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Sonic and Nine have a... lets say rough time getting into a daily rhythm after the events of the show.
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for the characters!! how would u describe ur day to day life??
First question for the characters!!
#mdau#sonic au collision#starrway art#me: oh I should keep this simple#also me: i have... to color this..........
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Hey!! So turns out a video I made between a certain âwell beloved but highly sensitive/emotionally reactive T.Vâ and an âorange haired inkling-turned-humanâ has managed to sweep my YouTube channel and accumulate 100k VIEWS!! THATâS A LOT OF PEOPLE ACTUALLY?? My most widely viewed video EVER to exist in this moment in time?? AAAAA?? Not even mentioning the various comments and staggering increase in subs! Itâs so much more then what I expected or even prepared forâmight even be the most impactful thing to happen for me this year <3
âŚaside from graduating high school + the social connections Iâve been fortunate to make lol
BUT THE POINT IS Iâd been closely monitoring the YouTube growth through the entirety of October. Itâs make me smile like a dork, gawk in astonishment, dance frantically in my room from the energy boosts, and grow courage to stop being so selective/self-conscious with what I wish to share with the world! Itâs kept my ambitions going!
I needed to find some way to celebrate the occasion and express my thanksâbecause I canât NOT acknowledge this milestone jksjskp. Typically I try to avoid getting tunnel visioned focusing on the metrics/numbers. Mr. Puzzles had already demonstrated how much those things can mess with the minds of creatives. Caring too much about chasing views or placing your artistic value in attention seeking gets damaging. But at same timeâŚitâs hard to deny the sense of pride the 100k achievement has filled me with. I understand that reaching 100k views doesnât immediately make me any âbetterâ or âworseâ then I was before. Iâm still just me! It only helps me feel seen by othersâand thatâs all I really needed. To hear some nice words & receive reminders that my ideas are cared about. So thank you SMG4 fandom for that, seriously thank you.
Please accept this Mr. Puzzle drawing as a way of sharing the happiness around. Heâs so entertaining. Love him for simply existing. So glad we can all collectively be super attached to him (and the rest of the SMG4 cast of course). Canât wait to see more incredible artworks from the fandom :)
Just incase anyone is confused by my vague description over which âanimated videoâ Iâm referring to hereâhopefully this photo will help clarify lol. Itâs this one!! Sorry about not outright stating the title at the start, I got carried away with writing!!
Iâve been in an odd place mentally when thinking about it. Wondering to myself if any of the attention is deserved considering itâs not even fully colored and could be dismissed as âlow effortâ content (despite taking several days making it). Itâs easy to get into a trap of comparing yourself to others and questioning how much of the videos success is based on your skills, sheer algorithm luck, or only because you used popular characters and catered to a specific fandom. And then judging yourself by looking at other peoples videos. Iâve seen several artists post higher quality works then my own but it somehow gets less views. So why did mine succeed when others (who should have gotten just as much attention if not more) didnât? Sometimes you feel like youâve unfairly robbed them of that chance to be seen. However Iâve realized that I canât ever expect views to be consistentâand comparing is pointless. So why worry about it or feel inadequate? I mean itâs pretty common for funny cat videos to go viral, so who am I to question the system lol. âPopularâ YouTube videos can range from a passion project which took 7+ artistsâŚto a clip of Toad singing Chandelier or a nonsensical Vine sketch. Anything can happen when itâs the internet! And just-so-happened my video was chosen. I should stay glad about that and get rid of all the overanalyzing. So thatâs what Iâve chosen to do :)
#OKAY SO SO SO actually started doodling this once the video was around 98k this morning#it wasnât even meant to be art specifically designed to celebrate the milestone at first#I just wanted to draw the funky fella who makes me laugh#but as you can see that changed up fast jksjksp#I was under the impression that my video wouldnât reach near 100k until December UH?? WHAT HAPPENED MY PREDICTION THWARTED??#seems Iâve severally underestimated how long the traction would continue for geez wow uh#people sure do enjoy comedy gotta love âem laughs and giggles#I CANâT BELIEVE WE REACHED IT THO. THATâS INSANE TO MEâALL THE SUPPORT AND COMMENTS AND SUBS#thank you SMG4 fandom I wouldâve never fathomed the algorithm to carry it so far like this#you wanna know the real kicker?#things would have gone so differently for the channel if I didnât wrestle with my anxiety & post there#because there was a point during that day where I fullheartedly figured it would cause me to loose subs#I was kinda terrified ngl#this goes to show that you should never hold yourself back from sharing different aspects of your interests#you donât need to confine yourself to just one thing#or to strive only to make the most high quality videos ever (I put that pressure on myself a bit too much nowadays)#sometimes itâs the simple ideas that manage to charm people#and those who see the effort will stick around to support you. You just need to trust yourself during the process and take that chance :)#EWWWW MUSHY GUSHY SENTIMENTALITY CLOGGING UP THE ATTENTION HERE#whatever happened to keeping the focus on â¨the star⨠who made it all possible to begin with huuuu??#show a bit more gratitude to the charming TV who boosted the viewership in the first placeâŚdonât be so self absorbed with morals lonesome đ#what is this some sort of My Little Pony episode oh pleaseeeeee đ#<- all of that was a simulation of Puzzles interjecting and nagging a bit lol. Iâd imagine heâs tried of my nonstop nonsense#âŚ.yea the Puzzle brainrot is reaching maximum severities. So thereâs high chance Iâll be animating him more down the line :3#stick around to find out!!#hplonesome art
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every time i swim i discover yet another corner of The Sinuses previously unknown to science
#how can there keep being so many holes and cavities and tunnels in there#the nose should be a simple tube#where does all the snot LIVE before it comes out?????#this is truly one of those bigger-on-the-inside scenarios#bc also why does it not simply All Expel when you blow. i have to like hold my head upside down for 20 min to release some of it#the answer is to Torment Me is why. btw.#ramblings#swimming#mermaiding#edit: oh this is not the blog i meant to post this on but. alas. it remains here i guess
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YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK. THERE WILL ALWAYS BE BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS.
#jrwi#william wisp#jrwi tide#jrwi cantrip#prime defenders#you guys do not understand how hard it was for me to keep it this simple#i was sitting there like oh i should add dakota and vynce and his shotgun and chainsaw#and i was like fin sit the fuck down u do not need another huge project#so anyways how we doin?#i drew a thing#tw blood#pd spoilers
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literally was talking to someone the other day (same conversation that has already provoked multiple rant posts) and she was saying she was thinking about putting rat poison under her hay and i had to be likeđ§đť. do you love killing many other animals like your cat who you won't keep inside. or your neighbors cat who they won't keep inside. or our beautiful birds of prey who will eat those rats.â
#she HAD NOT EVEN HAD RAT PROBLEMS BEFORE she was just saying this because some guy told her she would get them. stupid#i really think rat poison should not be sold like they have to outlaw that shit#outdoor cat people are just so so so fucking dumb oh my god. keep that thang inside!!!!!!!!#âohh i would just be devastated if a hawk took my cat ohh the coyotes ohh he got in a fightâ none of this would be an issue if you kept him#INSIDE. OBVIOUSLY.#people hate simple and effective solutions and i clearly just need to internalize this fact and start approaching the world that way because#they are never going to change. đ#me
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gonna be going to bed soon,, goodnight uu silly little beings ily all soo much . snoremimimi
#âł the fool speaks#i feel i should erm . try to talk less abt wanting romance tmrw . since i feel I've been doing it a lot ??#or more than usual st least but idk my perception of my own actions isn't that great sometimes#but it slso feels like if i stop mentioning wanting love confessions all the lovey anons r gonna go away . . .#but i wanna talk to them !! n i guess if they're actually hashtag real aqua valentin vow woya cicada xipe mioara angeltism aquariium-ediits#fans then they wouldn't stop just cuz i try to nawt outright fish for adoration as much riiight . . .#but i dunno :( i wanna keep talking to all the dear crushnons who've been talking to moi <3#if any of uu r seeing this thennn . don't be afraid to send me asks ! the sappier the better ! /silly#idk I'd love to keep talking to the silly billies who've been oh so nice to moi ~ even if it's just simple stuff like asking eachother#random ass questions ? i guess ? fufu#umm . bhtanwayssysysusuuf im so eepy im the eepers snooore mimimi homk shoo honk shoo
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stream tomorrow. ~3pm est. this fuckin site. if i dont get hit by a car by then.
#snap chats#ill make another reminder post an hour before the stream tomorrow dont worry#yes this is related yes this is also so i can be angry FUCK#imagine being an american and waking up and reading the news and wanting to light everything on fire#anyways. before i bring politics into my funny sideblog.#ive been shirking /drafting/ a comic all week cause i keep getting distracted And Brother I Feel Another Impulsive Idea Enter The Dome#ok im lying its another idea ive had cooking in the back ever since i made my initial tattoo post but it's a short silly comic#so i think i can get the one day Relatively quickly#BUUUUT the main monster i wanna do.... idk what ive been shirking it it SHOULDNT be terribly long#it SHOULD be pretty simple and just me being Smart and Funny right and yet... brain broken.#i dont know if i want to make it especially long or keep it short and sweet...#SOOOO this all relates back to Stream Tomorrow because i wanna have it at least DRAFTED in my head by then#not another accountability stream... uh oh...#i vow to be less annoying this time around i looked in the mirror and reviewed myself and said 'bitch shut up you fidgety bastard'#so HOPEFULLY i'll be less erratic#in any case. off to do that mini comic. i guess it's more of a warm up in my book#bye bye ill see yall in five. hours.#cause apparently thats how long it takes me to COLOR SHIT god forbid sketching and lining and kms#ok bye fr stay sexy
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my mother was ranting at me again, the following is paraphrased: âthe fact that you never do anything, canât manage to do your school work and you can hardly take care of yourself tells me that you are a LAZY personâ yes, mother, i am lazy, how could you tell? you do not even know the full extent of it, would you believe that iâm also too lazy to derive pleasure out of anything? would you believe the amount of times iâve nearly killed myself because i am too damn lazy to be alive? iâm well aware of my laziness. fucking cunt.
#complaning#sorry to that one guy who follows me i think you should block the 'complaining' tag if you'd like.#i have made a decent post every once in awhile if you'd like to keep sticking around in hopes i make another one#i don't know why i'm still alive.#i know it likely isn't going to work out.#and even if it does for what?#i would have to had gotten through highschool by being dragged through it by infinitely patient friends while having done barely anything#i can think of ideas and thats about it. i can hardly compose anything for any assignment#and not even for things i enjoy. not even for things i would've wanted to do#i don't understand why i'm like this. i've been trying to get better i really have.#it's been going on for ages now. i don't know when it will end and even if it does like i've said#i'm a mediocre person anyway.#i would've wanted to have some sort of silly hobby. a surrealist painter or a pretentious humourist or marxist political theorist#or experimental percussionist. i don't know. something that i would enjoy and be passionate about#and then have some sort of#i don't know. plumber or truck driver. some butch lesbian type job#oh and at the most hopeful going to college and getting a degree in sociology or something. but i now realise that is far from possible#but really i don't think i'm capable of any of that. i'm hardly capable of answering simple assignments without someone else there to#carry me through them.
