
âi wanted to ask if you could visit sometime, i have some awfully great news.â
âa visit could fit into my schedule, what was the news?â
âiâm giving everything to you.â
ây-youâre what?â
âiâll discuss more with you once you get here, please do so soon.â
before you could ask another question she hung up. you let out a shaky exhale, slowly turning to ino who had been staring at you the whole conversation.
âwhat happened?â
âiâŠi have to go to my grandmotherâs place.â you mumbled, eyebrows slightly furrowed. you quickly stand to make your way to the room, puling out a suitcase once you make it to your closet.
âis she okay?â he asks, standing up to follow you.
âyeah, itâs just that she said sheâs giving me everything.â
your back is to him as you throw clothes into the suitcase. ino stands at the door, watching u with confusion in his eyes.
âwhen are you leaving? are you going to come back?â he asks, walking further into the room and sitting on the edge of your bed.
you pause for a bit, cursing under your breath. this is too much all at once, you were barely able to process what she said before she hung up. you turn to ino, dropping some clothes into the suitcase.
âiâm going there this weekend to see whatâs up. iâm not sure when iâll be back, donât wait for me.â
inoâs brows furrowed, âwhat do you mean donât wait?â
âiâm not sure what my granny has planned, but i donât wanna keep you hanging if i end up staying. you should find someone else to see.â
âare you sure, because i caââ you interrupt him with a hand in his face, sitting next to him on the edge.
âiâm sure thereâs tons of other women just waiting to get piped by you, donât let them wait because of me.â you say, jokingly elbowing him. he let out a chuckle.
âokay, well if you need anything you have my number. iâm serious.â
you nod while laughing. âdo you mind helping me pack?â ino nodded and shot straight up.
âonly if i get to keep a pair of your panties, you know, for memories.â
you playfully roll your eyes as you stood up. âsure, whatever, you freak.â
a/n :: this is for THE ino fan ever, @inciseleviathan , i hoped yall enjoy. iâm trying to get more consistent with posts i swear. this series kinda means the world to me so please treat her nicely đ©no smut in the next chapter but weâll meet more characters.
#dee.inheritance#dee.fics#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk#jjk fic#ino takuma#takuma ino#takuma ino x reader#ino takuma x reader#ino takuma smut#takuma ino smut#takuma ino x you#ino takuma x you
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Lemon Cakes and a Melody
Just a little something for Celebrimbaby
Pairing: Celebrimbor x Reader
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The hall hums with elegant conversation, laughter that rises and falls like a musical accompaniment to the evening. You stand near the edge of the grand room, hands folded gracefully, waiting for your cue. Distantly, you hear the soft clink of goblets, the polite murmur of courtiers speaking, though your mind is focused on your performance. Tonight, you sing not only for Elrond and Lady Galadriel, but for High King Gil-galad and Celebrimbor, the greatest elven smith. You know it is an honor to perform for such esteemed company, yet the weight of it presses upon you, reminding you of your low-born status, even as the most accomplished singer in all of Lindon.
When your name is announced, all eyes turn to you. You take a deep breath and begin to sing, your voice filling the hall with a melody as delicate as a spiderâs web, weaving through hearts and minds alike.Â
As you step forward, the hall hushes, and you begin to sing, voice soft at first, then rising with each line. The Sindarin words flow like a stream, carrying a melody as ancient as the stars themselves. Your song speaks of the night sky, of love that endures beyond timeâa love like starlight, steadfast and eternal.
âGilith i galad, alfirin na erui,Anor lend e-dĂ»ath, sui aear anuir.Na vĂźr vĂźn perian, gwilith orchal.Boe achen ebeg, sui menel i chĂ»r.
Acharn lĂźn alfirin, bo e-leithia,E-galadh enniad, sui fuin bo menel.Guren na-erui, sui alfirin galad,Na luith maethorath, sui gilith ambarad.â
âBehold the stars, undying and alone,The sun has journeyed, like the endless sea.Our love remains, a cloud high in the sky,Enduring as the heavens, strong and free.
Your eternal light, it guides me on,In a forest reborn, like the night in the sky.My heart holds true, like unending starlight,Beyond all battles, like the stars that die.â
You can feel them listening, feel the quiet stir in their souls. Yet one gaze seems particularly intense, almost tangibleâa burning, quiet regard. Celebrimborâs eyes meet yours, and you catch a brief smile, subtle but sincere. It stirs something in you, a thrill that mingles with the flush of your performance.
Once the song ends, applause ripples through the hall, and you bow your head, gracefully stepping back. Now comes the part you always find hardest: mingling, accepting praise, and standing among the highborn as if you belong. You move among them with poise, nodding and thanking them politely, though the unfamiliarity of the finery and decorum feels stifling.
Youâre examining the tapestries along the wall when you hear a warm voice beside you. âI always enjoy the lemon cakes at these gatherings. Not too sweet, not too tartâdonât you agree?â
You turn, surprised, and find Celebrimbor himself, offering you a small plate with a delicate lemon cake. His eyes gleam with humor, his lips curved in an easy smile that makes you want to laugh. You do, a soft chuckle escaping you before you manage a graceful nod.
âThen the cooks deserve their own applause tonight,â you reply, accepting the cake. His smile widens, delighted at your amusement, and he takes a step closer, his voice lowering conspiratorially.
âI confess,â he says, glancing around as though about to share a secret, âI find these dinners far more bearable when one can anticipate a treat. Yet I must admit, tonight I had another reason for my enjoyment. Your songâŠit was unlike any I have heard.â
Heat rises to your cheeks, and you lower your gaze for a moment, then dare to look back at him, emboldened by his sincerity. âI thank you, lord Celebrimbor. Your praise honors me.â
âThen let me add to that honor,â he murmurs, his tone taking on a gentler, more intimate note. âIt was not only your song that captivated me, but youâgraceful in a way that words can scarcely capture.â
Caught off guard by his charm and the warmth in his eyes, you feel your unease slipping away. âYou must have had too many lemon cakes tonight,â you say playfully, feigning disbelief. âOr perhaps the high wine has clouded your judgment.â
His laughter is soft, but the smile he gives you is genuine. âNot so, though it is bold of you to imply I have lost my wits.â
The evening seems to fall away as the two of you talk, laughter threading through your words. He speaks of his craft, the passion and devotion he pours into every piece he forges, and you share with him stories of your own journey as a singer, the long nights spent perfecting melodies beneath the stars. Youâre no longer aware of the gathering around you, of the low murmurs or glances. The world shrinks to this conversation, to Celebrimborâs lingering gaze, and the soft warmth in his voice.
âIâd hoped you would sing again before the night ends,â he says, his eyes lingering on yours, his expression almost wistful. âIf only for me.â
You tilt your head, meeting his gaze with a smile that feels brighter, bolder. âThen perhaps I will.â
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started watching bells hells tonight. finally i am one step closer to understanding what all this discourse that constantly pops up on my dash is about
#i like laudna already. fun scary lady don't be sad i would love you to be my sleep paralysis demon#i actually like pretty much everyone but yk. she has the potential to become my specialest princess#also looking forward to meet chetney. i've heard the voice travis does for him it's so fucking funny. i need it in my life asap
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birds of a feather . Û« êŁà§ .
{olympic figure skater!satoru gojo x olympic figure skater f!reader}
summary: you and satoru have known each other since childhood, two little birds navigating through life together as you shared one dream in commonâ to win gold at the olympics, you both a figure skating pair as you moved and performed and fell in love as the years went by, both balancing off a trembling tight rope and holding on to keep each other in place, a silent agreement that if you indulged and fell into the depths of the truth of what you were, youâd run the risk of losing your careers and each other, yours and satoruâs biggest fears. but youâre growing, and itâs getting harder to hold back⊠especially for satoruâ that trembling tight rope on the verge of snapping in two.
warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, childhood best friends to lovers trope, cursing, DIABOLICAL ANGST BUT WITH HAPPY ENDING I PROMISE!, mentions of death and loss, mentions of injury and blood, FLUUUFFF, satoru loves loves loves you, SMUUUTT, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it yâall), creampie, pussy eating, dom satoru, pussy drunk satoru, DIRTY TALK, pet names, figure skating, the olympics, true love <3
word count: 22.3k (I KNOW PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE PLEASEâ)
authors note: YYYOOOUUU GUUUYYSSS THIS ONE IS MY BABBBYYY AND IM CRYING NOW WRITING THIS LMFAOAOAO. i hope you all love it seriously i GLADLY worked day and night writing this and iâd do it all over again just to see yâall happy :) THANK YOU for your support it is UNREAL, and like always, I LOOVEEE YOUUU MWAAHHH <333
you first met satoru when you were six at the skating rink.
he was only a year older than you, both of your mothers coincidentally signing you up for the same youth ice skating lessons for beginners, meeting and chatting it up seeing as you and satoru were the youngest in age out of the rest of the parents there and their children, you both automatically put together by your coach and separated from the older kids to do warm ups.
and even though the age difference was only a year, satoru at first treated you like a little helpless tiny thing who needed assistance in everythingâ the cute pink ribbons in your hair doing you an injustice and further implementing the image of a little girl who had no clue of what was going on around her, thinking you were cutesy and he was determined to be your little knight in shining armor when the time came.
until he saw you skate.
what satoru didnât know, was that you were a prodigyâ related to one of the most famous ice skaters in olympic ice skating history, akira, as her talent was blessedly passed down to you through your fruitful system and the lucky processes of geneticsâ chosen as you barely even had to be taught, you catching everything right away by the coach without any sort of slip and fall⊠unlike satoru who was clumsily struggling to even glide through the ice without wobbling.
and little satoru was astonished by you and your talent, his first impression of you drastically changing by the end of the first lesson as he shakily slid across the ice over to where you were, patiently doing little turns on the ice while you waited for your mother to finish up talking to another lady (it was satoruâs mother).
âhi!â he had greeted you, a huge goofy smile on his face as you slowed down and looked at him, returning a shy smile of your own.
âhi.â
âiâm satoru!â he extended a hand, eyes shooting wide as he suddenly lost his balance and slipped forward, on the brink of face planting on the ice as his hands quickly flailed out and gripped the edge of the rink to save himself.
you giggled, tiny hands reaching and holding his arm steady as he tried to regain his balance.
âare you okay?â your shy voice asked, and he grinned through his wobbling.
âyeah! iâm okay! donât worry!â
but he still couldnât stabilize himself.
âmaybe we should sit on the bench?â you suggested sweetly. âso you donât fallâŠâ
âokay!â
you gripped him as hard as you could (which really wasnât a lot for a six year old) and slowly moved with him on the ice, supporting him until you were both out of the rink and seated on the bleachers.
âwhatâs your name?â he chirped, his hands clutching on the edge of the bench as he leaned forward and looked at you kindly, legs swinging.
âyây/n.â
ânice!â he cheesed, looking at you. âi saw you skate. youâre really good!â
âtâthank you.â you mumbled, shy and alarmed that a boy was talking to you.
âwhen did you start skating?â
you looked at him confusedly. âum.. today?â
his eyes bulged.
âhah?! today?!â
you jumped at his outburst, cheeks pink as you quickly nodded.
âwowww!âŠâ he gushed with stars in his eyes. âthatâs great! i saw you doing turns and things. i can barely move on the ice⊠itâs slippery.â
âwellââ you peeked up at him shyly. âmyâmy aunt taught me some stuff⊠but not a lot.â
âyou have someone in your family that skates?â he asked excitedly with huge blue eyes. âhow cool! hopefully i can catch up to you and at least moveâŠâ
âthatâs okay...â you smiled. âi know you will.â
âreally?!â he gushed again before leaning back, nodding his head cutely. âif you think so, then i know so!â
and you giggled at him, your timid wall slowly crumbling down at his bubbly and kind personality as he was a chatterbox and talked to you about anything that had to do with olympic ice skatingâ him knowing so much about it and nearly screaming his head off and panicking when he found out that your aunt was none other than akira, now knowing exactly why you were so good at skating in the first place.
satoru looked up to you. so much so that it was comicalâ seeking your approval over the following years during lessons and not even listening to the damn coach himself as he listened more to you, wanting you to teach him how to do bunny hops or backward crossovers and giving a big fat attitude to anyone else who tried to coach him, whining and snoring away until you and your little bows skated over to him to teach him.
and because of that you spent a lot of time with satoru in and out of lessons, even more than you ever spent with your own friends at school as you clung to him at all timesâ him cheering and encouraging you on when you were shy in certain situations, and you teaching him everything you could about skating and bringing him little bags of strawberry gummy puffs since he had the biggest sweet tooth you had ever seen, you both cemented and stubbornly attached to the hip with neither wanting to let go.
and when your motherâs planned a little playdate at the local outdoor ice skating rink on a chilly december dayâ an enormous christmas tree sitting tall and glorious by the rink with twinkling star-shaped fairy lights and jingle bells surrounding the plaza, you and satoru spinning each other around and dancing and giggling over the murmur of classic christmas songs, they saw the potential⊠an idea sparking in their heads amongst their cooing and picture taking.
you and satoru were both originally put into the ice skating world to train and be independent professional skaters, olympic athletes to be more specific when the time came.
but that concept quickly changed the second you met.
nowâ you and satoru were an olympic ice skating pair, the subject materializing when your motherâs pulled you out from those simple ice skating lessons (you both already way past getting the basics down since your skill combined with you teaching satoru had you both surpassing the class) and paying for a professional couples figure skating coach to get you guys started now and early.
and the both of you were over the moon, especially satoru, as he absolutely adored you and begged his mother literally every fucking day if he could go over to your house or over to the ice skating rink with you to dance, you doing the same and the two of you crying and wailing on the floor whenever times wouldnât work out and plans fell through, your motherâs having to give in and drag you to each otherâs houses so you would both stop crying.
when akira found out you were officially figure skating, she nearly drove into the side of a building speeding over to your house from being out of the country for so long competing.
âis it true?!â she burst through the doors, your mother rolling her eyes after being startled half to death over her bizarre behavior. âis my little niece gonna be a figure skater like me?!â
you gasped excitedly upon seeing her, getting up from your spot on the rug and running over to akiraâs open arms, leaving your coloring book and crayons behind as she swung you around.
âshe started when she was six you know thatâŠâ your mother grumbled, folding various kitchen towels.
âbut you just told me now that sheâs not independent!â akira countered, setting you down and holding you out at arms length, eyes wide and eager. ââbut partner figure skating! like me!â
she shook you. âwhere is he?! your partner! is he here? is he your age? is he nice?â
you perked up and looked over to the kitchen. âoh mommy! satoru should come and meetââ
âhis name is satoru? oh my goodness how cuteeee!â she cooed, pinching your cheeks. âis he handsome? do you like him? do you have a crush on himââ
your little cheeks blazed as your mother threw a kitchen towel at her.
âsheâs eight aki! jesus christ.â
âlove has no limits.â akira wiggled a finger, and you giggled.
your mother called satoruâs place soon after, his mother excitedly conversing over the other line about how the akira was finally back in town and how satoru was gonna lose his mind once he saw herâ you knowing he was the biggest fan and sometimes told you facts during lessons that you didnât even know about your own aunt.
and when they finally did arrive, satoru was stiffâ frozen in place with tight arms at his sides by the living room as his alarmed big blue eyes looked at akira with a sickly pale face, you snickering behind him.
âhi satoru!â akira greeted, leaning down with her hands on her knees to look at him at eye level. âitâs nice to meet you! y/n tells me you like my skating?â
âuâuhuh.â he responded dumbly, and you slapped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing, knowing satoru would cry and whine about it later if he heard you.
âthatâs great! iâm happy you skate too⊠and with my niece i should say!â she spoke kindly, ruffling his snowy colored hair up and standing upright, placing her hands on her hips and looking like a straight freaking superhero in satoruâs eyes. âyou wanna compete in the olympics?â
âuh huh.â
a laughing breath hurled from your throat and your cheeks puffed up like a squirrel, clasped hands still over your mouth and face going red from how hard you were trying to keep it in.
âthatâs what i like to hear.â she smiled, a shiny impressive one as satoru still stood there in a stuck daze.
âwork hard okay? the both of you. so you can catch up to me someday, yeah?â
your hands slowly fell from your mouth then, eyes filled with admiration and determination as you both eagerly nodded, looking at each other hopefully.
âyou thinkââ satoru stammered, looking at akira. âyou think we can⊠win three gold medals like you?â
âoh absolutely!â she shrugged. âi donât doubt it at all.â
you and satoru gushed, glittering little eyes as you stared up cutely at akira, her giving you both a silly grin.
âhow long have they been doing partner work?â she asked your mother suddenly, watching the way you and satoru chattered then excitedly about the actual possibility of competing for the olympics someday.
âmmm, i wanna say for about a year and a half? maybe two?â she looked over at satoruâs mother, who nodded in agreement. âtheyâre with a coupleâs figure skating coach right now.â
akira hummed and shifted her gaze back down between the two of you.
âiâm training them from now on.â
both mothers froze, eyes wide as they stared at her.
you and satoru hadnât even realized what she said, still caught up in your little bubble of the olympics and metals and competitions until your mother caught your attention.
âdid you hear?â
you shook your head. âhear what!â
âakira wants to coach you and satoru.â
his jaw dropped and he nearly passed out on the floor, you quickly grabbing his shoulders as he reeled over.
âareâ are you sure?â your mother continued, looking at her sister now. âarenât you busy? i thought you were only here for the weekend.â
she waved her off. âi need a break from skating for a little⊠at least until the next olympics.â
akira turned to you then and smiled warmly. âand i wanna coach my little niece and her new buddy! if thatâs okay?â
âyesyesyesyes!ââ
both you and satoru bounced up and down and cheered, arms up as you tackled and hung off of akira like a jungle gym, her laughing and smiling big at your enthusiasm.
akira was the most important figure in your life, right next to satoru as she became a mother figure to the both of you as well as your mentor.
and training with her was not easyâ your age not an excuse at all whatsoever in her eyes to not learn proper figure skating moves and technique, saying it would only serve you right in the end if you started adapting your bodies to it now rather than later.
and like most things, akira was right. but even though practices were grueling and tough to the point where you had to drag satoru across the ice to get up, she always tried to make them fun in the endâ cracking jokes and teaching you guys silly little tricks that you could do with each other on the ice that she figured out over her years of skating with her partner, taking you both out for ice cream frequently after and telling you of her travels competing around the world, the people sheâd met, and the titles sheâd wonâ all things that were you and satoruâs ultimate dream as you listened eagerly.
by the time you were twelve and satoru was thirteen, it was obvious you guys were meant to be olympic athletes together.
âyou need to pick your leg a little further up on the spin, toru.â
he stuck his tongue out. âsays who.â
âsays me.â you poked his cheek. âand iâm pretty sure aki told you before she left too.â
âyes maâam!â he nodded, gliding a bit further away from you on the ice before picking his momentum up and reaching you, him bending his knees and wrapping his arms around your torso as you both went into fast spins, one leg extended for the both of you as your arms gripped over his shouldersâ practicing the routine akira had given you for your upcoming competition.
âyeah like that!â you smiled, spins gradually slowing down and satoru coming back up from his bend until you both stood still on the ice. âgood job toru!â
he grinned and ruffled your hair. âthanks!â
âmhm!â you responded, turning and skating away to the edge of the rink to hide the blush that was rising in your cheeks.
âwhat?!â he whined. âwhere are you going? do i stink?â
âno!â you laughed, shaking your head. âjust the usual sweat and B.O.â
âaw no!â he quickly skated to the edge of the rink and out before flying for his duffel bag. âi hate being a man i hate puberty this is ridiculousââ
âiâm kidding im kidding!â you called from across the ice, cackling when he stopped and whipped his head over, glaring at you. âyouâre fine toruâ not stinky.â
âwell youâre stinky for putting me in distress how about that?â he huffed, an eventual smile playing at his lips as he put down his duffel bag and went inside the rink again.
akira was currently on her way to compete at the olympics for her fourth gold medal in partner figure skating, you and satoru having no doubt in your minds that she was going to absolutely clear everyone else there and get it, as sheâs never gotten silver or bronze or anything lower than that.
âwhen do we fly to see aki again?â satoru called from across the ice, gliding to and fro in figure eights. âdonât say tomorrow morning because i havenât started packing yet heh⊠oops.â
you giggled. âit is tomorrow morning, dummy.â
âno!â he stopped and shoved his hands in his hair. âi havenât even started planning my outfits! oh i was gonna take so many pictures what am i supposed to do nowââ
you laughed loudly and skated back over to him, hands wrung behind your back as you looked at him cheekily. âyouâre silly toru. outfits for what? literally just show up.â
âitâs not everyday we leave the country y/n!â he whined. âi wanted to sport my best and look cool, dang it.â
you playfully rolled your eyes and lifted your hand, patting his head.
âiâll show up in pajamas and you show up in yours, and weâll call it a day. hm?â
he grinned.
âmatching? or seperate? and what color? plaid?â
âtoru!â
he laughed and skated past you, nudging your shoulder with his in the process. âiâm just messing with youuu, matching obviously!â
satoru came back around, reached up and straightened the ribbons in your hair, little white bows sitting pretty as a blush rose to his cheeks when he was done.
âwanna run it three more times and call it?â he suggested. âi wanna make sure i get what you told me down before we go.â
you smiled and quickly nodded, taking satoruâs extended hand and skating together to first position.
watching akira win gold in person for the first time in your life was an experience youâll never forget.
and she did it fucking beautifully.
with every precise move, with every articulate angle you and satoru screamed and yelled like crazy people in front of the rink while waving around your countries tiny flags, cheering with fat tears rolling down your faces when she successfully landed each time, holding each other so tight with mushed up cheeks throughout her routine with her partner and still in anxiousness when the time came for revealing final scores.
no one could skate like her. absolutely no one as she speedily glided across the ice and spun, prepped herself for the hardest most impressive turns you had ever seen in your life, and performed a quadruple axel rotation in the air all on her ownâ things that have always earned her the highest scores for three successive olympic years.
and four nowâ because when akira and her partner stepped up on that podium, you and satoru had to basically be yanked back by your mothers with the way you both tried to jump over the edge of the rink to her, her standing there like a beacon of light on the first place podium, a gold medal hung rightfully around her neck with flowers in her arms as she smiled so so big and happily, her eyes not once leaving you and satoru.
eventually when the ceremony was over, amongst all of the buzz and the crowd roaring and picture takingâ akira quickly skated over to the two of you and leaned on the edge of the rink.
âakiiii!â you both wailed and flung your arms around her neck, her giggling and hugging you both back as best as she possibly could despite the mass amount of bouquets in her hands.
âdid i do okay?!â she yelled over the noise.
you both pulled back and looked at her like she was insane.
âdid you do okay?!â you gawked.
âakiâ you won a fucking gold medal!â satoru yelled.
âHAH!â she laughed loudly. âdonât say that word in front of your mommy satoru sheâll chop my head off and kill me!â
you both giggled uncontrollably.
akira leaned her head in then and you and satoru followed through, all three foreheads resting against each others.
âlisten to me for a second.â she started. âyou guys are birds of a feather, okay? you need to stick together and fly together as one.â
she let you both go and dropped the bouquets she was holding on the icy floor before placing a hand on yours and satoruâs outer cheeks, bringing you in. âdonât fight. donât separate. donât leave each other. you need to keep each other and what you have safe.â
you both quickly nodded, tears funnily gathering at the corners of your eyes at what she was saying, and she smiled.
âyes partner figure skating is about chemistry and technicality, but itâs about love⊠and sometimes just that. without genuine love, nothing will click.â she let your cheeks go and grabbed her shiny gold medal, holding it up. âthis will be yours. i promise you.â
akira put down her medal, wiping both yours and satoruâs wet cheeks. âbirds of a feather. stick together. keep each other safe. do you understand?â
the two of you sniffled and nodded.
âand i need to stop cussing in front of you guys during practices, donât i?!â she smiled warmly, and you and satoru shook your heads frantically.
âno keep doing it!ââ
âitâs funny please!ââ
ever since akira told you that, it became you and satoruâs thing.
before and after every competition, with every hello and every goodbye at the beginning and end of the day, throughout the hours randomly whenever you both felt like it, youâd lock pinkies and reiterate âbirds of a featherâ before kissing your thumbs and locking your promise in placeâ another one of the many other ways youâd show that you loved each other.
but whether it was platonically or romantically remained unknown until you both hit high school.
perhaps it had always been romantically⊠that you werenât exactly sure of. but the way you and satoru had been treating each other since you were literally the age of six, made the technicalities of what it was blurry and a little confusingâ for you couldnât even remember when it was that you started loving satoru.
maybe it was that very first day when he skated over to you, wobbly and clumsy with a cheesy smile.
and as if it wasnât already confusing enough of what the two of you were, the way you acted made it ten times worse.
but youâd been that way since foreverâ embracing each other a little longer than you should, innocently kissing each others cheeks and heads and hands, calling each other pet names and being each otherâs dates to every single school danceâ
but it was all harmless. not a single bad thought behind it and doing it like a reflex.
it was like you both were line balancing across the thinnest tight rope known to mankindâ flimsy and unsteady, always on the verge of toppling over and falling completely into the darkening depths of the truth of what you were, but catching each other just before you did to regain balance back on the rope.
neither of you said it, but if you and satoru ever dared to be anything more than friends, and if something were to happen where you had to break upâ youâd lose your first love, your best friend, and your entire career all in one.
the consequences were too drasticâ you both knew that.
and you didnât want to break your promise⊠so you acted blind to it.
by the time you were seventeen and satoru was eighteen, akira started training you for the international skating union competition to earn a spot for the olympics.
wellâ she actually started when you were about fourteen, but as the years progressed, her coaching and critiques got increasingly more difficult and nitpicky as well as the moves she taught you, wanting you both to build endurance to it and perfect it so that by the time you reached the age requirement for the olympicsâ it would be easier to train for it and be formidable competitors against the other pairs.
you and satoru wanted to be olympians more than anything else in your lives, and akira knew just how important this was for the both of youâ making it her absolute mission to help accomplish solely that as she saw herself through the two of you.
your dreams were just like hers, and she respected and nurtured the fact with everything that she had.
âup! aaand up! and take herâ throwâ land oh shitââ
just as you had landed a semi complex throw jump, you lost balance and landed right on your ass, sliding across the ice on your side.
it was rare when you fell, and you absolutely despised when you did.
âfuck!â satoru quickly skated over to you and knelt down. âare you okay?!â
âwhy canât i land that man?â you whined, covering your eyes.
akira smoothly traveled over to you both.
âitâs okay! we just learned it today sweets likeâ right now⊠youâll have it down in the next five minutes.â satoru smiled softly, carefully helping you up on your skates and checking you over.
âdonât overly punish yourself, y/n.â akira reached and pinched your cheek. âi love that youâve always been so serious about your technique, but you have to leave room for error my love or else youâll choke yourself out.â
satoru ran a soothing hand along your back and you smiled cutely up at him, his heart jittering so much from it that he had to quickly retract his arm.
you nodded, always taking satoruâs and akiraâs words seriously like inscriptions to a stone wall. âokay!â
he grinned and kissed the side of your head before taking your hand and leading you to first position like always.
akira smirked.
âare you guys together yet!â she blurted from across the ice and you both choked as she skated over.
âare weâ are weââ you stammered.
âwhat?â she breathed out, placing her hands on her hips. âare you at least in love?â
satoruâs blue eyes bulged open with a furious pink tint to both of your cheeks.
âaki!â you whined, embarrassed. âstop itââ
âhave you guys at least gone on one date?â
satoru pouted. âno.â
âiâmââ you played with your fingers. âiâm going on one todayââ
âyouâre what?!â he whipped his head in your direction, eyebrows furrowed.
âyeahâŠâ you looked at him. âiâve never gone on one and some guy at school asked me so iâ i just thoughtââ
you thought itâd do you some good, since the one you wanted you couldnât really have.
âare you actually..?â satoru trailed off, an unfamiliar strike of something in his chest making him a little upset.
but he knew damn well what it was.
âbutââ akira stared at you wide eyed, pointing at satoru. âbut itâsâ itâs supposed to beââ
âaki!â satoru quickly grabbed her arm and lowered it, eyes snapping to you next. âis it that one guy you told me about? from your english class?â
âuh huh.â you fidgeted. âhe asked me again and i felt bad saying no so iâ said yesâŠâ
satoru swallowed, nodding.
