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Once I scrape up enough time and motivation to draw my human Extension Corps designs and get to explain all their scars and amputations, it's so over for y'all
#Extension corps#Ten's right arm was amputated below the elbow and he had to relearn his to do everything with his left hand#And Ecks is a bilateral amputee who lost both his legs below the knee and had to relearn. Yknow. Walking#Shun has minor burn scars that are mostly superficial and almost entirely healed over over the years#Since he wasn't directly involved in The Accident but rather only received injuries after the fact from helping Ecks and Ten get out alive#It was kind of indirectly Ten's fault btw and both he and Ecks silently blame him for it but never talk about it face to face#(in reality it's only his fault to the extent that The Accident was made possible by one of his early experiments that got messed up by#a bunch of bullies who were giving him and Ecks a hard time because they were the social outcasts who had no friends)#Their Bond is built on trauma and pain <3#Anyways#Ten made both his own and Ecks's prosthetics is why Ecks can hover/fly and Ten's arm is literally just a Swiss army knife of weapons#It's a magical world of cable people I can have fun with the limitations of prosthetics okay#ANYWAYS I have thought about them way too much
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i know it sounds bad but we got high and he's hot!!
â§Ë*°àż: 18+ only, no minors.  â§. â âplug!ryomen sukuna x f!reader
Genre: porn with a plot Notes: thank u 2 @chososdoll for beta reading for me!! this is part of @ohkento's reddit-inspired collab! (ps this isnt a true form fic i just think he looks SEXY IN THAT PIC HNNNNGN) Warnings: 18+, dubcon, mean dom!sukuna, sub!reader, cheating, hate sex âĄ, drug taking, weed smoking, blowbacks/shotgunning, heavy degradation, slight praise, fingering âĄ, vaginal sex, sixty-nineing âĄ, face sitting, squirting âĄ, pussy spanking, noncon filming, coercion, manipulation, daddy!kink, creampie, cervix fucking. Words: 10.6k
âIâve heard about you.â Yuuji starts, turning his head from looking up at the stars to facing you. Your mind feels cloudy, but you return his stare. He thinks your pearly smile belongs in the sky; a permanent constellation to remind him of this moment. âHow come this is my first time meeting you?â
You sigh, reaching over as he hands a lit spliff to you. The bonfire rages in front of you both, the smoke burning your eyes until they fill with water.
At least you have the perfect cover if you burst into tears.
âThings got⊠hard.â you tell him, not really wanting to elaborate. But golden-brown puppy dog eyes will you to continue. Itâs stupid, really, how clichĂ© people become when they smoke. Youâre no exception. The intoxication and the setting make you feel as though youâre in an indie movie, longing to share your scars and become closer to the one attractive boy giving you his attention. âMy ex, he cheated on me. I was with him for two years so it hurt.â you confess, taking a thick drag before passing it back to him, he tuts as he takes it from you.
âIâm really sorry,â he expresses, holding eye contact while he smokes. The feeling rushes straight to his head and through his blood. He laughs a little as he gets comfortable in his seat. âSorry⊠Iâm not laughing at you.â he clarifies, laughing again.
You start to laugh too, leaning over to grab the spliff from his hand before he sets the back garden on fire with it. Both of your attention is pulled from each other as you hear a scream from inside. The party is still going on indoors, and the scream soon turns into a girly laugh.
No doubt one of your friends flirting with one of the other guys.
âItâs okay.â you assure him, getting just as comfortable in your own seat as you smoke the remainder of the joint. You wrap yourself in the blanket you brought outside and turn your body slightly to face him. âIt was with my best friend, too.â you continue, your deepest wound not seeming so scarring as you allow the high to expose your secrets on your behalf.
âShit.â he shakes his head.
âIâve been doing therapy and stuff so Iâm better. I just wasnât in the mood to see peopleâŠâ you explain, jolting upright a little as you realise youâre oversharing. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to get so deep and make you feel uncomfortable.â you tell him.
âIâm fine, Iâm the one who asked.â he chuckles, getting comfier under his own blanket as he turns to look at you.
His warm eyes make you feel relaxed, safe. And you hate it. You hate how much of a clichĂ© you really are becoming and you hate that you canât help it. This moment feels so much bigger than anything, but deep down, youâre paranoid, because youâre sure itâs the drugs talking.
Youâve heard about Yuuji, too.
Youâve heard about how sweet he is and how he doesnât have a bad bone in his body. He has a sports scholarship of some kind, and after a quick stalk of his socials you noted how reflected this is in the form of his chiseled body. Could he really be so nice? He seems, perfect.
And apparently he, gives the best head.
âI have a secret.â he tells you, quietly. His voice almost drowned out by the crackling bonfire beside you. You arenât sure what makes you heat up so quickly. The implication of his words or the way he said them. A lustful look in his eyes as the fire dances wildly beside you both.
âYeah?â you tell him, cheeks fill with warmth as you try to ignore how fucking hot it is in pursuit of looking cool. And that makes you giggle, for some reason. Yuuji isnât the one making you flush with heat, itâs the fire, idiot. âT-Tell me.â you encourage him, throwing off your blanket and fanning yourself dramatically.
So much for looking cool.
He grins, almost coyly, as he leans across the arm of his chair. And for some reason, you instinctively mirror him. Is it so secret that you need to be close? He might whisper it to you.
He tilts his head, smirking. His eyes flit from your eyes to your lips a few times. Enough times that you make a note of it. And your heart is fucking racing with each flicker of his gaze. You think you know whatâs coming. But you stay still, watching him, waiting for him to make the first move.
â⊠I really wanna kiss you.â he admits. And if you werenât hot before, you certainly are now. You try, and likely fail, to keep it cool. A wide grin spreads across your face and you burst into giggles. But your eyes meet his again, and you see a smile just as wide as yours on his face as he observes you.
âYeah?â you ask, dumbly.
âYeah.â he nods.
You gulp, shallowly, leaning in closer to him and letting your eyes fall closed. He smirks, again, leaning in until your lips meet. Itâs sweet and passionate, until he pulls away. It surprises you a little. Worries you, even. Are you a bad kisser? Maybe you are when youâre high. But worry turns to astonishment as he pulls your chair closer to until the arms of both of your seats touch. He smirks, again, wrapping his arm around your neck as he leans in to kiss you.
And now, you really do hate yourself.
You moan into it.
You arenât even sure where it came from. Was that really you? He grins, nonetheless, a feeling of pride swelling in his chest as his tongue meets yours in a more than welcome manner. You pull away, a string of spit connecting you both. A kiss infused daze covers your features as you look at him under heavy eyelids, and you pant, deeply.
âI have another secret.â he whispers, stealing another sweet kiss from your raw lips. Gloss smeared over your lip line and a dewiness transferred to his.
âIs it as good as the first?â you tease, giggling as his hand cups your face. You mewl, melting into his touch as his thumb strokes your cheek delicately. Your eyes widen. A look of curiosity replaces the majority of the lust, though you both know itâs still lurking.
âWell,â he starts, his eyes begin to wander. You observe him as his vision roams from the sky to the flames beside you. He takes his time, the anticipation of his words runs rampant through your bloodstream. Until, finally, he blesses you with his gaze once more. âI want to stay with you until the sun comes up. I want you to sit on my lap, with my cock inside you, under our blankets. All night.â
Youâd hoped once he told you that your anxiety would have diminished. Though youâre sure with the way his eyes are fixated on your lips, your heart is surely surveying an escape route from your slack-jawed mouth as it pumps hard and violently through you. He doesnât seem worried that you havenât said a word, and his gaze doesnât falter.
âOkay.â you nod.
It excites you. You havenât been with anyone since your ex. And it might be a bad idea, but it doesnât stop you. Itâs not like youâre rushing into being with someone. Itâs been months since things ended with your cheating ex-boyfriend. You stand up, bringing your blanket as you stand over Yuuji, and he holds your hips gently.
He feels under your skirt, smiling when he feels how soaked your panties are but he doesnât comment. He moves them into the crease of your thigh and encourages you to straddle him.
You do.
Hovering slightly as he pulls down his joggers and his semi springs free. Itâs big and pretty, like him. You kiss him as he jerks himself until heâs aching. Heâs desperate to bury it inside of your gummy walls, his cock catches against your eager hole with every purposeful stroke.
He throws his head back as you sink down on him, and your hips stutter slightly from the stretch. Youâre trying to focus on concealing your bodies with the fuzzy blanket wrapped around you, but your lips fly to his in a bid to silence yourself as he sheaths himself fully.
âFuck, youâre tight⊠so wet, too.â he mumbles, hips rolling ever so slightly as he enjoys the feeling of being inside of you raw.
You jolt, panicked, as you hear a knock from the kitchen window. Both of your attention is stolen to see the origin, and you spot a group of partygoers hollering from inside. Two of his friends and one of yours, they all cheer and whoop as they can only assume whatâs going on under the blanket.
Yuuji smiles, shaking his head before turning back to capture your lips in another soft kiss. Youâre too distracted to notice him flip them off until they disappear.
âDo I remember the night the most perfect woman in the world let me hit her raw after a few minutes of talking under the stars? Yes, baby, I remember the best night of my life, why?â Yuuji asks after you recall that first night you met. âVery cool of you, by the way. I didnât think you were gonna say yes.â
You giggle, punching his arm softly as you curl into his side in bed. And you sigh, dreamily, thinking about it again. Itâs been over a year since that night and you feel just as hazy around him as you did then. You were worried about him thinking of you as a one night stand. Worried that youâd just given in to this stranger for no real reason only to get your feelings hurt again.
But as the sun began to rise and wake you both up in that horrendously uncomfortable chair, he kissed your forehead and held you tightly against his chest. He stroked your hair until you managed to blink the blurriness from your eyes and see his in a new light. The crackle of the orange and white flames had gone from them. Instead, they were honeyed and soft. The kindest eyes youâd ever seen.
âThe McDonaldâs breakfast in the carpark was better than the sex in the garden, by the way.â you tease him, earning a tickle attack into your sides.
âYeah, Iâm sure thatâs why you were begging me to fuck you in the backseat afterwards.â he laughs, stopping his assault as you begin to scream. You cuddle into him again, his fingers tracing over the flesh of your upper arm. âIt was good though, really good. Should we order hash browns?â
âYes.â you nod, excitedly.
He sits up and reaches over to his bedside cabinet to grab his phone. He sighs as he checks his notifications. You sigh, too, watching him as he gets out of your warm bed in search of his clothes.
So much for hash browns.
âYuujiâŠâ you start.
âDonât start, please, I donât wanna leave in a bad mood.â he tells you. He smirks when he realises youâre checking out his abs, only focusing on him again as he pulls his t-shirt over his head. âI donât want to rush moving in just because you feel sorry for me.â
âIâm not rushing you, and I donât feel sorry for you!â you tell him, shuffling onto your knees and crawling across the bed until youâre kneeling beside the edge of the mattress. âI hate your brother. Heâs a creep and he treats you like shit. I have plenty of room here⊠you can move in here and have your own space andââ
âI know heâs a dick.â he agrees, pulling on his socks and slipping his feet into his sneakers. âBut heâs my only family. Iâm not just gonna ditch him. Why donât you move in with me?â he wonders.
âUm⊠I live in a townhouse instead of an apartment and itâs better, itâs in a better neighbourhood and your brother isnât here.â you smile, smugly, and it earns a chuckle from him.
âOkay, youâre right about that. Speaking of which though I canât stay tonight but you can come over if you want. Iâll order those hash browns for you tomorrow when Iâm on my to the gym. Iâm booked with PT sessions my entire shift.â
âIâm not waking up at 6am to eat hash browns alone, Yuuji.â you roll your eyes.
âYou can text me when you wake up and Iâll order them for you. Pleeeeease?â he flutters his eyelashes dramatically before kissing your forehead. âGood girl.â
âI didnât say yes?â you respond, flabbergasted. âIs Sukuna gonna be there?â
âWell, yeah. He lives there.â Yuuji tells you, earning an eye roll from you. He is in complete agreement on how much his older brother sucks. He understands why you hate him. Heâs irritating, heâs crass and seems to have no concept of personal space or privacy. Yuuji doesnât care for his brother in the least, and he has no doubt the feeling is mutual. There is love there, of course, but only out of necessity. âYou donât seem to mind him when the family discount applies for weed, though. Interesting.â he says with faux suspicion.
âOkay, that is literally the only thing heâs good for.â you remind him. He laughs, agreeing.
He kisses your lips chastely, hurrying to grab his backpack to hurry home to his expectant brother. The only two reasons he ever leaves you in haste are for work, or for Sukuna. Today was meant to be a day you could spend together since you both have the day off.
But of course, Sukuna ruins everything.
YUUJI: FORGOT TO ASK YUUJI: ARE WE SMOKING TONIGHT? YOU: DUH! YUUJI: BETTER BE NICE TO SUKUNA FOR THAT FAMILY DISCOUNT THEN đ
You stand outside of your boyfriends apartment complex, shivering, waiting for somebody to answer the door. He ordered a taxi for you since he knows you always worry about your car getting broken into when you visit, his own car suffering numerous break-ins in the span of your relationship.
And really, you donât want somebody to answer the door. You want it to be Yuuji, specifically, the thought of Sukuna answering the door and tormenting you until you get to the safety of Yuujiâs room is entirely too much to handle. Your nerves are already shredded by being here, the thought of having a battle of words with Sukuna will surely tip you over the edge.
âOh, hey, I didnât think youâd get here so quickly.â you hear a voice from behind you. You turn around to see Yuuji. Fuck. You see the hallway light flicker on from under the crack of the front door to his apartment and you realise too late that a demon has been summoned. âI went and got cookie ingredients, I thought we could bake some before we smoke later.â
âSounds fun.â you smile, his sweet idea assuages the tension you feel, albeit briefly, before his elder brother swings open the front door. Yuuji pulls his lips into a thin line when you can barely contain the scoff that scratches through your throat. Sukuna rolls his eyes, moving aside to let you both in. He peaks inside the bag Yuuji is holding before his little brother smacks his hand away. âDo not touch or I will kill you.â Yuuji warns him, carrying the ingredients to the kitchen before putting them away.
You decide to help, hoping it will go quicker if you pitch in and you can escape his brotherâs intimidating stare faster. Sukuna approaches, leaning over a counter as he watches you both.
âNice of you to grace us with your presence, princess. Itâs been a while.â Sukuna taunts, but you ignore him. He clacks his fingernails against the countertop, and the sound is jarring. He smirks when you shoot him a pointedly aggravated stare, giving him reason to do it more. âWhat do we owe the pleasure?â
You sigh, nostrils flaring as you put two bars of chocolate in the fridge.
âWeâre just hanging out, gonna bake these cookies and smoke.â Yuuji answers for you. So you smile, falsely, and rest your back against the wall once youâre done. âOh, speaking of which⊠family discount?â
âIâm busy now.â Sukuna looks at you and then back at his brother. âAsk me later.â he expresses, red eyes fixed on you for a moment before he turns to leave.
Itâs like you can finally breathe again when you hear him go to his room and close the door. You kick yourself away from the wall and into Yuujiâs open arms. He smooths his heavy hand over your hair, hoping youâll relax a little. He spends some time figuring out what you can do to pass some time, knowing youâll need a distraction.
âLetâs just bake the cookies.â you speak, words muffled as you talk into his shirt. You pull away as he looks down at you so that you can speak to him clearly. âI just wanna stay in your room all nightâŠâ
âSure, baby, whatever you want.â he nods. âOkay, lets get all of the ingredients out again.â
He takes his time trying to remember where everything is. You, on the other hand, are rushing to gather them all. Sukuna has a way of making your anxiety spike. Heâs too⊠commandeering. He has a way of forcing everyoneâs attention to remain solely on him whether you try to ignore him or not.
Youâre intimidated by him, heâs more muscular than your boyfriend and heâs a drug dealer for fuck sake.
It brings shame to you when Yuuji has to snap his fingers to get you out of your trance as you think about his brother. You start cutting up the chocolate bars while he puts ingredients in the stand mixer.
And your mind wanders, again. Itâs not like youâre scared of Sukuna. Well, you are, terrified would be more apt. But you know he wouldnât do anything to you. Heâd risk losing Yuuji. And as much as they donât really get along, theyâre extremely co-dependent. Especially Sukuna. He likes the presence of his little sibling and has a slight superiority complex due to being older.
The reality is, you think Sukuna would be lost without Yuuji. Lonely, even. And having Yuujiâs steady income is a nice sense of security for him. He makes plenty of money being a dealer, of course, but he knows itâs a fools game. Itâs not reliable and itâs risky.
You put the chocolate chunks into the mixer and watch him as he masterfully fills the ingredients into the bowl. Your thoughts calm for a moment as you can do nought but watch the whisk whir.
âYou know I wanna move in with you eventually, right?â Yuuji tells you, and it fully breaks you from your train of thought. You look at him, staying silent so that he can feel free to continue speaking. He leans against the counter as the ingredients continue to mix. âI wanna live with you⊠marry you⊠all that.â
His talk of marriage makes your cheeks fill with heat, though youâve gotten better at playing things cool since your first encounter. You just smile, and nod, as you drink in the delicious information.
âIâm just worried about him.â he tilts his head, indicating he is referring to his elder brother. You nod in understanding, though you donât have much sympathy for your future brother-in-law. The thought sends a shiver down your spine. âWe arenât like you, we donât have a big family. Itâs just us.â
âWell my family isnât thatââ you stop yourself, looking into Yuujiâs disappointed eyes. Itâs foolish to pretend you arenât blessed with an adoring family. Youâre your parents only child, though. You canât imagine what itâs like to have a sibling. And, of course, youâre spoilt rotten. The reality is that if you didnât come from privilege, you and Yuuji could have been neighbours. But your parents werenât about to let you live in a dangerous neighbourhood when they can easily afford to subsidise you. âIt must be tough, baby. I know you feel guilty for wanting to leave him.â you rub your hand up and down his arm as a show of comfort.
âYeahâŠâ
âButâŠâ you start, his eyes locking with yours again. âHeâs a grown man, Yuuji. Youâve lived the same life and look at you now⊠Youâre nothing like him.â
Youâre right. He knows you are, thatâs why youâre standing in silence until the timer goes off and he checks the ingredient bowl. Itâs sticky. He scoops a little on his finger and dots it on your nose. The kitchen fills with laughter as you try to retaliate. Heâs too fast for you, though.
âIâm sorry! Iâm sorryâŠâ he tells you as the situation calms. He licks the chocolatey dough from your nose and presses a gentle kiss onto the tip. And dammit you canât help but smile.
You begin rolling the dough into balls on a tray. The silence has dissipated, but your thoughts still run rampant. Should Sukuna really be Yuujiâs responsibility? No, of course not. But Yuuji wonât see it that way. Heâs sensitive and caring. God, he cares so much.
It makes you dizzy as you watch him smile and walk with the cookies to the oven. They smell so great already, you could have eaten them raw. But theyâll be even better when theyâre baked to perfection.
Youâve made these cookies so many times now. The pair of you have process committed to memory. Theyâre so good. Especially with a tall glass of milk. You always tease Yuuji when you do this since heâs always left with a milk moustache after devouring his plate of cookies.
The sound of the timer rings through the kitchen again. You clap excitedly as Yuuji covers his hands with some oven mitts. The chocolatey smell hits you both like a train, the pair of you moaning involuntarily as you inhale it. He brings them over to the countertop, setting them down to cool.
Sukuna smells it, too. He loves it when you bake cookies because he knows neither of you will deny him one. Heâs been smoking and playing video games since he retreated to his room. Heâs thoroughly stoned and would very much enjoy a sweet treat right about now. He pauses his game, and the sound of his door opening and closing brings back all of the tension to your body.
âHere.â Sukuna speaks as he enters the kitchen. He tosses a baggie onto the counter and looks at his brother expectantly. Yuuji nods, reaching into his pocket for his wallet so he can pay him. Sukunaâs eyes are fixed on you in the meantime. And as you go to grab the weed, he places his hand over it and pulls it back towards himself.
âThanks, man.â Yuuji smiles, handing the cash to his brother who pockets it without even checking itâs right. Though Sukunaâs stare doesnât waver, you find yourself looking down at his hand covering the weed and then turning away completely. He internally beams with pride at that, thrilled to know itâs still so easy to intimidate you. But on the outside itâs simply portrayed as a slight curve of the corner of his mouth. âIs something wrong?â Yuuji wonders.
âYeah, actually,â Sukuna speaks, finding your eyes again before he looks into Yuujiâs. âI want a cookie, call it family tax.â
âTake two.â you tell him, sternly, a new ferocity in your eyes he hasnât seen before. You walk over to them and place two cookies on a little plate for him. You go to hand it to him, but as he reaches out to grab them you place them down on the counter. âLet them cool.â you smile, sarcastically.
âArenât you sweet.â Sukuna snarls, teeth bared as he slides the plate towards himself. âSweet enough for your turn. Pay up, you know what I want.â he chuckles. He turns his head and taps his finger against his cheek.
âCâmon, dudeâŠâ Yuuji tries to interject. You know Yuuji is furious, deep down. But he wonât call him out on it. Last time he did he wouldnât give either of you any weed for two weeks. It wouldnât be a problem if you knew anyone else you could buy from. And the shit Sukuna gets is good. Yuuji has given up on trying to be a dominating presence when it comes to living with his brother. Sukuna is always one step ahead and Yuuji canât quite keep up.
You go to him, reluctantly, and plant a soft kiss to his cheek. It makes your skin crawl. He makes your skin crawl. And despite your sense of urgency to flee the scene, you canât. His hand grabs your wrist, and Yuuji is ready to spring to action. Sukunaâs face is unbearably close to yours. His red eyes piercing your own as he does all he can to make you feel small and pathetic.
âThatâs a good girl.â he sneers, placing the baggie on the top of your hand after releasing your wrist. He chuckles, darkly, as he walks away with his plate of cookies, taking a bite out of one before he disappears. He kicks his bedroom door shut behind himself, the sound of laughter and guns shooting loudly from his TV are the only thing either of you can hear.
âIâll bring the cookies and clean up.â Yuuji sighs as he ventures to the sink. âGo and get comfy and pick a movie.â
You donât say anything, leaving your boyfriend to tidy up in silence. Youâre seething with rage. This isnât right. He does this every single time youâre here and you buy a deal from him. And Yuuji just lets him. You know you neither of you have much choice if you want the access and ability to smoke. But itâs getting to you, badly.
Around fifteen minutes pass after you left the kitchen. Youâve since gotten into your sweatpants and comfortable vest. Shorts would have been preferable, since thereâs still an uncomfortable sizzle to the November air, but youâve learnt your lesson about what you wear when you visit the Itadori household. Youâve had Sukuna leer at your thighs more times than you can count. And itâs never subtle, his eyes lingering for a moment too long to have it potentially be an accident. Itâs always so lecherous and purposeful.
You decide to watch Clueless, again. Youâre sure Yuuji will be defeated when he sees your choice, heâs lost count of how many times youâve watched it recently. Itâs been a comfort movie to you, for some reason, since Halloween.
âHey.â Yuuji smiles as he enters the room, somehow managing to carry two glasses of milk and two plates of cookies. âWhat are we watching?â he asks, looking at the TV. You rush to grab a plate and a glass from his hands to ease his load, putting them on your bedside cabinet as he does the same with his own.
âClueless.â you smile, happily. âHer step-brother has been hitting really different for me, lately.â
He closes his eyes and stifles a sigh. You can see a laugh desperate to break free as his mouth shakes through a smile. But to his credit, he manages to compose himself, eyes opening again once the reality has set in. Clueless. Again!
âSounds great baby.â
Itâs been a week since you last got to spent time with Yuuji. Your work schedules have been clashing, it feels like a lifetime since you got to spend any time together.
You enjoyed your hash browns in bed after he ordered them for you when you stayed over at his place. Though he ended up ordering Sukuna breakfast, too, leading to uncomfortable extended time with him that you prefer to avoid at all costs. He tried to make conversation with you, he often does, but you took it upon yourself to go back to bed with your hash browns. You tried to enjoy them. You tried to relax. But itâs near impossible when youâre under the same roof as someone you loathe. You watched a Youtube video on your phone while you ate, and then quickly got ready and booked a taxi home.
Youâd hoped next time you got to see your boyfriend it would be at your house and away from Sukuna. But, alas, that was not the case. You received a text from him at 10am asking you to come over ASAP.
YOU: is something wrong??
YUUJI: no
YUUJI: just stressed
YUUJI: pls can u come? Iâm working tomorrow so I cant stay over âčïž
YOU: okay âčïž omw đ
Youâve never had a text like this from him before, and it scared you. Something was telling you that he was downplaying how he was feeling. It took you barely any time to get ready. Forgoing makeup and making an effort in favour of rushing to your boyfriendâs side. Maybe something had happened at work.
Maybe he cheated on you.
He could be dying!
âShut upâŠâ you whisper to yourself as you pack your toothbrush into its travel case and throw it into your overnight bag. You pick up your car keys, not wanting to waste time waiting for a taxi.
You throw your bag on the passenger seat and speedily drive off. Your anxiety and the adrenaline was getting to you, you knew youâd have to calm down or youâd end up getting into an accident. As you focused on getting to your destination in one piece, you took several deep, slow breaths.
Youâre safe.
You park up your car and lock it up. With your bag in tow, you rush to your boyfriendâs apartment. Your left foot taps impatiently after you knock on the door.
No answer.
You knock a little louder.
No answer.
And then you find yourself knocking louder, repeatedly, while you wait for your boyfriend to answer the door. He knew you were coming. He said it was urgent. So why are you waiting here, freezing, for him to answer the door? Youâre filled with relief when you see his figure obscuring the light trickling through the cracks of the door. Your teeth chatter, and you begin stepping from foot to foot in a bid to warm through.
But your blood runs cold as the wrong Itadori opens the door.
âHeh. What do you want?â he asks, a cocky grin permeating his features.
âMove.â you demand, barging past him with your bag so that you can hurry to Yuujiâs side. Maybe something is wrong. He could be sick and resting in bed.
âHeâs not here.â Sukuna informs you, halting you in your tracks. You turn to face him, a scowl that could kill adorning your face. Did he do something to him? All fear youâve ever felt from him dies as you approach him, setting down your bag so that you can hit or punch or scratch him if needs be. âRelax.â he tells you.
âWhere is he?â
âAt work. I thought you had your entire relationship on a Google calendar, you didnât know?â he laughs, angling his body so that he can bypass you in the skinny hallway. You huff a little, picking up your bag again so that you can follow him.
âBut he asked me to come over, he said it was urgent.â you explain, though he doesnât stop walking. You hurry after him, grabbing his arm until he stops. And he does, his eyes slowly dart down to where your hand holds onto his bicep until you awkwardly let go. âS-Sorry. Iâm just confused. Why would he text me if heâs not even here?â
âSweetheart, Iâm not his PA. I donât fucking know.â he turns away from you again, opening his bedroom door. You huff, again, utterly defeated as you try and decide what to do. You look towards his bedroom door and then to the entrance. You suppose you could go home until he finishes work. Or you could go to the gym he works at and find out whatâs happening. You head towards the front door, thinking youâll decide once you start driving. Sukuna hasnât fully retreated into his room yet, leaning against his door frame as he calls out to you. âIâm making a bucket, want one?â
Your eyebrows knot as you turn to face him, another involuntary scoff turning to laughter as you look at him in disbelief. Heâs got some nerve. You donât even want to respond, opting to carry on your journey towards the entrance before you look at him again.
âAre you out of your fucking mind? I donât want to smoke with you.â you roll your eyes.
âAwe, why not, princess? I wonât even add any tax.â he smirks, already heading towards the kitchen as if youâve given him the answer he clearly wants to hear. And you hate him with your whole heart, because fuck, if you arenât intrigued. Itâs been a while since youâve had a gravity bong. âExcellent choice, good girl.â he winks as he sees you out of the corner of his eye, as he grabs an empty one litre water bottle from beneath the sink.
You donât say anything, leaning over the island counter as he prepares the bong for you both. Itâs embarrassing, after some time, that you find yourself having to avert your gaze as realise youâve been staring at his defined back muscles. Heâd decided to forgo any form of clothing to cover his torso, only wearing a low riding pair of grey sweatpants, though theyâre a darker grey than yours.
It isnât much better as he whistles, tilting his head for you to join him by the sink. Youâd close your eyes if it didnât make you look like a complete freak, only to hide them from his flexing abs and his juicy pecs. The tattoos arenât helping, either. It only serves as a reminder that youâre hopelessly trying not to ogle your boyfriends, older, larger, and scarier brother. Heâs behaving interestingly, though. Heâs never been like this before. Heâs dismissive and almost uninterested in you.
âCâmere.â he orders you, dragging you closer to him as he lights the weed in the bowl. You gulp, a little intimidated. Gravity bongs are something you donât partake in often, you canât even remember the last time you did one. He moves his finger from the hole heâd poked into the bottle and the water begins to drain from it. Smoke fills the bottle in itâs wake, and when empty, he screws the lid off for you. âQuickly.â
You begin to inhale everything. Not caring how fucked up you feel in the least. You show no signs of stopping, and it impresses him. Your fingers hook around the kitchen counter as you finish, knowing when your bones feel like jelly that youâve had too much.
âAtta girl,â he comments before repeating the process for himself. He pays you no mind as you wander towards the corner counter space, lifting yourself up like youâre the queen of the kitchen taking her throne.
He continues to ignore your presence as he smokes, inhaling and entirely draining the smoke that had filled the bottle. He tosses it into the sink, walking by you to grab a bag of ice from the freezer, filling two glasses to the brim with the frozen cubes. He fills them with water, sliding one to you.
âDrink.â he commands, and you do, not realising how thirsty youâd become. Your throat burning and eyes flooded with red veins. You drink the water and immediately need to refill. He shows you a kindness, though, handing you his glass to drink before filling your own again. âYouâre a real lightweight, huh?â
âOh shut up. Iâm just gonna go.â you tell him, jumping down from the counter and going to collect your bag again.
âYou canât, youâre high.â he reminds you, and in your stoned state the sentence makes you burst into laughter. âYouâll end up crashing your car. Fool.â he gives you another glass of water, refilling his own for a second time before turning to leave the kitchen.
âGreat, so Iâm stuck here with you and nothing to do?â you pout, opening the fridge to see if thereâs anything to eat. âWhy did we not make cookies?â you mumble to yourself.
âI have snacks in my room.â Sukuna looks over his shoulder at you, like a snake offering an apple in the garden of Eden. Youâre tempted. God, youâre tempted. What else are you going to do until Yuuji gets home? He grins, widely, as he hears your feet follow after him as he walks into his bedroom.
Youâve never been in here before. Itâs quite tidy, all things considered. Itâs very tidy, actually. Youâd expected it to be some dimly lit shit hole. It smells nice, save for the weed, the windows are open wide and the sheets smell fresh as you sit on his bed.
He throws a sleeve of Oreos at you and you turn into a giddy child. The two of you kick off your shoes, not caring for where they land as you both get comfortable on his bed. Youâre above the duvet, sitting adjacent to him but angled away with your legs crossed. He gets under the covers, though, picking up his Xbox controller as he mindlessly plays GTA V.
You spend far too much time licking the cream of your first Oreo, utterly entranced by the characters, the plot and the violence of the game heâs playing. He doesnât seem to mind when you ask him a million questions about it, either. Heâs more amused that youâre so clueless.
âHere,â he tosses the controller at you. âGo for a drive, itâs fun when youâre stoned.â he tells you.
Youâve played video games before, you arenât a total idiot. Though he had expected you to ask for more help when he gave you the controller. He thinks itâs cute that you try to obey the speed limits and stop at every red light.
He reaches into his bedside cabinet, pulling out a joint. Itâs ignited quickly, his eyes squinting as he inhales and watches the screen to make sure youâre not getting him into trouble on his game.
âYouâre not bad when youâre high.â you tell him, passing the controller back to him. He takes it from you, saving his progress before reaching out to smoke again. He sits upright, and you barely react when he pulls you away from where you were sitting until you're facing him. âU-UmâŠâ
Heâs giving you a look. That look. The look Yuuji gave you when he told you he had a secret. God, they could be fucking twins if Sukuna wasnât covered in tattoos, itâs scary. But he doesnât say he has a secret; he doesnât say a word. He simply watches you with a pondering stare, but an aim behind his eyes nonetheless.
Your own eyes shift when you see him bring the spliff from his ashtray to his lips. The cherry end of it igniting holds your focus before your eyes are on his again, enraptured by the moment and what heâs thinking. He sucks the smoke deep down into his lungs, and you canât help but watch the way his chest moves from his heavy breath.
You gasp, softly, as he snatches your stare once again. His thumb and forefinger grasp your chin and tug downwards until your jaw is lowered. His face is barely a centimetre from yours, you know heâs going to kiss you. But why are you about to let him? His lips ghost yours, and youâre taken aback as you feel a plume of smoke invade your mouth. Heâs impressed when you breathe it in, though, but smirks wildly as you begin to cough it up.
âYou taste like cookies and cream.â he whispers into your ear, the sensation of his words rushes straight to your heat. But your sense comes back, pushing him away from you as you look sternly into his eyes.
âI didnât say you could do that.â you remind him, preparing to move back to where you were sitting prior. But he stops you, easily, pushing your body down until your head is in his lap but over the duvet cover. âSukunaâŠâ you sigh, your head and your limbs feel too heavy to move on their own anymore.
âMm?â
âIâm wi- Iâm with Yuuji⊠Iâm with your brother.â you remind him, you move your head a little so that you can look up at him. He doesnât look at you, though, still focused on his game. You can hear dialogue again, and guns, youâre not as exciting in comparison to that, you suppose.
âI know.â he speaks, his jawline bulging as he swallows and clenches his teeth slightly. âDonât tell me you thought I was gonna kiss you. Silly girl.â he speaks, still not bothering to grant you with the eye contact youâre so desperately craving for some reason.
But your body betrays you as a whimper escapes from your throat. And that does get his attention. His game pauses, and he looks down at you. But you hide your face, scrunching your eyes shut so he canât read your expression. But your shy little display tells him all he needs to know.
âOh? You minx,â he torments you further, and you want to scream. You canât hide your face anymore, your cheeks becoming too warm and your entire body sizzling with heat. Youâre panting, uncomfortably as you try and cool down. âYou wanted me to kiss you. Youâre with Yuuji, remember?â
âI didnât! I- I- would never. I love Yuuji, Iâm in love with him! Iâd never kiss you. Yuck.â you fib, if you werenât high, you know youâd never be in this predicament. You know youâd never have agreed to hang out with him. But really, itâs a lie. You werenât high when he asked if you wanted to do buckets. He intrigued you, and youâre a fool, because you fell for it. Hook, line and sinker.
âHmâŠâ he hums, his spliff resting between his lips as his eyes linger on your cleavage before roaming down your body to your sweatpants. He places the blunt back in the ashtray, his eyes setting their sights on your hands. He moves one with ease above your head, though you instinctively pull it back. But itâs too late, the other one joins, a singular hand of his pin both of your wrists down above your head. You wriggle against him, but you donât pose a challenge in the least.
âS-Sukuna?â you question as his fingers breach the waistline of your sweatpants. A sadistic smirk sprawls across his face as he realises in your haste to be here youâd not bothered putting on panties. You mewl, desperately, as his fingers find your petalled flesh. He doesnât do much, simply feeling your slick and teasing your folds as he examines your facial expressions.
âYou didnât want me to kiss you?â he asks again. He drags two fingers up your slippery slit until he finds your clit, rubbing targeted circles around it slowly. The tension makes your hips buck, but his face is stern as he watches you keen for him. âThen why is this cunt soaked?â
His words almost bring you to tears, and he can tell. The way they fill with water so rapidly and your face becomes sweaty. Youâre ashamed. Youâre embarrassed. Heâs humiliating you, but youâre too turned on to tell him to stop. You donât want him to stop.