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ughghghghhhhhhhhh
#fiaposting#vent incoming!!! sorry lmao#i just like. i dunno. lemme talk a bit to fill in the space#before the tag readmore#ok ok ok ok this is probably good#anyway#FUCK#i really wish there was somewhere i could express. you know. ideation. and talk about past you know ideation#without people automatically thinking im some whiny little traumadumper#or getting worried and forcing ME to be concerned about THEIR wellbeing when IM the one whos struggling#or risking being reported or having the fucking authorities called on me or some shit#everyones like oh if youre feeling like that you should talk to a friend! uwu#oh you should call this number! bring it up to a therapist! uwu uwu uwu#they dont fucking get it#they dont fucking get that its not that simple and it never will be#i understand why the threat of being reported or involuntarily committed is always there#its supposed to be to save peoples lives#i get that#but in my case itll be what fucking does me in#because of that threat i will never open up to anyone and ill keep it all sealed in forever until it really does kill me#and no one SEES A FUCKING PROBLEM WITH THAT#AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#im not gonna do anything rn dont worry about me i am just really upset lmao
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i am So Poor and So Depressed. should i actually literally just kill myself
#pi's personal#delete later#IS there a point to being alive anymore. fr#canât even be like oh well concert to look forward to in october gotta live for that because iâm not even sure iâll have to money#to pay for my hotel and ubers and fucking food while iâm there. i tried saving $250 this month on my last paycheck and thatâs gonezo#i still owe rent. iâm going to need to pay my electric bill and my phone bill and my car insurance and my wifi and groceries and and and and#to save for this concert i would need to save $250 at LEAST every pay period until i leave in october.#so like $500 a month. Get Real.#i SHOULD kill myself actually because going to see this concert is the only thing keeping me alive rn and i pretty much know i wonât be able#to go. i should just sell my tickets and get a refund on my flight and use all that to pay for this monthâs expenses and then Kill Myself.#because what would be the point after that#<- things that would have my mom scoffing angrily and going âGOD Anna GROW UP#BE AN ADULT. youâre 23 act like it. i canât believe how much were subsidizing your life right now and you want to take the easy way out.#donât you ever say that again. STOP IT.â#âstop being suicidalâ oh my god iâm cured. hallelujah. i had no idea it was that simple#do my parents realize iâm hanging on by a thread rn. i donât think they do#said thread is WWWY in october. THATS IT! THATS ALL!
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࣪â đ YOU SAY IT'S BIG BUT U TAKE IT ?! â
gojo, nanami, toji, sukuna, geto. you come home struck by a love curse and need their help on "recovering" from the after effects. (anon req)
đ̸ wc. 3.8k
đ̸ warnings. fem! reader, feral reader, love pollen/curse, unprotected, sukuna has two dicks, dirty talk, p in v, oral (f + m receiving), squÄąrting, biting, spanks, dumbification, overstim, brÄeding, premature ejaculatÄąon, mdni.
â SUKUNA RYĹMEN
âwhaâ youâre clingier than usual,â the curse grumbles as you burst through the door. youâre panting steadily. he was almost shirtless with his usual kimono thatâs exposing his abs. rickety arms of yours wrap around his waist before you drop right down onto your knees. with a raised eyebrow, he huffs. âeh. should i even ask.â
âno,â you reply within a second. your voice inwas nothing but a pure trembly tune. your body . . it felt hot all over, some stupid pollen or whatever it was was responsible for your feral state. you were even smelling the definition of the word too. you were grateful he didnât ask, alas insteadâhe crosses all of his arms before glancing down at you. pawing at his boxers to fall down, it comes down slowly. the wait was killing you as you glance at his huge hardened bulge preparing to be exposed. oh, youâre already drooling. you needed sukuna so bad, your thighs were already quaking. the air surrounding you both suddenly felt scorching and the minuscule goosebumps that reside amongst your skin felt even hotter. âi- i need a taste, âkuna. please.â
he hums in amusement. âoh? donât let me stop you then, horny girl,â and an oversized hand grips onto the crown of your head. with a nod, he views as your eyes light up at the now hefty sight of his two flashy dicks. with a groanâhe shudders once he gapes at your tongue and how it licks against the one near the front. âmhm, you little . . minx. good, take it then. enjoy your precious meal.â
sukunaâs in love with your mouthâwith your tongue, youâre so sloppy and you just canât help it.
running your sweet tongue along both areas of his dicksâevery part, the base, the length, and even the sensitive frenulumâhe groans loudly. itâs an almost roar that echoes through his chambers. both of his dicks which were visibly stacked amongst each other. one was in front while the other was in back. each were the same amounts of thick and broad. thickset and fucking heavy, you bob your head down against the first one until he shoots raw into your mouth within just a few minutes. âfuck, easy, e-easy,â he stammers, feeling you snake a hand against his neglected cock to stroke it, fondling with his heavyset balls.
hearing sukuna stutter does something to you. you couldnât exactly describe it, but you wanted to hear more of it. his head tilts back slightly as his lips purse, preparing to click his tongue. âugh, canât handle you when you suck that good,â and he grabs you by the hair, making you return his lascivious gaze. âlook at you. jusâ a cock drunken mess. got m-me,â and he deeply exhales. sukuna chokes on his own words, barely even able to finish his sentence.
you took so much out of him in such little time. truth be told, maybe this love curse whatever it was, was a good thing. spit races down both sides of your mouth as you happily keep his shaft warm into your tight throat. his cum was a lot, a bittery taste of his own lingers on your tongue before he cock taps against the roof of your mouth. if it wasnât for you doing a simple trick with your fingers, youâd have gag. you wanted more, lathering your tongue against his tip with no shameâyou then reach a hand down to play with your pulsing clit.
âmphm.â you mumble inaudibly, feeling him start to push your head further down. a chaffing smile goes against your mouth and he scoffs. youâre making him feel things. things he didnât even know he could feel. sukunaâs cold heart significantly flutters at the sight of you. it flutters simply at how good you make him feel. itâs a feeling he didnât want to stop. at least not yet.
âgod, âm gonna cum again,â he inhales before exhaling lowly. as he does so, his chest collapses back in from his sigh before heâs now facefucking you. the curseâs thigh taps and clenches, muscles creating a flexion within the nerves stored inside before he sees you drooling for more. as the bobbing of your headâs tempo increases, he groans before making you stare dead into his eyes with a simple grip. ânasty girl. cominâ home just to slobber on my dick, look at that f-face, fuuuuck,â and the moment you end up making him cum for about the umpteenth time of the night, heâs embarrassed. face flushed, youâre switching between his dicks to give them both equal amounts of love before he moves you off from sucking him. âbrat,â he glares, grabbing your chin as a few sloshing spurts of cum pour down your chin. sukuna then leans in to kiss you, his tongue tweaks against your lips and he tastes own arousal with no shame at all. shame never exists for a man like himâa cursed being like him. you moan, feeling a fang of his gently bite into your bottom lip before he pulls away. in a low, shaky tone, he grumbles. âwipe that smile off your face, woman. this isnât o-over.â
â NANAMI KENTO
âmy love?â nanami hoarsely pulls down the newspaper he was reading from his face. the glimmer of the g-shock he wore that wraps around his wrist ricochets against the chandelier hanging above the two of you. eyeing you closely, he leans back against his wooden rocking chair. âhow was work? your boss take it easy on you today?â
âkento,â you breathe, getting right on his lap. youâre met with those same gentle fawn irises thatâs captured your heart within an instant. a hand of his gently strokes against your waist before he watches you speak in such a needy way. âtouch meâ please, i want you so bad.â
nanami chortles lowly. âaw, i want you too honey.â
âno . . like, i want you,â and he sees how youâre glancing back at him with feral, blown pupils. nanami could tell how needy you were just from your tone and body language alone. he could never say no to you, his beloved wife. nanami knew you, and most importantly, he knew every inch of your body like the back of his hand . .
the moment heâs got you laid on your back, everythingâs lost. itâs as if time comes to an abrupt stop. the moment you feel his thick cock ease itâs way into your cunt, you immensely swallow him whole. âso warm ân snug,â he whispers, bringing his lips toward your face to pepper various kisses against your skin. heâs so gentle with you, he always was. he cups your chin before giving you a deep kiss to distract you from the brief tang of you clamping onto him. âhow . . do you feel? is this okayâ?â
his low voice was so smoothâleisurely, heâs rocking his hips against you before he playfully nibbles near your chin. a hand of his intertwined with your fingers as he waits for your sweet response. âi- i feel hot,â you moan, throwing your arms around him. âmore please, âken. makes me throb when you touch me.â
nanami chuckles, a quick piston of his hips and your legs wrap around his slim waist. his cologne swarms around your nostrils before you whine again. you sound so prettyâmelodious, each moan that escapes out of you sounds like a harmony within each lewdly musical moment that passes. âso the curse makes you more sensitive for me?â he coos against your neck, another free hand of his rubbing against your tummy. youâre just laid back, taking every appetizing inch of him and your eyes roll and roll to the very backs of your cranium. âmy sweet girl,â and his voiceâyou could get off to it, you were already profusely pulsing from his deeply through strokes regardless. âiâll touch every inch of this perfect body if it âcuresâ you, mhm.â
his touch makes you more sensitive though. nanami was sensual, taking his time with you. his pace was not to fast or too slow. just right . .
his fat cock slowly jackhammers itself into you, irregular breaths sounding more and more jagged. as heâs talking you through it against the shell of your ear, you dig your fingertips into his back. as you run a hand down, you feel a tiny mole print against his skin. âkento, r- right there, riiiight there,â and youâre keeping the entirety of his waist hostage with your ankles. âcum in me, your cumâs gonna save me i think . . s-so, please.â
âyou say such silly things sometimes, my sweet,â he whispers against your neck, giving it a long suck. you moan from his tongue flicking against the new mark he created before heâs quickening his hips just a tad bit. the bed creaks and sings, itâs as if itâs making a new mixtape with its noises. âbut alright, if my baby wants me to fill her up so she can feel better, iâll do that,â and before he shoots into youâhe grabs your chin. âah, but look at me though,â and heâs panting heavily, sepia-colored strands sticking against the sheet of sweat that goes against his forehead. âlook at me. look into my eyes, wifey,â and he sneaks a kiss onto your trembling lips. thrusting into you at brimming speed, he groans. âatta girl, there she is,â he purrs at you, a thumb brushing against your quivering bottom lip. he looked at you as if he loved you, nanami was sweet but a secret filthy man at heart. only for you though. âwanna see that pretty face. think âm gonna give you a baby or two while âm at it, my love. f-fuck.â
â GOJO SATORU
âgirlâcould be a little nicer yâknow,â gojo grumbles as you lightly flick him against his back onto the plump mattress. you were always no match for his unprovoked sass. with a teasing pout, heâs staring right back up at you as you straddle his chin. grabbing a fistful of his hair, you inch your pooling warm entrance against his face. âhow do you even get struck by a âloveâ curse anyway? thought that only happens in fan fiction, heh.â
âjust shut up,â you moan, hovering over your boyfriendâs face. he was so pretty â just gawking at him alone had you going more feral. gojoâs eyes, they were always so ethereal looking. a bright blueish ceruleanâalmost a viridescent green with how it reflects against the bedroom light. âf-fuck, i want you to taste it so bad, âtoru. want you.â
with an impish smile, he slides the side of your panties aside. âsoooo, what are ya waitinâ for? let me eat this âcurseâ out of you, angel.â
and the moment you plant your sopping wet cunt against his face, heâs ultimately determined to do so. gojo was a messy eater. it was really no denying it. youâre swiping your slick heat against his nose like a credit card and he eats it up everytime. drool pours from the corners of his mouth as heâs gripping your thighs with both hands. doughy padded thumbs of his pierce into your skin as youâre rutting against his face in rapturing pleasure. âlike that baby, f-fuck.â
âgo onâpraise me some more,â he giggles, warm breath fanning against your entrance. your stomach caves and seizes in and out as youâre still moving all around. it doesnât take long before your legs start to quaver. âcall me a good boy, yeah.â
as much as you wanted to eye roll in the most dramatic way, you couldnât.
youâve got a firm grip into his white, snowy strands before giving it a solid yank. âg- good boy, âs good for me, âtoru. think your tongue is working,â and your voice was so soft, its delivery was almost a mere whisper. gojoâs sucking against your clit, casually making out with it in such a sloppy way thatâs heâs imitating a french kiss. you continuously pulse into his mouth, feeling him breath through his nose before he spanks your sensitive entrance. as he does such a thing, a splash of your own arousal goes onto his face. teasingly, he sticks out his tongue to lick it clean. âf-fuck.â you whine, and he starts to feel himself get hard. not from you calling him a good boy, but the view itself.