âoh you big dummies!â akira groaned. âweâll talk about this later or else iâm gonna go into fucking cardiac arrest from frustrationââ
she skated off to the edge of the rink and out, leaning on it from the outside with her head dramatically hung.
you both got into starting position, but you faltered when you noticed satoru was oddly quiet and stiff.
ââŠtoru?â
he blinked down at you. âhuh?â
âyou okay?â
âoh!â yeah.â he smiled weakly. âiâm fine baby.â
âyou sureââ
âwhat time is your date?â
you gnawed at the inside of your cheek. âitâs a bit after this... i told him to just give me time to shower and get ready.â
âif he canât accept you stinky then heâs not for you.â he shook his head in distaste. âheâs already failing in my eyes sweets absolutely flunking. maybe you should cancel it? yeah i say cancel itââ
you laughed, heart in your throat as your eyes gleamed up at him. âi can barely accept you stinky so i wouldnât blame himââ
âhey!â he placed an exaggerated hand on his chest. âitâs not my fault i literally put my heart and soul out on the ice just for you to skate all over meââ
you gasped offendedly. âi donât skate all over youââ
âdo too!â
âdo not!â
âdo toââ
âyou guys!â akira called. âyou know i love it when you guys love on each other it makes me so happy and envision your wedding but right now we have to grind!â
you both froze up and snapped your heads in her direction with red faces, whining.
âaakkiii!ââ
you practiced what you had of the routine a couple of more times, a few new moves and jumps added after each run until akira called it a day upon noticing you and satoru were practically sweating your asses off and messing up several times out of exhaustion.
âgood job today you guys!â she smiled, patting you both on your shoulders. âi feel like the next time we meet weâll have the choreography down... from there we just need to perfect it and you should be good for the next competish, okay?â
you both nodded and thanked her, sweet smiles on your faces as she reached up and pinched a side of both your cheeks.
âmy little babies.â she cooed. âoh how youâve grown! you guys were so little when we started now satoru is huge man jesus christââ
she lifted her hand and reached up to measure satoruâs height from his forehead, her passing it over the top of her head and eyes widening at the huge gap.
he laughed and puffed up his chest. âi got big and strong too aki see?â he flexed an arm. âsee? eh?â
âthat you did!â she laughed brightly, ruffling up his hair. âthe strongest.â
you giggled and skated over to the edge of the rink to pack up, internally panicking a little that you guys went overtime and it was almost time for your date.
âsatoru..â akira whispered, looking over her shoulder to make sure you werenât listening. âwhatâs going on? you still havenât asked her out? i thought you said you were gonna do it.â
âno..â he mumbled. âbut we canât. and she knows that too soâ so what am i supposed to doââ
she gawked. âdo you not see whatâs happening?! sheâs gonna go on a date with someone else! off with this stupid fear you guys have already seriously.â
âwe caanâtt aki.â he pushed sadly. âitâs too risky.â
âbut itâs not though!â she threw her arms out. âyou guys have known each other since practically birth i feel like if it wasnât meant to be you wouldâve separated by now!â
satoru gnawed at his bottom lip in thought, eyes trained to the way your bows moved in your hair as you swung your duffel bag over yourself, smiling softly once he realized you had kindly packed his things for him too as you sat on the bench and waited for him to take you home.
akira sighed.
âitâs not my place to tell you guys what to do⊠but love has no limits. you know that.â
he nodded, smiling weakly at her as they skated out of the rink and prepared to lock up, akira hugging you both goodbye with a family kiss to your cheeks and you separating ways with her for the day, but not before her reminding you guys of practice tomorrow and that she loved you over her shoulder.
satoru was dreading you going on your date as he droveâ the both of you normally talking about random things like always but his mind unable to stray from the fact that you were actually giving some random dingbat a chance.
it was rare when either of you would talk to or date other people, never even as your heads have always been so focused on figure skating and competitions⊠but also on each otherâ taking care and loving one another that you never needed anybody else since you were everything to satoru and satoru to you, and you were both confident that absolutely no one could ever step up to that level.
so why were you going on a date?
but he shouldnât be like this. he knew that. there was a silent agreement between the two of you to never fall off that thin tight rope and keep each other balanced. and you were allowed to see and date whoever you wantedâ something that he probably should do as well to try and get over the fact that youâd never really be his.
satoru pulled up to your driveway and shifted his gear into park.
âthank you toru!â you smiled sweetly, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
âyouâre welcome.â he murmured. âcan iâ can i come in with you? and hang while you get ready?â
you quirked a brow. âi thought thatâs what we were already doing silly.â
âokay well invite me woman!â you both got out of the car and walked up the steps to your front door. âyou canât just assume. what if i was busy? what if i also had a date? hm?â
you gave him a sly grin as you twisted in your keys to unlock the door. âdo you?â
â⊠no.â
you giggled and pushed open the door, the both of you immediately clasping your hands over your mouths to keep your laughs in at the sight of your mother sprawled out on the couch dead asleep with drool coming out of her mouth, the tv softly playing in the background as you quietly shut the door, went up the stairs and into your room.
satoru sat on your desk chair lazily while you quickly hopped in the shower to get ready for your stupid date, staring at the framed photographs on your nightstand that all consisted of you and him over the years, smiling softly at his favoriteâ a picture of the two of you when you were babies, cheek to cheek with huge smiles at the park as you held ice cream cones in each of your hands, satoru more than sure akira was the one who took that picture.
the sound of your door clicking shut pulled him from his thoughts as you walked in, drying your pretty hair with your little fuzzy towel and throwing it in the hamper once you were done.
âoh! i was gonna show you! i got these ribbons the other dayââ you got down on your knees and looked under your bed, sticking a hand in and pulling out a white box as you picked it up and shuffled with your knees closer to satoruâ sitting back on your ankles.
ââi was running out of ribbon so i got these!â you held up the box and satoru took it, examining the various pastel colors with warm eyes. âsome of them are polka dotted and i thought that was cute.â
âit is sweets!â he agreed.
satoru loved the ribbons in your hair, and youâd always wear them without fail because you knew just how much he did.
âi wanna start wearing bows too.â he wiggled his eyebrows, and you giggled.
âare you saying you wanna steal my brand toru?â you picked up a blue roll of ribbon from the box, a color that matched satoruâs eyes. âthought you were an honest man?â
he gasped. âi am an honest man! is it not obvious enough when i help you with your math homework? when i sacrifice my dignity and text you answers during your tests?â
you giggled and unrolled a strand of ribbon. ânot when you eat all of my sweets that you actively dig through my room forââ
âbut theyâre always the strawberry gummy puffs!â he whined. âthey make me a slut.â
you playfully rolled your eyes and stood, grabbing your little scissors and snipping off a piece of blue ribbon from the roll, stepping in front of satoru and leaning.
âwatcha doing?â he asked, placing his hands on your waist.
âiâm putting a little bow in your hair before i leave!â
he hummed. âdonât think itâll look as good on me as they do on you.â
you blushed, taking little pieces of white hair from the top of his head and wrapping the ribbon around, tying it the same way youâve been doing for yourself since you were the age of nine.
you took a step back once you were finished and laughed. âyou look cute toru!â
he raised a silly brow. âdo i still look big and strong?â
âbig and strong and prettyââ
âplease donât go.â
you stilled.
âwhat?â
satoru looked down, his bangs hiding his gorgeous eyes as he did.
âon your date.â he mumbled. âdonât go.â
you placed your hands softly on his shoulders, and his hold tightened a little around your waist.
âwhy?â
âbecause like i said if he doesnât accept you stinky then he canât have you when you smell like vanillaââ
âtoru...â you spoke sternly, softly. âwhy not?â
you didnât know why you were pushing it so much⊠maybe you were trying to see if you could get it out of himâ if he had the will to actually say it unlike youâŠ
and you hoped to god he would say it.
he slowly lifted his head and propped his chin up on your tummy, a sour expression on his face as he puckered his lips to the side like a little fish.
âdunnoâŠâ he muttered, his gaze flickering to yours and a sense of guilt swarming his chest at the uneasy look you had, his face relaxing as he sighed.
âsorry.â he smiled sheepishly, pulling back and letting go of your waist. âiâm kidding you have every right toââ
âmânot going.â you mumbled as you slid your hands away, looking down and playing with your fingers.
âhuh?â he furrowed his brows. âno baby go you should goââ
âi donât want to.â
you never did in the first place. you had foolishly thought that letting someone else in like this would be good for you and help you establish some sort of⊠barrier with satoru so you werenât always suffering so fucking much.
but you were absolutely stupid for that.
all youâve ever wanted was satoru, and doing something to pull you away from the type of relationship you had with him (whether platonic or romantic you had no freaking clue), was not only hurting you, but hurting him.
you didnât need anyone else, truly. all you needed was satoru and his silly smile and dramatic anticsâ to spend time with just him and skate and eat dinner together after practices every night while watching horror movies, laughing so much over his screams that your stomach hurt while he whined about how you were making fun of him.
thatâs all you needed⊠just satoru.
regardless if there was something more in question.
âyou donât want to?â he repeated softly. âwhy?â
âyou know why, toruâŠâ
you had said it so softly he barely caught it, but he did, his breath hitching in his throat.
that was the closest you two had ever gotten to acknowledging it.
you both were silent for a moment, the soft murmur of your tv downstairs filling the void as you looked at each other, tense and waiting for either of you to say something⊠anything.
but it was like the gravity of the foreseeable consequences settled onto your shoulders, and the pair of you could only sadly smile.
satoru stuck his pinky finger out towards you then.
âbirds of a feather?â he murmured.
you breathed out a little through your nose and looped your pinky with his, nodding.
âbirds of a feather.â
he kissed his thumb and you did the same before locking the promise.
for the rest of the night, you and satoru watched a bunch of shitty unknown movies to try and see who would break and laugh firstâ you feeling bad that you had to cancel so last minute on that guy from your english class, but not regretting it at all as you watched satoru scarf down two slices of pizza in one sitting and nearly throw up, you almost falling off the bed from laughing so much and him having to catch you midway down and pull you back up, saying that he was your hero and therefore you should give him your last stash of strawberry gummy puffs as a reward.
it was nearly two am when you and satoru finally settled down, both sprawled over each other on the bed as you stared up at the ceiling and talked about literally anything that came to your mindsâ stubbornly fighting off sleep for whatever unknown reason in the dark.
âyou know this is akiâs last olympics right?â you spoke softly, your arm propped up as you watched the way satoru played with your fingers.
âyeah..â he replied. âi donât really know how to feel about that.â
âme neither.â you shook your head. âbut she said it came at a perfect time because sheâd been wanting to retire for a while.â
and now it was yours and satoruâs turn to try and fill the legacy she had built.
he hummed, delicately interlacing your fingers together as the outline of it through the darkness made you blush and smile, the nooks between his digits blessedly made entirely just for you as your fingers slotted perfectly in each spot every time.
and satoru silently vowed for the millionth time in his life that he would always be your hero and keep you safe, a promise that was already tied into your birds of a feather contract, but needing to repeat it to himself anyways while he listened to the sound of your voice talk about your excitement for the upcoming olympics.
and my god were you excited, the both of youâ looking forward to seeing akira gracefully take home her fifth fucking gold medal like she always did with no repercussions, seeing her fans and the mass amounts of support she got every year with bouquets and teddy bears and picture taking, but also looking forward to spending even more time with herâ for not just practices⊠but for forever, even more than you already did now as you two were greedy and just loved akira.
you were looking forward to forever, the three of you.
until akiraâs accident.
âoh my god iâm gonna throw upââ
satoru hurled over just as you both stepped onto the bleachers at the olympic arena, you laughing and placing supporting hands on his shoulders as you followed your mother and satoruâs to your designated place by the front.
âtoru i told you youâd make yourself sick if you didnât leave that damn dessert table alone.â
âthere were cinnamon rolls baby. cinnamon rolls how on earth could i possibly just walk by a platter of cinnamon rollsââ
âokay!â you giggled, carefully leading him to sit down and ruffling his hair once you settled. âi get it! you love cinnamon rolls.â
ânot as much as i love youââ
âyuck!â you stuck your tongue out and pushed him away by his cheek, him laughing loudly as he shooed your arm away and grinned.
âtoruâ this is the last time weâre gonna be sitting here in the bleachers watching aki.â you mentioned. âisnât that fucking nuts?â
ânow iâm gonna cry and throw up.â
âno!â you giggled and nudged his shoulder. âthen youâll make me cry.â
he smiled and leaned over to plant a quick kiss to your cheek, reaching up and fixing the bows in your hair before looking straight ahead, his sparkling blue eyes staring at the rink.
the crowd roared suddenly and a mix of big and tiny flags of several individual countries waved in the air as you and satoru jumped and screamed when akira glided out with her skates and glittery dress, a huge dazzling smile on her face as she waved at the crowd, her eyes scanning around quickly before they finally landed on you and satoru.
as if she wasnât already smiling enough, it grew bigger at the sight of you both practically over the fucking rink calling her name, her blowing you both a kiss and connecting her hands together to form a little bird, fluttering it up funnily and making you laugh before spinning around and going to starting position with her partner.
âoh sheâs gonna wipe again.â satoru breathed out. âwipe absolute buttcheeks.â
you cackled as you both watched her routineâ incredibly fast paced and technical, filled with spins and throw jumps and lifts as she made it known that it was her last year and wanted to leave with a mark, you and satoru absolutely mesmerized by the choreography as a dramatic symphony of a classical piece drummed through your ears by the speakers.
each move was executed beautifully, you and satoru at the edge of your damn seats as akiraâs partner lifted her by the arms to settle over his shoulders into a split formationâ halfway through the routine already.
âmaybe we could do a move like that for when we compete!â you suggested over the music. âi feel like technically it couldââ
a hand flew over your mouth as you watched akira topple and slam to the ground upon coming down from her split lift, the spinning blade of her partner slicing through her abdomen as her head nastily collided with the iceâ the crowd screaming in terror.
âoh my god!ââ your chest moved frantically and you and satoru looked at each other, horrified faces as you watched the backside of her limp body on the ground surrounded by paramedics, her partner hovering over her in complete and absolute distress.
and there was so much blood.
blood that pooled all around her figure and stained her shimmering dress, blood that wouldnât stop fucking spreading as a stretcher finally made it out on the ice.
âbaby.â satoruâs voice shook. âwhy isnât aki moving.â
âiâ i donât knowââ
âaki!â
you both snapped out of your shocked daze and screamed over the rink and jumped, shoes slipping against the ice as the two of you tried to reach her through your panicked tears and calls, security speeding through and pulling you both back as you watched the paramedics lift her frail body onto the stretcher and away from the rink.
âthatâsââ you sucked in a sharp sob. âthatâs my aunt please let us goââ
âyou need to stay out of the rinkââ
âfuck you!â
satoru shoved security away and grabbed your arm, wishing you had your skates on as you both practically crawled over to where akira was being carried out, not giving a single shit about the way your mothers yelling demanded you back as security had to literally pull you and satoru by the ankles, further and further away from the scene and away from akira until the only thing left was her pool of sickly crimson blood in front of you, you and satoru wailing.
akira died at the hospital later that night.
the collision of her head against the ice brought such blunt force trauma that it caused irreversible brain damage, and with the amount of blood that she was already losing from the laceration of the bladeâ those elements combined didnât give her a single fighting chance at survival, her fate sealed from the moment her body hit the ground.
it was completely unexpected⊠an incident like that had never happened in not just olympic partner figure skating, but figure skating competitions as a wholeâ the severity of the situation so grave that the complex move akira and her partner performed that led to her death was banned from the olympics moving forward.
and you and satoru were fucking ruined.
ruined and crying and clutching over her arms and hands at her hospital bedside, it scaringly cold and stiff and not her usual warmth at all as you couldnât accept that this was your reality, that akira had left you both all alone after not only her initial familial love that youâd gotten since birth, but after nearly a decade of giggles and skating, her picking you both up from school and cussing up a storm because it made you and satoru laugh as kids, buying you ice cream and taking you out for beach days because she said the sun was good for your skin, harassing you and taking a million pictures of the two of you as she uttered over and over again that love had no limitsâ your dream of forever with her cruelly severed over the sport you all loved most.
yours and satoruâs mentor, friend, your fucking mother figureâ was gone.
your aunt was gone. your own blood.
the entirety of that bullshit situation sort of settled into your minds by the time her funeral cameâ painfully holding back tears as your family members gave their speeches and final wishes before the lowering of her casket, you and satoru not saying a single word throughout the entire thing until it was just you and him standing in front of her grave siteâ your mothers waiting for you in their cars.
you both chose not to give speeches. you couldnât.
âtoru.â you sniffled, drowning in your tears as satoru strained to keep his back, lips pulled into a thin line.
âyes pretty.â
âthis is so fucked.â
satoru breathed out a weak laugh and let a couple of tears slip down his cheeks, wiping them with the sleeve of his black suit as he grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers, squeezing it.
âdiabolically fucked.â he responded.
there really wasnât much you could say at that moment in time, the two of you staring at the carvings on her tombstone as the wind softly blew over the petals of her flowers and letters, the day cloudy and cold and just fucked as you silently choked back sobs and whimpers, satoru lamely trying his best to stay strong for youâ be your hero as he pulled you into his chest and squeezed you with everything that he had, nose buried in your hair as his tears fell and dampened a few strands.
âbirds of a feather, toru.â you spoke softly, both of your frames shaking as the saying itself came from none other than akira.
he firmly nodded, lifting his head and kissing your cheek twice hard before looking at you.
âbirds of a feather sweets.â his red teary eyes made your heart ache. âyou canât leave me too, okay?â
you scoffed and wiped your eyes, a sad smile on your face. âi could never⊠you know that.â
it didnât really get easier from there, as everything in your lives reminded you of akira.
and though your mother was grieving the loss of her sister, she wanted to be left alone, and the only person that really understood the level of mourning you were on was satoruâ him always there in the blink of an eye when you would call him in the middle of the night crying your eyes out while he held you, or when broken sobs wrecked through satoruâs trembling body as he cried into your chest while you held him and vice versa, endless amounts of âi miss herâsâ and âbring her backâsâ as you took turns depending on the day rolling on the floor unable to physically breathe over the loss as you tried to anchor each other back to normalcy, wondering how the world could be so cruel and continue spinning when youâd just lost half of your hearts.
but it did. it continued to spin and turn and carry on as you and satoru day by day tried to patch over what happened, be there for each other and heal each other as you graduated high school and caught up with satoru in college, still together and still in your stupid limbo of âis there something moreâ except worse, and still inseparable three years later after akiraâs passing.
it didnât hurt any less, but the days definitely got easier⊠some harder than others as the time you spent with her became cherished distant memories, feeling eternally grateful for the way she raised and took care of you, for the work she had done, and for the legacy she had built for figure skating olympians around the world.
and because akira was so good and taught you both just as so, satoru and you had a little name of your own as youâve been sweeping competitions since the age of thirteen, ninety eight percent unbeatable and competitive as other pairs always knew who you were the minute you stepped onto the ice, eager and curious to see if you would make it into the olympics when the time came just like your mentor had done.
some deemed it cheatingâ unfair due to the fact that you had a four-time gold medalist olympian training you since childhood, but that assumption quickly diminished after her passing when you both continued to wipe competitions and take trophies home purely based on your talent.
and you both agreed to continue your careers without a coach, a decision that didnât even need to be thought twice overâ and you were twenty and satoru twenty one when the time drew near to try for the olympics.
finally.
âmy legs are gonna fall off and my balls are gonna droop to the icy floor if you donât give me a kiss right now.â
âtoru!â you giggled loudly, pushing his face away as he puckered up his lips and made obnoxious kissy noises, pulling you in by the waist. âtoru focus weâre on a time crunchââ
âtime crunch where?â he whined, stomping his blade down on the ice. âweâve been at it for so long already iâm cold iâm thirsty and i think we should go to that cute christmas festival patch thing you told me aboouuttt!â
âright now?â you asked. âi donât know toru⊠i had a set goal for us tonight and if we donât get itââ
âoh you damn perfectionist.â he scowled, letting you go and quickly skating to starting position. âfine.â
you gave him a knowing smile and skated over to his dramatic sulking figure, kissing his cheek softly and wringing your arms around his neck, pulling him in.
âletâs run it three more times and then we can go to the festival, okay?â
he jumped up like a little kid, eyes hyper and wild. âreally? honestly? truly?â
you nodded, gleaming up at him.
âis this a prank?â
âjesus toru youâre making me think iâm keeping you hostage here with how excited you areââ
âyiiippeeeee!ââ he grabbed your upper thighs and lifted you before spinning on the ice, the both of you laughing as he roughly turned until he gradually came to a stop, big goofy smiles on your faces as he did so.
satoru loosened his hold as you slowly slid down against his body, faces close and lovesick as his half lidded eyes looked at you, lips stinging to plant directly over yours after so many years of hopeless pining and avoidance, still refusing to acknowledge the situation, but it glaringly obvious at this point.
âwhat?â you whispered, your eyes fixed on his lips as your blades touched the ice again.
he softly shook his head, blue eyes greedily drinking in your pretty face as he retracted a hand from your waist and brushed his palm over your hair adoringly, hand raising to cup your cheek gently.
was he about to�
you swallowed, hands gripping his black t-shirt as you waited⊠anxious, hoping that he would do what you thought he was about to do.
but satoru squeezed his eyes shut in a grimace and quickly kissed the corner of your mouth before turning his back to you and skating to starting positionâ leaving you incredibly dumbfounded and disappointed.
satoruâs skin felt like it was on fucking fire as he looked at your stunning doe eyes blinking at him from across the rink, heart pulsing uncontrollably as you slowly skated to him and got into position, neither of you uttering a word about it as you ran the choreography three more times like you had agreed on.
you and satoru have had plenty of moments like that⊠but lately?
itâs been borderline dangerous with how close youâve gotten to breaking your unspoken rule.
by the end of practice you and satoru excitedly packed up for the christmas festival, more or less stumbling out of the doors of the rink and locking up before throwing your things in satoruâs car and speeding off to the main plaza, cheesy dorky smiles on your faces as you babbled on about all of the things you were gonna do once you got there.
âthe sâmores stand! the sâmores stand!â satoru whipped his head comically back and forth between you and the snowy road. âwe have to go there and get five nothing less and maybe moreââ
âwait! i wanna get some of that hot chocolate we got last year!â you quickly reached and gripped his shoulder. âthe one with the chocolate bits in it! and the whipped cream! and the drizzleââ
âoh fuck yeah how could i forget?â satoru made a turn, the shining glimmering lights of the festival and christmas trees coming into view and riling you both up in pure exhilaration. âi gulped down like four cups of those and then threw up in a bush.â
you laughed loudly and shook your head. âi forgot about thaaaattt! toru you always shove shit in your mouth and throw up we have got to work on thatââ
âno we donât!â he cheesed, reaching over and patting over your hairâ the smooth ribbon of your thin bows sliding underneath his palm. âi love sweets even if they hurt me. what doesnât kill you makes you stronger. where there is no struggle there is no strengthââ
âthe only strength i see is a man hunched over puking his guts out.â
âhey!â he pouted, pulling into the lot before parking and turning off the ignition, the both of you hopping out of the car and locking it as you walked towards the main entrance. âand iâll do it again so what.â
you giggled and interlocked your fingers with satoruâs. âsilly silly.â
the festival was livelyâ huge decorated christmas trees everywhere you went as twinkling fairy lights adorned every corner and direction of the lots premises, several open stands that continuously wafted chocolate and cinnamon and vanilla throughout the entire night that had satoru practically floating through the air following the scent, kids giggling and running around as the soft familiar tunes of christmas music hummed in the background.
âwhat do you want for christmas, sweets?â satoru asked while chowing down a giant sâmore.
âa kiss!â you quipped, giving him a cute silly look as you blew a bit of air over your steaming hot chocolate.
he stopped chewing.
âreally?â satoru spoke with his mouthful. âi can literally give that to you right now câmereââ
âno toru!â your cheeks buzzed a vibrant pink, completely flustered. âyouâre supposed to say a big fat no!â
ânow why the fuck would i do that...â he grumbled, shoulders slumping from disappointment as he took another big bite of his dessert.
you giggled, looking at him apologetically before standing on your tippy toes and licking a bit of melted chocolate from the corner of his mouth.
and he blinked at you, dumb and still as his cheeks copied the same exact shade as yours.
my god.
you were about to turn him into a freak.
âokay now you have to kiss me.â
âwhy?!â you laughed. âyou had chocolate on your face! i was helping you out.â
âyeah right you little minx.â he scarfed down the last bit of his sâmore and threw his little paper tray in the trash can behind him, putting his hands together and shaking off excess crumbs. âthatâs actually the most torturous thing you have ever done to me.â
âdramatic!â you exclaimed, laughs escaping you and increasing as you watched satoruâs flustered face pout and glare at you.
you breathed in deeply and settled down, standing up straight as you took a tiny sip of your hot chocolate and smiled. ânow i feel bad.â
âyou should.â
âcan you forgive me?â
ânot unless you kiss me.â
âtoru!â
âwhat?!â he pushed. âbaby itâs only fair! really! just once and thatâs it. a harmless peck nothing more we arenât doing anything crazier.â
you gnawed at your bottom lip in thought.
technically he was right⊠it was just one little peck, entirely harmless and cute and wouldnât have you both falling off of that thin tight rope you guys were still balancing off of.
this would only shake it a little⊠but then youâd be fine! right?
you were too far gone in the considerations of his proposal as you looked at his absolutely breathtaking blue eyes and face, somehow looking even more angelic as his pinky cold cheeks and nose and scarf covered neck did nothing but make you fall deeper in love with him than you already were.
how someone could look as good as satoru was beyond you.
âjustââ you peered up at him. âjust one peck okay?â
his eyes widened.
holy shit.
âyes!â he breathed out. âyes yes just one.â
âtoru.â you spoke sternly. âiâm serious.â
he frantically nodded, arms already snaking around your waist and bringing you in.
you both couldnât believe it.
you were about to have your very first kiss.
the two of you leaned in thenâ softly, timidly, afraid as satoruâs chocolate breath fanned against your nostrils and filled your lungs, lips coming closer and closer until they met in a simple, solid, tiny harmless peck.
satoru felt like his veins were about to pop and explode at the feeling of your delicate soft lips finally on his, the feeling actually fucking unreal as his fingertips went numb and his body tingled all over.
but it quickly became clear that it was not just one harmless peck.
because when it was supposed to be the time for you both to pull away, you and satoru only opened your mouths and kissed deeperâ eyelids blissfully closed as your lips smacked so slowly and tenderly, the two of you actively relishing in the moment and just drinking each otherâs mouths in as they moved and shifted, deep breaths through your noses as you daze-fully made out with the faint fuzzy sound of jingle bells and christmas music growing increasingly distant.
you tasted so sweet. just like heâd imagined.
but the moment came to and end when you both snapped your eyelids open in realization and released lips, pupils frantic and wide as you searched each otherâs eyes for any sign of anger since you both had slipped up and did way more than just a peck.
but there was nothing. obviously there was nothing like that as your shoulders relaxed simultaneously and bashful smiles crossed your faces.
âyou taste like chocolate.â he grinned.
you bit your bottom lip in a smile. âso do you.â
âtwins.â
âuh huh.â
âi love you.â
you stilled.
youâve told each other that thousands of times for years, since childhood.
youâve always said you loved each other and have both known it was laced with those unspoken feelings you had, and you accepted that for as long as you could remember.
but somehow⊠in someway⊠it just felt different this time around. profound. more serious.
âi love you.â you responded.
satoru smiled softly and leaned his forehead against yours, basking in each others authentic infatuation for a moment before pulling away.