âI hate you!â you tell him, and there is certainly venom behind it. Because you mean it, you really fucking mean it. Heâs the absolute worst. Youâre so in love with Yuuji, but heâs ruined everything, now. You should have known this would happen. Heâs been flirting and teasing and bothering you throughout your entire relationship with Yuuji. But you never thought it would come to this, ever. Especially after what youâve been through, youâd never want to inflict that same agonising betrayal onto Yuuji.
âI know. You think Iâm so beneath you, yeah?â he grins, and your mouth falls open in surprise, though his circling touch doesnât stop. âIâm a drug dealer, Iâm a bastard, Iâm a piece of shit. But, sweetheart, me ân Yuuji didnât grow up with daddyâs bank account like you. But look at you, princess. You hate me and youâre still letting me play with your sloppy cunt.â
âFuck you.â
âYou can, I know you want that. Youâre drenched. My fuckinâ fingers are pruning.â he laughs, you want nothing more than to cover your face in shame, but you canât while Sukunaâs heavy hand trap your wrists. âAwe, youâre cute when youâre embarrassed. Much cuter than when youâre trying to be tough fâme.â his rubbing halts, though the sense of abandonment is short lived as he plunges two thick fingers into you tight hole, his thumb rubbing circles into your clit again.
âO-Oh, fuck, hnngââ you groan, eyes meeting his as he pleasures you. And he drinks in the sight. Your tongue lolled from your mouth as you accommodate his touch, the pads of his fingers batter your g-spot again and again until your back arches. âSukuna, s-stop, we canât.â you warn him.
He smirks, ignoring you, opting to do the opposite. He increases the pace in which his fingers torment you, his cock leaks when he sees a few tears spill from your eyes. Heâs that good, huh? Maybe his little brother isnât as talented.
âYouâre fucking tight. Youâre gonna cum, arenâtcha?â he taunts you, you attempt to clamp your thighs around his hand, but it only spurs him on more. His fingers sink deeper. Your mind and rationale become lost to him. âYouâre gonna cum for a bastard like me? Your boyfriends brother, too. Gonna cum in your pants like a virgin just for me? Pathetic little girl.â
âOh FUCK, GOD!â you cry out, thighs trembling around his hand as you orgasm. Your chest heaves, and he doesnât fail to notice how your nipples have began to poke through your vest. âC-Christ, okay, lets just forgetââ
âIâm not done with you.â he speaks, it cuts through you as he lets your hands go. You massage them quickly, before he pushes his full weight on top of you as you lie flat against the mattress atop the sheets. He holds your jaw, roughly, and kisses you.
He humps his clothed, hard cock against your soaked sweatpants, your slick dampening them with each roll of his hips. He breathes heavily as you kiss. An exchange of saliva and clashing teeth as you moan and break away before licking at each otherâs tongues again and again.
You shudder when you feel him put his hands down your pants again, collecting the dewiness at the apex of your thighs before forcing it onto your tongue. And you suck, gratefully, replacing the loss of his lips with his monstrously thick fingers. You can hardly believe he fingered you so easily.
Your lips wrap around his digits beautifully. He moans as he watches your little hands in comparison to his own hold it in place so you can bob your head up and down the length, your tongue licks and laves until there isnât a trace of your dewiness left.
So he kisses you, again, tongues tangling as he dry fucks his cock into your clothed core. His hands roam and pinch and squeeze every inch of your body that he can grab. He yanks your sweatpants down, tossing them aside with little care to where they might land. And he surprises you, again, when he manoeuvres you seamlessly so that youâre straddling him.
He thinks itâs cute as you look around, unsure of how you got into this position. But he brings you back to him when he humps up into you so that you fall forwards. You kiss him again, but he breaks it to speak.
âLet me taste you, baby. Sit on my face.â he tells you. Youâre nervous, but you move yourself so that youâre hovering above him. He pushes a finger into your hole and you throw your head back in satisfaction. âI said sit. I wanna know what a slutty princess cunt tastes like, so fucking sit.â he orders, his arms hooking around your thighs and forcing you down until you smother him with your heat.
âFUCK,â you moan, loudly, as his nose nudges against your throbbing clit. You arenât sure what to do with so much freedom to move. The way he slurps and feasts on your dripping flesh sends wave after wave of embarrassment through you. And heâs loud heâs so fucking noisy as he moans into your heat and drinks every drop that your heavenly cunt has to offer. âJ-Jesus⊠ahâ!â you yelp, feeling his palm come down hard to strike your behind.
You begin to roll your hips, rubbing your pussy up and down over his face and stimulating your clit with his nose. He reaches under your vest, tweaking your nipple as you hump his face. He spanks you again, quickly, as you stop moving. Youâre too gone, completely lost in the moment as you use him for your pleasure. Youâd never have expected this from him.
He relinquishes your nipple to free his cock from itâs material prison. You heard the sticky sound of it ring through the room as he jerks himself off. His moaning becomes louder. The divine taste of your cunt and the ability to stroke himself goes straight to his head. Youâre gone, youâre fucking gone. But heâs right behind you. The way youâre smothering him makes him lightheaded, but heâs not letting you go until heâs ready.
You see the pink silhouette of his cock as you look over your shoulder, but youâre desperate to get a better view. He groans, so loudly that you think he might have came, as you tug on his pink hair. Using it to your advantage as you ride his face into your next toe-curling orgasm. And at that, you do collapse. Practically singing his name as you cum in his mouth, only when youâve reached your high does he let up on you.
He admires the view of your tits as you back up to look down at him, throwing your vest over your head as carelessly as heâs discarded your pants. His face is shimmering with your juices, and you feel another searing tidal wave of embarrassment as the reality sets in that youâve done this to him. And youâre still cheating on your boyfriend. But youâre past the point of no return, you think. Yuuji is barely on your mind, all of your attention is on his brother, now.
And heâs still not through with you yet.
âDo you need some cock?â he asks.
âY-Yes.â you nod, pathetically.
âLook at it, then. Look at my cock and beg for it.â he tells you.
You adjust your position so that youâre hovering above his face again but facing his cock perfectly. Itâs beautiful, you think. More defined than Yuujiâs but around the same size and width. His cockhead is more prominent and the veins are unmissable. Youâd have begged without even being asked if youâd gotten the chance to see it earlier.
âGo on,â he starts. You feel his hands between your shoulder blades and he pushes you down roughly. âBeg for my cock, whore.â
âPlease, please Sukuna. I need you to fuck me.â you start, completely reduced to tears as you look at it as your mouth waters. You hold him with both hands, and youâre still unable to hold the entire length of it. âWanna cum on you. W-Want you to b-bruise my cervix. Need to feel you inside, please, please please.â youâre practically sobbing as you continue.
âKiss it.â he demands. âWorship my cock, and Iâll decide if your slutty cunt is worthy.â he tells you. Your eyes widen, but you kiss his tip without question. Itâs so sweet and affectionate despite how sordid and lewd it is. But you canât help it. Itâs worthy of worship. Youâre sure itâll hurt, but youâll take it. You donât mind in the least.
You lick your tongue across his slit, poking your tongue into it slightly and relishing in how he hisses from the sensation. He buries his face in your cunt again, moaning into your soaking folds as you please him.
His length is freed from one of your hands, making the decision to cup his balls as your kiss down his shaft towards his pubis. His head is thrown back as you make contact with his balls, the grunt he releases is ethereal, youâd never have known such beautiful sounds could from him.
You scream, slightly, as he spanks your ass. It encourages you to take him down your throat and ignore your gag reflex and you bob and suck and run your tongue along each vein it can detect. He can barely focus on eating you out, too bewildered with your near pornographic performance.
âSuch a good little cocksucker. No wonder Yuuji likes you.â he spanks you again. âThink heâd still like you if I told him Iâve been balls deep down your throat, slut? Iâm not so sure. But I like you, a lot more now.â
âS-Shut up.â you tell him, defiantly. You silence him as you lower your pussy to his lips again, distracting him momentarily with your sweet taste.
You feel his cock flexing in your hand, like heâs ready to blow his load right down your willing throat. Even though you donât want him to cum like this, you wouldnât mind. Youâll swallow every last drop for him.
He stops you, though, shoving you away from him so that he doesnât cum prematurely.
âHands and knees, now.â he speaks coldly. He admires your face quickly before you get into the position he wants you in. Itâs glistening with sweat, tears, spit, and his precum. âGood fucking girl.â he spanks you as you arch your back and wait patiently for him. Your legs spread apart and your cunt pulses in anticipation for him to slot himself inside.
He doesnât though, not right away. Instead, he leans over to his beside table and pulls his phone off charge. He kneels behind you as he pulls up the camera app and swiping to video mode. His sweatpants are shoved down his thighs and rest at his knees. He takes a few photos of your glittering, pulsating cunt, spreading it open as his fingers dig into one of your ass cheeks.
âPretty fuckinâ princess pussyâŠâ he moans, and you mirror him, following it with a giggle. You feel a sense of pride at his praise, arching your back deeper. âOhhh there she is, good girl, good little slut.â
He drags his cockhead through your shimmering folds, gasping each time it catches against your hole.
âP-Please fuck me, daddy, n-eed it.â you whine, earning another hard slap against your ass. Heâs happy, of course. He didnât expect you to be such a slut, heâd never have expected you to utter such a filthy title for him of all people. Heâs certainly never heard you refer to Yuuji as daddy whenever he hears you fucking through the thin walls.
âYouâve got good manners, for a whore.â he speaks, your hole flutters with each word, but he sees how hard you clench as he degrades you. A new understanding of what your body likes. Heâd only been doing it for his benefit, but now, he knows you like it too. âDo you like being a whore for daddy, hm?â
âY-Yes,â you pant, âLove beinâ a whore for you, daddyâŠâ
âCute. Iâll give you my cock, then.â he pushes the tip in before pulling out completely again, chuckling at how whiny you are from the loss. âBut you know, princess, good whores like to be cummed in. Youâll let me, wonât you?â
âPlease⊠please cum inside. W-Want you to fill me up!â you tell him, and itâs enough. Itâs more than enough to have him bullying his cock into your desperate cunt. You moan, boisterously from the stretch. Youâre sure their neighbours wonât be happy if theyâre home, the whole complex probably heard you. But you donât care, and neither does he.
Heâs glad that you said he could cum inside.
Itâs not like you had a choice, though.
âDo you still want me to bruise your cervix?â he asks, angling the phone in his hand to capture how fucking deep he is inside of you. Your ass pressed flush against him as you swallow his cock hungrily. You nod, dumbly, yelping again when you feel a stinging slap against your cushioned ass. âWords.â
âWant you to br-uuise my c-cervix, daddy.â you wince.
âYouâre such a good fuck toy, arenât you?â he laughs.
He begins to pound into you, his brute strength and weight behind every aggressive pummel of his hips. It hurts, God, it fucking hurts as his tip nudges against your cervix. But you donât care, youâre sure you will when youâre sober and your logical train of thought returns.
But now, in this moment, you truly are Sukunaâs fuck toy.
And it feels fucking sublime.
He captures on film the way that you moan and gasp and plead for something you arenât even aware of. The way your hands grip into his pristine white sheets. But is favourite part is watching how your pussy stretches open as you swallow his coke can cock. And the way your ass ripples with each pulverizing thrust into you.
âF-Fuck,â he moans, âYouâre fucking suffocating me.â he speaks, barely able to contain himself as he feels heady with lust. He doesnât stop, though, he doesnât care if you cum anymore. Heâll finger you again to finish you off if needs be, but for now, he needs to be selfish. Thoughts of filling you up and flooding your unprotected womb make him feral.
âSukuna! S-Stop!â you warn him.
âHuh?â he responds, showing no intention of stopping or slowing as he rams his cock into you repeatedly. The only thing on his mind is finishing, he couldnât care less about your change of heart or guilty conscience.
âF-Feels funny, I- I canât! Hnnngâ!â you finish, cunt squirting and gushing like a fountain all over him. âOh my godâŠâ you pant, burying your face in the pillows as you hide your shame from him.
âHoly fuck,â he responds, thrilled that heâd captured the moment on film. You show no signs of stopping either. You squirt as much as a backed-up teenager getting his first handjob. He spanks your pussy and rubs his hand all over it, making a complete mess of the two of you and the sheets below. âDirty little squirter, hah? Fuck, youâre like a pornstar.â he tells you, chuckling again.
You donât dare show your face, but you mewl into the pillows as you ride out the rest of your high as he shoves his cock back into you.
âDo it again, on my cock.â he demands.
âC-Canât, canât cum anymore.â you tell him, utterly spent and defeated as you allow him to use your body for his own benefit.
âBrat. Youâll cum on daddyâs cock and be grateful that Iâve been so good to you.â he explains. And true to his word, he manages to build it up in you again, somehow, as he continuously batters his length into your g-spot until your vision turns white.
Heâs not doing much better, either, still enraptured by the sight of your dripping wet pussy and soiled sheets. Itâs something he needs to see again, a sight he will treasure âtil the day he fucking dies.
âCum, slut. Make a fucking mess.â he speaks through gritted teeth.
âMmmnf, hah, aaaahâ!â you moan, granting his wish. The sight helps him topple over into his own bliss. His cum flooding your ruined walls, he fucks it further into you, but pulls out eventually to see his sperm dripping from your filthy cunt.
âAre you embarrassed, brat? You sprayed yourself again.â he snickers, spreading your pussy open with two fingers to see the mixture of his cum and your release spill from your twitching hole. âHas Yuuji ever made you do that? No⊠Iâm sure he doesnât know youâre this much of a dirty whore. But I do, I know now.â
The mere mention of the man youâve betrayed has you bursting into tears. The sex was mind-blowing, yes, but at what cost? Youâve been begging him to move in. Hell, he was talking about marrying you. But you canât have that with him, now, not after this.
You sobered up a little after a shower, making sure to keep the door locked as you washed yourself of your indiscretion. You even waited in there until you dried off to get changed, not wanting to risk Sukuna seeing you naked again. The damage is done, of course, but you at least want to be able to proudly say it was a mistake that will never happen again.
Maybe Yuuji will forgive you.
Thereâs no way you can keep it from him. Not after what you went through. Itâll break his heart, of course it will. But you canât hide it, itâll just get worse over time when it eventually comes out, because it will. Whether you tell him or Sukuna does through a weed induced stupor, the truth will come out.
Youâve been checking the time on your phone repeatedly to see if Yuuji has finished work yet. Eager and filled with fear and anxiety so that you can tell him, honestly, what happened. Heâs going to hate you. Thereâs no way he wonât hate you after this. But you owe it to him and you owe it to yourself to be truthful.
You tense up as you hear a knock at the door. Yuuji wouldnât knock, so you know who it is.
âGo away.â you warn him, but it doesnât deter him.
âAw, donât talk to daddy like that.â he smiles, a shit eating grin that you want to smash against concrete.
âYouâve ruined my life, get out of here.â you tell him, crossing your legs as you check the time on your phone again. You sigh, throwing it further down the bed so that itâs out of reach. Youâd missed how he shrugged his shoulders with a laugh as he turned to leave. But you stop him. âDonât tell Yuuji, please. I want to be the one to tell him.â
âTell him⊠what?â
You look at him, bewildered, unable to process if heâs being serious or not.
âThat we fucked.â you remind him, deciding you arenât about to spend all day trying to decipher his tone. âI need to be the one to tell him, so donât say anything.â
âOh, tell him that?â he questions, laughing again as he realises he knows something you donât know.
âItâs not fucking funny, Sukuna!â
âYeah, it is, youâre a little slow on the uptake.â he laughs some more, sitting on the edge of the bed. His ruby red eyes piercing into yours intimidatingly despite the smile on his face. âYou donât need to tell Yuuji anything.â
âYeah, I dââ
âYuuji knows.â he laughs, louder, almost bursting into hysterics as he sees the astonished look on your face.
âW-What?â you sigh, looking around the room in horror.
âYeah⊠I mean, câmon.â he smirks. âWhy else would he text you to come over, when he wasnât even home?â
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Care & Keeping
summary: after aegon suffers injuries at rook's rest, you and aemond nurse him back to health
pairing: aemond targaryen x sister!reader x aegon targaryen
warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, canon typical incest, mentioned canon injuries, no gore, threeway relationship, threesome, teasing, orgasm delay, unprotected sex, titty sucking, oral sex (m!receiving), fingering, dirty talk, aegond fr like they kiss and stuff, playful sibling bickering but they fuck about it, aemond is a tit, let me know if i missed anything!
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a/n: I DID IT! i posted a fic again! happy to be back!
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âSuch a spoiled thingâŠ,â Aemond mutters while his fingers work through Aegonâs silky hair, the strands freshly washed during his bath earlier in the day â something you and Aemond had assisted with as well, much to the displeasure of Maester Orwyle and the servants. A part of you understood the maesterâs concerns, after all a slip or fall would be devastating for your brother this far along in his healing, yetâŠÂ
Well, he listened to you and Aemond. He would sit in the bath without complaint for the two of you, would let you wash over his delicate skin and comb through his hair with little more than a scoff or eye roll. Not so for the others, to whom he grumbled and carried on, insisting he need not be babied.Â
âHush, he deserves to be taken care of,â you chide your little brother playfully, chuckling as you lie against Aegonâs chest, savoring the sound of his heart beating steadily in your ear, âHeâs lived through dragon fire, after all⊠That deserves a reward, no?â
âListen to our sister, Aem,â your older brother chuckles, petting his hands over you in much the same way yours move over his waist and stomach â careful of the still-healing scars there, âWhat is it our grandsire says? Wisdom is from the children, some drivel like that?âÂ
âWisdom oft comes from the mouths of babes, my love,â you correct him with a snigger, smirking when you peer up at him.Â
âThatâs the one!â
âIâm younger than her, you dolt,â Aemond sighs, a bite to his words even as he teases, though Aegon pays it no mind â too busy spread between you and your brother like a lazy, happy house cat.Â
âMm, then you should be smarter, no?â
âIâŠ,â Aemond sighs before simply shaking his head with a soft sigh and teasing grumble, combing his fingers through his long hair in mock frustration.Â
This is how the three of you have spent as much time as you could since that fateful day at Rookâs Rest, when Aegon and Aemond both nearly lost their lives plummeting to the battlefield in a fiery tangle. Aemond had, by the grace of the Gods, escaped without too many injuries. However, your eldest brother had not been so lucky and had been caught in the fires of Meleys, leaving him with life threatening burns and broken limbs that had thankfully healed almost miraculously well over the last few weeks.Â
A soft sigh leaves your lips as you snuggle against Aegon, saying yet another quick prayer to the Seven as thanks for keeping him safe and, relatively, in one piece. Unfortunately, Aemond had been made to step in and act as regent, which meant that the three of you couldnât spend all your time together, much to your displeasure.Â
That is what had kept you all apart for most of the day â official duties that had carried on much too long, especially for your younger brother. By the time he had finished with Small Council business, it was well past supper and you and Aegon had already been tucked in bed together, enjoying the cool breeze blowing in from Blackwater Bay. As nonchalant as Aemond acts about the whole affair, his true feelings are betrayed time and time again when he stumbles when he all but rips his tunic and boots off, nearly in a frenzy, eager to join the two of you in bed.Â
âHow does the Council fare, little brother? Have they fallen to pieces in my absence?â
âMm,â Aemond hums, the corners of his lips just barely lifting into a smirk while he rubs over Aegonâs sore shoulders, making the elder sigh in contentment, âTheyâre being much too soft on that traitorous bitch queen for my liking⊠forcing us sit up here like a herd of lambs for slaughter.â
Aegon lets out a soft giggle, the sound of it reverberating in your ear while he tilts his head back to look up at his brother, âAnd what would you do, hm? Take Vhagar and sack Dragonstone singlehandedly?â
âShe could do it,â the prince regent muses, leaning down and pressing soft kisses against your older brotherâs head, his lilac eye sparkling at the thought of turning that blasted place into no more than a fiery heap of rubble. His lips linger against Aegonâs pale hair, muffling the sound of his soft chuckle, âWhy not turn all of those spoiled bastards into smoldering piles of ash and be done with it?â
âYou, dearest brother, are beginning to sound very much like our uncle,â you tease, peering up at Aemond with a smirk, âAll violence and warfare.â
A soft laugh is pulled from your lips as your brotherâs angular face twists into a disgusted scowl, âYou think so lowly of me as to compare me to him, sweet sister?â
âOh, donât pretend you donât enjoy it,â you murmur knowingly, sharing a playful glance with Aegon, much to Aemondâs disapproval.Â
âYou both know very well I hate that creepy old ââ
âThen why is your cock hard against my back, brother?â Aegon quickly interjects, descending into raucous giggles. The sound of his laughter quickly gets to you and your lips crack into a wide smile before you can hide it, a snort of laughter following soon after.ïżœïżœ
Above you, Aemond sputters for a few seconds before finally letting out a pained groan, though his lips are turned up into a subtle smile.Â
âYou want to fuck our uncle,â Aegon giggles, the near giddy sound of his laughter reverberating in your ear.Â
Your eldest brotherâs laughter is cut short as Aemond behind him begins peppering kisses over his neck, sweeping his hair out of the way as the elder lets out a quiet gasp, the planes of his stomach tensing beneath your cheek.Â
âAnd what if itâs you I wish to fuck, Your Grace?â The name makes Aegon shudder while goosebumps bloom over his pale skin as he lets out a thick sigh, the sheets at his waist beginning to tent.Â
Aemondâs words cause heat to bloom between your own thighs and you smile up at him as he shifts behind your older brother, no doubt pressing his clothed length against his back, letting him feel it.Â
âAwful tease,â Aegon whines, the petulance in his voice making you chuckle. Itâs then that he directs his darkening violet gaze to you, quirking a brow, âDonât you act all innocent, as if you havenât been torturing me for weeks, little minx.â
A smirk blooms on your lips as his largely uninjured arm raises to encircle your waist, holding you more tightly against him while you press a soft trail of kisses over his pale skin.Â
âIâm afraid I havenât the faintest idea what you mean,â the words leave your mouth in a soft hum, warm against the patch of blond hair on his chest. A lie, of course. Maester Orwyle had taken great pains over the past few weeks to make it absolutely crystal clear that Aegon was in no state to be played with, that all of his body needed rest and healing.Â
The old man had said it in the hopes of you and Aemond keeping Aegon away from the Street of Silk, of course. There was no doubt in your mind that your older brother could talk any of the guards or servants into smuggling him into the city. Yet, little did they know he hadnât been whoring in months, not since the three of you had finally given into your desires.Â
It had been well into the night when Aemond had stumbled into your chambers, dripping with rainwater and heaving soft sobs. Youâd held him closely and listened as he had explained the awful mess that had happened with Rhaenyraâs youngest bastard, his voice trembling so hard youâd had to strain to understand at parts.Â
Youâd ushered him into older brotherâs chambers quickly afterwards, not knowing what else to do and naively praying he might be able to help â to do something, anything, as king. Being Aegon, of course, the event had devolved into drinking â just to soothe Aemondâs nerves, he had said.Â
The three of you woke together in the morning, naked and tangled up in His Graceâs soft sheets.Â
With the promise of war looming heavily on the horizon, you had scarcely separated from them since then. There was a possibility of losing them both and you wanted to savor them for as long as you could, for whatever time was left.Â
âAh, you donât, do you?â Aegonâs voice cuts through the visions swirling in your head, pulling you back to the present. His hand skims down over your back and hip until he can cup the curve of your ass, drawing a breathy laugh from you, âSo youâve just been wearing these gauzy, insufferable excuses for nightgowns for no good reason, then?â
âPerhaps I wear them to catch the eye of the guards as I make my way here?â Your eyes gleam with mischief when you peer up at him, knowing exactly how territorial he can be.Â
His hips rut up against the sheets, cock straining beneath the white linen of them and already leaving wet patches on the fabric while a deep groan rumbles from his chest. Behind him, Aemond chuckles while he continues to press kisses over Aegonâs pale skin, marking up each side of his neck.Â
âTeasing cunts, the both of you.â
âTsk, thereâs no need for that, you ungrateful cretin,â your little brother snaps, although thereâs no real meanness in his tone â merely a strange, brotherly teasing that you fear youâll never truly understand, âTo think, weâve been kind enough to take care of you all this time and this is how you behave.â
âAemondâs right, my love,â your voice comes out as a soft coo, even as you peer at your eldest brother with a playful smirk, âWeâve been so kind to you⊠How many times do you think we swallowed your seed before you were well enough to fuck again?â
âW-Well, Iââ Aegon stammers, flushing so hotly that even the pale column of his neck turns a slight pink shade.Â
âMm, all so mummy wouldnât see how youâd stain the sheets otherwise, isnât that right, dearest sister?â
Your lips curl into an almost vicious smile at Aemondâs jab, relishing the way Aegonâs dark eyes widen at the mere mention of your mother. Poor thing, you remember how embarrassed heâd been the first time heâd been desperate enough to rut against the bed sheets until they were dirtied with his spend, left to his own devices late at night after you and Aemond had retired to your own chambers.Â
Heâd sobbed against your chest that evening while he recounted the Maester mentioning it in the morning, pleased that all the kingâs precious parts were still in working order, yet that did little to numb the sting of your motherâs stare â evidently disappointed that heâd debase himself in such a manner.Â
âQuite right, little brother,â you all but purr, rising to your knees before carefully maneuvering yourself over one of Aegonâs thick thighs, mindful still of any tender spots, âIsnât there anything youâd like to say to us, Aeg?â
âI⊠T-Thank you,â he finally manages to huff out, violet eyes staring hungrily at where your warm heat presses against him â achingly hot through the thin fabric of the sheets.Â
âGood boy, Your Grace,â Aemond whispers against the shell of your brotherâs ear, his gaze just as hungry as Aegonâs as they both look over you â the lacy, satin material of your nightgown doing precious little to disguise anything below it.Â
âHe can be sweet when he wants to be,â you murmur, smiling at the way your eldest brotherâs head tips back against Aemondâs pale chest when you lightly scratch your nails over his tummy, tracing a path down beneath the sheets. An amused little giggle spills from your lips when his hips rut against your hand the second you gently grab at his length, giving it a light squeeze, âCanât you, lovely boy?â
Grunting, Aegon merely nods while soft whimpers spill from his lips at the feel of your hand on him, of Aemondâs lips against his neck.Â
âPlease, fuck,â he groans, swallowing thickly and licking at his lips while he tries to buck up into your hand â his movements jerky and uncoordinated from being off of his feet for so long, âSeven HellsâŠâ
Giggling at his grumbling, you tilt your head to the side as you look over him. Even injured and half-healed, heâs beautiful. In all the places where Aemond is lean and toned, Aegon is thicker, more stocky and soft; the juxtaposition between the two of them has always made your heart flutter.
âTell us what you want.âÂ
Aegon whines at Aemondâs firm command, but obeys nonetheless. The way his dark gaze immediately finds your own makes your lips curl into a proud smirk.
âWant you, pleaseâŠ,â he finally breathes and disentangles his hands from where theyâd been clawing at the sheets to instead run them over your thighs, one moving more easily than the other â his injured arm still trembles.Â
âMm, youâll need to be more specific,â You can resist teasing, he just begs so prettily.Â
âGods, your cunt,â the way he impatiently growls the words makes you snigger, âInsolent little witâ Agh!âÂ
âYouâll be nice to our sister,â Aemond hisses, smirking as he gives a harsh pinch to Aegonâs nipples, âOr you can lie here and watch me enjoy her instead.â
A scowl blooms on your eldest brotherâs face at the threat and he gives an almighty huff before thankfully settling; your little brother may have no qualms about denying him, but you prefer to indulge him, truly. Smiling wickedly, you fix Aegon with an almost innocent expression â brows drawn up just slightly, eyes widened⊠before sliding your gaze from his violet eyes and up to Aemondâs single lilac one.Â
âYou know, baby brother,â you start, arching your back just enough to press your breasts out enticingly, putting on a show for them both, âIf Iâm to take His Majestyâs cock, Iâll need some help readying myselfâŠâ
Aemondâs snicker is such a sharp contrast to Aegonâs broken groan.Â
âWouldnât you like that?â Your younger brother rasps into your eldestâs ear, petting through his hair with a gentleness that one wouldnât expect from such calloused hands, âHm? To watch while I prepare our lovely girl for your lovely cock, dear brother?â
Aegon nearly wheezes at that, as if the mere thought of it has knocked all the wind from his lungs.Â
âFuck, please,â he whines, nuzzling against Aemondâs touch like a cat, âWant it, please.â
âAnything to get my cock in her faster,â is the unspoken truth there, one heâd made the mistake of voicing before. Aemond had made sure that was a long night.Â
âShh, sh, sh,â he soothes him now, gently petting over his chest while he kisses over the side of his face, âYouâll get to watch.â
Aegon lets out slightly pained grunts as Aemond works his way out from behind him to stand at the edge of the bed, taking the time to make sure heâs propped comfortably against the pillows before his touch finally leaves him. With a dark chuckle, your little brother swiftly climbs back up on the bed, nude save for the soft linen trousers hanging low on his hips.Â
âNow, I believe I have some business to attend to, donât I, love?â He whispers against the shell of your ear while he takes his place behind you â kneeling and holding you against his chest. As always, a barely there sigh leaves his lips at the way the soft satin of your nightgown feels against his skin; itâs a sensation heâs grown to crave ever since you began ordering those special silks â the ones imported from Lys, the same ones Alicent insists on using for her sleepwear as well.Â
Heâs never told a soul, but the feeling brings him comfort â brings back memories of being held and comforted, of before his mother became hardened to the world.Â
You canât help the gasp that tumbles from your lips when he bites at your neck and roughly tilts your head to the side, long fingers threaded through the hair at the nape of your neck, âPlease, little brother.â
âYou know Iâd never deny you, sweetling,â his breath is warm against the crook of your neck while his hands caress over your body, drawing soft whimpers and groans from the man lying on the bed below you. Aemond takes his time, never one to rush, and lets his touch linger over every part of you.
Starting at your shoulders, he runs his hands over your arms before skirting them back up and over your sides, making your nightgown ride further and further up your hips as he does. Just as he cups your breasts, you lean down against Aegonâs chest to let him feel the way Aemondâs long fingers work against you, mindful not to rest against him too firmly.
The heat from being trapped between their two bodies is nearly stifling but youâd never dare pull away.Â
âGods, Aem,â you whine when he plucks at your nipples, rolling them between his long fingers while you pant against Aegonâs pale throat. Your older brotherâs good arm comes up to circle possessively around your waist, keeping you pressed against him, long past caring if it sparks soreness within him.Â
âYou feel so good,â Aegon whimpers against your hair, his voice little more than a needy growl while he ruts his hips up against your stomach. Chuckling, you nip over his collarbones just enough to leave small marks behind, painting him as yours.Â
âIf I feel good now, just think of how good Iâll feel around you,â you murmur against his chest, relishing the way he keens â the way his cock twitches against you, doubtlessly leaking steadily against the thin bed sheet separating the two of you.
âFucking dripping,â Aemond mutters behind you, letting out a satisfied chuckle against your spine while his deft fingers begin circling over your sensitive pearl, âEager little thing, arenât you?â
âAlways for the two of you,â your voice shakes as you reply, words getting caught in your throat with each movement of your brotherâs long fingers against your center.
âDid you hear that, brother?â Aemond says smugly, his low voice dripping with satisfaction, âSeems our dear sister is quite the little whore for us.â
âMhm, mhm,â your eldest brother strenuously agrees, jerkily nodding his head while you let him hump against you, savoring the way the hard line of his cock presses against your belly, âO-Our whore, yes.â
âYouâd better not let him spend,â Aemond growls, his good eye narrowing when he sees what youâre allowing to happen. He tugs at your hair hard enough to have you hissing and smirks at the sound.
âI wonât, I wonât,â you huff, rolling your eyes only to yelp when his large hand suddenly comes down on your ass. You canât help the way you press back into it, the harsh sting settling over your skin like a warm blanket, âGodsâŠâ
âPlay nice,â he rasps, grinning at the way you cry out when he abruptly pushes two fingers inside your already-fluttering walls, âOr Aegon wonât be the only one left wanting.âÂ
âMhm, yes, little brother,â you rush to say, readily agreeing â knowing all too well from experience that if Aemond meant to deny you, that there would be no talking him out of it. Lucky for him, the prospect of that was enough to placate you. Not that you even have the lung capacity to sass him, not with the way his long fingers move within you.Â
Aegon whimpers in time with you each time the pads of your brotherâs fingers brush against that sensitive spot within you, as if he can feel the pressure within you too. He lets you hold onto him and hardly even protests when Aemond angles your hips in such a way that the planes of your stomach donât even rub over his neglected cock, the absolute prick.Â
âF-Fuck, oh, fuck,â the curses are all but knocked from you with ear harsh thrust of Aemondâs fingers, the chambers silent save for the steady crackle of the fire in the hearth and the wet squelching noises sounding from between your legs â which only serve to spur your little brother on further.Â
âSo tight, Seven Hells,â he mutters, leaning over you and trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses up the curve of your spine. You can feel his lips curve up into a cocky grin when he presses his thumb against your bud, drawing a loud, gasping cry from your lips.Â
âAem, Aemond, Iââ
âShh, shh,â he soothes, smiling at the way Aegonâs hands, both of them, even the shaky, still-healing one, thread into your hair and comb through it â a gesture thatâs calmed you since the three of you were children, âBe good and take it.â
Thatâs a lot easier said than done, especially when the world seems to tilt on its axis when he manages to slip a third finger into your aching sex. The stretch of it only makes the fire threatening to consume you burn all the brighter and twin groans fill the room when your walls pulse greedily around him.Â
âYouâre so beautiful like this,â Aegon all but breathes, his voice raw and shaky and dripping with a soft kind of praise he only ever gives to you, âSo good for us.â
âMm, our big brotherâs right, sweetling,â Aemond hums, rubbing his thumb in tighter and tighter circles over your pearl and focusing the attention of his fingers within you on that spot that he knows makes you see stars. The effect is instantaneous and after no more than a couple seconds, youâre all but sobbing as you go limp on top of Aegon, unable to so much as hold yourself up as pleasure courses through you.Â
Your younger brother smirks, you canât see it but you can feel it, and groans low in his throat when your walls clench so tightly around his fingers that he can hardly move them at all. The only sounds coming from you are near pitiful squeaks in time with the movements of his hand.Â
âGods, so close, arenât you?â Aemond all but growls against the shell of your ear, just as Aegon pulls you forward into a searing kiss, âShow it to me.âÂ
Powerless to do anything else, you let out a choked whimper against Aegonâs lips â practically sobbing into his mouth while his tongue licks against your own. Your high crests and crashes into you like the waves at Stormâs End, almost violent and bloodthirsty in the way it sends your pulse racing, in the way it nearly engulfs you.Â
All the while, your brothers hold you steady. Aegon keeps an arm slung around your back, anchoring you to him, while Aemond uses his free hand to hold you upright as he wrings every drop of pleasure he can conjure up from you â not daring to stop until your pleasured moans turn to tortured gasps.