the view of you, riding his face, straddling him in such a sexy way makes him feel a raging hard on in his boxers.
oh, the way you were maintaining such eye contact.
so sensual, you use his face for your own pleasure, hearing your heartbeat arise at a more quick through your ears. the sharp edges of gojoâs teeth nibble playfully against your thighs before you whimper once he prods a lengthy finger inside. heâs located your g-spot just like that, immediately moaning aloud before his digit curls up into your gummy walls. âfuck, youâre so hot when you pull my hair, âs no fair,â and as youâre whimpering loudly, chewing on the skin of your armâyou end up finishing after a while.
the moment you do, you end up squirting a bit. it comes out in a tiny trickleâgojoâs face lights up as youâre struggling to keep your thighs open for him but he spreads them further apart for you anyway. âshit,â he exhales with a cunning grin, that smug expression you oh so desperately wanted to wipe off. âi didnât know my girl was a squirter. maybe you should get struck by that love curse again,â and he licks against your pussy for a final time before spanking your folds. âletâs do that again. wanna get you real soaked tonight. i always like my girls messy.â
â TOJI FUSHIGURO
âno way you woke me up just so i could fuck you.â toji deadpans, bringing a hand towards the hair that sticks against his chest, scratching it for four long seconds. two arched brows of his curl into a furrow before he grunts. âi was havinâ a good ass dream too.â
âtoji iâm gonna die,â you protest, tugging at his boxers. âi searched up the symptoms a- and it said that if i donât do anything umâ sexual related, âm gonna die within four hours.â
âoh boo,â he rolls his eyes, and you moan once you feel the roughness of his palm squeeze against your ass. toji pulls you close to him, so close that you could feel the heat of his body radiate against your own. so close that you could smell his natural manly scent. the strong manly musk, his scent alone had you throbbing right inside of your laced little panties. in a groggy voice, toji leans in to suck against your neck, earning out a mewling whimper from you. âfine, but donât be surprised if i donât let ya cum. my dream was really fuckinâ good.â
knowing tojiâhe was probably dreaming about being a millionaire, but anyway . .
he happily helps with your little issue by fucking you thoroughly into the sheets. harp hips of his penetrate into you again and again. you whine, bratty cacophonous whimpers spew out of your lips as you cling onto the milky, pale sheets. itâs probably been hours, the entire room has a candied aroma of pure desire and intimacy. toji groans as your cunt clamps against him tightly. two scarred hands of grab ahold of your waist before pressing it deeper against him. âmhm, âs it workinâ baby? needed a good fuck, baby?â
ây- yes,â you moan, strands of hair almost blinding your eyesight by how it continues to get in your face from the quick paced movement. skin against skinâskin tight. everything felt heavenly. tojiâs husky pitched groans only makes you throb even more before he leans right up closer against your ass. âharder, fuck me, âtoji. pleaseplease. make me cum.â
with his own heavy huffs of breath escaping, he gets all the way up close before raising a foot to press down against your head.
a shrieking gasp comes out of you at the angle. heâs buried so deep now that your pussy stings and smacks from his sack. his hefty sack that hangs. kissing his teeth, toji rolls his eyes back from how good you squeeze around him before groaning once more. âgoddamn, yâer a little slut. wakinâ me up for dick, âoughta edge the shit out of ya,â and he grabs a nice amount of your hair, making you raise up. the soft, delicate wool of his sock still glides against your skin and you moan from his rude, overzealous tempo. âyeah? should the baby girl cum, or nah. personally, iâd say no. you were beinâ a brat. 'love curse' my ass.â
you try to sit up but he only pushes you back down, your face smushed against your fluffed out pillow.
ânuh uh, sit the fuck back down,â he snarls, swatting a soft palm against your ass. youâre so closeâyou moan again as he deepens his hits. his rhythm that was once so decent was now sloppy and merciless. tojiâs fat mushroom tip thwacks and thwacks against your clit so much that you could feel itâs delicious curve. itâs a tickling sensation if anythingâbut the last thing you were doing was laughing. as he tightens his grip a bit, resuming to rock his hips into you, he purrs against your ear in a throaty chuckle. âheh, oh so you canât speak now? thought ya wanted me to go harder?â
âi- i do,â you try to explain, but it only forms into a sweet meaningless babble. âfuuuuck, âs good but take your foot off me, toji. your sock is um.. wet.â
âyour sock is um wet,â he mocks you before lowering his foot. you cringe as he pitches his voiceâyou donât even sound like that. as heâs still having you arched over, watching as you then hide your face into the crook of your elbow. with a final smack against your ass, he pulls out before letting off an offended, tch. âungrateful ass.â
â GETO SUGURU
ârough day?â geto slyly smiles, watching you struggle to walk into his room. he locks his phone to get a good look at you. youâre heaving insane amounts of breaths, pant after pant squeezing out of your full lungs as if youâd just got down with a marathon. âaw, let me guess. that love curse again? baby, you really gotta stop gettinâ yourself in these positions. itâs silly.â
âsuguru,â you whine, collapsing right into his lap. the way you flop onto him was so cuteâyouâre met with a smug grin and dark, inky eyes thatâs taking in all of your features. always so pretty. he smells so good, itâs driving you crazy. âwanna ride you.â
âyou always ride me,â he strokes your chin, staring into your eyes lovingly. his hair was pinned into a unkempt yet attractive ponytail. geto gingerly wraps a hand around your throat before whispering against your lips. âso it is that lust curse again, isnât it? careful. startinâ to think youâre doing this on purpose just to ride me, pretty girl.â
it works every time thoughâbecause within minutes later, youâre riding geto on the plump sofa. he was trying to multitask, trying to send an important email but your hips always snapped him back to reality. eventually, his phone slips out of his hand. geto groans at the way your rhythmâs got him in such a chokehold. youâre unhinged, playing with your tits right in front of him that he canât help but feel against your soft mounds himself.
âs-shit,â he hisses, your body forever an image embedded in his mind that he couldnât erase. your pussy squelches against his cock and you feel him reach such deep angles all at once. his girth was enough to make your mouth salivate with slippery saliva. mouthwatering, the upward curve of getoâs dick has you going stupid, youâre whining constantly before you lightly shove him back against the cushioned furniture. âslow down, youâre gonna make me c-cum quick, baby, goddamn.â
perhaps your hips alone were the enemy all along, youâre barely giving him a chance to breathe and it turns him onever more. how feral you wereâhe could see how blown and needy your pupils were. as you wrap your arms around him, still jerking your hips forward, you pull him into a deep, passionate kiss. geto groans right into your mouth, itâs guttural. playfully, you twirl a finger around his hair as youâre fucking him. getoâs hand placement was against your hips, long pretty lashes fluttering every few seconds before he gasps. âbaby,â he huffs, a slippery strand of spit leaving your lips as he tugs away. with half-lidded eyes and a flushed face, he moans again, yet this time itâs louder, a bit more pitchy. âiâm gonna c- cum, shit your hips is gonna kill me.â
âdonât waste it p- please,â you plead into his ear, the soft breaths of your voice that exit from your throat makes his dick twitch inside you. youâre still grinding against him, the tempo was so speedy that it gives geto whiplash. he was truly witnessing his life flash before his eyesâall thanks to your precious pussy, featuring your crazed hips. he hardly doesnât know where to roam his handsâbut they remain glued to your waist, attempting to guide you closer. âinside, sugu. spill it ân me, make a mess.â
groaningâhis head tosses itself back in rapture as he falls into his lewd, anticipated embrace. heâs feeling hot and warm just like you. the warmth your pussy provided him makes him bite his lip.
âfuck, fuck, f-fuuuuck,â he swears once you suddenly pick your hips back up. after a few seconds once you gradually slow downâheâs shooting a warm load of cum into you. so gooey, it fills you to the brim and you slow down finally, still swaying against him to make sure itâs fully plugged full. it pours into you all at once, a whopping amount of seed thatâs so much that it oozes between the crevices of your thighs. you rode geto so good that he doesnât even notice the sofa had ended up collapsing. the sound was short and conciseâheâs moaning once you wrap a hand around his throat, feeling the vibrations of his grunts go against your fingertips. âphew,â he swallows, still dumping a good amount of ropy amounts inside before he goes limp against the couch. geto still has your hips in place before heâs gasping for short collected breaths. with glossy eyes, he notices your needy smug grin, not showing one ounce of fatigue. âagain, huh? fuck, let me catch my breath first baby, youâre fuckinâ dangerous.â
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EAT IT UP !
HOW THE JJK MEN EAT P*$$Y
Multiple x reader
-> GOJO, NANAMI, TOJI, GETO, SUKUNA, CHOSO
warnings â ď¸ smut⌠duh. pussy eating⌠duh. 69 in getos. talks of bondage. talks of choking (on dick) overalll smut idk
GOJO SATORU AKA âkid in a candy storeâ
On his tummy, feet in the air, humming. His legs are swaying back and forth but youâre way too busy to notice. Heâs looking up at you with those unmistakable eyes watching you fall apart on his skilled tongue. His hand use your thighs as handles and makes out with your sloppy, cute cunt. Heâs trying to tease you but the words come out as gurgled mumbles since his mouth is basically superglued to you.
Youâre throbbing on his lips and he slurps it up like honey. Sometimes he dips his fingers in but usually sticks with his mouth. Fucks his tongue inside of you and heâll probably start gagging because of how far he gets. He has to hug your thighs when you cum because of how squirmy you get. Nips at your clit when itâs all sensitive and giggles.
âYouâre so fucking cute squirmingâ
âOh wow⌠feels that good huh?â
âIs this how it feels when you gag on my cock?â
NANAMI KENTO AKA âuse me like a chairâ
Wants all your weight on his face or else heâs not happy. And no- itâs not an option. Maybe youâll suffocate him, but whoâs to say thatâs not the goal? He cups his hands around your thighs and pulls you down on him, immediately getting to work. Heâs so sensual and romantic about it. Slowly licking from your entrance to your clit. Definitely kisses your clit before starting anything.
Gathers a whole bunch of spit before and globs it onto you. There should literally be bubbles when you get off of him. Tries his best not to snake his hand down his pants so he can focus on you. As much as he loves you grinding down on his face he always stops you. This is for him to do all he work, he should be making you feel so good you donât need to think about grinding down.
âLet me do all the work, just sit there.â
âI know iâm hard, sweetheart. Iâll get to that later.â
âStop hovering, do i need to tie you up?â
TOJI FUSHIGURO AKA âthis is for himâ
Even though itâs an activity meant to pleasure you, itâs for him. For him to melt away his worries into your sweet cunt. He uses it as a stress reliever, massaging your ass like a stress ball. will literally ask you why you were squirming so much, it disturbed his peace.
Never stops after you come. More flavor for him. Has you on your tummy, heâs spreading you apart and eating it. His hands are never still. Always running up and down your back or playing with the skin of your ass. Moves up to grope your tits and play with your sweet nipples.
âPut your face into the pillow and bite if itâs to muchâ
âYou take my cock every day but my mouth is too much?â oh wait, thatâs also too much
âMaybe i should leave some marks on this ass too.â
GETO SUGURU AKA â34 + 35â
SixtyNine KING. Canât decide between being on bottom or top. On bottom he can get the pleasure of you sitting on his face. The only downside is your squirming with so much pleasure that you forget to suck his cock. He doesnât care that much, eating you out is plenty of pleasure, but it would be nice. But he does hate it when your strokes get sloppy and they become borderline teasing.
On top he gets the added bonus of fucking your face. Thrusting in and out of your moaning mouth as much as he pleases. He loves hearing you choke while slurping you up. He just doesnât like the blood going to his head while eating you out. Heâs pretty simple when it comes to pussy eating. Loves to suck on your clit and use his fingers. Definitely makes you lick your own cum from his fingers. Finger fucks you until his hands are pruned.
âCâmon baby, at least stroke me baby. Look how hard he is for you.â
âI know itâs so much, huh?