âcan i get another sâmoreââ
âno!â
satoru ended up getting his second sâmore, and you surprisingly ended up partaking in satoru activities and downed three fucking cups of that hot chocolate you loved so much, your tummy full and about to literally burst, but not really giving a shit as you and him were having so much freaking funâ buying little christmas trinkets from the santa shop and building tiny snowmen in the snowy play area filled with a bunch of kids (satoru literally making a tiny dick for one of the snowman and you immediately destroying it and wacking him), even skating in the rink but purely just for enjoyment and not a single thought of what you do professionally crossing your minds.
you stayed there until it was nearly closing time, money absolutely spent from all the things you bought, but your souls happy and warm as you happily walked to the car so satoru could take you home.
on the drive there, you showcased all of the trinkets you both had bought, a particular one catching your eye that you remembered you hadnât shown satoru yet.
âoh! i got this oneââ you dug your hand in the white plastic bag and pulled out a little snow angel, beautiful and glossy as the angels face blushed and smiled. âat the santa shop!â
âitâs cute baby!â he smiled. âfor you?â
you shook your head. âi got it for aki. for the next time we visit her.â
his heart softened, nodding.
you and satoru tried your best to visit her grave as often as you possibly could, sometimes nearing four times a week to pay your respects and chat with her for a little while, filling her in a bit on your lives to bring back the feeling of what it was like to just talk to her in any way you could, like you had the fortune of doing once before.
âit kinda looks like her.. doesnât it?â he questioned, pointing to the figure.
âit does right!â you expressed. âthatâs why i got it⊠it reminded me of her.â
âsheâll love it.â he grinned, gently running the pad of his finger against your cold cheek before turning his attention back to the road.
you and satoru didnât mention the kiss again as you were funnily still in shock over it, but the butterflies in your stomachs and the sole memory of it did more than enough as you climbed into bed with an already snoring satoru, him sleeping over for the night (when was he not) as you nudged your way under his arm and cuddled yourself in his chest, his slumbered state pulling you in like muscle memory.
you both only had two more practices left before the international skating union competition. once there, you and satoru had to land a spot in the top three chosen by the national olympic committee to earn an official spot in competing for the olympics, a task that was already vigorous and exhausting and nerve wracking, but one you both were more than ready for.
general admittance to competing in the olympics was essentially fourteen years in the making, one that wouldnât have been possible in the first place if it wasnât for akira.
âi think we should add a spin to this lasso lift.â you suggested, you and satoru taking a break from running the routine and standing by the bleachers during practiceâ watching a recently recorded take of your choreography to point out mistakes that flew under your radars.
âa spin?â he asked. âhow sweets.â
âso when you lasso me around into the liftââ you rewinded the video and pointed. âsince youâre holding me up over your head and weâre balancing with our hands, i say you maybe push me up to kind of likeâ propel me to do a triple rotation spin back down.â
âand then from there i catch you?â
âyeah!â you nodded. âand weâre traveling across the ice.â
satoru pursed his lips. âthatâs kind of hard⊠you sure?â
âweâve done worse toru.â you laughed. âi feel like this would give us more points.â
âoh it definitely would.â he nodded. âokay baby.â
âyay!â you cheered. âletâs practice the lift and propel on the mats first because if not iâm gonna eat shit.â
satoru laughed and sat down on the bleachers with you, quickly taking off his skates before standing and kneeling in front of you, untying your laces and slipping your skates off for you as you cutely smiled, him feeling like your little hero and knight in shining armor even if it was for something so minuscule.
he loved doing things for you.
in the middle of you and satoru practicing the move on the mats, your mother came in through the front doors of the ice rink.
âhi!â she greeted, holding up two wide rectangular boxes. âyour costumes came in!â
âoh thank god!â you breathed out, satoru setting you down on your feet before you both ran to see. âi thought they werenât gonna come in on time!â
âare they cool?!â satoru tumbled out. âdo they scream please let me in the olympics?!â
you snorted and shoved his shoulder playfully as you unwrapped your boxes, your eyes shining in delight at the sight of your rhinestoned pale baby blue dress, a shade you purposefully picked out as it matched the color of satoruâs eyesâ you lifting it with your fingertips from the box and gushing.
you turned it around and held it up against your frame as satoru pulled his top outâ a white, tight long sleeved low cut v-neck button up that you already knew was gonna hug his yummy biceps so good, the thought of it making you bite the inside of your cheek as he checked over his black slacks.
your mother clasped her hands together, holding it to her mouth as her eyes gleamed over the two of you.
âi canât believe itâs happening now.â she spoke softly, you and satoru diverting your attention to her and smiling. âfor so long it was always just a distant thing you know? but now itâs here. actually.â
âfuck i know right.â you responded.
âlanguage, y/n.â
âbut iâm twenty!â you whined, pouting as satoru snickered behind you.
your mother rolled her eyes and cupped yours and satoruâs chins under her hands.
âgood luck next week, alright? i know you guys will sweep.â she pushed. âmake aki proud.â
the smiles on your faces grew, nodding as she squeezed your chins and released.
âoh! satoruââ your mother picked up her jacket and swung her purse over her shoulder. âyour mom wonât be home for the night her trip got extended until tomorrow⊠you can sleep over at our house if you want so youâre not over there alone? or y/n can stay with you?â
âoh okay!â he spoke kindly. âthank you for letting me know!â
she smiled and nodded, hugging you both goodbye before leaving the rink.
your head whipped in his direction.
âtoru if i sleep over at your house we can watch horror movies and actually scream as loud as we want without worrying about waking anybody up.â
his eyes bulged open. âoh my god youâre right! dibs i get to chooseââ
âfuck!ââ
by the end of practice you and satoru mastered the addition you added into the lasso lift, performing it beautifully on the ice over and over again until it was like simple reflex, calling it a day after a while and packing your things up to drive to satoruâs house.
you both took turns stepping in the shower to get rid of the sticky sweat that lingered on your skin, changing into comfy pajamas after as you tiredly settled in satoruâs big comfy bedâ him flicking through his selection of horror movies and debating which one to pick.
âdo you wanna watch something gory or just horror.â
âgory!â you perked up. âi need to work on not being so queasy.â
âbut you seem fine when i throw up?â
âthatâs because iâm used to it.â you laughed, head resting on his shoulder as he picked a movie and threw his remote somewhere across the bed, his arm coming to wrap around your tummy and pull you in.
it wasnât like the selection mattered anyways, because fifteen minutes into the movie you were already falling asleep, hand resting on satoruâs torso as he continued to watch itâ for some reason still wide awake even after skating for hours.
your sleepy sudden movements from your hand made him weirdly stiffen and relax every single time, your brows furrowing at the feeling and eyes fluttering open when he wouldnât stop doing it.
âtoru⊠are you still ticklish?â you mumbled sleepily.
he stiffened again.
âno.â he answered softly. âwhy..?â
you lazily grinned.
âyouuu suureee?â
terror struck him as he sensed exactly what the fuck you were about to do.
âplease spare me please spare meââ
you jumped on him and tickled his entire upper body, satoru laughing and gasping as he smacked your hands away and twisted and turned, his strong grip making it hard for you to tickle him at one point as you stubbornly swung a leg over his waist and settled over his lap, attacking him while he yelped and screamed.
âbaby!â he gasped. âbaby please! have some mercy is this how much i mean to you?!â
you giggled and finally stopped, hands retracting as you settled them on your hips. âthatâs what you get for lying to me.â
âi was lying for my safety.â
âuh huh.â
you both grinned, satoruâs eyes occasionally flickering down to you straddling his lap with your pretty plushy thighs and blushing, trying to keep his gaze on yours to refrain himself from doing something a little too mental and weird.
but it was too fucking late, because it took no time at all for the blood to rush to his pathetic dick and harden.
surprisingly though, you were the one that was mentalâ the feeling of his cock against your clit undeniable as the uncomfortable shifts of satoruâs waist only stimulated it against your little nub and made you bite down hard on your bottom lip, shaky breaths leaving your mouth as it was getting harder and harder for you to restrain yourself from satoruâs godlike existence.
and your body was just not listening as you timidly rolled your hips over his crotchâ your short shorts criminally thin as you felt just how big satoruâs length was, mouth watering as your palms timidly settled over his chest for stability, grinding on his cock harder.
satoruâs eyes were blown out as he watched you do something soâ so lewd, his mind wandering if you were fully and properly there as something like this was absolutely breaking your unspoken rule, and you were more strict about it than he was.
but he didnât want you to stop. god no.
at this point, you and satoru were off that metaphorical tight rope and hanging on by two handsâ having both failed at keeping each other balanced as you rolled and rolled your hips deliciously on his dick, his chest quickly rising and falling at the feeling of your warm pussy over his groin and at the sight of you using him to get yourself off.
your little needy mewls made his hands tremble as he threw his head back on the pillow, eyes pathetically fucked out over something so simple.
âfuck me..â satoru groaned, hands coming up to rub over his face as his hips lifted to meet your grinding.
him doing that broke you out of your haze and you stiffened, satoru taking his hands away from his face with pinched brows at the sudden halt.
what happened?
âokay!â you laughed nervously, an alarmed expression as you swung your leg off of his lap and scrambled under the covers, pulling it completely over you as you shamefully looked anywhere and everywhere but satoru.
but he was out of it.
undoubtedly out of it now that you did what you did⊠wanting more, wanting all of you as he snatched the covers off of your frame and you squeaking as a result.
âwhyâd you stop.â he whispered, thumb raising to trace your bottom lip.
âi donâtâ i donât know what youâre talking aboutââ
âyes you doââ
âabsolutely notââ
âi want you.â he cut you off. âi want you bad and i know you want me too so letâs justâ letâs just do this once, okay? once please just to see what itâs like and itâll never happen again.â
your eyes remained wide as you looked at his desperate frantic ones, his hands already kneading at your waist and thighs.
he was entrancing you into his proposal again, exactly the same way as when you both kissed for the first time at the festival as he leaned down and nibbled at your jaw, slotting himself in between your legs.
âdoâ do what?â
âfuck.â he mumbled, rolling his hips down on your pussy rough and you gasping at the sensation of his big cock against your clit again.
you whimpered as he rutted into you, hands flying to squeeze his biceps as his wet mouth moved down to your neck, licking and gnawing as he waited for your response.
âbut isnât thatââ you stifled a moan. âisnât that too far toru?ââ
âplease baby please.â he picked his head up and looked at you. âjust once i swear once so we see what itâs like and get it out of our systems and never do it again. i promise.â
he needs to kiss you right fucking now.
your eyes fluttered closed as he continued to hump you, licking your lips as you weakly tried to look into his eyes.
âyou swear?â you breathed out. âswear it just once and thatâs itââ
âi swear i swear i swearââ
âokay then fuck me toru pleaseââ
satoru nearly cried as he ripped himself away from you to frantically pull off his shirt and pants, him slapping your hands away when you tried to take off your own clothes as he wanted to do it himselfâ lifting your shirt over your head and downright tearing your shorts in half as he flung them down and across the room, your little pink bra and panties set actually turning him into a complete mess as he hovered back over you and shoved his tongue in your mouth.
you still tasted just as sweet as he remembered.
âbeen dreaming ofââ mmpfâ âkissing you since you let me, sweets.â
âyeah?â your lips moved sloppily with his as you snuck a hand in your panties and dipped your fingers in your pussy, collecting your arousal. âyou missed me toru?â
âuh huh.â he breathed hotly against your lips, hand coming to slide underneath your bra to cup your bare tit. âevery fucking night iâd jerk my dick dry thinking about it.â
his words made your clit twitch as you pushed him off your lips.
âopen your mouth.â
satoru did as told without a peep and opened it with his tongue out, your hands coming out from your panties as you reached up and slipped your fingers in his mouth, his lips closing in and sucking everything you had to give him as he salvaged up your arousal.
âfuckââ he released your fingers. âis this from your pussy baby?â
âmhm.â you moaned.
your arousal was even sweeter.
âmy godââ he grabbed your wrist and licked a long stripe up your palm. âyou dirty fucking thing mâgonna have to taste for myself and see.â
you gasped. âwhat?â
satoru sat up and pulled your wet panties down your legs, biting down on his tongue hard at the sight of your angelic bare cunt before him, slick and shiny and pretty as you unclasped your bra and spread your legs for himâ eager and ready and not a single other thought in your brain besides the one that was screaming for satoru to stick his dick inside you.
âtoruuuu!â you whined. âquit staring and fuck me.â
his cock pulsed.
âpatience sweets, i wanna taste you first.â
you expected satoru to just lower himself down and shove his head in between your thighs, but you were dead fucking wrong as he stood, grabbed your waist and yanked you high up, sitting you on his shoulders as you squealed and gripped his hair.
âwait toru isnât this uncomfortable iââ
he scoffed. âfuck no. iâve been lifting you my whole life baby this is nothing.â
your speech lodged itself in your throat as you felt his tongue lap at your folds and clit, slobbering and filthy as he ate and scarfed you down just like his usual daily sweets, you by far his absolute favorite as he slurped your little pussy up and made you squeal and moan.
satoru walked over to the wall and leaned you up against it, taking your thighs off of his shoulders and placing his hands underneath as he propped you up and spread your legs wider, your jaw dropping at his slimy tongue flicking and him slabbering his mouth side to side rapidly until your legs shook and you saw stars.
âtoruââ
he grunted, tongue prodding at your hole and you jumping.
âi thinkâ i think iâm gonna cum and iââ pant âi donât wannaââ
satoru separated his mouth from your pussy with a squelch and looked up, smiling big.
âtoo bad!â
âbutââ
he spit on your cunt and you gasped.
âi said too bad.â
he dipped back in and fully devoured you as you mewled, messier as he slushed his tongue all over and youâd never experienced something like this, something that felt so fucking good as you started cumming all over his face in record speed regardless of how hard you were trying to hold back.
âyummy.â
he let go and you dropped down as he quickly caught you, turning and throwing you on his bed as he climbed over youâ wrapping a hand around his cock and jerking as he kissed and swallowed your lips up again.
âyou want me to make love to you or fuck you?â he slopped against your mouth before pulling back, yours and his eyes fluttering open to look at each other.
your legs were still shaking by the eat out he gave you seconds before, finding it hard to get your words together as his handsome deluded face stared at you.
âiâ umââ
he placed his lips next to your ear.
âyou want me to fuck you like my wife or fuck you like a little slut? or both?â
âboth toru pleaseââ
he grinned, coming back up as he parted your legs further open and lined his leaky tip with your hole.
âi can do both!â
satoru pushed himself in and you choked, hands clasping over your mouth as you felt him bully his big cock through and leave you a blabbering crying mess under himâ his chest heaving at the warmth and softness and stickiness of your cute gummy walls, his years of imagining and theorizing how youâd feel wrapped around his dick all completely debunking themselves at the real feeling as you whimpered and clenched your hole.
âjesus christââ he shivered, swallowing thickly as his trembling fingers settled on your waist, him slowly reeling his hips back before pumping in. âyouâreâ youâre warm.â
you dropped your hands and wiped your cheeks as you hiccuped, the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of your walls incandescently euphoric as you embarrassingly already felt yourself wanting to cum again when he had just stuck his dick inside of youâ you wanting to ride out this moment for a bit longer and not finish so quickly like you had done on his mouth.
âam i being too mean pretty?â he huffed, thrusts now quick and curt as he gripped your bouncing tits and pinched your perking nipples, the sight of your little tears shamefully turning him on.
you frantically shook your head and tried to clear your brain. ânâno!ââ
âgood.â he smiled, a little crazed as he let go of your boobs, placed his hands on the backside of your thighs and pushed your knees up to your chest, picking up speed as you squealed and whimpered, utterly taken aback by how rough satoru was being considering the fact that he was such a goofy and kind and loving person on the daily.
oh⊠what years worth of pent up sexual frustration can do to a man.
satoru whined as you milked his dick, wheezing as he hammered his hips up and slapped against your skin, your body jolting and bouncing uncontrollably as his bed squeaked loud and obnoxiously.
thank god his mother wasnât home.
âiâve wanted this iâve wanted this iâve wanted thisââ satoru babbled, his critical thinking out the fucking window as he just tumbled out totally random but honest confessions as your ears eagerly drank up every word and made your hole tighten.
âyeah?â pant âfâfor how long baby?â
âfor so longââ he whined loudly, fucking you faster as your mouth hung open and you gripped his wrists for support. âyouâre everything iâve ever wâwantedââ
âiâ iâve only ever wanted you toruâ fuck! youâre big.â you moaned, loving the way a huge deranged smile spread across his face as his hips pistoned into you and his hands pinned you down.
âcum on my dick baby please cum on my dick i want it i want itââ
your toes curled and you squealed, vision flashing white as you let out a high pitched scream at the intense buzzing feeling, your bodies hot and sticky and wet as satoru leaned over and shoved his lips in your ear.
âcan iâ can i cum inside?â he choked through gritted teeth as he came close to spilling his seed. âplease i wanna cum insideââ
âbut mânot on the pillââ
âplease please baby i beg youââ hah! âi donât wanna cum anywhere elseââ
your eyes fluttered shut at his words and you quickly nodded, his hand cupping your face as he thrusted in one last time and pumped his cum entirely inside you without an ounce of hesitation for the consequences, his horny mind actually crazed and solidifying that there was no fucking way in hell he was gonna accept just friends from this point forward.
what a stupid thought.
âmmmâŠâ you slowly moved your hips a little, feeling his cum all inside your ravished walls as you licked your lips. âyour cum feels hot toru.â
not even warm, hot as it slushed and moved inside you with every movement you made, some of it dribbling and coating your outer folds as you bit your bottom lip into a smile and craned your head up to his neck, nibbling and giving satoru tiny kitten licks as he trembled and struggled to stay afloat and not give out his upper arm strengthâ trying to prevent himself from squishing you.
satoru pressed a soft tender kiss to your cheek then before sitting up and delicately sliding his dick out, running a soothing hand over your tummy as he did so and giving you a lazy smile.
he suddenly raised his pinky to you.
âbirds of a feather?â he murmured, other hand running from your stomach over to your thighs now as he just lovingly felt you up, you smiling with rosy cheeks as you linked your little pinky with his.
âbirds of a feather.â
you both kissed your thumbs and locked your promise, deciding then that you should probably shower once more before getting into bed to officially sleepâ but deciding to shower together as you softly and steamily made out under the misty hot running water, body and mind relaxed as you just swallowed in the ambience of each other, you both not only holding on to your metaphorical tight rope with one hand now, but it actually on the verge of snapping as a whole and sending you both free falling.
and for the next couple of days, you and satoru were feral.
years and years of doing fucking nothing with pure restraint and fantasizing did a number on you both as any chance you got you were making out on your bed, his bed, and even in satoruâs car after your lecturesâ your hand teasingly going lower and lower until youâd shove a hand in his pants to pull his dick out and pump, your body leaning across the console and mouth going down to bob and suck as he moaned and pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail to guide you and your pretty bows and fuck your mouth just to hear the sounds of you choking, eyes from time to time frantically looking around to see if no one was around as you blowed him.
and you did that basically all of the time for the next three days until the final practice just before the international skating union competition, satoru physically unable to leave you alone and unscathed as he constantly pinned you down to eat your pussy or suckle on your soft tits, his hand tightly clasped over your mouth in your room when your moans would get too loud as he fingered you, his long fingers squelching and abusing your cunt until you were finishing all over his hands again and again.
but you two having actual sex didnât happen again apart from that nightâ satoru a man of his word since he promised you would only do it once⊠unfortunately. but that didnât mean you couldnât do other things, right?
except by the final practice, satoru was absolutely fucked off at the fact that neither of you had brought up the potentiality of being more than just friends, especially after doing all of those lewd acts.
he was so sick of it.
and so were you, quite frankly, but instead of being completely over it like satoru, you were afraid⊠afraid of what could happen and the possibility of losing him if you both indulged, if you let yourselves put your freaking careers on the line.
and satoru was the one person you couldnât bear to lose. not ever.
âwe look good sweets!â satoru cheesed, rotating around in the ice rinks dressing room mirrors as you had your costumes on for dress rehearsal and refinements, both of you glittering and shiny and looking like a professional ice skating pair as you examined yourself, readjusting your straps and hugging your torso.
âcold.â you shivered. âmaybe i shouldâve had it as a long sleeve⊠shit.â
he laughed and placed his hands on your arms, rubbing up and down quickly to create frictional heat as you smiled at him gratefully. ânah, itâs cute like this! youâll warm up once we run it a few times on the ice.â
you nodded, the both of you walking out of the dressing room and to the rink, skillfully putting on your skates before pushing yourself on the ice and gliding across.
âcan you show me the uhââ satoru looked to the side in thought once he was on the ice in front of you. âthe part where we skate in unison and have our arms up in an L? itâs in the chorus of our musicââ
âoh!â you nodded and skated a bit away from him to demonstrate.
âi just wanna see if my form matches yours and we look clean.â he smiled. âand then show me the triple axel after that.â
you gave him a cute thumbs up and pushed yourself off, gliding gracefully and smoothly across the ice as satoru was supposed to be watching you to try and fix his form, but finding himself transfixed once again by the way you seamlessly skated with no sense of struggling effortâ arms poised and flowy as your dress moved and fluttered with every twist and turn until you gradually propelled yourself up into the triple axel and landed correctly without a slip or wobble.
the level of difficulty and technicality you skated reminded him of akiraâ but your style, your movement, and the way you carried yourself was entirely your own.
you made figure skating look beautiful.
you were beautiful.
you slowed down on the ice and skated over to satoru.
âwere you able to see? did you match me?ââ
âyou skate just like her.â satoru spoke softly, and you faltered.
he didnât need to clarify who he was talking about, as you always knew.
âyouâre just saying that.â you pursed your lips to keep yourself from smiling, or crying, you didnât know.
but a compliment like that meant the absolute world to you.
âiâm not.â he shrugged, skating over to you and taking your hands as he glided with you to starting position. âyou always have baby. and i know thatâs what youâve always wanted. iâm sorry i donât say it enough.â
your eyes softened. âtoru thatâs not something to be sorry about at allâŠâ
satoru was so kind.
you both skated together and ran the choreography a couple of times, spinning simultaneously and satoru lifting you again and again throughout the routine and still performing your lasso spinning lift successfully, arms around his shoulders and faces close as the wind whipped through both of your costumes and hair from traveling across the ice at such a speed before coming to a sudden choreographed halt at the end of your number.
you had slid down satoruâs body to plant your blades back on the ice when he had enough.
âplease stick your tongue in my mouth.â
you choked on your spit and slapped a hand over your mouth.
âtoru no! absolutely not we canât anymore okayââ
âwhat are we.â
you froze.
âhuh?â
âwhat are we.â he repeated, eyes dead locked on yours and hard. âare we together? are we not? are we friends? what are weââ
âweâreâ weâre friends toruââ
âoh fuck no.â he let you go and created a little bit of space between you. âdonât give me that shit weâre not friends.â
âwâwell we canâtââ
âiâm your man.â he stated firmly. âiâm your man iâve been your man for years and iâm tired of avoiding this sweets! it sucks!â
âweâre putting everything at risk if we do toru we canât!â
âiâm your man.â
âno youâre notââ
he cut you off. âyour mouth has been on my dick. weâve had sex. weâve kissed weâve made out weâve told each other i love you if that doesnât tell you that weâre together then what the actual fuck?!â
âoh my god toru i know i know!â you groaned, hugging yourself as you anxiously looked at him. âwhat happens if we break up? huh? what do we do?â
he shook his head. âwe wonât.â
âyou donât know that.â you laughed bitterly. âif that happens we lose each other satoru understand that. we break birds of a feather, we ruin our careers, and we ruin us.â
âfirst of allââ he started. âour birds of a feather promise is to stick together, keep each other safe, and not seperate or fight, is it not?â
âitâ it isââ
âso do you really think if we continue to keep each other in this fuck ass limbo of friends that we arenât already breaking that?â he threw his arms out in emphasis. âwe have never been just friends. iâve known you for fourteen fucking years and we have never been just that.â
you blinked back tears.
âi promise you babyââ he slid closer to you and cupped your cheeks. âthat we wonât leave each other. i will fight and try every single damn day to make sure that that shit never happens even though i already know it wonât because youâve been made for me since birth and we havenât separated since weâve met.â
satoru wiped your cheeks. âbut i also promise you, that if we continue as just friends, we will break. weâre gonna string each other along so fucking much that weâre gonna go absolutely insane and drive each other away. that is for certain.â
âbutâ skatingââ
âi donât give an ever living fuck.â he spat funnily and you laughed through your tears. âskating is nothing without you. all the trophies and medallions and the god damn olympics itself with that gold medal is nothing without you. i would give that shit up in a heartbeat if it meant keeping you in my life in exchange.â
âand i would do the same for you toru!â you sobbed, his arms immediately wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you in as you sniffled and hiccuped into his chest, him kissing the side of your head repeatedly and soothing a hand down your back.
âdonât cry pretty i didnât meant to make you cry...â he mumbled, cheek mushed up against your head as your shoulders shook, a huge disgusting pit of guilt in his stomach. âfine itâs okay we can be just friends for a bit longer please donât cryââ
âno!â you sputtered, pushing him back a little to face him. âi donât wanna be just friends anymore either toru⊠it hurts me so much.â
âit does?â he asked softly and you nodded.
âit hurts me too.â
satoru wiped your remaining tears again and fixed the little bows in your hair, a soft liberated smile on his face as he reached down to cup your cheeks and bring your perfect lips to his, kissing you lovingly as the both of you felt like you could finally rest and stop ridiculously hiding your love in the shadows after so many years.
the thin tight rope that you had both been toppling over and rebalancing and holding onto to keep the other from falling, had finally snapped in two, and you and satoru were now in the darkest depths of the truth of what you both were.
except it wasnât dark at all.
it was light and airy and heavenly, and you wondered why you had been so afraid when there was nothing to be afraid of in the first place, since the one you were falling with was satoru.
silly.
he pulled apart and looked at you, his striking blue eyes and white fluffy hair especially beautiful.
âtomorrowââ he began. âweâre gonna absolutely destroy everyone else there and land a spot in the top three, and then after iâm gonna take you out on a nice dinner and buy every single fucking dessert off the menu, and then iâm gonna ask you to be my girlfriend. okay baby?â
you giggled then, the brightest rosy cheeks on display from the both of you as you eagerly nodded and threw your arms around his neck.
and tomorrow could not come soon enough, because not only were you looking forward to making your dreams a reality and competing against other figure skating pairs from around the world and the olympics itself, but also the thought of officially being satoruâs after years of wishing on little stars and day dreaming about what that would be like for hours on end.
until the moment was here. happening.
the indoor arena was electric and rowdy the minute the competition commenced, you and satoru in absolute awe of the energetic atmosphere as many individuals in the crowd waved their banners or screamed their loved ones names, an ambience very similar to the olympics as you both watched pair after pair perform their hardwork and dedication on the ice, goosebumps on your skin as you fidgeted and jittered.
out of twenty of your countries competing pairs, only three of you would be chosen for the olympics.
and you hoped to god you and satoru would be chosen.
âweâre almost up baby.â satoru patted your head, sitting on a bench in your designated area. âi think itâs two more pairs then itâs us.â
you nodded, nerves closing up your throat as your eyes darted over the rink.
satoru frowned.
âhey.â he placed a hand on your thigh, suddenly wanting to rip your nylon tights off so you could actually feel his skin on yours. âyou nervous sweets?â
you nodded again, and he gave you a silly grin.
âdonât be! youâre literally akira the second. weâll be fine!â
you laughed lightly and leaned your head on his shoulder.
âand even if we donât land a spot, thatâs fine too.â he kissed your head. âitâs our first year anyways⊠weâll know the game for next time and weâll try harder.â
you picked your head up and smiled at him, his words settling your nerves just as soon as the last remaining pair took their places on stage, yours and satoruâs turn right after.
what you didnât know, was that satoru was just as nervous as you.
but he knew you needed a rock and someone to comfort youâ wanting to swoop in like a little hero and save you again⊠so he kept it hidden.
âfuck i almost forgot!â satoru jumped up and dug into his duffel bag, pulling out a roll of pale baby blue ribbon that matched your dress exactly. âyou told me you didnât have ribbon that matched your costume so i went and tried to look.â
he held it out for you cutely on his palm.
âdoes this one match?â
you picked up the roll, astonished and mushy inside that satoru actually went out of his way to find this specific ribbon color for you because you had expressed how unhappy you were with the darker shade you had, your eyes looking up at him in complete adoration.