Finally, Aemond pulls his fingers from you with a satisfied grunt, leaving you panting as you slip from atop Aegon, shifting to lie beside him instead, curled against his largely uninjured side. Your eyes have hardly fluttered open before Aemondâs moving, leaning over Aegon like a shadowcat, finally victorious in hunting down its prey.Â
âTaste,â he whispers, bringing his fingers, still glistening with the evidence of your orgasm, to your eldest brotherâs lips. As usual, Aegon wastes no time and eagerly parts his hips and lets Aemond press them to his tongue. Your breath catches in your throat when his violet eyes roll back at the taste of you on your brotherâs skin, a hungry, needy whine sounds from this throat while he takes the time to suck them clean.Â
Your younger brotherâs eye sparkles as he watches, his cock tenting the dark fabric of his trousers and pressing against Aegonâs thigh.Â
âAeg, donât be greedy,â you finally pipe up, the air back in your lungs and a playful smirk on your lips, âShare with our little brother; he deserves it, no?â
Two sets of eyes land upon you, guided by the suggestive tone of your voice. Poor Aegon looks wide eyed and dazed, already half out of his mind and you havenât even started on him. Aemond, on the other hand, looks downright predatory â dangerous in the low light.Â
With a breathy chuckle, he sets upon your eldest brother, capturing his lips in a heated, almost savage kiss. Aegon sobs into it, his hips lifting on their own accord beneath the sheets as Aemond nips at his lip and sucks at his tongue with a barely contained lust. The elder reaches up with his good hand and threads his fingers through the youngerâs long, pearlescent hair just as a rough, sword-worn hand gets wrapped around his throat, holding him in place.Â
The sight of their frenzied affection makes your thighs clench, your core throbbing once more, uncaring that youâd found release only moments ago. Unable to resist, you lean in until your lips brush over the soft, pale skin of Aegonâs chest. You pepper it with kisses, making him whine and whimper into Aemondâs mouth. Shifting the bed sheets out of the way, you canât help but bite at your lower lip at the sight of his cock â angry and flushed and leaking copiously, leaving a pool of it on his tummy.Â
âMm, itâs cruel to let him suffer this way,â you say lowly, meeting Aemondâs eye when he finally pulls away from Aegon, lips curling into a smirk that matches your own, âI promised the poor thing my cunt, I think heâs earned it.âÂ
âPlease, please, f-fucking, please,â your eldest brother whimpers pitifully, hips bucking while you run your hand over his thigh as he looks between you and Aemond imploringly, violet eyes glassy.Â
âShh, shh, Iâve got you,â you promise, pressing one last kiss against his chest before turning to Aemond, âHelp me onto him.âÂ
Youâre moving before your brother can protest, can think of some other reason to tease. Ever since Aegon was injured, youâve needed Aemondâs help to stay balanced the scant few times youâve taken him. So much of his upper half was injured that youâre hardly able to put weight on one side of his chest, even now, which makes staying upright without assistance hardly worth the possible risk.Â
âFine, fine, I suppose the little whelpâs earned a treat,â your brother sighs and slips off the bed, taking care to help you straddle Aegonâs hips once more while he stands at the bedside. You take a second to pull off your lacy nightgown, smirking at the groans of appreciation you get in return.Â
âGahâfuck!â Aegon grunts the second your slick center presses against his aching length and presses his lips tightly together as his eyes squeeze shut, his fingers white-knuckled while he claws at the sheets, âS-Sweetling, please, please, I n-need you.â
âAnd youâll have me,â your voice is sweet when you reply, soft and breathy. Your touches are the same, knowing thatâs what he needs now. Balancing with one hand securely on Aemondâs shoulder, you watch as he leans down just enough to grab at your brotherâs length and notch it at your entrance.Â
âO-Oh⊠fuck, f-fuck, Seven Hells,â the words sound as if theyâre being punched from Aegonâs chest, like he can hardly get enough of a lungfull to speak while you slowly sink down onto him.Â
While he pants below you, nearly thrashing, you arenât doing much better. Throwing your head back, you let your eyes flutter shut as a series of breathy moans spill past your lips. Silently, youâre thankful Aemond took the time to prepare you â sometimes they both get so wound up, preparation goes out the window and while you have come to love the nearly-painful ache of taking them without it, itâs always so much better like this.Â
âGods!â You nearly screech when Aemond suddenly rubs at your pearl, making you jump slightly atop Aegon, who lets out an equally embarrassing noise at the way your walls suddenly contract around him.
Aemond, on the other hand, looks entirely too pleased with himself as he straightens again. He takes the time to brush a lock of hair from your face and cups your cheek in such a gentle way that you nearly ignore the mischievous glimmer in his eye, âJust getting you started, sweet sister. I expect a show.âÂ
Your teeth sink into your lower lip at the cadence of his low voice and you nearly draw blood when he tugs at the drawstring on his trousers and lowers them just enough to free his length, the sight of it pulling twin groans from you and your eldest brother.Â
Spurred on by the sight of it, of Aemond pleasuring himself to the vision of you atop Aegon, you begin rocking your hips. A satisfied sigh is tugged pulled from your lips at the feel of his cock moving within you â perfectly contoured to nestle against every sensitive spot within you as the head kisses your most inner depths.Â
âFuck, Aegon,â you breathe, letting out little gasps every time your bud brushes against the patch of blond hairs at the base of his cock. Each movement of him inside you stokes at the fire within you thatâs steadily roaring back to life, greedy even after your previous release.Â
âDonât stop, donât⊠Please, s-sister, I needââ
âI know, my love, I know,â you soothe him in a gentle tone, your free hand brushing gently over his chest and shoulder, trailing lightly enough over the column of his neck that he shivers, âI wonât stop.âÂ
A shiver runs through you when he nods and stares up at you â gazes at you with those big, dark eyes like youâre some goddess, like youâre the Mother in flesh form, taking his cock again and again. As usual, his eyes are quickly drawn to your chest and you canât help but chuckle at the hungry look painted so clearly on his pale features â pink lips parted as he pants and whimpers.Â
âHere, precious brother,â you whisper, carefully leaning forward, just enough to allow your breasts to sway in front of his face, peaked nipples just barely brushing over his lips, âSuck, go on.âÂ
You need not encourage him further as he quickly leans up just the slightest bit, just enough to wrap his full lips around one of your sensitive buds and suckle as if his life depended on it. A low, carnal groan sounds from his throat and vibrates against your skin, the sound of it making the walls of your center squeeze at him greedily. The knot in your belly grows tighter and tighter and judging from the desperate, harsh cants of Aegon's hips, you know neither of you will be lasting much longer.Â
For a long moment, the only sounds that can be heard in the quiet of your eldest brotherâs chambers are harsh pants, the noise of skin on skin, and Aemondâs barely concealed growls.Â
âGods, Iâ Fuck,â he pants, one hand stroking slowly over his generous length, pausing every so often to collect the slick steadily leaking from its flushed head, all the while his eye dances over you and Aegon, never settling in one place very long, âLove watching the two of you, s-so prettyâŠâ
The little hitch in his voice makes your heart clench and sends a pleasured shiver up your spine â unlike Aegon, itâs hard to reduce Aemond to a stuttering mess so each time his words get caught in his throat is like a small badge of honor for you.Â
The slick noises of your brotherâs hand moving over his cock soon draw Aegonâs attention and he pulls away from your breast with a shuddered gasp, his good hand white knuckled on your thigh. He looks up at you almost apologetically, a new hunger evident in his darkened gaze, before his eyes trail over to Aemondâs length.Â
âCâmon, then,â your little brother grunts, his lips pulled into a dirty smirk as he edges closer to the bedside, angling himself better for Aegon, âGood boy, go on.â
Licking his lips, Aegon leans forward just enough to get at Aemondâs cock; you and Aemond each let out soft moans when his mouth sucks at the flushed head. Aegonâs hips buck up into yours at your brotherâs taste on his tongue and you know heâs close, teetering on the edge judging by how he shivers beneath you.
âMmâ fuck, yes,â Aemond grunts, rocking his hips little by little into your eldest brotherâs waiting mouth, the sound makes your core clench once more and you canât take it any longer. His low, breathy chuckle hardly meets your ears when you hastily trail a hand down your own stomach and start rubbing between your thighs â your fingers moving in tight, practiced circles over your pearl.
The feeling of your walls pulsating around his length again and again has Aegon crying out, the sound muffled around Aemondâs cock. You can feel his muscles tense beneath you while you spear yourself onto his length over and over, each movement causing the fire within you to burn brighter, to rage hotter.Â
You brace yourself for his release, clinging to Aemondâs shoulder with one hand while the other works furiously at your bud, and yetâŠ
âYou donât finish until she does,â Aemond breathes, shoving his cock deep enough down Aegonâs throat that the only reply he can give is a garbled groan. His violet eyes are wide and glassy, silently pleading with Aemond even though he knows itâs useless.Â
âI-Iâm close, Iâ Gods,â you pant, thighs burning while you all but thrash on top of your older brother, angling yourself in just the right way â causing the tip of his cock to rub against the most sensitive spot within you. Your eyes roll back in your head and stars dance in your vision and the feel of a gentle hand at your breast nearly makes you jump.Â
Even lost in his own pleasure, Aegon would never forget you. He moans helplessly around Aemond as he thumbs at your nipple, providing just enough sensation to send you tipping over the edge.Â
âAh! Godsâ Gods, f-fuck!â You cry out, your thighs trembling on either side of your brother's hips as pleasure overtakes you once more. Your lips part in a silent moan while your core all but milks Aegonâs high from him as well, the feel of his hot spend within you only adding to your pleasure.Â
âMmph, mmph!â He whines around Aemond as you slowly come to a stop on top of him, overstimulation quickly getting to you both.Â
Aemond gasps at the sight before him, seeing the two of you in the throes of pleasure only adding to his own.
âGonna⊠o-oh, fuckââ He grunts and before you can register whatâs happening, heâs got an arm wrapped around your neck and is hauling you toward him. Your lips connect with his at a nearly bruising intensity and you can hear Aegon moaning with satisfaction when your brother finishes on his tongue, coating it with his spend.Â
Your lips move against his for a long moment while he trembles, hardly able to stay upright while he licks into your mouth â the kiss more teeth and tongues than anything else. Finally, he pulls away, nipping at your bottom lip as he does before he fixes you with a nearly arrogant smirk.Â
âLet our girl have a taste, big brother,â he drawls, pushing you back toward Aegon with a mischievous smirk.Â
âMm, how generous of you,â you say with a playful roll of your eyes, shaking your head at Aemond before meeting Aegon in a heated kiss. Aemondâs familiar taste settles on your tongue while the man in question takes his place back behind Aegon, propping him on his chest and sighing at the familiar warm weight of his brother.Â
When Aegon is pulled away from you a moment later, you use the opportunity to shift back to his side, knowing he must be sore from having you atop him, even if he dared not show it. You trail kisses over his neck while Aemond occupies his mouth, greedily licking his own spend from his brotherâs tongue.
âYou were so good for us,â Aemond praises him, his voice soft and gentle in a way he only ever uses here â in the calm, candlelit privacy with each of you like this, âDid everything I said, just perfect.â
âMhm, our perfect brother,â you purr into Aegonâs ear, relishing the way he shudders. Heâs quiet after he spends, the only time you wonât hear a sarcastic remark or a dirty joke. Instead, heâs⊠subdued, pliable in your arms â breathing easy while his eyes flutter closed, relishing the attention you give him.
You chuckle softly at the easy, satiated smile on his lips before your eyes meet Aemondâs over your older brotherâs mess of tangled silver hair â something thatâll need to be sorted in the morning.Â
âI love you,â you whisper against the side of Aegonâs head, pressing a soft kiss there, âBoth of you.âÂ
âSap,â Aegon quips, making you giggle.
âI hate you,â you murmur playfully, giving his good shoulder a soft shove.
âNot nearly as much as I detest you.âÂ
âBoth of you are absolute ballaches,â Aemond finally sighs.
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Kinda kinky, but made it domestic and fluffy. (I guess, idk...) Also, very long for some reason, sorry. MINORS, DNI! 18+ !!! Pairing: F!Reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley Warnings/Info: Established relationship; domesticity; fluff; consensual smut; masturbation kink; praise kink; some dirty talk; explicit language; cussing
It's Friday evening, barely past 8 pm, inside your apartment in the private 141 apartment complex on base.
After a late dinner â homemade lasagna with fresh ingredients, because you always thrive to get something proper other than MRE's into Simon's and your own system â you and your boyfriend are sprawled out on your large deep brown leather couch.
Cuddling, resting, and relaxing after a tough week of training and "important" briefings on duty.
The atmosphere is filled with contentment and coziness, while the delicious smell of lasagna and the fresh shower steam wafting into the open living space from the nearby bathroom, still linger in your shared apartment. The lights are off, except for the vanilla-scented candle youâve lit on the white sideboard and the flickering lights of the TV screen illuminating the spacious room.
With the both of you now suffering from a food coma, Simon is laying on his broad back, taking up nearly all of the couchesâ space. One muscular arm tucked behind his head on the armrest casually, the other hand playing with a few strands of your hair on the back of your head, his eyes half-lidded and glued to the large flat TV mounted on the opposite wall, currently playing the first episode of Band of Brothers, after you two had finally settled on something to watch â something you'd both enjoy.
Meanwhile, you're laying between his spread thighs, draped over him with your cheek resting on his lower stomach, your right hand rubbing slow, soothing circles over his lax abs with your flat palm and tracing the many faded scars while his tight black shirt is rucked up to his chest; his belly now slightly round and full, sporting a food baby, and thus not as hard and ripped as it usually is.
You can hear his stomach work as your ear presses against his pale skin, his gut already processing the food and sounding like a bunch of whale calls while his strong heartbeat fades into the background noise like a steady drum. It's an odd concoction of sounds, and you swiftly find yourself paying more attention to your boyfriend's bodily functions than your favorite war show playing on TV.
"What's so funny, eh? We're laughinâ at WWII now?" Simon asks eventually after your second quiet snicker to yourself, his deep voice sounding gruff and heavy with beginning fatigue, though it still carries that familiar dry, deadpan humor of his.
"Nope. Nothing," you reply with another breathy chuckle, patting and caressing his lower abdomen reassuringly. Perhaps a little bit too close to his crotch this time.
The sudden movement makes his muscles flex below your palm, and a low groan escapes Simon's slightly parted lips and both actions immediately trigger something within you, like a house cat being taunted by its owner moving their hand below a blanket.
"Don't... don't do that, luv," he chides you gently, cupping his free hand over yours to keep it still on his stomach, "Gimme another good thirty minutes, and I'll rock yer world." Simon tells you, stifling a yawn.
While he keeps your ministrations at bay with his mammoth hand, you prop yourself up on your other elbow with a small pout before you wordlessly begin peppering wet and hot kisses along his belly, down to his naval and lower abdomen, inhaling his masculine scent greedily while your nose nearly digs into his milky, scarred skin.
"Bloody hell, lass â don't, I â" Simon protests half-heartedly, sucking in a sharp breath, before another low groan slips past his lips as he shifts his body beneath you.
"Watch the damn TV and let me do my thing.â You mutter against his skin, though there is no bite behind your words, only teasing and affection â and burning determination. You two didnât have any time nor strength for sex all week and you suddenly feel like making up for it now.
A low grumble vibrates in his chest in return and you know he wants to object again, but then he doesn't, because Simon is low-key just as horny as you are â he was just trying to be mindful, thinking youâre too tired to engage in anything sexual with him tonight.
"Always so goddamn bossy when we're alone," he mutters instead, clicking his tongue in mock exasperation, though a small smirk tugs at the corner of his scarred mouth.
âCâmere then, lovey,â he murmurs in his deep, gravelly voice, swiftly pulling his black T-shirt over his head and letting it fall down on the fluffy carpet next to the couch haphazardly, before he audibly pats his now bared chest in silent command with the hand that was previously tucked behind his head.
He needs to feel your lips on his first; ease in to this slowly before he might come too quickly; itâs been a week after all and Simon is only now realizing how tight his balls are.
However, you shake your head with a cheeky smirk, nuzzling the tip of your nose into the coarse dark hair of his thin happy trail, feeling his muscles flex at the sweet touch, before lifting your head to gaze up at him through your lashes.
âI wanna suck you off, baby. Can I?â You ask in a sultry purr, almost innocently, batting your eyelashes at him as you tug on the waistband of his grey sweats, pulling at it playfully before letting it snap back against his skin.
A rough groan escapes Simon as he watches you play with the thick hem of his pants and he already knows, despite his stamina, it will be a quick first round tonight; heâs way too sensitive and you know exactly what to do to drive him wild with lust. That familiar heat of arousal is already pooling into his gut and making his blood rush south.
âIf I say no, whatâre ye gonna do, hm?â He counters gruffly, biting back a sly smirk; his dark eyes fixated on yours, burning and molten and filled with desire and curiosity â because he rarely denies you anything, if ever.
âMaybe Iâll just do it myself,â he adds after a beat of silence, âMake myself feel good.â
Simon can practically watch how you process, assess, analyze his words in the span of mere seconds, but then your pupils dilate comically large, like a cartoon characters, and a foreign look appears on your face, one heâs never seen before. His heartbeat accelerates and he grunts lowly as you push yourself off his stomach to sit back on your haunches between his spread legs while the soft leather of the couch creaks and shifts as you move.
âOkay,â you retort in a breathy, deadpan voice, your eyes never leaving his, âIâll watch.â
Simon instinctively shifts on the couch as well, propping his large upper body up in a reclined sitting position when he hears that you mean business. His dark eyebrows raise slightly at your unexpected reaction â the fact that his joke-proposition seems to excite you so immensely. His cock twitches and throbs inside his boxer briefs in return.
His eyes roam over your curves briefly, noticing how your braless breasts rise and fall with heavier yet slow breaths, nipples already peaking behind the fabric of your tight black crop top. Youâre clearly aroused and Simon is sure he can smell you already, sweet, slick and warm and, most importantly, all his.
A pleased growl rumbles through his buff chest, until he remembers what exactly made you react this extremely.
"Yer into that?" He asks incredulously, brows drawing together in disbelief and curiosity, though if he's honest with himself, Simon is not surprised in the slightest.
You always encourage him to be more vocal in bed, make sounds, let loose. The dirtier, the better. Plus points if he sounds like a goddamn caveman claiming you; grunting and groaning in your ear while his fat cock is buried inside your tight cunt up to the hilt. You always love that.
"Yes," you answer curtly, squirming in your seat already. "I used to watch blokes jerk off and fuck their pocket pussies all the time on the Hub. Looked up the biggest, buffest lad and imagined you being the one doing it." You confess bluntly, a wicked smirk creeping on your lips as his big doe eyes grow even wider.
"Pff, seriously?"
Simon tries not to show it too obviously, but that is, hands down, the hottest and most flattering admission you've ever shared with him. Gods, he bloody loves your bluntness.
"Yes, sir." You nod enthusiastically while he snorts and rolls his eyes in mock annoyance.
You only ever call him Sir off duty when there's a deeper meaning behind it â a plan.
"So... you â you wanna see that, innit? Wanna watch me have a wank in front of you and look all pathetic while I could also just...fuck you properly instead?" Simon enquires with a hint of sarcasm, scratching the stubble at his chin as he studies your beautiful face appraisingly, still obviously hesitant about the whole idea.
"Uh-huh," You nod again, smiling at him with a certain twinkle in your eyes, like a child finally receiving a toy it always wanted but never dared to ask for. âPlease.â You add for good measure, tilting your head to the side in a playful manner.
Simon quirks an eyebrow at you, his eyes flickering over your pretty features to make sure you're really not messing with him. He's never done that before; it has never occurred to him that anyone would want to see him do that.
Masturbating has always felt pathetic and awkward to him; it's a means to an end to him and especially those Combat Jackâs are the worst. Feel sad and horny, jerk off, feel sad and empty afterwards. Done deal.
But how can he ever deny you that particular pleasure when you've always been so good for him? So incredibly patient, caring, and loving despite all his flaws and issues; way before you've become a couple, even.
"Fine. I'll do it," he finally huffs gruffly, his own heart skipping a hard beat, his brows creasing together in a slight frown while he can't hide the obvious tent already sporting in the front of his sweatpants at the sight of your beaming smile and sparkling eyes after getting exactly what you want â again.
"But ye're not allowed to touch me...or yerself. Understood?"
Oh.
Your nostrils flare as you exhale sharply, drumming your fingertips along his clothed thighs as you narrow your eyes at him, pondering briefly.
"Yeah... okay... sounds like torture, but... the fun kind." You agree reluctantly, giving a small shrug, though you quickly notice that his strict order only fuels your growing arousal and excitement. Itâll be like watching your own personal porn after all.
Simon moves his knees then, a silent warning to get your hands off like you agreed to, and you retrieve your hands from his thighs with a tiny snarl that makes him chuckle darkly while you rest your palms on your own thighs instead.
âBe my good girl then and take yer top off, lovey. Show me yer pretty tits, yeah?â
Yet again, a violent shiver runs down your spine as soon as Simon gives you another order in that deep, gravelly voice of his and you donât hesitate to obey his request â peeling off your tight crop top to reveal your breasts to him at once and dropping the piece of clothing next to the couch, your skin flushed with arousal and carnal desire for him.
âLike this?â
Simon hums deeply in approval, his pink tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, like a wolf licking its chaps, while his whiskey-colored eyes darken and gleam an inky black as they drink in your gorgeous, bare upper body, now only illuminated by the soft candlelight and the flickering lights of the TV screen, still playing Band of Brothers. You look like an absolute goddess and his fingers itch to reach out and touch, flick his thumbs over your perky nipples just the way you like it, squeeze and grope your tits until you mewl with neediness.
But, alas, he doesnât.
âAye, just like that,â he grunts out, shifting and adjusting his position until heâs comfortable on the couch and has a good view on you. âBloody perfect, you minx.â He adds thickly in a low murmur.
And then, without a further word, Simon finally hooks his right thumb into the waistband of his sweats and boxer briefs and tugs both fabrics down until the stretchy waistbands are snug taut below his balls, right at his taint, adding some pressure to the sensitive spot. He grunts when his large cock springs free from its confinement and rests on his lower stomach, a droplet of pearly pre-cum leaking onto his dark happy trail from his blushing tip, making your mouth water on sight and a breath hitch in your throat.
The musky scent of his arousal hits your nose, and it takes all of your trained willpower not to pounce on him. No, this is special. You can't ruin it with your impatience.
There's a slight grimace on his ruggedly handsome face when he simply grabs his shaft, then his right mammoth hand wraps around his girth completely. It almost looks painful to you, but Simon bites his cheek and fights the immediate shudder of pleasure running down his spine at his own rough touch, giving himself a few slow, tight strokes.
"You're a dry guy?" You ask curiously, scrunching your nose up in surprise. You always use some kind of lube when you give him a nice hand job.
"Huh? Yeah?" Simon's eyes flicker from his throbbing cock to your eyes, then swiftly back again, shrugging his broad shoulders before stilling briefly, then he clicks his tongue in annoyance.
Great, now he feels like he's doing it wrong; something he's been doing to himself for years. Itâs not his fault that his calloused hands cannot compare to your soft ones anymore and that youâve completely spoiled him with your gentle yet firm touch; youâve utterly ruined him for himself at this point.
âMhm,â you hum appraisingly, practically buzzing with pent-up arousal as you squirm in your seat between his spread legs again and feel the fabric of your thong rub between your slick folds and against your pulsating clit in delicious torture.
âSpit in your fist, baby,â you advise him then, your own mouth filling with saliva at the sheer thought, completely self-conditioned, âEnjoy it for me. Relax.â
Simon nearly groans at your words, but suppresses the wanton sound again, all to your disapproval.
âFuck ââ He grunts through clenched teeth, nostrils flaring as he's already crumbling beneath your smoldering gaze and bratty pout.
The urge to just pinch your pretty nipples in retaliation and grab you by the nape of your neck like a disobedient kitten, only to make your plump lips spread and open up over his needy cock, is becoming more unbearable by the second.
Eventually, Simon lifts his right hand, because he does want to put on a show for you, and spits into his rough palm generously.
The sudden choked whimper that spills from your lips at the lewd gesture of his makes it all worth it, tough, and Simon lets out a guttural moan this time, when he cups his leaking tip with his slicked up fist and twists his wrist for more friction.
âThis good enough for you, luv?â He manages to ask in between guttural grunts and deep, deliberate breaths.
Meanwhile, you donât even know where or what to look at as your feral eyes try to drink in and process this whole scene in front of you â his flushed cheeks, glazed eyes, how his abs and the muscles in his chest and arms ripple and flex with each heavy breath and movements, the way he works on his long, girthy cock for you. Itâs still such a rare sight for you â seeing him this open and vulnerable.
If Simon would let you, youâd record and safe all of it for later.
âYes,â you breathe out in return, voice hoarse and thick with lust and need, utterly captivated and amazed by his performance. âGod, yes, baby. You look so fucking sexy right now.â
Your praise sends a jolt of hot, searing pleasure straight to his cock while Simon keeps fucking into his rough fist and his breath stutters briefly as he tries to maintain his fervent rhythm, muttering curses under his breath.
When his head lolls back against the armrest while a husky groan tears itself from his throat and his hips buck up into his own hand instinctively, right in front of you, you have to take several deep breaths to keep yourself seated on your haunches and, simultaneously, from reaching out to him â even though itâd be so easy to justâŠjoin him, perhaps fondle his balls and increase the pleasure.
Letting out another whimpery moan at the thought, your own fingers are now digging into the fabric of your gym leggings on your thighs, fidgeting and twitching restlessly while you move and roll your hips desperately, trying to find some release as your soaked thong keeps rubbing your swollen clit between your folds.
Simon can already feel how pathetically close he is and he knows itâs only because youâre watching him wank off right now, enjoying it â and praising him for it in that tooth-achingly sweet voice of yours, too.
It usually takes him so much longer to cum on his own, no matter how blue his balls are, but this is different â a good kind of different, and the tension in his lower stomach continues to rise at a rapid pace while he can barely hold eye-contact with your mesmerizing eyes when youâre looking at him like that, all aroused and needy with lust.
ââm close,â Simon huffs out, sounding like an angry bull as he bends one leg and puts the other foot down on the ground for leverage, readying himself for the inevitable.
âPlay with yer tits for me, beautiful,â he requests through his clenched jaw as he watches you squirm through heavy-lidded eyes, âHelp daddy come.â
âOhâŠFuckâŠâ you practically gasp out as soon as you hear him calling himself that, and your head tilts back slowly with a breathy moan when your hands roam over your bare stomach sensually, up until they rest over your heavy breasts. You begin toying with yourself for him, groping and squeezing the supple flesh, tugging on your stiff nipples and rolling the sensitive buds between the pads of your fingers, until youâre panting for him like a bitch in heat.
While youâre playing with your tits like he asked you to, like the good, obedient girlfriend you are, Simonâs free hand finds its way slithering up his taut stomach, up his heaving chest, until it wraps around his own throat firmly, blunt nails digging into his scarred skin, tightening just enough to feel his own strong pulse flutter and thrum beneath his fingers, while he keeps stroking and fucking his cock into his tight fist with shameless vigor.
You and Simon moan simultaneously then â you at the sight of him choking himself suddenly, without warning, and he, because of all combined sensations bullying him to his peak all at once.
Eventually, his loud breathing keeps hitching, the vein in his temple protruding visibly as he keeps his grip around his throat, and your lips part with a wanton moan as you watch him climax, squeezing your tits harshly, as Simonâs balls tighten, eyes rolling back and fluttering shut and he finally comes with a guttural groan, spilling his thick, white release into his fist until it leaks and drips out from between his rough knuckles, making a mess on his lower belly.
âFuckinâ hell, luv ââ Simon curses with a low chuckle, and swallows hard, still catching his breath as he releases his throat and lifts his head up from the armrest to look at you, feeling somewhat sheepish all of a sudden.
âThat what you wanted?â He asks sarcastically, his voice all wrecked and gruff as he gestures at the mess on his stomach with his clean hand while his body keeps shuddering with aftershocks.
You need a moment to find your voice again, your heart still hammering against your ribcage just from watching him get off while your core is still fluttering and pulsing with want and a desperate need for attention.
âY-yeah,â you admit with a few tiny nods, still blushing with arousal after heaving a deep sigh, âThat wasâŠperfect. You were bloody perfect, honey.â You utter another praise and watch his cheeks tint with a blush.
âTsk,â Simon scoffs, shaking his head slightly, completely blissed out of his mind, âYou better shut it, lass, and help me clean up this mess.â He grunts dismissively, though heâs grinning proudly.
âGimme ten minutes, lovey.â He remarks with a wolfish smirk, the innuendo clear as he doesn't bother to tuck his half-hard cock back into his sweats, after youâve retrieved some soft tissues from the box on the coffee table.
Making him cum now merely opened the floodgates, like shaking a champagne bottle and pulling the cork recklessly; his hunger for you has only been ignited and, boy, he is starving again, though not for your delicious lasagna this time.
When you hold out the tissues to him with an amused look, Simon grabs your wrist suddenly and hauls you on top of him again, up to his chest this time, wrapping one strong leg around your body securely to keep you caged in before he cups your cheek with his cum-slicked hand and finally captures your lips in a deep, sloppy kiss.
He knows you don't mind the mess.
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lay me down | r.l., s.b., j.p., & l.e.
pairing(s): poly!marauders + lily x fem!reader
warning(s): 18+, smut, sexual and nonsexual intimacy, mentions of war, near death experiences, mentions of child abuse, mentions of scars, talk of death, using potions for pain management, fingering (f receiving), piv, talk of pregnancy, Lilyâs pregnant ???, the human need to fuck after a traumatic event, this started as one thing and then took a really weird turn â ends abruptly bc i needed to finish this :/
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war leaves none untouched
Your hands shook as you smoothed a dittany balm over Jamesâ newest magic induced injury.
Tonight has been a close call. Too close.
Lily was still arguing with the others in the living room, voice pinched and pitchy, eyes lined with livid tears. You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face as if to will away the adrenaline. Things were getting worse.
âHey,â James caught your other hand, his thumb tracing gentle patterns into your skin. You observed the action with glazed eyes. All you could see was the Death Eater, wand spouting an all too familiar green spark before you were tackling James away from its trail. Thereâd been so many of them.
So many trying to kill you these past few months it was going to eat you alive. Theyâd keep coming, and youâd keep fighting, even if it ended with you six feet under.
âWeâre alright, sweets. Alive and whole.â You glanced up at his face. Earnest, and worried, with a crinkle between his brows that nearly had you reaching out to smooth it.
âYou almost died.â
The words were a broken whisper as they left your lips. His eyes softened further, reaching to pull you into a solid embrace as Lily continued to rant on about recklessness and careless stupidity. Tears burned at your eyes so you squeezed them shut, burying your face in Jamesâ neck.
âI know we made some terrible decisions, but weâre gonna live to see another day, yeah? Promise.â You huffed, responding with a shaky giggle.
âI donât know, Remus and Sirius might not with the lashing Lilyâs giving âem.â
He chuckled and squeezed you against him, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You breathed in deeply with the hope of settling your frazzled nerves. Jamesâ scent washed over you, a combination of his favorite cologne and sweat, lulling you into a place of safety you never wanted to leave.
âThere you are.â
Lilyâs frigid voice drew you away from James. He turned towards her, watching her with a sheepish apology written all over his face. Remus and Sirius ducked into the bedroom behind her, both wincing at her tone. You moved, leaving James and crossing over to the other two, taking stock of any potential injuries. Lily had done a little, though you knew she couldâve done more. Holding your tongue, you grabbed your first aid supplies, motioning for the boys to sit so you could heal their scrapes and cuts.
Siriusâ were minor, a scrape along his left arm and a cut on his right hand, plus a few bruises here and there. You kissed his forehead when you finished, moving on to your tallest partner.
Remus at least had the decency to wince when you started working on his worst injury, though part of that mightâve been his increased sensitivity with the approaching full moon. You gnawed on your inner cheek. His upper left thigh held a deep cut still oozing blood, the skin red and angry around the wound. You slipped into the bathroom, ignoring Lily and James as you passed by them, wetting a fresh rag and returning to clean the offensive gash.
You were used to this. Lily and you were the healers of the bunch, normally passing around the first aid kit like it was your calling, healing and cleaning as you went. Your mouth pressed into a tight line as you worked, a silent, wandless spell already closing up the majority of the injury. A dollop of dittany balm across the now much shallower cut worked like a charm, and soon all that remained was a pinkish scar.
Remus watched you as you went, cleaning any wound and healing it just as fast, goosebumps covering his skin. It took you a few moments to realize that the room had gone silent, and that all of them were looking at you expectantly.
You blinked, mouth twisting into a frown. Remus reached for your hand, a gentle grasp on your wrist as he guided you to the bed next to him.
âAre you alright?â The words were soft as they left him, warm, honey colored eyes seeming to stare into your soul. You drew in a sharp, shaky breath.
âIâm fine. Promise.â There was a weak smile plastered onto your lips that you were sure looked fake, but you couldnât muster any energy to make it look real. Exhaustion gripped your very bones, and all you wanted to do was take a quick shower and go to sleep.
âYou donât have to pretend-â Lily was the next to speak, though James was already shaking his head, eyes never leaving you. If there was one person in the room who could pick up on when to press an issue, it was him.
âCome here, sweets.â You finished packing the first aid kit, leaving it on the bed as James tugged you towards the bathroom, the shower already started. The mirror began to fog up, steam rising to the ceiling as you undressed. James followed suit.
You stepped into the shower; time seemed to slow down and speed up all at once. Water rushed over your sore limbs, working better than any spell to ease the tension between your shoulders. You sighed as James entered the shower behind you, warm hands coming up to caress your ribcage.
ââM tired, James. Tired of having to fight all the time.â He smoothed his hands over your shoulders, simply letting you vent as he lathered up soap and a wash rag before handing it to you. You went silent again, cleaning the dirt and sweat off of your body. A panic had settled into your chest when the war started, and it seemed as though with each passing month, it coiled tighter and tighter around your heart.
âI know.â Those simple words were enough to break the dam youâd been keeping strong. A sob bubbled up from your throat and before you knew it youâd thrown your arms around James and shook in his grasp. He held you close, rocking you through every sob and hiccup as though he could somehow soothe away the fear.
âYouâve been so strong, sweets, let us take care of you.â You sniffed, thankful you were in the shower and not out in the bedroom, where everyone wouldâve seen you crying. There was not a part of you that hadnât held steady since everything went to shit. Youâd been the one to comfort, the one to help, the voice of level reason. You havenât stumbled once.
But the thought of losing James, or any of them?
You would never recover.
He pulled away from you, pressing a watery kiss to your forehead before washing himself. You stepped out from the water to let him rinse off, though your fingers twitched with the need to comfort yourself by touching him. A lopsided grin made its way to his face, though it was obvious to you that he couldnât see a damn thing. Some part of you warmed at the fact that James couldnât really see you with his glasses off. Your shower cap and snotty face was not exactly an image you wanted out there.
âIâm gonna go check on the others, okay? Gotta get some food together.â He pulled you towards the warm water again, his fingers running over the skin of your arms.
âTake your time. Itâs okay to need support.â He pulled the curtain to the side just enough to pop out onto the bathroom mat and dry himself off. You could already imagine his messy black hair and comfy clothing. An ache settled in you that had you turning off the shower and reaching for a clean towel.
It didnât take very long for you to get dressed, the lotion you used a birthday gift from Lily that you had taken to rationing for special occasions.
You felt like using it.
It reminded you of a certain redhead, of her signature floral and ink perfumes. You breathed in deeply, willing that ache away. It did you no good.
Instead, you let your mind wonder to other things, like the upcoming full moon. Just four days away, not even a week into December, but you knew Remus was having a hard time this month. Heâd been jumpy, sensitive to touch, spent. You hoped that the potion youâd been working on would help, but all it seemed to do was dull the pain. That counted for something.
You didnât have the energy to deal with your hair, choosing to pull it into a loose ponytail at the base of your neck to deal with tomorrow. James had been kind enough to grab some of your clothes; loose pajamas were slipped over your body and socks pulled into your feet and then you were leaving the safety of being alone. The door swung open soundlessly.
Sirius bounded past you, whatever heâd decided to say muffled as he shut the door and turned on the shower.
You sighed. Briefly, you wondered if this is how Remus felt every full moon: every bit a stranger in his own body, aching from head to toe with skin that felt much too tight. You shook your head, wrapping your arms around yourself and making your way into the kitchen.
Lily was a whirlwind, putting together a meal of omelettes. James dutifully obeyed each of her commands, but you saw the way they both faltered. They were just as weary as the rest of you. Guilt bubbled in your chest as you turned away, choosing to approach Remus instead. You gently pressed yourself into his side where he was practically laying on the kitchen island. He glanced down at you, eyes bleary but far too seeing for you to handle. You buried your face into his arm. The pressure of your face against his bicep was enough to distract you from the tears that threatened to fall once again.