âThatâs fine, iâll just throat fuck you with my cum soaked fingers,â
RYOMEN SUKUNA AKA âstop runningâ
Eats you out until youâre rolling around on the floor. And still keeps going. He hates it when you squirm, but also doesnât do anything to stop it. Locks his arms around your thighs and presses a hand against your tummy. Sloppily eats your cunt with no technique. Spits soo much on it. The noises that come from your cunt and his mouth are insane. Dips his tongue real deep into your mess to get every drop.
Has you on the verge of passing out when you cum. And you guessed it, still wonât stop. He definitely pushes your thighs to your chest and wraps his arms around your whole body to keep you still. Loves it when you push on his head in desperation. It makes him so much harder.
âYou keep fucking running and Iâll go for longer.â
âYouâre only making it worse for yourself by squirming.â
âFucking take it or Iâll make you.â yeah he definitely makes you
CHOSO KAMO AKA âkitten licksâ
He eats you out like heâs scared. Heâs so fascinated by your slippery pussy that he unintentionally goes super slow. Giving soft kisses to your clit and licking at your entrance like a popsicle. You have to tell him to go a little harder so it feels better. and once he does, no going back.
Starts to eat it like a starved man. He gets so mad heâs never done this before because heâs in heaven. Ruts his cock into the sheets because it feels so amazing. Moaning like a slut into your pussy. So much spit and his tongue is going wild on your pussy. Heâs definitely making this apart of your routine.
âOh my god itâs so wet baby.â
âFaster? but when i go faster with my cock you cryâŚâ
âIt feels good right, baby? Am I doing good?â
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#MAKE HIM BEG (FOR THAT PâSSY!)
ĘÉ summary. how the jjk men look when they beg for it. are they reluctant as they force the words out or pathetic as they whine for it? . . . ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso + sukuna.
warnings. fem!reader, pussydrunk men of course, oral (f receiving), masturbation, penetration (p in v), riding, mating press, sukunas inspired by that one scene in wolf of wall street yupp, 18+ mdni.
SATORU GOJO â BREAKS IN NO TIME!
satoru may spend a short while attempting to defy your orders to beg for what he wants, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away with a petulant pout pushing at his lips.
but with you sitting there oh-so-temptingly next to him on the bed clad in nothing but a fuzzy pink nightgown and looking so painfully beautiful, god is it hard to keep up his childish stubbornness.
just look at it from his point of view for a moment... he's the strongest; he shouldn't have to plead with anyone for anything, right? hell, one could even argue that you should be the one begging him to lay his hands on you.
but if he's being completely honest with himself, he doesn't quite feel like the strongest whenever he's with you â no, it's the opposite, in fact... you make him weak.
weak enough that he's willing to throw caution to the wind and abandon his infamous prideful streak entirely to beg for you.
"please." satoru mumbles under his breath, like a child finally apologizing to their parent after being sent to the corner and thinking about what they've done for the appropriate amount of time.
"what was that, toru?" you hum teasingly, raising an eyebrow and stretching your leg out to poke his thigh with your recently pedicured foot. "i didn't quite hear you."
the white-haired man groans dramatically, peering over at you with his wide, uncovered cerulean eyes. he's needy; you can see it dancing clearly in his irises â but you're not about to let him off the hook that easily.
"can you say it again for me, hmm?" you prompt in a tone just dripping with exaggerated sweetness as you slowly drape your leg across his lap, relishing in the way his pale hands visibly twitch at his sides with the desire to touch it.
your boyfriend looks like he's mere moments away from lighting up a hollow purple as he fixes his stare upon your leg, refusing to look anywhere near your own eyes as he forces out another, more desperate, "please."
"good boy," you praise as a reward, watching with bemusement as satoru tries to cover up the way the two simple words affect him. but you know him too well, and the subtle squirm of his hips against your leg gives him away. "that wasn't so hard, was it?"
satoru grumbles a few retorts under his breath, but quickly loses his train of thought when you lift your leg from his lap, slowly spreading both limbs to expose the sheer panties you'd adorned especially for tonight.
"oh, baby," he groans from low in his throat, pupils dilating at an alarming speed as his tongue darts out to wet his suddenly chapped lips. "look at you..."
"just look?" you repeat cheekily, tilting your head to the side as you observe his completely transfixed reaction â it's almost laughable how easily you can break him down into a pathetic mess. "you don't wanna touch even after you begged so nicely for me?"
"n-no!" satoru shoots back without missing a beat, mop of messy white locks bobbing as he frantically shakes his head from side to side. "i wanna touch, pretty girl. i really wanna touch... can i?"
you barely have time to nod before your boyfriend is between your spread legs, effortlessly pushing them even further apart as he buries his head exactly where he wants it to be â right up against the slick crotch of your translucent underwear.
and he's utterly drunk on everything about your pussy in moments; the tempting scent of your gushing arousal that wafts through the material as he rubs his nose against it, the way the see-through fabric sticks to your skin and allows him a perfect view of your puffy folds.
"so gorgeous." satoru mutters reverently, lovesick eyes flicking up to meet yours as his freakishly long tongue lolls out to lick a slow, thorough stripe up the soiled front of your panties.
you're not sure who moans louder; him or you. all you do know is that it doesn't take long for his eager mouth to be directly over your cunt, ruined underwear tossed somewhere nearby without a second thought.
"y'should... make me work for it... more often, baby," he pants against you between obnoxious slurps and frequent groans of enjoyment at your saccharine flavour. "somehow, it makes this pretty pussy taste even sweeter."
SUGURU GETO â TURNS THE TABLES ON YOU!
suguru has no problem in indulging you if you want to switch things up in the bedroom every now and again. you want him to beg for you? sure, he can do that.
...because he knows that the roles will be reversed soon enough.
so when you pull him away from your gushy cunt by his hair after he's just spent the last few blissful hours down there coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of your writhing body, he's waiting patiently for whatever you want to say.
"if you want to be inside me next... you have to beg for it," you say breathlessly, trailing your fingers from the back of his silky, loose hair down to the nape of his neck and squeezing. "can you do that for me, sugu?"
suguru pretends to consider it for a moment, tilting his head to the side and peering up at you with thoughtful violet eyes. after a few moments, he responds. "hmm... i see no reason why i can't."
your surprise is evident on your face at just how quickly he agreed â when you first decided you wanted to try this, you assumed it would take atleast a little bit of convincing to get him to go along with it.
...but apparently not.
"wow. um... just like that?" you chuckle in a soft puff of startled air, eyebrows raised as you watch him stand up from his knees and rest his large hands over your bare thighs.
"what? did you expect me to put up a fight or something, baby?" suguru purrs gently, leaning down so his face is inches from yours, hot breaths mingling together. "nah. my girl's pretty pussy is worth begging for, don't you think?"
you swallow thickly, his sultry words making a gush of arousal ooze onto the sheets beneath you as your eyes briefly flick down to his lips which are still swollen and shiny with your juices. "i wouldn't have asked you to if i didn't think so."
he releases a low, velvety laugh at this before slowly spreading your legs wider to make room for himself and crawling onto the mattress to settle between them.
suguru reaches down past the waistband of his grey sweatpants to wrap a tanned hand around his neglected cock, giving it a few pumps while his gaze stays fixed upon your glistening wetness.
and he just keeps doing this for a few long moments, making your body instinctively squirm around in need as you observe his ministrations with an air of impatience. "i-isn't this the part where you're meant to do the begging?" you force out, hoping your voice isn't too audibly uneven.
he simply smiles at this â a lilting, amused little smile that makes you feel like he might know something you don't. "i will, sweetheart. just getting myself ready first."
a few minutes pass, yet he still makes no move whatsoever to start pleading with you; and naturally, you're starting to become more and more restless, itching for something, anything to happen.
then suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, suguru pushes both his sweats and boxers down in one fell swoop, instantly drawing your attention to his thick, veiny cock as it slaps against his toned abdomen, reddened tip angry and drooling from all the teasing he's been doing to it.
and you're so fixated on the sight before you that you hardly even notice when he slyly lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing his leaky cockhead around it in slow, infuriating circles.
"w-what are you doing, sugu?" you gasp, brows pinching in a mix of annoyance and pleasure at his deliberately un-coordinated movements; he's working you up on purpose... but why?
"nothing." suguru hums entirely innocently, blinking down at you with an air of nonchalance that doesn't fail to irk you.
for a while, silence falls between you as you both gaze intently at where your bodies are connected â so close to becoming one but not quite there yet.
and then, the somewhat tranquil moment is suddenly snapped into a thousand tiny pieces by the loud, wet slap! of your boyfriend's flushed tip slapping against your cunt.
and it makes you release a pitiful cry, needy hips instinctively bucking up against him in search of more friction. but he abruptly pulls away before your skin can touch again, still sporting that strange smile.
"you want something, pretty girl?" suguru croons in a deceptively sweet tone, reaching down to trail a slender finger down the supple skin of your tummy and relishing the way your hips buck again in response.
"y-yes," you whine pathetically, too desperate to be full of him to even process how this situation has somehow been turned completely on its head in mere minutes. "please, sugu... need you."
"thereee we go... who's the one begging now, hm?" he chuckles loudly, eery smile finally widening into the smug grin he's evidently been holding back this whole time. "see what i did there?"
"...i hate you."
"no you don't, baby."
and he's right; you don't. and when he distracts you by finally, finally beginning to ease himself inside your throbbing heat, you think maybe the tables being turned on you wasn't such a bad thing after all.
TOJI FUSHIGURO â YOU'LL HAVE TO WEAR HIM DOWN!
ââyou want me to what?â toji grunts in response, a thick dark eyebrow raised in exasperation as he looks at you like youâd just grown a second head.
âyou heard me perfectly fine, toji.â you huff with a small roll of your eyes. of course he isn't going to make this easy for you. he never does.
âyou seriously want me to beg to fuck that needy little cunt of yours?â he scoffs loudly, jabbing a finger in the direction of your dripping core as if to prove his point. âi think you should be the one begging me to do that, dollface.â
âthatâs what i do every night already,â you deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest and observing the way he simply shrugs in response. âweâre trying something different this time.â
âoh, are we now?â toji drawls mockingly, tilting his head to the side and eyeing you with a bemused half-smile tugging at his scarred lips. âand what makes you so sure iâll even agree to go along with this, hm?â
âwell⌠because if you donât, then you get no pussy tonight.â you counter in a decisive hum, closing your legs and sealing yourself away from his view.
âreally? that's the best y'got?â he snorts obnoxiously, waving a dismissive hand in your direction and turning his head back to the television screen at the end of the bed as if to showcase how unaffected he is by your threat.
toji may be stubborn as a mule, but so are you; which is a good thing because it means you work well together, but a bad thing (for him) because it means that two can play at this little game heâs started.
so while he pretends his attention is solely fixed on whatever is quietly playing on the tv, you not-so-subtly begin sliding a hand down the length of your body, eyeing him carefully for any signs of a reaction.
you know youâre making progress when he covers up the way a groan threatens to rumble from deep in his throat when he notices your hand finishing its descent and disappearing between your legs by clearing his throat into his fist.
he holds out for quite a while, honesty. it must be taking a herculean effort on his part not to snap when you begin releasing shameless moans and gasps of pleasure right beside him, coupled with the lewd squelching sounds emanating from your cunt.
but toji is just a man, after all â and one that is not used to being denied what he wants, at that. so it's not long at all before he breaks, practically ripping his clothes to shreds in his haste to be inside of you right now.
you stop him before he can line himself up with your entrance by placing a hand on his bare chest, a victorious smile pulling at your lips as you tilt your head to the side. "forgetting something, big man?"
"huh? oh, y'mean a condom? sorry, baby, 'm all out." he mutters while shooting an apologetic grin in your direction, quickly turning his focus back to pushing his gushing tip towards your fluttering hole.