âoh my goodnessâ thank you toru!â
you quickly undid the bows in your hair and slipped off the former ribbon, digging through your duffel bag for scissors and cutting off pieces from the new ribbon before looping them through your hair and tying, not needing a mirror since youâve done it for as long as you could remember.
satoruâs cheeks went pink as he looked at your new pretty bows.
âdoes they look okay?â
âbeautiful.â he responded, pecking your lips before taking your hand and leading you to the entrance of the rink.
âokayââ you breathed out. âthis is it.â
âwhat kind of food do you think theyâll have at the dinner place we pickedââ
âtoru!â you giggled. ânot now!â
he smiled sheepishly at you before leaning his forehead against yours.
you stuck your pinky out.
âbirds of a feather?â
satoru grinned and looped his pinky with yours.
âbirds of a feather baby.â
you both kissed your thumbs and once again, locked your promise.
the announcer over the speakers iterated your names and your country as you and satoru glided across the ice poised and graceful with your arms up, waving at the crowd and giving your mothers a special frantic wave before moving to starting position, unknowing of the way several other pairs and the judges themselves murmured about your reputation and your association with akira.
and you hoped she was watching over you both now. somewhere.
the music begun, contemporary and lyrical as you and satoru slid across the rink, already impressive and entertaining as you performed moves and lifts right off the bat, the sounds of your blades scraping against the ice oddly keeping you in time with your choreography as the number went on.
and you and satoru were feeding off of each other, the chemistry undeniable to a strangers eye that had no idea of your story as you conveyed passion through your expressions, each technical movement bleeding with the fact that you both had been olympic level trained since the age of fourteen and fifteen.
you were halfway through your routine now, the lasso lift coming up next as satoru harbored in his strength so he could properly propel you into that newly added spin.
you skated around him and he lifted you up into the air, the crowd cheering and excited at your beautiful remarkable forms.
except satoruâs hands were slippery.
why?
nerves. he quickly deemed it nerves as he had no time to deliberate since it was almost time to propel you up into the spin, his mind already racing over the fact that the slip in his hands was hindering his strength to keep you up there, and he worried that if he pushed you up, it wouldnât be enough and youâd come tumbling downâ hurting yourself.
but satoru had zero time to decide again as he went with protocol and pushed you up as hard as he possibly could and prayed you would go into your triple axel spin successfully and that heâd catch you.
but the minute that he did, the force yanked him back and his skates flew up in front of him, you falling down and your thigh hitting something sharp before you both went slamming to the groundâ sliding apart from each other on the ice.
the crowd screamed and gasped in terror, sounds you were all too familiar with to what you heard three years ago filling both your fuzzy minds as satoru struggled to get back up, his head turning slowly around to see if you were okay and just sore like himâ
until he saw your limp body on your side, your back to him with blood slowly pooling out on the ice and staining your pretty blue dress.
satoru scrambled up and skated straightaway in a panic to you before sliding on his knees as he reached you, turning you over and paling as he saw you were unresponsive and out fucking cold.
âbaby?â he shook you. âheyâ babyââ
nothing.
why werenât you answering him? why werenât you awake?
his brain flashed images of akiraâs body the day that she died, suffocating deja vu as the way you looked when he saw you like that on your side was a carbon copy of her from three years ago, his chest picking up speed as you continued to lay limp even after he shook you desperately numerous times like a madman.
and why was there so much blood?
blood that looked sickly bright red against the white ice, blood that stained his sleeves and shirt and hands as he held you up and supported your head, and blood that wouldnât stop fucking oozing out of your leg as he trembled.
âheyâ hey can you hear me?â satoru tapped your cheek rapidly, shaking you gently again with horrified eyes and still not getting a response.
âfuck! why is this happening this isnât supposed to happenââ
how could he be your hero? how could he stop the blood and wake you up? how could heâ how could he fix this how could he take it all back how could he fix thisâ
âno no no baby pleaseââ he sobbed. ânot like aki baby not like her manââ
he shook you again, your head lolling to the side as ifâ as if you wereâ
no.
âbabyâ birds of a feather right? birds of a feather we have to stick together you canâtâ you canât leave right?â he cried, chest heaving and vision blurry and you just felt so cold.
âyouâre not leaving youâre not leaving me please not like aki please godââ he cradled you up to his chest in his arms and rocked. âyou canât leave me youâre all i know and i donât wanna know anything else please babyââ
satoruâs frantic repeated heartbroken wailing echoed throughout the arena as the crowd erupted and moved around in hysteria, him still rocking you in his arms as he turned his head with terrified bloodshot eyes to look at both of your mothers, yours hunched over in a fit of screams and cries as his had her hands in her hair in utter disbelief and tears.
âfuck what do i do!â he sobbed, legs shakily standing as he slipped one arm under your back and the other under your knees, picking your limp body up as he saw a huge group of paramedics run over to him on the ice as he carried you over.
âhelpââ hic! âhâhelp me pleaseââ
why couldnât satoru be your hero when it mattered most?
several of them lowered the stretcher and took you from him, laying your lifeless self on it before hoisting you up and swiftly carrying you away, all of it horrifyingly and painfully similar to akiraâs inevitable death.
were you gone?
satoru looked down and saw your baby blue ribbons on the ice, wet and stained with blood, once perfect bows in your pretty hair when he had you awake and breathing.
were you breathing? had you hit your head?
he couldnât remember.
he couldnât remember anything but your unresponsiveness, the way your skin was colder than the ice itself as he picked up your ribbons and looked at them in his handsâ and the way your blood stretched over for what looked like miles and was still there.
in front of him. taunting him.
was the world so cruel as to take you too?
it wouldnât. it couldnât.
youâd never done anything wrong. youâd never treated anybody indifferently as you were sweet and beautiful and talented, always in servitude of othersâ in servitude of him as you taught him how to ice skate when you didnât need to at six years old, you already kind and gentle at that young age when you couldâve easily shooed him away like a little bug and told him to fuck off.
and throughout your life too, as he was well aware he was an annoying dramatic piece of shit that whined and cried and ate your stashes of sweets all of the timeâ but you always just giggling and looking at him with adoration in your eyes, with your cheeky smile, with the little ribbon bows in your hair he loved so fucking much.
oh how he wished he didnât always take your sweets at that moment. how he wished he wasnât always an annoying blockhead and made you mad at times with his persistent personality and neediness as he stood there frozen in the rink staring at your bloodâ dark now and dull, wishing it was him instead of you.
you were knocked out for five days at the hospital.
you and satoru also didnât make it into the top three at the international skating union competition.
you shouldâve, as your score was already higher than any other pair there and only halfway through the routine tooâ but thatâs precisely why you got knocked out.
if you had finished your number, you wouldâve landed in the top three, but it ending halfway cut off the opportunity for accumulating more points, and eventually another pair surpassed your halfway score by two points.
but satoru didnât give a shit. fuck the olympics and fuck the international skating union while your body laid still on the hospital bed for hours on end, him refusing to leave your side as he sat there and stared off into space with nothing in his head but hatred for himself as it was his fault that this happened and his blade that sliced youâ eyes red and sunken and tired and refusing to eat or drink.
you had hit your head on the ice, but thankfully the trauma wasnât anywhere near the severity of akiraâs, it only inducing a strong concussion and sending you flying out of consciousness upon impact.
but it was the loss of blood that was the problem.
you had lost so much, too much of it.
it made you weak and frail and unable to do much and satoru worried that thatâs what was going to take away your fighting chance of survival.
âyou should go home satoruâŠâ your mother sighed, standing by the door of your hospital room, her own eyes red and swollen.
he shook his head no silently.
âsheâll still be here⊠you need to eat something or sleep please. you look awful.â
satoru smiled weakly and shook his head again.
âmâfine.â
your mother pursed her lips to the side and she sighed again, nodding.
âiâll come by early in the morning, alright?â
he hummed, giving her a tiny wave as she left and closed the door behind her.
satoru had brought a roll of pink ribbon from your little white box in your room, unrolling the pieces he chose and lifting his hands, taking the ends of your hair and trying to tie little thin bows the way you always did, but huffing softly in irritation when they just looked like shit.
he undid the one he was working on and settled for feeling the material of the ribbon between his thumbs instead.
satoru brought you bouquets everyday too.
sometimes three at a time as he continuously swapped out old flowers and replaced them with new ones, changed their water and poured fresh quantities into each vase to keep them alive, and often picked some more from the hospital garden when he went down to get some fresh air for a minuteâ the least he could do for nearly killing you.
and satoru had a lot of time to think while he waited for you to wake upâ bitter and resentful at the world for letting him sit there healthy while you were out, so much so that he started thinking stupid shit like how he wished you wouldâve forgotten him and dismissed his yapping dreams about ice skating when you met so you wouldâve been an independent skater instead, so you then wouldnât have gotten hurt by his idiocy and you wouldnât be laying in a hospital bed like you were now.
or swapped places. him instead of you so he could beat up the fucks that took akira away and beat up zeus orâ or aphrodite or whoever the fuck that was responsible for keeping him from you so he could come back to you⊠unsure if you were doing the same thing as he stared at your resting face.
you shouldâve just left him behind.
but he was sleeping when you woke.
arms propped up and crossed next to you on the hospital bed, his cheek mushed up on them and face to the side as you blinked your eyes open and was straight up confused, not a single memory of the incident flitting through your mind⊠until it did.
and it hit you bad.
your mind reeled with a pounding headache, tears prickling your eyes at the events that plagued through your mindâ a part of you knowing there was absolutely no way you and satoru made top three and gutted about it, feeling shaken from the memory alone of you falling and hitting the ice.. but grateful.
grateful to be alive, for you knew akira wasnât as lucky.
was it because of her that you had lived? had she pulled some strings to change your fate?
your eyes trailed down to a sleeping peaceful satoru, your gaze softening at how tired and broken he looked, bags dark and purple as he snored away next to you, your hand lifting and delicately settling over his fluffy white hair as you smiled that he was here next to youâ caressing.
satoru shot up wide awake then as you jumped and retracted your hand, the both of you alarmed and frantic.
âbaby?â he grabbed your hand and felt around it, feeling warmth for once as he stood up straight and shoved back one of the sleeves of his hoodie.
âyouâre awake? are you actually?ââ he pinched his arm hard over and over and you giggled.
you giggledâ the sound filling his ears and lifting an undeniable dark ton off of his shoulders as he relaxed, tears automatically brimming his eyes.
âi thought i fucking killed you sweets.â his voice shook, arms gently coming around you and pulling you into an embrace.
âkilled me?â you frowned. âtoru what are you talking aboutââ
âoh god you have amnesiaââ
âno!â you laughed. âwhat do you mean by almost killed me? you didnât do anything.â
âi did everything.â he spoke flatly. âi fucked up that lasso lift. i pushed you up too hard and we fell. i cut you with my blade i made you bleedââ
âtoru that was an accident.â you pulled back and your chest hurt over the devastated look on his face, wiping his tears and kissing his nose. ârememberâ akiâs partner felt just like this and we had to tell him too it was an accident. you canât control something like that. at all. itâs just unfortunate circumstance.â
âi know but i still feel likeââ he wiped his eyes and swallowed. âi still feel like i couldâve done something different. it shouldâve been me and not you and i shouldâveââ
âtoru donât even donât think about things like that.â you shook your head. âthere wasnât anything you couldâve done, baby. and thatâs okay.â
you gently scooched over on the bed and patted the spot next to yours, satoru immediately climbing and settling in, clinging on to you as he placed his head on your chest with his arm firm but careful around your waist, suddenly feeling how exhausted he actually was from the days he spent restless.
you couldnât have imagined the pain satoru mustâve gone through waiting for you to wake up. you didnât know how he even fucking managed as you wouldâve been torn into bits and pieces not knowing if he was going to live or not, looking at his limp bloody body the way he had to look at yours and it reminding you of the event that brought you both the most trauma and grief.
you couldnât believe you almost went out the same way.
satoru confirmed your thoughts later and filled you in on the results of the international skating union competition, rubbing salt into the wound a little more upon learning that you landed fourth, nearly there as you couldnât help but cry a bit in your hospital bed when he told you that you couldâve had a spot, satoru hugging you and reassuring you that youâd both have your shot at it in the next four years.
your family was relieved that you were awake, tons of people piling in and giving you sweets and food that satoru hungrily eyed and gawked over, you laughing and passing him the ones he particularly enjoyed most as you conversed with your relatives.
and recovery was thankfully easyâ doctors orders being just you taking it light and being careful not to bonk your head against anything, as well as taking care of the laceration on your legâ changing the bandage frequently every morning and night, satoru insisting he help you with that and with many other things that you needed as he tried to make up for what he still thought was his fault.
two weeks had gone by of just rest and peace and no figure skating, thinking you and satoru deserved this break, but also secretly petrified of stepping on the ice again after what had happenedâ neither of you wanting to hurt the other as you avoided the topic of training for the meantime at all costs.
âmaybe we should work at a water park.â you suggested one day, the two of you seated on a park bench through the chilly mid january air as you shared a plate of chocolate drizzled strawberries you got from some nice lady and her fruit stand. âbe lifeguards!â
âoh hell no!â he spoke with his mouthful before swallowing, readjusting the black round sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. âyou think iâm gonna be fine with watching random old men savoring after my wife in her little red bikini while iâm off saving some drowning kid? oh no thank you. let the kid drown.â
âtoru!â you laughed, smacking his shoulder. âokay then what else?â
âjanitors.â
you shrugged. âi like to clean. sometimes.â
âand your entire body is covered in those jumpsuits no stinky old men looking atââ
satoruâs phone buzzed against his jeans and he paused and pulled it out as you giggled, him barely glancing at the caller i.d before answering.
âhello?â
you mindlessly carried on plopping strawberries in your mouth and chewing.
âthis is heâŠ. oh hello! yes! how are you?â
you eyed satoru quizzically at his sudden formal change in tone, his eyes glued to the cement below.
âuh huh⊠really? oâokay! no yes for sure! thank you so much for the opportunity!â
opportunity?
you slowed your chewing and nudged his shoulder gently, wanting him to give you some kind of sign as to who it was on the other line.
âokay, weâll keep in touch! thank you again!â
satoru slowly removed his phone away from his ear as the other line went dead, staring at his screen and you curiously leaning over only to see his call history log, a random number at the top.
âholy fuck.â
âwhat?!â you leaned in closer and tried to catch his eyes with yours, his shocked wide gaze slowly flittering to your face.
âthat was the national olympic committee.â
you froze.
âshut the fuck up.â you covered your mouth. âtoru what did they say what did they sayââ
âone of the pairs that made it in the top three got disqualified.â he spat out quickly, shooting up and digging his fingers into his hair as he walked back and forth slowly in disbelief, spinning to face you. âiâ i donât know why i didnât ask but we got bumped up.â
silence.
âweââ your chest rose and fell erratically, eyes darting around as satoru knelt down and grabbed your hands.
âbaby we made it.â he tightened his grip. âweâre competing in the olympicsââ
you squealed and jumped up and down and pulled satoru in, the both of you comically bouncing off the walls as you wailed and cried and blabbered on about how you couldnât believe it and how a chance like this was even given to you, satoru lifting you and spinning you around but stopping and freaking out and apologizing profusely over your injured leg, you shaking your head and laughing, kissing him in return.
âwe canât avoid skating toru.â you spoke once you and him had settled down. âitâs literally what brought us together⊠and what brought us to aki. and even from you spinning me around like that it reminded me how much i missed skating with you.â
âi feel the same sweets.â he smiled, big and bright and handsome as he leaned over and kissed your rosy cheek. âi miss lifting you up and catching a glimpse of your ass underneath yourââ
âtoru!â
even though you and satoru were finally on board and accepting of bringing skating back into your lives, it wasnât to say at all that the fear itself went away when you tried to do lifts or spins in the air with each otherâ apprehensive and scared as you practiced on the mats way more than necessary before moving choreography to the ice, satoru multiple times chickening out and needing a moment as he was petrified of hurting you again, and you glued in place at the thought of falling and slamming on the ground when you had just survived mostly unscathed.
but this wasnât the time to be afraid over that anymore, and if akira were here, you both knew sheâd smack you upside the heads and tell you to move⊠to get on the ice and do the sport you both loved and cherished most.
to finalize your dream and make it a reality.
and throughout the month that you and satoru spent before the commencement of the olympics, you trained like never beforeâ no excuses as you worked tirelessly day and night with sweat literally dripping from your faces until every single goal was met and beyond, until every single throw from satoru was perfected and until every axel from you was delivered.
sometime during this month too, satoru finally got to take you out on that romantic candle lit dinner like he promised and asked you to be his girlfriend, him giddy and grinning the whole time and literally spoiling the moment as he meant to give you a chocolate dessert plate that said âwill you be mineâ in chocolate syrupy letters, but accidentally eating it and smearing the words when he confused your plate with his, smacking his forehead repeatedly on the dining table as the silverware clatteredâ muttering about how dark it was and how he couldnât fucking see, but you laughing so fucking much and clutching your stomach that your makeup smudged up at the corner of your eyes.
satoru was reminded again how much he loved you that day, because anyone else wouldâve gotten tremendously annoyed and called him an idiot, but youâŠ
you just giggled. giggled and hiccuped like always while he stared at you softly.
the love you and satoru shared stretched far beyond the concepts of what a platonic and romantic relationship was.
the love you and satoru shared was sacrifice. genuine sacrifice and yearn and absolute unadulterated love as you both without another thought would drop your careers for each other, would swap places if it meant the other would be safe from harmâs way, and would endure years of swallowing and pushing back feelings if it meant just keeping one another in your lives forever.
because thatâs what birds of a feather was for to begin with.
a promise to stick together. a promise to keep each other safe.
a concept so pure and devoted that it translated onto the ice like no other pair when it came time for the olympics.
âyou ready sweets?â satoru breathed out as you both stood in front of each other by the outside of the rink with interlaced fingers, shaking each otherâs jitters out. âno matter what happens, weâve already come so far and done so much, okay? weâve done what we needed to do.â
âmhm!â you quickly nodded, satoru leaning down before you both rested your foreheads against each otherâs with massive smiles on your faces, thunderous cheers echoing throughout the giant arena totally drowned out in your ears as you stared into satoruâs sparkling blue eyes.
âmake aki proud.â you repeated softly, and he nodded, you hoping once again she was watching over you both.
you both stuck your pinkies out at the same time and looped them together.
âbirds of a feather?â satoru beamed.
âbirds of a feather.â
and you kissed your thumbs before sealing your promise.
you both watched the pair that you were going right after perform their routine, beautiful and difficult as you gnawed at your bottom lip in distress.
âtoruâŠâ
âyeah baby?â
âsome of these pairs are crazy goodâŠâ you spoke over the music. âiâd honestly be happy with getting in the top twenty i donât know if we canââ
satoru scoffed and shook his head, a sly smile as he looked over the rink with his arms crossed.
ânah, weâd win.â
and just like akira had done in her final olympic yearâ in her final moments, you and satoru made it known that it was your debut, that you had been hungry and desperate for this moment since the ages of six and seven, that youâd been raised and trained by a four-time olympic gold medalist for a decade as you executed the most technical and intricate moves and turns, you and satoru moving as one on the ice and identical as he took your hands and glided on the ice with you, raw emotion in your expressions that read love so clearly that it was impossible to miss.
with each lift, with each time satoru took you in his arms and spun, and with each time he simply held you close and tenderly to his chest as his blades scrapped across the ice with your pretty bows in his viewâ were all reminders for the two of you that partner figure skating was nothing without satoru and nothing without you.
the privilege of having another way to convey just how much you loved each other through the language of artistic expression and skates and ice, through the feel of each otherâs skin, was one you nurtured and looked after and loved as the wind whipped through you and satoru due to the speed of your skates, performing quadruple axels like nothing while dropping the jaws of other figure skating pairs.
and because of this fact alone, how you both truly appreciated each otherâs entities and had the indescribable power to correlate that into competitive sportâ
was the reason why you and satoru won gold that day.
you and him, on your knees, gripping and hugging one another so hard and crying tears of joy as you both had come so far and gone through so much to get to where you were now, your dream now a complete and total reality as you stepped up onto that podium during the medal award ceremony just like akira had doneâ representing your country excellently with a big fat gold medal hung over your necks and a big fat kiss from satoru as he lip locked with you up there, flashings of cameras and bouquets and teddy bears scattered all throughout the ice in dismay.
âi love you!â satoru yelled to you over the roaring as you waved at the crowd, your mothers crying and blowing their noses and taking pictures from the edge of the rink as you and satoru cackled and pointed at them.
âi love you, toru!â
âno like seriously!â he put his waving hand down. âi wouldnât be here if it wasnât for you. thank you for recognizing that i have love and dreams too baby and for not forgetting about me even when iâve been the most annoying dipshit of your life.â
âyouâve never been that to me my god toru! where is this coming from?â he hopped off the podium once you two were given the all clear and he held a helping hand out for you to take, you doing so and carefully stepping down.
âreeaally?â he cheesed, cheeky and silly as his big pearly white smile made your cheeks flush. âso you love me then?â
âi literally would not be with you if i didnâtââ
âhooray!â he cheered, throwing his arms up as flower petals flew from his bouquets and around. âmy girlfriend loves me! and weâre gonna have rough passionate olympian sex in our hotel roomââ
âtoru!ââ
the love you and satoru shared wasnât something silly like âi like you, you like me.â
it was call me when you get home.
have you eaten yet?
here, let me help you.
whatever you need.
yours and satoruâs souls were exactly the sameâ blended, intertwined, and stubbornly knotted together as no amount of tug and pull could unravel you both apart, satoru finding over the years that loving you was like muscle memory from the moment he met you, his nerves and reflexes gravitating him towards you on the ice that first time even when he knew there was a huge chance of him slipping and falling, but not being afraid of it at all as long as he just got to you, convinced he knew you in another life as you just felt so familiar the moment he saw your pretty little face.
and youâre so glad that he did get to you⊠that he stayed with you.
fourteen years of ice cream trips and sleepovers and horror movies from the moment you were teeny tiny babies to adults, experiencing the hardships of your teenage years of loss and grief, to then adulthood and college as you had the privilege of learning to navigate it with another being that was just like you, two little birds with no sense of direction other than to each other.
and it was all thanks to one woman and one woman alone.
âi honestly believe that if she was there, she wouldâve brought one of those confetti poppers with dye in it and set it off.â you commented, you and satoru sitting on the grass at her grave site as you leaned your head on his shoulder and his head on top of yours, having literally just come off the plane from being at the olympicsâ your countries olympic button up thick jackets adorning your figures as your gold medals gleamed radiantly against the sun.
âi wish she was there.â satoru hummed, and you nodded softly in agreement.
âme too⊠but iâm sure she was! as a little birdie.â
he chuckled, finding your hand and interlacing your fingers as you stared at her tombstone like youâd done so many times before already⊠except this time it was bittersweet, you having accomplished what the three of you had strived so hard for at last.
âi miss her.â you murmured. âi miss her cussing.â
your eyes flickered down to her peace offerings, the little snow angel trinket you had gotten her still pretty and glossy and her as it sat happily on her stone platform.
satoru picked his head up and kissed the top of your head, propping his chin up on it.
âi miss her too baby.â he responded softly. âeveryday.â
âbutâ i canât thank her enough for giving us the bullets to fire with for skating.. yâknow..â you ran the pad of your index finger along her tombstone, rough and scratchy as you traced little hearts along the edges.
âand she brought us closer together, did she not?â satoru pointed out.
she did.
a woman who was clumsy and loud and erratic with the biggest potty mouth you had ever heard that was passed down to you and satoru in the blink of an eye⊠but man did she know what love was as she taught it to you and reminded you both of exactly what it was each and every day.
you and satoru had accepted the fact that your hearts would never be whole again, for akira had taken half of them elsewhere and into the depths of the unknown.
but you were okay with that. completely and utterly okay with that.
for love had no limits.
you wanted her to keep it, as you and satoru stitched the remaining halves of your hearts together to create a new whole, as there was no one else you both would rather have that part of you with them forever besides akira.
and yours and satoruâs stitched up hearts grew increasingly bigger and fonder even after a couple of years later, even after winning three more olympic gold medals, you and him back at the same place in front of akiraâs grave like always, sitting and laughing and chattingâ but with two little baby toddlers that were half of you and half of satoru as they blubbered on about âmama akiâ and her trophies, a delicate twinkling ring on your finger and a golden band around satoruâs as your little family had a picnic over her final resting place.
âpapa!â your son exclaimed, satoru immediately turning his attention to him in the midst of scarfing down a turkey sandwich.
âyes my offspring?â
you playfully glared at your husband.
âwhy do your eyes look scarier in the day?â
âHAH!â you slapped a hand over your mouth to hush your cackling, satoruâs face absolutely taken aback and offended.
âthey do!â your daughter giggled. âthey do! they do!ââ
âbaby do something!â satoru whined, shoulders slumping as he threw his head back. âiâm being bullied by five year oldâs!â
you giggled and kissed his cheek, his pout quickly turning into a soft little grin as his face flushed pink.
âbut your papaâs eyes are pretty you guys! and they match yours!â
âmmmâ nope! scary!â
your two twin toddlers giggled uncontrollably as they thought being mean to their dad was the funniest thing in the world, you laughing with them as satoru flopped back dramatically and completely laid down on the grass with his eyes looking straight up at the bright sky.
âsâokay.â he spoke flatly. âif even my pretty little wife thinks my suffering is funny iâll just burn my eyes to a crispââ
âtoru!â you slapped his knee. âtoo graphic in front of the kiddies.â
âbut my suffering!ââ
âmommy mommy!â your daughter tugged at your sleeve and pointed to the top of akiraâs tombstone, a cute perfect white and brown bird perched up on the edge and peering curiously at the four of you, the creature not alarmed whatsoever of your childrenâs sudden movements as they scrambled to get closer to it.
satoru propped himself up with an elbow and stared before you both locked eyes, knowing growing smiles on your faces as he fully sat upâ leaning and planting a gentle kiss to your forehead, letting it linger.
aki.
and it was like you and satoru were reminded again of your promise that you still told each other every day.
a promise that consisted of your years together⊠of your love, of your undying fervor of sticking together, of your need of keeping each other safeâŠ
of birds of a feather.
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THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS â gojo, geto, toji, higuruma, nanami, choso, sukuna x reader ft brief kusakabe cameo
Summary: in order to become a full fledge succubus, you must have a meeting with the seven deadly sins in the underworld. but you weren't expecting a meeting like this.
Tags: (18+ MDNI), 8some(?)/gangbang/orgy, dirty talk, breeding, squirting, mention of a lot of kinks, anal play, fingering, handjobs, blowjobs/throat fucking, daddy kink, size kink, riding, cunnilingus, overstimulation, exhibitionism, slight impact play, orgasm control, nipple play, breath play, mutual masturbation, snowballing, praise, dumbification, degradation, dominance/submissiveness, cock warming, pet names, finger sucking, dacryphilia, hair pulling, ball stimulation, doggy, slight mlm scenes between Geto and Gojo ofc, full nelson, mating press, double penetration, anal fingering (female), etc.
tagging: @omgeto @screampied (also thank you bae for making the banner đđ€đŸ) @hoshigray (thanks for beta reading babe!) @kingkonoha @kanekisfavoritegf
A/N: please for the love of god, donât ask for no part 2. i think a lot of people underestimate how hard smut writing is and especially since this is an eightsome. THANK UUUU FOR 1.6k followers & for waiting as long as you did for this! (5.4k words)
âWell, thereâs one last test you have to completeâŠâ Yaga told you, his face was a bit flushed. âItâs rather â er â well⊠Actually, Iâll just send you to them so that they can explain it to you.â He did an awkward cough and escorted you to the elevator; where he clicked the illuminating number seven. âJust tell them youâre here for your last succubus test.â He gave you a thumbs up and let the doors close behind him.
âOkay, cause that wasnât totally weird.â You muttered to yourself, watching the elevatorâs number increase. Your heart hammering in your chest. Youâd been training for this for the past two years, you couldnât believe you had one last test.