He cooed, shifting your body until your face was pressed against his chest and a soothing hand ran up and down your back.
The clatter of a plate near you had you startling. James rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, though he made a gesture to the plate.
âEat up. You need food âfore you go to bed.â
You huffed, but reached for the fork he offered you anyway. None of you had eaten since early this morning, and even then it was nothing but granola bars and juice. Merlin, one of you needed to go grocery shopping.
Remus watched you eat like a hawk, making sure you ate every bite. Warmth spread across your face. Youâd gotten better about remembering to eat, but they hadnât forgotten about the mission that nearly ended with you in a casket because you went dizzy.
Lily set a glass of juice down in front of you and paused, hesitancy written across her features. You deflated. âLily-â
Then she was crushing you, arms wrapped tight around your shoulders as she pulled you from Remusâ side into her, body trembling. Today couldâve ended much differently. If you hadnât been fast enough, it wouldâve been James or you that died. You melted into her touch, her soft body melding into yours until you werenât sure where you ended and she began.
âIâm sorry.â Almost unrecognizable in tone, and filled with unshed tears, you said the phrase that all five of you hardly ever uttered. There wasnât much else you could say. You wouldnât promise to never do it again. If it meant saving them, youâd do it a million times over.
âI love you.â The words made you tighten your grip, burying your face in her neck. She still needed a shower, but you couldnât find it in yourself to care. It was Lily: she had been there for you the moment you stepped onto the train to Hogwarts, and sheâd be there for you until she drew her last breath.
âI love you too.â
She pulled herself from you, a hand coming up to caress your face. Her eyes searched yours for a moment, and when she seemed content with what she found, she went back to her cooking. Your heart ached at the distance, like a mournful puppy, and you slunk back to Remusâ side. He had no problems tucking you into his arms.
âMine ready yet?â Sirius bounded in like a burst of energy, loud and eyes sharp. Remus scoffed and nuzzled his nose into your hair.
âDunno, are you finally done with the bathroom?â Sirius smacked a hand against his chest in mock indignation, eyes opened wide with a teasing look of shock. You couldnât help but smile.
âAre you suggesting I spend too long in the shower?â Remus shrugged, lips quirked up in a lazy smirk. Another plate was placed on the island and your now empty one was whisked away, James using magic to keep up with Lilyâs demands. Comfortable silence settled, interrupted only by the clatter of pans and silverware.
You sipped on your juice while the others ate, and before long, James was waving a wand to clean and put away the dishes. He pulled you away from Remus, ignoring both of your half-hearted protests. His arms wrapped around your shoulders like a comforting blanket, slowly guiding you back towards one of the bedrooms.
You sighed against him.
With the shut of the door and a, âSweets, let me take care of you,â James lead you to the bed and tugged on your oversized shirt. You shook your head. His grin turned teasing, his eyes sparkling in the artificial light coming from one of the few lamps still on.
âHow dirty minded of you, I didnât even mean it that way.â You shook your head and laughed, pulling off your trousers to just sleep in your shirt and pants. It didnât take much for you to settle into bed, eyes closed and breath steady.
âLet me hold you?â Featherlight fingers traced over your bare thigh, but nothing could hide the uncertainty in Jamesâ voice. You peaked over at him, his eyes on you even though his glasses sat on the edge of the bedside table. Something akin to grief tugged at your heart. It took a lot to truly shake up Jamesâyou couldnât remember the last time heâd looked like this.
âJames.â
That one word, just his name, was enough for everything to come spilling out. A tidal wave of emotion on an already broken shore. Tears pricked at your eyes again and you inwardly cringed, wondering if perhaps your period was nearly here because there was no other reason for you be crying like this.
âYou almost died.â Jamesâ words were spoken with enough intensity that it startled you. Sure, James was often passionate about a great many things, but the fire in his eyes burned differently this time. You knew why.
In just six months, youâd almost been killed on three separate occasions, and that was just you. The others had run ins of their own that nearly went south.
Pain twisted Jamesâ pretty lips, his dark brown eyes as focused on you as they could be.
âYou couldâve been killed! And it wouldâve been my fault. I chose to follow after them, I put us in danger even after you begged me not-â
You cut him off with a kiss far harsher than you meant it to be. He startled at that, but was quick to use his arm to pull you against him, ruffling the sheets you were laid out on. He remained tense despite it, so you continued, kissing down his prickly chin and neck. Heâd complain later when he had to shave.
âIt wasnât just your fault, James. I love you, and I donât blame you for what happened. Were you the one pointing that wand?â You mightâve murmured the words against the skin of his collarbone, but you pulled away to look at his face once you finished speaking. A faint blush warmed his cheeks and neck, a pretty flush on his brown complexion.
You raised a brow. âWell?â
A shaky breath left his lips and he shook his head, fingers coming to play with the hem of your sleep shirt.
âI love you, James Potter. And I always want you around, âkay? You can hold me whenever you like.â He nodded, face even redder than before. You nearly giggled, choosing to instead bury your face in his neck and breathing in deeply. âGoodnight, Prongs.â
You woke up to complete darkness.
Well, not complete darkness, if the moonlight shining in through the curtains had anything to say about it. A sigh left you. At least youâd gotten a couple of hours of rest before your body decided being awake was preferable.
Faint snoring could be heard from the other side of the bed, quiet enough to let you know it was Lily. For a split second, you wondered if sheâd let you finally run some tests tomorrow. Sheâd been complaining about sore breasts and nausea she attributed to a late period and stress, but you werenât of the same belief. Itâs not that you wanted her to be pregnant, you were all still so young, but it was bound to happen eventually.
Better her than you.
You cursed softly at the thought before slowly sitting up, careful not to wake up James or Lily as you eased off the mattress and padded across the hardwood floors. The door hinges were silent as you opened it, and then the door was clicking shut behind you, leaving you alone. You breathed in and out deeply.
Water was first on your list of things to acquire, and you settled into the couch with the glass in your hand and a blanket around you. Your books on different kinds of healing littered the living space (much to James and Lilyâs dismay), but you almost always knew exactly where each was. You rolled your shoulders.
The minutes ticked by, your books illuminated by your wand as you studied. It wasnât unusual to find you hunched over a book, eyes scanning every inch of the page to ensure you remembered the information spread out in front of you. The chapter you were currently reading was about the mental effects of certain spells, and it was engrossing enough that you missed the creak of a door opening down the hall.
âYouâre up late.â You jumped, your own hand slapping over your mouth to muffle your yelp. Your heart ached in your chest as adrenaline rushed through your veins. Remus chuckled quietly and settled onto the couch next to you. He stretched, wincing as his bones popped before falling limp on the cushions. You bite at your lip before placing your book on the coffee table, choosing to instead shift closer to him. He let you, honey colored eyes framed by dark circles watching your every move.
âWhyâre you up, hm?â You gently laid your head on his shoulder, your entire body pressed to his. He let out a tired sigh, letting his head fall to rest on yours. Every inch of him was rigid, like one wrong move and his bones would snap. You reached over to trace circles along his bare legs, his boxer briefs riding up just enough for you to stroke the edge of a particularly brutal scar on his upper thigh. His muscles flexed underneath your hand.
âJames didnât fucking give me time tâsee if you were alright.â There was no animosity coloring his tone, just bitter resignation that had you humming, fingers still tracing over his scars. You understood Jamesâ need to confess his guilt, but you didnât even utter a word to Sirius before you fell asleep. You ran your tongue across the back of your teeth.
âAre you alright? And Sirius?â Remus nuzzled into your head, the action similar enough to a dog you wouldâve normally laughed.
âJusâ tired.â You nodded, hand coming to a standstill on his leg. Remus shifted, not bothering to hide the pained gasp that built in his throat. You pulled away from him, ignoring his whine, and were already crossing the room when he rasped, âWhat are you doing?â
You opened the potions cabinet, pulling out the last vial from your tester batch. A hopefully potent pain relief youâd been formulating for months. It glittered in your wandâs light, a beautiful shimmering pale blue. Youâd originally tried to make a potion to help Remusâ transformations, but when that hadnât worked, youâd turned to managing symptoms instead. This was basically meant to be a cure all, and a dropper full allowed you to go without pain for a full 24 hours with no side effects.
âMy next batch will be ready to decant tomorrow, so Iâm making you take this tonight.â Remus nodded, though you werenât even sure heâd attempt to argue. It didnât take away the unsteadiness brought about by the full moon, or the discomfort, but the pain was the worst part so youâd do what you could. You handed over the vial, settling down next to him once again. He pretended not to grimace as he popped the lid off of the glass bottle. The smell of bitter greens wafted towards you but you managed to keep a straight face.
Remus brought the bottle to his lips and tipped it back, nearly gagging at the less than agreeable taste. You patted his shoulder. He discarded the bottle and pulled you back against him, arms wrapped around your upper body. One of his hands rested directly above your heart, thumping beneath his palm like a steady drum. His muscles relaxed as the potion began to work its magic.
âCanât believe you fâcking did that, ya know? Think I nearly had a damn heart attack when I saw that bloody spell almost hit ya.â His thumb ran over the hem of your shirt, edging over your collarbone. You took his moment of silence as a chance to study him. Messy curly hair that had grown just a tad bit longer than he liked, softer waves turning into tighter ringlets the longer he let it get. A newer scar on his cheekbone to add to the few that spanned across his face. It was only when you met his gaze that you knew he was studying you just the same.
ââM glad youâre alive, dove.â Affection bled into his words, a far more frequent occurrence as of late. You smiled softly.
âMe too.â
The moon slowly moved across the sky, but the two of you stayed sitting on the couch, wrapped up in the comfort of simply being next to each other. By the time you glanced at the clock, it read a simple 3:48am.
You groaned, choosing to instead move your body to straddle Remus, burying your face in his neck. He breathed a laugh, a large hand coming up to rest on your lower back as you got comfortable. You shimmied closer, ignoring his groan because you knew it had nothing to do with the moon. The potion had been working for nearly two hours now.
âWe should go to bed.â He nodded sagely at your statement, though his fingers dug into your skin, pushing you down until your clothed cunt made contact with his half hard erection. Involuntarily, your hips rolled. He hissed. You smiled against his skin, arms wrapped around his torso as you pressed as close to him as possible. He let you, the sensitivity brought on by the moon turning him into something that craved intimacy and softness more than anything. Due to your and Lilyâs curves, it wasnât uncommon for Remus to hold either one of you close, basking in the comfort that you offered.
The week leading up the full moon normally saw an uptick to Remusâ sex drive, but two days before, heâd crash, needing nonsexual physical support instead. Any of you would jump through fire to make sure he got what he needed.
âWant you tâlet me fuck you.â His soft voice hit your ears, breathy and hoarse with want. You rolled your hips again, cheek pressed to his collarbone.
âYou sure?â He hummed, fingers coming to grip your hips. Nights like this made for lazy sex, nothing frantic or quick like what youâd often found yourself doing at school. You drew away from his chest, face to face. His eyes were half lidded, focused on your movements as though he already knew what youâd say.
You lifted a hand and carded your fingers through his hair. His eyes fluttered shut as you did so, and you wasted no time in moving in to press your lips to his. His fingers tightened against your skin, the fabric of your sleep shirt bunched in his palms. You smiled against his mouth. Remus sighed against you, melting into your touch as you trailed your fingers from the back of his head down his chest, all the way down until your fingers came to the hem of his t-shirt.
âTake this off fâme?â He was quick to oblige. You couldnât help the girlish giggle that left your lips at his hasty attempt to remove his shirt. Youâd had feelings for Remus the longest out of any of your partners, an innocent schoolgirl crush turned deep infatuation. Now, he called himself one of your husbands, and it sent your heart fluttering. He tossed his shirt onto the floor, not caring where it landed. Your eyes honed in on the small chub of his belly from his slouched position, the scars that lined his torso. He nearly jumped out of his skin when your fingers grazed over his happy trail, a soft groan falling from his mouth.
It took you just a few moments to discard your own shirt, your breasts exposed to the chilly air since youâd forgone wearing a bra to sleep. None of your partners ever made you feel anything less than beautiful, and right now was no exception. Remusâ pupils had blown wide, nearly drowning out their beautiful amber colour, dark with desire as he took in your heavy tits. Youâd often complain to Lily about back pain from your larger breasts, and while Remus would never want you hurting, he loved the mounds on your chest more than anything. One of his hands came up to your breast, thumb flicking over your right nipple. Your breath hitched and you pressed further into him.
None of you had had the chance to actually be intimate in the past three weeks. Between missions, brewing potions, and healing people, there was simply no time. Exhaustion had sunk its claws deep into each of you, and none had a chance to escape it.
âAlways so pretty fâme, dove, always sâperfect.â Remusâ other hand, the one not preoccupied with your breasts, splayed across your lower back, almost as low as your arse. You arched into him, trapping his hand between each of your chests, though you werenât sure he minded. He let you grind against him, the two of you in nothing but your undergarments. You ran your hands over his back, his shoulders, his arms, anywhere you could reach, simply wanting to feel him.
Heat pooled in between your thighs, pulsing in time with your heart. Remus looked similarly affected.
âCome âere.â He lifted you off of his lap, ignoring your pout, and began to pull down your panties. They were old, a ratty pair youâd normally wear on your period, but you didnât care. Theyâd end up on the floor anyway. You moved your legs to pull them off and deposited them by the foot of the couch, Remus doing the same. His dick slapped against his abdomen, the same brown shade of his skin, though the tip was flushed a deep reddish shade that had your mouth watering.
Remusâ fingers gripped your chin before you could move towards it. Something sparked in his eyes.
ââM gonna âave to prep you first, dove.â You let your head fall to the side as if disappointed, but Remus was skilled with both his wicked tongue and long fingers. You squirmed and clenched your thighs, desperate for some kind of friction that you were currently deprived of.
He smirked, drawing you to him, lips soft against yours. He cupped your neck and jaw, thumb running atop your cheekbone. You were quick to run your tongue along the seam of his mouth. He parted his lips ever slightly, teasing you as if he believed youâd force them apart. Instead, you drew back your tongue and simply deepened the kiss, forgoing any need to breathe. Remus was all you wanted to know, all you wanted to think about.
He moved, lips trailing from the edge of yours down your jaw, coming to suck on the sweet spot at the junction of your collarbone and neck. Your head fell, baring more of your throat to him. He sucked and nipped as he pleased, and it was only when you were trembling beside him did he gently guide your thighs apart. You shivered in anticipation. Rough fingertips caressed the tender skin of your inner thighs, wandering higher and higher until they were right where you wanted them. You nearly keened as Remus ran his fingers over your lower lips, spreading them apart to thumb at your clit.
âQuiet.â
He chuckled at your near silent whine and buck of your hips, urging him to do something other than tease you. He traced along your slit before dipping just the tip of his middle finger into you, testing your wetness. You hummed, rocking onto it, taking him deeper. He tutted softly, palm grinding against your clit, the roughness enough to send little jolts of pleasure through your body.
It didnât take long for you to take the entirety of his finger, body jerking as he added his ring finger. He curled his fingers, a quiet, broken moan leaving your lips. He chuckled against your skin. Remus let you ride his fingers, scissoring and curling them expertly until his fingertips grazed some spongy spot inside of you. A strangled gasp echoed through the dark room.
Something tightened in your abdomen, your walls fluttering around Remusâ fingers. He grinned, thumb swiping over your clit in a much more targeted manner. Your hips rolled uncontrollably. Remus kept up with the circling of your bundle of nerves, every inch of your body taut as the coil went tight. He smirked as you gripped his hair and pulled him over to you, a clash of lips and tongue as your orgasm washed over you. Your legs tightened around his arm as you ride out the waves of your orgasm, thighs slick with cum by the time itâs over.
Remus withdrew his fingers with a squelch, immediately sticking them in his mouth and licking them clean. You whined, pussy clenching on nothing as he rearranged himself, turning to sit with his back pressed against the armrest of the couch, the cushions to his left. Your grin was hazy with lust and sleep, but you straddled him all the same.
He gave his dick a few pumps, precum spread along the shaft to help ease any pain. Your eyes hungrily took in the way his fingers looked wrapped around his pretty cock. His hands shook as he aligned himself with your opening.
You whined with sensitivity as he gently guided you into his dick, the head prodding at your entrance. You slowly sink down, pausing every few moments to accommodate the girth of him. Remusâ dick was longer than the others, and fairly large all things considered. It took you ages to get used to the feeling. Your pussy stretched, stuffed full as you rocked your hips to ease any uncomfortable sensation.
Remus hissed as you did so, shallowly thrusting to help you along. Soon enough, youâd taken him completely, bodies flush to each other. You clenched hard around him, relishing in the throaty moan that fell from his lips. His hands palmed at your arse, urging you to still as he gathered himself. You tilted your head forward, forehead pressed against his, noses touching. He tightened his grip on you, arms coming to twine around your waist. The closeness had your heart aching.
A few moments passed before you gave an experimental roll of your hips, Remus responding with a sharp thrust. The two of you found a rhythm, grinding and thrusting against one another in an almost lazy manner, relishing in each otherâs touch. Heat spread through your entire body, turning your limbs soft and your mind fuzzy. You pressed another kiss to his lips.
Remus adjusted his arms, letting one of his hands come down to your pussy and swiping across your clit. You shivered against him. Pleasure snaked up your spine as he circled your sensitive clit, his body responding in kind. With every thrust, his balls tightened and throbbed, urging him to spill inside of you. You clenched around him again.
âFuck, fuck-â
Broken groans and gasps muffled only by locked lips filled the space, along with Remusâ murmurs. You let your head fall to his shoulder, the vibrations of his voice lulling you closer to your orgasm.
âSâgood fâme, sâpretty, so tight.â He was babbling, his last word punctuated by a sharp thrust, hitting a spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. You moaned, thighs trembling as something deep inside you knotted and tightened. His thrusts turned sloppy and frantic. You rolled your hips in time with his movements, every swipe across your clit sending you hurtling towards an edge.
Remusâ dick throbbed inside of you, and then you were in free fall, gasping and moaning as your pussy clenched like a vice around him. He grunted, following you in climax. He coated your inner walls, still rocking against you as you both came back down to earth.
You shook, falling limp in his lap. He chuckled wearily, both of you hissing as he slid out, pliable in his arms as he nuzzled into your breasts.
âMoony?â
In your chase of pleasure, the two of you didnât hear the opening and closing of a bedroom door, nor the padding of bare feet on hardwood floors. You nearly jumped out of Remusâ lap in surprise, your head whipping around to face Sirius. He stood in the entrance to the hallway with messy hair and an amused expression. You settled into Remusâ arms again.
âAnd what do you two think youâre doing?â You huffed, reaching out a hand and making grabby motions towards your husband. He smiled widely, quiet as he crossed the room and settled beside you. His gray eyes swept over your naked bodies, at the wetness that coated each of your thighs and the glow of your faces.
âCouldâve asked me to join.â The words came out petulant, and if it wasnât 4am youâd be laughing loudly. You hummed.
âYou could join us now?â Sleep lined his face, though it was rapidly leaving as the seconds ticked by and you both remained unclothed next to him. Sirius sighed dramatically before shifting his body to curl up next to the two of you. Remus remained quiet, his thumb tracing circles on your left hip.
âDunno if âm up for itâŠâ You buried your fingers in Remusâ brown hair, peppering kissing along his cheeks and forehead. He scrunched his nose at the affection, though his eyes bled a warmth you knew meant he enjoyed it. Sirius halfheartedly pouted next to you. You tugged on the hair at the nape of Remusâ neck, lips trailing down from his jaw to his bobbing Adamâs apple, ignoring the way Sirius squirmed beside you. Remus panted as you continued your ministrations, skin decorated in a mosaic of rapidly reddening skin.
âNope, enough. My turn.â Sirius all but dragged you away from his lap, tugging you into him like a child would his favorite toy. You rolled your eyes. He nuzzled into your hair, which by now had turned into a haphazard mess from sleeping and sex.
âIâm glad youâre alive, darling.â You nodded against him, sleep pulling at you more harshly than before. You yawned, choosing instead to burrow into his chest and close your eyes. Sirius ran a hand up and down your backâa soothing tactic heâd learned from Remus.
âTomorrow?â He murmured against your temple. You snuggled closer to him and hummed, blindly reaching out to grab ahold of Remusâ hand. Warm fingers intertwined with yours and you sighed contently, finally letting your body sleep again.
At some point during the early hours of the morning, one of the boys had wrapped you up in a blanket and moved you to lay down. Sirius curled his long body around yours, one arm draped around your waist to hold you in place. Soft voices rose from the kitchen, leaving you groaning as it pulled you from dreamless oblivion.
âMorning, love.â Gentle fingers grazed over your hair, tucking it behind your ear. You preened at Lilyâs soft touch. She giggled quietly. James whispered something to Remus, to which the taller man elbowed him in the ribs. He yelped, huffing laughter filling the room. Sirius groaned, tightening his grip on you and forcing you back into the warm cocoon heâd created for you. Lily clicked her tongue.
âHere.â
She offered one of the longer pillows on the floor and the two of you maneuvered it to replace your body. You grimaced at the state of your body. Neither you nor Remus cleaned up afterwards, leaving your thighs a now crusty mess.
Lily laughed, tossing you your shirt as she sauntered into the kitchen. You padded towards them, all too aware of your bare lower half. Remus smirked at your shyness and ran a finger along the bare skin of your arm, shivers following in its wake.
âSo what time do you want to leave?â You glanced at the clock. 11:28am.
By now, the sun had well risen, which meant youâd probably see at least one or two other people at the potions âlabâ. It truly wasnât even a lab, originally starting out as a storage room at Headquarters.
âUh,â you scrunched up your nose. âGive me thirty minutes?â
You didnât leave until an hour later, Sirius still asleep on the couch and the other two pouring over defensive spells to practice. Lily clasped your hand as the two of you apparated away.
The ground disappeared from under you and suddenly reappeared, shiny hardwood floors replaced with dingy old ones. Lily stumbled a little beside you. You eyed her, her pale face twisted from nausea and tinged a faint green.
âLily, I actually wanted to ask you something.â Her eyes were wide as she turned to you, though you were already moving across the room and offering her a rubbish bin. She took it, a grateful and sheepish expression on her face, as though she wasnât sure if she would end up puking or not. Candles lined the space, adding additional light to the small window. You breathed a sigh of relief. The two of you were safe here, and potions were something you understood better than any other.
The walls were lined with used and unused bottles, ingredients in large glass jars, and bubbling cauldrons. Vapor from the potions spilled out along the floor, seeming to wrap around the legs of the tables before dissipating. You hummed as you looked from the potion of pain relief youâd been brewing.
The sound of gagging drew your eyes to Lily, and just a few moments later, she was vomiting into the container. Her eyes watered as she chucked up her breakfast, grimacing at the acidic feeling in her throat. You offered a look of sympathy and a little bag you'd packed just in case something like this happened.
âItâs so gross.â
You canât help but snort at her dejected words, intentionally ignore her pointed glare.
âTake this.â After pressing a vial into her palm (a stomach soother that had been used by pregnant witches for ages), you begin to gather up all the supplies youâll need to perform a pregnancy test. You wanted to get this done privately, without the boys hounding you or anyone else noticing.
Lily frowned as you closed and locked the door, motioning for her to take a seat at the large table youâd set up everything on.
âSo I have a feeling,â youâd have to broach the topic carefully. A child, in times like these? You were losing a magical war because the Order of the Phoenix refused to fight dirtyânot that you would ever say that aloud. But to bring a baby into the world with no certainty that youâd be alive to see them grow? Lily had once mentioned to you that she did want kids. That sheâd wanted to be a mother.
You didnât necessarily share the same sentiment, though you knew the risks of unprotected sex just the same as anyone else. Luck has been on your side up until now.
âI think youâre pregnant.â Time stopped.
Lilyâs lips parted and she seemed to be frozen, though the frantic look in her eyes was enough to tell you she hadnât. You reached across the wooden surface of the table and grabbed her hand, squeezing her fingers. She squeezed back, green eyes glazed.
Her cheeks flushed and you moved around the table to sit beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
âAre you sure? It could just be stress-â
You raised a brow, motioning to the items before you. There was a chance it was simply a scare. It couldnât hurt to test it, though the implications threatened to make your heart explode.
âWhat ifâŠâ Her voice was thick with something you couldnât place.
âIt doesnât matter. It could be a scare, but even if it isnât, weâve got time to figure it out.â
Her messy braid bobbed as she nodded, though her face remained dazed. You sighed, running a finger along the shape of her arm. Goosebumps followed your finger but Lily ignored it. With most situations, sheâd shake off how she felt and put on a brave face, but a baby was throwing her off more than she mustâve been prepared for.
âLetâs just see, yeah?â
Lily grimaced in discomfort as the two of you apparated back home, trembling with nervous energy. Her free hand and fingers were constantly flexing beside her, eyes still as glazed as they were several hours ago. The only difference now was the way her hand would occasionally drift to her belly, then drop back down as though she was afraid it somehow wasnât real. You squeezed the hand you were holding, tugging her into you and wrapping your other arm around her shoulders.
âLils, Iâm gonna need you to calm down, yeah? Everything is gonna be fine.â She huffed, but all you could do was grin. Anything was better than the state of shock sheâd seemingly gone into. Maybe if you hadnât been so caught up in the woman before you, youâd have noticed the morose atmosphere of the place you called home.
She squeezed you tighter.
âYou promise?â A breath of laughter escaped you before you responded with, âOf course.â
You broke apart, light finally entering her eyes again. A gentle, happy smile crossed her lips. There was movement in another room, but you paid it no mind as you crossed the living room floor, the potion bottles in your bag clinking together. Following a positive pregnancy test, youâd spent much of your time decanting multiple potions while Lily began to brew new ones. She didnât seem to mind whenever you checked over her work to make sure she did it right.
âJames?â
You heard muffled voices down the hall, but it was the lack of response that had you pausing and drawing your wand. Lily did the same.
The two of you pressed forward through the house, apprehension coiling in your gut. Had someone found you all? Were the boys alright? Were they hurt?
You rounded the hallway, entering the only lit bedroom with a resigned face. If they were hurt, or god forbid, dead, what were you going to do? The thought was pushed away as soon as it entered your mind. No, they werenât dead.
It was the sob that alerted you to something wrong, something that perhaps didnât involve Death Eaters torturing your husbands. The door swung open to reveal a blotchy faced Sirius, still devastatingly beautiful with his watery grey eyes. James knelt beside him, rubbing a comforting hand on his thigh as Remus half-held him.
âAre you alright? What happened?â
James opened his mouth as if to speak, but was cut off by both Siriusâ glare and voice.
âIâm fine.â
You sighed, pocketing your wand and shooing the boys away. Lily fidgeted, unstable in the emotional whiplash of the last twenty-four hours, and you grabbed Jamesâ arm.
âLily wants to make a cake. Help her?â He nodded, sending one last distraught look towards his husband before exiting the room with Remus and Lily in tow. You turned back to the raven haired man.
âI thought we promised not to lie to each other anymore.â
He ran a hand over his face, wiping away the tears that streaked down his cheeks. Something lit up in his eyes. A fire you knew well, too well, perhaps. You raised a brow at the anger that rose up within him.
âYou werenât here. Do you have any idea what it was like to wake up after last night and see that you were gone?â Your eyes softened and you moved to sit next to him. He flinched away from you. âI thought Iâd made up the whole thing, thought maybe youâd actually died and I had fooled myself into thinking you were real.â
ââM right here, Siri. Iâm alive, and breathing.â He shook his head, shaggy curls frantically moving as he did so. Each of you deserved better than this, you thought. None of it was fair.
âYou almost werenât.â You nodded. Nothing you could say would change the fact that you jumped into harmâs way to protect James. Youâd do it again in a heartbeat, though you knew for a fact they would hate to hear that. Sirius picked at the skin by his nails, prying at already inflamed and tender skin.
âLove,â you wrapped a hand over Siriusâ trembling fingers. His expression continued to flash between anger and distress, tears lining his eyes. He kept his gaze on your joined hands. Pots and pans were clinking in the kitchen, punctuated occasionally by Remusâ soft laughter. You glanced out the open door.
âYou can be as angry as you want with me, but youâre not allowed to push me away.â
He leaned his head back, swallowing hard. Silence stretched. You let it, focusing on the steady drum on your heartbeat and breath. Sirius fell into your breathing pattern.
With a low, hoarse whisper, Sirius turned to you. âI canât lose any of you.â
You sighed, opening your arms and drawing him close. He pressed his face into your neck, cold nose pressing against your warm skin. You hummed and threaded your fingers through his hair.
âI promise to do what I can to keep myself alive.â
As you attempted to move, he gripped onto your coat, fingers tight on the dark wool blend. It proved a struggle to get up with him latched onto you, but you managed. The two of you shuffled down the hall towards the kitchen. Remus had pushed James away in favor of helping Lily mix up the ingredients, bumping hips every few minutes and exchanging soft smiles. James pouted off to the side, likely exiled due to his overeager attitude towards anything kitchen related.
Nearly all the prep work had been done already, and you shared a knowing look with Lily. Leftovers from the day before would be eaten tonight, finished off with a cake youâd decorate to let the boys know theyâd be fathers. Lily seemed infatuated with the idea, and after convincing you she insisted on using blue frosting in the middle. You sighed against Sirius, leaning into his body. The great thing about magic was you were able to see what the sex of the baby was far earlier. Lilyâs gasp and subsequent teary eyes had you agreeing to just about anything.
You discarded your coat along with your bag of potion vials, gently tossing it over the side of Jamesâ favorite armchair, shuffling next to the man. Sirius remained by you, clinging to your form. James wrapped an arm over your shoulders, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You buried your face into his chest. The three of you stayed there, wrapped up in each other, as Remus and Lily finished stirring the box cake mixture and poured it into the pan. Remus dropped it gently back into the counter, hoping to remove any bubbles. The ovenâs soft beep let you know that it was ready. Your heart turned gooey warm and soft at the sight of Remus putting the cake into the oven and turning to wrap his arms around Lily.
âHeat up the food, would you?â Lily directed the request towards your trio, settling into Remusâ warmth. Sirius huffed beside you. He complied with little complaints, exhausted from the day heâd had. You melted further into Jamesâ side.
Dinner was a quiet affair.
The lot of you spent most of your time actually enjoying the food youâd previously rushed through eating, comfortable silence broken only by the quiet noise coming from the radio. At some point, Remus got up to take the cake out of the oven, setting it on a hot pad to cool.
You glanced at Lily as James asked, âHow were the potions?â
She paused, taking a sip of water as her green eyes flickered between the both of you. You sighed.
âIt was fine. I got my next batch of pain killers bottled.â James nodded along. Sirius narrowed his eyes at Lily before looking at you expectantly. You shrugged, choosing to get up to check on the cake. You patted Remusâ shoulder as you went. âAnyone fancy a cuppa?â
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body piercer!joel miller x f!reader
genre: explicit smut, minors dni, modern au, no outbreak au
word count: 4.7k
summary: you finally go and get your nipples pierced.
warnings: reader has tattoos & has flat/small nipples which is the only physical description in this fic, nipple play, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, joel miller with a tongue piercing, lots of teasing, sexual tension, tattoo kink??? joel is really into them
a/n: this fic literally wouldn't exist if not for @swiftispunk's fic flesh and metal after reading it and screaming about it (and also reading articles about it) this fic was born, enjoy xx
special thanks to @johnwatsn for the beta! đ
Itâs late. The faint buzz of the neon sign is loud in your ears, taunting, mocking you for just staring inside instead of going in. Your face is illuminated with a red hue, the words BODY PIERCING burning into your irises. And despite the tacky neon sign, the inside looks quite clean. You would know, youâve been stalking their Instagram page for a while now.Â
Thereâs no one inside and youâre contemplating whether or not you should just get on with it. The idea of getting your nipples pierced had been a vague thought until recently. You desperately needed a change, you wanted something new and exciting. You wanted to feel sexy again. Your ex had certainly done a decent amount of damage to your self-esteem and that, plus your already low view of yourself, did not help your brain to see the good of you.Â
So many things could go wrong, youâve read multiple articles about it. Your body might reject the piercing, it might leave a scar, irritate it. . .Â
G Suddenly, a brisk burst of frigid air gently caresses your cheeks, causing you to instinctively step back. Your gaze swiftly shifts from the interior of the shop to the door, where you notice that someone has just opened it, allowing the chilly air from the air conditioning inside to spill out.