"no, not that," you chuckle in bemusement, giving his chest a light shove to stop his advances yet again. "i'm fairly certain i said no pussy for you unless you beg for it, didn't i?"
toji's grin falls comically fast, replaced by a small scowl of annoyance as he leans back on his haunches. damn it, he'd been foolish to hope you would've forgotten about that already.
"jesus christ, fine... please?" he forces out with about as much enthusiasm as a young child about to go to their first day back at school after a long vacation, the words coated in bitterness as they fall from his tongue.
"alright, i see you don't really want it then, so i'll just see myself outâ"
"fuck no, you're not going anywhere, dollface," toji grunts before you can even take a single step towards the door, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and effortlessly pulling you down onto his lap. "i'll even beg all proper for ya, okay? please can i have you, mama?"
"...i suppose." you respond with a small smile, trying to hold back the smugness threatening to bubble up into your tone as you realize that your little plan actually worked.
but as per usual, you end up being the one begging for more once toji starts bouncing your pliant body up and down on his fat, curved cock that just fills you up so good.
...no surprises there.
CHOSO KAMO â BEGS ALREADY (A LOT!)
choso has absolutely no problem being pathetic for you.
he feels that it's a blessing just being able to exist in your mere presence, so it's only fair that if he wants anything more than that then he should ask nicely, right?
he has no idea why anyone wouldn't get down on their knees and beg for the privilege of getting to touch someone as pretty as you, especially when you walk into the bedroom in nothing but one of his oversized shirts.
"baby..." choso mutters quietly, voice already slightly whiny as he watches you perch yourself on the edge of the bed he was lazily sprawled across before your entrance.
"hmm?" you hum, feigning obliviousness, as you peer at him over your shoulder â and oh, is he adorable like this. all pale, blushing cheeks and an involuntary pout pushing at his full lower lip.
"you look so pretty right now," he murmurs quietly but sincerely as his wide chestnut eyes trail over your form with barely concealed reverence dancing in his irises. "...w-well, i mean, you always look pretty. but especially right now." he adds for good measure.
"why thank you," you respond with a soft smile, reaching out to lightly trail your fingertips across the distance of his sharp jawline and relishing in the way his entire body visibly shivers as a result. "is there by any chance something you want, cho?"
choso audibly gulps at the gentle and knowing tone of your voice, letting his eyes flutter closed for a few beats before opening them again. "m-maybe."
"maybe?" you repeat in a light chuckle, raising an eyebrow and grasping his chin between your thumb and forefinger to make sure his gaze stays directly fixed upon you. "i know you can do better than that, baby. c'mon, use your words for me."
his pouting lower lip trembles ever so slightly at your coaxing words, the rapidly growing bulge in his sweatpants twitching violently in a way that borders on painful in response. "want y-you."
"hmm... better, i suppose. but still not good enough." you tut in disappointment, removing your touch from his chin entirely and observing the way he chases after your hand with silent amusement.
slowly crawling across the mattress, you perch yourself upon his lap before the poor boy can even process what's happening, placing your hands over his hipbones to stop his inevitable squirming.
"if you want something, you have to be specific," you drawl in a low, sultry caress of a tone, languidly rolling forward against the not-so-subtle hardness you can feel beneath your ass. "now... tell me, cho, what is that you want?"
choso appears to be mere moments away from bursting into a fit of tears at your teasing movement, his pale hands clenching into white-knuckled fists against the bedsheets as he peers up at you pleadingly through the messy strands of dark hair that have fallen across his forehead.
"i-i want you to... to fuck me," he murmurs timidly, each syllable audibly shaking with embarrassment as it leaves his mouth. no matter how many times the two of have been intimate in the past, he still remains as shy as ever. "please."
"thereee we go," you coo warmly, hands giving his hips a gentle squeeze in reward for his obedience. "didn't even have to ask you to beg, hmm? you did it all on your own like a good boy."
choso merely nods furiously, his desperate facial expression doing all the talking for him as you lift your body up for a moment to tug his sweatpants (which are already decorated with a small pre-cum stain) down.
it's not long before you're settled atop his needy, pulsing cock, unable to resist his repeated adorable whimpers and mewls to feel you around him â and oh, does it feel better when you've teased him just a little beforehand.
he's going feral within seconds, pulling your pliant body down to his face practically suffocate himself with your pillowy tits while he ruts up into like an animal in heat.
as you brace yourself for a bumpy ride, you can't but think that if there's one thing you never have to worry about with choso as your boyfriend, it's him refusing to beg for you.
...but what you do have to worry about is the very real possibility of him bruising your cervix with how deep his relentless thrusts are reaching.
RYOMEN SUKUNA â KINGS DO NOT BEG... RIGHT?
ryomen sukuna is the king of curses. and, coincidentally, last time he checked; kings do not beg.
so when you have the sheer audacity to ask him to plead with you for the mere privilege of getting to touch your mortal cunt, to say he is outraged would be a dire understatement.
âabsolutely not.â sukuna grunts firmly, crimson eyes narrowing in annoyance as he waves a dismissive hand in your direction, the action not dissimilar to what he would've to one of his old concubines when he was finished with them.
but you're irritatingly persistent, refusing to let the matter go for the entire duration of the night as if you truly believe there's a chance you can break his ironclad resolve.
"you must be deluded beyond comprehension to think i would ever stoop so low as toâ" he begins to grumble, but for some reason, finds the end of his sentence disappearing from his mind when he lays eyes upon what you're currently doing.
there you sit, at the foot of his throne, skirt pushed up to reveal the lack of... well, anything underneath as you shamelessly sprawl your legs apart to give him an unobstructed view of your sweet cunt.
"fuck, woman," sukuna practically growls, the sound guttural and raw as it escapes from deep in his throat. he shifts subtly in his seat, craning his neck downward to get a better look at you. "what on earth do you think you're doing?"
"who, me?" you hum, feigning complete obliviousness as you slowly but surely lift a leg up and press the end of your high heel against the arm of his throne.
"yes, you," he scoffs incredulously, crossing his tattooed arms over his chest and attempting to continue remaining unaffected by your little display. "do you see anyone else in here flashing me their bare pussy?"
you make a show of glancing over both shoulders before turning back and shaking your head with a mock-innocent smile stretching at your lips. "huh. you're right, looks like i'm the only one."
sukuna only responds with an unamused grunt at your childish antics, the sound quickly melting into a rough groan when you lift up your other leg as well, body now entirely open and just ripe for the taking.
he finds himself instinctively reaching out a thick hand before he even realizes what he's doing, only for you to pin it down with the end of your heel without it managing to make contact with your skin.
"ah ah," you hum chidingly, tilting your head to the side and peering up at him through fluttering lashes. "you know what you have to do if you want to touch, ryo."
sukuna scowls fiercely, fully aware that he could effortlessly pull his hand from under your shoe and snap your pretty little ankle in half in one swift movement... but he won't do that, of course. (maybe)
he could also just take what he wants right here, right now, without having to humiliate himself by pleading â but he supposes if he's going to do something so utterly unbecoming of himself like begging for someone, it might as well be for you.
so as soon as the pathetic syllables of the word "please" leave his disgruntled mouth, he doesn't wait a single second to pounce on you, easily folding your legs up to your head so your heels frame either side of your face.
"but don't think this little stunt of yours will go unpunished," sukuna mutters gruffly in your ear as he impatiently tugs his robes open. "next time, i'll make you take both my cocks. then you'll be the one begging me; not for more... no, but for me to stop."
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toji x reader // sfw!
đđđđ doesnât remember the last time he was gifted something.
âyou got me what?â he asks again, kicking his sandals off at your front door for what seems like the millionth time.
you rise from your couch, the wood creaking slightly as you do so. âjust some stuff for you to keep here so you stop using mine,â you reply, the shrug of your shoulders indicating how little of a deal it is.
in the kitchen, you rinse out the glass youâd been using. tojiâs footsteps are barely audible over the sound of running water.
âthereâs a few pairs of sweats in the hall closet,â you tell him, setting the glass down to dry. âand some other stuff in the bathroom. shampoo, body wash, toothbrushâŚâ
the assassin lets out a small huff, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorway. âyou tellinâ me i reek or something?â he accuses, more so to brush off the odd feeling building in his gut.
âmaybe.â comes your playful quip, your head tilting as you rest your weight on the counter and look at him. âbut seriously, you just come around so often,â- his nose wrinkles at that, as he knows he crashes here much more than he should- âthat i figured iâd just get you your own things. itâs not like it cost me an arm and a leg.â
with a yawn you stroll toward your room, lightly poking his chest as you pass him. âplus, you use up all of my stuff, dummy.â
he grunts, his eyes following you until youâre out of sight. âi donât need fancy clothes or any of that crap,â he murmurs to himself, taking a few steps toward the hall closet.
his large hands wrap around the handles, sliding the doors open until he sees a pile of clothes resting on one of the shelves. three black tees stacked atop three pairs of sweats, some boxers and socks in a little box, all for him.
he picks up a shirt without hesitation, the fabric smooth against his calloused fingers. his brows furrow in concentration, maybe unease. this is for him, itâs his, and maybe thatâs why this shirt is the softest one heâs ever felt.
with a gruff exhale, he snatches a pair of sweats and a clean pair of boxers, his steps unhurried as he heads for the bathroom.
the fan hums above him as the lock clicks into place, his eyes immediately darting to the shelves to see the new toiletries. his stuff.
inside the shower, tojiâs shoulders sag.
itâs as if the water is washing away his defenses, the rugged, nonchalant exterior he wears now melting away in the comfort of your shower.
toji pops open one of the new shampoo bottles, taking in the scent and pouring it onto his palm. he wonders if this smell reminds you of him, if you put some thought into each item.
while he rubs it into his hair, he thinks about if he should pay you back. itâs not like he asked you to get him all this stuff, but still.
even when youâd first started letting him crash on your couch, you hadnât demanded much in return.
âjust donât make a big mess and be decent, alright?â he remembers you saying.
and he was just fine with that. free room and board just for something so simple? heâd be a moron to decline.
it was only after around a week that he felt a familiar itch. he wouldnât be in your debt, wouldnât wait for the day when youâd inevitably ask for something.
so, he offered what he always did- himself. thatâs what women usually wanted from him, anyway.
his idea didnât exactly go as planned. if anything, it made him feel more conflicted, made him wonder why the hell you kept him around.
were you just lonely? did you enjoy his company?
âoh, no⌠i donât do that,â youâd said, holding your hands up, flustered but adamant. âyou donât have to sell yourself to me or anything. who does that? like, what?â
the water patters on the tile floor, his body and mind feeling more clear and clean than theyâve been in a long time.
when the faucet squeaks shut, he steps out and snorts as he sees a new, fluffy black towel hanging beside yours behind the bathroom door. he grabs it, rubbing his scarred skin dry and running it through the damp strands of his hair.
the new clothes feel like heaven, truly.
in your room, engrossed by your phone, you barely hear the sound of the bathroom door opening. tojiâs steps are almost silent, his arms crossing over his chest as he watches you beneath the covers.
heâs amused as you snicker at some post, the dim screen lighting up your face in the otherwise dark room.
âlet me crash here, yeah?â he suggests, though itâs more of an order.
youâre startled, rightfully so, hiding your phone against your chest while you sit up straighter. âoh, you scared me! new clothes and you think youâre all that, huh? too good for the couch?â
yet, even as you chide him, youâre peeling back the covers for him, grabbing the extra pillows and moving them out of the way.
a satisfied grunt leaves him as he spreads out on the mattress, careless of the space he takes up. he tugs the blankets over his person, settling in like a big cat.
he curls into you. you donât mind.
while you scroll along with one hand, the other supports his head and absentmindedly strokes the skin of his cheek.
his eyes watch you, his breaths becoming more steady and even. heâd never admit how much it means to him that youâd gotten him new clothes, new toiletries, practically a new home.
itâs more than he deserves, but he finds himself wanting to take as much as he can get.
heâs yours, even if he doesnât know it. and, as the days go by, he wonders if you can be his, too.