When the door opened, your eyes widened. There were dark velvet color drapes that decorated the entrance of the room as you stepped off the elevator. Every step you took, you felt a deep sense of uneasiness erupt in the pits of your belly. âHello?â You finally mustered up some courage to speak. âIâm here for the last part of my succubus exam!â You exclaimed, noticing the dimly lit lights above you creating an ominous yet sexual atmosphere around you. Your thighs trembled.Â
âCome in, little lady.â A manâs voice said as a door warped in forth of your body and pushed itself open. âShoes off.â The man said. Hesitantly, you walked inside and slipped off your shoes. Your eyes roamed across the room as you noticed how wide it was â a velvet carpet floor that was soft between your white colored toes. Bits of fog clouded your vision; you could make out bodies but not faces.
âOh, sheâs quite a looker.â Another voice says around you â wrapping around your body like a snake.Â
You heard a snicker, âYouâre right, and I could smell just how wet she is; thatâs the best part. Canât wait to eat her up.â You could practically hear this person lick their lips.Â
âShe doesnât even know what sheâs in for⊠innocent little slut.â Your knees trembled at that. The way these men were speaking had you hot all over, even the air felt different as you stepped forward.
You swallowed, âI can hear youââ
âOh, believe me⊠we know.â This time, when this voice spoke, he raised his hand and the fog split down the middle before completely leaving. Then, you were able to truly see the men who sat in front of you, and your body ran cold.
Seven men, who you were able to recognize from the many lessons you had drilled into your brain from your classes. You gulped as most of them chuckle upon seeing your eyes finally take in just who you were looking at. The legends themselves.
The Seven Deadly Sins: Sukuna Ryomen â Pride, Kento Nanami â Sloth, Suguru Geto â Gluttony, Satoru Gojo â Lust, Choso Kamo â Wrath, Toji Fushiguro â Greed and Higuruma Hiromi â Envy
You swallowed, âSo â umâ whatâs exactly the final part of my exam? Do I have toâŠlike⊠pretend this is Jeopardy and answer a bunch of questions?â You heard a small scoff.Â
âNo. This is more the showing part of your exam.â Sukuna told you, his eyes trained on you. âWe need to see you score high marks in satisfaction. Do you understand?âÂ
You bite your lip; it was difficult understanding what he was saying and not be dripping wet. They were all so beautiful, your nipples prodding out of the thin layer of your dress. Youâve had sex before, but that was way before your genes had kicked it. Twenty-one, inexperienced and horny. Now, youâre older and had basically been celibate for two years (excluding your times of pure masturbation). You were convincing yourself this would be a challenge, and it was one that you were intrigued to take.
So, you slipped your dress down, standing out of it completely and stood stark-naked in front of their prying eyes.Â
âYeah, this is going to be fun.â Toji smirked, walking towards you with his unbuttoned pants low on his hips. âThe thing about sex is,â he pressed his palms to your shoulders and lowered you down. âItâs degrading. So, I want you to sit here on your knees and to keep your mouth open while I feed you this dick, got that?âÂ
You nodded and opened your mouth. He was about eight inches and it looked heavy in the palm; he could barely fit it in one hand, so you wondered if it would fit down your throat. But as he put it in, you already knew your answer. He didnât move, just stood still. It was something about him standing there with his hardening cock in your mouth that turned you on. âSuck,â he told you, and you did just that, like a good girl. Sucking around his cock with a wet mouth, pulling him out to tap his dick right on your tongue before tonguing at his slit. He hissed and pulled back before shoving it deep into your mouth, and your eyes rolled back.
Bubbling spit drips down to his balls and you squeeze them, taking him out of your mouth for a moment before trailing your tongue up and down his entire dick. Reaching his balls, you take one in your mouth and suck one then you trail your tongue back up to his tip. Spitting on his cock, you stroke him. âDamn, girl; you've been waiting for this, huh?â He grabs your head and focuses you to take the entire thing, his hips harshly thrusting in and out of your mouth.. You barely notice that someoneâs behind you until they fondle your breast, and you jump a bit before relaxing. They kiss your shoulders and move up to your neck, making you shutter and moan around Tojiâs cock. He groans above and snaps his hips against you, pulling you closer to his pelvis, âFucking, mouth is killing me.â You suck harder when you feel a hand on your clit.
âPussyâs so damn wet.â You can hear just how wet you are, and itâs embarrassing. The squelching noises fill your head and over makes your legs open more. âYou like sucking his cock that bad? That youâre gettinâ this wet over it? Want my cock buried inside of you? Right here?â He taps your cunt and you groan, nodding your head and rocking your hips against his hand. âCanât even speak with that mouth full and I can still hear you loud and clear, pretty girl.âÂ
Youâre still sucking Tojiâs cock, putting your hands on the floor to truly get more around him, pushing your head even deeper into his hips. Pulling him out of your mouth, you press hot kisses on his tip end then place him back on your tongue, now looking him in the eyes. You could tell he was close with his eyes shut and his head pulled back. He was throbbing on your tongue and his hips were moving faster; they swirled a bit before he shook with a deep orgasm. His hot cum rushing down your throat, and he moaned loud, âAhâfuck, fuck.. fuck***!â You kept sucking, the fingers on your clit moved in achingly slow circles. And when Toji pulled you off his cock, they finally slipped inside.Â
âNow gimme a kiss.â You did, with shaking hands and closed eyes. Sloppy and wet, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth before he pulled back and licked his lips. The fingers inside of your greedy pussy rubbed your insides, and you humped against them.Â
âKeep going, please.â Your eyes were closed as you rode their fingers, unsure of who it was but knowing that it felt good. A thumb on your clit and kisses on your back before colder hands lifted your breast, kissing and biting them playfully. âOooh, please.âÂ
He sucked, âYou like that?â You whimpered out something even you couldnât understand. Your body is simply a toy at that moment. His tongue moves over each nipple and makes delicate swirls around them. Finally, you open your eyes and see a bundle of long black hair â Suguru Geto, who sucks on your breast with his eyes closed and rubs at your other nipple with another. Arching your back into him more but also seeking comfort in the person behind you, whoâs using their fingers to scissor your gooey insides. Briefly looking up, Geto pulls away from your breast and kisses the person behind you, only a small kiss but it makes you wetter regardless.Â
âKiss me again, made her little pussy clench.â He kisses him again and your wetness soaks his hand.Â
âSatoru, you sure that was for her, not for you?â Geto chuckles, and you can feel a hardness pressing against your back. Geto moves back down to your breast when someone takes your hand and moves their cock inbetween.Â
âThought you were gonna let us have all the fun, Choso.â Gojo snickers behind you, curling his finger enough to make you moan aloud. You see a good amount of precum and your mouth suddenly feels dry. Taking your hand, you jerk him once and he already looks as if heâs going to cum.Â
âHer hands are so soft. I..â Heâs stammering. âWaitâŠNeed to cumâŠâ A small whimper leaves his lips and he uncontrollably jerks his hips up; fucking your hand. Applying a small bit of pressure to the tip, his eyes shut and heâs jumping back. Sticky wetness drips to the floor and he stands on shaky legs, his eyes pleading with you. Gojo rubs his fingers between your folds; keeping you in the palm of his hands as you play with the others.
âYou wanna cum inside of me, hm?â The moment you utter that sentence he bends over, almost sobbing as he nods his head. Twisting your hand around Chosoâs red leaky tip, you lick a trail up his frenulum. Winking at him you pull back and kiss Geto, swirling your tongue around in his mouth before Gojo pulls your face to kiss you. Moans take over the room while you roll your hips and move into Gojoâs fingers and Geto takes the opportunity to slip a nipple in his mouth and you try to ignore the feeling to focus on kissing. But you couldnât focus, when you heard wet noises surrounding the room and you didnât need to look up to know what it was; everyone was jerking off and it made your body scorching hot.
âWait,â You whisper, close to Gojoâs mouth and gently pushing Getoâs head away from your breast, standing on trembling legs and walking to Choso. âThought you wanted me, babyâŠâ A flip switched, no longer at the whim of men. Heâs speechless, just nodding his head and swallowing.Â
He mutters a quiet, âI do, pleaseâŠâ He kneels, rubs up and down your legs and you place your foot right on top of his sticky boxers.
âWant me to step on it, baby?â Your voice is low and condescending, a smirk tugging on your lips.
Heâs gnawing at the skin on his lips and his face is flushed. âY-yeah?â Your smirk twists into an evil smile before your foot presses down on his leaking tip and his head leans back. His hips raise but you donât move an inch. Heâs whining and sweet small whimpers leave his lips as his hips thrash against your foot.
âBeg for it.â He can only whine, no words to be spoken as he humps your foot with breathy broken moans filled the room.
âBabyââ Heâs looking up at you with dark eyes, his confidence shining through, just a bit. Smiling at him you bend your knees and put his cock between your dominant hand.
âReady?â You ask and he nods. âNeed you to speak up...â Hovering your dripping pussy over his upright cock, almost close to entering, slipping the head between your hot folds is what makes him speak up.
âYe-yeah.â He gulps and pulls his lips to yours, kissing you. Your eyes roll back a bit and you swear you can see stars, sliding the tip of his cock at your aching slit, you both shiver before you finally let his cock slip inside. He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat and his thighs clench under you. You pull back from him and salvia breaks apart, which he lips back up with an awkward smile. Putting weight on your knees, you bounced up and down on him, your tits on full display as they bounced with every move you made. The loud sounds of your pornographic moans filled the room along with the wetness noises of slapping skin; taking more of his cock inside of you each time you bounced down.
Turning your head, you look at Gojo and Geto and like a bee to honey they both rush over; Geto rubbing at your clit with a nipple in his mouth and Gojo kissing your lips, drinking your moans up.Â
âI think im going to lose my mind, the way sheâs riding me⊠oh fuck, im not going to last.â Choso hisses underneath you and grips your hips, trying to slow your pace. Slowly, he fucks into you, dragging his cock into your inner walls and feeling your pussy squeeze him in a tight hug.Â
âYouâre such a good boy Choso.â You lean down to kiss him as Gojo focuses on pressing kisses to your spine. Raising your hips and slamming back down you whisper in his ear, âDonât you want to fill me up? Donât you want to cum inside me all night like a good boy? Huh?â After that there was no more talking for a while as you fucked him, rolling your hips in circles and moaning in his ear. Chosoâs body was wuthering trying to keep up with you; your pussy splattering out white cream as you kept a dangerous pace before his stomach caved in.
âBe gentle with me, please? Please baby or Iâmââ he mouths out your name when he comes, thick ropes as his hips jerk, his eyes rolling back. Heâs heaving loudly, digging his fingers into your hips as he comes down from his high as his body trembles.Â
You barely get a minute to catch your breath before Geto and Gojo slaps their cock on your cheek with dark smiles. You open your mouth, knowing that both canât fit inside but hoping that the tips can. Their cocks graze each other and you swallow around them.Â
âSlutty mouth, taking both of us.â Geto whispers to himself as he shoves more inside, his hand on your head. You gag and they both groan with pleased looks on their faces, Chosoâs cock twitches inside of you.Â
âChoso, donât you think you're being greedy? I wanna fuck her tooâŠâ Gojo whines, looking down at your puffy wet eyes as you choke more on their dicks; both of them throbbing on your tongue. Lifting your hips, a small pop is heard and bits of cum leak out of you. Looking down at Chosoâs half hard cock you grin, heâs breathing so hard with hooded eyes.
âCanât wait to play with that ass,â Geto tells you and your eyes widen a bit. Slipping their cocks out of your mouth, you take his balls into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks so tight around him that he pulls you off.Â
Gojo is quick to turn your attention to him, he ignores Getoâs annoyed stare as he lifts you up. Turning you to the others, he holds your body for everyone to see. Your entire body was being stared at, pussy on full display â soaking wet with cum and your own slickâ his cock hard and standing upright, teasing your clit. He grips your thighs and spreads them a bit wider, small strings from sticky folds breaking off as your pussy spreads.Â
He enters you, fills you up and your toes curl. âFucking tiny, arenât you baby?â His cock angled perfectly at this position, slick running down your thighs as he fucking directly into you. Heâs hitting a deep gooey spot inside of you making wetness come out of you in spurts, your moans making Gojo shiver above you.Â
âHold her still for a minute,â Geto whispers, face directly by your pussy, wetness shined on his face and you felt hot. He mustâve been there for a while. Licking up a long stripe from Gojoâs tight balls to his cock before he nuzzles his face into your cunt, pressing his tongue hard on your pulsing clit â your thighs shake when he pressed a small kiss there. He wraps his tongue against the bud and you jump a bit when Gojo does a small thrust, knocking you loose when he hits that spot again. Geto licks and swirls his tongue around before he moves back. âJust wanted a little tasteâŠâ He spits on your pussy and watches it slide down Gojoâs cock. âLooking fucking pretty with his cock inside of you, ya know that?â
You whine, barely able to talk at the sensation coming from your body. âSloppy pussy making all that noise, hear that?â Geto urges you to listen to the plat wet noises that fill the room and once again, you feel something taking over you.Â
âAre you gonna let me come inside too? Huh, my little treasure?â Gojo bites your neck playfully, thrusting deeper, a long moan leaving your mouth. You donât remember Geto pulling himself to stand but when you feel his cock slap right to your clit, you jolt. Running your slick and his precum.Â
âLet me stretch this pretty ass out, you think you can take both?â His face is flushed, his fingers circling your asshole before his thumb plays with it, you clench a bit before relaxing. âOh? Already been played with.â He says, spitting on his hand and rubbing it in before he gently nudges his tip into your tight hole thatâs stretching ready to take him.Â
Almost too easily, it slips in and he huffs out a laugh, âSo proud of you, I knew you could take it both of them.â Heâs stretching you open and your eyes are blown wide.
âOhhhh!â Leaves your mouth as they both thrust inside of you, both holes clenching and unclenching around them. âOhh, god.â Messy sounds between the three of you and two bodies come to your sides, both placing your hands on their aching cocks. Your eyes are so heavy you canât tell who they are , but your hands move up and down regardless with their hips meeting every thrust you give them. An unfamiliar hand on your clit makes your back arch and you can hear laughing above you. âGojo.â Your voice slurs out, his cock coming close to your cervix and twitching inside of your tightness.Â
Rough fingers circle your clit again and you gasp, âPlease? Please?â You donât know what youâre begging for until both Gojo and Geto do hard thrusts inside of you, making your thighs almost squeeze together.
âYou like it here? Right here?â You canât tell whoâs speaking but Geto grinds his hips in circles, your bodies so close. The amount of wetness leaking out of you, makes you dizzy and now your tongue lolls out of your mouth before Geto kisses you hungrily massaging his tongue against your own, pulling back and spitting in your mouth, watching your throat swallow.Â
âOh you like being full huh? Fucking stuffedâŠâ Your voice is lost, you can only nod with a fucked out smile on your face. âReally gonna fill you up, sweetheart.â The softness of your insides squeezes them both and you can see Getoâs eyes close and you can imagine that Gojoâs is too when Geto throws his head back and both of their cum gushes into you.
âFuckâ fuck,â They say together, both slipping out a bit, panting. Cum splatters out of both your holes as your pussy and ass flexes, you whimper when they both finally slip. Your hands are still jerking the two other cocks as Gojo holds you tightly before one of the men grip your hair and shoves his cock into your mouth, completely to the hilt and your eyes water. You look up to see Nanamiâs blonde locks and his deep brown eyes looking at you, Tojiâs rubbing big circles on your clit and now squeezing one nipple with his other hand and Higurumaâs cock pulsing between your other hand.Â
âC'mon little love, pretty mouth needs to be soaked again, too.â You moan around him as he uses your throat, pulling you by your hair, groaning when he feels you swallow around him. Your eyes flutter close as you suck with your, pulling him out so that his cock can sit on your face while you catch your breath. You can feel Gojo hand your body to Toji and you feel empty for a second not realizing that Tojiâs leading you to a bed.Â
He lays you flat on your back and Nanami moves between your thighs, bending over your body.Â
âSome men like to see you touch yourself, I'm one of those men. Show me and Iâll reward you like the good little girl you are.â Nanami whispers right next to your ear. âThen Iâll help you, yeah? Would you like that?â You nod quickly and he moves back, sitting to watch.Â
âPlay with those pretty tits for daddy.â Your hands move faster than your brain and you reach for them, tugging at your nipples then squeezing them while you look at him. Your body is so overstimulated, you feel like youâre going to come any second. âDonât come until I say so.â He reaches over to slap your clit and your thrash up, wanting him to touch you more. He slaps your pussy again and a wet stream follows down your ass before pulling again to just watch.Â
You circle your nipples, looking at your breasts and tempted to reach down to please yourself. âLook at me⊠look at me while you touch yourself.â You whine and with eyes clouded with tears, you look at him. âTouch your pussy.â He looks directly at your pussy when it clenches around nothing but the air.Â
You circle your clit but you ache for his fingers; theyâre long and slender. Pressing deep into the bud with your middle and ring fingers, squishy gushing sounds while you work yourself up. Your fingers slipping inside briefly before you let out a frustrating sigh.
âPoor girl canât even finger herself correctly, want daddy to show you?â You look up at him and heâs replaced your fingers with his and heâs curling them together, your legs quaking as his fingers fucks more squirt out of you. âGotta get âem really deep to stretch this little cunt open.â He tells you, pushing against your g-spot a little, breathy moans leaving your mouth. Pulling his fingers out, he slips them into your mouth, twirling them around so that you can taste Gojo, Choso and yourself all on your tongue. âYour turn, put these fingers in deep.â He helps you put them in and curl them just like he did; he presses kisses to your lips and looks down at the puddle in the sheets.Â
Your eyes roll back and you canât breathe, he pulls back and looks at you. âYouâre so pretty like this, you know that? Prettiest girl ever, just for me to see.â But it wasnât just for him to see. You were putting on a show for all of them. Touching yourself and spreading your lips as their hungry eyes looked over your body.
He moves between your thighs and with a gentle tap to your clit, you both moan. You bite your lip, âDaddy, Iââ He ignores you, pushing himself through your soaked and wet lips. He slides up against your slit and you shiver. He gives you a wide smile and kisses your lips; licking against your tongue, shushing you. Pushing forward, he moves your legs up so that your knees are pressed against your chest, once he enters you, cum leaks into the sheet.Â
âThis is what you want right? To be mine forever, to be ours forever? You donât want to use your powers on anyone else⊠just meâ just us?â He asks, pushing his cock deeper watching your face morn into a pleasureful expression. His cock has a curve in it and with the angle he has you in, you can feel every inch as he rams into you; fucking you while his cock fucks down and deep inside of your slutty cunt; his balls hitting the rim of your ass the harder he goes.Â
Higuruma comes next to you and puts his cock in your mouth, not moving. Gathering spit in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around the head, teeth grazing him a bit and he seems to like it by the way he grips your hair. Choso stands on the other side of you and pushes your head his way, you let his hips thrust harshly and his balls slapping against your chin before Higuruma grabs your face and jerks off with your eyes on him; which Nanami doesnât like.Â
âKeep your eyes on me.â He grabs your face, his hips slamming against yours. âThey can do whatever they want but when I'm inside of you, you keep your eyes on me.â That makes your eyes snap to his and even with the cocks in your face or in your mouth, your eyes are locked on his. His hips lose rhythm, stuffing you and he mutters a âfuckâ, close to coming and you tighten your pussy to milk him dry. When he finally spills inside you get annoyed when you donât cum.Â
âTell us you want it. Say how bad you need it.â Nanami says, a smirk engraved on his face.
âI⊠I want it, I need it.â His hands slide up and down your thighs. âPlease let me cum. Itâs too much, I donât think I can take it.â You needed to cum badly, pushing your hips up to his again. He slips out before slipping back inside and doing that over and over again before he slides in deeper, hitting that special spot inside of you harder than Gojo did and you cream around him.Â
âThank you, soâhahâ so much, daddy.â Your pussy is flexing open and close as you stare at him, taking Chosoâs cock back into your mouth then switching to Higurumaâs and suckling on the head.Â
âSuch good manners for a slut, donât you think boys?â He says and you can hear the smiles on all of them as they agree and you feel giddy, almost satisfied.Â
Higuruma moves from your mouth and hurries to your pussy, not saying anything as he spreads the lips before diving inside, his tongue licking up every bit of everyone before him and his nose nudging against your clit, you pushed his head deeper, grabbing his hair and grinding your hips so that he nose can hit every nerve in your clit. âOhhh, sir, please just keep it right there.â Applying the pressure yourself and wiggling your hips, your legs stretched far and your brain turned to mush. âGonna come, so hard.â You gasp before your legs cramp up slightly when you push him impossibly deeper.Â
âHowâs she taste?â Toji asks, looking at your face as you groan and squirm.Â
âSo fucking sweetâŠâ he meets your eyes. âBetter than anything I ever had. Donât think anything could compare.â He nibbles on your clit. âIt tastes better than heaven.â That was your breaking point and what made you break, cumming hard and squealing as you did.Â
 Toji doesnât care about you cumming as he digs his face in and sighs at the taste.
Using his fingers to spread you open. âI see what you mean Higuruma, this fucking sweet nectar on my tongue,â Toji uses more of his nose and your hips grind more, trying to feel more of his nose on your clit.Â
Nanamiâs cock is in your face and your head is upside down on the bed; head on the edge as you lie back and his cock fills up your throat, your eyes closed. He watches and feels you swallow around him and he mutters out a small, âFuck, youâre killing me dollface,â when he can actually see himself, the outline of his cock inside of your pretty throat. He runs a finger up and down. He does a small squeeze to your throat as you suck, sloppily. But you wanted a bit more, the taste overwhelming your mouth making you move yourself to the edge of the bed, your nose on his pelvis and the small bush of his pelvic hair tickling your jaw. Even upside down, he could see the dazed look in your eyes, blown and bright as he slowly thrust his hips into your mouth. âThere she is, thereâs my girl.âÂ
You can hear Gojo laughing when he says, âSheâs so far gone, all she knows is that she loves this. Little brain doesnât work without a cock filling her up.â Agreements are heard all around and you feel so small, but Nanami rubs your head, scolding them with a stare.Â
You can feel the presence of Sukuna before you see him; all touch around you disappearing before he bullies his cock inside of you, saying nothing. He just stares at you, your body humming as he rocks inside of you. âYou like that? Gonna make a mess outta you.â He says, your mouth in a permanent âoâ shape, his heavy cock slamming down and filling your body up as the breath leaves your throat. âDirty, filthy slut. Arenât you, woman? All this cum inside of you and still want more, little pussy begging for it.â You clamp down on him and he hisses, still talking to you as he digs deeper inside of you â he probably has the thickest cock of them all, you can feel it in your throat. âYou like being paraded around and fucked like a whore, like youâre nothing, you dirty little girl.âÂ
Youâre nodding, gasping for air and nodding as he speaks down to you, getting wetter as he speaks to you. âMhm. Yes, Ohâ I do.â He has a devilish grin and he moves forward to bite your lip and then kisses you deep.Â
âJust needed a real man to dig this pussy out the right way, yeah? To stretch you out. They werenât doing it like me⊠câmon, I know youâre close. So sensitive and wet for me. This fucking pussyâs crying for me,â And he was right, it was. It was weeping and with every stroke, more wetness covered his cock, dropping and splattering underneath you both. He licks the tears that fall from your face and asks you, âYou like pleasing me? I can see it all over your face whenever I put my dick inside of you.â More tears fall and you can only nod your head at him, sobbing.Â
His pace gets faster and more rough, bending your knees so that they touch your ears and your thighs shake move than they have today, thin milk colored cream mixed with wetness and so much overflowing cum leaks out of you but he doesnât stop, just continues, slows down and then speeds up again. You canât keep up with him, just lying there as he fucks you; small soft moans still leaving your lips. He coos at you, kissing your forehead. âGonna fucking, cum inside my pussy, okay? This is my pussy.â He asserts his dominance over you and your body more than any of the others. With a strained moan, he fills you up; just another load inside of you that makes your eyes roll back and eventually they close.Â
âCome back to us babyâŠâ You hear murmurs around you, your body hot and flushed all over, your cunt and tits sore. your throat is scratchy. âI think she passed, right boys?â They chuckle and nod before Geto speaks again, âBut, letâs try again to make sure she really gets it.â
Just then, the door opens and you can hear a shocked gasp, everyone looks in that direction.Â
âHey, Kusakbe, wanna train to be a sinner today?â Your legs shook and you huffed, looking up at the man who just entered. He smirked at your vulnerable form.
âWellâŠWhat the hell, yeah.â He unbuttoned his pants. âReady for me, pretty?â
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sorry if the only thing i have to say about peck!spock is his figure. i haven't watched strange new worlds yet
#i hear both that its fantastic and also the most horrible thing ever#so typical trekkie response really#ive watched some clips and from what i can tell ethan is quite good#also his voice is scary deep and i havent gotten used to it yet#first time i heard it i jumped in my seat jgdiujgfdi#oh oh i like how snw has five main cast members who are women!#and theres more girl mains than boy mains#im pretty sure thats unprecidented! so thats cool#i look forward to meeting these lovely ladies :)#especially that pretty little english one with the ''im descended from one of history's greatest monsters'' drama
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a love song for lady earth | s.r.
in which reader has her first experience with munch!spencer
margotober masterlist
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: oral (fem receiving), munch!spencer, a little bit of overstim, d/s dynamics if you spin in circles and then squint, pwp, cumming untouched, fingering, dirty talk, a little praise word count: 2.16k a/n: this one goes out to everyone who's ever gotten shitty head from shitty guys. also to people who like their men a little pathetic.
âWhat are you doing?â Your voice comes out higher than you anticipated. The slight panic in your tone sets your boyfriend on high alert, his eyebrows rising in curiosity as he hovers over you.
Spencer pulls himself up until you meet his eyes, concern and lust fusing together to create nothing short of confusion. He studies your expression, investigating your interruption with the kind of delicacy that he always has when approaching intimacy, âBaby,â he starts, âHave you ever received oral sex before?â
Your lips part in surprise, wondering why thatâs the conclusion he comes to, âI have,â you respond hesitantly. âI justââ you falter, âYou donât have to.â
His confusion deepens, âI donât have to what?â
âYou donât have to give me head,â you answer timidly, âBecause itâs notâ you just donât have to.â
Languidly, Spencer drags his fingertips up and down your inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. âItâs not what? Now you have to tell me.â
You groan in frustration, looking up at the ceiling fan while you search for words that wonât set your cheeks ablaze, âI donât like it, and I know guys donât like it. So, you just⊠we can skip that part.â
âJust out of curiosity, what about it donât you like?â Spencer asks, sitting up fully between your legs, one hand resting on your knee, keeping your legs parted.
Looking down at him, you chew on the inside of your lip, knowing you have his undivided attention when you speak up, âI just donât get any pleasure out of a guy trying to French with my vagina while I fake moan.â
âAh,â Spencer breathes, âSo, youâve never received good oral sex before,â he amends his previous question.
Propping yourself up on your hands, you raise your eyebrows doubtfully, âIâm not entirely convinced there is such a thing, and will you please stop calling it oral sex? It sounds so clinical.â
He crawls over to you, putting his face right in front of yours, âDo you trust me?â
You frown, âOf course I do, what does that have to do with any of this?â
âWould you be willing to let me go down on you?â The earnestness in his tone catches you by surprise. If you didnât know any better, youâd think he wants to eat you out.
Humming affectionately, you tilt your head at him, âDo you really want to? I always thought guys hated doing it.â
Spencer raises his eyebrows, âThen I guess that demographic doesnât apply to me.â
âOh,â you breathe, âYou can⊠We can try,â you offer. Nerves twist in your lower belly as his eyes widen ever so slightly, your eyes fall shut as he leans his head forward, pressing his lips to yours while his hand starts to pull at the waistband of your panties.
Your boyfriendâs lips are almost unfairly soft against your own as his hands continue to undress you, pushing your t-shirt up around your waist and pulling down your underwear to the middle of your thighs. Pressing his forehead against yours, Spencer pulls away ever so slightly, âYou can always tell me if you want me to stop, alright?â
Nodding, you canât help but be curious about his plan. You find yourself questioning every partner youâve had in the past, or maybe Spencer just has a special talent with his mouthâhe certainly was good at running it. âYes,â you say, kissing him again before he moves his head down.