Joel Miller, the shop's number one body piercer. Your cheeks burn, your pulse quickens, the sound of it flooding your ears. Heâs tall and broad, his brown eyes staring at you with utter amusement. As you continue to just blatantly stare at him, he cocks his head to the side with a crooked smile.Â
âIâm closinâ in half an hour, sweetheart. If youâre thinkinâ of cominâ in, Iâd do it now.âÂ
âOâOh,â you swallow thickly. âI can come back tomorrow if youâre closing up, sorry to bother you.âÂ
He raises an eyebrow, his smile falling, âWell, I didnât quite say that, now, did I?â Come on in, darlinâ. Tell me what you need.âÂ
Tell him what you needâyour heart beats in your throat, the lazy drawl of his words going directly between your legs. You mentally curse at yourself. How touch-starved are you? Heâs just being polite. Youâre the customer, it wouldâve been weird if he just shooed you away.Â
Joel takes a step to the side, silently granting permission for you to enter. You stroll past him, making your way inside without uttering a word. The air conditioning is a blessing on your sweat-soaked skin. Even though you donât have to, you briefly look at your surroundings. Just like your research had entailed, the shop was squeaky clean.Â
âSo,â Joel clears his throat. âWhat can I do you for, sweetheart?âÂ
Some part of you wishes that he could just understand without you having to form the words. You lick the back of your teeth, suddenly itâs very hard to breathe.Â
âI. . . wanted to get my nipples piercedâif thatâs okay?âÂ
âOf course, it is,â he smiles, much softer compared to his crooked smirk from before. âIâm Joel by the way,â he extends his hand and you take it with a sigh of relief, you feel much lighter nowâÂ
âI know.âÂ
Your eyes go wide, both your hands stopping mid-shake. Joelâs amused glance is back again, his smile stretching into a grin, âYou know?âÂ
âI meanâwell, I did research before I came here,â you answer quickly, aggressively almost, and release his hand. His grin only wides, a puff of air escaping his nostrils. âSo thatâs how I know your name.âÂ
âArenât you the cautious one,â he turns on his heel and points towards the back. âIf youâre set on what you want we can just head inside, I can explain the rest there.âÂ
âSure.âÂ
Just as you both take a step you remember what you initially wanted to ask before going through with it and stop. Joel senses your lack of movement, turning around, you notice the furrow between his brow. âI actually wanted to ask something before we went on with it.âÂ
âIâm all ears.âÂ
Oh god, this is embarrassing, âSo. . . my nipples are. . .flatâor is it more proper to call it small? I donât know. Would that be an issue?âÂ
The glimmer in his eyes returns full force, his expression of worry melting away, âIâve never met a nipple I couldnât pierce,â he teases. âSo no need to worry that pretty head of yours.âÂ
âDo you sweet talk with all your clients?â you ask, your lips twitching into a smile. You donât know what it is, but you feel comfortable with him. Maybe itâs because youâve been stalking his shop for so long. Either way, itâs a nice feeling.Â
âOnly with the ones that know my name before I meet them.â His eyes gradually move up and down your body, eating you up. His tongue darts out and swipes over his bottom lip. You notice the faint shimmer that belongs to a silver tongue piercing. âAnd the ones thatâve been starinâ into my shop for least an hour.âÂ
Joel takes a step closer and you feel your breath dissipating from your lungs. Dark, charcoal eyes sweep across your face. Your heartbeat is like a fearful hummingbird, hitting the bone cage in rapid succession. You swallow. By some miracle, you hold his gaze.Â
âYou ready to go, little rabbit?âÂ
All the tension drains from your bones and you burst out laughing, âRabbit?â you giggle, your amusement only growing when you see his wide smile. âWhat the hell?âÂ
âThereâs that pretty smile,â he hums, pulling back. Joel stuffs his hands into his pockets. âNow that youâre relaxed we can get to business. We can stop whenever, so donât feel pressured when youâre in the chair. You can just leave.âÂ
You nod along as you follow him inside. Youâre relieved when you see that itâs a spacious room with bright lighting that doesnât irritate your eyes.Â
âFirst things first, let's pick out the piercing.â Joel walks towards one of the small glass cases and pulls out one of the drawers. Your excitement builds as he presents them to you. âAny ticklinâ your fancy?âÂ
The light above gleams against the glass, there are so many and for a split second, you want them all. You never thought you would be labeling piercings as pretty. Looking them over, you decide you definitely want barbells instead of hoops. Now the question is which barbell one do you want?Â
âSo many,â you mutter, eyes scanning over them again and again. You see one that says âcum hereâ on each heart-shaped barbell. Thereâs a couple of them that say different things; kiss here, bite me, lick meâ a shudder rolls down your spine. Your mind instantly fills with indecent thoughts, most of them staring at the man still patiently holding the glass case. You bite the inside of your cheek.Â
You bet he has the most skillful tongueâ
âOh, that one!â you exclaim suddenly, pointing at one in the shape of a heart. Itâs decorated in shimmering rhinestones, the metal gold. When he inserts it, the heart would be framing your nipple. âItâs so cute.âÂ
âYou like shiny things, huh?â he smiles. âYou gotta good eye, itâll look good on you.âÂ
Your breath catches in your throat, âThanks.âÂ
âNow lay on the bed, darlinâ.âÂ
It takes you a second to realize heâs talking about the piercing bed. Youâre about to lay on it before he stops you with a raised hand. âTake off your top.âÂ
âMost guys buy me dinner first.âÂ
âHar har very funny,â he rolls his eyes but heâs smiling, which in return makes you lightheaded. The expression is like a drug and you want to see more of it. More and more and more. âBesides, if you have a flat nipple Iâm gonna need to stimulate it.âÂ
âExcuse me?âÂ
Joel is unaware of your blundering, he arranges the fresh, disposable drape and sterile forceps, placing it on the small portable workstation, âIf youâre uncomfortable with that I can use the suction device too,â he answers nonchalantly. You watch breathlessly as he pulls on his black rubber gloves and finally turns to you. He raises an eyebrow. âWhyâs your top still on?âÂ
âIâI just wasnât aware nipple play was involved.âÂ
âYou do realize where youâre gettinâ pierced right?â his lips twitch up. âYouâre not drunk, are you sweetheart?âÂ
âVery funny,â you answer, mimicking his tone from before. âBut anyway, okay, I guess Iâm just a bit nervous.âÂ
âUnderstandable,â you point towards the endless draws. âWant me to get the suction device?âÂ
âGod, no,â you let out a low chuckle. âYour fingers are just fine.âÂ
âNever had any complaints before.âÂ
Your stomach jumps, arousal caressing your skin similar to a summer breeze. The darkness in his eyes is back, his gaze intense and nerve-wracking.Â
âWill it hurt?â you mumble.Â
âI ainât gonna lie so yeah, it will.âÂ
âHow much?âÂ
âDepends, really.âÂ
Your shoulders drop.Â
âMine didnât hurt that bad, to be honest, but my pain tolerance is quite high,â he mutters to himself rather than to you. He follows up with another sentence, probably something to soothe your worry but your brain is locked on to something very specific he just said.Â
âYou have nipple piercings?â you ask incredulously. âReally?âÂ
âI do, though it was more of a bet kind of situation. My brother loooves causing me trouble,â he sighs and crosses his arms over the expanse of his chest. âBut jokeâs on him because I liked how they looked so I kept them.âÂ
âCan. . . Can I see?âÂ
âYou gonna be a good girl and keep still when I pierce you?â Joel teases. You nod furiously, lips pressed tightly together. âAâright then.â He curls his fingers into the hem of his shirt and lifts it. Your eyes are glued to his chestâhis entire torso. You see the way a soft trail of draw hair starts from his bellybutton and disappears under his jeans, you see the soft swell of his stomach, the muscleâyour eyes move up, you finally see his nipples, pierced, just like he said, with silver barbells. You lean closer, your ass at the very edge of the piercing bed.Â
Joel suddenly drops his shirt, hiding away, he shrugs, âNothinâ fancy, but still, I likeâem,â saying that, he takes a seat on his chair and sways a bit thanks to the wheels underneath.
âDoââ you lick the back of your teeth. âDo they make it more sensitive?âÂ
His smirk makes your heart skip a beat, âWouldnât you like to know,â he points to your shirt. âNow off.âÂ
Without a word, you peel off your shirt and unhook your bra. Joelâs eyes widen momentarily, his breath hitching at the sight of your bare torso. Youâre confused for a moment. Surely, in his line of work, heâs seen many tits beforeâÂ
Then you realize heâs staring at your tattoos.Â
You donât have many, though you guess compared to others you do have many. Joelâs gaze lingers on your chest piece, two hands reaching towards each other with the sun and moon in between, decorating the dip between your breasts without going too deep. The blood rush of your body fills your ears, and your lips part with a gasp, his eyes instantly snap to your lips. You see the way his Adamâs apple bobs when he swallows.Â
âDidnât know you were tattooed, darlinâ.âÂ
âYou like tattoos?â you ask, your voice hoarse and barely there. âI have more on my back.âÂ
You swear his pupils dilate, âIâd love to see them after. If youâll let me.âÂ
âSure,â you answer with a weak smile. âI donât see a reason not to.âÂ
He wheels closer, eyes dropping to your breasts. You look away. Your cheeks feel unreasonably warm despite the air conditioning running. Goosebumps blossom over every patch of skin. His mouth is too close, the warmth of his breath fans your chest, a pleasant tingle echoing over your breasts.Â
Youâve always felt a bit awkward about your nipples. They always seemed silly compared to your breast size, especially when you started seeing other nipples.Â
âIâm gonna touch you now,â he says softly, dragging you away from your thoughts. âIâm gonna massage it a bit to work it out, aâright?âÂ
You nod and hold your breath simultaneously. He does your right nipple first. Just like he said, he massages the flesh closest to your nipple, easing it out. It feels good, undeniably so. The pads of his fingers work delicately. Deep down you wish he didnât have to wear the gloves. Your body aches for his heat, his bare touch on your naked skin. Joel pinches a bit hard and you flinch, he mumbles an apology. You donât have it in you to tell him that it didnât actually hurt, rather, it felt good.Â
Soft whimpers threaten to escape your lips so you bite into the bottom one, hard. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to regulate your breathing with deep inhales. His thumb swipes over your, now hard, nipple. âThere we go,â he says.Â
You donât open your eyes. Pain blossoms from the flesh of your lips, you feel them starting to swell.Â
âHey,â Joelâs hand cups the side of your face, then you feel his thumb easing out your lips from between your teeth. âYouâre gonna hurt yourself like that. Are you okay?âÂ
How are you supposed to tell him that youâre just turned on? That this has been the most action youâve had in months?Â
âIâm okay,â you answer. His brows furrow in disbelief and you canât really blame him. You let out a long sigh. âIâm fine, I promise. I just got a little worked up.âÂ
âWorked up?â His smile is back and in response, you want to bury your head in the sand. âWhat dâyou mean?âÂ
His hand slides to your waist, squeezing it gently. You stick your bottom lip out. âYou know what I mean.âÂ
âHmmm, maybe,â his voice drips with cruel teasing, his thumb begins to draw lazy circles around your skin. You think heâs going to say something else but his gaze once again drops to your chest. âLooks like it disappeared, gonna need to work it out again.âÂ
You expect his fingersâmaybe for him to pinch a bit harder this time.Â
What you donât expect, however, is his burning mouth on your cold skin.Â
âOh, fuckââ you gasp, your body instinctively arching towards him. He groans as a response, taking more of you into his mouth. His tongue flicks your peaked nipple. You feel his teeth nipping the tender flesh and you gasp once more, a sharp moan rattling in your throat.Â
His eyes look up at you, momentarily he parts away, his lips are swollen, spit glistening at his lips, âThis okay?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
And he continues to devour you.Â
Your fingers bite into the leather bed, he laps at the pebbled flesh, purposefully rubs the tongue piercing into it. The sudden hardness of metal makes you jump and then melt into it, he repeats the movement of his tongue again and again, swirling it until your thighs start to shake. His hands briefly move to your tattoo, thick fingers dancing along the ink.Â
âSo sensitive,â he murmurs, directing his attention to your other nipple. He flicks at it first then closes his lips around it. Your underwear is sticky with slick, your legs in constant motion to relieve some of the tension from your throbbing clit. He cups your mound, presses his fingers into your clothed slit. âBe patient, Iâm gettinâ there.â He sucks on your nipple and teases the other with his fingers, pinching and pulling them.Â
âWonât be able to do this when we pierce them,â he growls, teeth sinking into your nipple, he flicks his tongue over it. âAnd you better not let anyone else touchâem too.âÂ
Your head falls back with a groan. He flicks his tongue again when you grind into his palm, the friction not enough to quench your need for him. You grip his shoulder, urging him to move back. He does. You immediately feel guilty at the worry crossing his eyes.Â
You grip his shirt, slightly sliding it up his stomach, âCan I see how sensitive you are?âÂ
A brush of color spreads from his neck to his cheeks. You smile. Red looks good on him.Â
He stands up, the chair wheeling away. Joel is quick to discard his shirt and youâre glad that the piercing bed makes it so that youâre in perfect tasting range. You spread your legs wider as he comes closer, taking his place between them. His skin touches your own, his warmth overwhelming yet welcomed.Â
You kiss his neck first. Then his collar bone, you suck on his skin, teasing the sensitive flesh with your teeth. He shudders. Slowly you make your way down, your thumbs push at the pierced nipples and he moans behind gritted teeth. Smiling sweetly at him, you swirl your tongue around one, playing with the other. Your tongue moves over the bead of the piercing, you tilt it which in return twists the nipple. Another tremble overwhelms him, his body curling around you even further. The outline of his cock is prominent through his jeans, his body impulsively grinding against your stomach. You moan at the hardness, and he moans at the pressure.Â
âFuck, thatâs nice,â he rasps, hips jerking. âBut letâs take care of you now, I bet your panties are soaked, darlinâ.âÂ
Fuck, it is.Â
Joel drags his lips down your cheek, he kisses your neck slowly, the metal on his tongue forcing a shudder up your spine and making you curious about how itâll feel on your cunt.Â
âWant to eat you out from behind, sweetheart, wanna see those tattoos.âÂ
His hands are a constant on your skin as you hop off the bed and bend over, he helps you with your jeans, reaching around and unbuttoning it for you. The fabric suddenly feels too tight on your skin and you need to get rid of itânow.Â
The harsh fabric pools at your ankles and you kick them away. His fingers play with the elastic of your underwear, pulling and twisting. The heft of him rubs between the crease, thick cock straining against his zipper. You expect him to take off his jeans too. Your piercer is full of surprises, though, and instead of doing the predictable thing, he continues to roll his hips whilst tracing the pads of his fingers over tattoos.Â
âFuck, theyâre beautiful, sweetheart,â he mumbles. His touch is ticklish, yet arousing at the same time. More slick gathers at the fabric. Youâre desperate for his touch. By the movement of his fingers you guess which of them heâs stroking. First, itâs the fox that stretches over your spine, beams of sun framing its face. Then itâs the smoke-like lines that are closer to your shoulder and the other one near your hip. Joel canât seem to get enough of it. His palms are flat against inky skin, trying to feel the thought of you while you got them.Â
You gasp at the touch of soft lips and soft tongue. He licks a slow line up your spine, tracing over the fox and sunlight. By pure instinct you bend over further, your breasts completely pressed against the leather. Youâve never been more glad to have tattoos in your goddamn lifeâheâs worshipping them, the figures that adorn your skin.Â
His velvet tongue is replaced by sharp teeth, your back arches, ass pressing further into his clothed cock. Joel trembles and follows your eager movements with another tender bite.Â
âI love them,â he mouths over the inky smoke near your shoulder. âI love feeling you, touching you. I could just do this for hours. You feel amazinâ against my skin, my sweet little rabbit.âÂ
This time you donât laugh at the absurd nickname. His name drips from your damp lips like honey, sweet to say and sticking to your tongue.Â
His hand dips between your legs and his mouth moves down to your ass, he kisses the plump flesh as two fingers stroke you from over the fabric of your underwear. His groan reverberates on your skin, teeth skimming the flesh, âFuck, you actually are soaked,â Joel hums and slips them under, gathering you around his fingers. âAll this for me?âÂ
âYes,â you gasp, raising your hips. âP-Pleaseââ
Joel shushes you, âI know, sweetheart, I know,â he gets down to his knees and as he does, a small grunt leaves his lips.Â
âAre you okay?â you ask.Â
âJust fine,â he kisses your pussy and youâre instantly melting towards his mouth, a groan ripping from your throat. âA sacrifice Iâm willinâ to make.âÂ
Joel doesnât give you the chance to reply or offer to change positions, he slides your panties to the side, licking into you hungrily. You shudder and your upper body jolts, forming the perfect arch. He presses deeper. Licking and teasing your clit with the tip. He cups both sides of your ass and gives them a gentle smack. Your eyes roll at the mild pain, your slick coating his lips, tongue, and chin. The rough hairs of his beard chafe your skin, only adding to the pleasure.Â
âTaste so good, beautiful,â Smack. âGonna fuckinâ ruin you, make you come until thereâs a goddamn puddle on the floor.âÂ
âOh godââ you choke on air, a moan locking in your throat the same time youâre trying to gasp for air. His words and the swirl of his tongue are downright sinful. He flattens his tongue and parts your folds with the soft muscle, teasing your entrance.Â
Joel pulls you back against him, his lips teaching your clit, your jaw drops, a jolt of pleasure rushing through you and tightening your nipples. Itâs filthy, thatâs all you can think. If someone walked through those doors right this instant, they would see his face between your cheeks, drinking from you like a man dying of thirst.Â
Your head drops, mouth flooding with saliva, you roll your hips; begging, asking for more. He gives it to you. Two thick fingers slide into you with ease, his mouth leaving wet open-mouthed kisses on your ass.Â
âGonna come for me?â he asks, voice full of gravel. âCome on, give it to me, let me see how your pussy throbs, sweetheart.âÂ
He curls his fingers and you imagine him smirking as he breaks you apart. You cry out his name, your entire body shuddering as if lightning struck it, âThatâs it, thatâs it, thatâs it. . .â He continues to thrust his fingers in and out, you feel yourself dripping, imagine yourself making a puddle just like he asked for. âGive it to me, honey. Youâre fuckinâ beautiful, look at you. . .âÂ
Joel spreads you with his fingers and delves back into you, he draws circles around your clit, his jaw constantly moving with every lick. He doesnât stop until heâs coaxing another orgasm out of youâyour head fills with bliss, your body lifeless.Â
When heâs done feasting, he slowly gets up with his hands sliding to your back. He leans down to pepper more kisses onto your tattoos, your skin tingling and singing at the contact.Â
âLetâs get you cleaned up,â he murmurs, lips sucking at your neck. âThen letâs get those pretty nipples pierced.âÂ
âWâWhat about you?â you ask breathlessly.Â
Joel helps you sit back up on the bed, you part your legs so he can come closer, he accepts the invitation with a wide smile, âI have a feelinâ weâll be seeinâ more of each other, sweetheart. You can make it up to me then.âÂ
Your heart skips a beat and your lips part.Â
You have a strong feeling that heâs right.Â
With gloved hands, Joel carefully opens a sterile needle package. You watch with rapt attention as he takes out the fresh needle, inspecting it. Your body is still thrumming with pleasure, your head still swimming in a daze. All you can hear is his breathing.
He had already walked you through everything while preparing for the procedure. No touching, no swimming. You had to clean them softly in the shower and that was meant to be the only source of water your nipples touch for a while. If there was any irritation or marks, you were to reach out immediately.Â
Honestly, you found it cute that heâd gotten so serious all of a sudden. It was nice to see him so professional too, so competent.Â
He comes closer and your body seizes. You hold your breath. With a sudden need to distract yourself, your eyes linger on to the walls. Your brows furrow in surprise when you notice the tattoo designs. You thought this was only a piercing shop.Â
âYou do tattoos too?â you ask nervously.Â
âMy brother does,â he answers. âHe works the tattoo side of the business and I do the piercings.âÂ
âItâs nice that itâs in the family. . .âÂ
âSweetheart, I know what youâre doinâ. Youâll be fine I promise.âÂ
âOkay. I trust you mister man-I-just-met.âÂ
He grins, âYou didnât seem to have a problem with it ten minutes ago.âÂ
âTouchĂ©.âÂ
Joel prompts you to lay on the piercing table, he approaches you with a reassuring smile on his face. You can feel your heart racing as you nervously anticipate the pain of getting your nipples pierced, you imagine the worst, your heart beating in tune with your fear.Â
He carefully cleans the area around your nipples and marks the spot where the piercing will go. He double-checks the placement with you to ensure you're happy with it. You give a slight nod, still feeling a bit apprehensive.
âSuch a good girl for me,â he murmurs. âItâll only hurt for a second.âÂ
With steady hands, Joel takes the needle. You feel a sharp pinch as it punctures through your skin, but the pain dissipates quickly. You let out a small whimper, âItâs okay, itâs okay, just a bit more,â he comforts you and you nod with a long exhale.Â
After the needle is through, he quickly follows it with the jewelry, securing it in place. You watch in awe as he attaches the beautiful barbells to your nipples, the adrenaline and endorphins making the pain feel less than it is.
Once the piercings are in place, Joel gently cleans the blood before you can get a look.
âAaand done, tell me what you think.âÂ
Youâre surprised that he has a mirror in hand when you sit back up. Your gaze finds your reflection and an instant smile spreads across your face.Â
âYou likeâem?â he asks, his tone shy.Â
âLike them?â you gasp. âI love them! Thank you!âÂ
âOh thatâs a relief,â he leans back into the chair, slightly rolling away with a relieved smile. âNo matter how many times I do it, I still get nervous.âÂ
âI definitely love them,â you say, you get up to wear your shirt but end up wincing at the sharp pain. You look at Joel between squinted eyes. âWhen did you say the pain would stop again?âÂ
âItâs gonna take a while,â he answers with a sympathetic smile. âYou donât know how much your nipples touch stuff until you getâem pierced.âÂ
âWell, at least they look good.âÂ
He shoots you a wink, âThey sure do, little rabbit.âÂ
âThat nickname is still ridiculous.âÂ
âShould I remind you that the last time I used it you came on my tongue?âÂ
âNope no reminder needed,â you put your shirt back on, smiling. âIâm still going through the aftershocks.âÂ
âGood,â he stands with you, hands on your waist, he pulls you as close as he can without your nipples touching his chest. âSo, you wanna go out?â Joelâs gaze drops to your chest and he licks his lips, âGotta make sure youâre takinâ care of them properly.âÂ
âMy hero.âÂ
#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x fem!reader#joel miller smut#joel miller au#joel miller fanfic#tlou fanfic#the last of us fanfic#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal character fanfic#scheduled post
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When Flowers Bloom In The Dark [Chapter 4]
Genre: Romance, Mafia!AU, Violence, Angst, Slow burn
Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)
Characters: Florist!Reader, Mafioso!Hongjoong, Mafioso!Seonghwa, Mafioso!Yunho, Mafioso!Yeosang, Mafioso!San, Mafioso!Mingi, Mafioso!Wooyoung, Mafioso!Jongho
Summary:Â When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?
[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]
Word count: 3.3K
Chapter warning(s): Character is injured, mentions of bruises, cuts, broken ribs and possibly other injuries.
"Hongjoong sshi?!" You gasped at the slumped figure that was leaning against the wall. Shining the torch on him, he squinted, he was covered in bruises and definitely bleeding somewhere.
"Hide me..." He breathed out, clutching onto his side as his face scrunched up in pain. You put your phone aside and went over to help him. You bent down, slipping his arm over your shoulder, helping him stand up. He winced as he stood up.
"Sorry!" You panicked, helping him into your store and closing the backdoor. As carefully as you could, you set him on the ground.
"Should I call an ambulance? Or the police?" You took your phone out but Hongjoong placed his hand over your phone, covering the screen before you could dial.
"No hospital, no police." He groaned.
"What? Are you crazy?! You're injured." You screeched. Hongjoong grasped your hand.
"Calm down... Take a breath... I'm not dying..." He assured. He was the one injured and yet, he had to calm you down as if you were the one that was bleeding.
"Okay. Tell me what I should do." You said shakily.
"Do you know how to treat wounds?" He asked. You nodded your head and decided to move him to the 'office' room.
"Wait here. Let me go get the first aid kit." You helped him lay on the couch you had left there before going to get stuff that you could use. You were not a medical professional but you did know basic wound care. Plus, injuries can always happen in the shop so you try to be as prepared as possible.
"Earlier you asked me to 'hide you'. Are you in danger by being here? Should I move you?" You came back, setting everything down.
"They should be long gone by now... Don't worry, you're not in danger." Hongjoong grunted. You felt your cheeks heat up, he knew what you were thinking about.
"We can talk later, let me fix you up." You began to clean the open cuts and put ointment on the bruises.
"Oww." He hissed when you dabbed the disinfectant over the cut on his eyebrow.
"Sorry." You squeaked and tried to be gentler, if that was even possible. After that, you placed a band aid over it. Once all the visible injuries were looked after, you stared at his shirt.
"C-Could you..." You wanted to hide, you couldn't even ask him to remove his shirt. Hongjoong smirked at your expression and removed his shirt.
"It's just a slash, I wasn't stabbed." He said when you were staring at the bleeding cut right at his ribs. That was the first thing you treated first. Hongjoong felt you look back at him for his expression with each dab of the cotton ball against the cut.
"Your salve works really well, by the way." He cleared his throat, lifting his injured hand up. You stopped, tilting your head in confusion before turning to look at his hand.
"Oh! I forgot about that. I'm glad it could help." You smiled when you remembered treating his hand for him.
"Do you get injured often?" You asked softly, seeing some old scars across his body.
"It's part of the job." He replied honestly. You nodded with a soft hum and quietly continued. You taped a gauze over the place where he was slashed.
"I don't know if you broke your ribs. But until you check them out, I'll tape them in place." Taking some sports tape, you skillfully tape Hongjoong's ribs. Hopefully, he goes to an actual doctor soon.
"I doubt they're badly broken." Hongjoong said with experience.
"All done. I don't think I missed anything." You stepped back with a soft sigh. While Hongjoong put his shirt back on, you were returning your things to their respective places. You grabbed some paracetamol tablets and a towel, wetting it in the bathroom sink, before going back to Hongjoong.
"Here, it's just paracetamol. I don't have anything stronger." You placed the pills in his hand and opened a new bottle of water for him.
"It's enough, thanks." Hongjoong sat up slightly and downed the pills. After he laid back down, you surprised him by reaching out to wipe his face with a wet cloth.
"Sorry! You can wipe it yourself if you'd like. I just thought you might be more comfortable." You stuttered.
"No, you can do it. I was just surprised." He closed his eyes, feeling you continue to wipe the sweat and grime off his face.
"Are you hungry? I can order dinner." You asked.
"(y/n) sshi, you don't have to stay here with me. I'm grateful for what you have done but you can go home. You've probably been busy working the whole day." He told you.
"It's okay, I usually stay late anyway. I've even stayed over a few times before. No big deal." You shrugged.
"Alright but if you want to go home, tell me and I'll leave. I understand that I can't stay because you have to lock up." Hongjoong said. You nodded obediently and took your phone, the both of you scrolling to see what food options there were.
Of course you wouldn't tell Hongjoong to leave. Yes, you barely knew him but he was gravely injured, you weren't ruthless enough to send him away while he was down.
"You should rest until the food comes." You said, taking the small throw blanket and draping it over him.
"What about you?" He blinked.
"I'll go get some work done, clean up a little." You smiled a little and stood up to leave the room, giving him some privacy. You took the time to tend to your plants and check on them.
"Hello? Delivery!" Someone called from the back. You put the broom down and went to open the door for the deliveryman.
"Have a nice evening." The deliveryman bowed. You bowed back to convey your thanks.
"Hongjoo- Woah." You stepped back in shock. When you opened the door, you were not expecting to see him standing there, pressed against the wall. His hand was resting on the waistband of his pants. Was he hiding a weapon? You hadn't even noticed it when you helped him into your shop.
"Just wanted to make sure it wasn't someone else." He said. You nodded stiffly and he stepped aside for you to put the food down on the desk so you could help him back to the couch.
"Let me get the foldable table." You went to the cupboard to get out the small plastic table.
"You really have everything you need here. It's like a house." He chuckled with slight amusement.
"Like I said, I've stayed over before." You giggled and went to get the food. When you came back, Hongjoong had shed his blazer and resting beside him was a knife in a sleeve.
"Sorry." Hongjoong must have sensed your discomfort because he put the knife into the inner pocket of his blazer to hide it.
"Thanks... Here." You handed him chopsticks. You sat on the carpet and Hongjoong slowly moved to sit beside you on the ground as well to eat. After looking through all the restaurants, you both decided to order rose tteokbokki and some fried food.
"Can you reach it?" You pushed the food closer to him so he wouldn't have to reach out too much to get it.
"I'm good." Hongjoong nodded and held his side as he reached to pick up a piece of rice cake. The two of you ate in silence, your mind was racing with too many thoughts now.
"Hongjoong sshi, if you don't mind me asking... Why did you not call your friends? And until now, you still haven't call them." You asked.
"Not worth it for them to go through the trouble. Plus, they'll just nag at me." He replied with a shrug.
"But wouldn't they be worried about you?"
"Maybe... You know what, they probably will worry a lot but it's fine. It's not like I'm running away, they'll see me tomorrow when I return home." He explained. You nodded your head slowly.
"What about your family? They're fine with you staying here overnight?" He asked back.
"Oh... I don't have anyone... I'm on my own so no one to answer to when I don't go home." You replied awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck. Hongjoong mentally cursed, if he had properly read the file that he found about you, he would have known that you didn't have a family.
"B-But it's okay! I'm fine and happy on my own. It's been like that for my whole life so I'm used to it." You quickly added, worried that he would feel guilty for asking.
"I know how you feel, I was on my own for so long as well before I met my brothers." He smiled softly.
"Oh, you're brothers?" Your eyes widened.
"Chosen family, as people call it. A bunch of people that couldn't fit into society came together to form our own family. Sounds a lot like a comic book or movie, right?" He laughed.
"Yes but it's sweet that you all found people that you could rely on." You giggled with a smile.
"I'm grateful for them." He agreed with a nod.
"You know, Mrs Kim used to talk about you all the time and it always made me wonder what it would be like to meet you." You said without a though. But judging from the way Hongjoong stiffened and how the comfortable smile on his face disappeared, you knew...
"Hongjoong sshi! I'm sorry, I just... I always speak without thinking. I'm sorry." You panicked. Hongjoong clenched his jaw before taking a deep breath.
"It's fine. I'm full." He stated, putting his chopsticks down. Now you didn't have an appetite too, why did you screw things up?
"I'm sorry, I-"
"I already said it's fine, (y/n)." Hongjoong hissed, dropping the formality. You pursed your lips, chewing the inside of your cheek like a child that just got reprimanded.
"I'll just clear up and you can rest here." You gathered all the trash before Hongjoong could say anything.
"If you need anything, I'll be outside." You quickly said and scurried out of there.
"Great job, you chased her out of her own place." Hongjoong grumbled, scolding himself as he slumped against the couch. He slowly grabbed the foldable table and put it back for you. After sitting there for a bit, Hongjoong grabbed his phone and sent a text out to one of the Ateez members.
"(y/n), you idiot." You slapped your forehead. You threw the trash outside and washed your hands in the small bathroom.
While there was no soap for you to shower or fresh clothes for you to change into, you grabbed a small towel and wiped yourself down to feel a little fresher.
"Ah, I'm so tired." You sighed, falling back into the chair behind the counter. There wasn't much for you to do here but you were listless so you went to your botany table and grabbed your botany book.
"(y/n) sshi?" Hongjoong opened the door and poked his head out when he saw you fast asleep.
"Mmmh..." You stirred, burying your face further into your folded arms to get comfortable. You laid on your open book.
"Hyung, I'm he-"
"Shhhh." Hongjoong hushed the taller, who blinked back in surprised.
"Geez, hyung. You look terrible. You sure you don't me to call our doctor?" Yunho winced, seeing that disheveled state the captian was in. Hongjoong rolled his eyes.
"That's what happens when you get jumped. Anyway I'm sure I don't need a doctor, Yunho. I should wake her up and send her home. This is no place to sleep." Hongjoong turned to look back at where you were. Yunho craned his neck to see you sleeping at the counter.
"Up to you. By the way, I need your keys, I brought one of our men to drive your car home. You're in no shape to drive." Yunho said.
"Fine. Wait here." Hongjoong put his car keys in Yunho's hand and walked back to the shop. For a few seconds, he stood there, how was he supposed to wake you?
"(y/n) sshi...?" He shook your gently, not wanting to scare you too much. It took a while for your eyes to open and you flinched.
"Oh my!" You jumped, realising that you had fallen asleep.
"Sorry to scare you, my transport is here. But let me drop you home first. It's the least I could do after all that you've done for me tonight." Hongjoong informed.
"I didn't even know I fell asleep... You don't have to, Hongjoong sshi. You're injured, you should get home and rest." You yawned.
"I want to. And it'll make me feel better knowing you got home safely." He smiled.
"Alright, if you're sure..." You stood up. Hongjoong stepped aside to give you space while you cleared up and grabbed your things. He waited at the back door, talking to Yunho. You tried to be fast, you didn't want to make him and whoever was with him wait too long for you since it was so late.
"Oh, hello." You stopped and bowed deeply to Yunho. You remember seeing him at the funeral, he was close with Hongjoong, one of his 'brothers'. He was very tall and good looking.
"(y/n) sshi, right? Nice to meet you, I'm Yunho." He smiled. Even you were blown away by how handsome he was when he smiled.
"Thank you for taking care of our leader here." Yunho snickered while Hongjoong glared daggers into Yunho's head.
"It's no worry at all." You replied softly. The two waited for you to properly lock up before Yunho led the two of you to the car. He did try to support Hongjoong.
"Stop that." Hongjoong slapped Yunho's arms away, preferring to walk on his own.
"Let me help, hyung~" Yunho said. Hongjoong flipped him off and continued limping. You smiled, watching them from the back.
"Hyung, that's very uncouth behaviour, especially in front of a lady." Yunho teased, opening the door to the G-Wagon for you while Hongjoong went to the other side to get into the car himself. He held his hand out to you to help you up.
"Thank you." You cleared your throat shyly as you got into the back seat. Hongjoong groaned in pain as he hoisted his body up and into the back seat, leaning against the back.
"You just had to take the G Wagon." He hissed.
"Well, if you had told me that you were this injured, I wouldn't have taken it then." Yunho said as he closed the driver's door.
"(y/n) sshi, may I have your address please?" He turned back to you. You nodded and sat forward, reciting your address to him to put into his GPS system.
"Thanks. We're good to go." Yunho said and you sat back in your seat, fastening your seatbelt.
As Yunho drove, you looked out the window, still feeling a lingering sleepiness from earlier. It was rather late at night.
"You can sleep if you'd like." Hongjoong said, not looking up from his phone. He had been fixed on the device, the soft glow of the screen illuminating his face in the dark vehicle.
"I-I'm good. Thanks." You cleared your throat, focusing on the city lights outside. It didn't take long for Yunho to pull up to your apartment building. You were grateful you didn't fall back asleep. Yunho would have reached faster but he knew Hongjoong would kill him if he sped while you were in the car.
"Yunho, walk her up." Hongjoong said, not looking up from his phone as he was texting someone.
"Yes, sir." Yunho was out of the car before you could protest. He opened the door for you, holding his hand out again to help you out of the vehicle.
"I'm fine walking up on my own." You forced a smile.
"It's okay." Yunho smiled.
"Bye, Hongjoong sshi. Goodnight." You turned back to bow to the injured male. Yunho accidentally closed the door behind you before Hongjoong could properly reply you.
"Let's go." Yunho nodded over to the door. You walked with him trailing beside you.
"So, have you had your flower shop for long?" Yunho asked as you both stepped into the lift.
"Not that long... I've always been interested in plants and botany. But I don't think being a botanist would have brought me a stable income right away so I opened up my flower shop. I just study botany on the side." You shrugged.
"Ah, that's very practical of you. But botany does sound interesting. Do you make special potions to poison people?" He asked. You couldn't help but laugh.
"Yes, I make natural poison darts in my free time." You joked, making Yunho laugh along.
"This is me." You stopped before the door, fishing your keys out to unlock it.
"Thanks again for sending me back and walking me up, Yunho sshi. It's so late, you must be tired." You smiled and bowed. Yunho shook his head.
"It's fine. No need to thank me. I should thank you again for helping Hongjoong hyung." He repeated.
"It was no big deal, really. Oh! Also, could you help me return this to him? I said something out of turn and made him angry. I think he's probably still upset with me." You rubbed the back of your neck.
"Whatever it is, I don't think he's angry with you. But I will return this to him." Yunho tucked the silk handkerchief into his pocket.
"If you say so. Goodnight, Yunho sshi. Get home safe. And if Hongjoong sshi's injuries get worse, please bring him to a doctor." You said with a worried frown on your face. Yunho nodded and saluted obediently. He watched you enter your house before leaving and going back downstairs.
"Yah! You closed the door before I could say bye to her. Now she's going to think I'm stuck up or something." Hongjoong scolded him the moment he entered.
"Nope, not stuck up. She thinks you're mad at her." Yunho laughed, closing the door and starting the engine.
"Mad at her?" Hongjoong blinked.
"Yeah apparently she said something to you that made you mad. She couldn't even return this to you, thinking you're still angry." He turned around and handed Hongjoong his handkerchief.
"Oh... I wasn't angry..." Hongjoong said, looking down at the silk handkerchief, his thumb running across the silky material.
"That's what I said. The last time you were actually angry with someone, they ended up with a bullet between their eyes." Yunho snickered.
"YOU TOLD HER THAT?" Hongjoong screeched.
"Of course not. I couldn't have her fainting from shock. Although I'm sure seeing you beaten up like that is enough to traumatise her for a bit." Yunho raised his eyebrows. Hongjoong let out a long sigh as Yunho the drive back to their home.
"You didn't tell Seonghwa about what happened yet, right?" Hongjoong asked.
"Nope. Seonghwa hyung came back from his race and went straight to bed. Didn't even know I left, I think. But hyung, you can't hide your injuries from Seonghwa hyung and the rest." Yunho stated.
"I know. The main thing is to discuss those that were involved in my attack. No one dares to jump me." Hongjoong growled.
"Exactly. Whoever it is... They either don't know Ateez or they're trying to start a war. Although I seriously think they're trying to start a war." Yunho sighed.
"Well, if it's a war they want, it's a war they'll get." The captain declared.
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" THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDER " â garrus vakarian.
MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ đ đ° .á WARNINGS: fem reader | sexual content | age gap | making out | grinding | size difference | overpowering.
DILF!GARRUS VAKARIAN who thought the basis of human attraction depended on youth. Imagine his surprise when you not only couldn't stop staring at his aging body like he was a fully equipped armory before a mission, but you showed genuine interest at the prospect of his superior amount of experience.
Here you are, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, fresh from hopping ship to ship serving with your parents until you were brave enough to go at it on your own. Now you follow him around like a lost puppy, constantly questioning his motives just to hear him talk, asking him to explain a calculation over and over again. He notices how you squirm when he talks down to you, so to speak. He's positive you're not incapable, but he's not going to refuse a request from so eager a learner. Even if you're not going to learn how to do advanced calculus, he tells himself it's still valuable to hear it. Even if you demonstrate how little you're listening when you chew on the end of your pen at him, and bat your long lashes. Nod slowly through hooded eyes, letting them generously trail down his figure in his suit.