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Deliverance
summary: following your nephew's death, you find aemond in need of comfort. as his older sister, who are you to deny him?
pairing: aemond targaryen x sister!reader
warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, canon typical incest, mentioned canon death, infidelity technically but reader's husband is cool with it and understands that she comes from a weirdo family cough cough incest cough, lactation kink, hurt/comfort, piv sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, titty sucking, angst but happy ending, otto cameo ew, let me know if i missed anything!
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a/n: *slams fist on table* i need for him to suck on my boobie
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âShall I fetch Maester Orwyle once we return to your chambers, Princess?â Your handmaiden, Edyth, questions as the two of you make your way up one of the many winding staircases in the Red Keep â each step making you wince.Â
âYes, please,â you sigh, ever grateful that she had always seemed to have a knack for predicting your requests before you had the chance to voice them, âPerhaps tell him to prepare some of the same soothing balm he gave to Helaena?âÂ
âOf course, Princess,â Edyth nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, ever the optimist, âI believe it should help with your aches, I remember it seemed to help the Queen afterâŚâ She trails off, breath hitching in her throat.
A heavy silence seems to fall over the two of you, the same that had been blanketing the entirety of the palace for the past few days. You swallow thickly, battling against the lump suddenly growing at the back of your throat and merely nod your head in simple understanding, offering her a tight-lipped smile, âIâm sure it will be of great help, Edyth, thank you.âÂ
Ever since⌠it had happened, the Red Keep feels as if itâs made of eggshells, like one small gust of wind could knock it right over. Everyoneâs so on edge, terrified of saying too much or too little, the wrong thing at the wrong time. The stress of it all seems nearly suffocating, though you still have a feeling the worst was yet to come.Â
Suddenly, someone calls your name from behind you and you turn, smiling once you see your grandsire striding toward you.
âA raven arrived earlier from Gwayne,â Otto explains, deep voice carrying down the empty hallway, âHeâs reached Oldtown safely, everything seems to be well there.â
âOh, wonderful,â you nod, grateful for news of your husband.
âIndeed,â he continues, âDaeron seems to be in good spirits, happy to come home; theyâre to depart tomorrow, as scheduled⌠forgive me, I meant to tell you before supper but it seems to have slipped my mind.â
âEverything has been so hectic of late, please donât trouble yourself. He arrived safely and will be back all the sooner for it, that is what matters.â
âOf course,â Otto nods, glancing out a nearby window, âIf youâll excuse me, Iâve been ordered to attend to His Grace,â he says gruffly, a wry smile on his lips, nodding in the direction of Aegonâs chambers.
You nod at the mention of your twin, brows pinching together with worry. âBe⌠patient with him, grandsire, please,â you beseech, chest heaving with a soft sigh, âI spoke with him earlier this morning, heâs⌠well, heâs not himself.â
âAre any of us anymore, I wonder,â Otto mutters, fixing you with a tight smile before taking his leave, striding quickly down the hallway. Your brows furrow at that, you canât help but throw Edyth a questioning look before the two of you continue toward your chambers.Â
âSeven Hells,â you grumble, quickly bringing a hand to your breast as you climb another, blessedly shorter, set of stairs, âPerhaps check the nursery first, yes? Daena may be stirring stillâŚâ You know better, even as the words leave your lips.Â
Your daughter has finally begun sleeping soundly through the night recently and while that is cause for celebration, you certainly wonât miss the past eight moons of late night feedings, your poor breasts are paying the price â your body not yet caught up with the lessened need for milk.Â
âYes, Princess,â Edyth replies with a little nod, walking alongside you.
The two of you are almost at your chambers, finally turning onto the hallway where the family apartments are housed, when you hear it â a muffled, barely there cry. The sound makes you pause in your tracks, head swiveling, unsure of exactly where it came from and itâs then you notice that the door to Aemondâs chambers is ajar.Â
That in and of itself is strange indeed, your little brother valued privacy above all else, so you stride over only to pause at the entrance, hand poised midair as you reach for the door handle. Your heart clenches when another soft sob pierces the quiet of the hallway â a mournful little noise, one youâd expect more from Aegon.Â
Turning back to Edyth, you lead her a few feet from the door, knowing Aemond would hate it if he knew someone, anyone aside from you, had overheard him. âGo to the nursery,â you instruct, making sure to keep your voice low, âMake sure Daena is well, then youâre free for the evening.âÂ
âBut, princess, what about ââ
âNevermind it,â you murmur with a shake of your head, âIâll send for the maester later myself.â
With a nod, she scampers off further down the hallway, leaving you alone by your brotherâs door. Stepping back over toward the threshold, you bite at your bottom lip, wondering if you should go in at all â if it would be more merciful to simply pretend you hadnât heard anything at all.Â
But then it happens again, another pitiful sob sounds from beyond the cracked door and youâre unable to help yourself â Aemond had always come to you with his troubles when he was younger, surely now would be no different. With a little breath, you push the door open just enough to slip through it and thank whichever Gods may be listening when youâre able to press it closed with hardly a sound.Â
Peeking around the screen your brother has beside the door, it feels as if your heart shatters in your chest. He looks so⌠small, so fragile, the complete opposite of the towering, formidable man heâd become in recent years. Itâs clear he didnât hear you come in as he stays seated in a chair near the door, his back to you; his shoulders shake with gentle cries while he hunches over, head cradled in his hands.Â
The disarray of his normally spotless chambers startles you once you let your eyes flit over the space â papers are strewn about all across the low table he keeps in the little sitting area, some scattered across the floor, crumpled up, or ripped to pieces. His bedsheets are halfway ripped from the bed and lie in a pool at its foot, along with the remnants of a candle, now merely a translucent puddle on the dark stone floor.Â
Taking a step forward, you softly call his name, trying your hardest to keep your voice as low and soft as possible, though youâre hardly able to get the first syllable out before he bolts up from the chair with a strangled gasp and spins toward you.Â
âOh, Aem,â the words fall past your lips in a soft sigh, pulled from you by the startled expression on his face â eyes wide with the fear of being caught so vulnerable. His sapphire eye seems to sparkle with just as much emotion as his pale purple one.Â
âSister, I ââ He starts, hastily wiping his hands over his cheeks, chest heaving while he tries to calm his harsh breaths, but youâll have none of that.
âShh, whatever excuses you have, Iâll not hear them,â you murmur, quickly walking the few feet over to him and enveloping him in a tight embrace, just as you used to do when he would come crying to you about the tortures Aegon or your nephews put him through in their youth.
Your brother stays stiff in your arms for a moment, tense and wary, though he slowly relaxes as you rub a hand over his back, smoothing out his long hair. You yourself relax once he finally winds his long arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder with a soft sigh, the tension in his shoulders finally releasing.Â
âTell me what distresses you so?â
âI⌠Jaeâ the boy,â he stammers, stumbling over his name. You understand, just saying your little nephewâs name seems to somehow make the pain of the loss even worse. Yet, something in your gut tells you thereâs something else going on, that Jaehaerysâs death is not the only thing causing your brother such anguish.
âAemondâŚâ you gently press, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek as you pull back just enough to meet his gaze, âI cannot help if you wonât tell meââ
âTell you what?â He counters, tone growing too defensive too quickly, âMy nephewâs death brings me sorrow, sister. The loss of a young child is a⌠distressing thing.â
âYou know thatâs not what I mean!â You counter, trying desperately to keep your voice calm, even when Aemond backs away from you with an exasperated sigh. Youâre no stranger to this game â ever since he lost his eye, your brother has guarded his emotions carefully. Getting him to speak honestly about them was about as hard as keeping a bottle of Dornish wine from Aegonâs grasp.Â
He gives you a sidelong glance as he paces about the room, lips pressed into a thin line, jaw clenched. Worry only blooms brighter in your chest the longer you watch him; so agitated and so guarded, closed off like an abused animal.Â
âIt⌠itâs nothing,â he mumbles finally, voice short and clipped, âNothing important, sister, I assure you.â
Unconsciously, you wring your hands worriedly, heart clenching; you want nothing more than to reach out and comfort him, yet you know from experience that it was better to let Aemond come to you.Â
âWell, surely it cannot be nothing if it has upset you so, sweetling.âÂ
His nervous pacing comes to a screeching halt at that and he squeezes his eye shut, fists clenched at his side â his whole body tense like heâs trying desperately to keep some invisible dam within himself closed.Â
You reach a hand up instinctively when he bites at his bottom lip and turns his head away from you, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. âIâ,â he croaks, the tightness in his voice makes your breath hitch in your throat; every maternal cell in your body is screaming at you, pleading with you to hold him, âI donât w-wish to burden you.â
âBaby brother,â you sigh, finally going to him, practically running the few feet over to where he stands. Your arms encircle him instantly, pulling him into a tight embrace â one hand rubs over his back while the other cups the back of his head, holding his face against the crook of your neck, âYou could never be a burden to me, never.â
That seems to break him and he gasps, breathing warm against your neck, before he finally lets go and his shoulders heave with sobs while his hands cling to you desperately, fisting into the fabric of your gown like heâs afraid youâll disappear. A tightness grows at the back of your own throat, not used to seeing him be this raw, this open, in what feels like lifetimes. It breaks your heart to think heâd been holding all of this in, determined to be the strong, silent soldier like everyone expected, while he dealt with such sadness all alone.Â
âShh, shh, Aemond, youâre okay,â you murmur gently, eyes widening when he sags against you, his knees giving way only for a second. âHere, come,â you instruct, taking one of his hands in yours and leading him to the small seating area in his chambers. You urge him to sit on the sofa he has there before joining him yourself, a bit surprised when he all but throws himself against you again â practically laying his head in your lap as he sobs, cheek pressed against your chest in a way that makes you wince from the tenderness still there, not that youâd ever scold him for it.Â
âThere, thatâs much better, hm? Comfortable?â You ask, simply trying to draw him back to the surface.Â
He doesnât reply, something that doesnât really come as a shock to you given how harsh his cries are, leaving him breathless against you. Deciding to let him get it out, you stay quiet, merely shushing him every so often as you run your fingers through his pearlescent hair.
After a long while, he seems to settle some and tears begin running down his cheeks silently rather than racking his body with savage cries; he lifts his head from your lap and rests it instead against your shoulder, gazing up at you as if youâre an angel sent from the heavens themselves. The intense tenderness with which he looks at you makes you blush, yet your brows furrow slightly at the darkness still there â lingering in the lilac of his eye.Â
âI have⌠I have done something terrible.â
Your brother's murmured confession only serves to confuse you further and you shake your head slightly, heart clenching in your chest as you silently wonder what in all the Seven Kingdoms he could possibly mean by that.Â
âAemond,â you start, knowing not to pry â to let him tell you, âThere is nothing you could ever do that would make me think any less of you.â
He stares up at you for a long moment, eye flicking across your face like heâs checking for even the barest hint of deception, yet he finds none â your words are true.Â
âYou⌠promise me you will not hate me.â
âI promise, sweet brother,â your brows pinch together at his words, wondering what could possibly be bad enough for all this, yet you canât stop the corners of your lips from quirking into a sad smile at his request; that uncertain lilt in his voice reminds you so much of when he was younger, âThereâs nothing you could do that would make me hate you. Nothing.â
âIâŚâ He starts, pulling away from you as he sits up, sparing you one last glance before staring off into the fireplace, âI am the⌠the reason Jaehaerys is dead.â
âWhat?â The word is pressed from you, leaving your lips as little more than a breath. You stare at him as if heâd sprouted a second head, utterly perplexed. How in the Seven Hells could he have ever arrived at that conclusion? Taking one of his hands in yours, you lean a little closer, âSweetling, what in the world do you mean?â
âThey were here for me,â Aemond rasps, wincing as if the words themselves are painful, clawing at his throat on their way out, âThey were⌠Gods, they were sent for me and â and when they couldnât find me, they⌠H-He died because I was not here, because they could not f-find meâŚâ
âOh, my love,â you sigh, the backs of your eyes stinging as he presses himself against you again, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, âAemond, you couldnât have known, none of us did. You couldnât have knownâŚâ You repeat, like saying the words again and again will make him believe them.Â
âI s-should have,â he whimpers, voice breaking over a sob, âI shouldâve k-known, I shâshouldâve been hereâŚâ
You hold him tightly, practically hauling him onto your lap as his tears leak over your skin, running into the valley of your cleavage like a river, though you pay it no mind. âShh, sweetling, shh,â you murmur and press a soft kiss to his forehead, âItâs not your fault, dear one, itâs no oneâs fault but the vile men who took him and our⌠our coward of a sister who ordered it done.â
He stays silent for a moment and you can feel the gears in his brain turning, working furiously as he tries to internalize your words, wanting desperately to believe them but unable to let himself. You sigh softly when you feel him shake his head against you, so determined to cling to guilt.Â
âIf⌠if I had n-not been at theâŚâÂ
âAt the where, brother?â You press, clinging to anything you may be able to use to shift the conversation.Â
â...The brothelâŚâ he mumbles after a long pause, the words so muffled against the column of your neck that you have to strain to hear them. His words shock you, the complete opposite of anything youâd been expecting. You try your hardest not to let that show, even as a strange sense of jealousy wells up within you â a sense of possessiveness youâve always felt for your little brother.