âThank you,â he mutters, bringing his head back down to where it was before youâd stopped him. Spencer lazily drags your panties down your legs, flinging them across the room to be found later before dropping his head between your knees, littering small, slow kisses along the insides of your thighs. âPretty girl,â he hums, inspecting your glistening sex with peaked interest.
Your cunt clenches around nothing at his words, earning a chuckle from Spencer as he set on top of your mound, pulling the skin taut before blowing cool air on you. You jump in response, looking down at where heâs smirking from between your legs. Admittedly, youâd never felt so dizzy at the prospect of having a man go down on you, he just looks so pretty.
He hums absentmindedly, âJust making sure youâre paying attention,â he teases.
There could be an air raid siren going off and youâd still be too focused on him to take cover. His movements are calculated as he exposes your clit to the air, leaning his head down and pressing his tongue flat against your folds, licking a stripe before readjusting himself on the bed.
A constellation of feather-light kisses is left everywhere, your inner thighs, up toward your hip boneâeverywhere except where you really need him. Your clit aches with need as he continues to tease you, the pad of his thumb skimming ever so slightly over the sensitive bud, relieving only a fraction of the pressure thatâs building up. âSpence,â you breathe.
âAre you enjoying this?â He asks, lifting his head up and looking at you curiously.
You nod once, âAre you?â You challenge.
His head drops again, and your breath hitches when he answers, âImmensely.â
Spencer continues but doesnât move on, studying your anatomy so intently that it only serves to turn you on even more. His hand ghosts over your folds, running a finger over your slit and chuckling when your hips buck up in response to the stimulation.
He couldâve gotten you to beg, had that been his goal, you wouldâve babbled please so incessantly that the word no longer held any meaning, but that wasnât what Spencer wanted. He wanted you to enjoy receiving pleasure in a way that no man had ever wanted before.
âYouâre just so fucking perfect,â he murmurs, watching you intently.
Before you had a chance to reply, his mouth was on you again, his tongue deftly slipping between your folds and poking at your entrance. Other than working you up, you didnât feel any different than you had previously. You give a gentle hum of encouragementâat least he tried, and at least youâd be wet enough for sex.
Spencer curls his tongue, dragging your slick up to your clit, and thatâs where he finally got you. His tongue pressed firmly against the bundle of nerves as you squirm beneath him, your body moving faster than your brain as your hips move away from his mouth, âShh,â Spencer coos, âItâs okay, baby. I know itâs a lot. Iâve got you.â
Taking a deep shuddering breath, you nod. You open your mouth to form a reply, but the only thing that comes out is a breathy sigh.
Carefully, Spencer moves your legs, placing your thighs on top of his shoulders, giving you one more glance before diving back in, kitten-licking your clit while you try to catch your breath.
âSpence,â you cry, feeling an orgasm that you previously hadnât thought was possible building in your lower belly. A swarm of nerves and aches of pleasure thrumming through your body like electricity.
He readjusts, lifting his head more so that his lips can wrap around the sensitive nub, his mouth gently suckling on it.
At a loss for what to do with your hand, they find their way down to his head, weaving your fingers through his hair as his ministrations drive you closer and closer to an orgasm. Tugging at the soft curls earns a groan from him, the vibrations on your clit causing you to cry out, âOh my god.â
He drops one of your legs, moving his hand up to grab one of yours before you cum, squeezing his hand as he gently nips at your clit, further encouraging your orgasm.
âIâmâ ah, please,â you babble nervously, inhaling sharply as your orgasm washes over you, cunt clenching around nothing as Spencerâs mouth continues working at you, licking softly as your back arches off of the bed, sweat causing the sheets to stick to your skin.
Your thighs are trembling by the time Spencer comes back up, his mouth shining with your arousal as he breathes as heavily as you. His hand cups your sensitive sex when he leans forward, leaning in to kiss your lips.
The taste of yourself on his lips doesnât even cross your mind as you cup the back of his head and pull his mouth to yours. The tang of your own cunt on your tongue draws a moan from the back of your throat, and you jump when one of Spencerâs fingers gently teases your interest, the sensitivity from your previous orgasm making your head spin.
âCan I go back?â Spencer asks, looking down at his hand briefly before returning to your eyes for permission.
Your mouth gapes, âYou want more?â
He groans in response, âAngel, Iâd spend all day between your thighs if youâd let me.â
Your stomach flips, mourning the fact that you had plans in the afternoon, âI might just take you up on that someday.â
Lifting your body from the pillows, Spencer tugs your t-shirt the rest of the way off your body, leaving you fully nude in front of him, âFuck,â he groans, gently guiding your back to the mattress as he attaches his lips to your neck, leaving your fingers clawing at his back.
His head moves lower, nipping and sucking at your collarbones, leaving light marks as he makes his way down to your chest. His lips scatter kisses all along your breasts as he moves down, down, down. Right until heâs right where you want him, and right where he wants to be. âOh,â you whimper, taking in a shaky breath while he tentatively presses his index finger into your wet hole.
âPoor baby,â Spencer coos at your sensitivity, âYouâre doing so well, letting me fuck you with my mouth. All you needed was someone to suck your clit.â
You sigh dazedly in response, every thought in your mind evacuating as his mouth drops to your pussy again, languidly lapping at your cunt while his finger eases into you, âYouâre so good at this.â
He hums against you in response, the vibrations causing your body to shudder and your hands to return to their home in his hair. The feeling of his mouth gently sucking on that little bundle of nerves and his finger starting to thrust makes your walls clench.
A strangled moan escapes your mouth when he adds a second finger, his second and third fingers driving into you with a steady rhythm as his tongue flicks your clit in calculated movements. The recognition of your impending orgasm hits you, ââm close,â you breathe, gasping as his movements donât relent, tears prick at your eyes as you chase that high.
Spencer pushes your legs further apart with his spare hand, keeping your thighs from closing around his head as he moans against your cunt. You pull on his hair, eliciting another groan from him that sends you hurtling into your second orgasm, crying out his name like a prayer as he tapers off his ministrations.
His hand slows first, gently working you through your orgasm as his tongue laps at your clit, gentle movements soothing the hypersensitive spot as you catch your breath, tears trickling down your cheeks as you smooth out the hair on his head. He pulls away from you, releasing your trembling thighs and letting them fall around him as he tiredly rests his head on your abdomen. âSpence,â you whisper, combing your fingers through his hair, causing him to rest his chin on you, meeting your eyes as he wipes your slick from his mouth.
He hums a response, âMy love,â he murmurs, eyes closing as he enjoys the feeling of you playing with his hair.
You chew on the inside of your lip nervously, âDo⊠do you need me?â Your question was tentative, unsure if he wants you to reciprocate.
âUh,â he says, equally as unsure, âThatâs not necessary.â
You raise your eyebrows, âItâs not like I feel inclined to, but Iâd like to⊠to return the favor.â
Spencer shakes his head, âNo, I mean Iâm taken care of. I alreadyâŠâ his voice trails off, leaving you to fill in the blanks.
âOh,â you breathe, âOh.â Your hand comes up to cover your mouth, hiding your smile, âWell Iâm glad you enjoyed yourself.â Desperately. You were trying desperately not to laugh at the prospect of your boyfriend cumming in his briefs.
He rolls his eyes in response, clearly unbothered. He seems almost proud, and you suppose itâs not often that a man finishes from giving head. âSo,â he starts, moving his hand and using his fingertips to draw stars across your bare skin, âDid you enjoy it?â
You huff in response, the answer is obvious, but he just wants the victory of knowing heâs changed your mind. Who are you to refuse him of that? âImmensely,â you answer.
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âSweet nothingâ
Pairing: Benjicot âdavosâ blackwood x fem!reader
Benji masterlist
Between war, blood and chaos, your husband founds himself running home to your sweet nothing.
Nsfw, Benji being a tease but absolutely feral for you, bath chamber hinted sex, kissing and biting, nudtidy, groping, consent is sexy, domesticated!ben, fancast! Benji.
â Darling, did you miss me ? â You opened your eyes to find your lord husband strolling in your bath chambers.
All the servants were walking out with their head bowed down and knowing closed smiles, Benji grinned when he caught your eye, before he trailed his gaze down at your naked body, drinking you in with a smug tug of his lips, rubbing his jaw.
â I missed you.â you breathed, feeling your heart ache to touch him, to hold him, to breathe him in.
You were beginning to get out of water when Ben shaked his head, mouthing a 'love' before stripping off his clothes, one by one.
He was being torturous with the pace, he knew well how driven you were, your mouth agape as you saw him, so so long. He tossed his tunic, because teasing you was one of his greatest amusement, but then again, he was dying to be in your embrace and let everything mute in the background, and regardless to say how pretty you looked, like those sirens they talked about, luring him and he would, he would crawl and beg and plead and surrender, for you he was insane.
â My lord.â you whispered, giving him that, âI'll never sleep with you againâ look and it only took a moment before he was stepping down in the bath, beaming.
His naked body disappearing in the mist of water, you followed his movements, his smile climbing to a grin as he reached you, taking your hand and pressing it to his chest. Beneath your palm his heart was beating for you, loud and rhythmic.
â You have no idea how much I missed you.â you pressed a soft kiss on his chest, just near a bluish bruised wound. You hoped they were all dead, all of them who hurt him.
â you can always give me a idea, don't you think my lady.â He pouted, sensing your worry as he lifted you chin with his finger tip, eyes sparkling with mischief, you pushed forward your hands to cup his face, needless to say about him. He was everywhere, cupping your ass cheeks to kneading your breast, pulling your waist as he placed sweet kisses all over, like a starved man and he was, a very starved man for your love, your affection, your body and all of your sweet nothings.
â I missed this.â he bited at the crook your neck, you arched back, allowing more access.
â And ? â you asked because Benji liked that, liked knowing everything that swirled in your mind, to know what you thought about everything and nothing.
You couldn't see him as he was sliding down your body, open mouthed kisses all over your skin while you tugged at his soft hair, but you knew how stupidly he would have smiled.
â And this.â he bumped his nose to your navel, looking up to meet your gaze.
â Tell me more.â you whined, dropping your head back, Benji wrapped your legs around his waist, taking you out of the water as he laid you on the floor, climbing over you.
â More ? â He smiled, leaning to kiss your nose tip, then claiming your in hard embrace and clatter of souls, his lips soft and warm and sweet.
You were flushed under him, you didn't dare look between him and you because the hard length that pressed against your thigh was enough proof of how madly you drived him crazy.
Benji watched as your breath hiccuped in your throat, watching your heart swell and eyes dazed with lust, like blown back.
âsay it my sweet love.â He was propped on his elbows on either side of your head, his own voice shaky, he wanted nothing less to dive inside you, take you all and leave nothing, to devour and to worship you. But he needed you to say it first. âc'mon sweetheartâ He nuzzled his nose at the side of your neck, breathing in your scent, humming along.
â yes...Ben.â you bited your lower lip as his shaft was leaking with pre cum, weakening your legs and the pressure in your pit grew, dazing your senses.
â huh.â Ben perked up, relaxing in a smirk, pecking down your jaw as he raised one eyebrow, like he didn't listen. Bastard.
â T-take me.â you demanded and pleaded and that was all he needed to hear, before his lips parted in a gasp, He's bloody going to moan every sweet nothing out of you. Oh, how sweet.
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I NEED A SMUT ONE SHOT OF THIS LOGAN I CANT FIND ANY
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pairing: mob boss! Wolverine x mutant!reader
summary: After getting mutant powers, Wade and y/n thought they could save the city from gangsters to be recruited as an avenger. They soon find out that the boss of all the gangsters in the city is a variant who slipped his way into their universe. A new Wolverine, but the worst of them all.
warnings: blood, possessive, animalistic, neck biting, marking, tasting, smut, etc.
note: Logan can't ignore a woman who's just like him.
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How do you guys feel about a x men story with reader? Logan being rude Logan at first, then slowly shows small affection towards the reader. Jealousy and things of that sort. They soon hit it off, and after Logan starts acting rude again, because heâs scared of the love he grew for her. Itâll be a long story, but something to read at night. ALL ON WATTPAD! Comment below, please!
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âHow about we shut the fuck up so we can make it out of here alive, hm?â Y/n asked Wade who kept whispering over to her that he swore he knew the man sitting in the chair.
âHow would you possibly know a mob boss Wade?â She annoyingly asked, thinking he was joking as usual, but after she turned to look at Wade, she noticed how serious he was.
âThatâs the fuckinâ Wolverine,â Wade gasped, noticing the manâs muscles and body structure as well as his hair that stayed up perfectly. Wade was a fanboy and knew from the comics, this had to be a variant of him.
âCâmon, y/n! Weâve had too much shit happen for you to not at least think. Look at him! The man looks exactly like him!â Wade said, as y/n shook her head. Sometimes she regretted teaming up with Wade. This was one of the times.
âGod fuckinâ damn, do I have to prove myself every time I say something!?â Wade said before dropping down to the floor and kicking up into the manâs face.
As the man holding Y/n loosened his grip from the unexpected fight with Wade, y/n turned around, elbowing the man in his face, causing him to knock out next to the other man.
âMister Howlett, Iâve been waiting my whole life to meet you-â Wade said as he walked towards the man who was still facing the pool table. Before Wade could finish his sentence, the man brought out his claws and stabbed Wade in his face.
Y/n gasped loudly as the man pulled back and Wade fell to the ground, groaning in minimal pain.
Y/n charged at the man, hoping heâd stay faced forward so she could end him, but he got up and grabbed Y/n. All in a swift motion, the man turned her around and slammed her on the table, one hand around her neck as the other brought out his claws and strapped her in the gut.
Y/n yelled, feeling the sharp pain, but it quickly went away. Y/n breathed heavily as she looked up, about to throw a punch, but she froze.
âHoly shit,â she said, seeing rare eyes looking down at her. âTold you!â Wade jumped up onto his feet before a few bodyguards pulled him back.
âH-How?â She asked as the man dug deeper into her stomach with a head tilt. The last time he checked, he was the only one to regenerate. How come a man in a red onesie and a pretty young lady heâs never seen before, can do the same as him.
âTake the man to the basement, and her â Get her cleaned and dressed to my liking,â
Y/n looked at the man, confused as well as Wade. âHey, wait! We need to talk!â Wade yelled as the men dragged him away. âDonât worry â We will,â Logan said as he removed his claws from y/n, eyes still burned into her.
Y/n stayed still, looking up at the man she knew was dangerous. He looked dangerously and anyone who knew who Wolverine was, would know he was.
âFascinating,â the man said as he lifted y/nâs tight shirt up, grazing across her wound that healed in seconds. Logan quickly stepped back and snapped his fingers.
Y/n leaned up, getting ready to fight anyone that came near, but she failed as four men grabbed her. Y/n yelped after a sharp pain stuck in her neck. Before she could say anything, she fell out.
Y/m had woken up thirty minutes ago, cleaned, and dressed in some skin-tight silky dress. She had no idea what was going ok and why she had red bottom heels on.
She stayed seated on the bed in the huge room she was locked in before the door finally opened. âSaid, I can handle her, alright? Stop fuckinâ bugginâ me, Bub,â Logan said before shutting the door behind him with a sigh.
âWhereâs Wade?â Y/n asked after seeing blood stains on the manâs white suit. âBeing held,â he replied as he made his way over to the bed she was on. The young lady crawled back onto the bed until her head hit the headboard.
âLet us go, and weâll let you love â For now,â she added, making the man chuckle. âYou canât handle me just because you can regenerate, Bub,â Logan said, now standing on the bed.
âYour little partner told me what you were up to. You thought you could kill me? Serious, y/n?â the man said, making her heart drop. He knew her name. Fuckinâ WadeâŠ
âDonât worry, sweetheart. I wonât hurt you. Youâve got me all wrong,â the man said as he reached out to her. The girl flinched, not knowing what he was going to do until his hand softly touched her skin.
âNo one knows what I do, so if I tell you this, youâll have to promise to keep that pretty mouth closed,â he said, taking a look at her lips.
âD-Depends,â she said as his fingers trailed around her leg. âI had been demoted from these bastards wearing helmets. They tried stickinâ me with something, but I took care of it,â Y/n knew what he meant by that.
âTook one of their devices, and got here. Same world but different. Wanna know how?â He asked, hands close to the bottom of her mid-thigh dress. âWhy?â She asked low.
âBecause pretty girls like you back at home donât come into my space trying to kill me,â he said, slightly scarring the girl. What did she get herself into?
âBut donât worry, Bub. You thought I was one of them, so Iâll let it slide. Iâm not a drug dealer, Iâm not a gun dealer, and I donât kill people unless they demand shit. Usually, theyâre bad,â
âWade isnât bad, and you stabbed the man,â Y/n said, making the man chuckle. âHe was in my face and broke into my home. You gotta understand me on that, princess,â he said, now tracing his hands up her clothed thigh.
âGood, so, now that weâre at some kind of understanding, is like to offer you what I offered your partner,â
âWork with me to keep this place from falling apart. In my last world, I was the bad guy. I was all the things I just told you Iâm not. Iâve changed, and I need more people like me to help,â
Y/n was confused at the sudden change in the man. At first, he seemed like he was going to murder her and Wade in the worst way possible, but now, heâs asking for help.
âAnd if you donât wanna get your pretty hands dirty, you can just be by my side, lookinâ just like that,â he said, slowly hovering over the girl who didnât think of pushing him off.
âHey, your friendâs fine. This isnât his blood. I know it doesnât make it better, but just know, the stranger deserved it â Trust me, princess,â
Y/n didnât know what came over her, but she believed him. Maybe he isnât bad, and heâs just disguising himself like this to move around the safe.
âYou trust me, baby?â He asked as his free hand cupped her chin. âCâmon, Bub â Talk to me,â Logan said as he leaned towards her, lips inches from her. He knew that if she didnât want him on her, she wouldâve done something about it.
âI donât even know you,â Y/n said, feeling her stomach tingle. How is he doing this to her? âThen let me introduce myself,â the man said before softly attacking her lips, instantly forcing his tongue in her mouth.
Y/n moaned low in between their kiss, hating herself for letting a stranger touch her in any kind of way, but it was hard to push him away. The man was intimidating.
âYou donât understand how good it feels to know thereâs someone like me. Especially when they look like you and taste so good,â
Logan hikes the younger lady's dress up until he could fully grab her ass, squeezing until she earned a loud whine. âSoundinâ pretty, Bub,â
Y/n wanted to respond, but the feeling of the manâs teeth softly biting down on her neck stopped her.
Y/nâs hands flew to his shoulders to grip down on as she let out a low whine. The man groaned in her ear before he continued moving his hands down her body.
âYour little friend told me, you and I would get along. He wasnât wrong, Bub,â the man said as he tugged on his dress pants until his cock fell out, rubbing against y/nâs thigh.
âWhat did that bastard tell you?â Y/n asked, trying to control her whine as the man kept nibbling on her neck. He was hungry for the young lady and wasnât afraid to show it.
âSaid youâre a hard ass just like me. Canât listen, do what you want, cuss like a sailor, and need a man to match your energy,â
âSaid youâd scare anyone off, but wouldnât be able to scare me. Seems like you need me as much as I need you,â
Logan pulled Y/nâs panties to the side so he could push at her entrance. âAugh, shit,â the man grunted, feeling the woman grip him instantly.
Y/nâs legs wrapped around the man, tightening to pull him into her so his cock could fill her fast. âFuck, y/n,â the man was shocked at how much she wanted this too.
âAlright, Bub, I got some rules for ya,â the man said as he leaned up, cock still in her, stroking slowly. âI donât want you treatinâ no one with respect. You walk around how I dress you, and make it know youâre with me,â
Y/n traced her hands all over the manâs upper body, even his arms as she listened with lustful eyes.
âGonna need you to stay close to me. Needa keep safe and on my lap, mhkay? Needa keeps my hands on you,â the animal had slipped from Logan. Heâd never felt like this before, but the need to claim her all around was no question after he felt her walls clamp onto him.
âAll fuckinâ mine, and I know I said Ian a bad guy, but if someone pisses you off or makes you emotional in any kind of way â I swear to god, Iâll separate their head from their body,â
Logan had leaned close to Y/nâs face, allowing her to grab his cheeks and rub at them.
âNeed my girl happy. Need her to look good every second of the day. I know you regenerate, but you need me, baby. You need me to protect you from whateverâs out there,â
âPlease take care of me,â y/n said, knowing he meant every word he said. He was claiming her now and will claim her any other chance he can.
After she came into his mansion, acting recklessly, he knew he had to keep her in check and close. There are not many people like them, and no one deserves them. No one deserves her. Only he deserves her, and no one can tell him otherwise.
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ââđ private show - lap dance request
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content: lap dance, thigh riding, lingerie, little skirt, groping, make outs, cumplay
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"Twirl for me princess" he says, leaning back into his chair
The cold air inside your dimly lit, 6th floor apartment is only making your nipples stand stiffer, pressing to the thin fabric of your pink lacy bralette
With a little giggle of excitment, you spin slowly for your boyfriend, his eyes scanning over the matching little skirt, the white thigh highs that are attached but most importantly, the curves of your body beneath all of it
He licks his lips, reaching out to palm your ass that's sticking out from beneath the tiny skirt, so full and soft for him
"God, you're so beautiful baby" he whispers into your skin, planting wet kisses all over the exposed area between your bra and skirt, sloppyly tracing his mouth over the skin, tugging and licking until it's messy and bruised while his skilled hands continue groping at your cheeks,
He slaps them softly,
"Come on, give me a show pretty lady"
you spin back around to meet his eyes, lustful and wandering all over you, the attraction he has to you so abundantly clear from his gaze alone
Paired with the small tilt of his head, the evident bulge in his grey joggers just from kissing you alone
His hair is fluffly, slightly messes up and dropping gorgeously over his honey skin
You drive him crazy, drive him to forget anything around him and focus solely on your body, to make you reach the peak of your pleasure
You grant him his wish, slowly walking to the side of where he's sitting,
One of your feminine, delicate finger traces down the lines of his body art, pink nails scratching slightly on his rougher skin
He sighs out in pleasure, even more so when you kneel down to run your hand across his firm thigh, muscles thick and flexing under your touch,
Like a sexy little minx your dance beings, pushing yourself forward with your back arched before rolling back on your heels to sit on your knees,
He keeps watching the way your little mini skirt bunches up, when you spread your legs he catches a glimpse of the thin fabric that covers your heat
The view is quickly replaced by you coming back up slowly, sexily lifting your torso up and waking around him in a small circle, hand resting on his shoulder while you do so
Your eyes never leave the little reactions he has, biting his lip, clenching his fist to avoid grabbing at you
The restraint is set, he wants to enjoy his little dancer
You bend over in front of him, circling your hips and throwing them back, the fat of your ass jumping with your movements, when you stop, there isn't much time for him to do anything but grunt as you throw one leg over his thigh,
Smiling innocently, you take his hands to your waist before wrapping your own around his neck,
"Do you like the show kook?" you ask while slowly grinding your wet heat on his thigh, your knee pushing up against his bulge faintly with every little move, making him elicit the smallest of moans
Looking down, he moans even more, the sight of your skirt running over his thigh, every push back showing more and more of the wet spot you're leaving on his joggers,
"I love it so much, you're so incredibly sexy" he replies, encouraging your hips with his hands, guiding you to a faster pace on his thigh
The heavy material of his sweatpants feel so good against your covered clit, creating the perfect amount of friction
It isn't enough however, you need to hear him, feel him enjoy it
One of your hands wanders down his naked torso, teasing his nipple before halting on his bulge
"Mhm god, please keep touching me pretty" he whines, his usual dominace long forgotten with the way your hand works against his hard on, palming him with urgency
He keeps whining, moaning out small praises, he notices your hips moving in a steady pace on their own, letting go of your waist to play with your body further
"Gonna touch these, so fucking cute" swiftly your bra is ripped down, chest spilling over it and haistly covered by his firm, rough hands,
Groping them together and upward, rubbing your nipples with his thumb and in the haze of your combined pleasure, full of moans and whimpers, it is still not enough
He busies his lips with your neck, sloppy kissing every inch he can find while listenting to your cute moans in return, he knew he found a sweetspot if you stared grinding harder, palming his bulge with more eagerness
his head drops even lower, pushing you back softly to swirl his tongue over your nipple, sucking on the senstivity and soothing it with a lick of his wet muscle while his other hand stimulates the neglected one,
He needs more, he needs to hear you whine, sinking his soft teeth into the skin, licking and sucking on it harsher does just that, filling up the room with lustful whines and begs of pleasure
"Kiss me please kook" you say, eyes half closed from how fucking good he feels on your tits, your pussy, your heart
He smiles, crashing his needy lips onto yours, the noises from your joined enjoyment drowning out in the desperation of the kiss
His tongue pushes against yours, it's messy and greedy, spit running down, clashing of teeth and pulling on your lips, nevertheless, it's too good to stop
"Mhm fuck, gonna cum in my pants pretty, please let me cum on your pussy" he begs, still kissing your soft lips relentlessly
Without another word needed you get on the nearby couch, laying down and yanking the skirt down with you
He sighs, moaning at the sight of you, messed up and sprawled out just for him
With his heavy, leaking cock pulled out from his sweats he presses his hips down,
You reach for his cock, jerking him off as best as you can from your position, obsessed with how good he looks like this, needy and dumbed out from pleasure
Every ab muscle flexing from the tension, pink leaky tip in your feminine hand, his tattoos covered in a glaze of sweat like a portrait that's been freshly coated
"God baby gonna- mhhm fuck- gonna cum"
"So good kook, cum for me" you reply, the unoccupied hand moving down to spread your folds for him, showing him how slick and ready you are to take whatever he gives you
His eyes roll back with your last tugs on his hard cock, milky cum spilling out and on your drenched cunt,
You're covered in him, his marks, his spit, his cum and it all feels to good, way too good to stop the plea coming out from you
He pants, whimpering once his eyes return to look at the beauty he created, clashing your lips with his again before whispering into them,
"Wanna fuck it into you next, stuff you of my cum until you're a mess like me"
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you are my moonlight
In which gwayne hightower meets his future wife, and his timing is most unfortunate
PAIRING: gwayne hightower x reader, alicent hightower x PLATONIC!reader, rhaenyra targaryen x PLATONIC!reader
WARNINGS: fluff, young love, friends fighting, creepy viserys, horrible timing
WORD COUNT: 3.5k
AN: this could be read as a prequel to come back to me, but does NOT have to be read to understand any context!!
The tourney was in full swing, Y/N sitting eagerly on Rhaenyraâs left. The first two matches had finished rather similarly, with Sir Criston Cole being the winner. What the trio was actually waiting for was Prince Daemonâs match. It was all Rhaenyra had talked about for days and the fact that heâd gifted her a necklace of Valyrian steel, a rare and precious token that many in the realm could not afford. Of course, Rhaenyra and her family were the exception, as they were one of two of the only remaining High Valyrian houses left. Â
The knights of the realm lined up before the Prince, the Master of Revels, announced the man himself. âPrince Daemon of House Targaryen, Prince of the City, will now choose his first opponent.â The prince rode down the line, inspecting each knight briefly. He quickly settled on Alicentâs brother, Ser Gwayne. âFor his first challenge, Prince Daemon Targaryen chooses Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown, eldest son of the Hand of the King.âÂ
Alicent grew restless, picking at the skin surrounding her fingers. Y/N wished she could comfort the auburn haired girl herself, but Rhaenyra grabbed her friend's hand quickly, stopping her from further injury. The two men lined up on their respective sides, racing towards each other.Â
Ser Gwayne released the first blow to the shock of the stands. Y/N beamed, though she did not know why. She hardly knew the knight, only hearing of him through Alicent when she recalled her childhood. The second round was quick, and at the last second, Prince Daemon lowered his joust in front of the horse's legs, causing it to topple over, taking Ser Gwayne with it. She gasped, a hand covering her mouth. She mumbled, knowing Rhaenyra would not stand for any untoward talk of her uncle. âBy the seven.â
Ser Gwayne did not move, and Alicent grew more anxious by the second. Y/N reached her hand out, grasping Alicent's briefly. âHe will be alright, Alicent, I know it.â The squires lifted him from the ground, walking him over to the medicine tent. He would be transported later to the sept, Y/N assumed. She would have to visit him and keep him company while he recovered.Â
Prince Daemon approached the Royal apartment, and Rhaenyra instantly approached her uncle. âNicely done, Uncle.â Alicent and Y/N followed suit, still squeamish from the clearly immoral act.