It's enough to make him trail off, clear his throat, adjust his neckline as he glances away to break the tension he's inadvertently fanning. "Run along now." he sometimes tells you so you'll get away from him, so he'll have some room to breathe, so he's not constantly reminded of what a low-life he is when he's around you. Instead, that phrase sends you crazy, biting your lip at him over your shoulder as you sway out of the room.
"Bye-bye, Vakarian~" you purr, and scamper off.
Garrus feels shame when he lets you win. He's supposed to be older, know better, protect someone like you. But when you're clinging onto him, inclining him down to your soft lips, he can't imagine being anywhere else. Tucked away in some dark corner of the Normandy, you guide his hands to touch your young body through your clothes, riding up the material so his touch sets what little it grazes ablaze. After months of dancing around each other, finally you're granted a little relief. And his face burns hot from the contact however brief.
"I'm... I'm not... usually like this.." Garrus confesses, breathless, heart racing. The possibility of you two being caught together, tangled in embrace in a precarious location... there'd be no way to talk his way out of it. Everyone would think of him as some Turian predator, can't get a date unless it's with a girl half his age. And he's not beating the allegations as his claws dig into pliant flesh, drawing you closer to press your hips into his. As if gravitating towards your sex, heavenly bodies bump clumsily as you reconnect with his mouth. Apparently, you're not interested in hearing his protests, claiming he's not "usually" like anything, because right now he's showing you how much he very much is like this. His grip on you is not one of a Turian with doubts.
You've never kissed his species before, and at first his mandibles were hard to get used toâand it felt like he wasn't used to it eitherâbut once you realized he's much more relaxed with his tongue, everything else fell into place. His lack of lips is an obstacle to kissing, but irrelevant when making out. Meeting in the middle, that tongue is long in reach and eager in attitude, coiling around yours in a way a human's would never be capable of. Reptilian in nature, his sulcus is defined, allowing his muscle to fold in on itself, elongating to the thinner apex.
Your palm that cups his face, draws down so your fingertips dance along the grooves of his scarring, coming to trace the line of his mandible. As long as you've known him, you've never gotten this close, and when he massages your tongue with his deft one, an embarrassing whimper emits from your parted lips. Instinctively, you rear your head to break the kissâif you can even call it that. But Garrus is unyielding. A strong arm around your waist arches you into him, as if possessive over this act you've introducing him to. Confirming your suspicions with an annoyed growl and his tongue venturing further into your mouth, a wave of pleasant tingles washing up from core in response to such behavior. Your knees are weak, held up by his overpowering strength as he takes what he wants.
Playfully, you scold him by banging your fist against his chest piece. He retracts an inch, and you're allowed a second to breathe even if you're crushed against him. Panting through your grin, you nuzzle him with the tip of your nose, and he speaks against your lips. "You were trying to run away from me." he muses, curling his frame around you so it's truly inescapable. "I like that little sound you made." his mouth grazes yours as he talks into you, recycling air, "Make it again."
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I finally had time to make proper designs for the Trio!
Redson: Ver 1
Ver 2
I couldn't decide on if I liked it better with the braids or not so I just posted both, but anyways!
I gotta admit, I used to not like the idea of redson having Bull features (except for a small pair of horn maybe) but the concept really grew on me and now I really love it and wanted to try making my own design and I'm really proud with how it turned out.
I would've added more scars, since Guanyins throne pierced his entire body, but there came a point where it just looked like there was too much going on so I had to get rid of a few scars to tone it down, so we're just gonna say they faded over time, okay? Okay.
I also made him Miao (one of the largest ethnic minorities in southwest China) on PIF's side, and Mongolian on DBK's.
The Miao ethnicity of China has a long history, rich culture, and an ancient folk religion. Adorned in beautiful traditional clothes, possessing natural talent for singing and dancing, they live in uniquely designed indigenous architecture, which I think fits perfectly with how I imagined Princess Iron Fan and with her; Redson.
As for DBK being Mongolian, I saw someone else talking about this headcanon and I just liked it so I decided to use it, I don't really have a specific reason for it, I just thought it fit, not sure why though, it's just one of those things that makes sense even if you don't know why, you know?
Mei:
I made her taller and gave her a long dragon tail (like really long, it drags along the floor if she's not holding it up), though her scales are pretty much everywhere across her body they're most noticeable on her shoulders, thighs, and face (they're a bit hard to see in this photo because they're kinda hidden behind her hair, but I did give her scales beside her eyes)
I also gave her horns these little spiral designs around them, gave her sharper nails, and designed her ears to look like coral, since she's a water dragon and I thought they looked cool.
Honestly idk what else to say about her design, I didn't have anything specific in mind when designing her, I kinda just had to wing it, but I'm happy with how it turned out :)
(I also made her Bengali, on her dad's side, but it's not really important or has any reason behind it, just a headcanon I've had for a while, don't know where it came from though)
MK:
Alot of people have speculated that the monkey form we see during the fight against Azure in season 4 isn't MK's full form yet, that we're just seeing a fraction of what he's yet to become, based on the fact that while he has the weird side burns, the tail and the face marking, he also lacks a natural skin tone, they didn't give him a proper nose etc, so I wanted to play with the idea.
I decided to make him this strange mix between human and monkey, leaving him pretty much human with the addition of his tail(s), and weird li'l monkey feet.
(I was also gonna give MK more arm/leg hair, it was in my first sketch, but I forgot to add them when I was doing the line art and didn't realize until after I saved it as a jpeg, so that's my bad, but I'm gonna add it in to any other art I make)
It's also a bit hard to see in this, but I designed his staff with more details, specifically adding dragon-esque imagery to the Golden ends, this is because (for anyone who's new to the fandom/hasn't read JTTW) Wukong's staff was originally one of the several pillars that held up the sea in the dragon palace, until he stole it and shrunk it down to use as his weapon.
I also did MK's clones :)
Porty MK:
I gave him stripes of coloured hair and gave his tails all different colours, though I don't think he would actually dye it, instead I like to think that he would use that really crappy dollar store spray in hair dye (or hair chalk). I kept the fishnet clothes that I added in my originally design of him for my headcanons post, and decided to give him striped elbow length fingerless gloves.
I also gave him a cropped shirt, ripped shorts and these weird fingerless glove-esque shoes for convenience, since regular shows seem like they would be uncomfortable.
Edit: my dumbass forgot Porty's stupid print jacket đ
Artist MK:
For Artist MK I gave him overalls and a jacket over it, which he wears specifically for when he's doing paintings so he doesn't ruin too many of his actual clothes (I know I said that this was inspod by Circusapple, which it still is, but this is almost exactly what I wear when I'm painting too, just in different colours).
I also gave him those gloves that digital artists wear so they're hands don't accidently trigger something on the screen because everyone knows that every artist just walks around with their art glove on even when it's not necessary.
Delivery MK:
I have to admit, I was never a big fan of MK's work uniform just being his regular clothes with a work jacket thrown over it so I wanted to try and make him look a little more professional and decided to instead give him a chef coat (similar to the one Pigsy wears on the show as well), with a logo for the restaurant on the chest, along with it I gave him plain black pants, since casual red jeans didn't seem very professional (I know he's just a delivery person, but if you were to look at pretty much any food corporation, even people who do deliveries have to wear uniform, so it's always been kinda strange to me that he's just in regular clothes).Â
The shoes were harder to make professional given the whole "half-monkey" thing so I opted to give him the same strange fingerless glove-esque shoes for comfort and convenience, but made them plain black as well.
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Yandere Coworker
Tw: violence, afab reader, A Lot Of Words
masterlists part 2
This is a pretty slow burn fic, enjoy yall
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You only ever talked to him once or twice, barely even remembering his name. You always mistook him as 'Citrus'. But he would correct you and say his name is Cyprus.
He doesn't speak to anyone, always working away at his cubicle. You would have to pass by his seat a few times to hand some reports, it was always barren. Nothing that showcases his personality outside work, no framed pictures, no trinkets, no keychains, and definitely no bowl filled with candies.
Yet, everyone gossips about him. He is undoubtedly attractive, you could see a faint outline of his toned muscles through his white, dress shirt. He wears a pair of titanium, rectangular glasses on the bridge of his nose. Always clean-shaven with a short, smart haircut. His skin has a healthy glow and gorgeous tan to it with barely any blemishes except the scar that cuts through his thick eyebrows and full lips. That adds to his rugged charm.
Everyone thought that his ears were weird, but refrained from talking about it, fearing that HR would pay them a visit for workplace bullying.
Your coworkers tried to buddy up with him before, either for office politics or genuine interest in him for being tall, dark, and handsome. But in the end, they failed and gave up. Because he would only talk to them about work, or not speak at all, just stare at them deadpan before telling them he has something to do.
You knew his good looks earned him your manager's favor. You have been observing him just like everyone in the room, he comes in at 9AM on the dot, and leaves at 5PM on the dot. Once his shift is over, nothing can stop him. No matter how high up there in the office hierarchy, no one can convince him to stay even as little as 5 minutes. It is especially egregious during meetings, despite being obviously nowhere near its conclusion, once the clock hits five, Cyprus would get up, politely yet albeit gruffly excuse himself, and leave the room.
You tried following his example once. You were called into HR the next day for not being a "team player". It isn't only you, even your other colleagues received a scolding for setting such boundaries while Cyprus left the building without having any sass thrown at him. It's either he gets preferential treatment or he does not give a damn if he gets fired from this job.
He disappears during lunch. Absolutely no one can find him, not in the break room, not the bathroom, and not even the parking lot. It was like a sighting of a cryptid when he would occasionally enter the communal kitchen to make himself a cup of black coffee, no sugar nor milk.
Of course, each time people would try to entertain him with small talk. Cyprus would simply reply with one-word answers or nothing at all.
Obviously, he isn't interested in letting his professionalism slip. Why bother trying to gain his approval? Whenever you had the pleasure of being alone in the coffee room with him, you would nod at him as a greeting, and he would do the same. After either one of you finished your business there, no goodbyes would be said.
There was a day when you decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator, it's always occupied and you would have to wait ages. By the time it reaches your floor, it will have already taken up half of your lunch break. Might as well get some exercise in.
You frowned at how dingy it was, but you started your journey downwards.
After reaching the next floor, you were surprised to catch none other than Cyprus sitting on the steps. He turned his head to you, seemingly annoyed at something. He has his phone in one hand and an unlit cigarette in the other one.
You happen to be holding a lighter for your friend. You offered it to him, and Cyprus would gladly accept it. He grumbled out a 'thanks' before handing it back to you. Not liking the smell of cigarette fumes, you gave him an acknowledging look and left him alone.
He gazed at you pensively as you descended the stairs while blowing a puff of smoke from his mouth. The cigarette was held between his index and middle fingers.
It's been three months since you first joined this company. The only thing you knew about Cyprus is that he worked here longer than you, has a cig for lunch, and isn't a pushover. From what you learned from your colleagues, he only worked here for a year before your arrival. Right off the bat, he's already acting like this. Never sucking up to the higher-ups or going above and beyond like other newbies would.
Though, it isn't like he's a horrible worker. Cyprus wasn't the best either. He just does just enough not to get dismissed. He reaches his deadlines, has everything in writing, and would professionally call anyone out for giving him too much to do.
Since the day where you used the stairs, you would always bump into Cyprus without fail. Looks like you found his hiding spot and he is always filling up his lungs with grey poison. But you had no desire to share it with anyone, he probably would prefer to keep his safe haven unoccupied. The only constant daily interaction that the two of you had was a mutual nod.
There was a particular day when you decided to put on a new pair of work shoes. It was also the same day when you had to rush out of the building for an important appointment. You didn't realize how slippery the soles were, it took one misstep and you found yourself tumbling down the stairs.
Luckily though, your collision course was stopped by a pair of strong arms catching you before you could hit the wall.
Cyprus helped you up. But you had no time to waste, you muttered a quick thanks before rushing to flee the scene again.
His sharp eyes must have picked up what the problem is. Well, it didn't take a genius. You were already barely keeping your balance while scrambling to get back onto your two feet. So, Cyprus would apprehend you by the wrist, preventing you from going down.
"Stop rushing, you're going to slip again." He said, his voice was deep enough to feel it vibrating in your bones.
You end up taking off your shoes and assuring him you're going to be fine. He lets you go and you take off running, regardless of his command.
You came back the next day with a bruise on your forehead and another pair of shoes on your feet. Your nosy coworkers flocked around your table to ask what happened. You said your stupid shoes were too slippery, you slipped and hit your head. Leaving out the part where Cyprus helped you out at the stairs.
Just like usual, you took the stairs again during your lunch break.
You expected a nod and nothing else.
"You okay?" He asked. Which surprised you. Switching the focus from the steps to Cyprus, who is standing tall on the platform with a cigarette between his lips.
You muttered yes, and a "thanks for asking". You had somewhere to be, so you moved past him and left him there. Cyprus didn't make a move or say anything else.
The week goes by like usual. Though, Cyprus is oddly "chattier".
"How's your head?" He would ask this on random days. You would always reply with a "fine" and a "thanks for asking", not wanting to waste his precious smoking time, you left him alone almost immediately.
You had a bad day at one point, you got yelled at by five different bosses, someone took credit for your contribution, you weren't invited to lunch and you were told to work overtime. Dragging yourself down the stairs with your head hung down low. You didn't look up to nod at the male leaning against the wall.
He cocked an eyebrow as he saw you sitting on one of the steps with a somber expression.
You asked him if you could have a stick too. Cyprus handed you one without a complaint. He fired his lighter and lit your cigarette between your fingers up.
It was obvious to him that it was your first time smoking. You immediately started hacking wildly as soon as the sharp, unkind fumes hit the back of your throat. This did not calm you down at all, what a scam. You thought it would lift the weight off your shoulders like how it was advertised in movies, it gave you more stress instead.
"Bad day?" He asked, with a new amused expression on his hunky face. You confirmed it, but not giving him any details.
You said that smoking sucks and it didn't help you, looking visibly upset and at the brink of tears. Asking if he could dispose of it for you. He gladly took it from your hands.
You walked away, grumbling incoherently as you tried thinking of other ways to relieve your stress for the day.
Cyprus snuffs his older cigarette out using the heel of his leather shoes. He brought yours to his lips and closed his eyes as he inhaled the newer smoke.
Days turned into weeks, into months. It just repeats every day, you would encounter him at the stairs, and sometimes he would say something more, or nothing at all. The only notable event that happened to both of you, is that you brought back a takeaway that you didn't like and bumped into him at the stairs. You were clear as to why you're giving him a box of food, you personally hated it but you couldn't let it go to waste. None of your 'friends' wanted them either.
Luckily, he is alright with it. He ate something other than his cancer stick that day for lunch. Cyprus thanked you for it and you went back up to your cubicle.
Come Valentine's Day, you're baffled as to who left you a bouquet of roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolates on your desk. It couldn't have been Cyprus, that's for sure. Because you come in earlier than he does.
You looked over to his cubicle to see that it's piled with Valentine's day gifts. But no Cyprus nor his belongings since it's still 8:45AM. You're more likely to catch him dead than acting enthusiastic to come to work.
Scratching your head, your admirer left a cryptic note that said:
"I like you and I want to get to know you more.
Meet me in parking lot 1-A at 5:30pm. I'll take you out for dinner.
-R."
Cyprus definitely doesn't start with an R. You tried thinking about the times where you interacted with coworkers with R as part of their initials. You may be amicable, yes, but you don't think you come off as flirty. It was all an act to not get eaten up by office politics.
God, you hope none of them had the wrong idea. You hope whoever this is, doesn't have a big influence over your boss. You're cooked if you do. Because you are not meeting them at all.
You shoved the gifts under the desk, removing all evidence of it before you attract the attention of your noisy colleagues. You were so distracted clearing your desk that you didn't realize Cyprus walked past your cubicle a bit closer than usual.
You're a bit frazzled over this. Worrying about the consequences of rejecting this mystery person, but fearing that you will be a victim of violence when you meet them at a secluded parking lot.
So you head to the break room to make yourself a drink. The room was empty, everyone was too busy fawning over their own gifts instead.
Except Cyprus, it seems.
He entered a moment later as you're filling up your cup with hot water.
"You got anything?" He asked. You whipped your head to him and saw that he was focused on fixing his own cup of coffee.
"For valentines. I mean." He leaned against the counter as he waited for the coffee machine to drip liquid caffeine into his mug.
You said yes. Roses and chocolates. You are trying to figure out who it is.
He looked taken aback. You don't know if he's surprised that you have admirers, or the fact that you look like you're being hunted.
You excused yourself with a stammer and scurried away, having your mind occupied with anxiety.
You barely paid attention to your work, dreading as the clock ticks by and inching closer and closer to 5:30PM.
When it reaches lunchtime, you climb down the stairs as usual.
"Bad day?" He asked, taking a drag out of his cigarette.
You said no. But before you could leave, he blocked your path.
"What's going on with you?" He asked, with a mild concern written on his face.
You said there is nothing wrong. You have to leave now for a galentines day lunch with your female coworkers. So you squeezed past him.
In the end, you decided not to go to the parking lot. Once you saw Cyprus leave the floor at 5pm sharp, you began packing up. Bringing your roses and chocolates with you.
However, you didn't go to the parking lot. You went straight home instead, wondering if you made the right choice.
The next morning, your coworkers were gathered in a crowd to discuss their new gossip material. You joined in, wanting to appear as a "team player" just like how the HR department wanted you to be.
"Yeah! That's so weird, do you think he was waiting for someone?"
"Must be, why else would Cyprus stay here till ten?"
You asked where they saw Cyprus.
One of them showed you a picture of him leaning against his deep blue sedan. A lit cigarette in his mouth while his hands were in his pockets. The floor was littered with cigarette butts. The photo was taken from a distance, they probably wouldn't want Cyprus to catch them in the act.
You examined the picture for any clues as to where he was located.
Your face pales as soon as you see the sign "1-A". So that was him.
He didn't come in today. Your manager said he had to take an emergency leave, so you're tasked with covering his workload.
You were gnawing on your fingernails. Feeling extremely guilty and afraid, you are not using the stairs anytime soon. You do not want to face the awkwardness.
It was his fault anyways. How the hell would you know there is an R in his name? He had multiple chances to tell you about it yesterday, yet he didn't.
But you're scared. You have no idea what this man is capable of and you value this job too much.
You refrained from going into the break room and the stairs. You would rather waste your time waiting for the elevator than to face Cyprus alone.
Only to find that he started smoking outside.
You stayed at your desk during lunch.
Only to find Cyprus doing the same now.
In the end, you found refuge in the women's bathroom. Camping there for the entire duration of your break.
He is actively trying to talk to you. But you always act like you have a bladder infection when he approaches you, urgently needed to use the toilet now.
You avoided eye contact with him and whenever you have to hand him a stack of papers, you would just drop them on his desk and rush back to your own.
That was embarrassing. Although you weren't the one being rejected, you felt crappy.
Even if he was upfront with his feelings for you, it was unlikely you would have agreed. Cyprus is too enigmatic, who knows what lies under his cool exterior? Plus, you don't like the smell of cigarette smoke.
This is crazy, you're constantly under pressure everyday. From Cyprus's silence on the matter and the fear of having your coworkers finding out about your 'relationship' with him over that one year.
You decided to head to a bar one night to drink your worries away.
It was nearly empty, save for a few patrons scattered around. You swore you saw a lot more people walk in when you got off the bus. Where did they all go?
Someone sat next to you, a stranger. A charming one too, bought you a drink. You smiled as you warily decided to chat with him.
The alcohol certainly helped to ease the jumpiness, you're calm and enjoying the time you're sharing with this man who you never met. He cracked jokes which you would laugh at and you would talk about your office woes to him in a drunken stupor.
The drinks kept coming, you were heavily intoxicated whereas he is completely sober. The man barely drank while you finished around seven glasses. The bartender didn't seem to care that you're too giggly and swaying side to side. Your speech is slurred as you let yourself relax.
The man paid his tab and rose up from the stool. He wrapped his arm around your waist and slung your arm around his shoulders. You told him that you wanted to stay here, but he didn't listen. You asked him multiple times where he was taking you, but the man didn't respond to it.
You're about to be lifted off your seat, until a fist travelling at lightning speed collides with the stranger's jaw. The impact made a sickening crack, followed by the clattering of loose teeth onto the wooden floors.
Some droplets of red got onto your cheeks and your office wear.
You sobered up a bit from the sudden attack, you were left unharmed but you couldn't say the same to your new friend.
A hulking figure was giving him the beatdown of his life, throwing powerful punches after powerful punches. The bar was thrown into chaos at the sudden act of violence, the screams, shouts and hollers were hurting your ears and head.
You threw yourself at his assailant, trying to get whoever is pummeling the man senseless to stop. He's not moving anymore! His blood pooled around his body and the two pairs of feet, including yours.
The bartender tried to break it up, this man was so full of rage, that nothing would stop him from taking out his anger on this stranger.
You cried, sobbing and begging him to stop. But he never listened, only after he was satisfied did he turn around to face you. His knuckles dripping with blood that isn't his, pecs that rose up and down as he breathed heavily. Adrenaline was still coursing through his bloodstreams, that is why his pupils were dilated within his steely grey eyes.
You were harshly tugged away by someone else. You looked behind you and it's the bartender, he brought you to safety as more people joined in the fight.
Maybe they wanted to avenge their friend, or they just wanted to beat him for bragging rights, or they could simply be drunk. Regardless, they were armed with chairs and broken bottles.
Cyprus dodged the first few blows and blocked the next ones. He grabbed an attacker by the arm and painfully twisted it, leaving him to scream and writhe on the ground. He blocked the strike from the wooden chair with an arm and punched another person square in the face, disfiguring their nose.
He delivered a devastating uppercut to one of the more erratic and violent patrons, swiping them off their feet using his leg before kicking them with enough force to push them far away.
One of them had the misfortune of tasting his deadly hook to the side of the face, knocking them out cold. Their limp body hits the floor with a deadening thud.
After that, no one dared to take him on. They're either keeping their distance or unconscious on the floor. He turned around and glowered at the bartender, who shrugged coolly and guided you to him.
Through your tears, you make out that familiar face of your quiet coworker. You were stunned with a million questions running through your head.
His massive hand grabbed you by the face, turning it left to right, examining if you endured any injury from the creep.
You were still under the influence, so you broke down crying and apologizing that you stood him up on Valentine's. You pleaded with him not to hurt you.
Cyprus supported an arm behind your back and under your knees, carrying you close to his chest as he fled the scene before he could get in trouble.
Your legs dangle as he carried you bridal style. The world is spinning and you could barely stay awake. This felt like a nightmare that you would have after pulling an all-nighter to finish a report.
But one thing that you kept your eyes on are his ears. You realized that you remembered seeing it somewhere online:
Seasoned boxers have cauliflower ears like Cyprus's
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âKinktober 2024â
Day 10: Period sex
Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x f!Reader
Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI!!!!) oral (f receiving), fingering, some dirty talk, allusions to cannibalism, mentions of period cramps, it's hard having a uterus during the apocalypse, Cooper is a cannibal and he's obsessed with getting a taste of you, if I missed anything please let me know!!
Youâd bled through most of your clothing.
Which, you figured, was a better alternative than bleeding out through most of your clothingâbut the stains made your pants feel stiff, chafing at your inner thighs and leaving you with flaky, almost gummy marks that clung to your skin.
Every month was a losing battle.
The only times you found yourself missing the comfort of life underground were when you remembered the soothing burn of a heating pad, and the reliable cotton products that lined bathroom shelves.
But you made do with what you could find.
In a pinch, excess fabric could be folded into something pad-like. But it always sat uncomfortably on your crotch, threatening to inch down your pant leg and leave you with more of a mess than youâd started with.
Mostly you found yourself free bleeding.
The world had already ended, nobody cared if you walked around covered in your own bloodâthey didnât care if you walked around covered in someone elseâs blood, either.
Cooper had found humor in your plight.
âGive it a few more months outâere,â he laughed when you showed him the stains, âItâll goâway.â
But he did feel bad when you stooped over, cramping, unable to bite back at his unsavory wit as you white-knuckled your own knee through the pain.
And it was around that time heâd suggested a method of alternative relief.
âCanât stop thâblood, butâŠâ Heâd explained, your head on his chest while you traced his scars beneath your fingers. Youâd been complaining to him about the warnings your body sent you about the week to come. The usual smarminess in his tone was replaced with an almost sheepish lilt, âCould help.â
You had told Cooper it felt too taboo, too messy for whatever the outcome may be, and heâd laughed.
âYâalready fuckinâ a ghoul, sweetheart,â heâd kissed at your neck, âAinât much can be more taboo thanâat. âNd whenâve ya ever seen me balk at a mess?â Another kiss to your neck, more heated now, his teeth pressing into your jugular, âAlways clean up, donâ I?â
So, you had conceded, happily letting him undress you and spread you out on the creaky bed when your period arrived.
But he still made an effort to go slow, to make you comfortable with his actions.
Cooper situated himself between your legs, turned on his side ever so slightly to comfortably rest his head on your thigh.
Your hands roamed over his scalp; fleeting touches, your nails grazing his scar-marked skin. You let out husky breaths every time he trailed his hand down over your stomach, stopping just above where you needed him most before he repeated the dragging motion.
You let your hand fall lower, squeezing his shoulder.
It was in an effort to get him to move, to do something to quell the ache in your core, the desire that burned ever brighter with every breath he took, the position of his head ensuring that his long exhales fanned your naked cunt.
But you also just enjoyed the close proximity, the ways he had of making you feel special and putting you on this pedestal so that he could worship you.
He was more excited than you were, and he made no effort to hide his enthusiasm. He pressed his cheek against your pubic mound, closing his eyes and appreciating the smellâthe iron that mingled with something so uniquely you.
He growled, pressing his hips into the bed slightly to relieve the building pressure he felt.
âWhenever yâready, sweetheart,â he continued to breath in the scent, âGonna eat ya whole.â
Your fingers dug into his shoulder, tender pressure from your palm rather than harsh scrapes of your nail; a signal, a sign that you wanted it.
âReady when you are, cowboyâŠâ You tried to keep your voice steady when you felt him smirk against you, just barely baring his teeth and letting them stick to your skin.
With that, he was completely unrestrained.
He sat up on his forearms, wrapping them under your thighs to keep you open, and burying his face in your cunt.
Your blood was lubricating, letting him glide his tongue between your folds and press himself into your hole.
And he moaned.
He moaned loudly and animalistically, drenching himself in your blood, chasing your scent and your taste, trying to drown himself in it.
âCooperââ You felt the blood smear between your legs, his face coated in you, his skin sticking to yours as he searched for more. âCoopâŠâ
He paused, but not before licking a stripe up your slit to collect your blood on his tongue.
When he looked up at you, his eyes were blown out, pupils swallowing whatever color was left and replacing it with pure, unadulterated lust.
He stared, your blood dripping from his chin, smeared over the lower half of his face and threatening to stain his shirt. He breathed heavily, lips parted, and licked his lips absentmindedly.
âFeels goodâŠâ Was all you said, reaching out to cup his cheek in your palm and touch the splatter on his skin. âKeep going.â
He turned, almost robotically, to kiss your palm. You dropped your hand, and, wordlessly, he dove back into you.
You could feel the gnashing of his teeth, the effort he put into holding back to ensure your comfort.
Cooper brought two fingers to your hole, gathering the slick and blood that painted your lower half before pushing them into you.
âOh, fuck,â you panted, one hand flying to grip his wrist, to help him push himself into you and set the fast pace you wanted. Your other hand loosely grasped the tattered sheets under you, twisting them as your body contorted.
He sucked on your clit, flicking over the bud with his tongue to watch you squirm for him.
He was consumed with arousal and adrift in pleasure, desperate to hear you moan, to watch you writhe beneath him, to savor your taste.
His fingers curled, sliding against your walls and forcing your back to arch.
You released your grip on his wrist, leaving him with total control over his ministrations. He watched his hand, his fingers thrusting into you, the blood that dripped over his palm; his ears rang with your sounds, the way your mouth formed the syllables of his name, and the pornographic squelch of your cunt around his fingers.
He bucked his hips into the bed, unable to comprehend whether it was the smell or the feeling that was making him so wild; or whether it was simply because it was you.
He dropped his head down, licking the bloody glaze from his fingers every time he pulled them out of you. He could feel you pulse around him, hear your moans turning into breathy, unformed whimpers that barely escaped your throat, and he wanted, now more than ever, for you to cum on his hand.
He wanted you to bleed on him, for him.
âAlways been sweet, darlinâ,â he grunted against you, âBut I think this is thâbest yâever tasted.â
You whined, pushing your hips into his face and fingers.
âYâknow how long I been wantinâ this?â Cooper flicked his tongue over your clit, and you flinched, âEvery time yâstart bleedinâ I wanna push my face between these thighs ânâfuck ya with my mouth. Wanna smell itâtaste the fuckinâ life in you.â
He began punching his fingers up into you, rough strokes and curled digits, making you gasp out for him.
âCâmon,â his voice was gruff, almost impatient, delirious from the scene before him, âCâmon, sweetheart, gimme somethinâ.â
He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking on you hard and pushing his fingertips directly into the most tender spot on your walls.
You came with a cry, hips moving on their own accord in sync with his movements as you rode out the pleasure.
When you looked up, Cooper removed his fingers from you, bringing them to his mouth and sucking. The action made you moan, letting your head fall back against the pillows.
âYouâreâŠâ You began, searching for words.
âAmazinâ? A great fuck?â Cooper removed his fingers from his mouth, resting his hand on your leg, âJaw-droppinâly handsome?â He shot you a lopsided grin.
âA freak,â you smiled, and he swatted your thigh.
You reached down to pull at his arms, encouraging him to lie with you.
âYâfeel alright?â He questioned, coming up to lay beside you and wiping your blood from his face with the back of his hand. âAny betterân before?â
âMuch,â you curled into him. Rubbing your legs together, you felt the remnants of smeared blood and pleasure, thick on your skin in a much more satisfactory way than the stains. âTold you itâd be messy.â
âNoâwell, hey,â He turned his face to you, grinning, âIâma jusâ have tâclean ya up, then.â
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THE SCARS WE SHARE | daryl dixon - 003
summary: you were the only good thing daryl had in his life. bonded by similar trauma, you suffered abuse at the hands of your stepmother, just as daryl had suffered from his own father. when you finally decide to escape your abusive home life, you're forced to leave behind your best friend in the process. now with the world in an apocalyptic state, you're left wondering if daryl was even alive.
pairings: daryl dixon x fireader.
warnings: smut, violence, blood and gore, unrequited love, best friends to lovers, mentions of s/a, mentions of abuse, mention of suicidal thoughts/attempts, mention of drug use, use of deadly weapons, fluff, angst, slow burn, strong language, kidnapping, coercion, seasons 5-11, 18+, minors dni.
word count: 2.3k
authorâs note: if you asked to be in the taglist and youâre not, i apologize. it wouldnât let me tag some of you. and yes, the person featured in this chapter is exactly who you probably think it is. also warning because this chapter may be triggering as it has attempted s/a.
You stare dolorously at your reflection through your vanity mirror; there was a desperate desire to wipe off all the makeup that coated your face. If the action didnât come with an unpleasant outcome, you probably would have. Especially if it made you unappealing to whatever âguestâ your stepmother had coming by.
You were adorned in a sultry black dress that was form fitting and showing off your curves. One thing your stepmother loved doing more than degrading you was dressing you up like her own personal doll. You hated it. You never pictured yourself as the sexy type. You didn't wear makeup because that merely wasnât your cup of tea, and typically dressed down to avoid unwarranted gazes from depraved men.
Not that it mattered anyway. Dressed up or down, it still never ceased a creep from saying anything perverted. Merle Dixon proved that theory for you when he referred to you as âsugar titsâ the couple times youâd been around him.
You get up from your vanity stool, shuffling over to your bed. You plop on the edge, trying to calm your nerves. You never knew what to expect from the men Sandra brought over. Some of them like to sit and talk before they get to business, while others like to jump straight into it. Some of them were vanilla and traditional, while others had kinks they were into.
None were ever too extreme, but it all made you feel filthy and uncomfortable nonetheless. What made you more unsettled was how many of the men were old family friends, or people in the neighborhood. It surely opened your eyes to how fiendish humans could be.
Thatâs why you always cherished your friendship with Daryl. He could be an asshole, and a bit prejudiced at times but deep down he had a heart of gold. You were lucky to be able to witness that side of him. He gave you hope for humanity.
A hard knock at your closed door interrupted your thoughts. You could feel your heart beating through your chest as it often did when this ordeal occurred. You let out a deep, unsteady sigh before speaking. âCome in.â You say. As the door opens, youâre face to face with a man youâd never seen before. âWell hello there.â He smiles, shutting the door behind him.
âH-hiâŠâ you mutter, examining the man in front of you. He had longish gray locks, and facial hair. And he wore a buttoned up black long sleeved shirt embroidered with skulls and roses on it. He gave off a biker style. âIâm Joe.â
âY/n.â You reply dryly, now looking away from the man.
âYouâre very beautiful. I wasnât sure what to expect.â He laughed heartily as though this whole scenario wasnât disturbing. You donât bother to respond, wanting the man to just get started and let this baptism of fire end. The man seemed to notice your lack of communication, and walked over to you. You tense a bit, but he suddenly takes a seat on the edge of the bed with you.
âYou seem apprehensive, darlinâ.â He says.
You weren't sure what he was expecting from this situation. You were being trafficked by your stepmother, and he was a dirty old man contributing to the crime. The man pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. âYâknow,â he starts. âI get it. This isnât the most forthcoming thing to be happening right now, and you probably think Iâm just a pervy old guââ
âCan we just⊠not talk? I want this to be over as quickly as possible.â You finally speak up. The man looks at you, his expression suddenly changing from faux sincerity to an off putting smile. âOh darlinâ, this wonât be quick. Itâs been awhile, so it might take me some time.â He chuckles before standing up and moving in front of you.
You keep your head down, not bothering to look at him until you hear the sound of metal clanging together. The man suddenly throws handcuffs beside you where he was sitting. You scrunch your brows together, looking from the cuffs to him. âCuff yourself to the headboard.â He says, his tone demanding and not as laidback as it was moments ago. His entire demeanor had changed like the flick of a switch.
Your eyes widen at the command. You had never been cuffed to the bed before from any of the past men. The thought of being restrained and not able to fight back if anything happened frightened you. You werenât so willing to put your trust, or even life into the hands of this stranger, who you were now getting an unwavering feeling about. âGo on. Do it.â He pushes.
âI donât think⊠I donât think I should.â You say slowly, looking away from the manâs displeased face. âYou donât⊠think you should?â He repeats your words just as slow. You nod your head. âI just wanna be comfortable. Thatâs all.â You try your best to get him to rethink the cuffs, but he seemed to be dead set on them. âYour mama back there told me you were obedient. I didnât pay nearly $200 for you to tell me what you wonât do, girl.â He spat.
You cringed at him referring to Sandra as your mother. She could never be your mother. âSheâs not my mother.â You correct him. The man scoffed. âI donât give a damn who she is to you. I paid that money, and Iâll get what I want even if I have to cuff you myself.â
You shake your head. You didnât care if you were going to suffer the consequences from this later. Youâd put up with a lot of odd things from these men, but even the sheer thought of being cuffed to the headboard gave you crippling anxiety. You stand up from the bed, the man still towering your small frame. âIâll get you your money back,â you assure him. âBut I canât allow you to cuff me.â You stand firm on your decision.
You tried to push past him to leave the bedroom, but were suddenly snatched by your wrist and pulled back. âAinât no need for that girl because Iâm getting my moneyâs worth.â He says before tossing you to the mattress. You quickly try to get back up, but heâs pushing you down and grabbing the cuffs. âGet off me!â You shout, struggling against him.