âWell, you⌠you are a man grown, my love,â you heart hammers in your chest, loud enough that you wonder if he can hear it, âIf you wish to lay withââ
âI didnât⌠Iââ He stammers, clinging to you tightly as he shakes his head, an urgency in his voice you canât quite place, âThatâs not what, I⌠I mean, Iââ
âNo matter,â you cut him off, aching to see him so distressed, âWhatever you do there, sweet brother, itâs your��� right to do it.â You struggle to get the words out, the sense of protectiveness rising viciously in your chest makes your throat feel tight.Â
He lifts his head from your shoulder again and eyes you for a long moment â for what, you arenât sure. Itâs almost like heâs surprised not to be meant with disgust or contempt; you wish you knew why.
âIt doesnât matter,â he finally mumbles, glancing away from you, ashamed, âI shouldâve been home⌠I shouldâve been here to protect my family.â
âAemond, please,â you sigh and sit up slightly, moving to cup his cheeks in your hands, wiping at his tears with your thumb, âIt is not your job to protect us, we have guards for a reason⌠if anything, this atrocity is their fault but it is not yours, do you understand?â Your eyes bore into his as you speak, desperate to make him understand, to rid him of this misplaced guilt.Â
âDo⌠do you still love me?â He asks after a long moment, voice so timid, so meek like heâs already preparing himself for your rejection, that it makes your heart twist horribly in your chest.Â
Still, you cannot help but huff out a little laugh, lips lifting into a sad smile at the utter ridiculousness of the question. âYou are my dearest brother,â you murmur, leaning forward to press a kiss against his forehead, letting your lips linger on his skin for a second, âOf course, I still love you, Aemond. I have loved you from the moment you came into this world and I shall never, never stop â the Gods themselves could not make me.â
The two of you are quiet for a moment, save for a small hum from your brother as he nods. His arms encircle you again and selfishly, you enjoy it â being this close to him again, like he was a little boy once more. Heâd been all but attached to you at the hip before that dreadful night, following you about the Keep and telling you all sorts of tales about various histories of the Realm in that sweet voice of his.Â
All of that had stopped that night and, at first, you had assumed that he merely thought himself a man grown afterwards â a man who had finally claimed a dragon, a man who no longer needed comfort from an older sibling. The sadness in his voice when he speaks again, muffled against your shoulder, tells you otherwise.
âMother doesnât love me anymore,â his voice is flat and detached as he breathes out the words, like heâs informing you of some tragic, unavoidable accident.Â
âAem, of course she does. She loves you veryââ
âNo,â he cuts you off, sitting up once more and shaking his head, âEver since that business with Luke, I⌠she can hardly bring herself to look at me. She wonât speak to me outside of Small Council meetings and even then she tries not to, âtis plain to see.â
You open your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes, leaving you to swallow around the lump that grows at the back of your throat once again. What are you to say? Heâs⌠Gods, bless him, heâs right, youâve seen as much to know.Â
âYou are the only one who has never abandoned me,â he starts, eye sparkling in the candlelight as tears begin welling up within it once more, âEveryone else has left.â
âThatâs notâŚâ Your voice fades as you sigh, knowing that arguing with him now will do no good. Instead, you simply hold him tighter and brush a few stray locks of hair from his face. âI can promise that I shall never leave you, sweet brother.â
He grows quiet for a moment, slumping down against you until his head rests in your lap and his body curls up onto the sofa. Silently, you resist the urge to cradle him, to hold him against you as you do Daena when she wakes from a nap with a start, crying out from her cradle.Â
He is a grown man, you remind yourself, yet it does nothing to stop the strange ache in your heart.Â
âThey all used to taunt me, surely you remember, when we were younger,â he mumbles, eye fixated on the fire crackling in the hearth, even as he clings to you, âFirst for not having a dragon, then for not having an eye.â
You hum in affirmation â you do remember it, sadly. You remember it all very well; he had slept in your chambers for a week after the incident with the pig, not wanting to be left alone at night with the memories of it. You remember having to hold him back at the table when Aegon had poked fun at his eyepatch during supper, about a month after his eye had been gouged out.Â
You remember that night too, when heâd come to you with tearful apologies, murmuring sorries again and again for accidentally nicking your hand while trying to brandish a knife against his brother.Â
âI have always been an outcast.â
A smile tugs at the corners of your lips despite the circumstances and you sigh softly, brushing your fingers through his long strands of hair, âI quite like you being different⌠perhaps if you werenât, we wouldnât be as close, hm?â
Aemond goes quiet at that, stills in your lap with a little sigh before simply burrowing against you even more, curling in on himself tighter.Â
A soft coo leaves your lips, strands of his long hair passing between your fingers like silk. âWhat say you stay with me tonight, yes?â You offer, the thought of him in the dark carrying all this alone grief makes you feel ill, âWe could even cuddle, if you like? Just as we did when you were younger.â
A short beat of silence later, all you get is a little, âYes, please,â mumbled against your abdomen.Â
âI donât deserve you,â he murmurs later, the two of you finally lying together atop your bed, cuddled closely against one another just as youâd promised. Youâd each taken time to get ready for bed and Aemond seems a little better for it, no longer as distressed and teary now that heâs had the time to collect himself.Â
Your hand carefully cups the side of his face that isnât pressed against your pillow, that isnât buried in the crook of your neck, as an astonished huff of laughter escapes your lips as they curve into a sad smile, your brows furrowed. âWhy in the world would you think such things?â Even as the question is whispered into the quiet of your chambers, you know the answer â Aemond has always been this way, always one to reject comfort, even when it is so freely given, even when he himself seeks it out.Â
If only he could see himself as you do.Â
âI⌠I have done so many shameful things, sister, IâŚâ His voice breaks when he cuts himself off and you can feel him tense in your hold, ââTis the simple truth, I donât deserve you.â
You hum softly, combing your fingers through his hair while you mull over his words, silently wondering why he has always been like this â why you have always felt so unworthy of softness and kindness and love.Â
âWell, it is not my truth,â you murmur after a moment, eyes flicking over the long line of his body, hidden by your silken bedsheets. In the time each of you had taken to ready yourselves for bed, you had changed into a nightgown and he into a simple nightshirt, leaving your bare legs to tangle together, âWould you like to know what I think, my love?â
You feel him inhale against the crook of your neck, sucking in air like heâs steeling himself for disappointment, yet he still lifts his head and peers up at you. His lilac eye searches your face for a long moment, looking for even the smallest indication of displeasure in your features, only to find none.Â
Seemingly satisfied with his assessment, assured that surely whatever you were to say would not hurt him too badly, he nods.Â
Sitting up just enough to better see his face, you look at him with nothing but adoration as the two of you rest shoulder to shoulder, backs against the headboard. âI believe you deserve every kindness in the world, Aemond. And I believe even that would be too little,â your voice is hardly a whisper when you speak, like this is the deepest of secrets meant only for his ears, âYou deserve nothing but happiness, sweet baby brother.â
He stares at you for a long moment, eye wide and glassy while his chest aches as your words seep into him like a soothing balm. You can see his Adamâs apple bob in his throat as he swallows, eye squeezing shut for a moment while he processes your words â so sweet they nearly stung.Â
A soft coo bubbles from your lips when you see his chest rise and fall rapidly beneath the linen of his nightshirt, and you lean into him all the more when one of his hands reaches out and grabs one of your own, squeezing it like itâs a lifeline.Â
âShh,â you soothe, giving him a sad smile when his eye finally opens again, gaze immediately finding yours, âSweet boy.â
He lets out a shuddering breath before looking away from you once again, mind reeling. Not knowing what to do, overcome with so much emotion his heart feels as if itâs adrift at sea, he brings your hand up and presses a soft kiss against your knuckles before holding it to his cheek and sucking in another little breath as his bottom lip trembles. âPlease donât ever leave me,â he whispers finally, voice tight and hoarse.Â
Cupping his face, you caress your thumb over the scar beneath his eye softly and lean over just enough to press a soft kiss against his cheek. âI will never leave you, Aemond, I swear it.â
He shudders once more before letting out a shaky breath, eye filled with a wild desperation. Before you can register the movement, his hands are suddenly gripping at your waist and hauling you onto his lap, your legs on either side of his, as he buries his face into the crook of your neck once more, apologies already muffled against your skin. âI-Iâm sorry, I â Gwayne will⌠will hate me but ââ
âShh, sh, sh, sweetling,â you murmur, despite the small, barely audible gasp that leaves you at the sudden movement, so wholly unused to this as half of you tries desperately to comfort you while the other half wonders if you should put a stop to this, âGwayne knows, my love, he⌠itâs okay, he knows.â
A sob is wrenched from Aemondâs lips, warm against your neck, but he nods nonetheless, sighing when you begin carding your fingers through his hair once more, smoothing out the long, pale strands. Slowly, he relaxes again, arms wound securely around your waist while his breath evens out.Â
Youâre about to say something else, though your breath hitches in your throat when he begins peppering your neck with soft, chaste little kisses â feather-light down the column of your neck. He stops after a second, noticing you tense up on his lap, eyes wide as a million thoughts swirl in your mind: Is this okay? Should you stop this? This is your precious baby brother, the one who used to cling to your skirts when he was sad, who used to come to you in the night when he woke from a nightmareâŚÂ
He leans forward once more and nips at your earlobe, making your heart stutter in your chest, âCan⌠can I try something?â
Your head reels at the sudden change in his touches, needier now, though for an entirely different reason, yet still your mind reels â piqued with curiosity. âWhat is it you wish to try?â You question after a moment, voice scratchy from the sudden dryness at the back of your throat.Â
Silently, Aemond relishes this; something about you, you his normally strong and carefree older sister, being this flustered because of him makes his heart flutter in his chest. Dipping his head, he resumes pressing soft kisses against your skin, though they linger now â teeth nipping before he soothes the small bites with a swipe of his tongue, drawing ever closer to the pulse point in your neck that beats so wildly he can feel it beneath your skin.Â
âAemond!â You all but wheeze when he suddenly grabs at your hips, his own firmly bucking up against you. A shock goes down your spine at the evidence of his arousal pressing against you, two thin layers of fabric doing precious little to mask the feel of it. Again, you tense up, practically jumping out of your skin as you pull back just enough to gaze down at him, your eyes wide, blinking rapidly, as they search his.Â
This was the last thing you expected tonight, the last thing youâd expect from him at all. âWha â IâŚâ You stammer, dumbstruck while worry and uncertainty cloud your mind.Â
Aemond shushes you now, long fingers squeezing at your bare thighs now that your nightgown has ridden up enough to reveal them. âItâs alright, itâs alright,â he murmurs, rubbing his thumbs soothingly against your skin, âDo you trust meâŚ?â
Your throat bobs as you swallow thickly, heart hammering in your chest. You should be the one comforting him⌠what in the Seven Hells has happened? Is⌠is this the comfort he needs now?