âThank you, Princess.â Daemon nodded his head. âLady Y/N.âÂ
âMy Prince.âÂ
He turned to Alicent. âNow, Iâm fairly certain I can win these games, Lady Alicent. Having your favor would all but assure it.â Alicent walked away, and Daemon smiled once more at the ward of the crown. âNext tourney, my lady, I shall ask you.âÂ
Y/N laughed. âI look forward to that day, my Prince.âÂ
Alicent returned swiftly, placing her favor on the Princeâs joust. âGood luck, my Prince.â The three girls sat down, waving at the crowd. The tourney had turned sour near after, with three fights breaking out, all ending in death. The knights, who had never seen battle, were bloodthirsty from what she could tell.
Y/N grew nauseous quickly, begging Rhaenyra for pardon so that she did not grow sick. Rushing out of the royal apartment, she decided to visit Ser Gwayne while she still had the nerve. The tent was quiet, with the exception of a few masters concocting ointments. Y/N peaked around the corner, coming face to face with Alicentâs brother. She curtsied, bowing her head. âMy lord.â He tried to sit up, but she quickly stopped him. âPlease, there is no need to further harm yourself.âÂ
He smiled gratefully. âI must ask for your forgiveness, my lady; I do not remember meeting you.âÂ
âI am Y/N of House Hawthorne. A ward of the crown and a friend of your sisterâs.âÂ
âA pleasure, my lady.â He tilted his head. âHas she sent you here then?âÂ
âAlicent remains at the tourney. I-â She blushed, realizing how foolish it sounded. âI saw your joust, and I wanted to see that you were well. For Alicentâs sake.âÂ
He nodded, a smirk growing on his lips. âFor Alicent, of course. I must say, I have not heard of House Hawthorne.â She smiled, sitting beside him.
âWe are located in the Westerlands, my lord, and are sworn to House Lannister.â She looked closer at his wound, wincing. âYour wound looks rather agitated still. Would you mind if I-âÂ
He shook his head quickly. âPlease. I would be most appreciative.âÂ
She stood, sneaking a cloth and an herb she knew caused numbing. Wrapping it carefully, she dipped the cloth in water, tapping it lightly on his skin. âThis should numb the pain, for now, my lord. Iâve known this herb to speed the healing process along quite nicely.âÂ
He hummed, closing his eyes. âHow did you become so well acquainted with such knowledge?âÂ
âMy mother was a trained healer, my lord.âÂ
âPlease call me Gwayne.â He peeked through his eyelids, giving her a kind smile. âYouâve all but earned it.âÂ
âVery well, my lo- Gwayne.â She nodded. âIf I can call you by your name, it is only fair that you call me by mine.âÂ
He scoffed. âHardly. That would be highly improper.âÂ
She raised an eyebrow, still delicately tapping the cloth. âOpposed to what you have asked of me?âÂ
He nodded, steadfast. âYou are a lady. You should be addressed as such.âÂ
Dipping the cloth back in the water, she laughed. âHardly.âÂ
âUsing my own words against me.â He laughed back. âMy, you are a wonder.âÂ
âY/N?âÂ
She froze, turning around quickly. For some reason Y/N felt guilty, caught even. But seeing Alicent stand at the end of her brotherâs bed, her face as pale as the winter snow, made the girl forget her worries. Y/N dropped the cloth in the bowl, rushing to Alicentâs side. âWhat is it? Whatâs happened?âÂ
âThe Queen. Sheâs-â Alicent leaned closer, whispering in her friend's ear. âSheâs dead.â Y/N gasped.
âI-â Y/N turned back to Gwayne, waving quickly. âIt was wonderful to make your acquaintance, my lord.â The two girls rushed off, leaving the knight thoroughly confused.Â
âCall me-â The girl was out of the tent before he could finish his sentence.
The funeral was a somber affair, as to be expected. Alicent and Y/N stood close by to Rhaenyra, staring at the covered bodies. Syrax, the Princessâs dragon, stood at the top of the hill, waiting for its orders. They stood in silence for the better part of an hour before Prince Daemon whispered in Rhaenyraâs ear, no doubt telling her that she would have to be the one to give the order.Â
A shiver ran down Y/Nâs spine as her friend stepped forward, catching a sob. âD-â Rhaenyra took a deep breath, commanding her dragon. âDracarys.âÂ
The yellow fury let out a great blast, effectively burning her mother and brotherâs corpses. Rhaenyra turned away, unable to look at her deceased loved ones. Soon after, the crowd dissipated, leaving Rhaenyra, Y/N, and Alicent still standing by the sight. Y/N stayed back as Alicent approached their grieving friend.
âMy lady.âÂ
Y/N turned, smiling lightly at the Hightower. âMy lord.âÂ
âI believe last we met, I asked you to call me by my name.â He smirked. âOr am I mistaken?âÂ
She laughed quietly. âI believe the herb I applied made you hallucinate, my lord. You never said anything of the sort.âÂ
He laughed. âIâm sure you would never lie to me, so I shall take your word for it.âÂ
Y/N looked back at her friends, her heart aching.Â
âShe is an unlucky Princess,â Gwayne muttered.Â
âYes, indeed. Losing a parent is never easy.âÂ
âI am sorry.â Y/N turned back to the young knight, confusion etched on her face. âIt is just- I assumed that with you being a ward of the crown-âÂ
âYou would be correct. But it has been so long, I hardly remember what it was like to have parents.âÂ
He frowned. âThat is horrible. I lost my own mother just a year ago.â He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and she tried to ignore the shock that rang through her body. âIt is never easy.âÂ
She shook her head, placing a hand delicately over his. âYou are, unfortunately, correct.âÂ
A cough broke the pair apart, Y/N practically jumping at the interruption. âI could use some company on Dragonback.â Rhaenyra practically whispered. âWould you join me?âÂ
âOf course.â She turned back to Gwayne, curtsying quickly. âMy lord.âÂ
The two girls walked up the hill, arm in arm. Alicent looked curiously at her brother. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
He whipped around, laughing at his sister. âWhatever do you mean?âÂ
âI only meant to say, youâve taken a recent fascination in Y/N.âÂ
âYes.â He nodded. âAnd your point?âÂ
Alicent smiled, shaking her head. âMerely a statement, brother.â
The palace gardens were in full bloom this time of year, and Y/N always found comfort in the little corner with a quaint fountain and an outlook of the ocean. Rhaenyra and she frequented this spot often in their youth, and Y/N needed respite from the high tensions at court. Sheâd been stuck on the same page for what seemed like hours when a voice broke through her focus. âWe meet again.â Gwayne bowed his head, grinning much too widely. âMy lady.âÂ
Y/N made no effort to stand, raising her eyebrows. âI am beginning to think, my lord, that you have been following me.âÂ
âNot that I amâŠâ He started, sitting at the end of the cushioned chair that she occupied. âBut if I was, it might have something to do with the fact that you are still not calling me by my name.âÂ
She laughed. âIs it that simple?âÂ
He nodded. âQuite. But do not worry yourself, Iïżœïżœll wait.â His eyes sparkled. âMy lady.âÂ
Y/N welcomed the challenge; she could sit there for hours, reading and ignoring the handsome knight. She glanced down at her book, ignoring his devilishly handsome smile. âYouâve read that page three times already.â She glared over the top, and he held his hands up in surrender, laughing. âSorry.âÂ
She looked back down, flipping the page to prove a point. He sighed, standing and walking over to the daisies that bordered the fountain. Picking the fullest one he could find, he stopped in front of the girl, holding it out. âMay I?âÂ
âI will not wilt at the sight of you because you are a lord.â She stood, closing her book. âI am not a flower like the thing you hold in your hand.âÂ
He nodded. âYou are not.â He raised the daisy, tucking it behind her ear. âYou are however, as pretty as one.âÂ
Her cheeks turned pink, and she murmured. âYou flatter me, my lord.âÂ
âAnd why shouldnât I? One should always flatter a beautiful woman when given the chance.â He smiled. âI believe calling me by my name shall suffice as thanks.âÂ
She scoffed, smacking his chest lightly. âYou are quite confident, Gwayne.âÂ
âYouâll find-â He stopped, his smile brightening ten fold. âYou said my name.âÂ
Y/N nodded, walking away. âI did.âÂ
He followed after, like a lost puppy. âWhat shall you do with the rest of your day, I wonder?âÂ
She shrugged. âI do not know, but it will most certainly be out of your presence.âÂ
He gasped, holding his chest. âYou hurt my heart when you say such things.âÂ
She laughed, stopping and pretending to check him over. âHowever will you survive?âÂ
âI think it is terminal my lady.âÂ
âAnd what affliction have you caught, Ser Gwayne?â Y/N forced a giggle back, trying her hardest to behave seriously.Â
âLovesickness.â He sighed. âIâm afraid there is no cure.âÂ
She stepped closer, a pink dusting her cheeks. âI shall mourn you then.âÂ
âWell, Iâm sure we could-âÂ
âY/N!âÂ
Gwayne had never hated the Princess Rhaenyra more in his life than that moment. She was a generally tolerable girl, and a good friend to his sister, but in that moment she stood between him and you, and he wanted nothing more than to tell her to leave. He stepped away from you hesitantly, bowing quickly. âPrincess.âÂ
The Targaryen made no effort to hide her humor at the situation. âI apoligize for the intrusion. Alicent and I were about to go to the Sept, and I did not want you to think we left you behind.âÂ
Y/N smiled brightly, waving disapointedly to the knight. âFeel better, my lord.â
Alicent tilted her head, yelling back at her brother. âBetter? Are you quite well brother?â
Y/N yet again found herself in the gardens, but this time she was here for the soul purpose of seeing Gwayne. She wore her best dress, had her maidâs put her hair up intricately, and even applied some rouge. Not too much, she wouldnât want people to think the wrong thing. She was a lady, as Gwayne never ceased to remind her. Sitting carefully on the cushioned chair, she positioned herself towards the entrance, waiting for the familiar mop of auburn hair to peek through. Sheâd begun to think he wouldnât show when his familiar tenor broke through the tranquil silence.Â
âMy lady, I thought I would find you here.â She lowered the book, her stomach fluttering when his eyes widened slightly. âYou look-âÂ
âGwayne, I-â They both stopped, laughing at their ill timed words. âIt seems that we cannot find a moment of peace.âÂ
He nodded, breaking the distance between them. âI have wanted to tell you something for quite some time now. I cannot seem to summon the words to leave me.â He laughed, but his nerves were evident. âIt is justâŠâÂ
âYes?â Y/N smiled, hating how nauseous she felt.Â
âI wanted to say that-âÂ
A loud sob rang through the garden, pulling them out of their haze. Gwayne drew his sword, in case the sob resulted in any trouble. Y/N tried to round the corner before him, but he shook his head, leading her carefully through the hedges.Â
âRhaenyra?â Y/N quickly left her place behind Gwayne, rushing to her friends side. âAre you alright?âÂ
âSheâs betrayed me. I cannot- I canât-â The princess looked up, glaring at the knight. âCan we go some place else?âÂ
Y/N nodded, her face visibly disappointed. She walked Rhaenyra out of the gardens, sparing Gwayne one last look, mouthing the words âIâm sorry.â
The castle had been throw off itâs axis by the sudden shift within itâs walls. Rhaenyra was no longer speaking to Alicent, which meant Y/N was no longer speaking to Alicent, which meant that the once close knit group of friends were no longer a trio.Â
It had been that way since they were children, almost ten years ago. Y/N not speaking to Alicent meant she could not speak to Gwayne, or so she assumed. She and Rhaenyra had not talked about it much since the day it was announced, always leaving a sour taste in the Princessâs mouth.Â
Y/N just wished Rhaenyra could forgive her friend for something she had no control over. The Royal Wedding was tonight, and Rhaenyra had insisted that Y/N walk in with the princess, even though she wasnât family. When Y/N brought this up, her friend scolded her, saying that âMy father has insisted, Iâm afraid. You are his ward, and he has grown to think of you as his own.âÂ
Now, she sat beside Rhaenyra while the ceremony took place, sneaking glances at the brides brother. Rhaenyra had picked out Y/N's dress herself, saying that she needed something worthy of a princess. She was not one to argue and let the Princess do whatever she wanted as long as she was distracted from the day at hand.
Arm in arm with the Princess, she dreaded when they finally reached the hall and had to congratulate the âhappyâ couple. Poor Alicent, married at fifteen, was not something she wished on her worst enemy. Especially to a man twenty years your senior. The doors opened wide, the crowd quieting at the sight of the princess and her companion. Among that crowd was Gwayne, staring at her with desperate eyes.Â
Her cheeks turned pink, quickly breaking the contact. Chatter quickly filled the hall once more as Rhaenyra reached the top of the steps, curtsying quickly. âCongratulations, step-mother. Father.âÂ
Y/N shivered. Rhaenyra's tone was as cold as the Wall. She wanted to curse her friend for making her go after that display. She sunk to the floor, bowing her head. âMany happy returns, My Queen, My King.âÂ
Viserys smiled gratefully. âThank you Y/N. You have been a loyal friend to my daughter and wife. I shall not forget it.âÂ
The young girl nodded, equally disgusted and horrified at what the king had just said. Surely he realized how immoral it was. âOf course Your Grace. I live to serve and provide assistance to my Princess.âÂ
She released a breath she hadnât known she was holding, sitting down beside Rhaenyra. âCould you at least have tried to be nice?âÂ
âI was.â The princess raised an eyebrow, and Y/N almost laughed, realizing her friend was being serious.Â
âOf course. A jest, my lady.âÂ
Rhaenyra laughed. âSo formal.âÂ
âWe are at a wedding, Rhaenyra. It would be inappropriate for me to call you anything other than my lady, by the court's standards.âÂ
âWell I am the princess, and I say you call me Rhaenyra.âÂ
âVery well.â Y/N smiled, taking a large sip of her wine. âThis will be an entertaining night.âÂ
Besides the occasional snide comment thrown at the obviously overwhelmed bride, the night had been otherwise peaceful. Y/N tried her best to sway Rhaenyra from attacking the queen outright, and sheâd been successful. So far. Sheâd been in the middle of listening to Rhaenyraâs adventure of gathering the stolen dragon egg from her uncle when a cough interrupted.Â
âExcuse me, Princess.â The pair turned around to see Gwayne staring at Y/N not Rhaenyra. Odd. He had addressed Rhaenyra, not her. âMay I ask the Lady for a dance?âÂ
Y/N widened her eyes, looking in between the two. She was sure Rhaenyra would say no or burst out in flames from having to talk to Alicentâs brother, but she simply nodded her head, going back to her meal. Gwayne extended his hand, leading her to the dancefloor. He whispered as they moved, keeping in mind the intruding ears that surrounded them. âI have missed your company, my lady.âÂ
âI have missed yours as well.âÂ
âI know much has happened since we last spoke, but it has not deterred me. If anything, it has made me realize that I cannot stand to be apart from you.â Her cheeks turned pink for the second time that night.Â
âYou are very kind, Gwayne.âÂ
âYes, well, it is not hard when you are the one I compliment.â He shook his head. âI am returning to Old Town soon. In two weeks time, after my sister settles into her new life.â
Her heart fell, eyes watering. âI hope your journey is swift.â She gulped, mumbling. âI shall miss you in truth.âÂ
He tilted his head, smiling. If she were not in a public place, she would admonish him for smiling at her pain. âWhat I mean to say is, I am infatuated with you. And I would like to seek your hand in marriage. From the king of course.âÂ
She gasped, her eyes widening. âI beg your pardon?âÂ
âI would like to marry you.â He spoke softly, now fully grinning. âIf you would have me. You do not have to say yes, but I assure you, your affection for me will grow with time.â
âWith time? Gwayne, I-â Y/N whispered so quietly she wasnât even sure sheâd spoken. âI have already grown to admire you. Much more than a friend should. That is no concern of mine.âÂ
âAh.â The knight nodded. âWell, that settles it then.âÂ
âSettles what?âÂ
âWe are to be married.âÂ
âYes, wellâŠâ She sighed. âYou cannot propose to me at your sisterâs wedding. It would be improper.âÂ
âDamn impropriety.â He hissed, twirling you as the dance required. âPraytell, when would be a proper time then?âÂ
âAny other day, my love.âÂ
He stopped in the middle of the dance floor, her face growing red. âGwayne people are looking.âÂ
He seemingly did not hear her. âMy love.âÂ
âIf you are going to tease me-âÂ
âYou called me, my love.âÂ
âGwayneâŠâ She whined, gesturing to the prying eyes. âCan we please leave the floor? People will start to wonderâŠâÂ
âI desperately want to kiss you.âÂ
Thank the Seven the dance ended then. She bowed quickly. âThank you for the dance, my lord.â Rushing back to her seat, she stared at the table, shock running through her veins.Â
âDid he propose then?âÂ
Y/N whipped her head over, glaring at her friend. âYou knew?âÂ
âOf course I knew. Y/N, Iâve known he was going to propose since I saw him approach you at my motherâs funeral.âÂ
âRhaenyra, Iâm so sorry.âÂ
âWhatever for?âÂ
âI donât want you to feel betrayed. I had no intention of-âÂ
âDo not apoligize to me.â She placed her hand in Y/N's. âYou are my friend. I am happy for you, truly. He is a good man, he will treat you well. I know it.â
âI havenât said yes, Rhaenyra.âÂ
âYet.â Her friend laughed. âYou havenât said yes, yet.â Â
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Logan x Reader pt.1
Again spoilers for Deadpool and Wolverine
Many of y'all liked my little DP/W idea so here is more, I tried to keep it GN so there isn't smut but it does sorta allude to it
Part 2 >> Masterlist
Wade has just woke up, he yet again sees Logan drinking and asks 'where they are and how they got here'. Logan vaguely points to the door and three people walk through. It's Elektra, Blade and Gambit. There are some not-so-pleasantries and eventually Laura makes herself known.
"We're missing Johnny and Y/N." Gambit drawls.
Wade makes a joke and turns back to Logan who looks like he's shat himself. "Peanut?"
"You said Y/N?" Logan settles his drink onto the first available surface and runs a hand through his hair. "We saw Johnny but not Y/N."
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Later on he had slumped down and made a fire. He didn't want to be part of the heroics, he couldn't be. He wasn't worth it. Laura had tried to convince him in her unique way. He could see himself in her, see why he'd fight for her.
Logan took another swig and stared off into the treeline. It was unclear how long he just sat but eventually he noticed movement.
Wolverine stood, ready to protect the others. Why was he ready to protect the others?
Then he saw you.
You were wide eyed. Your suit was practically undamaged except for a little cut on your thigh. Not a hair out of place. There was dirt on your face and body but you were beautiful.
"Y/N." He involuntarily took a step towards you.
You stayed completely still. Wary. Why were you wary of him? âLogan.â Your voice was barely above a whisper but he heard it. Would always hear you. You were the main voice rattling around his adamantium skull.
âY/N.â He took another step forward and tried to erase his frown, tried to ease his expression into something you wouldn't be wary of. âI'm not going to hurt you.â
Your eyes scanned him and the trees behind before you gave a nod and slowly approached, favouring your right leg.
âIt's been a while.â The fire light bounced gloriously off your skin, illuminating your very being as though you were an angel. Well you were. You were perfect. Are perfect.
âFor me as well.â He nodded too enthusiastically, too eager to be speaking to you. He didn't deserve this.
You lowered yourself onto a patch of grass, crossing your legs to the best of your ability, pupils glued to the flames. They danced along and lit up your eyes. Surely, you couldn't be more beautiful. Logan hadn't even realised but he had sat himself back down on his perch across from you. âIâm sorry.â
He couldn't help it, his frown was back in full force. What could you possibly have to apologise for? âI don-â
âYou're not the first Wolverine to come sniffing me out.â You explained. âThere's been others and they've- they've not all been friendly.â
What the fuck had he done? âI swear, I am not here to hurt you.â He placed a hand over his heart. âI promise.â
âI know. I just- it's not often you see your husband's-â Husband? â- face and he doesn't know you or is feral or-â You took a deep breath, finally meeting his gaze. âYou at least recognise me.â
âOf course I do.â
âOkay, that's good.â You nod mostly to yourself before asking, âwhat happened in your world?â
âMy world?â
You nod again.
âWe're X-Men. I'm shitty. You're perfect. Scott nags me. Storm married a king and moved away, visits every so often. Jean was in the process of taking over from CharlesâŠâ If he didn't tell you they all died, maybe they didn't. Maybe they could live in your head. Maybe he wasn't a monster. âYours?â
âMuch the same really.â One shoulder lifted in a half shrug. ââcept you weren't shitty. You were just you. Sabertooth was the shitty Howlett.â
Logan chuckled at that.
âDid you have a Laura? Or a Gabby?â
He shook his head. âUh, no. But I've met Laura. She's nice. Fierce.â
âShe's your DNA spliced with some poor unfortunate ladies. Essentially your offspring.â You informed. âGabby is a clone of a clone. She's lovely though. Friends with Wa-Deadpool.â
âHe's here.â Logan scratched his chin. âHe's the reason I am.â
âOh, you're friends as well?â
âGod, no.â He shook his head. âKinda just thrust together.â
âHe always wanted to hang with you but usually just ended up with Spidey.â
Logan had heard of Spidey -Spiderman- but he hadn't met the guy, yet. If he hung out with Wade he was probably just as mad.
You both fell into a fairly comfortable silence but he didn't like that. You were here. He could actually talk to you. Actually be around you. âWhat happened to your leg?â He motioned to it as you carefully repositioned yourself.
âAngel.â You whispered darkly.
âWarren?â
âYeah. Sometimes your friends aren't your friends. He had metal wings and weird tattoos. I called out to him and he just attacked. He was so quick I couldn't put up a forcefield in time.â
âI'm sorry.â It was a lame response but he had nothing else. You merely sat there, watching him, scanning his reactions. âI don't know how to convince you I am your friend. But I am. I won't harm you.â
You gave him a small lopsided smile. And he remembered.
âWait. I do know how.â Logan rummaged around his very tiny suit pockets. He knew it was somewhere. He made sure it was always on him. Hidden away where no one would find it. Tucked into a sleeve that he kept safe by his ankle, usually people hit his torso, they don't always go for feet so he felt secure in it's position. Well, he did until he fought Wade in that fucking Honda.
Logan found it. It was scrappy and definitely worse for wear but the picture was clear. He stood and slowly walked around the fire to your side. You didn't back away but he caught your involuntary shoulder flinch.
âHere.â
You delicately took the piece of paper from his hands. It felt glossy, like magazine print. It was folded and on the visible side was a photo of you smiling wide, proud, in front of the X mansion. You unfolded it to see Logan standing next to you with a barely-there smirk. He looked almost bored but you knew him. Knew he was smiling, it was in his eyes, the softness in his face.
You were confused because he was smiling yet it was clear that he folded it to hide himself.
âWhy have you folded it like that?â
Because I look awful. Because you are perfect and happy and brilliant and I pretended I didn't want the photo. Because it's the only faculty photo of me they ever took. Because they all knew I was sweet on you when you stopped me for a photo and I agreed. Because I had to take this from a yearbook after the school was raided. Because it's the only photo of us that I have and I hate that I'm in it. âEasier to fit the little pocket.â
âI have a similar one.â You confessed, knowing he was lying but that's okay. You all had secrets. âIt's with my other bits, in the base.â
He felt his cheeks warm so looked away to the base. âSpeaking of, it's late and you're hurt. They were planning on leaving at sun up, but I'm not sure that's still happening.â
âWhy are we leaving?â
âWe're storming Cassandra Novaâs lair.â
You let out a full body laugh. The noise was heavenly. âFuck off, you come here and suddenly talk them into a full frontal assault? Brilliant.â
He rolled his eyes at you but extended a hand. âCome on, bub, let's get you updated and checked out.â
It wasn't much really, not to a bystander, but you actually accepting his hand meant the world to him and you. Both for similar and completely different reasons.
He definitely didn't need to but insisted on helping you to the base. It was hardly worth it but being back in his arms was lovely. It felt like home. He was maybe a few inches taller and definitely a little older looking than you recalled but he was your Logan. And a helpful one. He wasn't chasing you like a wild dog because you smelt nice. He was helping you limp back.
âY/N.â Elektra spoke as soon as you entered the threshold.
âEl.â You smiled widely.
She gave you a subtle look - raising her eyebrows a fraction and flickering her eyes at Logan - before taking your hand and leading you out of his arms. âWe were worried.â
âYou shouldn't have worried.â Rolling your eyes. âYou know me.â
âThat is why I was worried.â
She gave you a quick hug and assessed your leg. You had known her for five years. She had been here longer than you, travelling with Blade, and quickly intervened when she saw a Ghost Rider trying to lasso you. You three had met Johnny, who had been here a while too, and eventually met Laura. She was the only familiar face to you, it was a breath of fresh air to see her. It was a shame she didn't know you but you explained who you were and where she was and she slowly came around to trusting you. Gambit was the newest addition to your ragtag gang. He, bless him, tried to be as useful as possible and you're sure he was but there were times when you had no idea what went on in his mind. He was his own enigma.
The cut wasn't awful, a fact you had said multiple times, but Elektra still insisted on using alcohol to clean and one of the rags you recycled from an old duvet to wrap it, explaining the idiotic plan that you were all taking part of as she went.
âOh!â Wade loudly exclaimed as Elektra tightened the makeshift bandage. âThe self insert! I can't believe it, the movieâs been out like three days!â
You exchanged a glance with El and gave him an odd look as you greeted the man. âHiya Wade.â
âY/N.â He bowed. âI'm a little star struck.â
âWhy?â Elektra stood to her full height and quickly made an exit, this wasn't the first Deadpool she had seen but this was one of the high energy ones.
âWell, you're Logan's thing.â The man behind perked up, his shoulders tense. He had been watching you the whole time and clearly wasn't a fan of DP rambling. âYou're his reason to keep on. One of the reasons my Logan saved Laura. To keep his promise to you or something like that, I don't know the writing is a bit clunky.â
âRight.â You nodded, not quite understanding. But it was funny to see the mortified expression Logan was wearing. âSo I'm Logan's âthingâ.â
âWell, duh-â
âWill you shut the fuck up?â Logan ordered.
âGosh, was he always this snappy?â Wade chirped.
âI dunno, Lo always had a soft spot for me so..â
âAwwwww.â He clasped his hands and held them at his heart. âDid you hear that she said âLoâ?â Wade had just turned to see the man in question but Wolverine was behind him and quickly dragging the Merc away, not quite whispering another âshut your fucking mouthâ.
Blade, who was one to skulk hidden in corners before making himself known, had watched the interaction and gave you a fright as he stepped from the shadows. âSo that's him, huh?â
âJesus!â You whisper-yelled. âHow many times have I asked you to not do that?â
âDaywalker, can't help it.â He shrugged and sat next to you on the sofa. It was old and ugly but so so comfortable.
You gave a sigh, holding your hammering heart. âYes. He's Logan. A version of him. That actually doesn't wanna kill me.â
âMaybe you should let it play out.â
âAnd maybe I shouldn't.â You counter. âWe'll all be dead tomorrow anyway.â
âAll the more reason to."
He was correct of course. You had missed Logan so much and this one clearly had missed you. It would be folly to not spend the last night you may be alive together. In whatever way you were both comfortable with. But you didnt want to give him the satisfaction of being right, so merely huffed in response.
"Elektra told you the plan?â
âWell, Laura hardly speaks and I can't understand Gambit.â
Blade let out a low laugh. He was one of the coolest people you'd ever met, even his chuckle was cool. You were so envious.
Logan came back with red cheeks and quickly apologised. âI'm sorry, he talks so much and I don't think he actually hears himself.â
You waved him off. âIt's fine.â
âNo, he embarrassed you.â Logan sighed, his jaw set like he was biting the inside of his cheek.
âLogan, really. Don't worry.â You could see that he wasn't going to 'not worry' so decided to just remove yourself from the situation. Clapping Bladeâs leg you stood. âRight, bed time. Big day tomorrow.â
âYou aren't coming.â Logan replied immediately.