âYouâre only going to make this worse for you. Stop squirming.â
A stinging sensation comes across your cheek and you cry out in pain. The man had slapped you, leaving your cheek heated. âSandra!â You yell for your stepmother in the most desperate attempt to get the man off of you. You knew better though. Your stepmother didnât care what happened to you. As long as she got money, you were at the mercy of the men who paid her.
You muster up all your strength, finally able to flip the man off of you. He falls to the floor with a thud and a âoomfâ. You use this opportunity to quickly jump from the mattress. The man swiftly gets back up to his feet. You know you had no time to make it to the door without him stopping you. You run to your dresser, grabbing the razor blade off the top of it.
Joe approaches you in ignorant bliss, unaware of the tiny blade you held. âNowhere to run, girl. Letâs just bury the hatchet and start over. No cuffs.â He offers as if you were going to let this psychopath have his way after what he tried to do. âFuck you, pig.â You snap.
âHave it your way.â He says, lunging at you. You speedily swing your arm, the blade cutting the manâs hand. He steps back, holding his bleeding hand. âYou little bitch!â He shouts in pain. You take this opportunity to run to the door, ripping it open as you run out to the living room. You head for the front door, but are immediately grabbed. âHey!â Your stepmother shouted. âWhat the hellâs going on? Where the hell do you think youâre going?â
âThat bastard tried to assault me, didnât you hear me screaming for you?!â You cry.
âAssault? Did you forget your place, girl? Heâs supposed to do that.â She spat angrily, knowing she was going to lose money for this.
âHe tried to make me cuff myself to the bed, and when I told him no he tried to force me!â
âYou think you have a say in what goes on? I do! If he wants to cuff you to the damn bed, then so be it. Heâs a paying client, and I will not lose out on my money just because you wanna bitch about goddamn handcuffs!â
You look at her through wide eyes. Your stepmother was always cruel, this was no shocking matter. But to let this man attempt to assault you and tell you to just deal with it? You refused. You shake your head, snatching away from her grasp. âNo.â
âNo?â She questions. âIâll teach you to tell me nââ
âI want my goddamn money back, bitch!â Joe came stumbling into the living room, his hand dripping blood. Your stepmother turns to him, her eyes drifting from him to his hand. âWhat the fuck happened to your hand?â She asks.
âThat little whore cut me, thatâs what!â He grimaced. âI want my money back, or both of you bitches are gonna pay.â
âListen, Iâm sure thereâs a way we can work this out.â She tries to reason with him. As the two of them go back and forth, you use the opportunity to make your grand escape. You whip around, running to the front door before jerking it open and running outside. You could hear your stepmother yelling your name as you ran down the street barefoot.
You run to the only place you could run to, the only person you could run to.
You ran the entire 20 minutes until you finally reached the trailer parks. You walk through the gravel trail, ignoring the pain of rocks digging into your feet. Youâre relieved as you see the Dixon residence lights on. You walk up the stairs, frantically knocking on the door.
âYou get into some kinda trouble again, boy? Who the hell is banginâ on the damn door like the feds?â
âHell should I know?â You hear Darylâs voice, footsteps approaching. You step back as the door opens with Daryl on the other side of it. Darylâs staring at you, a worried expression on his face as he looks your shaken frame over. âWho the hell is it?â Will yells.
âItâs for me.â Daryl responds, closing the door as he steps outside. âThe hell happened to you?â Heâs grabbing your chin, looking you over. âIs that blood?â Thereâs a hint of fear in his voice at the thought of you getting hurt that bad. You nod your head. âBut itâs not mine,â you assure him. âItâs some guy. I cut his hand after he tried toâŠâ your lip quivers, eyes watering as you try to force yourself to explain to him, but he stops you.
âYou ainât gotta repeat it. He still there? Iâma kill that sonâna bitch.â He stomps down the stairs. You follow him. âDaryl, no, wait!â You grab his forearm, stopping him. âFuck we waitinâ for, huh?! I ainât just gonna let âem get away with it!â He swings his arm in frustration.
You shake your head. âIt doesnât matter,â you say. âLast night you said this doesnât have to be our realityâŠâ you pause before speaking again. âSo run away with me.â You speak through glossy eyes.
Daryl stares at you with a blank expression, as though he didnât hear you. âWhat?â
âLetâs run away,â you repeat. âWe could go anywhere. We could start over. Get out of this fucking dead weight town, with these twisted fucking people. Me and youâŠâ
You await his answer, hopeful that heâd agree.
But he didnât.
âI canât.â He replied.
âWhat do you mean you canât? Yes you can. We could leave right now and never look back, Darylââ
âMan, I said I canât!â He snapped. âI canât just leave Merle alone with that asshole in there. Heâs my brother.â You stare at him in shock. âAnd what am I to you?â You ask him. He doesnât answer, looking away from your hurt gaze. âWhat am I to you?â You ask again, your eyes watering. He still doesnât answer, almost as if heâs afraid to say.
âYou think he cares about you? Youâre not even worth a damn to care about.â Sandraâs voice echoes in the back of your mind.
âOh god⊠Sandra was right. You donât give a damn about meâŠâ you push past him, on your way to leave the trailer park but Daryl hastily grabs you. âAye, stop. You know that shit ainât true. I just⊠I just need you to wait. Once Merleâs outta jail Iâll tell him so he can come with us.â
The thought of Merle tagging along wasnât ideal. All his presence would do is drag Daryl down and the whole point of you two running away together was to get away from bullshit. Unfortunately Merle brings bullshit wherever he goes. Regardless of that fact, there was no clear way of knowing if heâd even come along when heâs out.
âAnd what if he says no? Then what?â
Daryl goes silent again, but that was all the answer you needed. You nod. âI get it,â You whisper. âStupid of me to ever think youâd choose me over blood.â You sniff, laughing at yourself. âWhen heâs out,â you say. âWeâll ask. Iâll wait a little longer.â
âWill you?â He speaks up. Now it was your turn to go silent, not answering his question as you began to back away to leave. âIâll see you later, Daryl.â
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1. Hello!!! Thank you so much for what you do! You are amazing! I want to make a ITMF fic request: I am looking for fics where wen Qing and Wen Ning are better siblings to Wei Wuxian than JC and JYL. I love their dynamic and I always found Jiang Cheng lacking in the sibling department. I prefare no modern setting, but I am not very picky. Their siblinghood can be anything from just calling eachother didi/gege/jiejie after spending a lot of time togiether and bonding, to sworn brotherhood, to WWX being outright adopted by the wens. I just want WQ WN WWX best siblings. Lots of love!
Ps: ignore my username, i dont want to see any ships between WQ WN WWX lol @justhereforthefilthnnsfw
đ§Ąđ Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 178k, WangXian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses WWX, caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war) I just read it and I loved it. And the siblings dynamic of Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning and Wen Qing is beautiful. It is modern, but with sound worldbuilding on the cultivation side
â€ïž The Third Young Master of the Qishan Wen by KouriArashi (T, 139k, WangXian, LXC/JGY, JC/WQ, WQ & WWX & WN, WWX & JGY, Canon Divergence, Alternate Canon, Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Politics, Revenge, Families of Choice, Sibling Bonding, Mutual Pining, Eventual Happy Ending, Everybody Lives)
Sunset, Sunrise by Ariana Deralte (ArianaDeralte) (T, 59k, WWX & WRH, WangXian, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Crack, Temporary Character Death, sorry I killed a-Yuan for a few paragraphs before the time travel, WWX is a Wen, Genius WWX, WRH gets to rewatch the series as a treat, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, in this house we acknowledge that all the sects have flaws, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, WWX Has ADHD, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Autistic LWJ) link in #5
Green-gege Saves a lot of Lives by Eternal_writes (T, 11k, WangXian, WQ & WWX, WN & WWX, YLLZ WWX, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Wen Remnants Live, Everyone Lives, Fix-It, Soft NMJ, POV NMJ, POV WWX, Supportive NMJ, Protective NMJ, NMJ solves all the problems unintentionally, NHS Knows Everything, NHSâs spies are talked about alot, NHS manipulates from the shadows like the best friend he fucking is, NHS & WWX Friendship, Sworn Brothers NHS& WWX & WN, BSSR makes a small appearance at the very end, Immortal BSSR is the best grandmother, Golden Core Reveal, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Good Sibling JC, Soft JC, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, WWX Lives, WWX Loves LWJ, WWX is not as oblivious as canon, WWX gets the help he deserves and his family back, Featuring WWXâs inventions)
Scars of Lightning by The_peregrine_falcon (T, 6k, YZY & WWX, WWX & WRH, WangXian, YZYâs A+ Parenting, Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Wen WWX, zidian, YZY is a bitch, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Major Character Injury, Heavy Angst, Lotus Pier, Nightless City, Young WWX, Muteness, Hurt kind of comfort)
A Star Fell by CordialCoroner (CordialCrow) (M, 76k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, No Golden Core Transfer, POV Multiple, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Not JC Friendly, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Slow Burn, Sunshot Campaign, WWX becomes a medic, Mutual Pining)
A Brotherâs Choice by Admiranda (M, 8k, Time Travel, Yiling Bros, Animal Death, Minor Character Death, madam yuâs canonical cruelty, Post-Canon Setting)
đ iâll keep walking by justdoityoufucker (orphan_account) (T, 2k, WQ & WWX & WN, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Everyone Lives, Found Family, Canon Jiang Cheng Characteristics)
Grave dirt by esama (T, 92k, WangXian, canon divergence, yiling wei sect au, demonic cultivation, farming, found family, pre-slash, politics, fix-it of sorts)
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2. Hello, how are you? Iâd like to thank you for this blog; the fandom wouldnât be the same without you!
Iâd like to request a modern AU fanfic featuring university Wangxian, with both of them yearning for each other without realizing their feelings are mutual. Explicit or general rating is fine!
Thank you so much, and have a great week! đ @witchsik
The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 70k, WangXian, Modern AU, Accidental Baby Acquisition,Kid Fic, explicit in much much later chapters, green card marriage (but not really), pining for your own husband, endless pining, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Nothing else bad or traumatic happens to the baby, [Podfic of] The Simplest Way Forward by knight_tracer)
Nothing But Trouble by brooklinegirl (E, 60k, WangXian, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Modern, JC mooning over WQ, getting wrecked sexually, WWXâs single brain cell, Practice Kissing)
đ so take my hand (take my whole life too) by cicer (E, 92k, wangxian, Modern, Accidental Baby Acquisition, oh my god they were roommates, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, this fic is not about trauma, itâs about the yearning, slowburn, some characters have a pretty strong bias against folks with drug addiction, (this does not reflect the authorâs opinion of people with addiction disorders!), none of the really grim abuse/drug use affects our main characters, and it takes place offscreen)
synesthesia by uchiuchi (T, 28k, WangXian, Modern, College/University, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining)
the earthquake in the room by phnelt (E, 39k, WangXian, College/University, Modern: No Powers, Canada, Getting Together, Mentions of lwj/others, background NieLan, background QingMian, inter-faculty romance, strangers to lovers to frenemies to lovers, mostly book characterisation, Background XuanLi)
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3. Perhaps please send me the top 10 best WangXian fics of all time based on likes, comments, and saves? @ethrealily
Top by Kudos
Top by Comments
Top by Bookmarks Please note these all are filtered only by WangXian and English
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4. I kkow it's a weird ask but please help I'm looking for 90k+word long fics with a virgin WY fic where he is a bottom but i dont mind swutch either. it's really hard to find fics like that. Please helpđđđđ
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5. Hello!
For In The Mood For, what are the current good regularly updating WIPS?
Doesn't need to be frequent as long as they do update sometimes!
No A/B/O please @chalionkat
Sunset, Sunrise by Ariana Deralte (ArianaDeralte) (T, 59k, WWX & WRH, WangXian, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Crack, Temporary Character Death, sorry I killed a-Yuan for a few paragraphs before the time travel, WWX is a Wen, Genius WWX, WRH gets to rewatch the series as a treat, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, in this house we acknowledge that all the sects have flaws, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, WWX Has ADHD, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Autistic LWJ)
The Threads of Fate by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 99k, WangXian, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Not Everyone Dies, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Good Uncle LQR, Protective LWJ, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Pining LWJ, WWX in WWXâs Body, JC & WWX Reconciliation, is it reconciliation if WWX doesnât know they were estranged?, Oblivious WWX, WWX Deserves Better, WWX Deserves Happiness, Siblings JC & WWX, Supportive JYL, Protective NHS, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Comic Book Science)
đ in the half shade of my thorns by Reverie (cl410) (M, 70k, WangXian, WIP, Developing Relationship, Autistic LWJ, POV LWJ, Genius WWX, WWX Protection Squad, Gusu Lan Sect, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, aka the Madam Yu warning, Light Angst And Hurt/Comfort, Politics, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, Cultivation Sect Politics, Protective WWX)
đ The Second Hand Unwinds by trulywicked (E, 75k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Not Yunmeng Jiang Sect Friendly, Not JiÄng Family Friendly, Not YZY Friendly, Time Travelling LWJ, Protective LWJ, Fluff, Minor Angst, Minor Character Death, JGS is his own warning, Wooing, LWJ is romantic af, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Protective Gusu Lan Sect, Supportive LXC, Good Uncle LQR, WWX Protection Squad)
Lucky to have a sister by Beginner9to5 (T, 50k, WIP, WangXian, Fix-It, Time Travel Fix-It, No Golden Core Transfer, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Canon Divergence, No resurrection, Failed soul summoning, Protective WQ, Good Sibling WQ, WQ is So Done, Adoptive Parent WWX, Protective NHS, Inventor WWX, Protective LWJ, Protective LXC, Jiang Family Bashing, JC Bashing, Hurt WWX, Scheming NHS, Bad Parents JFM and YZY, JC Has Issues, Homophobia, Morally Gray LWJ)
The Royal Mess by Writerqueensue (Not Rated, 21k, WIP, WangXian, Royalty, Arranged Marriage)
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6. Hello! Thanks for your hard work! I'm I'm the mood for some stories where Lan Zhan says or does something that makes Wei Ying thinks Lan Zhan actually does hate him (which he doesn't) and so Wei Ying stops trying to be his friend and ignores him or gets real formal and distant and Lan Zhan fixes his mistake or Wei Ying even falls for someone else. Angst can be included. Thank you! @marietsy40-blog
đ§ĄđTruth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 178k, WangXian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses WWX, caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war) link in #1
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7. itmf wangxian great british bake off fics? or anything adjacent to that!
thank you so much đ€ @starlightrenmin
Battle Chefs series by sami (T, 28k, WangXian, Modern, Reality Show, cooking contests, Format - Recaps, Humour) This is Battle Chefs but may hit the same spot
Welcome to the Great Gusu Bake Off! series by BlackWiresOnHerHead (G, 59k, Modern, College/University AU, The Great British Bake Off AU, Humor)
𧥠donât threaten me with a good time by livinginaworldofnoise (G, 60k, WangXian, Modern AU, Great British bake off AU, Script format, Fluff and Crack, Reality TV, Social media)
đ will the cultivators Nail It? by AmyNChan (G, 21k, minor WangXian, minor JYL/JZX, Nailed It AU, Modern AU, TV Show, Chaotic WWX, Awkward JZX, SS Being an Asshole, Judge LWJ, the Nailed It editors deserve a shoutout, Nichole and Jacques being best friends)
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8. Itmf first time parent Wei Ying is overwhelmed and crying himself because A-yuan (or any wangxian baby) is also crying a lot. @constellation-dks
my memory plays our tune, the same old song by Sweetlittlevampire (G, 15k, WangXian, Modern, Romance, Kid Fic, Neighbours, Bisexual WWX, LWJ Has Friends, Child trauma, Mentions of Death, Humour, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Rabbits, Misunderstandings, But only little ones!)
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9. hi!! I'm looking for fics which have absolutely batshit crazy plot twists. Like, jaw on the floor and can't function for 10 minutes plot twists. No JC bashing please!
đ Magical Marriage Ribbons Series by starandrea (Varies, 1m, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Accidental Marriage, Fluff, Happy Ending, Telepathic bond, Kink Negotiation, Family Drama, Magical Pregnancy, Dual Cultivation, Shapeshifters, Modern with Magic, Immortality, Yilling Wei Sect, [podfic] Magical Marriage Ribbons by dangercupcake) I would recommend the gratifyingly very long and creative Magical Marriage Ribbons series by Starandrea which has been reccâd here many times because it starts out canon(ish) and quickly goes into new territory/directions, increasingly more wild, but still with full flavor mdzs vibe
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10. Hey there! I have another request. Are there any five where Wei Ying is resurrected, but for him its like he was just at the siege and he isn't so blasé about being dead. And he wants nothing to do with the cultivation world and just walks away. It can be anybody who resurrected him, the point is he just says no to whoever did it and their plan. Even if he dies from refusing to do what was asked of him. Thanks! @marietsy40-blog
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11. HII! This is for itmf! Any crime/mafia au's i read "You & Me Baby, We'll Eclipse The Sun" and need more mafia au's! Or any wangxian mpreg fics with wwx and abusive madam yu/ madam yu fics where her treatment of wwx harms someone else and she gets in trouble
Crime & Chaos by NebulusCharlie (Not Rated, 24k, WangXian, Crime AU, Modern AU)
For Safekeeping Purposes by ChilianXianzi (M, 3k, wangxian, Modern, Gangsters, Crime Boss LWJ, Sugar Daddy LWJ, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, And LWJ's going to take care of that, thoroughly, Domestic fluff but everyone's in a crime syndicate, Found Family, Age Difference, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Canon-typical Abusive Jiangs)
So Full Of Love (Wouldnât Know Where to Start) by witchupbitch (M, 63k, WIP, WangXian, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Eventual Romance, Eventual Sex, Possessive LWJ, Protective LWJ, Blood and Violence, Idiots in Love, Humor, Mafia AU, Modern AU, Flirting, shameless WWX, Confident WWX, Explicit Language, Mutual Sexual Tension, dark LWJ, Dark WWX, Exhibitionism Sex, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings)
See What I've Become by Vamillepudding (T, 24k, WangXian, Mob, YLLZ WWX, Hurt/Comfort, LWJ Needs a Hug, Sickfic, Protective WWX)
What Belongs to You by cinder1013 (E, 36k, WangXian, Stripper WWX, Crime Boss LWJ, Sex Positive, stds do not exist in this world, Polyamory, Public Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Wall Sex, background 3zun, previous WWX/WLJ, but we donât see any of it here, but sheâs A-Yuanâs mother, Child Abandonment, Sex Work Is Work, gender non-conforming clothing, Good MY, Rimming, violence toward a child, violence in front of a child)
rather be the hunter than the prey by lokwacious, Regency_Bunny (E, 31k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Mafia AU, FBI Agent WWX, Mafia LWJ, Bichen is a gun now, Some Crack, Dark lwj, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Gangsters)
You Only Die Twice by Mikkeneko (T, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, Assassins/Spies, Assassins & Hitmen, Mafia AU, Action, Moderate Violence, a lot of people die but no named characters, not exactly lan sect friendly, not exactly lan sect critical either, Assassin LWJ, Kindergarten Teacher WWX, coffee shop meet cute, Let LWJ Say Fucks, lightly cracky, Non-Linear Narrative)
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12. hi, ITMF fics where A-Yuan is traumatized by the Jin Sect and what happened in the camps? Like I've seen some fics where A-Yuan can't stand people wearing gold because he associates the color with bad people. This is a very specific fix I'm currently in need of but don't know what to search for haha. Thank you very much for all the hard work!
keeping score by hauntedotamatone (T, 6k, LSZ & WWX, Background WangXian, the opposite of reconciliation, Protective WWX, Duelling, Grief/Mourning, not for jc fans, Swordfighting, Resentment, LSZ centric, No JC & WWX Reconciliation)
đ the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 105k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Self-Esteem Issues, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, PTSD, Handfasting, Panic Attacks, Getting Together, First Time, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, /Referenced Torture, Scars, Chronic Pain, Golden Core Reveal, First Time, Switching, sex-related injury, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, LSZ is a WĂši, Good Sibling JC, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Disability, Scheming NHS, Disabled Character, Somnophilia)
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13. Hello! Good morning/afternoon/evening. Sending this for "In the Mood for" :D Fics of LWJ and NHS scheming together? They could scheme against anyone that wronged them or in LWJ case, who wronged WY.
Example of this is in the fic "A Matter of Time" by mrcformoso. (A favorite fic of mine uwu )
Thank you!!!
Not This Time by Marinelifeclub (M, 93k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Angst, Dark LWJ, Protective LWJ, YLLZ WWX, Resentful WWX, Established Relationship, POV Alternating, Sunshot Campaign, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, Minor XuanLi, not for jc fans, eventual 3zun, Kid Fic)
đ Something is wrong with A-Zhan! by HeloSoph (M, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Sort Of, Dark LWJ, Morally Gray WWX, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, WWX Isnât Adopted by the Jiangs, WWX is a Lan, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, JC Bashing, Smitten LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Engaged WangXian, Blood and Violence, a lot of people die, LQR Metaphorically Qi-Deviates, because of, Shameless LWJ, LQR Tries, to fit into the following tag, Good Uncle LQR, Semi-Public Sex, or at least wangxianâs version of it, Scheming NHS, POV NHS)
The Way It Wasnât by KouriArashi (T, 72k, WangXian, XiYao, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fix-It, (eventually haha), Slow Build, Family Feels, Moral Ambiguity, Eventual Happy Ending)
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14. Hi y'all. In the mood for... Fics that vibe with 74243's tags about Nie Mingjue from Gimme shelter - "she's out there somewhere black motorcycle jacket / sleek moustache / bangin chicks" - Ă la plonk's good friends. NMJ preferred but any fic with the vibes welcome! Ty đ€
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15. Hello! For itmf, do you know fics that are set after the cloud recesses study arc in a no war au or an au where the war takes longer to start, so lwj and wwx interacting after cloud recesses while a bit more grown up and without a war to deal with. Basically something like the beginning of dispersing clouds. Thanks!!
Orchids in Lotus Pier by Vamillepudding (G, 21k, wangxian, canon divergence, romantic comedy, pining, protective JC, friends to lovers, misunderstandings)
đ sweet chaos by eachandeverydimension (G, 86k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Romance, Light Angst, Falling In Love, Different First Meeting, QÄ«nghĂ©ng-jĆ«nâs A+ Parenting, Night Hunts, Chinese Language, Good Sibling LXC, Good Sibling JYL, POV LWJ, Getting Together, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Chinese Culture, Slow Burn, No Homophobia AU)
Forgetting Envies and Fleeing Questions by marikazz (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, Repressed LWJ, Fluff, Swordfighting, the homoerotic kind, Love Confessions, Confessions, Flirting, Getting Together, Pining, Humor, POV LWJ)
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16. For itmf: a longer fic with a complex and poetic prose. I really like fancy words and purple prose. Or when the writer is doing something deliberately artistic with the language. Perhaps something weird and pretentious. Thanks for everything you do! @landofvinesandmonoliths
transmuter by WithLoweredVoices (Not rated, 113k, wangxian, Modern with Magic, Magical Realism, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending) I wouldn't call any of these pretentious but they all contain complex narrative and poetic language
Lovesong of the Square Root of Negative One by honeydrip (lmeden) (M, 55k, WangXian, JC & LWJ, JC & WWX, Modern, Blood and Gore, Elements of Horror, Elements of magical realism, Layered Narratives, A Story Within a Story, POV Multiple, Slow Burn, Not Everyone Dies)
đ Regrets by antebunny (G, 37k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Time Travel, Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Angst, Explicit Descriptions of Love, and other squishy feelings, Angst with a Happy Ending)
Gentle Exile by rynleaf (E, 9k, XiSong, Post-Canon, Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, References to Depression, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Character Study, Epistolary, Post-Canon, Exploration, [PODFIC] Gentle Exile by flamingwell, semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona)) this doesn't have purple prose, but I consider the use of language to be almost poetic (and there's even some poetry woven into the story), and the written structure is just as much part of the storytelling as the language (creative use of scene breaks, what is left- vs center-justified, etc)
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17. Hi!! ITMF a fic where lsz is raised primarily by wwx but without lwj. whether or not the fic contains wangxian is fine with me!! But lwj cant participate is raising lsz they can meet later when lsz is already grown (or at least preteen?) Thank you! Sorry if this ask was a little messy âčïž @draconislyra
hot for teacher by attackofthezee (noxlunate) (M, 8k, WangXian, Modern, Kid Fic, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Teacher LWJ, Single Parent WWX, Fluff, vaguely set geographically in the us)
đ how to make your dad fall in love with your high school teacher in five steps; the complete and bulletproof guide by ravenditefairylights (T, 90k, wangxian, modern, coffee shop au, nonbinary LSZ, hurt/comfort, trauma, past abuse, past domestic violence, healing, hurt WWX, found family, hospitalization, therapy, single parent WWX, pining, teacher LWJ, unreliable narrator, chronic pain, queer platonic relationship, genderfluid WWX, autistic LWJ, fluff & angst)
Picture Perfect by manaika (M, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, Past Relationship(s), Widower WWX, Grief/Mourning, Getting Together, Families of Choice, Family Feels, Stepfather WWX, LSZ is a WĂši, Single Parent WWX, Aromantic Relationship, Platonic Life Partners, itâs all in the past and only mentioned/discussed when relevant, Sex-Favorable Asexual WWX, RomanceHurt/Comfort, Past Character Death, Food Intake Related Medical Issue (not what you think) )
đ Song of Divination by LittleSummary (M, 28k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, LSZ & LWJ, LWJ & MXY, LWJ & WQ, LWJ & WN, WWX & WQ, WWX & WN, JL & WWX, NHS & NMJ, NHS & WWX, WIP, Single Parent WWX, Modern with Magic, Demonic Cultivation, Amnesiac WWX, Curses, Past Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Canon JC, No JC & WWX Reconciliation, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, LSZ is a Wei, MXY is a Wei)
The Winner Takes It All by YilingSani (M, 46k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent WWX, Old Friends, One Night Stands, No Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Forgiveness, Second Chances, Inspired by Mamma Mia! (Movies) Teen Pregnancy, Mpreg, mention of miscarriage, Birth Trauma, amniotic fluid embolism)
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Don't Blame Me
pairing: aizawa shota x fem!reader
word count: 1.8k
summary: aizawa indulges himself in you after a rough night.
warnings: smut (18+ minors dni) oral (f receiving)
a/n: this took on a life of it's own. sorry not sorry
The office is silent. Your fingers tapping along the keyboard and every tick of the clock the only sign of time passing. That itâs just you here. Every moment that passes stresses you out. Images conjuring in your mind of the disaster that was last night. Itâs okay. Heâs okay. Your eyes glance at his office door. Heâs never late.Â
Itâs almost two in the afternoon when he walks in. Your eyes track him. Every movement is slow and calculated. As if he doesnât want to waste more energy than he needs. Your brows dip into a furrow, relieved that heâs here but concerned nonetheless. He glances over at you, finally feeling your burning stare.Â
âWhat?â
âYou look like shit.âÂ
He blinks, unaffected. âI didnât sleep last night.âÂ
âI know. I watched the news this morning.â His shoulders tense at your words. âYou did good, you know.âÂ
He doesnât say anything more. You keep your smile to yourself as he walks into his office but keeps the door open. Itâs an invitation if you ever saw one. Only a few minutes pass before heâs looming over you, dark hair almost tickling your cheeks from how close he is. Heâs staring down at you, a mixture of disbelief and what you can only describe as well hidden affection. His hands grip your desk, knuckles white. The air around the both of you is intenseâso thick you can cut it with a knife. Slowly, you let your breath go, sending his hair into a flurry around your face.Â
âYou didnât have to do that.â He says staring down his nose at you.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.âÂ
âNo?â One hand raises, lifting to the back of your neck before threading through your hair. Slender fingers tangling into the roots and pulling tight, forcing your head back. Your breath catches, thighs squeezing together. âWhere are class 1-Aâs assignments?âÂ
You swallow around the large lump forming in your throat, doing your best to ignore the blood rushing in your ears. âGraded and filed back in their folders.âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
âBecause I want to take care of you. I want you to be able to rest. I want you to not have to worry when I know I can help.â
He groans at your words, fingers digging into your scalp. âSo good to me.â You whimper at the action, causing his eyes to flare to life. Whatever energy heâd been saving when he walked in, itâs pulsing through his veins now. âAlways so good to me, such a sweet thing. But do you know what I really want?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âMy name on your pretty lips.âÂ
âShota,â you whine.Â
âThere it is.âÂ
His office door is shut and locked. Youâre bent over his desk with your head resting on your forearms while heâs rucking up your skirt. Calloused hands push and pull at your newly exposed skin. You can barely hear his praises over the blood rushing in your ears. You know how to push Shotaâs buttons, of course you do, but you never expected this. It has you on edge if youâre being honest.Â
âShota,âÂ
He pauses in his movements, eyes meeting yours. You donât miss the way he swallows, gaze sweeping over you before his hands squeeze tightly. He knows you, can read you like a book. When youâve been working together for as long as you two haveâand dating for just as longâhe knows youâre wanting an explanation. His eyes break from yours, looking at anything but you. Sighing, you push back and stand to your feet. A gentle hand cups his cheek, thumb tracing the scar that runs under his eye. Was it something like that? You canât help but wonder. That had been bad. When the students had been attacked, only him and Thirteen were there to protect the kids. Youâd never been so stressed in your life.Â
âYouâll have to forgive me if Iâm being a little indulgent.â He states, warm fingers wrapping around your wrist. He brings your hand to his mouth, lightly kissing each tip of your fingers. âThere wasâitâa brief moment last night where I wasnât sure if Iâd come back to you.âÂ
Your heart drops. Breaks right through your ribcage and shatters. God, youâd already come so close to losing him. What do you say to that? He already knows. Heâs a pro hero. You knew exactly what the stakes were when you started dating. Thereâs no going back. You can only move forward and be thankful for everyday that you have with him.Â
âShota,âÂ
âThatâs what I thought of,â he says, cutting you off with a soft smile, âI thought of my name on your lips.âÂ
Your head tips forward so you and him are resting forehead to forehead. The tenseness is his body slowly melts away with each of your mingled breath. A warm hand has worked its way back up your skirt, toying with the hem of your panties. Theyâre lace, his favorite. Meeting his eyes you scoot back so youâre sitting on the desk. Both of you ignoring when a picture frame falls, glass breaking.Â
âSo good to me,â he mutters, pulling the lace down. âNever have to worry about you.â You whine as he kneels in front of you, shoving your underwear in his back pocket. âAre you going to be a good girl for me?âÂ
âYes sir.â The answer comes out breathless, chest heaving as your fingers find their way into his dark hair.Â
âThatâs my girl.â Â
Taking a chance you look down at him and his gaze is searing. Youâre being burned and scarred from all the stars and galaxies that hide in the depth of his dark eyes. You could get lost trying to chart the constellations.Â
A gasp cuts through the silence when his thumb pulls your lip free. You blink, mind hazy. How is he doing this? Just his presence is making you feel completely fucked out. Thereâs something about Shota Aizawa that youâll never get used to.Â
Youâre so weak. God, youâre so weak for this man.Â
Shota hums, pulling his hand away from you. Like youâre something delicate and he didnât want to break just yet.Â
âMy good girl,â he repeats his words. His voice is deep, ran through gravel, but something about the words is dripping in honey. âCan I have a taste?âÂ
âPleââÂ
Heâs smirking in between kisses that lead further up your leg. Teeth nipping at the soft skin of your thigh. âI havenât even touched you yet, sweet girl.â The pet name has your head falling back.Â
âNeedy are we?â He questions, hands moving up your legs, thick fingers digging into the tender flesh.Â
He runs his nose over your center, taking in a deep breath. His hands tighten on your thighs, as if heâs stopping himself from diving right in. You shudder, squeezing your thighs together only for him to pry them apart.Â
You swallow, breathing shallow, taking him in as his large hand lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. Youâre a pathetic pile of putty in his hands. You canât help but wonder if he knew he could mold you into anything he wanted. He could straight out ruin you and youâd thank him.Â
His hand trails up your leg, rough calluses catching on your skin. There is no buildup, his finger running through your folds, a hum as he collects it before sticking the digit in his mouth.Â
âYou're soaked,sweetheart. Fuck, you taste sweet. But I bet your cunt is absolutely heavenly, isnât that right pretty girl?âÂ
âYes, sir.â It comes out in a sigh.Â
âShota.â
He gives nothing else before diving in. You moan, your head falling back, breaking eye contact. Only to lift it when he smacks your thigh.Â
âEyes on me,â he warns.Â
You simply nod, biting back your whimper. His tongue is flat as it makes its way through your folds. Thinking about Shota having thoughts about face fucking you makes you clench around nothing. Your nails dig into the palms of your hands.Â
âShota,â you murmur, hips lifting to roll against his face.Â
âSweet girl.â He replies voice thick with amusement. You squirm at the feel of his breath against you. His thumb rolls your clit in circles as his tongue parts your folds. He slips a digit in before replacing it with his tongue.Â
You grind yourself on his face, barely catching the feel of his nose against your clit. You whisper his name, a chant, a prayer. He holds you open and licks up the seam of your sex, you jerk, knee barely grazing his cheek.Â
âEasy, now sweetheart.âÂ
He strokes and teases your pussy. Switching off between his thick fingers and his tongue. He has you quivering, your lip bitten raw from how hard you're trying to not draw too much attention. The sounds of you clenching around his fingers, his tongue are obscene and he fucking loves it. Â
You feel like youâre out at sea. Every crashing wave grows higher and higher building a tsunami that canât be stopped. You move with every flick of his tongue. Heel digging into his shoulder when he sucks your clit into his warm mouth. It almost sends you over.Â
âYou taste fucking devine. The best nectar Iâve ever had.âÂ
You canât help but laugh. Youâre on the edge. Just a push. A simple push andâyou bite back a sob, tears pricking at your eyes as he draws figure eights with his tongue. The perfect pressure and you're flying.Â
âOh my god,âÂ
Shota groans against you, feeling your release. You clench tightly on his tongue as he fucks it into you, wanting to take everything youâve got to give. He keeps up his pace, helping you ride it out. As your hips slow down he replaces his tongue with his fingers, his mouth going back to your sensitive nub.Â
âNo, no. Itâs too much.âÂ
âCome on, be a good girl. I know youâve got another one for me.âÂ
A chronic people pleaser, you bask in praise. His praise is far and between. Hardly given to anyone who doesnât deserve it, and it shoots straight to your core. Youâre desperate, small whimpers falling from your lips, your cunt pulsing and aching. Itâs all burning heat before it melts into pleasure.Â
You're dripping down your thighs. You know itâs all over his face. He catches your eye when he pulls away, a grin tilting his lips. A gift just for you. Heâs shining with your release. Leaning forward he catches you by surprise and kisses you. Thrusting his tongue into your mouth, you moan at the taste of you. As quickly as it started it was over.Â
He swiftly stood, pulling your pants back up. You watch him in a heady daze as he fixes your skirt. You donât miss how he keeps your panties. Eyes trailing down you catch sight of the bulge in his pants. His thumb hooks into your chin.Â
âLater. I do have to work.âÂ
You smile, watching as he goes to the office door and unlocks it. He leaves it open and thatâs an invitation if youâve ever seen one. You can wait until later. When youâll have all the time in the world to show the man you love just how much you love him.Â
#aizawa shota x reader#shota aizawa x reader#aizawa x reader#aizawa x you#aizawa shota x you#shota aizawa x you#aizawa shota smut#my hero academia fanfiction#aizawa shota one shot
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Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ miguel x spidey!fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! NO SPOILERS !!!! splashes of angst. unprotected sex. creampie. cervix fucking. WORD COUNT: 1.8K PSD CREDIT!!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI !!!!!!!ïŒ êŠêșÏêș)〠@miguelism @pompomegranate come get ya mans !!!!! PART TWO HERE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You can still see him here.
Itâs not real and it never will beâ not again, anyways.
âMarch 13th.âÂ
How long are you going to keep doing this? Your jaw tenses. Here we go again.