Even still, you nod your head at his question; of course you trust him, youâd trust him with anything⌠even this.Â
A smile grows on his lips when you acquiesce, a pleased glimmer in his eye when he lifts his hands to your hips again, his grip firmer this time. âGood⌠good, sweet sister,â he hums lowly, rutting his hips up against you once more, lilac eye watching you with keen interest.Â
âA-AemâŚâ You gasp once more, the feel of him against you so intense it sends a shiver down your spine, even when your brows furrow as your eyes flutter, threatening to slip shut. His movements press a small whimper from your lips and you can feel the sting in your cheeks as they flush, chest heaving while your hands grab tightly at his shoulders.Â
The smug look on his face slowly morphs into one of wonder and his eye flits over your face greedily, like he doesnât want to miss a single second of seeing you like this â already so strung out over him.Â
He moves again, the feeling of your soft core pressing against his growing length through the thin linen only serving to drive his urges further. âGods, you look so beautiful like thisâŚâ He murmurs, in awe at having you like this, and all to himself. Unable to help himself, he leans forward yet again and pulls you closer as his lips settle once more against your neck.Â
Instinctually, your head tilts to the side, giving him room to kiss over your skin. His movements against you cause you to shiver in his grasp, even if a small part of you was still uncertain, hoping this wouldnât change your relationship with him for the worse.Â
The slow grind of his hips causes his nightshirt to eventually ride up his legs as well, and you gasp anew, jumping once more when his length suddenly presses against your center, unhindered by fabric.Â
âFeel what you do to me?â He purrs, letting out a low groan of his own.Â
For a moment, all you can do is stare at him, lips parted ever so slightly while your chest heaves, silently wondering if this is truly happening. Almost imperceptibly, you nod your head, shuddering at the feeling of his cock pressed against you, already twitching.Â
âL-Little brother,â you gasp, breathless already.
Aemond smirks at your response, your whimpers and soft gasps going right to his head. He grabs at your waist still, bucking against you in slow, almost teasing movements. A low, pleased hum vibrates him in his chest when he feels how wet you are against him â the heat radiating from your center nearly stifling.Â
The longer this goes on, the more you can feel your resolve crumbling, any small bits left of you that wanted to put a stop to this slowly fading away. Distantly, you canât help wondering if this is how itâs always been meant to be, if this was the only logical conclusion your paths could reach, the outcome of such a close bond. Perhaps, you have always been made for this.Â
âAemond,â his name falls from your lips in a soft sigh and you finally lean against him heavily, pressing your chest against his unthinkingly. âShit!â You gasp only a second later, jolting as if stung by a bee, brought back to reality by the ache in your breasts.Â
âSister?â Aemond questions, freezing beneath you while he looks over your face, his hands rising to cup your cheeks protectively.Â
You start to answer, to explain, when you feel a sudden tingling sensation at your chest and, judging from the look on your brotherâs face, an explanation would be a moot point by now anyway.
âGods grant me mercy,â he sighs, eye wider than youâve ever seen it as he stares, near open-mouthed, at your chest. Glancing down, your cheeks flush at the sight of milk dampening the linen at your breasts, leaving it all but translucent.Â
Again, you go to explain, only to stop yourself in your tracks when his tongue darts out, licking over his bottom lip. Your head spins when you notice his chest heaving as he stares at you with a nearly savage hunger, eyes fixed on your breasts like his universe has been narrowed down to a pinpoint.Â
âAemond?â
âPlease,â he groans, swallowing thickly and licking over his lips once more, practically salivating. His eye flicks up to yours for only the briefest of seconds before zeroing in on your chest once more, âSweet⌠sweet sister, please.â
Again, the energy in the room seems to shift, Aemond once again begging you for comfort, bowing to your whims. Quickly, you shush him while one hand threads into his hair once more as you bring his head back against the crook of your neck, settling him there while he groans against your skin, rough hands slowly trailing up your waist before halting at your ribs.Â
Your other hand busies itself with snaking between the two of you and impatiently batting your clothes away before your fingers finally curl around his length, causing the both of you to let out soft cries.Â
âShh, sweetling,â you coo, chest heaving while you position him at your entrance, sighing as he desperately mouths at your neck, âI know what you need, Iâve got you.â
Again, twin moans fill your dimly lit chambers when you slowly sink down on him. Whimpers are punched from your lungs at the feel of him steadily filling you, his chest rumbling against yours as he groans deeply, hips jolting beneath you.Â
âGods,â you sigh when your hips are finally pressed tightly against his once more, panting and letting your eyes fall shut while you give yourself a moment to adjust.Â
The feel of him borders on overwhelming â pressed so tightly inside of you, around you, the very air in your room filled with the heady, herbaceous scent of the bath oils you know he favors. You imagine he must feel the same as he trembles beneath you, fingers and hips twitching with barely contained desire.Â
Finally, your need to comfort him, to protect him even from himself, rears its head again and you relish the breathy sigh that leaves him as you begin to move your hips. Itâs a grinding motion, soft and gentle â what he needs now, to be treated with care. Still, the movements send shockwaves up your spine as the pale hairs at the base of his cock rub perfectly against your pearl, creating a delicious friction to spur you on.Â
âSo good,â he breathes, warm against your shoulder as he leans forward, kissing at your neck, âYou feel so good, sister, you⌠you are s-so good to meâŚâ
âJust as you deserve,â you murmur, combing your fingers through his long hair once more before your hands travel down to the hem of his nightshirt and you begin impatiently tugging at it, pulling it over his head and grinning at the soft, nearly petulant, whine he gives at having to separate from you even for a second.Â
Still, some instinctual force seems to drive you, a need to feel his skin against your own, and you waste no time before pulling your own nightgown up and over your head as well, leaving nothing to separate the two of you.Â
The groan that leaves him when your chest presses back against his own once more is like nothing youâve heard before â a sound of the purest relief, like heâs found some oasis in the desert. His eye opens again and the rhythm of your hips stutters only for a second once it finds yours. The lilac is almost completely overtaken by black and yet, he still regards you as if you are an angel sent from the heavens themselves, stares at you with such reverence that your heart flutters in your chest.Â
Something clicks for you then as he whimpers beneath you, his own hips beginning to buck up against your own as the lazy tempo youâve settled into slowly starts to pick up. You understand, now, that this is merely another step, an added turn, in the so carefully balanced dance the two of you have constructed.
And if this is what he needs to be comforted, then youâre more than happy to give it.Â
âMy good boy,â sigh, moving against him with renewed vigor, grinning when he lets out a hitched moan, âIs this what you needed?â
âYes, y-yes,â he nods, his eye never leaving your own as he ruts beneath you, the choppy movements only adding to the fire slowly building within your veins, âPlease, sweet sister, pleaseâŚâ
You donât need to ask to know what it is he means, nodding before he has time to stutter out another word, âTake what you need, my love.â
Another breathy groan sounds from him as he quickly descends onto your chest, tilting his head down and immediately capturing your sensitive nipple between his lips, one hand coming up to gently cup your breast, holding it steady. The feeling of relief that flows through you when he starts suckling is nearly disorienting, the dull ache in your breast slowly fading away with each mouthful of milk he pulls from you, greedily taking a few mouthfuls from one breast before switching to the other.
Your fingers stay anchored in his hair while your hips work against him, your high building more steadily within you now that your breasts no longer feel ready to burst. You pant as you gaze down at him, eyes half-lidded while you watch his lips move against you, lilac eye still fixated on you.Â
Below you, Aemond is halfway convinced heâs died and somehow the Gods have seen fit to spare him the Seven Hells. His head spins as he drinks from you, the taste of you by far the sweetest, most decadent thing he could fathom. As the knot in his belly grows ever-tighter, his suckles become more greedy, frantic, not knowing whether youâll allow him this pleasure ever again.Â
âPlease, f-fuck,â he sighs, the words punched from his lips as he pulls away from you just enough to speak, uncaring as dribbles of milk leak from the corners of his lips, staining your skin. His hips practically move on their own accord as he mindlessly grinds up into you, seeking out the warmth and safety he knows he shall only ever feel within you.Â
Above him, you nod, swallowing thickly against the dryness at the back of your throat, cheeks flushed while you watch him unravel. Snaking a hand between your bodies once more, your fingers quickly find your sensitive, aching bud and rubbing at it with a practiced precision.Â
âGods, sweet little brother,â you breathe out, pleasure zapping down your spine. You frantically nod again, frantic this time, just as your high washes over you, âCome, Aemond⌠Gods, let go, little one.â
His suckles turn more into little biting nips while he gasps against you, trembling beneath you when he finally lets pleasure overtake him â eye squeezing shut at the feel of your walls clenching tightly around his cock.Â
The warmth of him filling you only spurs you on more, your breaths ragged against his forehead while you feel yourself tense and relax again and again, grabbing at whatever parts of him you can reach.Â
You each go still after a few moments, panting against each other. Aemond is practically limp beneath you, lazily nuzzling his face against your chest, satiated smile just barely tugging at the corners of his lips. Chuckling softly, you pepper his forehead in sweet kisses, relishing the contented hum he gives in return.Â
When you go to get up however, intent on fetching a cloth to clean you both up with, he reaches for you with a small whine as he grabs at your thighs.
âDonât, please,â he murmurs, brows furrowed when your eyes meet, âStayâŚâ
âYou⌠you want to stay like this?â You question, your heartbeat quickening as he quickly nods, âYou wish to stay ââ
âInside,â he finishes quickly, Adamâs apple bobbing when he swallows bashfully, cheeks flushed, âI⌠I feel safe like⌠like this.â
âThen you can stay, silly boy,â you answer with a grin, kissing at his forehead once more, âHere, letâs justâŚâ You murmur, tilting your hips to the side ever so slightly, attempting to pull him with you.
Blessedly, he seems to understand and follows you willingly, allowing you to maneuver the two of you onto your sides. After a moment, youâre comfortable once more, each of you lying on your side and facing the other, one of your legs slung over his narrow hips to keep him pressed tightly within you.Â
âGood boy,â you sigh softly, smiling when he shivers against you.Â
The two of you stay like that for a while, your hands gently caressing his soft skin or running through his hair while you hold him against you. After a while, his lilac eye finally flutters closed and you canât help but marvel at how much younger he looks like this â relaxed and spent while he lies against you, like the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders.Â
After a while, he seems to grow restless again, nosing at your chest until he finds what he desires. You sigh softly as he pulls a nipple into his mouth once more, suckling at it contentedly while he peers up at you sleepily.Â
âThere you go,â you murmur soothingly, coaxing him to lift his head just enough for you to lay an arm beneath it, allowing you to caress his shoulders while your other hand cups gently at the side of his face, thumb sweeping over his soft skin. âTake what you need, sweet one,â you coo, smiling as he quickly returns his lips to your breast, âYouâre safe, Iâve got youâŚâ
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The craftsman is a lie, the real reason why I am so into this game is that it keeps referencing Cantor's transfinite numbers
#I can't help but still be invested in that topic despite the PhDrelated trauma haha#To be able to say what the dog is saying in the final thesis for my masters degree#I had to explain the concept of cardinality in transfinite numbers for so many pages#But I was also asked to keep it simple so in the end I skipped explaining a theorem that was essential#When I realised I had already handed the text. I was so anxious. I thought I was going to be failed#but no one realised#They straight up told me they had skipped the mathematical part of the text which was the longest#And it was the one that took me months to understand and write#I had such a hard time with Riemann's trigonometric series at first haha#Oh to be a diting and be able to just mention cardinality without explaining how it's different in this context#Diting#meme shit#?#I don't know how to tag this and I don't want to use the 'Fragments and scraps' tag#I should probably delete this later#anyway so...#I talk too much
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