âUhm. Pretty sure I am.â
âNo, you're injured.â He stated as though that was obvious.
âThis is literally the smallest injury I've had out here.â
âBut you are hurt.â
âLogan.â
âY/N.â
Blade watched the back and forth with a smirk, you were both clearly a married couple.
âI think you two should take this to Y/Nâs room.â Your eyes widened dramatically. âYou can argue all night when the door is shut and no one else can hear you.â The sly bastard.
âOkay.â Logan agreed. âI'll convince you to stay, where's your room?â
You let out a few noises, dying arguments, and then the biggest sigh. âFuck my life. This way.â
The base was an old temple. You had wondered who it belonged to. The statues of her were beautiful. You had yet to see a variant of whoever this was, maybe that was a good thing. She might not take lightly to you guys using her sacred temple as a hotel. There were a few corridors you had to walk down to get to your room. You'd dragged an old mattress into it and made sure to keep the room dust free. There weren't a lot of luxuries in this world but you had an orb that when touched lit up delicately. There were a few sets of clothes you'd scavenged so you kept yourself clean and had a set of âpjsâ. Your room was covered in marks where you had flung a knife or practised a forcefield. He assumed there weren't that many guns here, or if there were ammo was rare.
âYou can't fight.â Logan started.
Oh. You were actually going to argue. âLogan, I could fight you right now.â
âGo on then.â He called your bluff.
You gave him a playful smirk. âYou really wanna fight? It could be our last day alive and you wanna spend it fighting?â
âI know you can't fight with that leg.â He was so sure of himself. You couldn't wait to prove him wrong.
With a twitch of your hand you flung him towards you with a forcefield, side stepping out of his way. It took him by surprise how strong you had gotten and he had to catch himself before he hit the wall.
Logan twisted around to find you at his throat with a small blade in your hand. Your chest pressed into his, causing his back to hit the wall. âThat was over pretty quick, Lo.â
Logan was in awe of your swift moves. You were tenfold who he knew. God could you get more attractive? He felt himself get warm and not from embarrassment. You were making him hot, you holding a knife to his throat was making him horny. What did that say about him?
Your eyebrows pinched minutely as you observed him swallow. âYou like this, don't you?â
Was there a point in lying? âMaybe.â
âWell... Maybe I do, too.â
God he was ruined.
You were literally amazing.
How could he be so lucky? He really didn't deserve this.
Logan glanced down to your lips and you smirked. "Go on." He didn't need any other invitations. He captured your lips and kissed you with the full force of his years of loneliness.
He loved you, by god, he did.
Logan's left hand found your nape whilst his right landed on your ass. He growled as you pushed into him a fraction more.
Your leg moved by itself, wrapping around his waist as you took advantage of his growl. Kissing the exposed areas of his neck. You'd missed this. You'd missed him.
Logan hoisted you the rest of the way up and gazed into your eyes. You were looking down at him, lips plump and cheeks hot, you panted a little and fuck. He was going to fuck you. He wasn't sure he could actually pull himself away from you. You both should be sleeping, preparing for the fight tomorrow. No, you shouldn't be fighting. You should be safe. Somewhere safe and warm, waiting for him to return.
"Come with me." He begged.
"I'm sure I will." You winked.
"No, tomorrow, after the fight. Come with me, wherever I end up." He didn't want to go back but he would if you followed. If you came with him he could do it. Go anywhere. Be anyone.
"So you agree I'm fighting fit." You pecked his nose, playfully.
He huffed but found your lips again, leading you both to the mattress you called a bed.
He'd buy you a bed, a grand one. One worthy of you. He hated that you only had this. He needed to provide for you. Keep you warm, safe, loved, full. Keep you.
Logan was going to keep you and he didn't care how.
.
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Part 2
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A Northern Lannister.
Cregan Stark x Lannister!wife!reader
Summary: the reader proves sheâs worthy of being the Lady of Winterfell.
Warnings: blood, death, fighting, cursing, yelling
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They hate her.
She's sure of it.
They all hate her.
A Lannister lion in a den of Stark wolves.
Cregan was wonderful, and he made no actions that would lead her to believe he thought her less than for not being a northerner.
But the whispers were still there.
Their mother's last contribution to the earth, Y/n was born the much younger third sibling to the twins, Tyland and Jason. The two treasured her. Due to their significant age difference, she was much more like a daughter than a dear sister. So when she was to marry, they knew the beauty had potential.
And with the war looming over their heads, she was sent to Cregan in an attempt to gain the North's favor.
The greens failed in their attempt at gaining Cregan's favor, however, the girl had not.
He quite liked her.
She had a fire to her that he knew would cause trouble.
And he also liked trouble.
What a deadly combination.
âŠ
"I assure you, I am no delicate rose, Lord Mormont," she said through gritted teeth.
He chuckled in amusement, "You're a mere woman. We will not have you discussing battle plans."
"Mere woman?" She scoffed. "I am your Lady of Winterfell. I am married to the Warden of the North- the man you raise your banners for!"
He shrugged, "My loyalty is to him, not a Lannister wench."
Her eyes burned with fury. "Watch your tongue, Mormont-"
"-Or what?" He taunted. "You'll have your Lord Husband take it? He wouldn't."
Her fists clenched so hard she swore her nails cut into her palm.
She couldn't cause trouble. She couldn't cause trouble.
âšShe huffed and turned around, walking away from the man, ignoring his taunting words as she did so.
âŠ
Cregan stepped up to his war table and looked around at the men, "Where is my wife?"
They all looked around and at each other, lost at what he meant.
His brows furrowed, "Where is my wife?" He tried again. When no answer came, he snapped at a servant, "Where did she go?"
The servant bit her lip, "I last saw her storming from the castle, my lord."
"What?"
âŠ
Hours passed, and Cregan became more and more worried, but he couldn't walk away from his war table until the meeting was finished.
Luckily, she returned.
Mid-meeting, she threw the doors open, making all in the room jump from the sound.
She stood in the doorframe, covered in blood with a look of rage in her eyes. A bag in hand.
They all stood at the sight of the lady, utterly shocked.
Cregan's eyes widened and he immediately rounded the table to get to her, "My love? Wha-"
She threw the bag down and moved to Lord Mormont. "You."
Mormont frowned, "My lady?"
She gripped his cloak with one hand and swung at hard as she could with the other, breaking his nose.
All around the table gasped, completely shocked by the woman's actions as Mormont fell against the table, holding his nose when blood gushed from it.
Her rage was all but tamed, "CALL ME A WENCH AGAIN! I FUCKING DARE YOU!"
Cregan raced forward, pulling his wife back by the waist when she began to wind up for another punch.
She grunted and fought against him, "DO IT! FUCKING DO IT!"
Cregan held one arm around her waist, the other gently around her neck to push her head back against his chest and he whispered to her, "Stop this."
But she was far from done, "I'M A FUCKING STARK! A WOLF! MORE WOLF THAN YOU!"
Cregan tried again, "C'mon."
She looked around, noting the wide eyes, "YOU CAN BE NEXT IF YOU WANT!"
Mormont stood up now, the bottom half of his face completely red, "Control your lady wife, Stark!"
Cregan's brows furrowed, "Pardon me?" His voice lowered, "Did you call my wife a wench, Mormont?"
Y/n finally quieted herself, her chest heaving but her eyes glaring.
Cregan finally looked at her and really took in the blood, "Where did all this blood come from?"
She looked over to the cloth bag she left on the floor.
Lord Bolton crossed the room, picking up the bag and grimacing when he saw what laid inside. "My lord?"
Stark's eyes moved between his wife and the man. "What is it?"
"Two heads, my lord."
All eyes moved to her frame slowly, continually being shocked by the woman.
"Love? What happened out there?"
She pulled herself away from him and reached up, trying to wipe the blood from her face but smearing it instead. "Green spies."
He frowned, "How did you know?"
"Tried to take me back."
Silence fell over the group and Mormont decided to break it, "Perhaps they should have."
Instant rage fell over Cregan's face and he rushed forward, throwing a punch at the man, connecting with his jaw. "YOU BASTARD!"
Bolton stepped forward, "My lord. Please."
Cregan held the bloody Mormont up by his cloak, his jaw clenched as he growled the words out, "To the wall."
Mormont frowned, "wâŠwhat?"
"To. The. FUCKING WALL!" And he threw him to the ground.
Cregan then turned to the rest of his war council with equal anger, "Anyone else wish to spew insults in my face?"
When no one answered, he turned to his wife, whose anger had disappeared and surprise had replaced it at his actions. "Are you alright?"
She nodded, "Yes, Cregan."
He grunted and moved back to his place at the table. "Go wash yourself and return. You're needed here."
She nodded, leaving the room quickly.
"Someone get this Mormont scum out of here!"
âŠ
The entire North heard of the Lannister girl's actions, and it was quickly forgotten that she was of Lannister blood entirely.
She was a Northerner.
There was no doubt about that anymore.
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In the early stages of going over to meet Bakugou's parents you were visibly uncomfortable, nervous, and always coming up with an excuse to postpone the visits.
Your heart was beating in your chest, hands clammy, eyes almost watery. And even though they were endlessly nice and welcoming towards you, something wouldn't let you shake the fear of being around them and you barely uttered a word, the rides home going with complete silence between you and him.
Bakugou of course had noticed and tried asking you about it, but then you'd feel that lump in your throat, not wanting to explain why you were always so anxious when it came to his parents since you didn't even know the reason yourself, you'd quickly change the subject or use any excuse to leave the room.
The avoidance irked him beyond belief, he wanted to snap and ask his questions straight out ... but he didn't want to run the risk of you crying. So, he sends a text explaining the situation to his parents and asks for advice, how should he approach this?
And the next time you visit, he and his father conveniently have to run out for an errand. You of course rushed to offer to go with them, you couldn't bear the idea of being in Bakugou's home without Bakugou, but they refused saying it'd be rude to make the guest do things for them. So, you were stuck. Alone. With Bakugou's mother sitting on the couch right across from you ....
You look down at your sweaty palms clutching your pants, head racing and praying to God she wouldn't want to talk.
And to your relief, she leaves the room.
Ahh ... you'll live to see another day.
Clink!
You look up slightly to see a plate full of steaming cookies on the coffee table in front of you.
Then you feel the cushion sink next to you and a caramelized floral scent envelops you.
"Glad we got rid of 'em! That boy would have a fit if I showed you these with him around."
Mitsuki was sitting right next to you.
"Well? Go on, grab some, it's rude not to try your host's treats. Brat doesn't like sweets, but these are Katsuki's favorites, I'll give you the recipe later." She winks.
You were dazed for a moment before grabbing one out of fear politeness.
The older lady crosses her legs, opening a thick album you hadn't noticed she'd been carrying and points towards a photo in the bottom right.
"This here is from when we got to bring Katsuki home for the first time. I knew then and there he'd be a pain in my ass. Ugly thing isn't he?"
... what a way to talk about your child.
You lean over a bit to take a look. And a smile makes it's way across your lips. He wasn't the prettiest thing, no, but since you loved him you couldn't help feeling happy at the sight.
She points to another one, "This here is when I caught him getting into my makeup. Masaru had taken the picture since he wasn't paying attention then showed it to me. Nearly chased him down the block when I saw it. Little Bastard was always getting into everything he shouldn't have."
You chuckled through your nose, finally taking a bite of the cookie.
It tasted amazing.
Mitsuki continued to flip through the album, telling you the stories that came with each photo, her way of storytelling garnering a bit a laughter from you and eventually you had your feet tucked on the couch and cheek resting on her shoulder simply listening to her talk. You hadn't even noticed it happen.
She didn't ask you questions about yourself, didn't point out your change in behavior, or even glance your way. It was almost as if you weren't even there. But, you were greatful for that. And she knew.
She had stood when she heard the front door beginning to open and looked at you, raising a finger to her lips, "don't tell Katsuki 'bout this, kay?"
You smiled and nodded, turning around to watch the pair as they walked in.
That was the first time you truly felt comfortable in the Bakugou household.
And you were soon looking forward to each visit, much to Katsuki's relief.
Well, it was relief at first when you were starting to converse and interact more, taking the time to get close to his mom and his dad and asking him about his family on your own.
But then he knew you were getting too close to his family, especially his mom, when you started sighing and asking questions like "Oh, what happened to the Katsuki who would sing just cause he felt like it" or saying things like "You know I think I'm happy I didn't meet you as a kid, we wouldn't have gotten along as well" or even pointing out toys to him like "look, it's just like the one you had as in the past, right?"
Then he knew exactly what made you open up to his family, "Hag's been showing you that damn album, hasn't she?"
And suddenly he didn't know if he should be mad or greatful towards his parents for coming up with their plan to help you grow comfortable around them.
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Don't Blame Me
Fandom:Â Bridgerton
Summary:Â Daphne Bridgerton is your closest childhood friend, her eldest brother, Anthony, is the love of your life. After avoiding each other for years, you both finally lose control.
Length:Â 3.2k
Pairing:Â Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader
Content Warnings:Â Unprotected sex, sex in public, penetrative vaginal sex, orgasm, 'caught in the act' vibes, best friends brother.
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Like many other close family friends of the Bridgertonâs, their home was always a beacon of safety and comfort, especially for you. You were Daphne Bridgertonâs first friend, and you had remained close well into adulthood, she wrote to you still from her new life with the Duke. Unfortunately, Daphne would not be able to meet you in Mayfair this season, the Bridgertonâs playing host while your mother and father were out of the country. It was your third year out; you had a few hopeful matches in mind, not realizing how difficult the season might be with unobtainable love staring you in the face.
âWe are so glad to have you this year, y/n. It has been so long since we have seen you around the Tonâ Violet Bridgerton was as much your mother as your own.
âFatherâs responsibilities have been consuming these past few years. Mother and I hardly made it to the season last year. I am glad to be here, spending some time in familiar placesâ You smiled, linking arms with her as she escorted you to the ballroom. Your parents had entrusted your match to you, however, had requested the viscountess to keep a watchful eye.
Waltzing into the drawing room, just like old times, Benedict and Colin, discarding their playing cards, exclaimed with joy, rushing to greet you as if a long-lost sibling had returned. There was nothing as lonely as being an only child, deep in the countryside. Eloise was fretting in the corner, fingers agitated, tapping the outside of a book. This was to be her coming out year.
Anthony entered from the far side door, his feet skidding to a halt at the sight of you.
âYou arrivedâ Anthony said flatly, turning on the ball of his foot, and exiting as quickly as he had come in. Embarrassed, you frowned, smiling chastely praying no one would notice his strange behaviour. It had been a year since you had last seen each other.
âI apologise, he is so bizarre in the mornings latelyâ Violet squeezed your shoulders, leading you over to a table laden with treats. Sitting on the settee with Hyacinth and Eloise, eating small cakes and discussing the books being read amongst you were some of the precious things you missed about living in the city.
In an unsuspicious amount of time, you excused yourself from company to find the washroom. Anthony stood outside the drawing room, leaning against the wall, unblinking and mind drifting elsewhere. You ignored each other walking past, which felt a lot like tiny shards of glass embedding into your heart. Locking yourself in the washroom, trying desperately to keep tears at bay, you looked into the mirror and told yourself it did not matter. You were going to find love this year, somewhere else.Â
When you opened the door, Anthony had moved, he was nearly pressed against the door, waiting for you to come out. He stuffed himself into the washroom with you, closing the door as silently as he could.
âWhy are you here?â He asked. He looked different from a year ago, he had changed quite a lot more than you were expecting. He had shortened his hair and filled out into his body. His hands looked the same, the same ring on that damned finger, flexing in distress and awkward guilt.
âIt is the beginning of the social season. I am here to find a husband.â You stated plainly.
âA husband?â He scoffed, charming disdain painted across his face.
âYes, it is what young ladies do in polite society. Was that unclear?â You asked. Your lack of facial expression and tone seemed to startle him, he had no idea what you were thinking.
âWhy are you acting this way?â Anthony stuttered forward, getting uncomfortably close.
With the melancholic drop of your shoulders, and a heavy exhale, you pushed past Anthony and made your way back to the drawing room. It was so like him to put the narrative back on you. Anthony should have asked himself why he was acting this way â after all, it was he who decided not to court you. It was he who decided to kiss you beside the carriage that night. It was he who decided the two of you should not speak any longer. It was he who broke your heart.
The remainder of the evening was free of Anthony, filled with laughter at the dining room table over a delectable dinner. The Bridgertonâs sense of family was everything to you â even if Gregory and Hyacinth were bickering for most of the meal, it still felt as it was meant to. Violet showed you to the guest room, it had not changed much over the years, it smelled the very same.
âI am sorry Anthony could not join us for dinnerâ Violetâs voice echoed with somber searching. Perhaps she had heard the two of you in the washroom?
âDo not be,â You said quickly, âHis time is his own, he does not owe me anythingâ Violet bowed her head, words fighting against her lips. She instead pursed them into a smile and closed the door behind her. Those shards of glass moved again, every second in this house, nausea held you hostage, terrified of running into him in the halls.
Daphne was the only other person alive who knew what had happened between Anthony and yourself. She had been disappointed in him, angry with the way he had handled everything. While she promised there would never be a change to your friendship, it had never really been the same. You tossed and turned far longer than normal; your mind flooded with images of the past. Thrusting yourself out of bed, it was clear you were not going to be sleeping tonight, you decided that a distraction may be best. In your nightgown, candle in hand, you remembered your way to the study.
The study was clear of any inhabitants, it was tidy, and the few cases of books loomed high over you, reaching the ceiling. Nothing in the Bridgerton house seemed to change, except Anthony, and it was perpetually for the worse in your opinion. You selected a book randomly from the nearest shelf and perched yourself on the seat closest to the window, looking out over the square. Lounging sleepily, you read in the low candlelight, only disturbed by the creaking of the door, an unexpected sound, making you jolt.
âI knew youâd be in hereâ Anthony said softly, entering the room with caution as your emotionless face watched him. âYou were always in here when we were children. No one could ever find youâ His smile was humorless.
âYou didâ You waited before responding, wondering why he was here, speaking with you, âWhy are you here, right now, Anthony?â You demanded.
Anthony moved to the seat across from yours, sitting gingerly, holding eye contact in the hopes you would not tell him to leave. You allowed him to sit, his hands folded in front of him.
âI donât knowâ Anthony rubbed desperately at his forehead, âI just got up, and felt myself pulled here, some unknown force, dragging me to youâ Anthony admitted. You had always been attracted to each other, always gravitating towards one another.
âI did not choose to come here; my mother asked a favor of yours. I would never have chosen to be this close to you. You destroyed me, Anthonyâ Tears welled to your eyes, âWe cannot be near each other â you made that it very clear, you took what you wanted of me, and cast me asideâ Hands pressed down on your knees, you pushed off, making for the closest exit. Anthony dashed around in front of you, placing his body between you and the door for the second time today.
âGoodnight, Viscount Bridgertonâ You curtsied formally, hoping the rules of social engagement were enough for this man to understand the dangerous position he was putting both of you in, yet again.
Anthonyâs hand trembled, reaching out, taking yours into his. His fingers tangled between yours, his grip strengthening when he realized you were not pulling away. His thumb affectionately circling the skin on wrist, the sound of his swallowing resounding across the empty room, his anxious tongue flicking over his lips. If anything was clear, it was the internal battle that seemed to be always happening inside Anthonyâs mind.
His touch, the supreme legacy of your existence. His unsteady breath, captivating your common sense. The thrilling space between you slowly closing, heads bobbing forward as if intoxicated and unable to control oneself, meeting together in the middle in an exhilarating kiss, just like you had remembered it.
His lips were shamelessly enthusiastic, as if made for this very purpose, just for you. His forceful hands weaved into your loose hair, pulling you deeper into every kiss. You were overcome, that old bold, need for him to find its way out of the labyrinth you had designed for it. Anthonyâs fingers pressed to your hips, his teeth nipped eagerly at the skin on your neck, softs sighs of delight followed.
It was when his hand moved sensually to your breast that you broke free of the enchanting dance you had found yourself in so many times before with him. Your body did not reflect the same pleasures, you took his hands from your body and laid them at his sides, and stood tall and stepped back.
âI am here to secure a husband, for my futureâ Tears found their way back to you.
âY/nâŠâ Anthony shook his head, stepping forward, trying to hold onto you again.
âIf you cannot give me what I seek, please, stop hunting me down. I want a life with you, Anthony. I will love you until my dying breath⊠But you, you will never grow upâ You said finitely, again, pushing your way past him and fleeing back to your room.
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Most of the next day was spent in tired indifference, you remained in your room, preparing for the first ball of the season. Tears had stained your pillow the remainder of the night, each knock at the door struck a chord of hope in your heart, wishing for Anthony.
Eloise and Violet helped you into your gown, the ladiesâ maids fixing your hair and face. Violet ran a motherly thumb under your puffy eye, her compassionate heart shining through her eyes and tender smile. You gave a little nod, knowing there was never anything you could hide from her â she knew everyone in the Bridgerton house better than she let on.
The Viscounts escorted Eloise into Lady Danburyâs estate, greeting the Queen and Lady Danbury ahead of you. Violet linked arms with you in solidarity, following Anthonys actions and proceeding into the ball.
âWho will you be accepting dances from this evening?â The Viscountess asked quietly.
âI am not restricting myself to names, I will dance with any eligible man who asksâ You answered politely.
Violet gave your forearm a squeeze, âThat is very sensibleâ She nodded, releasing you, sending you off into the lionâs den. You met up with Eloise, taking a short turn about the room to appear social, greeting the other young ladies who youâd met years previous. There were several older men who seemed to take an interest in you as you moved about the room with your friend. No one really stood out to you, no true love at first sight, much to your dismay.
Retiring to the wall with a glass of lemonade in hand, you watched the gorgeous young women excited to dance with suitors and recalled how that was never an experience you had.
Soon enough, one of the suitors who had shown interest in a season previous approached, positioning himself next to you. Lord Harlan Grahame was intelligent, considerate, and not entirely horrible to look at.
âLord Grahameâ You curtsied, a familiar smile finding its way back onto your face.
âMiss y/n, I do hope your mother and father are quite wellâ He remarked, having known them for many years now, he had noticed their absence.
âThey are in abroad, my father has business to conduct in Greece and my mother only saw fit to tend to him during this timeâ You explained, âI am being hosted by the Bridgerton family. How is your family?â You asked in politeness.
âFantastic, Mother has moved herself to the country and hopes to get yet another dog soonâ He laughed, clearly happy to be free of her in his home. Laughing along with him, you spied Anthony, discreetly looking on from across the ballroom. The conversation between yourself and Lord Grahame was easy and hardly uncomfortable. He was charismatic enough that you could see yourself becoming quite fond of each other in no time at all. He made small jokes at no oneâs expense, he offered refreshments frequently and complimented you in kindness. You could see and accept a perfectly happy future with the Lord.
Across the ballroom, sheer asperity brewed live in Anthonys eyes for all to see. He was known to have a temper amongst society. With a final twitch of his left eye, Anthonyâs feet picked up under him, carrying him in your direction. Violet watched on, fear and embarrassment ready and willing in her chest.
âI apologiseâ You mumbled preemptively to Lord Grahame as Anthony arrived to interrupt your conversation.
âMiss y/n, may I have this dance?â Anthonys eyes were terrifying, filled with rage and jealousy. You paused, contemplating antagonizing him, forcing his hand, backing him into a corner. But relinquished, excusing yourself from Lord Grahames company, taking Anthonyâs hand as he swept you off to the dancefloor.
You did not meet his eye, your nails dug into the skin on his hand in resentment. You said nothing to each other for the first several minutes of the dance.
âYou cannot marry himâ Anthony muttered in quiet, helpless indignation.
Giving him a great look of disbelief, âWho are you to tell me who I can marry? I do not answer to you, Viscountâ You growled into his ear as he pulled you in tighter.
Anthony finished the dance, bowing to you, holding onto one of your hands with unbelievable force. He walked swiftly from the dance floor, conspicuously pulling you along behind him, and into a room down the hall.
âYou cannot blame me for acting this way!â He yelled, âIf I have to see you speak to another man this season, if I have to witness another man watch as you walk by â You have driven me to the brink of insanityâ He heaved, frantic energy filling his body.
âWhat would you have me do? Spend my life in loneliness, a Spinster? Would that be convenient to you, Anthony?â You parried.
His hands ran through his hair stressfully, at a loss for words, unable to express himself in the way he wanted. His intention had not been to yell when he sequestered you away to this side room.
âI was fine! You left Mayfair, and I was well. Now, here you are â and God help me, I am intoxicated every second we are in the same room. Your presence is the most decadent drug, forcibly hypnotizing me. I am powerless to youâ Anthonys words were like honey, carried on the end of a bee sting.
âYou made your choice!â You yelled back at him, hoping the music was loud enough outside.
âI was young, y/n! I made the wrong choice!â He retorted, his words shaking, and unfiltered for the first time in a long time.
There was a second of unblinking silence between you before magnetic energy pulled you into each other, deranged nipping at each otherâs lips ensued. Hands grabbed and grasped at skin and hair, trying to force your beings into one person. There was a white-hot craze that seemed to come over the both of you, and you had felt it before, a few times.
Anthony sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, biting and kissing in a spontaneous fire.
âSomeone will hearâ You moaned into his ear, as his teeth moved their way down your neck. Anthony did not seem to care, his mouth on your chest, fondling and sucking on your breasts, still sitting pertly in your dress. He was simply uncontrollable, his behaviour now inherently superior compared to when he had been speaking.
Anthony maneuvered your body across the room, hands comfortably held in places of control, his left on your lower back, his right splayed across your throat like the prettiest necklace. You reached the door, his hands twisting your hips to face it. Your palms met the wood, bracing as Anthony bent you slightly, kicking your feet apart with his. Anthony hiked up your gown, undoing his pants in the same instant and buried himself inside of you.
You mouth gaped silently, aghast at the entire situation, but thanking God above for the opportunity.
âOh my god,â Anthony gnarled into your ear from behind, âJust like I remember itâ He moaned, sinking deeper and deeper it felt like. Every thrust led with intense and vicious primality, his hands wrapped around each of your upper arms, for leverage. He was right, it was just how you remembered â overwhelming, devastating, unforgettable. You had thought about your secret affair with Anthony every day since you had moved away. The pleasure Anthony elicited from you sent you into a familiar haze, deep and indefensible. Every movement, every sound from him made you feel greedy, always wanting just a little more.
The way he pounded into your smaller frame rattled the wooden door you were leaning on. âAnthony! They are going to hear!â You squealed in a whisper back to him.
âLet themâ He panted, âIf anyone asks, Iâll tell them Iâm fucking my future wifeâ Anthonyâs hand found its way into your hair, pulling your back sharply for a profound, wet kiss. Anthonys fingers sunk into the flesh of your hip, painfully pleasant as his nails clambered for an anchor. Your body arched back involuntarily, Anthony powering through fast, harsh thrusts as he found his inevitable end, placing sloppy kisses on your shoulder as he slowly finished moving inside of you.
You both leaned on the door in exhaustion, bodies heaving in unison. Anthony placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, stepping backwards and rebuttoning his breeches, fixing your dress behind you. You turned to face him slowly, knowing he could very well go back on every word he had said not moments before.
The softest smile enriched his face, his eyes lit in such a way that you had never seen them. His arm dashed out, pulling you into a grinning embrace, smooching dear kisses upon your lips.
âLoving you causes me delirium, y/nâ He nipped at your nose, your foreheads planted together, eyes closed in tranquility.
As you stood, the doorknob gently turned and Violet Bridgerton slid her head through the gap, assumingly checking on the both of you; you had been in here for a little while longer than societally acceptable for two young single people.
Her hand flew over her heart, âOh thank God!â She exclaimed, smiling ear to ear, a sense of pride glistened in her eyes.
âI cannot wait to write Daphneâ The viscountess cheered quietly, finding it hard to contain her excitement. âI knew that you would find each otherâ She chuffed, slipping out, closing the door. Your foreheads knocked together again, never having a minutes peace in such a large family â you stood there a moment longer, relishing such a long awaited and monumental confession of your love.
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