The argument is a solo act; thereâs no one to talk to here but you. So naturally, you run the same trite script until it comes to the same inevitable conclusion: giving in to the self-indulgence.
The bad thingâs already happened. You lost Miguelâ well, more like he lost you. Youâre the one trapped in this purgatorial vortex. The space that lies between every what if, the border of every possibility.
And itâs so fucking lonely.
So itâs ironic that your multiverse jumping wristband is good for anything but its intended use. It mocks you, its amber projections burning red when you even so much as try to go home. Not to your original timelineâ to HQ.
To him.
But you know that will never happen so you make do with what you have: the memories stored on your gadget, the device looking worse for wear with jagged claw marks running down its sides, disappearing into the scarred flesh that lies beneath it.Â
He didnât mean to hurt you. You know that.
You wish you could tell him.
You (metaphorically) furiously fan away that cloud of remembrance. Youâre already stuck, no need to dwell on the last time your heart was ripped out. You lie back, resting against nothing but floating amongst everything. Limbo sure is weird.
Arm resting over your stomach, you train your eyes on the happier time playing out from the screen on your wrist. Itâs not perfect; the vision cracks, sometimes glitches in reds and greens before going back to normal. Itâs getting worse.Â
There you go again! Weâre trying to have a good time here.Â
Right. Right.
Sorry.
Focus.
You take a deep breath, chest rising and falling steadily.
Focus.
You close your eyes and when you reopen them, fix them on the screen that shows you strutting in Miguelâs domain, itâs like youâre there.
Itâs like youâre back home.
âYou gotta eat, you know.â Tossing a paper bag way up high, it doesnât surprise you that he catches it with lightning fast reflexes, even with his back turned to you. âAnd if you donât, Iâll make âem take empanadas off the menu.âÂ
Heâs still. Only sound coming from him is the rustling of the bag. At least thereâs that, you think as you approach the floating platform. âDonât make me come up there!â You holler, though you only get your own echo in return.Â
Shit. Heâs in a mood.
Throat flexing with a thick swallow, you decide to go up anywaysâ you sure donât want to wait for him to come to you. Thingâs slow as hell. Â
Webs whipping from your wrist, you fashion a slingshot apparatus to propel you yards into the air. Nothing beats the rush of a flight, even now as you descend into what could be a particularly thorny situation with a particularly grumpy man.Â
But heâs your particularly grumpy man.Â
âHey,â Your voice starts softly, âEverythingââ
He turns around, stopping you in the middle of what was going to be your magnum opus of pep talks to show heâs got a mouthful of doughy goodness that keeps him from talking. And when he swallows, thereâs a damn smirk waiting for you to kiss.
You donât fall for it, at least not now but god do you want to. But firstâŠ
âAsshole!âÂ
âYou just jumped to conclusions.â Another bite of the savory empanada just to tick you off. Youâre so cute when youâre annoyed, even if itâs all in good fun. Your cheeks puff up and your nose scrunches when your eyebrows furrow. Heâll kiss you if you wonât.
âOh, real mature. Hiding behindââÂ
In a flash, the empanada goes back in the bag and in red glowing binds gets fastened to the side of his computer mainframe, freeing up his hands to pull you close. A little too roughly, but you melt into his big frame regardless, lips pursing against his and giggling when you can taste meat and spice.
âHow romantic.â You mutter and he laughs.
God, his laugh. Nobody heard it too oftenâ nobody but you, that is.
When Miguel was with you, itâs as if you two were in a world of your own. A timeline of your own. Where past transgressions and terrible happenings were nonexistent. Where he could be him, the man he was supposed to be: sweet, charming, and kind. And where you could love him like he deserved.
Is someone else filling that role now?Â
Great! Youâre thinking too much again. Stop fucking this up!
âJune 27th!â You blurt, warped back to reality when your thoughts strayed too far from the projection.Â
The pictureâs changed now. Youâre home, your residence littered with reminders of Miguel. Itâs empty, but not for long. The front door slams open and you and Miguel come pouring in, him taking the lead as the two of you blindly navigate the foyer with your lips locked and hands gripping each other for dear life.
Your cheeks in real time burn. Maybe you shouldnât stay for this memory.
Oh, donât be such a prude. Itâs literally you! The little voice in your head chastises and honestly⊠You canât argue with that.
âM-Miguel, I donâtâ I donât haveâ Iâm not onââ
âShut up.â A tempered hiss is pressed to your lips, thick digits coming to frame your face as he pushes you further into the space youâve come to share together. âOr Iâll change my mind about filling you up.â
You canât argue with that.
âSay it.â His growling crests your ears, breath hot and fangs out just moments later when his pelvis is flush against yours, cock buried to the base in your sopping wet pussy. You swear heâll drip drool on you at this point, the man driven to the brink of his sanity by the way your cunt hugs him so tight. Itâs like you want to milk him for all heâs worth.Â
Your hands paw helplessly at his chest, all your energy zapped as your eyes roll back under the curtain of fluttering fluffy eyelashes. âF-Fuck Miguelâ f-fill me up!âÂ
âKeep going.â His voice is low, rich and dark.
The fat head of his cock presses up against your sensitive bundle of clitoral nerves, slamming hard when you whimper and cry for him, âRight there, right there!â You start to babble, the words freely flowing from your kiss-bruised lips because your brain is long gone, âF-Fuck me, need your cumâ need you, need you, Miguel! Please donât stop, please!âÂ
âYeah? Canât feel whole without my cock? Need it?â His tone seeped in pride, he loves seeing you unravel for him like this. âIâm givinâ it to you baby, right where you need it. You feel that? Your little pussy crying for me, so fucking wet. Fuck, youâre so good. Good for me.â Heâs kissing you now, sloppy and panting into your mouth before his tongue ravishes yours and swallows every moan you give him.
Your legs locked around his waist still bounce, hips raised off the bed by Miguelâs brutish clutch so he can bully more of himself into you, harder and faster. Your lower body limply follows his every move, takes every slam and thrust all the while wet squelches fill the room. Your vision finally coming back, you see his nostrils flare and his eyes glazed over with a beastly kind of lust. Itâs enough to make your bones shiver.
You canât help but let your gaze rest there, even as he fucks you within an inch of your life, always so fervent with his thrusting as he stuffs you full, but you just canât get over this view: his pectoral muscles flexing when you tighten up around him in just the right way, the way sweat gathers on his brow before trickling down his sharp jawline, and the way his lips stay agape because if heâs not groaning, heâs growling.
âThatâs it, mi vida. Doinâ so good. Pussy takinâ me all the way in. Shitâ Iâm addicted. Might just fuck you raw every time. Want that?â One hand comes to your face, thumb just barely squishing your cheek and making you pout. âSay it.âÂ
âY-Yes, yes! Please Miguel!â Tear drops glimmering in the corners of your eyes, you plead for him, âC-Cum inside me, Iâm getting close!â Every sense of yours is on fire, everything burning bright for him and only him. Always for him.
And you see a similar inferno explode in his narrowed eyes just then and itâs immediate, the way he unhooks your legs from his waist and bends them aaaalllllll the way back until your knees are violently knocking against the mattress, his lumbering body taking yours in the mating press he so adores.
Because he gets to fill you to the brim. Bump and grind against your cervix until even that soft nodule is his. Heâs staking his claim, making you his as the soles of his feet dig deep into the sheets, his toned limbs caging your bouncing body until youâre nothing but a squealing little mess for him to clean up.
His balls slap firmly and roughly against your folds, sticky webs of cum starting and breaking each time he snaps his hips. Your walls tremble around him, gushing out more of your essence every time. Youâre just about undone. He can feel it.
But so is he, his already thick cock pulsating with another rush of blood as the coil in his stomach heats up. He puts all his weight into you, onto you the last couple thrusts â he knows you can take it â so he can kiss you. So he can taste you.
ââM cumming, c-cummingâŠâ Your words are muffled and tired, eyes wheeling back as your orgasm hits you hard and heavy, Miguel following soon after with plenty of cum to fill your pretty pussy up with and an animalistic series of grunts as his cock twitches and throbs inside you. Itâs thick and so much, too much so that the opaque matter starts to pool out when his hard shaft finally leaves you, giving your featherlight folds another heaping layer of viscosity.
ââTchâ itâs cominâ out already.â He huffs, though with a bit of a laugh. âCanât have that.â So his fingers gather whatâs remaining and slip into your cunt before he pops another kiss to your parted lips, nipping just a teeny bit on the bottom half to get you to squeal one last time for him.
And thatâs how the video ends. Thatâs how you finish, having followed along with lithe fingers rubbing your aching clit and one or two at any time plunged and crooked inside you, but itâs not the same.Â
Itâll never be the same.
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Hungry Like the Wolf - Remus Lupin x Reader
Summary: Remus is gifted an alternative potion to Wolfsbane near the full moon, meant to convert the magic of his transformation into energy. But the run you expect him to go on to burn some of the energy off isn't as much of a jog as it is a chase, and you're the one he's after. // sorry mom for writing smut to a song from a band you like.. god willing you never find this đ«Ą
Contents/Warnings: smut (minors dni), p in v, p in v from the back, oral sex (f receiving), bondage, predator/prey dynamics (everything is consensual), overstimulation, lots of wolf metaphors and language, remus is not in his wolf form, he is human
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James is incredibly skilled at potions. Youâve known this since first year, since he rivaled Severus himself, and he only got better with age and lessons. Now heâs a master, but heâs set aside his talents to take care of his wife and son. Honorable, of course, but it makes you wonder what he could be if he tried his hand again at the cauldron.
Heâd given you a taste of his skill last night, presenting Remus with a little bottle of purplish ooze at your weekly dinner.Â
ââS an alternative to wolfsbane,â Heâd explained, a hand sheepishly clinging to the back of his neck and scratching at his chocolate curls there, âItâs supposed to channel all of the transformative magic into energy. So youâll stay human, but youâll be, like, bouncing off the walls.â
Wolfsbane is appreciated, but seriously lacking as a solution. Remus still has to endure the cracking of his bones, the tearing of his skin, the self-destruction every month, so for James to cook up a remedy that made Remus almost normal, well⊠your big bad boyfriend had shed a tear or two.
âOkay,â You exhale, a loud sigh in the silence of the shack you chain Remus up in every full moon, âGive it a test, Rem.â
He strains his wrists, veins popping under his tan, scarred skin. Nothing there. Then his ankles, he flexes his calves and tugs hard at the restraints, but nothing gives.Â
âPerfect.â You wish you could grin at the satisfactory results, but chaining your boyfriend up for reasons other then sex is nothing youâre too happy about.
âIf the potion doesnât work,â Remus rasps, voice gruff from the heavy light of the moon outside, âYou should be safe with me chained. And if it does work, you can let me go. âSpose Iâll just go for a run or something, Prongs said it would make me hyper.â
âAlright,â You nod, leaning in to kiss his soft, smooth temple. He leans into the affection with a strained smile, eyes on the purple bottle in your hands.
âBottoms up,â You grin warily, raising the narrow-necked flask to Remusâs lips. As soon as he purses his lips around the mouth you tip the vial down his throat, purple ooze gone in a flash. It doesnât taste good, if the immediate grimace that scrunches Remusâs nose and purses his lips is any evidence to go by.
âChrist,â The man dry heaves, and you smear a dollop of the substance away from the corner of his mouth, âOh, god, I think Prongs shit in that bottle and charmed it purple.â
âOh,â You recoil at the thought, smearing the ooze off of your skin with Remusâs discarded shirt, âWell thatâs lovely. How long to transformation?â
âIf this doesnât work,â Remus pants, scar-littered chest heaving, âA few minutes. Go on, dove, wait outside. If you hear howling, go back home and come get me in the morning.â
âOkay,â You reluctantly rise, brushing your knees off from where theyâd been slowly sinking into the soft earth beneath you, âGood luck. Love you, Rem. Be safe, please try not to scratch over that cut on your thigh; it hasnât healed right.â
âCanât help it,â Remus groans, head ducking as his stomach begins churning. Heâs starting to think that maybe James isnât as good at potions as youâve all been thinking, and that heâll start morphing any second now, He lets out a sharp cry, jaw tightening as he clenches it and squeezes his eyes shut, âGo, dove, now!â
You donât need to be told twice. You rush for the door of the shack, swinging it shut behind you and praying the worn hinges donât just snap. You lean your back to the door, waiting, listening as Remus feels either the effects of the potion, or the effects of the moon. Whichever one it is, something is happening to him.
Thereâs a string of groans, moans, and everything in between, and youâve never been present for a transformation of his (strict orders from the man himself), but youâre sure thatâs whatâs happening. You hear the chains rattle as he strains against them, and youâre praying he doesnât manage to snap them in a burst of wolfish rage.
Then the noise dies down, and eerie silence falls over the forest. Youâre still leaned up against the door, and every rustle of the wind through the trees or mouse through the bushes has your stomach flipping in fear.
Apparently though, you shouldnât be worried about whatâs in front of you, more whatâs behind you.
The knob your hand is still draped over turns, and youâre ripping yourself away from the door with a terrified gasp. The door swings open behind you, and there Remus stands, human, but- not.
Heâs human-sized, human-shaped, but something isnât right with his eyes. Theyâre darker than normal, more dilated, and heâs staring hard at you with a tight jaw while his bare chest heaves.
His shoulders are illuminated by the soft, warm light of the shack thatâs spilling through the door but his face- his scarred face is shining solely in moonlight. It bathes him, drapes him where clothes donât, and makes the dark abyss of his eyes shine.
âRemus,â You breathe, an uncertain whisper in the night air.
He doesnât answer.Â
His eyes, still pools of darkness, with the slightest rim of his familiar chocolate brown around the edge, rake slowly down your form. Youâre only clad in a drafty nightgown, ready to either run back to bed at the sound of a wolf, or wave goodbye to Remus from your window as he jogged away. You hadnât expected this, whatever it is.
âRemus-â You try again, watching as his eyes gradually reach your face again. Before you can get the last letter out, before you can fully taste his name on your tongue, his eyes snap to yours and narrow infinitesimally.
âRun.â
Your body understands before your brain does, and your leg moves backwards to plant your foot somewhere behind you. But you linger, âWhat?â
He lunges for you, hands outstretched, âRun,â and you blanche.
A noise comes out of your throat that canât be categorized as you whirl on your feet. You suppose itâs somewhere between a shriek and a gasp, but itâs warbled as your lungs take in more air than theyâre letting out. Despite it all, your chest heaves, and your feet ache as you slap them against the forest floor. Remus isnât a particularly fast runner, he smokes too much to be able to breathe well, but whateverâs chasing you is more than Remus. Youâve never seen Remus this intense before, youâre not sure heâs even in there. You donât know what James has concocted, but youâre going to have a long list of notes ready when he asks for a report.
Your skin is on fire, almost like Remus has already caught you. You hadn't bothered to look anywhere but those eyes, and you fear the worst; long, gnarled wolf fangs on his fingertips and razor sharp canines over his tongue. You can hear him inches behind you, he could reach out and snatch you if he tried, but he doesnât. You realize with a sick sense of despair that heâs chasing you for fun, that youâre his prey and heâs letting you have the illusion of escape. You canât outrun him, heâll always be a few steps behind. You hear his breath, and if you concentrate you can feel its ghost on the back of your neck as you sprint through the woods. Itâs slower, more even than your erratic gasps, the heave of your chest making you lightheaded.Â
You donât know which way youâre running anymore, but thereâs nothing for miles. No gas station you can beg for help in, no nearby farm where you can distract Remus with a lone sheep. Itâs just trees, trees that you canât climb before he reaches you.
The crack of his feet against twigs, leaves, and all in between slows slightly, and you know itâs not because he canât keep up. He doesnât even sound out of breath, and youâre terrified at the thought that he could outrun you by miles and you wouldnât stand a chance. Now heâs several steps behind, and tears brim at your eyes, hopeful ones that beg for the possibility that heâs been distracted by some wildlife.Â
Soon enough, his presence fades away altogether. You donât dare look back, youâre terrified of seeing the face of the man you love contorted, twisted by the purple potion into something dark and predatory; something hungry.
When youâre absolutely sure heâs not there anymore, and only the sounds of the forest surround you, chirping crickets and wind howling like a chilling reminder of the moon above, you slow down, immediately hunched over your knees to try and catch your breath. Thereâs no movement but your own, the great rise and fall of your chest and the sagging of your shoulders. You donât recognize the part of the woods youâve come to, and you bite back tears as you realize that your best hope is climbing a tree and waiting until morning.Â
Thereâs one to your left that looks good for climbing. The branches are low hanging and you could probably pull yourself up enough to have a birdâs eye view of the forest so that you can watch for Remus.Â
Then thereâs the snap of a twig behind you, and your stomach plummets. You whirl around to press your back against the trunk of the tree, eyes wide as they scan the forest in front of you. You see nothing, not a sign of life in sight, so you edge around the tree, chin touching your shoulder as you check your side view. When youâve scanned your left adequately, and found nothing out of order, you turn your head to the right, and there he is.
Heâs standing an inch away from you, dark eyes fully lit by the moon. You scream loud enough to send birds fleeing from their trees, and he lunges for your open mouth. Your panicked shout turns into a warbled cry as he kisses you hard, tongue nearly gagging you as he seems determined to make you swallow it.
His hands have an iron grip on your waist as he looms over you, and you struggle to push and shove at his shoulders for a breath. Itâs only when he moves on, leaving his tongue outstretched as he drags it from your mouth to your jaw that you can breathe.
âRemus!â You cry, struggling to escape his grip, âNo, no- please! Please let me go, I- I donât know what James made you but please, itâs me! Donât hurt me, Remus please donât hurt me, I-â
His hand snakes up your throat to clamp over your mouth. The tears that had beaded in your eyes are flowing down your cheeks now as you shake with a sob, and the clear liquid trickles over his scarred skin.
âDove,â He murmurs, hot and wet into your neck, âIâm not going to hurt you.â
Youâre only able to manage a confused whimper from behind his heavy hand, but he licks a stripe along your jaw and bumps the tip of his nose into the bridge of your own.
âDid you think I was going to hurt you?â He asks, breath fanning over your cheek. You nod, still wary, and he coos in sympathy, lips pressing to your skin.
âNo, darling.â He promises, and the grip he has on your waist thatâs pinning you to the tree seems a lot less sinister now, âIf I wanted to kill you, I wouldnât have let you run.â He dips his nose to your neck, takes in a breath, a drag of your scent that flows through his veins like ecstasy if the shuddering exhale he releases over your skin is any evidence.
âNo,â He lets out a wry chuckle, mouthing once more at your neck, âI wanted a chase. Iâm not going to hurt you, Iâm going to eat you, dove. And then Iâm going to fuck you. Do you understand?â
He uncovers your mouth so that you can answer him, and you let out a sharp gasp, âRemus, I- What?â
âHe said energy,â Remus pants, still licking at your neck like itâs coated in ambrosia. He breaks away with a heavy groan, like itâs a monumental feat to tear himself away from your skin, âJames said, itâll be converted into energy. Well it was.â
He gestures to his torso, and your eyes travel down his scarred chest until they reach- oh god.
Shit, heâs hard. Like, painfully, achingly, astoundingly hard, his cock so erect that itâs curved up towards his belly and already leaking precum. Your mouth falls open and you swear it lines itself with drool, your chest still heaving from the adrenaline of the moment.
âIâm on fire,â Remus pants, head downturned, hands in fists as his side to keep from touching you. The veins in his hands pop and his arms tremble with the force of his grip. You catch a hollow, empty feeling below your belly at the sight.Â
âIâm- I canât control it, I need- I need something,â He grunts, snapping his head up so that he can meet your eyes, âIf you donât want this, tell me now.â
âRemus, I- I donât-â
âTell me!â He roars, eyes wide as he breathes heavy, âI need to know now, Y/N. Yes or no?â
âYes!â You nod vigorously, eyes fixated on his twitching, leaking cock, âYes, Remus, I want this.â
He reaches for the skirt of your nightgown with a swift hand, and in one fluid motion, itâs torn off of you. Your breath hitches in shock as your back suddenly hits the bark of the tree behind you, and Remus bunches your nightgown into a strip of fabric.
âHands up,â He instructs, and as youâre fumbling to process his words and comply, he repeats it, âHands up!â
âI am! I am,â You gush, arms shaking as you hold them above your head, âRemus, what are you-?â
âAround the tree,â He instructs, gripping one of your wrists and pulling you to the side with it. You stumble as he manhandles you, but manage to catch yourself in the soft earth below while he puts one of your wrists on either side of the tree branch above you.
He makes quick work of your wrists, tying one end of the nightgown to your right wrist, then slinging it over the tree branch and securing the other end to your free wrist. It means that youâre hanging from the tree by your wrists, your feet just barely still touching the ground.
âRemus,â You whimper, squirming in the cool night air. You feel much too exposed, breasts lit by the moon and panties the only thing stopping you from being completely naked. But when Remus steps back to admire his work, something inside of your stomach begins to coil at his blackened eyes.
He drops to his knees and they hit the ground with a dull thump. The ghostly fire youâd felt from the thought of his touch before was now pleasurable instead of painful. Now you ache for him, a heavy gush of slick already gathering behind the fabric of your panties.Â
Itâs no surprise that Remus zeroes in on the lacy material. He starts mid-thigh, pressing his nose into your flesh like heâs trying to drill a hole there.
âMm,â He groans, mouth opening to press haphazardly to your skin. He grunts into your flesh, fingers rising to squeeze at your skin.
âSmell so fucking good,â He rasps, his voice gruff from the effort itâs taken him to restrain himself, âGod, what- whatever James put into this stuff didnât stop my senses from heightening. Fuck, itâs like- hnngh,â He licks a fat, wet, hot stripe up your thigh, flicking his tongue into the crease of its base, ââNever tasted you like this before, dove.â
âRemus,â You whimper, squirming in your restraints, trying to force yourself lower to meet his tongue at your thigh, âPlease, please hurry.â
âI- mmf,â Remusâs nose presses against the hood of your clit, lips ghosting over the fabric covering your slit, âDove, I can smell you, I can smell how wet you are. I can smell it, fuck, dripping, pooling in your cunt. I-â He lunges for the hem of your panties with his teeth, snagging the fabric on his canines and tearing it off of you, âI need to taste you, darling.â
Apparently heâs done savoring you. His teasing touches and slow buildup are nowhere to be seen, now he leads with his tongue and jams it into your cunt with almost no warning. Your thighs jerk at the sudden intrusion, but once you get them back in place you try sinking down ont his face with what little give your restraints give you.
âOh! Oh, Remus,â You shriek, your exhale laced with a gluttonous moan as Remusâs tongue laps at your slick, âOh, god, you feel so good.â
âYou taste amazing,â He marvels, speaking with his face buried so far in your cunt that you think you feel the words more than you hear them. They crawl up your spine, thrumming through your blood and lodging themselves into your brain, only egging on the pleasure rolling through your core.
Remusâs tongue is eager and rough, his mouth alive as he ravages you from below. You feel the scrape of his teeth against your clit, and the sensation is so jarring that you nearly snap the branch above you from how hard you straight against your restraints. He has no boundaries, no limits, no control as he sucks you dry, tongue running over and over and over again through your folds to lick up any last drop of slick that your cunt is still pouring eagerly. He drags a tongue full of the stuff to your clit, smearing and covering the sensitive bud in your slick. From there, when itâs coated and dripping, he sucks it dry, tongue bobbing against the bundle of nerves so desperately that you squeeze your thighs around his face.Â
He seems to realize that youâre uncomfortable now, with the way youâre struggling so hard to bring him in impossibly closer. He doesnât need to think twice before he grabs the backs of your thighs, nails digging into the soft, pillowy flesh of your ass.
He spreads your legs further, wrapping them around his head and throwing them over his shoulders. It means he can attack your cunt from a new angle, nose grinding against your clit as he makes out with your hot, wet pussy.Â
Heâs insatiable, sucking slick out of your cunt that it hasnât even produced yet. His tongue runs wet and eager over the most sensitive parts of your body, and flicks impossibly far into your hole, squelching obscenely as he tongue-fucks you.
âFuck,â He growls, the animalistic sound sending a shiver up your spine as he hauls you further against his face, smashing his nose and tongue even further into you. His words are spoken into your cunt and his lips, tongue, and teeth all grate against your folds, the humming vibrations of his voice nearly sending you over the edge.
âCum,â He snarls, demanding and rough. He fucks his tongue into you relentlessly, nose providing constant stimulation to your clit as it bobs against the nub, âCum! Cum on my face,â He orders, and you let his words fuel the blaze of pleasure thatâs burning hot and wild at your core, âI want to eat your cum, dove, now.â
The last word tapers out into a raspy growl, a gruff edge to his voice that makes it final. You let the coil thatâs been slowly tightening below your belly finally burst, and you cum just as voraciously as heâs been eating you out the entire time.
You feel like youâve squirted, but you canât tell for sure, because his mouth is sucking the cum out of you before it can go anywhere. Thereâs no splatter on his face because his mouth is latched tight to your cunt, lips suctioned so that your release shoots into his mouth like his does so often in yours.
He grunts and groans viciously into your pussy as he licks you clean, tongue lapping over every available inch of your cunt until youâre sure itâs got no remnant of your slick or your final release. If his saliva wasnât replacing your slick, youâre sure youâd be dried out by now, completely sucked void of all of your wetness.
When heâs milked every last taste of your cum out of your folds, he growls in frustration. Itâs a huffy sort of sound, and your cunt is already tingling with the prospect of your next release.
He pushes your shoulders off of him and in one fluid motion, stands and lunges for your wrists. He knocks his face into your own to do so, and you have to lean back to take a breath when he kisses you because heâs such a presence.
His tongue is just as eager in your mouth as it was in your cunt, and you can taste your own release on him. He licks up your own tongue, groaning as he nips lightly at your bottom lip and smooths over it with a sweet lap of his tongue. You beg for more in the way that you tip your face up into his own, and you feel him wrestling with your nightgown where itâs tied around your wrists. He kisses more aggressively the harder he strains to blindly untie you, and when he finally loses his patience, he growls down your throat.
âFuck,â He snaps, abandoning the careful grip he has on each side of the knot and tearing the fabric in two instead. Apparently his senses werenât the only thing still heightened, it seems that his strength is above average as well.
âRun,â He pants into your mouth as you nearly fall to the ground. Your thighs are shaky, and you donât think you can move them, but when he grips your jaw and snarls again against your lips, âRun.â, you force them to support you.
It feels like deja vu, sprinting away from Remus in the forest, but this time itâs better. Because this time youâre content with, aroused by your role as his prey, and the predatory presence behind you makes your cunt leak.
Itâs another round of chase, and you can actually feel his heat behind you. Itâs in the breaths that fan over the back of your neck, and as they fade away you realize heâs letting you have the illusion of escape once more. Heâs too close to hide, your flight is fruitless.
Now heâs stalking you, as you slow down in a clearing. Heâs hunted you down, heâs tracked you through the trees and heâs got you trapped. Heâs the perfect predator; cunning, sharp, hungry.
A sudden noise from your left makes you sprint to your right, and youâre tackled only three steps away. You feel Remus collide with you and only his hands shield your bare back from the messy earth beneath you, but youâre not sure youâd be able to feel the scrape of a twig against your skin even if he hadnât put his hands there, because his cock is already inside of you.
He doesnât give you any time to process your takedown before heâs jackhammering into you, cockhead nudging at your slit before youâd even hit the ground. Heâs got you locked in, and you shout at the unexpected, but pleasurable intrusion.Â
âRemus!â You scream, shaky legs wrapping around him by instinct. Eating you out without giving himself any stimulation must have been torture, because his cock is so hard you think you could snap it off if you bent it wrong.
Itâs pounding your pussy, Remus is thrusting so fast and so deep into you that you think it might burst through your insides and tear you apart. Heâs fucking like a rabbit - hard and fast - but you think youâre technically his as the big bad wolf destroys you.
His tongue had loosened you, and youâd accumulated more slick during the hunt thatâs squelching and sloshing around his stiff dick. Heâs leaking precum, a steady ooze of the stuff that gets driven into your cunt as he fucks roughly into you. Heâs close to his own release already, the buildup of licking out your pussy having gotten him plenty aroused. His dick is already twitching inside of you, and your steady cries through the night air as his hips slap against yours, balls hitting the globes of your ass, only egg him on further.
You swear he howls when he cums. Itâs a long, loud, haunting sound that he pumps into your neck, his teeth gnawing at your skin like heâs the wolf you thought youâd escaped from.
You can feel him biting at your shoulder as he fucks his orgasm into you, cum spurting from the head of his cock and painting your insides, gushing out around his length as he pounds you. Youâre like a ragdoll in his grip, your body shaking with the force of his thrusts.Â
âRemus, Remus, Remus!â You chant, mouth barely able to form the words as you fight back open-mouthed screams. Your throat feels sore at how loud youâre screaming, how intensely the force of his thrusts are rocking you back and forth on the forest floor, and when heâs milked his orgasm dry, he gives you no warning before flipping you over.
His heightened strength really comes in handy as he lifts you effortlessly from the ground below him, and flips you onto your stomach. Itâs a movement youâre not ready for, and your arms barely catch you from face-planting into the forest floor.
âRemus!â You shriek, his name like a mantra as he butts his hips up against your ass. Youâre worried heâll try fucking your ass without easing you open first, but he plunges straight for your cunt again, this time from the back.
Youâre sensitive, of course, from not only your first orgasm but the way Remus had just ravaged your sloppy cunt, and your second orgasm is fast approaching. From this angle, Remusâs cockhead slams against your clit for a few thrusts before he slots it into your leaking cunt, and the repeated pressure that slaps your clit has you already cresting.
âOh, god!â You cry, head hung so close to the earth that you can smell the dirt inches from your face. Your thighs are trembling as Remusâs cock fucks through them, and you cum with fire spreading through your veins. He feels the constant convulsions of your cunt spasming with your orgasm, squeezing his cock as pleasure pulses through your folds. Youâre screaming, or at least, you think you are, but you canât tell, because your hearing cuts out for a moment.
When it comes back, Remus is grunting hot and heavy into the back of your neck, teeth once more digging into your skin. Apparently thereâs still some animalistic urge in him to bite, to prey, to devour.
His cock is barely less stiff now that heâs fucked through his first orgasm, but apparently the feeling of you cumming around him is already leading him to a second. Heâs impossibly horny, skin shining with sweat under the pale moonlight above that drips onto your back from his hairline. He licks it away, moaning at the salty taste and smearing it into your skin.
You cum in tandem, because your orgasm leads his on, then his slams another straight into you. Youâve never cum twice in a row this fast before, youâve always had a moment to breathe, but apparently Remus can fuck two out of you in a minute straight if he tries.
Your core is ablaze, white hot pain curled into crawling tendrils of pleasure sticking to your insides and climbing your nerves. They overload your senses so much with burning bliss that your arms give out and your cheek slams hard into the dirt beneath you. It would hurt, if you werenât so overwhelmed by sensations elsewhere.
He fucks his second orgasm through your third, gripping your hips and driving his cock so far into you that your vision starts darkening.
âRemus!â You sob, injecting your cry with as much of the pleasure coursing through your veins as possible, shouting out to the night that heâs responsible for your undoing. You slump tired and spent onto the dirt below you but Remus is still fucking out his own orgasm, dick twitching and shooting loads of cum into your gaping cunt.
He only slows when his cock starts going numb from the friction of your hot cunt, and he pants against the back of your neck while slathering the skin there in an array of sloppy, messy kisses. Finally he drops, landing on his side in the dirt and staring at your fucked-out face
âOh, dove,â He pants, chest heaving harder than yours had been after being chased, âFuck, you were- hnngh, are you okay?â
He watches your eyes drift shut, unconsciousness tugging hard at your mind. Your body is so overstimulated that it shuts down, and you nod weakly, âMhm, jusâ- jusâ tired, Rem.â
âYeah,â He chuckles weakly, eyes marginally less dark than when heâd hunted you through the woods. Now he knocks his nose into your own, something so similar to a wolfish display of affection that youâre surprised he hasnât sprouted fur.
âCatch me,â You beg, feeling your knees close to giving out, skin creased by the outlines of leaves and dirt, âCatch me, Rem, please-â
âIâve gotâcha,â He soothes, throwing an arm around your middle to tug you into his side. Youâre covered in sweat, and your arms and shins are lined with muck from the forest floor, but Remus takes care to keep your cunt, slick and oozing with his cum, away from any contaminents.
âIâve gotâcha,â He repeats, humming into the crown of your head. You canât seem to get enough air in, but with each inhale of oxygen that you gulp down with your head against his chest, you find it easier to slip away into the void thatâs beckoning you behind your eyes.
âRest,â He pants, holding your head to his chest, mouth open as he breathes towards the sky. His skin is sweaty, but so is yours, and your eyes fall resolutely shut at his command.
When you wake youâre back at home, tucked neatly and carefully into your own bed, under your own blankets. Your entire body is sore, everything from your cunt to your back to your knees, and you find yourself incapable of moving due to the ache below your belly.
âRemus?â You call, your voice floating weakly through the walls of your cottage. Youâre pleased to find that youâve been cleaned up, thereâs no dirt left caked into your skin.
Allâs clean but your cunt, still packed tight and oozing with Remusâs release. Apparently heâd taken extra care not to waste any of that.
âHere,â Remus emerges from the other room, a towel around his neck, a tank top over his chest, and a bulge in his boxers. Heâs sweating profusely, and if you didnât know any better, youâd think heâd crawled into the oven.
âWhat- what are you doing?â You squint blearily up at him, watching as he raises one end of the towel to wipe at his dripping forehead.
âWorking out,â He huffs, grating the towel against his skin, âItâs insane, dove. Jusâ canât sit still. Prongs really fucked me up with this potion shit, Iâll have to tell him to tone it down.â
âNo!â You speak before you can think, face flushing hot afterwards, as if youâre not residually warm enough.
âHm?â Remus pants, staring curiously at you as he rubs sweat from his shaggy hair.
âUm,â You flounder, feeling the sticky remnants of Remusâs cum still gooey inside your cunt, âI like it. This- this potion thing. This was⊠good.â
Remus cracks a smirk, stalking towards the bed with heavy steps, âYeah? You liked runninâ from the big bad wolf?â
âRemus!â You whine at his teasing, squirming away when he grips your jaw. He turns your face towards him, and the tight hold of his fingers on your jaw makes you whimper into the kiss he presses to your mouth.
âIâll tell âim,â Remus grunts, lips wet where they stick to your own, âThat mâgirlfriend,â He licks a stripe up your tongue, panting as he tastes you, âLikes gettinâ hunted. âS that it, love? Yâcunt get all wet when you were runninâ from me?â
âYes,â You whimper, licking desperately at his mouth as he tongues you, âRemus, I- I need more, please?â
âAh,â He tuts, pulling away but keeping your jaw firmly in his grip, âNo. Not yet, dove.â
âBut-!â
âIâll tear you apart,â Remus warns, eyes flashing dark again, âYouâre tired, and you need to rest. You canât take any more. Later, I promise.â
âNo, I can take it, please! I can,â You beg, going so far as to paw at the waistband of his boxers, âPlease Remus!â
âEnough.â He snaps, releasing your jaw and backing away. The tent in his boxers is obvious, but he knows youâre too weak to get fucked again.Â
ââS for your own good,â He tells you, wiping away a tear that beads at the corner of your eye, âBut Iâll make you a deal, dove. Iâm gonna go finish my workout. By the time Iâm done, if youâve finished that whole glass,â He motions to your nightstand, and you turn to see a cup of water there, ice cold, âThen Iâll fuck you again. âKay?â
âOkay,â You nod vigorously, excitement already twisting your stomach, âOkay, Remus, I- thank you.â
âMhm,â He kisses you one last time, teasingly chaste where your tongue chases after his own. Before he straightens up fully he leans in to speak beside your ear, and his gruff, dangerous murmur curls arousal around your spine like a spring coiled tight, waiting to fly, âAnd donât even think about touching yourself, dove. Iâll smell it if you do.â
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